WarningsI do not own any of the Gundam Wing characters, or the show, I just own the plot and extra characters, so sorry!

Side Notes change of person/thoughts/scenes

Strange Emotions …continued…

"H-hey!" a shocked Duo yelled as he was pushed backwards, slamming into a few other dancers, who either ignored him, or pushed him back, "Wha' the hell!"

"I hate it when people ignore me, ya know?" Mark replied back, his voice dangerously low.

"Then you must get it a lot, no?" Duo retorted, not in the mood to fool with this guy, not with all that he just witnessed. That girl was able to get Heero to do more things than he could ever do in a month! Maybe Duo was lying to himself… Maybe Heero was straight. He felt like a boulder had got caught in his throat, as he watched Heero garb the girls hand. 'Boys don't cry. Boys don't cry,' he chanted in his mind.

"Are you listening to me?" Mark hissed, and grabbed Duo's upper arm, and squeezed extremely hard.

"Ouch!"

"Yeah ouch. No one ignores me. Come here, I'll teach you a lesson or two," Mark sneered, and began to drag Duo towards the men's bathroom.

Duo began to panic. Not noticing Heero walking towards their direction. Even though he was a Gundam Pilot, this guy's strength was unbelievable. He would have to defend himself eventually, but this fight would be close, very close.

Entering the bathroom, the guy made sure no one else was in there, and shoved the small couch in front of the door to block people from entering. Then catching Duo off guard, he slammed his frame into the counter containing the sinks. Duo felt pain jolt through him as the edge of the counter came into contact with the middle of his back, momentarily paralyzing his movements.

'Uh oh. I'm in trouble!' Duo thought as he slumped to the ground, 'If I hadn't have let my guard down, I would have kicked his ass by now, but damn my confidence!'

Mark continued to pick him up, and punch him in his gut, knocking the breath out of him. Awaiting the next blow, Duo gave into his fate, and closed his eyes. Neither boy noticed the silent turn of the doorknob, or the persistent pushing of the couch. Upon hearing the sound of wood against aluminum flooring, Duo thought that Mark was moving the couch out of the way to leave him there. But a kick to his side made him change his mind. Mark was just about to kick Duo again, but was stopped as something came into contact with the back of his head. Swirling around, his vision slightly blurry, he barely made out the form of a guy that looked like the guy Duo ignored him for. Before he could confirm his theory, he blinked, and opened his eyes in time to see a fist coming toward him; blackness replacing everything he could see.

Duo moaned, his breathing causing him some pain. 'Probably got a broken rib, or something,' he thought. After not being attacked anymore, but a sudden touch to his side, made him open his eyes, and gasp in pain. There in front of him lay the body of an unconscious Mark, and kneeling beside him was a very pissed off Heero.

"Hiya Heero," Duo squeezed out between clenched teeth, and then broke into a fit of coughs.

"Shut up Duo, don't move," Heero replied, his voice showing a hint of concern.

'Does my mind… and pain… deceive me, or did I hear concern?' Duo thought, then added, much to Heero's dislike, "Nice to see you too."

"You have a few minor injuries; bruises, and scraps, but nothing serious. Your rib may be sore for some days."

"…" Duo moaned, as Heero gently pushed his hands underneath his limp body, and picked him up. Duo laid his head against the firm chest, and sighed. Heero kicked open the door, and ignore the stares that they attracted, and walked out of the club, and began the walk home.

Riding the bike would be hazardous, and he couldn't risk dropping Duo, or wreaking. The long walk was tiring, but Heero did not stop, even after he felt Duo fall to sleep, his breath warm against his chest. Heero reveled in the feel of holding Duo is his arms, and felt slightly protective of the defenseless proposition Duo was left in. He wanted to lay Duo down, and go back to the club, and beat that bastard senseless, but he knew Duo would never forgive him for that. Exiting the town, and coming to the hidden path that led to the safe house, Heero stopped and listened to his surroundings before brushing the bushes aside, and continuing on.

Heero's arms tightened around the body in his arms, as the boys began to shiver. The wind has picked up since they had left the bar, and lightening could be seen in the distance.

'Great, a storm, just what I need,' Heero thought, and began to walk faster. Entering the small yard, Heero quickly unlocked the door as best as he could, and walked in. Depositing Duo onto the couch, then returning to lock the door just as rain began to fall. Winter was drawing near, for the weather was crisper, and the rain was turning to hail, beating down upon the roof.

Duo began to moan in pain, and he started tossing and turning in his sleep; small purls of sweat forming on his brow.

"NO! Leave him be!" Duo yelled out in his sleep, "I'm sorry… I always kill everything I love… No… Heero! …I'm so sorry Hee-chan!!!"

'…Does that mean he loves me?'

TBC…

Thanks for being patient!!!