I do not own any of these puppets.
Duo closed his eyes. Outside, a gentle rain began to fall, making a steady thrum against the glass of his room. As hard as he tried, he could'’t make himself fall asleep, couldn't make himself forget a certain Gundam pilot with dark hair and bedroom eyes...
But Heero was gone. He'd left in the middle of the night. Duo couldn't figure out why he'd left early-maybe he didn't want to be near Duo a moment more than he had to. Or maybe he'd just missed him; to Heero, the morning could mean anytime from midnight to lunch.
" Heero," he groaned, and pulled a pillow over his face. He breathed in the scent of his one-time lover and felt like crying again.
Do you know how it feels
Lying here without you, baby?
You could never understand what's happening to me
There was a knock on the door.
" Go away!" Duo cried hoarsely, voice breaking.
There was a pause, then a sheepish Quatre pushed open the door. "Want some breakfast?" he asked, smiling brightly. Duo shook his head, then stopped. He'd been moping around for hours, not speaking to anyone. His stomach protested as the smell of sausages and waffles wafted into his room...Mmm.
Duo slowly slid off his bed, his head aching. There was none of the infectious energy he ususally displayed. He felt tired and alone.
Breakfast was a quiet affair. No one dared mention Heero at all, and the conversation was often strained as the topic inevitably shifted towards the absent pilot. Duo could feel his friends' concern, but brushed it aside. What did it matter, if Heero was gone and never coming back?
Never coming back.
Never coming back...
" You okay, Duo?" Never.
Duo ran for the bathroom.
So alone
Nothing's real
I just dream about you baby
And forever wonder why you
Had to break free
He felt gentle hands brushing back his hair, even as he threw up all of his ten sausage links and four waffles. Afterwards, he realized that he was crying again. Embarrassed, Duo looked up to see Quatre's concerned blue eyes staring down at him.
" Are you okay?"
The question was a simple one, yet Duo couldn't bring himself to answer.
I'll never be okay, he thought, and wondered where Heero was.
Wufei was typing away at the computer, taking over Heero's post of searching for missions. He quickly surveyed the area. No one around. Good, he would die if anyone saw him. Wufei didn't care what happened to Heero; the damn heartless bastard had left Duo a broken shell. But if he could find him, and convince him to come back...
" Oh my," he said, his hand flying up to his mouth in shock.
" This is not good."
Duo awoke from his mid-morning nap and yawned. He'd had the most wonderful dream that Heero had come back and theyd spe'nt the rest of the day just kissing and being together. He rolled over to one side of his bed absently, and was saddened to find only a cold spot where the Japanese pilot should have been.
Even though you're not my lover
Even though you're not my friend
I would give
My all
To have you here
Just to hold you once again
There was a fierce ache in his chest, and an emptiness where his heart should have been. "I hate you," he sobbed. "I hate you..." Yet he still loved the bastard; if Heero walked in five minutes from now, Duo would be waiting with open arms. Even if he didn't want to be...
He heard voices, and his ears perked up as he picked "Heero" from the mass of words.
" ...are you sure? Duo's going to freak..."
" ...I never thought he'd do it. Who's going to tell Duo?"
His heart skipped a beat. Slowly, he opened the door to find three very anxious looking pilots staring at him.
" Tell me what?" he asked.
Quatre and Trowa exchanged glances.
Wufei pretended to examine the floor.
Duo already he knew that he didn't want to know the answer.
" He self-destructed," Wufei said flatly.
Duo fainted away in a heap on the floor.
" Baka!" Trowa snarled, smacking him upside the head. "Mr. Sensitive over here!" Wufei rubbed his head gingerly.
" Did you want me to lie to him?" Wufei retorted hotly. "Duo's smarter than you think. He'll get over the bastard."
Quatre shook his head. "I don't think so," he said softly. "I really don't." There was a long, awkward silence.
" I'm going to look for him," Trowa announced.
" I'll come with you," Quatre piped up. The brown-haired pilot shook his head.
" You've got to stay and watch Duo," he said gently. The Arabian's face fell. "He'll need a friend when he wakes up. Wufei's coming with me." The said pilot's head shot up.
All protests died away quickly as he glanced over at Maxwell, prostrate with grief.
" Let's go," he said dully. "If he's still alive, we don't have much time."
End Part One
Eep! Didn't mean to, I swear.
Bianca
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