Title: I Want to Touch the Sky Part 2 of 4
Author: HeeroDuo1x2x1
Feedback: Please? Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and keep my ice-cold heart toasty!
Disclaimer: Erm…. Well, as per usual, I really honestly DON'T Gundam Wing. If I did, I'd be rich and able to laugh at everyone else. But alas, I do not. So if you even CONSIDER SUING ME… I'll sick the flesh-eating demon bed-babies on you!! (Also not mine! A biscuit to the first to guess correctly who owns the bed-babies!)

Genre: I wish I knew.

Warnings/Rating: 1+2/2+1 Erm, kinda molesting of Duoness… Lotsa cursing. Duo POV, PG-15 (13 year-olds shouldn't read this, but it's not quite R… erm…)Fuzzyness… Heero being OOC and talking a lot. Hey, it's another dimension! Heero could be completely different if I want him to be!

Ok, so I lied about the date. I thought it would take me longer to finish this chapter than it did. But, HEY, I got reviews! That might be why I finished it so quickly!!! I love you minna san!!! *Giggles*  Mariana1, look I updated almost 5 days earlier!! Thank you, Shaeric Draconis, for your kind words!!! Tica, Thankies for the niceties!! *glomps all of you* YOU GET POCKY!!! *throws pocky at you* ^_^V R&R!

"Duo?" a voice said in a curious tone. I knew it was Heero. I stood and vaulted over my bed to the other side of the room and turned to look at the door.

"What?" I called, trying to sound as calm as possible, even though I wasn't.

He opened the door and slipped his head through the crack just enough to be able to see me completely. Upon seeing my form in the corner, he slid into the room without a sound and paced towards me, stopping halfway as if he had suddenly changed his mind. He was wearing a different outfit then before. His black trench coat  had been replaced with a green tank top, and his ordinary black slacks were now black spandex that left very little to the imagination. He stood there, his face no longer smiling. Now that I looked at him without his influence, he wasn't very frightening. In fact, he was actually quite, well, attractive. His face was perfectly symmetrical, his eyes not as harsh as they had appeared at first. His hair wasn't merely unruly, it had a soft chocolate colour. I couldn't believe that I had over looked the fact that he was of obvious Asian descent and I found myself staring at him while he gathered his thoughts.

"Anything wrong?" I asked him, wondering what had brought him to my room. He shook his head.

"No. But, can I tell you something?" He continued when I shrugged, "I'm terribly sorry about before."

Again, I shrugged, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. He began to move towards me again, but he sighed instead and sat down on the edge of my bed. I blinked at this. "Look, it's okay."

He looked shocked at my response, "I honestly didn't expect you to accept my apology."

"You didn't really hurt my mom or me, plus you stopped messing with my head. I guess now it's just icing, you know?" I grinned, even though on the inside I was screaming at him in a smoldering rage.

He smiled slightly at me, before his eyes widened and he gasped, standing and stumbling towards the door. "You don't forgive me. Or, rather, you forgive me for everything but my having touched you."

I frowned, crossing my arms and leaning on the wall. He was right. Everything else really didn't matter, nor did it bother me. But having the taste of him lingering on my lips, still feeling the heat that radiated from him staining my clothes, I couldn't forgive him completely. He gave me my first kiss, and I wasn't even willing and I was fighting. That's why I couldn't forgive him. He knew this. He could sense it, and he felt, although I was cheery and forgiving in disposition, my heart and mind were screaming against it.

Heero looked down at his feet, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes intent on the pattern on my rug. His hair covered his face and for the second time that day my eyes were locked on him, and I was unable to move them. He wasn't influencing me. His eyes suddenly moved to mine.

"I don't know how to make you accept my apology without, as you so gracefully put it, 'messing with your head.'" He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.

My eyes remained on him, "Why don't you just try and make it up to me?" the look on his face was a playful smirk, "Without influencing anyone or anything… disgusting."

He looked for a moment as if he had hit a blank. He looked pitiful.

It was nearly two weeks before he finally came up with an idea. He had come to my room and knocked on the door, much like he had that first day, and rather than wait for me to answer, he simply opened the door a crack and looked in at me. He stepped into the room and stood in almost the exact spot from two weeks prior.

 "If I took you flying, would you forgive me?" His voice was no more than a whisper. It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about, but I realized that he was playing on my dreams. I could feel it. He knew how much I'd always wished to fly, and he was using it to his advantage. But he didn't seem to be trying to trick me. As a matter of fact, he seemed to be genuinely honest about taking me flying.

"How do you plan to pull this off?" I asked in bewilderment, my eternal anger with him momentarily forgotten.

He smiled secretively like the Cheshire cat and motioned for me to come towards him. He didn't order me, he didn't send it into my head, he simply asked with a motion. I went on my own free will. I stood before him, and he looked down at me, and I became suddenly aware that I was quite short. He looked as though he was refraining from patting me on the head. I glowered at him.

"Just focus on my eyes." Heero said, his eyes locked on mine. I nodded and stared into their cobalt depths curiously, wondering if he was possibly trying to mess with me again. I quickly abolished the thought. His eyes seemed to sparkle, and he winced suddenly, leaning forward and resting his forehead against the top of my head. And most intriguing of all, a lone white feather fluttered by in front of me.

I began to shift my head, and Heero's hand quickly shot up and held my face in place. He was breathing heavily as he said, "Please, don't look."

"What are you doing…?" I asked, stopping as his hand strayed to put a single finger on my lips.

"This may hurt a little, so I need to concentrate." I simply nodded and he heaved a breath. Both his hands cupped my face gently, and his pained eyes stayed on mine. I gulped and felt a strange wave coming from his eyes and melting into my being, even as my back began to tingle slightly. The tingling became an itching, the itching became a burning, and before I knew it, my back felt as though it were on fire, pinching and burning and twisting. I gasped in pain, tears welling and falling from my eyes. I grabbed hold of the front of Heero tank top and cried out in agony as the intense pain manifested itself near my shoulder-blades. Before I could get a coherent thought through my head, Heero's lips brushed gently against my own and I mumbled pitifully.

His voice echoed in my mind, 'Don't worry, trust me,' as his lips locked onto mine and he kissed me, urgently yet softly. I was in too much pain to push him away, and although it made no sense, the pain in my back was dulling, fading away. I sighed into his mouth when the pain faded completely, and he pulled away. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to speak when he suddenly snatched me into his arms and held me close with his wings draped protectively around us.

"Heero, what's going --- GAAHH!!" The pain was back, only now it was working its way out, and it felt as though two large creatures were trying to tear their way out of my back. I heard something rip, and though I couldn't be sure if it was my skin or the shirt I wore, it frightened me. I screamed again, and Heero held onto me tighter, and I could feel his heart pounding right by my ear. It was beating quickly, almost as if it was as frightened as I was.

Heero's voice whispered into my hair incoherently, sweet little nothings to calm me down. The pain had faded completely, and I just stayed there in his arms, the warmth welcomed. I noticed that we were no longer standing and that we now knelt on the floor. Heero continued whispering to me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly. I didn't care at that moment that he had kissed me again, or that he was touching me. I had been in so much pain, my entire body and my mind craved that embrace. I buried my head in his chest, and he stroked the back of my head.

"Tell me when you want to fly." Heero spoke quite suddenly, his voice full of compassion and love. It was strange, hearing those words. It was even stranger to hear his tone of voice. It made me want to snuggle closer to him. I wanted to blame the thoughts on his powers, but I knew they had nothing to do with it.

I gripped his shirt, "W-what did you do?"

He continued stroking my hair, "I've given you wings." His voice was soft, and something on my back twitched when his breath ran over it. I gasped at the feeling, my muscles tightening. It was a wonderful sensation and I drew away from Heero, my hands still holding his shirt. I looked down and was shocked to see two feathers overlapping one another. One was white, obviously from Heero's pristine wings. The other feather was a bit larger and was so deep a shade of black that it made the other feather look like a bright shining light. It was amazing, yet at the same time extremely surreal. I stared at it with a look of awe on my face.

"Heero?" My voice trembled.

"Hm?" His voice was still soft.

"Why hasn't my mother come rushing the door yet?" The thought had just hit my mind, and I looked up at Heero with wide eyes as he chuckled.

"I made it so, to her, your sounds of pain were mere laughs." He replied and added hastily as I balled a hand into a fist on his chest, "It was either that or having her come up here with the thought that I was trying to kill you engraved into her head."

I sighed, "I know you're right, but I still don't like it."

He looked at me for a moment and gently removed my hands from his chest. He held them longer than he probably should have, but I didn't say anything, knowing that he'd know when it began to bug me. He caressed my knuckles, pulling my hands up to his lips. His lips were placid against my skin as he turned my hand over and placed extensive kisses over my palm, and I just watched him. It was a very nice feeling, having someone paying so much attention to me, but after a few moments of this I began to feel a distinct tightening in my chest. My heart was fluttering, and I couldn't help but touch my lips with the tip of my tongue. My entire body was reacting to his attention to my hand, and before I realized it, I was leaning towards Heero. I don't know why I kissed him. It was only a small, loose kiss on his forehead, but in that moment the entire world seemed to stop moving and Heero and I were the only things with any significance. He stopped kissing my hands and looked at me, a look of divine curiosity etched on his face. I looked away from him, realizing in a rush that although I had such a problem with him kissing me before, I had just kissed him. My face took a distinct blush and Heero chuckled.

"You are very striking when you blush." Heero said simply, ignoring what I had done. He stood then, and pulled me up with him. I watched as another black feather fell to the ground next to me. I looked from it up into Heero's eyes, and for the first time, I truly saw his wings. They were magnificent, and they had to have been at least six feet across on either side. White as snow, they looked like a white fluffy blanket hanging in mid-air. It was quite a sight. I didn't know at the time what the wings upon my own body looked like, but looking at his gave me an idea. He seemed to be as enthralled as I was, and he reached out to touch one of my wings with placid fingers. I shivered again and he smiled slightly, his hand not straying.

"How… did you do this?" I pleaded, my entire being smothered in bewilderment. His eyes locked on mine and his smile never faltered. Hands moving to his sides, Heero looked away. His smile wavered for moment and he turned to pace to the window.

"I'm not entirely human," He whispered, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes, "and it seems I was right in guessing that you aren't completely human either."

I blinked at him, not understanding what he meant. My mind was racing with thoughts and possibilities of meanings and options, and my heart was pounding with the idea that perhaps I was more than what I seemed. He saw my confusion and looked down.

"I'm something that doesn't have a name. A demon, I suppose you could call me." He explained, pausing when he heard my shocked inhale of breathe, "But not all demons are evil, Duo. Most aren't, in fact. I had a feeling you weren't exclusively human the first time I saw you a few months ago. Call it a sixth sense, if you will. You were with two others, both of whom I saw nothing other than humanity in. You seemed to glow, however, and I began to watch you closely."

I glared harshly at him, furious that he had been spying on me. He didn't seem phased by my glares, and just smiled apologetically.

"You exhibited traits a normal human never would have. You heard noises your friends did not, you saw things others over looked, and you felt the emotions around you and tried to push them back." Heero recalled all this with a thoughtful look, not quite focused on anything in particular. I blinked.

"That's all fine and dandy, but how did you do this?" I insisted, gesturing at my wings for emphasis.

He chuckled, "I helped you release the pent up energy that held your true abilities at bay. I basically freed you. The wings just happened to be a part of it."

I gawked at him, my eyes wide and my mouth half open. I attempted to maintain what was left of my composure, but it was a loosing battle. I didn't quite grasp the concept completely, but I understood enough to figure out that I wasn't just Duo Maxwell, high school junior with a "head in the clouds" complex. I wasn't even human, it turned out. I was something else, and even though I found it to be outlandish and unbelievable, I was some kind of demon. I shook my head, taking a deep breath.

"So… let me get this straight…" I remarked, "I'm not human,"

A nod.

"I'm some kind of demon,"

Another nod.

"And my entire life I've been able to do things others couldn't, and never even noticed it?"

He concluded with a nod and a shrug, before stating, "Also, other abilities were held within you, and I released them. The wings included."

I sighed, "Right. I forgot to fit that in. My brain is working in a 'fire bad, tree pretty' mode right now."

He looked confused, but whatever he was thinking he decided not to voice. Probably for the better. At that moment I wouldn't have been able to understand any questions he would ask, and we both knew it.

  A/N: *Grins* I'm on a role with this one! Yeah… The next 2 chapters are going to be around the beginning of February. AND THEY ARE BOTH IN HEERO'S  POV!! *Grins again* Anyway, hope you enjoyed it and don't think it's too weird… *ducks thrown objects* My sorta-beta reader said I shouldn't put this chapter up. So I did. ^.^ He's gonna kill me. Then again, he hates shounen ai… Huh… *squeals* O_o. Sorry. I'm a lunatic… BANZAI!! *grunts and runs away screaming* REVIEW, REVIEW! More words this chapter! *Slams into a wall*

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