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*Present
Dull violet eyes studied a tall slender figure crumple to the cold concrete. The figure trembled in the midst of the dark alley. It would seem the person felt that no one was around and that he was alone. Peering around the building, Duo sighed softly so as not to disturb the other. In silence he moved his body back around the building and out of view of the other person. His black clad body pressed rigidly to the wall. /I wonder why he is here. / The pilot 02 pursed his lips together in a tight line. /He just wandered away from us for no apparent reason. / The braided youth replayed the evenings events once more in his mind, in hopes of finding some logical reason for the unexpected occurrence.
*Past
Four of the five pilots sat quietly in the bare living room of the current safe house. Except, of course, for Duo whom was laughing loudly as he fidgeted with a hand held video game. Trowa sat stoically on the couch with his eyes closed. Wufei sat cross-legged near the fire place meditating. Heero, as usual, sat in front of his laptop tapping away at the keys. A loud groan echoed from Wufei’s throat. “Maxwell, you baka!” The ebony eyes flared angrily at the boy in black laughing obnoxiously. “Can’t you be quiet just for a short period of time?!” The chestnut head paused to watch the dark head turn away in anger.
“Chill out Wu-man.” Duo laughed again tauntingly. “You need to lighten up.” Duo’s eyes caught the flicker of emerald that peered at him through reddish brown hair. Tilting his head to the side, he looked to the couch to see pilot 03. Before Duo could make eye contact the quiet boy withdrew his gaze and once more closed his eyes. Duo’s violet orbs hung on him a while before he pried them away. Shrugging, he returned to his game. When the atmosphere had returned to its previous state, the door flew open.
In a flurry of light pink, purple, and khaki, the flustered Sandrock pilot stumbled in. Everyone, excluding Heero, turned their attention to the Arabian blonde. His eyes were full of tears. In response to the shock, Duo jumped to his feet allowing the game to clatter to the floor. At this movement, Quatre threw himself against him, wrapping his arms about his waist. “Duo-kun! It was horrible!” Quatre whimpered as he pressed against the flustered Shinigami.
Instantly Duo threw his gaze around the room to his captive audience. All eyes were on them, this time including Heero. For some reason he saw anger mixed with some other emotion in the eyes of the two quiet pilots Heero and Trowa. It puzzled him. In an attempt to comfort the small boy, Duo patted his head with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other. “What’s up Q-chan?”
“I was on my mission to destroy one of the Oz bases, but after I had completed it, I realized that I killed civilians as well. It didn’t say in the mission report that innocent people would be there!” Quatre raised his aqua eyes to Duo then to the others in the room. “I killed innocent people...” the aqua eyes shot back to Duo.
“Hn.” Heero turned violently back to his laptop. “Deal with it Quatre. It happens.”
Duo looked at Heero. He cocked an eyebrow at the display he just made. /What’s his problem? Even he isn’t usually that cold. / As he lowered his gaze he caught sight of Trowa whose eyes seemed only slits. He almost thought that just maybe, Trowa was making himself keep from looking away. “Don’t worry Q-man. Things like this just happen. You can’t help it.” Duo smiled nervously down at the blonde as he tugged at his clerical collar. Quatre began to calm down, but still clung to the DeathScythe Hell pilot.
“Arigato Duo-kun.” Quatre sighed as he kept his arms about the boy’s slender waist, blonde head pressed firmly to his chest. Duo sighed heavily just as he heard the door slam once more. Amaryllis eyes scanned the room to see who left. “Where did Trowa run off to?” Quatre inquired softly as he finally let go of Duo.
Duo straightened himself as he heard the front door close. /Wonder why he ran off. / Duo choked. /Did the events upset him? Did I do something wrong? / He sauntered wearily toward the door. He felt drained after the events that just occurred, but he still wished to go after Trowa. He felt something almost like worry arise in him. He shivered, he admired Quatre and all, he was a good friend, but he was just that, a good friend. “I’m gonna find out why Trowa ran off.” before he rushed out the door he saw Quatre drop onto the couch and Heero rise slowly to walk over to him cautiously. He grasped the knob to the front door and noticed that his palm was sweating. /Why am I so worried about him? / Trowa had been acting very strangely around young Maxwell, always throwing glances of a type of admiration for the braided pilot when he thought no one else was looking. It was only coincidence that Duo caught it now and then. He shook slightly. / I’m just imagining things. I know that he likes Quatre. He’s probably pissed that Quatre ran to me instead of him. / He gulped hard. / And here I am running to see him. I’m nuts! But... I feel like I have to make sure he’s all right. / He began to slow his grueling pace as he saw that his friend had turned into a dark alleyway just ahead of him.
*Present
Duo clenched his fist and bit it hard trying to make himself come out of his deep thoughts. “Itai!” he muttered softly after noticing that he had bitten pretty hard. He paused as he heard the sound of sobbing. “Trowa?” he poked his head around the building stealthily again. He saw the tall Heavy Arms pilot sitting in the fetal position. He saw him shiver violently as the sobs wracked his body.
“Why do you have to do this to yourself?” Trowa breathed just loud enough for Duo’s keen ears to pick up. “He doesn’t care whether you are even breathing or not.” the head raised with the ever-present bang hanging over one eye. “Stop pretending. You’re just the stoic soldier. You’re not suppose to have feelings.”
Duo stepped out into the alley hanging in the shadows as Trowa dropped his head again. /Are you crazy Duo? He probably would rather not see you here. / But still he pressed forward. / Why do I feel like I want to run up to him and hold him? / He stopped next to the 03 pilot then placed a hand timidly on his shoulder. “Trowa-kun?”
Trowa’s head shot up with graceful motions. “Nani?” His gaze went over the hand then up the black clothed arm and into the violet sparkling eyes of Duo Maxwell. “Duo...”
“Um... you probably don’t want me here... do you?”
“No...” Trowa paused. “I mean... it’s ok... you can stay...” his words came out slowly as if he were struggling for control of his emotions. Duo sat beside the boy very closely, rubbing his body against his. Trowa shivered at the touch. Emerald eyes raised once more to look into Duo’s eyes. “Why did you come? Weren’t you trying to comfort Quatre?”
Duo swallowed hard. “Well, Heero decided to try and attempt and help him I suppose...” Duo tried to look casual “Actually I left cause I was worried about you.” He smiled awkwardly “Guess I sound silly huh?”
Trowa looked at him, his gaze transfixed on the other pilot. “No.... no it doesn’t.” Duo’s eyes lit up. “It’s only a bit... bit surprising.”
Duo lifted a hand to run his fingers through Trowa’s bangs. “You have gorgeous hair you know.” he grinned warmly into the amazed green eyes. They widened slowly then began to water. Trowa blinked slowly willing the tears away.
“Look who’s talking.” Duo instinctively reached back to tug at the long chestnut braid. He laughed softly. “May I?” Duo looked stunned.
“What? Touch my hair?” Duo’s most prized possession was that braid. He clenched it tightly then smiled a smile that filled his entire face. “Ofcourse.”
Slightly stunned at the allowance, Trowa reached out and ran his fingers down the fine braid. It slipped through his fingers in water like fluidness. He smiled back, surprising even himself. “Duo...” he choked off.
“What is it Trowa-kun?” Duo’s eyes sparkled in the solitaire dim street light.
“Do you....” he stopped once more, and dropped his gaze. He closed his eyes and quivered. A hand slid through his hair again then reset on his cheek. He looked up at the preacher like pilot in a bit of shock.
“Ask me anything.”
“Do you like Quatre?”
“Nope. He’s just a good friend.” he leaned back against the wall. He almost seemed a little upset about the question. He closed his violet eyes. / He does like Quatre... I knew it... now look whose being foolish. /
Trowa smiled then brushed his fingers timidly over Duo’s cheek. “That... that could be good for me...” Duo looked at him curiously. Trowa now breathed in deeply then leaned toward the other boy sliding his lips over his softly for a brief moment.
“I... I... yes... it could.” Duo gasped in surprise. “You mean you don’t like Quatre?”
“What gave you that idea?”
“Um... well...” he was cut off as Trowa pressed his lips solidly against his in a passionate kiss. Eyes widening a second, he realized what was happening. /Oh yes! / He kissed back allowing passage into his mouth. When Trowa finally pulled away, Duo gasped in almost sheer agony. “Trowa....”
A silent smile spread across his features as he began to stand up. Bending down, he scooped up the angel of death into his arms and began to walk home, holding him tightly.
“You feel so warm.” he purred against the tall pilot’s chest “Hey Trowa...” Inquiring eyes looked down upon him “Can I keep you?” The grin spread over his face.
He laughed almost soundlessly “Only if I can keep you.”
~ Owari ~
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