Disclaimers: Not mine, not even going to dream that they are mine. Just took them out for a spin, did a little torture and returned them home nice and slightly tortured.

Warnings: Waaaaaaaaay too much sap in this one. General warnings such as OOCs, shounen ai, slightly more graphic dreams and pre lemons that Tsu is used to writing. But don't worry, Tsu still doesn't write lemons.

A/N: This a fusion with a yaoi manga that I picked up called 'Colors'. Some parts are reflective of the manga, others are just me putting things in. Hehehe, I promised myself no fusion fics, but I couldn't help it. Even I got hyperglycaemia from reading it. Too sweet, toooo sweet. Perhaps someone who has read this can tell me if I am infringing anything by writing how I did.

Letters to Home

Part 11

"Well Milliardo, are you happy now?"

Milliardo Peacecraft shrank from the cold gaze Treize shot at him. He dropped his gaze guiltily. Treize came around and sat next to the other man.

"You heard?"

Milliardo nodded, his blond hair shimmering. "I just wanted to see you again, Treize," he looked longing into his friend's eyes. "Is that so wrong?"

Treize shook his head in resignation. He leaned forward, cupping the side Milliardo's face with one hand. He smiled as the blond leaned instinctively into his touch. It was as if the last three years never happened and they were in school again. They were lovers again.

"No, Mill. It's not wrong but to call off your engagement with a nice girl like Lu is."

Milliardo jerked back.

"Are you telling me you don't love her?" Treize asked gently.

"No!" Milliardo protested.

"Look, having cold feet before a wedding is normal."

"It's not cold feet!" Milliardo blurted. "It's not," he said, softer, sadder. "I missed you."

Treize smiled affectionately at his friend, once his lover. "I missed you too. But we agreed a long time ago that what we had was nothing more than an infatuation. You had your family and I had my art. They don't mix."

"Why not?" Milliardo yelled, throwing his arms around the other man. "We loved each other!" Without another word, he pressed their lips together.

Treize stiffened at first before relaxing against Milliardo. Memories flooded him as his arms wrapped themselves around the blond's body. He tasted as he still did, so many years ago, his lips just as soft. But that was the past, he had to remember that. He disentangled Milliardo from him, holding him at arms length.

"The key word is 'loved', as in past tense. Mill, it's over. You know this," he shook the other man slightly.

Milliardo nodded. "I know. I realise that. I just needed to see you one more time."

Treize smiled tenderly. He gathered the other man into his arms. "I know."

The two lay in a warm embrace for the longest time.

XXxxXX

Duo spent a long, lonely time walking back to the school. While now he understood the reason behind Heero's decision of transferring out of Sanc Academy, he still couldn't understand why Heero didn't want to speak to him. What was Heero thinking? The tears that had threatened earlier were now hovering just under the surface and Duo knew he was losing his battle for control.

No, boys don't cry.

He stalked back to class, his hands clenched into tight fists by his sides.

"Hey, Duo!" Wu Fei called out, waving him over. "What happened to you? You got us worried this morning."

Duo walked over to his friends, still silent. He bit his lower lip, trying to stop the quivering.

"You just ran out like that," Quatre slung an arm around his silent friend's shoulder.

This was what finally broke him. A friendly touch, which should have been Heero's. Crystalline droplets spill over, streaming down his cheeks unchecked. He lifted his tearful face to meet his friends. He sniffed pathetically. "Everyone…"

All three gasped in shock. Duo… crying? That was something either of them had ever expected. Never in the two years they have been together they have seen Duo shed anything remotely like tears.

"What happened?" Trowa asked urgently. "Did someone give you flak about being gay?"

"Are you bullied or something?" Quatre added.

"Or… or did someone rape you?" Wu Fei blurted.

Duo angrily dashed his tears away. "Heero… Heero… he…"

Wu Fei growled, incensed. "What! Heero raped you?"

Trowa sighed and slapped his friend on the back of the head. "Wu Fei, that's normal."

"Oh… right," Wu Fei smiled sheepishly. "I forgot. Duo gets raped by Heero on a regular basis."

"Precisely, and I thought you would remember, since you stay so close to his room!"

Duo sniffed again, ignoring most of the silly banter between his friends. "Heero is going to transfer school because his dad says so!"

"Now?" Quatre exclaimed. This was surprising. It was almost halfway through the academic year.

"It must have come at a surprise," Trowa commiserated.

Duo nodded jerkily. "That's not the worse part. He… he refused to see me! I went to his home but he wouldn't come out to look at me." The water works started again. "Why does he hate me all of a sudden? What did I doooooooo?"

The three of then shrank away.

"Please… please… please…" Quatre waved his hand at Duo desperately. A crying Duo was an anomaly. A smile suited him better.

Trowa laid a heavy hand on Duo's shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll take you over to Heero's."

"He has someone guarding the door. I can't get in," Duo rubbed his reddening nose.

Wu Fei flexed his muscles. "Don't worry, we'll make sure you do get in."

Quatre smiled sweetly at his friend. "I agree. Duo Maxwell should always smile. Tears don't become him. Boys don't cry remember?"

"Besides, you two are like a two in one set. It would look weird to have only half of you walking around," Trowa grinned.

Duo exhaled loudly, with relief. Yes, he would see Heero. He wasn't going to give him up without a fight.

XXxxXX

Otto knocked on Heero's door, concerned that his young master had been silent for such a long while.

"Master Heero?" He called out, getting worried.

There was along silence before Heero's strained voice filtered through the door. "Yes, Otto?"

"I just wanted to tell you that the arrangements for the transfer is almost done and we should be moving back to the main house in a few days."

"I see." The voice was muffled.

Otto frowned, not liking how sad his young master sounded. "Master Heero, perhaps you would like me to say something to…" The ringing of the door bell interrupted him.

"Go get the door," Heero ordered.

"Yes, sir." He walked toward the door and pressed the intercom button. "Yes, who is it?"

"Ahem, this is your neighbour. We are just returning some mail that got into our mailbox."

Otto frowned. The voices sounded young and nervous, and nothing like the two old couples that lived on either side of them. Perhaps it was their grandchildren? He opened the door. "Thank you for…" And was attacked by three young men dressed in Sanc Academy uniforms. Two of them grab hold of his legs and shoulders while the last choked him around his neck. "What the…"

"Go, Duo. Get in. We'll take it from here!" The Chinese one holding him barked.

The boy with the ridiculously long braid that Otto recognised as having come over earlier, turned and flashed his friend an almost maniacal grin. "Thank you!" He ran towards Heero.

"Wait!" Otto yelled, struggling against the boys holding him back.

Heero lay on the bed, trying very hard not to think of Duo. He knew he hurt the American earlier but he couldn't see Duo. If he did, his resolve would weaken. He couldn't afford that happening. He started when he heard loud footsteps pounding up to his room. It sounded like a huge herd of elephants.

He got up from bed, walking towards the door. The sound was getting louder. He pulled the door open, peeking around it cautiously. "Otto, what's all the nois…" He sucked in his breath when he saw a familiar lithe figure with amazing eyes and the most wonderful head of golden brown hair running toward his room.

"Heero!" Duo called out joyfully, his face lighting up at the sight of his lover.

"Duo!" Heero cried out in shock. What was he doing here? No! He couldn't see Duo. He couldn't go back on his decision. He ducked back into his room, slamming the door behind him and locking it. He leaned against the wooden panel, gasping as if he had run a thousand miles. He heart was twisting within his chest and it hurt. It was uncertain whether he was feeling happy or sad. It felt like his heart was telling him that it was both.

Duo rushed to the closed door, feeling undeniably hurt that Heero had closed the door on him again. He pounded furiously against it. "Heero, what's wrong, let me in!"

Heero tried to ignore what the familiar voice was doing to his aching heart. He couldn't believe how much he had missed Duo. But what was he doing here? Where was Otto?

"Heero, tell me what's wrong? Why are you ignoring me?" Duo begged plaintively.

Heero felt his heart shatter at the sound of Duo's pleading, the other boy's voice filled with pained confusion. How could he have done such a thing to such a beautiful soul? But it wasn't as if he had any choice. Pain now was better than a worse break up later.

"It's over, Duo. I'm transferring to another school and that's the end of it," Heero screamed, closing his eyes, shutting them from the world, from the agony that was going through him. He cannot leave Duo, ever. Why are they asking him to?

"I know, but why won't you speak to me?" Duo pounded on the door, tears escaping his control once more. "What have I done to make you hate me? Why?"

Heero gaped. He couldn't let Duo think he had done something wrong. It was Heero's fault not Duo's! "It's… it's not your fault."

"Then why? Just tell me!"

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand!" Heero cried out, completely borne out of frustration. Even as he said it, he knew it was the wrong thing. His hand shot to his mouth, covering it completely. Crap, did he just say something like that? Boy, was he going to get into trouble now.

"Won't… un…der…stand? Your… Duo?" Duo felt his eyelid twitching. He, who could almost read Heero's mind sometimes?

"Uh… wait… Duo, that's not what I mean," Heero tried to save himself, wiping sweat created by sheer panic.

Duo took a deep breath and took a step back from the door. "Heero, get away from the door if you don't want to end up on the opposite side of the wall."

Otto managed to get into the house with the three boys attached to him, struggling all the way. He noted with some amusement the previous agony on the long haired boy's body language had now drained away and was replaced by utter frustration and more than a little anger. Much more than a little.

Heero wisely scooted out of the door's path. "Hey… Duo, what are you thinking of doing?"

Duo growled loudly, kicking at the door. It slammed open, swinging wildly at the hinges.

His four spectators' jaw dropped at the change in character of the normally mild mannered Duo. The three boys shrank away, hiding behind Mr Peacecraft's aide.

"Remind me never to piss Duo off," Quatre muttered fearfully, backing away slowly.

Trowa, Wu Fei and Otto nodded mutely in agreement, struck dumb in amazement at the violent manner being portrayed. Then together as one, they surged toward the open door, not wanting to miss a minute of it.

Duo strode through the now open door way, his eyes tracking the stock still Heero. His lover was standing right in the middle of the room, staring at him apprehensively. Heero nibbled his lower lip nervously. He didn't really know how to face Duo right now. He had been so mean to him. He deserved to be slapped by Duo and noting the other boy's expression, he was just going to do just that. Duo strode in, standing in front of Heero. He raised his hand and Heero quickly shut his eyes, bracing himself for the slap he knew was forthcoming. Instead of the stinging pain across his cheek, he felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder before moving to curl behind his neck. Duo's hand, Duo's warm hand was touching him and pulling him into a long hungered embrace.

"Got ya," Duo whispered happily, burying his nose into Heero's shoulder.

Heero's arms tightened around Duo, pulling him as close as it was humanly possible. His lover's delicious scent filled his senses. It wasn't a particular discernable scent but it was everything that Duo was. He just couldn't get close enough. But soon, he would have to let go, he would lose Duo anyway. Why? Why did Duo have to come back and make things worse?

"You shouldn't have come here, Duo," Heero choked out. "I still have to leave you." He rubbed his cheek against the still silent Duo's shoulder. "My father still wants me to go to that school, and you father…. Your obligations to your family now that your father is sick," he continued, his voice muffled but was getting louder and more desperate. Desperate for Duo to understand. "Since we are going to be separated anyway, why not now instead of later?"

"Heero!" Duo pulled away, shaking his boyfriend by the shoulders. "Listen to me, my father is fine now and he knows about us. Hell, they all know about us and they don't mind." He resisted a smile at the shocked expression on Heero's face. It was actually quite priceless. "Besides," he continued forcefully. "No one can predict the future. We probably might not know if we are going to be together tomorrow, but," he kissed Heero, short but demanding, "I would like to spend whatever time we might have had left together, you bleeding idiot!"

The smile that bloomed on Heero's face was something beautiful to behold as he lunged for Duo, throwing his arms around the other's boy's neck. "I love you, Duo. I'm so sorry. I want to spend every second together as well," he whispered fiercely into the American teen's ear.

Otto stared at the two boys now locked in a fierce kiss. He had never seen Master Heero look so vulnerable. He had never thought Master Heero would allow himself to let anyone see him like this. It seemed rather criminal to break these two apart. But was he able to do anything? He was jarred from his thoughts when someone, a tall brown haired boy with a weird hairdo pulled him by the arm.

"Let's leave them alone alright?" The boy's single visible green eye winked at him.

Wu Fei winced. "I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything, I don't know anything." He stalked away, helping Trowa pulled the aide along.

"Remind me never to pissed Duo off!" Quatre repeated.

The two in the room were completely oblivious about what was going on outside.

"Duo," Heero cupped the other boy's face in between his hands. He missed the dangerous gleam in Duo's eyes. "I… aaaaah!" He was pushed rather forcefully to the bed, Duo looming over him. "What… what are you doing?"

Duo straddled Heero, pinning his lover down. "I've got you exactly where I want you," he said, seriously. "I am going to on top of you no matter what today."

Heero gulped. Duo was extremely serious. "You're on top now," he muttered weakly. He felt extremely nervous right now. Then he noticed the residual fear and pain in Duo's expression and once again he felt the guilt of having put it there.

Smiling softly, he pulled Duo down, kissing him languidly. "I'm sorry, my love."

It was as perfect as always, but for Duo it was a thousand times better. He was now able to share with Heero how cherished the Japanese made him feel on a regular basis. This was sharing, truly a sharing soul, mind and body.

For as long as reality would let them.

XXxxXX

Otto picked up his cell phone, recognising it as Mr Peacecraft's personal number. "Yes, sir." He was silent for a while as he digested the information told to him. "Master Milliardo has returned? You must be very relieved."

He fell silent again.

"No, Master Heero is fine. You want to bring him back anyway?" He gasped. Was Master Heero destined to be separated from the one he loved? "I see, Mrs Peacecraft finally agreed on a divorce. He smiled. "No, Mr Peacecraft, I highly doubt Master Heero would crave your attention as much as he wanted to in the past." His eyes landed on the closed door. "There is someone he would rather be right now."

More silence as Heero's father replied.

"I'm glad you are glad, sir. So am I."

tbc…

Only one more chappie. Whew!