Hello, everyone! I am SO SORRY that it took so long to get this bitch out. I'm not really in a great mood, which makes Kanashii have more control, but I tried to rein her in a bit. Terll me if this goes too fast, okay? I'm worried that I had it go far too fast.
The reason for the delay is my computer. DAMN COMPUTER!!! It freezes on me whenever I try to go onto the Internet, so I'm gonna keep trying to get on here until I can get this baby sent. I don't know how long that's going to take, but I hope not long. I have a three-day weekend, and I want to spend it writing. Again, I am SO SORRY. Thank you for your patience.
*Warning* - There are hints at a couple of dirty thoughts, along with angst and cursing. Cursing? Me?! Never! (Yeah, right.)
Disclaimer - The G-boys are not mine, though I curse the heavens every day for that reason. (Not really, because God would come down and kill me just to shut me up.) Besides, if I really owned it, Relena would have died a slow, painful, bloody, humiliating death, like being eaten by head lice. Thank you.
Footsteps
Chapter 4
"Stand your ground, Yuy," he told himself, looking up from Quatre's directions to the house in front of him. He could see it clearly even though it was night.
He was in there. He didn't need the car in the driveway to know that he was in there. He could feel it in his gut. Heero surveyed the structure. It seemed to be one-story, and from the looks of it, the living room was in the front. It was a rancher, with hardly any yard and. . . a dog. It was the cutest creature he had ever seen. It was a golden retriever, and looked about 1 or 2 in age. It looked at him and seemed to smile. It was suspiciously silent.
Heero again looked out at the house. He had thought that Duo was working with Hilde in a salvage yard on L2, but he had come back to earth after a fight with said woman. Quatre hadn't given him the details, and he felt it wasn't in his right to ask. It was Duo's business, and Duo should be the one to tell him.
He took a step closer to the door, then another. Three, four. . . he stopped counting with a jolt as the dog began barking up a storm. It strained on its leash and yapped for all it was worth. Obviously, Duo had taught the thing to only bark if someone came onto their territory.
And then the door opened, and Heero's breath froze. Duo had come out with only jeans on, his hair still up in that ever-present braid. It slid over his shoulder and loose strands curled around his breast, with was finely toned and hard as a rock. His nipples were erect in the cold night air, and his hair shone in the moonlight. His violet eyes caught on the figure of him standing there and froze.
Heero fell entranced by those eyes. He had always tried to NOT look into them during the war; they were just so beautiful and rapturing. He couldn't stop himself. Any part of himself.
It came as no surprise when he felt the force of his needs.
Duo kept staring at him for a long time before saying only, "Heero." When Heero nodded, he again stopped and stared. Heero was dying to know what Duo was thinking. He was shocked, that was for certain. Was it a good shock, or a bad one? Heero took a step forward, and the dog began barking again. A light came on from the neighbor's house.
"H-Hero, shut up."
The dog quieted immediately.
Heero looked at the dog now in a different light. Duo had named it Hero. Or was it Heero? Was it named after him?
He took another cautious step forward, but Duo's dog didn't utter another sound. He trained his eyes on the frozen Duo and made his way to the porch. From there he gazed into Duo's eyes, which were in turn locked on his. "Duo, I-"
"Heero," he said, and his eyes were now both sad and guarded. "I don't want to fight anymore. Take whatever suicide mission you're on now and shove it."
Heero visibly flinched. Yes, it was true. Heero would sometimes go to Duo and ask for help with Preventer's missions, usually ones that either had a helluva lot of hacking or. . . or one that needed him as a hooker. Duo had taken the hooker one just two weeks after the war ended, which was three days after the end of a hacking mission. He had run off to Hilde then. Heero hadn't seen him since.
"I'm sorry I made you do that, Duo."
Duo's eyes widened then, and Heero could read the emotions. Disbelief, acceptance, and. . . and a strange sort of hope.
"But it had been necessary for the peace."
Where the fuck had THAT come from?! Shit! He saw Duo's eyes show a sting, a sort of undeniable hurt, and then were blank. Heero had never seen them that way before. In no time at all, though, they showed that stupid grin and his mouth quirked sideways. "Yeah, it would've been hilarious seeing you trying to shoot someone with some clingy lingerie, though, Hee-chan."
Duo always said that name to aggravate him, but it did just the opposite, which is why Duo thought it never worked. Heero couldn't help but think of it as some sort of endearment, and he loved it.
And the thought of Duo in clingy lingerie was enough to have his mind reeling. Which id why Heero refused to look at Duo that one mission. Seeing him in hooker's clothes for even a nanosecond would have fueled his dreams for a millennium, and his not-too-wild imagination was already painting in some very vivid pictures, thanks so much.
Duo cleared his throat, and Heero realized that he'd been silent since Duo made that sarcastic comment.
"Look, Duo," he sighed, "we need to talk."
Duo's eyes widened a hair's breath. "A-About what?"
Heero focused his attention on reading the boy's eyes, and saw a sense of fear and foreboding within them. That confused him. Was it something he said? He tried again. "About. . . things." He looked around. "I don't want to discuss it out here."
That somehow worried the braided teen more. "Discuss what, Heero? Gimme something vague," he added when Heero gave him a pointed look.
"You."
Heero could see the boy's skin crawl, and wondered over it. Then, "did you speak with Quatre?"
Heero nodded. "How else would I get your address?"
"Hack," Duo said immediately, making Heero frown.
"I wouldn't hack into your private files."
Duo barked a sharp laugh at that. "Not even if I were a threat to the whole Earth Sphere?"
"No," Heero said, surprising himself. He was amazed enough that he had said it, but stunned even more with the fact that he meant it. It was a daunting concept.
Duo gazed deeply into his eyes then, and Heero saw him flounder. "So, you wanted to talk to me before you hooked up with Quatre?"
Heero nodded.
"About what?" Then he caught himself and grinned. "Sorry." Then his grin disappeared again. "Was it just to apologize?"
"No." Heero realized that he was being short with Duo and sighed. "But I also wanted to do that."
"Uh-huh." Duo peered at him again. "Is it important?"
"Yes," he answered immediately. "I can't wait any longer."
"Oh?" Duo leaned against the porch railing, quirking an eyebrow at Heero. What a sight he made, him leaning provocatively on the bars as his muscles rippled over a smooth expanse of slightly tanned skin. Heero found himself staring and looked away, feeling a familiar discomfort. "And what might that be?"
What might what be?
Heero mentally hit himself. He was acting like a rookie on the battle field. Shit, he was a rookie on this particular ground. Was he really ready for this? Oh, hell. He looked around, seeing that the light from the neighbor's was off. That didn't mean that they were asleep, but it was more possible than if they still had that godforsaken light on. He turned back to Duo. "I don't know how to say this."
That seemed to snap Duo out of his cocky reverie. He straightened from his spot on the railing and stared down at him. "Heero?"
He again sighed agitatedly, running a hand through his unruly bangs. "I. . . I don't want to leave you." He shot a quick glance at Duo's flabbergasted face before continuing. "I didn't know what to think of you during the war. You were always goofing off or smiling or generally being anything but the warrior that Doctor J always described to me. I couldn't understand how you had become a gundam pilot. I thought you were weak and helpless. And so I was rude to you. I'm sorry." He blew out a breath, but continued before Duo could say anything. "I ignored you and yelled at you and teased you mercilessly. And then, after the war, I realized that I couldn't stand NOT having you talking as I worked, or joking around as I ate, or picking intellectual fights with me. I. . . I missed you. I don't want to be away from you."
Duo made a small squeak, but Heero stopped him from speaking again. He had to get it all out now, dammit. Or he wouldn't ever be able to. "Then I saw you again during that Marimaia incident and. . . I was so. . . calm. Peaceful." He blew out another breath. "I was happy. And then I was left alone again." He shuddered in remembered pain. "I don't want to go through that again, Duo. I don't think I can." For the first time since he started, he made himself really look at Duo. He was stock still and looked like he'd been frozen in place. He didn't even seem to be breathing. Then a look passed over his face that made Heero want to cry.
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A/N: Not one of my best endings, but I wanted to try to get this out. Did it work?! It better have. Anyway, if you are able to read this, please review. I could use all the help I could get against this little bitch. *Smacks computer* Thanx!!!
The reason for the delay is my computer. DAMN COMPUTER!!! It freezes on me whenever I try to go onto the Internet, so I'm gonna keep trying to get on here until I can get this baby sent. I don't know how long that's going to take, but I hope not long. I have a three-day weekend, and I want to spend it writing. Again, I am SO SORRY. Thank you for your patience.
*Warning* - There are hints at a couple of dirty thoughts, along with angst and cursing. Cursing? Me?! Never! (Yeah, right.)
Disclaimer - The G-boys are not mine, though I curse the heavens every day for that reason. (Not really, because God would come down and kill me just to shut me up.) Besides, if I really owned it, Relena would have died a slow, painful, bloody, humiliating death, like being eaten by head lice. Thank you.
Footsteps
Chapter 4
"Stand your ground, Yuy," he told himself, looking up from Quatre's directions to the house in front of him. He could see it clearly even though it was night.
He was in there. He didn't need the car in the driveway to know that he was in there. He could feel it in his gut. Heero surveyed the structure. It seemed to be one-story, and from the looks of it, the living room was in the front. It was a rancher, with hardly any yard and. . . a dog. It was the cutest creature he had ever seen. It was a golden retriever, and looked about 1 or 2 in age. It looked at him and seemed to smile. It was suspiciously silent.
Heero again looked out at the house. He had thought that Duo was working with Hilde in a salvage yard on L2, but he had come back to earth after a fight with said woman. Quatre hadn't given him the details, and he felt it wasn't in his right to ask. It was Duo's business, and Duo should be the one to tell him.
He took a step closer to the door, then another. Three, four. . . he stopped counting with a jolt as the dog began barking up a storm. It strained on its leash and yapped for all it was worth. Obviously, Duo had taught the thing to only bark if someone came onto their territory.
And then the door opened, and Heero's breath froze. Duo had come out with only jeans on, his hair still up in that ever-present braid. It slid over his shoulder and loose strands curled around his breast, with was finely toned and hard as a rock. His nipples were erect in the cold night air, and his hair shone in the moonlight. His violet eyes caught on the figure of him standing there and froze.
Heero fell entranced by those eyes. He had always tried to NOT look into them during the war; they were just so beautiful and rapturing. He couldn't stop himself. Any part of himself.
It came as no surprise when he felt the force of his needs.
Duo kept staring at him for a long time before saying only, "Heero." When Heero nodded, he again stopped and stared. Heero was dying to know what Duo was thinking. He was shocked, that was for certain. Was it a good shock, or a bad one? Heero took a step forward, and the dog began barking again. A light came on from the neighbor's house.
"H-Hero, shut up."
The dog quieted immediately.
Heero looked at the dog now in a different light. Duo had named it Hero. Or was it Heero? Was it named after him?
He took another cautious step forward, but Duo's dog didn't utter another sound. He trained his eyes on the frozen Duo and made his way to the porch. From there he gazed into Duo's eyes, which were in turn locked on his. "Duo, I-"
"Heero," he said, and his eyes were now both sad and guarded. "I don't want to fight anymore. Take whatever suicide mission you're on now and shove it."
Heero visibly flinched. Yes, it was true. Heero would sometimes go to Duo and ask for help with Preventer's missions, usually ones that either had a helluva lot of hacking or. . . or one that needed him as a hooker. Duo had taken the hooker one just two weeks after the war ended, which was three days after the end of a hacking mission. He had run off to Hilde then. Heero hadn't seen him since.
"I'm sorry I made you do that, Duo."
Duo's eyes widened then, and Heero could read the emotions. Disbelief, acceptance, and. . . and a strange sort of hope.
"But it had been necessary for the peace."
Where the fuck had THAT come from?! Shit! He saw Duo's eyes show a sting, a sort of undeniable hurt, and then were blank. Heero had never seen them that way before. In no time at all, though, they showed that stupid grin and his mouth quirked sideways. "Yeah, it would've been hilarious seeing you trying to shoot someone with some clingy lingerie, though, Hee-chan."
Duo always said that name to aggravate him, but it did just the opposite, which is why Duo thought it never worked. Heero couldn't help but think of it as some sort of endearment, and he loved it.
And the thought of Duo in clingy lingerie was enough to have his mind reeling. Which id why Heero refused to look at Duo that one mission. Seeing him in hooker's clothes for even a nanosecond would have fueled his dreams for a millennium, and his not-too-wild imagination was already painting in some very vivid pictures, thanks so much.
Duo cleared his throat, and Heero realized that he'd been silent since Duo made that sarcastic comment.
"Look, Duo," he sighed, "we need to talk."
Duo's eyes widened a hair's breath. "A-About what?"
Heero focused his attention on reading the boy's eyes, and saw a sense of fear and foreboding within them. That confused him. Was it something he said? He tried again. "About. . . things." He looked around. "I don't want to discuss it out here."
That somehow worried the braided teen more. "Discuss what, Heero? Gimme something vague," he added when Heero gave him a pointed look.
"You."
Heero could see the boy's skin crawl, and wondered over it. Then, "did you speak with Quatre?"
Heero nodded. "How else would I get your address?"
"Hack," Duo said immediately, making Heero frown.
"I wouldn't hack into your private files."
Duo barked a sharp laugh at that. "Not even if I were a threat to the whole Earth Sphere?"
"No," Heero said, surprising himself. He was amazed enough that he had said it, but stunned even more with the fact that he meant it. It was a daunting concept.
Duo gazed deeply into his eyes then, and Heero saw him flounder. "So, you wanted to talk to me before you hooked up with Quatre?"
Heero nodded.
"About what?" Then he caught himself and grinned. "Sorry." Then his grin disappeared again. "Was it just to apologize?"
"No." Heero realized that he was being short with Duo and sighed. "But I also wanted to do that."
"Uh-huh." Duo peered at him again. "Is it important?"
"Yes," he answered immediately. "I can't wait any longer."
"Oh?" Duo leaned against the porch railing, quirking an eyebrow at Heero. What a sight he made, him leaning provocatively on the bars as his muscles rippled over a smooth expanse of slightly tanned skin. Heero found himself staring and looked away, feeling a familiar discomfort. "And what might that be?"
What might what be?
Heero mentally hit himself. He was acting like a rookie on the battle field. Shit, he was a rookie on this particular ground. Was he really ready for this? Oh, hell. He looked around, seeing that the light from the neighbor's was off. That didn't mean that they were asleep, but it was more possible than if they still had that godforsaken light on. He turned back to Duo. "I don't know how to say this."
That seemed to snap Duo out of his cocky reverie. He straightened from his spot on the railing and stared down at him. "Heero?"
He again sighed agitatedly, running a hand through his unruly bangs. "I. . . I don't want to leave you." He shot a quick glance at Duo's flabbergasted face before continuing. "I didn't know what to think of you during the war. You were always goofing off or smiling or generally being anything but the warrior that Doctor J always described to me. I couldn't understand how you had become a gundam pilot. I thought you were weak and helpless. And so I was rude to you. I'm sorry." He blew out a breath, but continued before Duo could say anything. "I ignored you and yelled at you and teased you mercilessly. And then, after the war, I realized that I couldn't stand NOT having you talking as I worked, or joking around as I ate, or picking intellectual fights with me. I. . . I missed you. I don't want to be away from you."
Duo made a small squeak, but Heero stopped him from speaking again. He had to get it all out now, dammit. Or he wouldn't ever be able to. "Then I saw you again during that Marimaia incident and. . . I was so. . . calm. Peaceful." He blew out another breath. "I was happy. And then I was left alone again." He shuddered in remembered pain. "I don't want to go through that again, Duo. I don't think I can." For the first time since he started, he made himself really look at Duo. He was stock still and looked like he'd been frozen in place. He didn't even seem to be breathing. Then a look passed over his face that made Heero want to cry.
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A/N: Not one of my best endings, but I wanted to try to get this out. Did it work?! It better have. Anyway, if you are able to read this, please review. I could use all the help I could get against this little bitch. *Smacks computer* Thanx!!!
