Wake Up
by JasonResno
Authors Note: STILL ALIVE!
The Prussian eyed man folded his hands in his lap. The calloused but infinitely gentle hands wrung at each other.
"How could she do this?"
The statement was one that had been muttered various times and with different volumes of emotion behind it.
He shook his head, his tousled chocolate hair already a mess, and leaned back against the pillow.
A smooth hand draped itself on his masculine chest as if to ease the dull ache that pounded his body.
"Things will work out." The words were soft and seemed to hang in the air before a rough sigh destroyed them.
"How can they Rel?"
Even the perfect soldier could not hide the anger in his voice. Hilde had been a close friend to him as well as Relena. The betrayal hurt thrice because of it.
Heero rolled onto his side to face her. "His life revolved around her. The shop. The apartment. Living here so close to us."
She took his face between her soft hands and laced a kiss on his forehead.
"Things worked out between us. Right?"
The ex soldier averted his gaze from her pretty face.
GW
Duo sat up quickly. His flesh stuck with sweat to the Yuys leather sofa and his braid hung still at his side.
He had seen her face. Again and again. It was torture.
His boyish features were obscured in an expression of upmost grief. Wrinkles laced his brow where he had been frowning in his sleep.
In war you were trained to kill without feeling. When subjected to it enough you became acclimated. Much like easing a limb into a cold pool or submerging onself underwater. These things you could handle, if done enough, and so you were capable of continuing.
However experiencing your heart breaking every night was not something you could get used to.
It had been a week. A week since the incident', as they liked to refer to it as, and nothing had changed.
He was still living off of their sofa. He barely went in to work. She refused to take his calls.
Out of shame, perhaps, Heero had proposed as the two relaxed in front of a football game.
A baleful glance from Duo stopped the speculation.
Was there shame in falling out of love? Duo didn't know. He had never done it before. He certainly had never cheated on Hilde either.
The whole thing was absurdly heinous. His beautiful girlfriend. The one he had planned to cherish from the get go. The one he was planning on proposing to.
The 'perfect' dates where he acted a fool and she just smiled with fondness. The days they spent at the local parks playing with stray puppies. Was it all a sham?
Not only had he lost her now but all of the memories they had shared were tainted. How could he look back on any of the 'golden' days and think anything but her moans of pleasure as some stranger stole what was his.
It just couldn't happen. At least that was what he was trying to convince himself.
He rolled nimbly off of the couch and stretched. He glanced down at the clock that blinked on their DVD player. Six in the morning. He had managed to sleep in today.
Rolling his strong shoulders he glanced around the dimly lit room. The sun was still rising and the shades had been cracked open. Hearing footsteps across the house he sat back onto the couch in attempt to be unnoticable.
"It's alright Maxwell, just me." Heeros gravelly voice broke the silence.
"Yeah, I figured." The reply was short.
Things were still oddly tense around the house. Duo didn't know why or how to explain it. He appreciated what Heero and Relena were doing for him but he just couldn't enjoy living off of charity.
Heero walked into the living room and plopped into a recliner near the leather couch. He set his feet on the table as he took a delicate sip of coffee.
"You're up early, Yuy."
It was both a statement and a question.
Heero sighed and refused to be baited. Ever since the incident Heero was convinced that Duo believed the same thing was just waiting to happen to every other man on the planet.
Quatre, on a visit earlier in the week, played at being politely confused but later confided to Heero that Duos insinuation was offensive.
"It's all good Maxwell."
He took another sip.
"You up for gettin' out and about today?"
Duo leaned back sulkily. "What's the point? I'm closed Sundays anyways. Or do you want to get rid of me too?"
The perfect soldier barely hid the glint of anger in his eyes but was unable to completely stop his brow from furrowing in hurt.
"Actually," he began with some frost in his voice. "The guys and I were going to hit up Donnies and play. We needed a vocalist tonight."