Important notice: THE CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN RE-EDITED AND CHANGED FROM CHAPTER TWO ON.
Downfall
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
Chapter Five: The Writings on the Paper (Double Trouble)
"Heero," Duo smiled. He wrapped his arms around Heero tightly before pulling back. Today was their two-year anniversary.
"Duo," Heero even let a small smile tug at his lips to help celebrate the occasion.
"I think that we should break up." The world seemed to freeze for a moment. "We're only eighteen and we're getting ourselves in too deep. We've never seen other people before—how do we know if we're meant to be with each other?"
Duo, mentally, was screaming at himself—what was he doing? Where was this coming from? Oh, God—please—what was he doing? Why couldn't he say what he really wanted to say!
It was as if he had no possession of his actions or body. It was like watching a movie, some tragic love story. A pang of fear hit his heart.
Heero had his head bowed. He was pulling away, distancing himself. Tears were lining his lashes.
'HEERO!' Duo's mind screamed. The braided man fell to his knees after Heero left, dashing off into the rain. He had remained where he was, rooted to his spot.
"No…" the feeling of something else controlling him was gone, Heero with it.
"I…I love you, Heero…" A small, velvet box fell to the ground as Duo brought his hands up to his stinging eyes.
"Boys… dun cry… boys don't c-cry…" He wasn't even sure if he was, or if it was just the rainwater running down his face.
Inside the box, lay a small gold band on a miniature plush cushion.
"Heero…"
Duo woke up with a muted cry, sweat making his skin feel sticky and sick. He panted as he tried to regain his sense of reality.
It was just a dream—no, a memory. Duo calmed himself down. He looked up, noticing that he was in his room, now dark. The blinds were closed, but he could tell that it was already nightfall.
His eyes drifted off to look at the time his clock said, '9:54'. He let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms above his head. Blearily blinking away the sleep, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes, trying to fight the memories that the dream brought up.
"Concentrate," he mumbled in the growing darkness, "What happened?"
Hilde. He was walking with her. Leaving from somewhere—a café?—and the groceries dropped. An egg splattered on his shoe. Luckily, it was the only thing breakable—right? He growled, trying to keep his mind on task. He needed to know exactly why, not analyze the situation with all the minor details like in the war. He sighed at the thought—he was really screwed over for the rest of his life.
A note.
He jumped from his bed, instantly regretting it when a wave of dizziness washed over him. It passed as he regained his sense of balance and surroundings. He shook his head weakly—just a spell.
He opened the door, hearing it creak loudly in the silence. "Hilde?" he called, stepping from his dwelling into the hall.
His socked feet padded lightly on the hardwood floor. He saw some light flashing, changing periodically, and walked in the direction of said lights. He leaned against the doorframe.
There she was.
Duo smiled at the sight—Hilde had the TV on mute, a dinner plate on the table in front of her, snoozing away happily.
Fearing of waking her, he instead chose to grab a blanket and drape it over her sleeping form. He smiled, wanting to ruffle her hair. He looked at her like a little sister.
The note he remembered was lying there, slightly ripped from when he had torn it from the dagger sharply.
'We have what you think yours. You're to be next and last.'
He set the note down and sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair to fix his disarrayed strands. He winced, pulling a couple strands accidentally. He really needed to braid it again.
"Hello." Duo gasped, jerking around.
"Oh, shi—"
It was too late.
Another note fluttered to the floor as Duo collapsed into a shadowed figure's arms. The person shifted the precious cargo while lifting Duo onto the man's back.
A smile once more was shown, white teeth grinning in the darkness. The lass continued to sleep on, oblivious to all other actions occurring around her.
Silently as a cat stalking its prey, the cloaked and shadowed figure escaped into the silent night...
"Perfect." were his parting words.
When Hilde awoke the next morning, all she found was a note that read, "The last is none the less the least needed." She called the police, but no evidence was found to show, or even further suspicions of foul play other than the two notes and the dagger.
"Duo," Hilde whispered, clutching a pillow on the couch she was sitting on. "Please be all right." And you too, Heero. 'If…if Duo fell in love with the guy even once, he couldn't be all that bad, right?' She took a shaky breath, 'Right.' She reassured herself. Somehow, she felt as if even being involving in the situation was dangerous. She closed her eyes, 'I'm in way over my head I guess.'
TBC
Can you imagine how pissed I was when I left out Duo's capture? Thank goodness I reread over this story when doing an update. It was absolutely horrid! I feel so ashamed.