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"Yes, I do."
The whispered words were met with silence. The best friends read each other's souls, one trying to find any lies and the other leaving himself completely open.
"Gods, Duo, why didn't you tell me?" Quatre held his best friend's hand to his cheek. "Why? Why? WHY?"
"What would you have done then, Quatre?" Duo asked quietly.
"I would have left Wufei alone. Then at least you would have had a chance-"
"No, Quatre." Duo interrupted. "I never would have had a chance."
"What-"
"Hush and listen to me. I never would have had a chance because I knew that Wufei wasn't in love with me. He was in love with you, Quatre. Even then."
Quatre listened, the tears that were held back now falling freely. "I'm sorry, Duo. I'm so sorry." He choked out, clutching the pale hand on his own.
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault that Wufei fell in love with you. It wasn't your fault that this happened to happen either. Is that what you think? Don't blame yourself, Quatre. Please, don't."
Duo's plea got him to lift his head and look at the jewel-like eyes. "Gods, Duo, don't look at me like that. Scream at me, hit me, curse me, anything but don't look at me like that."
Duo opened his mouth to interrupt, but Quatre went on. "You must hate me for this. How could I do this to you, after what had happened? How can you not…I don't know…" He trailed off.
"Quatre, please, for once listen to me. Don't just hear me, but actually listen. I can't hate you, Quatre. Not after what has happened, not after anything. You're my best friend and you have done nothing wrong. I have no reason to even be mad at you. Its just fate Quatre, and you taught me that a long time ago when I told you about my past. If I am not to blame myself for that, then neither are you to blame for this, understand? There. Was. Nothing. You. Could. Do."
Duo lifted the other's chin up with his other hand. "Think about what I said, ne? Now send the others in too. They'll be wondering what you're doing in here so long."
Quatre nodded, wiping back tears unconsciously. "I'll send Trowa and Heero in." He touched the bruised face one last time and then went out to call the others.
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"Hey, you guys."
Trowa walked up to one side of the bed where Duo lay. Heero took up a space on the other side of the bed.
"How are you doing?" Trowa asked softly.
"I'll give you the same answer I gave Quatre. Like I've been squashed by all five Gundams at once." Duo replied chuckling. Then his face turned serious. "I'm sorry about what I said before, in the music room. I didn't mean to be rude."
"Its okay, Duo. We all have our moods." Trowa soothed away any guilt that might have been. "Duo, why didn't you tell us about how you felt? We would have done something about it."
"When, Trowa?" Duo cried out. "Quatre was too busy with his business, Wufei and you, Heero, you guys ignore me most of the time anyway, and you, Trowa, you hardly talked to me, even when I was talking to you. When would you have helped me? Or even listened to me?"
Trowa stood struck speechless. He ducked his head, shamefaced. Duo sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"Stop apologizing." Heero said, speaking for the first time. "It seems like you're doing that a lot. You shouldn't have to apologize. If anything we should be apologizing."
"Heero's right." Trowa said, taking Duo's hand. "We didn't mean to neglect you, Duo. It just seemed that you were always happy and since you never said anything, we never bothered to notice. That's not what friends do. I'm sorry."
Duo extended other hand toward Heero. The Japanese pilot came forth and took it. "What had happened has happened." Duo said softly. Four hands came to rest upon Duo's heart. Two of his own, one of Trowa's and one of Heero's. "Forget the past and move on, okay?"
Trowa and Heero nodded. Duo laid his head back down and closed his eyes. "Send Wufei in, please? I want to talk to him too."
"Okay." The two turned to go.
"And Heero, if you find my old priest outfit, look in the right pocket. I have a disk that has some very useful information." Duo said from the bad.
"Hai." The perfect soldier let himself smile one last time at the American pilot and left the room with Trowa in tow.
***
Heero put the disk into his laptop and opened the contents. His eyes widened at the amount of information that was in there. "My god…"
Turning he called. "Trowa!"
"What is it?" the Latin pilot came into the room almost immediately. He looked over Heero's shoulder and slowly came to a wondrous realization. "This is it…"
Heero slowly nodded. "Yes…the last battle."
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I'm having a hard time deciding what to do …..ides? help? O.O please?
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"Yes, I do."
The whispered words were met with silence. The best friends read each other's souls, one trying to find any lies and the other leaving himself completely open.
"Gods, Duo, why didn't you tell me?" Quatre held his best friend's hand to his cheek. "Why? Why? WHY?"
"What would you have done then, Quatre?" Duo asked quietly.
"I would have left Wufei alone. Then at least you would have had a chance-"
"No, Quatre." Duo interrupted. "I never would have had a chance."
"What-"
"Hush and listen to me. I never would have had a chance because I knew that Wufei wasn't in love with me. He was in love with you, Quatre. Even then."
Quatre listened, the tears that were held back now falling freely. "I'm sorry, Duo. I'm so sorry." He choked out, clutching the pale hand on his own.
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault that Wufei fell in love with you. It wasn't your fault that this happened to happen either. Is that what you think? Don't blame yourself, Quatre. Please, don't."
Duo's plea got him to lift his head and look at the jewel-like eyes. "Gods, Duo, don't look at me like that. Scream at me, hit me, curse me, anything but don't look at me like that."
Duo opened his mouth to interrupt, but Quatre went on. "You must hate me for this. How could I do this to you, after what had happened? How can you not…I don't know…" He trailed off.
"Quatre, please, for once listen to me. Don't just hear me, but actually listen. I can't hate you, Quatre. Not after what has happened, not after anything. You're my best friend and you have done nothing wrong. I have no reason to even be mad at you. Its just fate Quatre, and you taught me that a long time ago when I told you about my past. If I am not to blame myself for that, then neither are you to blame for this, understand? There. Was. Nothing. You. Could. Do."
Duo lifted the other's chin up with his other hand. "Think about what I said, ne? Now send the others in too. They'll be wondering what you're doing in here so long."
Quatre nodded, wiping back tears unconsciously. "I'll send Trowa and Heero in." He touched the bruised face one last time and then went out to call the others.
***
"Hey, you guys."
Trowa walked up to one side of the bed where Duo lay. Heero took up a space on the other side of the bed.
"How are you doing?" Trowa asked softly.
"I'll give you the same answer I gave Quatre. Like I've been squashed by all five Gundams at once." Duo replied chuckling. Then his face turned serious. "I'm sorry about what I said before, in the music room. I didn't mean to be rude."
"Its okay, Duo. We all have our moods." Trowa soothed away any guilt that might have been. "Duo, why didn't you tell us about how you felt? We would have done something about it."
"When, Trowa?" Duo cried out. "Quatre was too busy with his business, Wufei and you, Heero, you guys ignore me most of the time anyway, and you, Trowa, you hardly talked to me, even when I was talking to you. When would you have helped me? Or even listened to me?"
Trowa stood struck speechless. He ducked his head, shamefaced. Duo sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"Stop apologizing." Heero said, speaking for the first time. "It seems like you're doing that a lot. You shouldn't have to apologize. If anything we should be apologizing."
"Heero's right." Trowa said, taking Duo's hand. "We didn't mean to neglect you, Duo. It just seemed that you were always happy and since you never said anything, we never bothered to notice. That's not what friends do. I'm sorry."
Duo extended other hand toward Heero. The Japanese pilot came forth and took it. "What had happened has happened." Duo said softly. Four hands came to rest upon Duo's heart. Two of his own, one of Trowa's and one of Heero's. "Forget the past and move on, okay?"
Trowa and Heero nodded. Duo laid his head back down and closed his eyes. "Send Wufei in, please? I want to talk to him too."
"Okay." The two turned to go.
"And Heero, if you find my old priest outfit, look in the right pocket. I have a disk that has some very useful information." Duo said from the bad.
"Hai." The perfect soldier let himself smile one last time at the American pilot and left the room with Trowa in tow.
***
Heero put the disk into his laptop and opened the contents. His eyes widened at the amount of information that was in there. "My god…"
Turning he called. "Trowa!"
"What is it?" the Latin pilot came into the room almost immediately. He looked over Heero's shoulder and slowly came to a wondrous realization. "This is it…"
Heero slowly nodded. "Yes…the last battle."
***
I'm having a hard time deciding what to do …..ides? help? O.O please?