Secrets Untold
By: Cryn
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam Wing guys. So sorry, I might share if I did, Nah .
Quick note: I fixed my ellipsis problem. There were a lot of parts in the first two chapters that weren't supposed to be periods, but pauses. It's fixed now though. XD
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Duo had carried the sleeping Quatre in and left their things in the car. Sure enough when he got back to the house the phone rang. Quatre was on the couch and Duo looked at the caller ID. He sighed with relief. It wasn't Trowa. Quatre stirred again.
"Duo. . .?" He suddenly remembered, "Where are we?"
"We're at Heero's and my house. . ." Duo smiled, looking back at him, "Only getting a nap and some things before leaving again though."
"Oh. . ." Quatre yawned and stretched, sitting up. "How long have you been driving?"
"About five hours. . . I'm kinda tired and it's only two in the afternoon. . . do you mind if I crash for a bit?" Duo asked, yawning himself.
"I'm not tired, but you can sleep." Quatre responded, looking around the living room.
For being Duo's home, it was incredibly neat. The Television was perched on the far wall in a kind of old looking entertainment center. Movies lined the shelves and the shelf above the TV held a DVD player and a VCR. The couch that Quatre sat on was not against the back wall, but a few feet from it creating a small, hall like walkway. On the left was a recliner with an end table; remotes to the TV, VCR, and DVD player sat upon it. On the far wall, a thin rectangular table with pictures in silver frames. Hung on the walls were more pictures, no doubt for Duo's sake. He had never liked anything to be just plain; he always needed something to look at. Most of the pictures showed lovely places, ocean lined beaches and beautiful sunny skies; Duo's own little paradise under glass.
'Cozy.' Quatre thought to himself.
Duo grinned at Quatre and sat on the couch next to him. Heero never did want a lot of space and wouldn't spend the money on a real house. The apartment had a small living room with no windows. The kitchen was a straight walk in from the door and held the round dining table. A hallway to the right that broke the two to lead to a bathroom and two rooms, one was a study, the other the bedroom. Duo arose from his seat and walked down the hall to grab a pillow out of the bedroom. He pulled the pillowcase from it and put a new one on it. . . one that didn't smell like Heero.
"There should be some instant flavored noodles in the pantry by the fridge. The pots and pans are in the cupboard under the microwave." Duo stated as he yawned again, returning to the living room.
Throwing the flannel blanket to the end of the couch, he placed the pillow on his end. Lying down on his stomach, he stretched one of his legs off the side, shaking it gently.
"Wake me up around 4, ok Q?" He mumbled into the pillow.
"Sure thing Duo, no problem." Quatre replied, opening the pantry.
He quickly found the packets of noodles like Duo said there'd be. Reaching into the little cupboard, he found a pot just the right size for the noodles. Placing the pan of warm water on the stove, he began to heat it to a boil. While waiting, he paced the kitchen, into the living room where Duo was now fast asleep and back through the kitchen. It came to a boil and he plopped the noodles in, letting them cook. Watching the foaming concoction, he thought deeply.
'Trowa, I love you so much, but you hurt me too often.' His eyes glazed over in deep thought, stared at the swirling bubbles. 'Oh god, what am I doing? I love him! Why did I leave him behind? Duo, what are you trying to pull. . .? We need to go back, we could get a mission. Oh god, I'm so confused. Why is Duo so concerned? What was he trying to say that night before Trowa showed up? . . . For that matter, why do I care?'
He didn't notice as the bubbles started to spill over the pot. It ran over the stove and fell onto his foot, soaking through his sock and scalding him.
"Ah, son of a-" He cried out and turned off the heat as more liquid spilled over.
He sat at the table and cradled his foot, pulling the sock gently from his toes. Blowing on his burn, he whimpered to himself.
"Q, everything all right man?" Duo muffled his voice with the pillow.
"Uh, do you have any burn cream?"
Duo nodded a reply and got off the couch with a heavy sigh.
"No!" Quatre started, "I didn't meant you had to get up. . ."
"Don't worry Q, I got it." Duo said, his silent steps taking him down the hall towards the bathroom.
'So graceful, like Trowa is. Silent and beautiful. . .' Quatre thought, reminded of his lover's absence.
Duo returned in the same fashion in which he left, quietly. He was trying not to aggravate the pounding headache he had received after he laid down on the couch. Motioning for Quat to join him on the couch again, he opened the bottle of cool, creamy burn soother.
"Let me see." He said softly.
Quatre pulled his foot up onto the couch and pointed out the ugly, red burn marks. They were splattered over the top, like water, and Duo looked confused.
"The pot bubbled over while I wasn't looking." Quatre explained.
"Oh. . . I see." Duo said, giving a little smirk, "Shouldn't be so careless Q-"
Quatre flinched from the coolness of the cream and Duo chuckled, "Little cold?"
"Just a bit." He blushed back.
Duo looked at Quatre, he stared into his eyes which were cast downward at his foot. He looked back down at his friend's burned extremity and gently rubbed the cream over it. Being very gentle, he massaged the bottom of his foot as he was rubbing the top.
"I brought some gauze too, Q." Duo informed him, looking Quatre in the eye. "W. . .We can wrap it up to keep it clean if you'd like?"
"Sure, you c-"
Quatre was cut off as Duo closed the distance between them, covering the blonde's mouth with his own.
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[1]: I told you it would get a little fluffy. .
[2]: As always, please R&R.