I do not own these puppets.
I lie awake and listen to his breath in the night. Inhale, exhale, sigh, turn over. It's a pattern unique to every man's love.
Why can't you just trust me? You said you'd trust me with your life, gave your death to me, even. 'It is my destiny to be killed by you.' Feh. You're so melodramatic.
I think I've known since that first day on the dock. There was something about you, some kind of lazy grace to your stride. I knew there was a feeling that didn't match up about you, something that just didn't make any fucking sense.
The pieces started to fall together slowly, so slowly. I was determined to get inside your head. I interjected myself into a little experiment, pretended to be you on Earth. I socialized, I even had a kind of girlfriend for a while.
I won't ever forget what happened that first day, though, before I'd made my greeting speech, even. I was walking down that lonely hallway; all the other students were already in the amphitheater, waiting for me.
Except for one. He was a tall, strong brute, and he slammed me against the lockers and was about to cop a feel when I kicked him so hard he could have sung soprano in an opera house after.
It didn't occur to me that he thought I was a girl. I don't *look* like a girl.
But then, my Duo no baka, you don't either.
And then later, I was watching Relena run. I won't pretend to understand her, won't try to. But there was something in the quick step of her movements that reminded me of you.
I like to think that you're more intelligent than you pretend to be. But even you were a fool to think that Quatre wouldn't notice, wouldn't begin to suspect with that strange space heart. And when he came to me and told me exactly what he thought your strange mood swings were caused by, it was like the edge pieces of a puzzle had come together and all there was left was the center, the truth of it.
After that, it was little things. Your laugh, for one. It's so...controlled. There's very little of self-control in you; I thought for a moment that perhaps the Duo I knew was a false front, that you had an infinite sadness inside you that was too terrible too voice. But I know, now; I heard you laughing in your Gundam, and it was nothing like your usual husky chuckle.
I could never understand why you didn't just tell me the truth. I wasn't sure that I could be with someone who would let a lie go on so long. And part of me knew this was the end of the road. Either you told me what I have known for a long time now, or it was over.
So now you wake, and you look at me with eyes so serious, your mouth twitching. And you speak my name, your real voice scratchy from disuse. "Heero. We need to talk."
And I know, somehow, that things are going to end up all right.
End Part Three
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