One Quiet Night

I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling with many thoughts rushing through my bewildered mind. In the other bed across from me I could hear the deep breathing of sleep coming from my roommate. I smirked a little, so he could be human at times. Guess sleep is something we all need even if we’re ‘more than human’ – like my roommate there.

Ah… Heero. Interesting character really. I still haven’t been able to figure him out fully, but then again I suppose I never will. He’s the type to keep to himself, not let anyone hurt him. Maybe I should follow his example.

I snorted lightly at the thought and turned my gaze out the moonlit window. The night was so peaceful, seemingly oblivious to the war that was still raging on. The other bed creaked under movement and I looked over to find Heero sitting up and staring at me, his piercing cobalt blue eyes apparent even in the dark.

“Why are you up?” he asked in a monotone that revealed no emotion.

I rolled on my side and returned his gaze, “Probably same reason you are.” He snorted lightly, repositioning the blankets about his body. It was strange that every time I looked at him my heart began to quicken, my breath caught in my throat… and… oh what was I thinking? Heero didn’t even understand regular love, what would he be doing with someone like me? What was I doing? Who knows, I never do.

Minutes of silence dragged by and I was still staring at his outlined form in the dark. I could imagine the feel of his hair and skin beneath my fingertips, it was eerie. Suddenly I found myself resisting the urge to find his lips. Amazingly enough, I didn’t have to stop myself because Heero provided I nice distraction. Well, sort of. “What is it?” he asked curtly, sitting up again and glaring at me.

“I dunno,” I smiled one of my best smiles. If in doubt- smile! Well, it’s sort of a motto. I never had any other better ideas so why not just stick with it? Sometimes that smile would unnerve the enemy. Like it would unnerve Heero. Uh-huh. Yeah, right. When hell freezes over. He was looking quite ticked at me, jeez… wonder why. Maybe because I was still staring at him with a ridiculous grin on my face? Nah.

“Duo,” he startled me out of my little chat with myself. I looked him in the eyes and found just a flicker of emotion before it escaped. “Would you at least try and go to sleep? You’re getting on my nerves!”

“And when haven’t I?” I replied, grinning the whole while. I leaned back, however, turning my gaze to the ceiling again. There was no reply and I heard him shifting again. Once he was again breathing deeply I turned to watch him. Beautiful Angel. That’s the only thought that came to my mind. Mind you not the perfect angel, he had blood on his hands – as did we all. But he was an angel never the less. My angel or so I wished. I sighed and lay on my side to gaze at him. If I wasn’t going to fall asleep I might as well have something – or rather someone – to look at.

‘I wonder if you’ll ever know what I feel. We have a shaky friendship as it is, ne? I’ll be careful, but no matter what I won’t leave you alone to fight.’ I watched the blankets rise and fall in time to his breathing and it entranced me. I could feel myself out of awareness and into a dazed sleep. ‘Oyasuminasai, Heero.’