Duo was at a loss for what to do. Normally he would haven't have minded the estranged WuFei, but for some reason, he didn't want things to remain like they were among the five pilots. Heero wasn't being any help at all, and Quatre was absolutely crushed still. Trowa was spending all his time trying to comfort him, and WuFei was only seen getting himself something to eat from time to time. As it appeared, even he had to eat.
Duo tossed himself on his bed, staring at the ceiling, "Man, DeathScythe, things use to be so much easier for us pilots. We had our mission. That was it." He sat up, coming to think of it, we didn't even know that the other pilots and gundams existed, did we DeathScythe?" Duo was now looking at the picture of DeathScythe that he carried in his pocket at all times. He slid the picture back into his pocket, "I guess it's up to me to figure out what to do." After that, he drifted into a light sleep, in which he dreamt about Heero....
Two days had gone by since the dinner, and things still weren't right between all the pilots. Duo now appeared to be avoiding Heero, WuFei was avoiding everybody but Heero, Trowa and Quatre spent most of their time in their room, Quatre still crushed and Trowa still trying to reconcile him. Heero was the only one who didn't appear to be bothered by anything at all. Heero walked up behind Duo, "Only four days left before we're all scheduled to go home."
Duo jumped slightly, not having expected to hear Heero's voice behind him, "God damn it! Don't scare me like that! Don't you think I know time is running out? I'm doing everything I can think of. WuFei doesn't want to talk to Quatre and Trowa, and they hardly leave their room. What am I suppose to do?"
Heero leaned against the wall, "Have another dinner. I'll try to help this time." He pushed off from the wall, then walked off.
Duo grumbled, "Thanks for helping during the last dinner that we had with everybody. After that I'm lucky I even got WuFei to stay the entire week."
Evening rolled around and all five gundam pilots gathered around the dinner table. The meal was exquisite. Turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, and other such items, including salad. Duo, like all the pilots was well off, though Quatre still better off than him. "Welcome to dinner, my friends. I hope you all enjoy the meal."
WuFei sat down, grumbling slightly, opposite Trowa and Quatre, Quatre fighting tears from his eyes at the sight of his former friend WuFei. Trowa sensed it, and thus had moved his chair closer to Quatre's, which hadn't pleased WuFei at all. Heero and Duo had sat at the other ends of the table. Heero's mind calm and clear, while Duo's started to race. Would this dinner help mend things between the pilots? Or would this simply make things even worse? Duo felt the uncontrollable need to help keep the pilots together right now. Something told him that they would need each other in the near future.
Something told him that if they didn't pull together soon, that they would never have the chance to again. He hated, but trusted this feeling. He had to pull them together and he needed Heero's help. He needed Heero....