Warnings: eto… it's not gonna be pretty, someone's probably going to kill me for this. More yaoi… definitely yaoi…
Oh, yeah, and I noticed that my website link didn't pop up, so here it is
www. Angelselene. Deviantart. Com (make sure to take out the spaces)
Disclaimer: they're not mine, this is the last time I'm saying it.
Feel free to flame, it gives me something to smirk about.
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Chapter 2:
Heero sank into his couch, exhausted. A year… had it already been a year?
It was hard for him to fathom, at times. A year without Duo… a year without the person whom he loved more deeply than he had once thought possible. How he missed the braided man… longed for his touch and his gentle laugh. Longed for everything that had proven that Duo was there, an integral part of the 01 pilot's existence. And without warning he was gone…
There was a knock on the apartment door, and Heero merely stared at the fixture from across the room having no intention of answering it.
"Come on, Heero, I know you're there," came Zechs' agitated tone. After joining Preventers, Zechs and Duo had both become good friends, and Duo's absence, Zechs and Heero had become friends. Another knock. "Don't make me break the door, Yuy."
Heaving a great sigh, Heero rose to his feet and made his way to the door. "My landlord'll be pissed if you break the door again. I'd rather not be threatened with eviction again," he stated dryly, allowing the older man in and returning to his place.
"Maybe you should think about moving," the blond advised carefully.
"I don't want to move… if Duo should come back here…"
"I don't like it anymore than you do, Heero," Zechs sighed, sitting down across from him. "But I don't think he is coming back."
Prussian eyes burned hatefully. "Don't even suggest that!"
"Heero, it has been a year. It is time for us all to face reality, you included. You're not the only one hurt by this, Heero. Hell! I was going to ask him to be my best man! Noin and I have delayed our wedding for over six months now, in hopes of his return," crystal blue eyes were strangely desperate, and terribly pained. "He's not coming back."
Heero bolted from his seat. "He will come back!" there was an almost crazed desperation in those odd blue eyes, before they were overtaken with a broken loneliness. Zechs watched in shock as the young man once known as the "Perfect Soldier" broke, and collapsed into the older man's arms, sobbing brokenly. "He's gone…" he choked out. "Oh, God, Zechs… what happened to him?"
Zechs said nothing. There was nothing to say. No one had any answers, and Heero hadn't expected any. The blond man just held his weeping friend, stroking his hair and rocking him as though he were a child. It was probably the first time Heero had cried in his life and all the pain and uncertainty of the last year came rushing out. Zechs looked out the window as night descended on the city and sent a silent prayer to any God that they would all get through this in one piece, and that, wherever he was, Duo was okay.
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It was raining outside. The First loved the rain, usually. Tonight, though, he was melancholy and inexplicably irritable.
"Is something in particularly wrong, Desolo?" Collins wondered.
"I do have a name you know," he sighed, turning away from the window.
"Your name isn't really important until your master gives it to you, now is it?" the scientist pointed out. The First shrugged.
"True enough."
Collin's dull brown eyes looked worried as he went over to the First and placed his hand on the Owned's forehead. "Are you getting sick?"
Purple eyes narrowed in disgust and pulled away. "I'm not sick, Collins. I just… haven't felt like myself lately."
"Really? What's wrong?"
"I dunno… I feel like…" chestnut brows furrowed as their owner looked for a way to describe it. "…like I'm missing part of myself. I don't understand it," he scowled, running a frustrated hand through long hair.
"You are Owned. You know you won't be complete until you have a Master. It's not in your nature," Collins pointed out carefully. "There have been so many who've inquired about you, yet you've turned them all away. Who are you looking for, Desolo?"
The First gave a cool snort. "I wish I knew. My memories just seem to be running together anymore. I mean, I haven't been able to see faces for so long… but now it's like people are running together and I don't remember who they are anymore and-"
"Desolo, slow down. This isn't unusual. I told you, being Owned without an Owner is not meant to be. If you'd just stop fighting it so damned hard-"
"But I can't forget!" the First cried, desperation seeping into strange violet orbs. "I can't forget my past…"
"Desolo, if you don't Imprint on someone soon, those memories are likely to fade all the more. If it goes on long enough, you may loose them all. Please, Desolo, for your own sake, Imprint," Collins coached.
"But I'm waiting for him… I want him to find me… I want to be his…" there was such purpose in the Owned's voice that the scientist felt compelled to help his charge find this person.
"But who is he, 'Solo?"
The First shuddered at the nickname. "If only I could remember…"
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Tsuzuku… TBC…
