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Donations of the Heart	By : Vamprina Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Donations of the Heart

By: Mirage

Disclaimer: I do not own
Gundam Wing. I never have, I never will, and I will never ever claim
to. I am also in no way affiliated with Gundam Wing, it's creators or
anyone else affiliated with it in any way, shape or form. This fanfic
is purely for entertainment value and is not garnering any reward,
funding or monetary gain of any sort.

Warning: Fluff, shounen ai,
slight drama

Note: I haven't written
Gundam Wing fics in a long, long time. :p Please, bear with me.

Pairing: 2+1

Heero Yuy had been lying in
the hospital bed for many months as he had waited for a bone marrow
donor. The way his illness was progressing, it seemed as though he
wouldn't get one in time. This, however, didn't truly bother Heero.

Heero had been taught by
Dr. J that it would be surprising if he would survive the war. And
yet...he had. In fact, he'd survived two. Either way, however, death
did not frighten him. It was just something he had learned not to
fear, even to anticipate. Now, in the year AC 198, he had just barely
begun to learn to be...human, rather than some tool of war that he
had been taught...or perhaps programmed...to be for years.

It seemed unfair, even to
Heero, that now when it finally looked as if he would have the
opportunity to live, to really live, as any normal human being should
be allowed to...that he would likely die soon. And, not only would he
likely die soon, but he would not be struck down by any suicidal
attempt for the better of the world or for a cause or mission, but by
a simple illness. In the end, Heero Yuy's greatest enemy would be
himself? His own body? That, he was sure, came under the definition
of “unfair” as he heard most teenagers who were not
touched by the war as he and the other pilots had been.

But...then again, Heero had
never been one to think too much on things that were unfair. He could
recognize that things were unfair, just as anybody could. But, he
didn't dwell on that. Life was unfair. Good people died early in
their lives, or became homeless, good young children became orphans,
innocent people raped or murdered...the possibilities for good people
or innocent people to have something “unfair” happen to
them while those who could be considered bad people got all the
breaks.

Then again, the former Wing
pilot had never once put much stock in things like that. Good and bad
were just terms dictated by society. And really, you couldn't put
them in black and white terms like most people wanted to do. It just
wasn't possible. He remembered a time when he was considered an evil
person. Maybe he was an evil person.

He had never truly thought
much about higher beings or whatever, but perhaps if they were out
there – though he really couldn't logic out how they could be –
he was being punished. But, he wasn't too concerned with that,
either. If he was being punished for something, then it had already
happened and he couldn't correct the grievance. Probably not even if
he knew what it was. Maybe he would be unwilling, anyway.

However, this all changed
not long ago when one of his doctors came in to speak to him, saying
that there was a young person who had shown up out of the blue who
wanted to be tested to see if they could be Heero's bone marrow
donor. They had cautioned the young person, who wished that even
their gender be kept anonymous until after the donation, that the
test for this was very painful, that the procedure to donate the bone
marrow would also be very painful, but they had said they were fully
aware of that and were prepared for it as well as they could be.

Now, as he realized he was
waking up from the anesthetic, he was already beginning to become
fully aware of things, his training kicking in to fight off the rest
of the medication. He wasn't in much pain, but he gathered that was
probably due to the pain medication that his body could not fight off
at the moment. He wasn't concerned with that, however. He had a high
threshold for pain, but it was unnecessary to suffer through it at
the moment, anyway.

He looked around the room,
to get his bearings and decide if he was in a recovery room or his
old hospital room. It took only a moment for him to realize he was in
neither. Just simply a bigger room.

Brows furrowed, he prepared
to hit the call button to ask one of the useless nurses why he had
been moved to this room. It didn't bother him, he just liked to be
fully aware of everything that went on. And the nurses really were
useless here. He'd met some very efficient nurses, but naturally none
of them were taking care of him. Figured.

He stilled his hand,
however, when he noticed the bed next to him was occupied by a young
man with plaited, long brown hair. His eyes widened a bit as he took
in the lithe form, visible even through the blankets covering him.

“Duo...” Heero
said, quietly, in less of a monotone than he had been using the last
time he'd seen the young man.

“Mm...Hee-chan, I'm
tryin ta sleep.” came the muttered response.

Heero bit down the urge to
take Duo's bait. Sometimes, especially when he first woke up, it was
difficult to keep from doing so.

“What are you doing
here?” Heero asked, instead, calmly.

Duo sighed and slowly
turned around to face him. “Until you woke up, I was sleepin.”
he said, looking over the man that was once referred to as The
Perfect Soldier. He could tell that Heero was not amused with the
evasiveness, and considering the fact that he had to stay in here for
a while with him, he figured he'd better respond with what he knew
that his former partner wanted to know.

“I donated the bone
marrow. They said I was a match, so...here I am. I'm surprised they
listened and put me in the same room as you. Heh.” Duo grinned
his usual devil-may-care grin at Heero.

It surprised the both of
them when his mouth gave a slight upturning motion. Despite being
slight it was still obviously a smile. It was nice to know that Duo
was the same as always. Duo had always been the light in the dark for
him, even if he was never willing to admit it. He was always grinning
or joking about something, always making some type of snide remark or
irritating somebody. They had needed his light-hearted antics back
then. He had needed them. Apparently...he still did.

“I see...” he
said, finally, in a gross understatement. “Thank you...”
he wasn't sure exactly what someone ought to say when an old friend
showed up out of nowhere and donated bone marrow for you in a very
painful procedure.

“Uh uh. Yer not gonna
get off that easy, Bub.” Duo said, his grin turning somewhat
predatory, to Heero's uneasy surprise.

“I didn't ask you to
do it.” Heero answered, warily. Sure, it was probably
ungrateful, but it was also true and he wasn't entirely sure he liked
the way Duo seemed to want to eat him up. If that look was anything
to go by.

“I'm hurt, Heero! I
did it out of the kindness of my heart, to help an old friend! But,
that doesn't relieve you from having an obligation to thank me.”
was it Heero's imagination or was Duo's response voiced in a purr?

“Obligation?”
Heero raised an eyebrow, slowly.

“Yeah. Ya know. When
somebody does something for you. I saved your life and it wasn't even
part of my job description anymore.” Duo clarified.

The Japanese man fought the
urge to roll his eyes. “What do you want, then? I haven't got a
lot of money.”

“Money? Che. I don't
need money. Well, let me rephrase that. I don't want your money.”
Duo said, looking at the short-haired young man, as if disgusted that
he would think such a thing.

“Then what do you
want?” Heero was tired of this and wanted to get to the point.
He was glad to see Duo again after these last couple of years, he was
grateful for what Duo had done for him, but he kind of wanted to cut
to the chase and find out what Duo wanted.

“A date.” Duo
answered, smirking.

“A date? You can buy
those at the local grocery stores.” Heero said, looking at Duo
as if he were a lunatic.

Duo blinked a few times,
and then sweatdropped when he finally understood what Heero had
mistaken his meaning for. “No, not the kind of date that grows
on trees. I mean I wanna go out with you. On a date, like when two
people are romantically involved?”

“....Oh.” the
Japanese man contemplated this for a few moments. What could it truly
hurt? He had no experience, surely Duo knew that. And, he was more
than confident that should Duo do anything he was not comfortable
with he could kick his ass. “Alright. I will go on a date with
you.”

“Good. And I get to
kiss you good night at the end of it.” Duo said, slowly turning
around again and closing his eyes to try to sleep before his own pain
medicine wore off. Why waste the opportunity to sleep without pain
while he could??

Naturally, the short-haired
man tried to get Duo's attention again, but upon deciding that he was
being thoroughly ignored...and especially when he heard soft snores
coming from the other bed...he gave up for now. He wouldn't allow Duo
to kiss him good night!

But...then again...there
were those disturbing dreams he had been having for a few years.
Dreams involving Duo Maxwell on top of him, doing....things to him.
Very naughty things...

Well...maybe he'd let Duo
kiss him good night.

Owari
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