Standard disclaimers apply here...
I do not own Gundam Wing, for that matter I do not own ANYTHING. This story is for entertainment only. If you get the grand idea to sue me over it, well you may end up with a car payment.
Warnings: The story contains angst, and the characters are OOC.
I guess he decided to come home. He is drunk off his ass. He is staggering around like an idiot. He thinks I am asleep, so I keep my eyes all but closed and let him think it.
He is stunning. Even as drunk as he is he has such beautiful movements. He is grace in anarchy right now.
Duo, when did I start loving you? I planned on talking to you tonight, but that would be an exercise in futility now.
He appears to be having a fine argument with himself. He keeps flapping his arms like that and I am going to think he is trying to fly.
I am done pretending to be asleep. I think he may actually be a little insane, so I stare at him. He turns and looks at me. He is shocked to see that I am awake. I do not understand why, with all the noise he has been making.
He slurred something at me. What did he say? He hates me now?!? I narrow my eyes while I regard him for a moment. "Good." I tell him.
He reeks of alcohol. The fool as *far* too drunk, and I am much too tired to baby-sit him. I yank him onto the bed and situate him with his back to me. He shakes for a second, but does not move. He is probably too scared to. "You are too drunk to sleep alone- you will asphyxiate on your own vomit and I am too tired to stay up and watch you. Now go to sleep."
After a few moments he starts to breathe funny... is he choking or something? Fuck, he is not choking. I can feel the wetness of his tears run down the arm he is laying on.
I open my mouth to say something just as he moves his head, "Mmrph." Blech, a mouth full of braid is what I get for my effort. But he is still crying.
"It's okay, Duo. It's just the alcohol. Just let it out."
He makes a few horrible choking sounds. Oh man, don't vomit now. "Get away from me, Heero." He hisses at me. "No." I tell him flatly.
"Please, leave me alone."
"No." I am not leaving you when you so desperately need someone.
He pleads, "Please, Heero, please. You don't understand." Not like this. I do NOT want to tell him like this.
"No, Duo. It's okay. It is this war. It is the alcohol. It is everything at once. Just let it out, Duo."
I roll him over to face me. His eyes are filled with torment and pain. It chokes me inside.
"Please." he begs one last time.
I hold him tightly, "It's alright, Duo. Just let it go. It's okay. I AM NOT letting go of you, my friend." And I begin to smooth back his hair.
He is sobbing in earnest now. He is trying to say something, but nothing is coming out. His beautiful eyes look desperate. "No, beauty, don't try and speak. We will talk tomorrow. I promise." Shit, did I really just call him that? Yes, I did. Oh well, it is true.
He accepts that as an answer and just leans into me and cries. I hold him... I brush his hair from his face.I comfort his back with my hand.I gently rock him. *I* need him to know that I am here for him.
After awhile the crying subsides. "I am sorry." is sadly muffled from him.
I whisper into his hair, "Don't be. It's okay. We will talk tomorrow."
A few more sniffs come from him before he finally drifts off to sleep.
I watch this beautiful angel sleeping in my arms for awhile before I join him.
I will tell him tomorrow. My angel deserves so much more than I can really give him. The least I can give him is the truth and if for some reason he decides to accept me I will do everything I can to deserve his love.
tbc??
(:./silver/pain2)
