A/N: Oompa! Hello readers! I hope some of you have continued my works from my previous story, Miss You…! I'm glad you all are here, whether you've read Miss You… or not. This is a new story, and I don't have plans on dragging it on too long. Which means I have no idea how many chapters it's going to be ^-^;; Sorry!

Peach: It's just something she thought up while driving around late at night, staring at the stars in a smoggy town. I think it'll all be good, though.

MS: Shonen-ai, like most of my fics are. Duo+Heero, who knows what else. Fantasy, but not as in dragons and exotic adventures. You'll have to read more to understand. Please enjoy!

Not too long ago, while I was in a battle with my partner Deathscythe we were attacked in the back. It damaged pipes, fluids, and the ceiling support system of my cockpit. A rushing sound echoed in my ears as I piloted, and looking up, I saw a bluish-green substance flowing down. In my preoccupation, a surprise, powerful attack caught me off guard, and knocked me nearly unconscious. The liquid splashed down on me, filling the small room before being able to drain out. By the time my companions were able to get into my gundam, I was throwing up the digested chemical, but unfortunately, I was not able to get it all out of my system. Lucky am I to have survived, but the fluid inside me has morphed my normal, human capabilities.

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"I-I just don't know about this.... He could ask about it, want to know everything. It's' just too risky.... I-I'm afraid what might happen—" The dark silhouette whispered uncertainly to the other shadow.

"Shh, Duo, you'll be just fine. If he does find out, which I don't doubt, then you can tell him what you know. You don't know everything about it, nobody ever will. You guys are tough, everything will be okay." The other shadow whispered needlessly back.

"What if he's afraid?"

"If he's afraid, then let him be. Heero is strong, but if he cannot like you for your qualities, then you know that he is not the one."

"Bu-but Quatre… What if—"

"There is a million "what if"s out there, Duo, so stop trying to make excuses for you to escape reality. You like Heero, Heero likes you, so let's just keep it simple like that, okay?"

A pause followed the sentence, leaving the words to echo through the nearly pitch-black room. The soft glow of a monitor bathed two teenage boy's faces as they looked at each other in concern. The one standing up shook his head slowly.

"Duo," Quatre said softly, taking his hand and bringing it to his warm cheek. "I'm here for you, always. Don't be afraid to come to me about anything." Looking up, Quatre smiled gently. "It's okay."

Duo sighed heavily and smiled back softly. Hand slipping from his friend's warm embrace, Duo turned to the door, but turned his head back to the other. "…..Thank you." And with that, he slinked back off into the cold, empty house.

Duo walked lightly into the kitchen, unlit like the rest of the house. Opening the fridge, he took out a cold slice of pizza and looked around. You know, he thought, this house is a lot like me. The darkness devours these lonely rooms, emptiness screams from every corner. Hardly a light shines away, and when it does, it dies out soon. You look around, and what you see is nothing—no future, no present, no past. I can hear those silent screams of pleas, shine that light to dawn another day for these walls, fill the halls and corridors with a life. Only my friends and I can do this, and yet, these passageways still remain quiet. We have yet to uncover a future for this place called home, as if we were…afraid.

Giving the room a last glance, Duo headed to his own dark bedroom where the light also came from a small screen sitting on a desk. Flopping on the neatly made bed, he gave another heave of despair.

The chocolate haired boy sitting in front of the small laptop turned around, a concerned expression gracing his thin face. Receiving no response, he spoke up quietly. "Are you alright?"

Duo stared up blearily at the ceiling, smiling in a sickened way. "You know, Heero, that's what everyone asks. Whether of themselves or others, they all think, "Hey, what's wrong? What's wrong with this place?" In a quiet voice so not to displace the heavy silence that hangs around like deadweight, they ask what's wrong with their lives, but they never seem to figure out that it's them. They're the reason this place no longer lives, why no occupant here lives. We only exist, to do the bidding of our superiors, to carry out what is expected of us. Nobody questions this, nobody answers, but here I am speaking out. Why? Why, Heero, must everything work like this?"

The silence continued to sing throughout the lonely quarters. Duo closed his eyes and reached a tired palm up to the worn wall behind him. Visions flashed into his brain, as if coming from the wall's point of view. A small child laughed as his father played with him, a game was played on the floor between families, new furnishings decorated the place as the people beamed with happiness. Yes, this house remembers its favorite memories; it hadn't lost them through the dark and lonely days the five pilots had created since moving in. This was one of the things that separated Duo from the others—the ability to see what used to be for things and people, and what the future will look like. The past is always brief images and sounds from favorite memories or major happenings. The future of something was harder for Duo to decipher, though. The visions only came in symbols, symbols that made small sense, like somebody putting a ring on another's finger for marriage, a hospital sign for an emergency, a baby being held by the person to signify a child of their own. These things were never revealing a lot of detail, but just enough to keep someone guessing. Duo had never minded, though. It gave him a reason to keep looking for the future, to help understand the things he saw.

"This house…." Duo began again. "It's seen so many good things, Heero. But not from us, we have never given it a memory of anything more than loneliness. It used to be grand in its prime, with so much joy ringing from these halls and rooms."

Heero remained silent again, choosing his words. "But how do we know that? This house might have always been sad, and we just continue to add to that. Perhaps it enjoys the peace we bring here, and will remember that in its fondest memories. We just don't know, Duo."

Duo snorted and rolled over on his side, pressing his head into his pillow. "I know." He replied quietly.

The stillness continued on, as always. It's as though no one has anything to say, ever. Like they don't have thoughts or feelings. It makes me feel as though the air is stale with nothing-- no people, no walls, no house. It makes me sad.

"So, um, do you want anything to eat or something, Duo? I was just uh, going to the kitchen, and uh, just wondering…." Heero trailed off, fumbling for words.

"Uh, no, that's okay. I got something earlier." Duo replied half-heartedly. He knew Heero wasn't going into the kitchen for anything for himself, but was only trying to do something nice for Duo. He proved his accusation correct when Heero returned a few minutes later with nothing.

Duo hobbled off the bed and headed over to his dresser. "You know, I think I'll head to bed soon. I'm really worn out." Grabbing a baggy shirt and some boxers, he left to the bathroom to change and ready for bed. When he returned, he found his bed covers flipped over, ready for harboring some sleepy person.

Heero looked up at his reentrance and looked away again, blushing slightly. Heero can act like such a doof sometimes…. "Oh, hey," Duo said, plucking his shirt and looking down at it. "This is your shirt, Heero."

Heero looked up from getting his bed ready. "Oh, yeah, so it seems. That's okay, though. You have everyone else's clothes in that dresser of yours. I'm surprised you could recognize that shirt as mine." He smiled laughingly.

"Yeah, sadly, that's too true. The other night I pulled out another one of Trowa's sweaters." He pointed to a ruffled green lump on the floor. "Who does the laundry, anyway?"

"Not, me, that's for sure. I think it's probably a small, heavy woman who speaks almost no English and works for the doctors." Duo shot a questioning glance at Heero. "You've never met her, right?" Duo nodded slowly, still utterly confused at where the conversation was going. "Neither has anyone else. It explains why she keeps getting our laundry mixed up—she's never met us."

Duo stared at Heero worriedly. "…...You think too much, man." Heero gave a smirk, and climbed into bed. Duo looked back down at the shirt, a crestfallen look falling onto his face. This is your favorite shirt, Heero…. How could I not know it's yours? You don't tell me so I don't feel guilty, but I wish you would speak up. It's another thing that's been left unsaid. Climbing into his cold bed, Duo flicked off his light dejectedly, in the same pattern as the nights upon nights before.

Duo stared out the window into the starry sky. The cloudless night beckoned him to go outside as it bedazzled its watchers with its beauty and grace. A shooting star washed over his vision as he stared, and Duo closed his eyes tightly. Oh shooting star the blazes across the skies, please grant my wish tonight. Please bring this house to the old ways it used to be, filled with kindness and love. Please undo the silencing spell we've cast acrossed it. Please fix what's really wrong here, please….please fix us…. Bring us back to life.

As Duo opened his eyes again to stare out at the open black night, he knew it wasn't up to the fates to fix this house, to fix them. He sighed and rolled onto his back.

Several minutes passed, and Duo felt no weariness to make him sleep, despite the late hour. The window blocked the quiet crickets and rustling leaves from outside, and inside, nobody talked and nobody moved. It was like a photograph—stillness crept into the frames and frozen bodies, as the people and objects were frozen forever in that memory, never to wake up.

Duo closed his eyes in depression, but opened them not long later. The hushed halls and rooms frightened him, making him think he was in the old movies where the only dialogue came from words on the screen.

"Duo, what's wrong?" Came a hushed voice from the other bed. "I can tell you're awake."

Duo rolled his eyes carelessly. "Nothing is the problem. Absolutely nothing…."

Heero didn't seem to believe Duo's response, but didn't press for the answer.

"Sometimes I wish…and I feel bad saying this…but sometimes I find myself wishing that I lived somewhere else." Heero's soundless response was definitely full of disappoint, even without words. "It's not the people, not at all. I love you guys as family, and would never leave you. But that's the thing. I can't leave you all, so I can't leave this house. I want to live with people that live, though. Really live, like scream and cry and shout. People who run out to town to buy some milk on a Monday morning, or kick a ball around in the yard. This place is like a barren plain, and the only thing here is a dead wheat field. And nobody is here to water the field, to tend the crops, to cut them at harvest. It just grows empty for no one."

Heero remained quiet, as though he had decided to go to sleep. Your words are eating me alive…. Duo thought, and felt even more disappointed than before. Please…say something…somebody…anybody…. Duo turned over on his side and closed his eyes, fed up with everything's nothingness. This silence is killing me.

MS: Yay!! ~claps hands~ So how do you people like this? Please let me know what you think about it. You've also been able to see what some of Duo's special powers are. Please review and tell me what you want to happen next, or what you think is going to happen next ^0^ I'd love to hear your comments!

Peach: We're going in a much different direction than Miss You…, that's for sure. It's going to get more interesting as the chapters progress, so please stay tuned. It's…sad right now. I'd hate to live in a house like that.

MS: As always, it's you readers that keep us going! So please review! Thanks!