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*Present
Heero stood motionless behind the small Arabian boy. He motioned to reach out to him and touch him, but withdrew. /Why did I treat him so coldly like that? / His brow furrowed. He lowered his head and stared at the few feet of floor between him and the blonde. / Why do I turn so soft everytime he looks at me or talk to me? What hold does he have over me. /
Quatre sighed heavily and wrapped his thin arms about himself. He shivered slightly at the thought of what just happened. / I suppose I shouldn’t have thrown myself at Duo like that. I just needed someone to hold me and help me. He just happened to be the first to stand up when I came in. / He held his breath. /Then Trowa runs off and Duo takes the first chance he gets to leave. I probably made him think I liked him. / Quatre closed his aquamarine eyes and dropped his hands in his head. The thing that hurt the most now was the memory of how Heero bit his head off. /Why does it hurt so much when I think about what Heero said? / With this in mind Quatre ran out of the room and to his quarters leaving the door ajar.
Slowly, Heero made his way to the room in which Quatre fled. / He must really be shaken up. / He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. / I just know that I didn’t help matters. / Holding his breath he pushed the door open slightly replaying the events in his mind.
*Past
Quatre flew into the room in a blur of various colors. His distraught eyes searching the room. His eyes first fell on Heero, who obviously was too enthralled in his laptop to notice the small boy. Then Quatre’s eyes caught Duo standing up. Instantly he ran and threw himself into the priest like boy’s arms. He cried uncontrollably, which caused Heero to finally notice what was going on. In mechanical motions, he turned to see what the commotion was about. He froze instantly when his eyes fell upon the blonde embracing the DeathScythe Hell pilot. Heero watched the Sandrock pilot cling to the braided boy with a rising heat in his cheeks. /What the hell is he thinking? / Clenching his teeth he listened to what was being said.
“I killed innocent people!” Quatre whimpered, causing Heero to flinch. He watched Duo’s hand touch the soft blonde hair, which caused him to grit his teeth tightly together.
“Deal with it Quatre. It happens.” Heero snapped angrily as he turned away quickly to throw himself back into his laptop. /Now why did I do that? / He began to type again trying his best to not listen to the two boys in the background. Just then he heard the slamming of the door. His head turned to look at who ran out, only to see Trowa missing, and a very uncomfortable and distraught Duo. /Serves him right... / Heero paused during his train of thought and bit his tongue. / I’m really getting worked up over nothing. /
“I gonna go after Trowa!” He heard Duo’s voice echo in his head as he came back to the present time and situation. He looked at Quatre whom collapsed onto the couch like a rag doll. He shivered in regret for his actions. Standing up he moved quietly to stand behind him. With that he heard the door close again as Duo disappeared into the night.
*Present
Timidly Heero took small steps toward the fragile frame that was sprawled over the bed. “Why do I always screw things up?” he heard Quatre’s soft voice scolding himself. He stopped beside the bed and looked upon the angelic figure listening to his sorrowful voice. “First, I end up killing innocent people... then I make Duo uncomfortable... then I upset Trowa some how... and to top it off... I pissed Heero off....” Sobs wracked the frail body causing Heero to tremble in an unexpected way.
/He’s really strung out... But what do I know about opening up to people? I’m the perfect soldier. / he was now in a daze forgetting the here and now. /I want to be the one that he runs to... Where did that come from? / He was becoming more puzzled by the moment. / What good is the perfect soldier to someone like Quatre Winner? / He closed his eyes as they began to burn. / Why am I thinking this way? /
“Heero...?” The small voice invaded his senses and caused him to jerk back into the world out of his thoughts. The aqua eyes, misty from tears, seemed to be searching Heero’s cobalt eyes for something.
“Quatre...” Heero paused and then sat down on the corner of the bed facing away from the blonde boy. “Are you ok?” He felt very awkward and fought with himself to keep from fidgeting like Duo would when he was nervous.
Quatre stared at him in complete shock. “Heero... I...” He moved closer and placed a creamy white hand on the strong shoulder. “I’ll be ok... I think...”
Heero turned to look at the pale angel. He seemed to glow in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Heero began to tremble. /Baka! What are you doing?/
“Heero... you’re...”
“I’m fine...” the perfect soldier cut him off. “Quatre...” Heero paused and noticed he was holding his breath. /What am I doing? / “I want to open up to you...”
“Hee... Heero... do you mean that?” Quatre felt his eyes mist again, but for a different reason other than grief.
“I... I... just don’t know how...” Heero swallowed as if there was a rock in his throat. /Are you sure you want to be doing this Yuy? /
“I’ll help you...” Quatre trembled in excitement as he studied the rigid soldier.
“Quatre...” he blinked and turned to face him completely “I’m... I’m sorry for being cold to you earlier. I just...” he stopped and studied the angel. Reaching out, he softly touched a lock of his platinum blonde hair. It felt like that of fine silk. “Do... do you like Duo? If you do... I’ll leave...”
Quatre giggled a little. “No, I don’t Heero. I just had an overload of emotions and needed an outlet. Duo is a good friend that I admire for his positive attitude.” Quatre tilted his head to the side. “I guess it sorta looked otherwise, huh?” He tousled Heero’s disheveled brown hair.
A smile graced Heero’s rough features, causing them to soften slightly. / What is this feeling? I am happy that he doesn’t like Duo like that... But I don’t like Duo like that either... Then... these feelings mean that... /
“Heero... Do you like him that way?” Quatre seemed very nervous and his words came out with much difficulty.
“No...”
“Heero...” Quatre began but Heero interjected by pressing his lips to his. Instantly Quatre wrapped his arms about Heero’s waist gently. Pressing on, he deepened the kiss, which caused Heero to show some surprise.
Quatre withdrew a bit and smiled his elegant smile. “You’re so amazing Heero.”
Heero smiled as he brushed his rough fingers softly over the velvet like cheek. “How so I open up to you?”
Quatre laughed softly as he leaned closer to Heero’s ear to whisper “Believe in me... I’ll do my best to show you...” his warm breath flooded over Heero’s skin causing him to tremble. With this in mind, Quatre pressed his lips to the pilot 01’s for a passionate kiss.
~ Owari ~
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