Chapter 2:
Quatre hung up the phone silently, a look of concern written across his face. He turned to see Trowa coming out of Duo's room, headed towards the kitchen and joined him. "Hey Trowa." He said rather solemnly. "What are you doing?" he asked walking alongside his koibito.
"Getting some coffee. What's wrong?" Trowa asked. He could tell from the tone of Quatre's voice that something was really bothering him. He stopped at the cupboard and grabbed out three mugs, somehow he got the feeling Quatre was going to want some tea before the hour was out. He set out to filling the mugs with their respective liquids awaiting Quatre's answer.
"The doctor's not coming." Quatre turned and looked back at Duo's bedroom door. 'Poor Heero. This is already eating him alive. Despite how much he doesn't think we know, I can tell, and I think Trowa does too. And Duo. What's wrong with you? You look like you're dying.' The realization struck Quatre like a ton of bricks.'That's it! You and Hee-chan had a fight and you ran away.. You intended on dying didn't you? Oh gods... Why didn't see it earlier? But what did you guys fight over? What could've caused you to do something like this? What did Heero say to you?' " Heero and Duo had a fight... Didn't they Trowa?"
Trowa nearly dropped the coffee pot. 'The doctor isn't coming? Why not? What's so..? Did Quatre just figure out that Heero and Duo had a fight?' "Yeah." He quickly regained composure and continued pouring the coffee into his mug. 'You never cease to amaze me Quatre. Now I see why everyone respects you so much.'
"Hmm." Quatre sighed. 'I thought so.' "Trowa?"
"Yeah?"
"Duo's dying."
This time he did drop the coffee pot. "Wh-what?" He turned to face the blonde's rather serious expression. Surprise evident on his face "Quatre... You can't be serious. Duo? It's not. I mean. Why would you say that?" 'Duo can't die. It just isn't possible.' Noting the sadness contained in his koibito's eyes he realized just how serious the shorter boy was. He turned and picked up the coffee pot, placing it on the counter as he grabbed a cloth from the nearby rack and started cleaning up the spilt liquid. In a hushed tone he asked, "What would make you think that?"
"Call it a hunch. But if that fight was as serious as I think it was. Duo may have known he was sick all along and intended to die. We just showed up in time to catch it is all." The Arabian explained knowing more about Duo's past than any of the other former pilots. The explanation earned a slight nod of understanding from the stoic boy in front of him "Listen, Trowa, I've already contacted Wu Fei. He said he'd be here in two days. And he said he'd try to get a hold of Sally for us. Okay?"
"Alright." Was all the response Quatre got before Trowa turned around and handed him a mug full of chamomile tea. It was just amazing how his lover always knew what he needed when he needed it. Trowa grabbed the other two mugs and started walking towards Duo's room. "Call Wu Fei back."
"Why?"
"I think he deserves to know what you think may be going on."
"Right."
"And he'd call it an injustice if we didn't let him know what your theory is before he got here."
Quatre chuckled. Indeed his lover's knowledge was amazing. "Yeah, you're right. I'll call him right away." He said as Trowa entered the room, shutting the door with his foot. He needed something to lighten up the mood a bit, and that was it. He went into the living room and sat on the sofa, setting his tea on the coffee table there. He also needed some time to think. Duo. What did you and Heero fight about?
Flash back -
Heero was sitting at his desk typing on his laptop once again as Duo lay on the bed behind him, bored out of his mind and babbling on about nothing in particular.
"Hey, Heero?"
"Hn?"
"Do you do anything besides sit there and type? Y'know, like anything for fun? Like rollerblading, or going out to dance clubs? Cuz if not then you have one boring life, no offence or anything. It's just that, well, surely you must notice how boring this is. I mean not even Trowa could handle just sitting at a desk in front of a computer typing all day."
"Duo.."
"Ah-ha! He does speak! I knew it!" Duo sat up, a grin on his face.
"Be quiet." Heero side glanced back at the boy behind him on the bed, and then looked back to the document he was typing up.
"Huh? Now why would I want to do that? Jeez. You must be losing your marbles to think that I'm just gonna sit here and watch you type on that computer all day. Hey, You ever play marbles, Heero? No. Of course not. God forbid you would ever do anything fun... You're always so anal-retentive. I bet you don't know the first thing about-"
"Duo. Do you ever shut up?" Heero sighed as he continued to type, interrupting his companion..
"Nope! Don'tcha know? A person can never talk too much. There is no subject too inane to discuss, nor can any remark be too silly." Duo chimed, his grin growing a bit.
"Hmm? Uh-oh. Here we go again." His grin faded "The silent treatment. You know I can wait this out just as long as you can. And since you won't interrupt me, I'm just gonna keep on talking. Now what to talk about? I know! I saw this most wicked show last night. I think it was called Yu-Gi-Oh! Well, anyways it was wicked cool. It's bout these people who play this trading card game called Duel monsters. And there was this one character, Kaiba, he was a real jerk. Actually... he reminded me of you."
"Maxwell, shut up." Heero commanded, in that ice cold, monotone voice of his.
"Yeah. Definitely like you. In fact... he kinda looked like you too. Heh. Think the creators had you in mind when they came up with him?" Duo continued, feeling spiteful.
"Shut up now." Heero commanded again, this time a little more agitated
"Or what?" Duo asked, his voice now starting to take on an annoyed hint as well.
"Omae o korosu." Heero said flatly.
"Jeez. You don't need to be so up tight all the time. It's just a cartoon. Then again. What would you know about fun stuff like that? You're always such a cold, uncaring bastard."
"And you're a loudmouth idiot. We're even." Heero turned to look at him, his gaze cold and stone-like. " Now this is the last time I will say it. Shut up."
"Make me!" Came the petulant reply.
"Gladly." Was all that Heero said as he rose from his chair and walked over to where Duo was sitting and punched him hard in the jaw.
Duo gingerly touched his already bruising face and looked up at Heero, fear and betrayal glistening in his eyes for a moment before turning to something else.
Duo stood up, angry, and returned the punch with one of his own, that Heero easily ducked, dropping into a crouch and sweeping his leg around catching the back of Duo's causing him to fall and land on his back. Quickly recovering from the shock Duo turned and swept his own leg causing Heero to lose balance and fall. "I'm glad to be who and what I am! Can you say the same?"
"What do you mean by that?" Heero asked, his steely blue eyes carefully watching the upset youth before him as he slowly got up ready to counter any attack launched by the braided teen.
"You're a cold, heartless, emotionless, stuck-up asshole. That's what I mean." Heero glared and winced inwardly as Duo continued. "And now that I look at you, I can see what my biggest mistake in life was." Duo said as he stood, panting slightly.
"And what would that be?" Heero asked, keeping his cool façade.
"Giving a damn about you!" With that he stormed out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door, slamming it behind him. Heero blinked. 'Was he... crying?' He thought dazedly as he thought he saw the glimmer of a tear in the corners of Duo's eyes. A minute later He heard Duo's motorcycle roar to life and speed off.
End Flashback -
Wu Fei arrived a few days later with Sally in tow. "Where's Maxwell?" he demanded, concern and anger filling his voice. Trowa silently nodded his head in the direction of Duo's closed door. "Heero's in there too. Listen, Wu Fei, don't get too angry yet. Heero's taking this pretty hard. Perhaps it'd be best if you left him alone for a while."
"Fine." The Chinese boy muttered as he walked over to the door, opened it, and entered the room, followed closely by Sally.