Woo hoo!! I'm done!
:::dies of sleep exhaustion::: Somehow I'm supoosed to work this entire bloody weekend and STILL have time to study for finals
:::snorts::: Sheira's gonna fail the semester
::mutters::: I shouldn't even waste my time with showing up for the bloody things....
::::walks into the shadows of lurkerspace to go play with Solo....at three a.m......Zzzzzzzzzz
Warnings: None really, maybe a tiny bit of angst if you wanna call it that and a tiny bit of shounen ai. I don't own GW, nor do I own the G-boys :::sighs::: No matter how much I wish I did, oh well. :::snaps fingers::::
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Duo continued to cry on Heero’s chest and at first, he missed the restart of Heero’s heart. But when the Japanese boy breathed in, Duo’s eyes flew open and he stared at Heero, a mixture of hope and surprise warring on his face.
"H..Heero... " Duo whispered not quite believing what he was seeing as he laid his ear against Heero’s chest and listened to the steadier beat of Heero’s heart. "Yokatta... " Duo whispered, tears totally unlike the ones he cried before slipping down his cheeks and he closed his eyes and thanked whatever Gods were listening.
Duo lay like that for a long time, just reassuring himself that Heero was indeed alive and that his heart was beating stronger and stronger. Duo finally forced himself out of bed and took Heero’s temperature.
His fever was down to 101, it looked like that Perfect Soldier had once again survived another battle, only this time, on a totally unfamiliar battlefield. Duo smiled happily and lay down next to Heero again. The shivers had mostly stopped and only every once in a while did Heero’s body quiver with another shudder. Duo suddenly remembered something and leapt out of bed.
He rummaged around in his bag until he found a penlight. He pried open Heero’s eyelids and shined the light into his eyes. The pupils contracted and Duo closed his eyes, relieved. He stopped shining the light in Heero’s eye and the pupil dilated back to its normal size.
Duo tested Heero’s other eye and when it too proved to be normal, Duo laid his head against the crook of Heero’s neck and allowed himself a few minutes to breathe in the familiar scent of Heero’s skin. He must have fallen asleep however, because the next time he opened his eyes, he was being held close to Heero’s body by an arm wrapped tightly around his waist.
Duo blinked and tried to extract himself from Heero’s embrace but the movement awoke the Japanese boy and he looked at Duo with clear but confused eyes.
"Whaa." Heero croaked and Duo pushed away from Heero so he could get him some water.
"You’ve been sick." Duo murmured as he held a glass of water to Heero’s lips. The cobalt blue eyed boy looked at Duo as he sipped at the water... Once the water had moistened his throat; and his thirst had been quenched, Heero tried to speak again.
"What happened?" Heero asked, his voice still scratchy.
"You caught something called Langrane Plague." Duo said as he busied himself with straightening up. "Are you hungry?" Without waiting for an answer, Duo walked over to the cooler and pulled out a cup of self-heating soup.
Once the soup was done, Duo carried it back over to Heero. "Careful, it’s hot." Duo warned as he held out a spoonful for Heero. The Japanese boy scowled and refused to eat. "Eat it." Duo ordered; his voice broking no argument.
Heero frowned but allowed Duo to feed him. "There, that wasn’t too bad now was it." Duo said with a sunny grin as he finished feeding Heero the soup.
"How long was I sick?" Duo’s eyes darkened with some unreadable expression.
"Two days." Heero nodded and attempted to sit up. "Lay back down!" Duo cried as he forced Heero to lay back. "Dammit Heero! You can’t just force yourself out of bed after what you’ve been through!" Duo growled as he locked gazes with Heero. The Japanese boy was none too happy about the fact that due to his current state, Duo was stronger then he. Heero didn’t like anyone forcing him to do anything.
"I’m fine." Heero said in clipped tones.
"No you’re not." Duo was obviously fighting for control. "You /died/ Heero. You catching my drift here? You /died/! That is far from ‘fine’!!" Heero froze and he stared at Duo, not comprehending. "Yes, your heart stopped beating and you stopped breathing for nearly five minutes." Duo mistook Heero’s silence as confusion, but the Japanese pilot was mentally reviewing the dream he’d had while being sick. "Now just sit back and relax. The Gundams are stowed and I contacted Doctor J. and told him what was going on. I can handle this mission alone, you just recover okay?" Duo asked, concern coloring his tone and Heero nodded.
"Good. Well I’m personally bushed so I’m going to catch up on some sleep." Duo yawned hugely and he lay down in the bed next to Heero. "Oyasumi." Duo muttered as he rolled over and faced away from Heero. The Japanese pilot lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling for a long time, simlpy mulling over his thoughts.
"Duo." Heero murmured, not looking away from the ceiling.
"Hmmm?" Duo asked sleepily.
"I’m sorry for worrying you." Heero said softly and Duo rolled over so that his head was cushioned against his arm.
"Oi, it’s okay." Duo reached out his free hand and squeezed Heero’s shoulder. "I’m just happy you’re alright man." Duo yawned sleepily and blinked owlishly. "Saa, lets talk about all this in the morning, right now I’m bushed." Duo gave a sleepy smile and closed his eyes.
Heero glanced out of the corner of his eye till he was certain Duo was fast asleep before he too rolled onto his side and faced the American pilot. Maybe the Guild from his dream was right. But wheter he was or not, it made no difference. Heero lacked the confidence to express how he felt to Duo. The risk of rejection was too high, it was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. At least not until he had further proof that the American felt more towards him then mere friendship. Maybe... maybe someday Heero could tell Duo what was in his heart.
Maybe in a world where there was no war, no killing or suffering. A world where Heero wasn’t forced to wear the façade of the Perfect Soldier and Duo wasn’t forced to wear the mask of Shinigami.
Because Heero had seen Death and Duo was far from it. Maybe someday he could tell Duo what he had dreamt about, and maybe he would understand. Maybe, someday... ..
End
That be it! :::gryns:::: Hope ya liked it, this fic really helped me, I notice I usually write what's going on with my own life into my fics, hen, ne?
Sheira
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