Three weeks without update on this story as left me rusted...so do forgive any silliness/patheticness of this chapter!

Discalimer: don't down GW. Merely borrowing them for entertainment

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Wufei sat nervously in the living room, playing with his hands. The tension in the air was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Sighing softly, he leaned back, turning to look at Quatre and Trowa quietly conversing in the corner. The blond's eyes were red from crying. Trowa looked impassive as always but Wufei could spot the anguish in those emerald green eyes. Just because he didn't show his emotions too often didn't mean that he was unfeeling.

Turning his head to the other side, he saw Heero leaning against the wall, head bent, arms crossed over his chest and foot up against the wall. Anybody who would walk down those stairs would immediately be subject to the 'famous death glare' that Duo had often been a victim of before. Now he was pretty immune to it, not that he actually saw Heero a lot since...the incident.

Just then they heard a door open and spotted Sally coming downsatirs. Heero immediately pushed off the wall and came to stand in her way.

"Well?" He asked in that stoic voice. So calm and carefree. Wufei wanted to punch his lights out.

"What the hell happened to him?" She demanded, her eyes blazing. She looked back and forth between Heero and other pilots, waiting for an answer. When she got none, she bristled even more.

"His back looks like someone ripped it up. He looks pale and half starved to death, malnourished and dehydrated. He's only fifteen for god's sake and I can already see wrinkles and dark circles forming! And top of that, he tried to kill himself! Now do you mind telling me what the hell happened?" She hissed venomously.

When Heero did not reply, Wufei stepped forward. "Come with me to the kitchen." He said shortly. "This is going to take a while."

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"No wonder Duo tried to kill himself." Sally sat back, her eyes wide after listening to Wufei's tale. "I'm surprised he's still alive after all that he went through."

Wufei sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands. "I know, Sal. I just don't know what to do."

"These...nightmares. Do you know what they are about?" Sally asked as she took another sip of her tea.

"I suspected that it had something to do with his past. I asked Heero about it, since Duo told him almost everything, and he told me that it was the incident of the Maxwell church."

"Well, it would make sense that Duo would confide in Heero, them being lovers and all."

"Not anymore."

Sally almost choked on her tea. "What?"

Wufei sighed again, rising and rinsing out his empty cup. "They broke up." He said shortly.

"When? When the hell did this happen?" Sally's anger was now lashing out towards him and he winced internally. "Damn it, Chang! What the hell else are you hiding from me?!"

"Heero broke up with Duo maybe about three weeks back. And that in turn caused all these events."

"No shit! Where is Yuy? I'm going to kill that bastard!" Sally got up and strode out of the room, no doubt in search of Heero.

Wufei frowned unconsciously. Why would Sally be so bothered by what was happening between the pilots? Putting down the dishes, he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where she saw Sally grabbing Heero by his shirt and yelling into his face while the stoic soldier did nothing.

"You bastard! It's your damn fault that Duo is like this! Why did you have to do it, huh? Why!?"

"Sally, what is going on?" Quatre asked confused at seeing the normally serene doctor in a rage.

"Damn it, Quatre! You know what's going on! Didn't Duo tell you?" She asked looking at them desperately.

All became quiet then as Wufei stepped forward and asked, his voice dangerously low. "Tell us what?"

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Meanwhile upstairs, Trowa was watching over Duo when he showed signs of rousing. His eyes fluttered open gently and Trowa almost sobbed with relief at seeing those amethyst orbs again.

"Duo?" He called softly, leaning over the bedridden pilot.

"Hm? Tro..wa..?" Duo croaked out as he tried to reach for his hand. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be dead."

"Damn it, Duo..." Trowa choked out, his eyes filling with tears. "You're not dead. Wufei found you at just the right time. Why? Why did you have to do it?"

"Didn't want to be...a burden..." He managed to murmur softly.

"You are not a burden. Why didn't you come talk to me? Or Wufei? Or Quatre? Or Heero for gods sake!"

Duo chuckled bitterly. "Heero hates me. Thinks that I hurt you. He was right. I did hurt you, didn't I?"

"What?" Trowa just looked confused. "Duo, you're not making any sense."

"Hurt you. All my fault. I hurt everyone. Solo, Father, Sister Helen, Heero, you..." He smiled hazily, his eyes glazed over. "He loves you. Not me. No one loves me. If they do, they die...they all die. You...you take good care of Heero. He...won't die because...of me..."

Trowa took a sharp breath, the tears in his eyes falling freely now. Duo continued unaware.

"I'm so cold, Trowa..." he said softly, as a shiver wracked through his body. "Why won't anyone ever keep me warm? Why won't they love me? Am I not worth it? Yeah, that's probably it. They all look at me and they probably say, 'hey, look. An ugly street rat. No one would ever want him.' Don't you think so?"

He lifted his hands and looked at the ghostly pale skin. "I want to fade away. I don't want to live anymore, Tro. I'm only causing everyone pain and misery. I should go now..." He tried to get up, but darkness quickly overcame him and he fell back on to the bed, unconscious.

Unnoticed by him, Trowa sat quietly and sobbed.

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Three-day weekend! Woott! Welll, except for the fact that there is CHEMISTRY and I have to study for PSAT's! . well, will attempt update my other stories as well. I'm getting particularly fond of "Love that kills"....

Reviiewww!