Title: Organic
Author: Heeroduo1x2x1
Genre: Supernatural, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings and Pairings: Eventual 12, implied 34, implied 65, cursing, shonen ai, stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I do own this really weird plot twist and the laptop that I am typing this story on. You can't take either of them from me. blows raspberry.
Babble: I decided to write wonderful chapter 3! Woo-hoo! It's in Heero's POV again, so don't expect any diving into Duo's demented mind thing.

I thought that it was all a dream. Talking to Duo must have been a hallucination. But when I woke in my apartment, Duo laying on the same bed I was on, with his arms wrapped protectively around me, I knew once again that this was not a dream. I stared at him for a moment as he snored softly, thinking, How could he be related to death? The idea was slightly inconceivable, yet since it was Duo who said it, I wasn't afraid to believe it.

He snorted in his sleep and I smirked ever-so-slightly. This wasn't a demi-god sent to kill people. This was Duo Maxwell, my friend and comrade. At that point I didn't care if he had been killed, because he wasn't dead. It echoed in my mind for quite a while before I closed my eyes and fell back asleep, not even phased by his tight grip on me.

The next time I awoke, it was to the annoying sound of the phone ringing and Duo snoring. I gently pulled myself from his arms, pondering why I hadn't pushed him off of me immediately, as rushed towards the phone and answered it groggily.

On the vid-screen, Quatre's face appeared looking worried, "Oh, Heero! There you are! I've been trying to get in touch with you for nearly 3 days!"

I arched an eyebrow, "3 days? Doesn't feel like it's been 3 days."

"It has been though!" Quatre's shook his head quickly, "I was trying to get in touch with you to tell you that Lady Une has a -- What is that noise?"

I assumed he was referring to the sound of Duo's snoring. Regretfully, I couldn't really tell him it was Duo. He'd get that worried look, side-step around calling me insane, and then tell me I should come and stay with him and Trowa for a week or so.

"Ugh, Heero, who's on the phone, man?" Duo's voice radiated from the bedroom doorway, and I was sure Quatre could see him fully from the vid-screen's camera.

"Allah, Heero! Th-that looks like…"

"Duo?"

"Yes! What is going on? Duo is dead!" Quatre exclaimed, his eyes examining Duo as he walked closer to me and the phone. Duo had this look on his face, one that screamed out in panic, Retreat! Retreat! Danger ahead! but he just continued walking forward, nodding to me and taking the phone before giving Quatre a wide grin edged with sadness.

"Hey, Quat." Duo said slowly, trying to be as casual as possible. He knew if he acted casual, Quatre would more than likely calm down enough for Duo to explain why he was standing in my living room, alive. And explain he did, his story the same as it was 3 days earlier.

Quatre took it much better than anticipated and informed us that he would catch the first shuttle to Earth from L4. In the meantime, Duo and I were not to leave each other's sight. I found that I had no problem with this. I never wanted Duo to be away from me again, especially after everything that had happened. I know that it was a lousy way to explain it, but it was the only way I could think to. Amazingly, even I didn't know why. I'd found myself extremely relieved whenever I saw Duo's smile. I constantly asked myself why I felt this way, but I could never come up with a reliable reason.

"So, what're we gonna do until Q-ball gets here?" Duo asked nearly 6 hours after Quatre's phone call. He was sitting on the couch upside-down, his legs dangling over the back and his hair hanging onto the floor. His unnervingly amethyst eyes were focused on me, and he had an expression of complete relaxation on his face. Something about him sitting this way made my chest constrict and my heart ache so much that for a split second I thought I was having a heart attack. However, after a few moments I realized this was impossible, considering I was entirely healthy and had no heart problems. So what was it? I didn't know, but I wasn't going to dwell upon it. Instead, I stored it away for later study.

"I haven't thought about it."

"Whoa, that's definitely not like you." He waved his braid at me, "You used to plan everything out from the moment it came up."

"People change." I deadpanned, leaning back against the couch I was on without removing my eyes from Duo's ethereal face.

"Well, I'd say it's a change for the better. Maybe you'll chill out." Duo mused.

He didn't know what caused that change. "Duo, even if the change was for the best, do you know what caused it? What caused me to no longer be concerned with such pettiness as perfect plans?"

If Duo didn't know before, he knew now. I could look at him and tell. He knew that when he had died, it made me realize that no matter how long I sit and plan, something can always go wrong. It made me open to being spontaneous, because that was how I thought he had survived before. I thought the constant planning was what got him killed. He sighed and looked away from me. "Open mouth, insert foot, eh?"

I chuckled darkly, "Maybe both of us should."

"Yeah."

We sat in silence for an unknown amount of time, Duo still hanging off the couch and me sitting with a pillow clutched to my chest. I was becoming quite uncomfortable in that silence, and found myself staring up at the ceiling when I felt Duo suddenly sit down next to me. I glanced quickly at him, wondering what was on his mind.

Seeing my curiosity, he grinned, "Well, why don't we go and rent movie? Q said not to leave each other's sight, but he said nothing about leaving the apartment."

I quirked an eyebrow, nodding slightly. That seemed to be enough of an answer for him, because the next thing I knew he had grabbed my arm and was dragging me towards the front door. "Duo!"

"What?"

"I'm barefoot."

"Oh." He grinned lopsidedly, letting go of me long enough for me to slip on my sneakers before he snatched me again and continued on towards the door.

We returned to my apartment nearly an hour later, with a bag of movies (7, to be exact) and another filled to the brim with candy and movie snacks that Duo had insisted on buying. The moment we walked in the door, things somehow felt almost normal and I found myself almost forgetting the miserable six months prior.

Instantly upon entering, Duo rushed to the television and began fiddling with it, putting the first movie in and plopping down on the couch all in one fluid motion. His motions were flawless, almost calculated, which served as my reminder that he wasn't even human. I sat lightly on the opposite side of the couch, leaning over and snatching a bag of cookie dough bites from Duo's stash in the center of the cushions. No one knew, but I had a mild obsession with certain candies, Cookie Dough Bites being at the forefront of that list (which included anything chocolate and Gummi Bears.) As I opened the box, Duo gave me an amused look and turned the movie on.

"Which one is this?" I asked as the opening credits began to roll.

"The first Lord of the Rings." Duo answered gleefully, and I blinked. I had never seen the movies, and simply shrugged before turning back to watch.

By the time we reached the third movie, Duo was half on and half off of me. About halfway through The Two Towers, he had decided to stretch out, resting his legs on my lap. He did this, of course, without asking my opinion on the matter. Strangely enough, that simple contact caused the constriction from before to return even stronger.

Duo shifted slightly and I realized I had been running a hand over one of his legs unconsciously. I quickly removed my hand.

"Hey, I was enjoying that leg massage!" Duo exclaimed, glancing at me with a wide smile on his face.

I chuckled softly, wondering why my face felt so warm, "Whatever."

A/N: Well then, that was chapter 3 of Organic. I have a few more chapters to go and I know exactly what I want to do with them. Amazing. Well, all my inspiration is focused on this story at the moment, and the others have kind of faded to second, especially Wise Blood. I've lost the juice for it. But, who knows. Maybe once this one is finished, I'll be back on track with WB too. Thanks for reading, now I want you to review!! XD (Chapter is being posted at the same time!)