Legal junk: Ok if I have to tell you people that I don't own gundam wing
one more time I'm going to scream! Get it through your heads!
Other junk: This fic is Duo torture and it's my first real try so be kind ok? Please review!!! Please? *gives puppy dog eyes* Duo: oh please! Grow up! No!!! Pleeeeeease?
A Call To Arms cont2
The next day was just as bad for Duo. He didn't sleep anymore that night, for fear that more nightmares would ensue. He instead rose and walked to the window examining the streaks and running over the most recent one in his head again. "Jeez, I knew what was on my mind effects my dreams but.... Gods!" he exclaimed quietly. Sighing deeply he decided against going back to bed and walked down to the kitchen eagerly checking the answering machine and coming close to tears when he realized Heero hadn't called yet.
Disappointed he walked the length of the kitchen forgetting what he had gone there for. He strode to the counter and turned on the coffee pot then leaned heavily on the counter as he decided what to have for breakfast. 'Wait a minute! With Heero away I don't have to eat breakfast!' He grinned and decided maybe having Heero gone out in outer space somewhere wasn't so bad after all.
As the day wore on though his temporary barrier grew thin. He leaped at the phone when it finally rang and was a little let down to find Quatre on the other end. "Oh hey Quat." He stated dispassionately. Quatre seemed alarmed his friend was so depressed. "Hi Duo... is something wrong?" Duo sighed. Now he was worrying Quatre. "Nah, not really I just miss Heero." "I heard about that... Duo I'm so sorry!" Quatre's tone alarmed Duo. He shouldn't be that concerned about Heero... it was just a mission after all.
"Hey Quatre... do you know something I don't?" The American pilot questioned worriedly. "You mean they didn't tell you? ... Oh god... um I gotta go. Sorry Duo. Bye!" Quatre hung up and Duo was left sitting holding the phone and looking confused. Duo blinked and put it back on its cradle.
By mid-afternoon Duo was desperate to hear Heero's voice. He grabbed his coat and walked down the street searching for something to get his mind off his beloved. As he walked down the sidewalk he felt increasingly depressed. Then he spotted a payphone. 'No that's pathetic!' Duo thought. He struggled to resist but couldn't stop himself. He picked up the receiver and slowly dialed. Afterwards he immediately was sorry he did it, but he dialed seven digits and listened to Heero's voice. "Hello. You have reached
280-9876 the home of Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy. Please leave a message after the beep."
Duo hung up before the beep. He had needed Heero's voice. He didn't need the beep. Now he was very thankful Heero had insisted on doing the voice message. Even if the reason had been cause duo wanted to make it say four simple words. 'Go away we're busy!' He walked home slowly savoring the walk. When he returned there was a message on the answering machine. "That's odd, I could have sworn I hung up before the beep!" He whispered. He stalked forwards and listened to the memo.
"Hi Duo it's Quatre again... we have to talk. Meet me at the park in an hour. It's about Heero." Those last three words made Duo tremble convulsively. He grabbed his coat and was at the park off main street forty-five minutes early.
Quatre finally pulled up and looked very nervous. He brought Duo to one side and hugged him. "Oh Duo I'm so, so sorry!" he blubbered, tears running down his cheeks. Duo hugged him back not quite sure what it was that was wrong but eager to find out. "Quatre what's happened? Is Heero ok?" Quatre took a few minutes to catch his breath before looking Duo in the eyes. "Duo Heero was shot... in the chest and it looks pretty bad... They aren't sure if he's going to make it... I thought Une would have called you... I'm sorry!"
Quatre's words echoed past Duo. He heard them, he would feel them later. But he just didn't want to think about that right then. Two simple words kept playing in his head. 'HEERO? DYING?'
Other junk: This fic is Duo torture and it's my first real try so be kind ok? Please review!!! Please? *gives puppy dog eyes* Duo: oh please! Grow up! No!!! Pleeeeeease?
A Call To Arms cont2
The next day was just as bad for Duo. He didn't sleep anymore that night, for fear that more nightmares would ensue. He instead rose and walked to the window examining the streaks and running over the most recent one in his head again. "Jeez, I knew what was on my mind effects my dreams but.... Gods!" he exclaimed quietly. Sighing deeply he decided against going back to bed and walked down to the kitchen eagerly checking the answering machine and coming close to tears when he realized Heero hadn't called yet.
Disappointed he walked the length of the kitchen forgetting what he had gone there for. He strode to the counter and turned on the coffee pot then leaned heavily on the counter as he decided what to have for breakfast. 'Wait a minute! With Heero away I don't have to eat breakfast!' He grinned and decided maybe having Heero gone out in outer space somewhere wasn't so bad after all.
As the day wore on though his temporary barrier grew thin. He leaped at the phone when it finally rang and was a little let down to find Quatre on the other end. "Oh hey Quat." He stated dispassionately. Quatre seemed alarmed his friend was so depressed. "Hi Duo... is something wrong?" Duo sighed. Now he was worrying Quatre. "Nah, not really I just miss Heero." "I heard about that... Duo I'm so sorry!" Quatre's tone alarmed Duo. He shouldn't be that concerned about Heero... it was just a mission after all.
"Hey Quatre... do you know something I don't?" The American pilot questioned worriedly. "You mean they didn't tell you? ... Oh god... um I gotta go. Sorry Duo. Bye!" Quatre hung up and Duo was left sitting holding the phone and looking confused. Duo blinked and put it back on its cradle.
By mid-afternoon Duo was desperate to hear Heero's voice. He grabbed his coat and walked down the street searching for something to get his mind off his beloved. As he walked down the sidewalk he felt increasingly depressed. Then he spotted a payphone. 'No that's pathetic!' Duo thought. He struggled to resist but couldn't stop himself. He picked up the receiver and slowly dialed. Afterwards he immediately was sorry he did it, but he dialed seven digits and listened to Heero's voice. "Hello. You have reached
280-9876 the home of Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy. Please leave a message after the beep."
Duo hung up before the beep. He had needed Heero's voice. He didn't need the beep. Now he was very thankful Heero had insisted on doing the voice message. Even if the reason had been cause duo wanted to make it say four simple words. 'Go away we're busy!' He walked home slowly savoring the walk. When he returned there was a message on the answering machine. "That's odd, I could have sworn I hung up before the beep!" He whispered. He stalked forwards and listened to the memo.
"Hi Duo it's Quatre again... we have to talk. Meet me at the park in an hour. It's about Heero." Those last three words made Duo tremble convulsively. He grabbed his coat and was at the park off main street forty-five minutes early.
Quatre finally pulled up and looked very nervous. He brought Duo to one side and hugged him. "Oh Duo I'm so, so sorry!" he blubbered, tears running down his cheeks. Duo hugged him back not quite sure what it was that was wrong but eager to find out. "Quatre what's happened? Is Heero ok?" Quatre took a few minutes to catch his breath before looking Duo in the eyes. "Duo Heero was shot... in the chest and it looks pretty bad... They aren't sure if he's going to make it... I thought Une would have called you... I'm sorry!"
Quatre's words echoed past Duo. He heard them, he would feel them later. But he just didn't want to think about that right then. Two simple words kept playing in his head. 'HEERO? DYING?'