Duo smiled as he saw Heero blush. It was very cute. When Trowa got up and Duo finally saw Heero, he stopped breathing. Heero was absolutely stunning in a green velvet shirt that was v-neck. He wore a matching slack like Duo, but it seemed to fit him snugly like a second skin. Duo looked closely and saw that Heero had a fishnet shirt under his green shirt. He was wearing a leather wrist-gauntlet and dark boots. To complete his outfit he was wearing a dark blue vest that looked something akin to polyester. Duo knew it wasn't silk or velvet. But he didn't care, the vest had a hood and pockets.
"It took forever to convince Heero to put those on. But I guess we're ready." Trowa said as he helped Heero up who mutterd a quiet thank you. Trowa quickly locked the door and followed Quatre to his SUV. Without waiting for anyone's input Trowa got into the passengers side and Qautre sat in the drivers' seat when Duo sat in the seat in the back. Heero stayed out of the vehicle and glared at it, and then he glared at Quatre and Trowa and finally gave Duo his deadliest glare and reluctantly got in. When the truck started, the CD player started playing techno. Heero clapped his ears with his hands. He hated music. No one noticed this except a concerend Trowa. Heero's ears were really sensitive, so he never played music around his cousin or otherwise his eardrums would start hurting. It was a very unusual medical problem and the doctors they went to didn't know what caused it. Ten years ago, Heero was perfectly healthy and then Dr. Jay came along....
"Quatre can you turn it down a little. It'a bit too loud." Heero heard Trowa said. Quatre nodded and the music was softly tuned down, but Heero's eardrums still felt like exploding.
"Hey you okay?" Duo asked him with a concern look in his eyes. Heero looked up and nodded his head. He would never let anyone know that he was getting a headache. He really needed pills.
"I'm fine."
"You don't seem alright to me." Duo said. "Look we can go to a hospital if you want to."
"I'll be fine." Heero said through gritted teeth.
"If you say so." Duo went back to his musing. And Heero begin to have flashbacks. Things he didn't want to remember.
*
"Sit done Heero!" Dr. J screamed at him and Heero winced at the volume of the sound. "Or I'll make it worse."
"But it hurts. I want to see Uncle Dekim and Trowa!" A eight year old Heero said.
"I said shut up!"
"I want my mom!" Heero started to cry. "I want to see her."
"I told you to be quiet you insolent brat." Dr. J slapped him on the face and Heero fell backwards. Heero whimpered but he stopped crying. "Now we are going to try this one more time, Heero and you will not make a fuss about it, because you know why?"
"Little boys don't cry." Heero whispered. "Only girls."
"And are you a girl?"
"No sir."
"Good." Dr. J started turning a dial and Heero cluctched onto the chair as tight as possible. He bit back tears as the volume turned up and Heero screamed. Very soon the noise stopped. Dr. J came over and started to inspect him.
"Hmm, it seems that your ears needed a little more work, Heero. I can't have an imperfect child running now can I?" Heero shook his head.
*
"Finally we are here." Duo brought Heero back from his memories. "I swear Quatre, you drive like a turtle." They past the line into the club. Heero saw Quatre take Trowa by the hand and the gaurd let them in. Duo did the same, and Heero faintly blushed. But got over it when the music came full blast once they stepped inside the club. Heero quickly yanked out of Duo's grasp and headed for the bathroom, wherever that was. He stumbled between people by the bar and dance floor. He felt someone grab him by the waist with strong hands and lead him to the bathroom. It was Trowa. Trowa chased the inhabitants out and quickly wetted some paper-towels.
"You're bleeding Heero." Trowa said as he wiped the blood from the side of Heero's face. "You shouldn't have come."
"I never back down from anything Trowa." Heero said as he sank to the floor of the bathroom.
"I think I should take you back to the dorm." Trowa said as he threw away the towels and dried his hands. "I'll tell Quatre."
"It's okay Trowa."
"No it's not." Trowa bent down to face Heero. "It's my fault Heero. I should've stopped you."
"I'll be okay Trowa." Heero lied. He never mastered to control the nano-chip that amplified his ears. The one Dr. J installed in him for safety measures.
"You're crying Heero." Trowa gently wiped the tears away. "We should go." Just then a concerned Quatre and Duo came running in.
"Are you okay Heero?" Quatre asked in a gentle voice. Heero turned away from him and stared blankly at the sinks.
"I'm sorry Quatre." Trowa said "I'm going to take Heero back to his room."
"Why not a hospital. We can call a doctor."
"No doctors can cure him Quatre." Trowa said as he helped Heero up. "If I wasn't thinking of myself. I could've stopped Heero from coming." Trowa gently guided Heero to the door. "Cover your ears Heero. I'll lead you out." Heero did so and closed his eyes as the music started to flood through his hands. It wasn't bad as the first time he stepped in here. But it still hurted. Trowa guided him in a zigzag route to the exit and Heero felt a rush of cold breeze. He let go of his ears and stared silently out into the night as Trowa began to walk with him to a cab. His ears still throbbed with pain and his headache was a major migraine now.
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Duo wasn't paying attention to Heero in the cab, he was busy trying to dance in the back seat without Quatre scolding him. Otherwise he woudln't shrugged Heero's odd behavior off. He instantly knew something was wrong when Trowa told Quatre to turn the music down and Heero bending over, covering his ears. He figure he didn't like this kind of music. So he was hoping to change that when they got off the SUV, and he knew he would change Heero's pov about music or he would die trying, that's why he grabbed his hands and the fact the guard would only let VIP members in. He was too enthralled in the music, that he mometarily forgot about Heero, until he saw Trowa leap down the stairs with perfect agility and helped his stumbling cousin.
"What's wrong with Heero?" Duo yelled at Quatre and the blond only mouthed 'I don't know.' Duo just ignored the two cousins and headed for the bar where he met the older Heero look-a-like. He was glad the guy wasn't there. Quatre followed him.
"Duo, why are people running out of the bathroom?"
"Huh?" Duo turned his head to see people coming from the hallway where the bathrooms were. He heard a few muttered curse about 'stupid brats,' 'no respect, chase us out. Damn kid, no one told him to start bleeding, 'shouldn't got in a fight.' Duo and Quatre heard the voices and all the clues added up. Heero stumbling to the bathroom as though he was in pain, Trowa helping him and people running out.
"Duo I got a bad feeling about this." Quatre said as he got up and ran toward the bathrooms. Duo followed him and they found Trowa leaning over a crying Heero, or at least he thought he was crying. Quatre walked up to the two and in his best, gentle, caring voice asked Heero if he was okay. Duo moved closer to hear Trowa and Quatre talking.
"I'm sorry Quatre." Trowa said "I'm going to take Heero back to his room."
"Why not a hospital. We can call a doctor." Quatre said in a motherly tone. Why did Heero need a doctor?
"No doctors can cure him Quatre." Trowa said as he helped Heero up. "If I wasn't thinking of myself. I could've stopped Heero from coming." Trowa gently guided Heero to the door. "Cover your ears Heero. I'll lead you out."
Duo stared at the two until they left. So Heero Yuy wasn't perfect after all.
"Duo.."Quatre said in a concerned voice. "There's blood on the floor." Duo turned his head quickly to the spot where Heero sat. There was bloody finger marks on the floor. Duo didn't need a diagnosis to know that there was something medically wrong with Heero. He grabbed Quatre and dragged him out of the bathroom and out into the cold night. But there was no sign of Heero or Trowa anywhere.
"Why do I have the feeling that something seriously bad is going to happen?" Duo asked the empty night.