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School Dance	By : DementedGosip Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 13: Missing

~~oOo~~

Trowa, Heero, and
Wufei had
gone back to their dorms after the movie and Duo and Quatre had started
talking.

“Quat, do you think
Heero
was mad that I was talking with Brady?” Duo asked, and
unsure
pathetic look on his face.

“No, but I do think he
was
jealous.”

“Heero?
Jealous?
Yeah right Quatre, are you crazy? Why would he be *jealous* If it
was me?! Maybe if it was Relena....”

Quatre had started
laughing
at that. (Okay, so maybe I did too.....) “C’mon Duo, you
don’t
really believe that do you?”

Duo just looked at
Quatre
for a minuet before saying, “Well, yeah....”

“Duo... Don’t
tell me
you haven't noticed every time he’s with Relena he makes up excuses or
starts talking to someone else or just walks away saying ‘Omae O
Korosu’!
And when you’re not looking he watches you and gets this look in his
eyes,
kinda like when you’re really close to something, but when you reach
out
to grab it, it fly’s away to the other side of the world. Do you
understand what I’m Saying Duo?”

“Ummm, let’s get this
strait,
you’re saying, Heero hates Relena more then me, He really likes *me*,
and
he’s afraid to say anything because he thinks I'll reject him? Oh
C’mon, didn’t he ever once think that someone who grew up on the
streets
*wouldn’t* mind something like that?! I should probably go ta
bed,
‘night Quat.” Duo then walked into his bedroom closing the door
and
getting ready for bed, leaving a stunned Quatre starring at his
door.
//I didn’t know you could end a conversation so rudely and still make
it
seem nice....//

~*~

Duo laid in his bed
staring
at his sealing. //If I let myself believe that, then if I find
out
it’s not true I’ll die, but if it is true...... I really
shouldn’t
get my hopes up, how could anyone like someone like me? I never
shut-up,
I always have to be moving, AND I’ve whored my body before to get money
for the other war-orphans in the gang..... If I can’t even please
myself with life, how am I supposed to do that for Heero?....//
And
with that Duo fell asleep.

~*~

The next morning when
Quatre
went into Duo’s room to wake him up he was surprised to find he wasn’t
there, so Quatre went into the shower to see if he was there. He
wasn’t. Quatre searched the whole dorm room with no luck, so he
headed
out to the cafeteria to see if Duo was already there.

When Quatre walked in
he saw
Heero, Trowa, and Wufei sitting at one of the tables near a
window.
But there was still no sing of Duo.

“Hey, guys. you
haven't
seen Duo have you?”

“No, why?” Wufei
asked,
worry showing in his eyes.

“Because he wasn’t in
bed
when I went to get him up. I checked all over the dorm, and I
even
checked to see if his bag was still in his locker in my way here. “

“Was it?” Heero
asked.

“Huh?”

“Was his bag still in
his
locker?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Heero’s eyes
narrowed.
“Trowa and I found who the spy is, it was Brad. Unfortunately, he
transferred out last night. Supposedly to be home-schooled.
Do you think it could be connected? He did seem to like Du-
Helen.”

“Maybe.... But where
would
we look? And besides, how could he kid-nap one of US? We
were
trained for these kind of situations. I mean, I know this is Duo
we’re talking about, but he’s just as good as you Heero.” Quatre
said with a hopeful look that said,
please-let-Duo-just-be-hiding-somewhere.

“I’m afraid It’s more
likely
he’s been kidnapped.” It Trowa who said this, to Quatre’s
surprise.

“Well then what do we
do?”
Quatre asked.

“Search.” Heero
said
as he got up to find his computer in his dorm room. The other’s
followed.

“Wait,
Wufei?.....”
Quatre started as he smiled innocently at Wufei. “You have at
least
SOME ability over Treize right?...” Heero’s glare darkened but he
knew Quatre was right.

Wufei looked like he’d
just
been shot. “You can’t really expect me to do something so dishonorable
can you?!”

“Wufei, if that
matters to
you so much, why did you become a gundam pilot?!” Trowa
questioned.

//You have no right to
say
that! I’ll never tell you the real reason I became what I am
now.....
Nataku....// “Fine.”

~*~
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