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Descent of an Angel	By : Ardra Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 3701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters from it. This is purely fun, not for profit. I don't remember who they really belong to.

Chapter List
- 1-Descent of an Angel
- 2-Chapter1
- 3-Chapter 2
- 4-Chapter 3
- 5-Chapter 4
- 6-Chapter 5
- 7-Ch. 6
- 8-Ch. 7
- 9-Ch. 8
- 10-Chapter 9
- 11-Chapter 10
- 12-Chapter 11
- 13-Chapter 12
- 14-13
- 15-Ch. 14
- 16-15
- 17-ch. 16
- 18-17
- 19-18
- 13
- 14
- 15
Chapter 13

Atop of the stairs, Duo's bedroom door creaked open a little bit, just enough for violet eyes to peek out and scan the area of the Hallway. He swallowed thickly until he was sure that no one was going to come down the halls any time soon. He pushed the door opened wider and slipped his body through the opening, feeling unusually on edge today. He couldn't stand feeling like this but being around the others was so taxing on his nerves sometimes that he couldn't help it. He knew he wasn't treating the others fairly when it came to being alone, or even around them, but he had spent so long in a small place, alone, being beaten on by the only people to come visit him has made him extremely nervous on the other's intentions. Glancing around once more, he started his descent of the stairs, his sense put on edge to alert him of anyone coming or going so he wouldn't be startled.

It didn't help matters that he wasn't sure of the other's intentions when it came to him. He was positive they left him to rot all those five years because they didn't want him around, but the more the others denied it, the more he wondered if maybe he was being irrational. He knew his disappearance was sudden, but after all he said at that party and how Shinigami made him act back during the war, maybe the others truly did believe that he just disappear to explore himself on his own. Every time he was close to believing this-

"Quatra's Space Heart should have alerted them right away to the fact that something was off. We know better that he would never let any of us go that long without opening his little gift up to feel for us at some point in those five years."Shinigami hissed in his ear, making him shiver and the hair on the back of his neck stand on ends like it always did.

'I know this and you know this. Maybe he just made a mistake. Quatra's human like the rest of us. It could've just been a mistake.'Duo thought to the voice, walling up his defenses to be sure that Shinigami wouldn't be gaining control right now.

"Human or not, it's still curiosity. It's animal nature to be curious about things, and he would've been curious at one point in time. He would've reached out for you at least once and there was never an instance where we weren't in pain, scared, hungry, alone, or miserable. He would've felt that but he didn't. How do you explain that?"Shinigami grumbled, annoyed that Duo was blocking his advances to get free as they stepped onto the ground floor and made for the kitchen.

'I don't know. Please, I don't want to think about this right now. The others mean well, I am sure of it.'Duo thought, feeling his heart thundering a little at Shinigami's words.

Shinigami fell silent just as Heero stepped around the corner of the kitchen, effectively startling the already on edge young man.

"Heero!" Duo gasped, clutching his already strained heart.

"Duo. I didn't mean to startle you. I thought I heard someone coming downstairs."

"Y-yeah, that would be me. C-can I get pass?" Duo asked, mentally scolding himself for stuttering in front of Heero, or for even stuttering at all.

"Um, sure. Listen, Duo, can we, maybe, do something together sometime where we can, I don't know... be like how we used to be?" Heero asked, looking uncomfortable, his voice betraying the strain it was taking for him to be able to voice this question to the other.

"Aw, he wants to be able to make you feel inferior again. Remember, we're a Baka. An idiot!"Shinigami growled, pushing against Duo's barriers hard.

"How we used to be? How did we used to be, Heero? Me trying to be your friend and you acting like a complete ass to me?" Duo asked, frowning a little, feeling that familiar feeling of anger building up in his system again.

Heero stared at him before he swallowed hard, "Iie, not like that. Like towards the end of the war. When we were actually friends. We never got a chance to... act like friends."

"I wonder why? Heero, I'm not even sure we can be classified as friends. You don't know anything about me, and I don't know anything about you, so why don't you just do the both of us a favor and just leave me alone?" Duo growled, rubbing the spot on his chest over his heart as it started to feel tight.

"Hey, what's going on?" came Quatra's voice, and much to Duo's dismay, Quatra and Trowa both came around the stairs from the living room, boxing him in against the stairs along with Heero blocking his escape to the kitchen.

"We were just talking." Heero grumbled, arms folding over his chest agitatedly, feeling at a loss since he was running out of reasons or ideas how to get Duo to be more open to him, maybe even be his friend again.

"Doesn't feel like it. Feels like you were talking and Duo was being defensive." Quatra said, smiling, trying to lighten to the mood but it was only making the tension grow thicker.

"Listen to him, talking as if you didn't exist. He doesn't want you here anymore than the others do. He wants you dead."Shinigami hissed softly.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here! I can be what ever I want, just leave me alone." Duo growled, turning to go back up the stairs but froze as Wufei was half way down them, a empty glass in his hand, black hair loose from its ponytail and looking at all of them in confusion.

"What's going on?"

Duo swallowed thickly, his panic bubbling in his chest as Quatra explained to the newest obstacle to the chestnut haired male's escape what had happened before he came down the stairs. He felt like a caged animal as Quatra explained what was going on how he knew it to be, Heero getting defensive and correcting him when he was wrong.

"They're plotting against you, you know. They are going to dump you somewhere and forget about you the first chance they get. They don't want you around, remember?"

Duo could feel all their eyes on him, like thousands of little pin pricks on his back and skin. The walls were closing in on him, his breathing was becoming harder and harder. His chest tightened even more, making him instinctively clutch it, sweat beaded from every pore of his being, sending a chill down his spine. He needed to escape. He needed to get out of this hole they had placed him in. His vision was dimming as his breathing became shallow and harsh.

"You know I'm right. They're either going to kill you or make you disappear the first chance that they get. You are never going to be safe here. The Soldier is going to kill you. The Dragon is going to eat you. The Zero one is going to hide your existence from the world and Nanashi's going to help him. It's going to be like you never existed. You're going to disappear. Like a tear in the ocean, you're going to disappear."

"Duo? Duo, what's wrong?" Heero asked, moving to the other's trembling, wheezing form.

Duo whipped around like someone shot at him, eyes wild and skin the color of sour milk, "Don't touch me!" he screamed, his legs powering him before his brain even had time to process what he was doing.

He shoved past the lot of them, Trowa turning and catching Quatra as the blond suddenly became weak kneed and started to sink to the ground. Heero, stunned, could only watch as Duo threw the front door of the house open and bolted from the opening into the open air. Into the world that he was afraid of.

"Maxwell!"

"Duo!"

Heero powered his legs after the slender form, Wufei hot on his heels.

Trowa knelt to the ground, pulling Quatra slowly with him as he leaned the sweating, panting young man against him, supporting him as his Space Heart sent him through Duo's panic attack.

"Breath, little one. Try and close it off for now." Trowa coaxed the other with a soft voice, his hands rubbing soothing circles over the other's tiny back.

Quatra took two more gasping breaths then started to take deep, calming breaths. Turquoise eyes slipped closed in concentration until his Space Heart couldn't feel Duo's reactions as bad as they had been before. He'd been leaving his Heart completely open to the others for a while now. Mostly because Heero and Wufei were hard to read sometimes, and Trowa wasn't being as open with his emotions as he had been before all of this. It was rather taxing on the blond because he couldn't narrow his space heart on Duo's emotions because Duo was like the others on normal instances, hard to read and barely giving anything away, then he would have an overload of emotions flood through him, be it fear, anger, shame, sadness or panic that would send the blond reeling as if he'd been sucker punched.

"You all right now?" Trowa asked softly, pressing his chin into the other's short locks, taking in the flowery scent from Quatra's shampoo.

Nodding, the Arab turned his attention to the taller Latin, "You have to go after him, Trowa."

"What about you?" Trowa asked, moving his position to be crouched down on his hunches, his hands moving under Quatra's knees and against his back, lifting him from the ground.

"I'll be fine. I haven't had anything happen because of these attacks yet. He needs someone stable when he's found Trowa. As much as I would love for that to be Heero, the fact of the matter is that Heero is just as emotionally unstable as Duo most of the time. He needs help." Quatra muttered, leaning his head against the other's broad chest.

Trowa sighed as he gently lowered Quatra into the sofa, laying him out then sitting at his hip to look down at him, "Duo can't keep doing this. It's not safe for him, or you."

"I will be fine, Trowa. Duo needs this more than I do. I have reasons to live and continue on, he believes that he doesn't. His panic attacks are becoming more and more frequent, and I don't know what to do for him anymore. I'm not the best person because he feels the most betrayed by me, but you're still an unknown to him, Trowa. You weren't anything to him before, I'm sorry to say this, but that's a good thing because he doesn't feel like you betrayed him like he believes Heero and I did. Please, Trowa. Find him and make him feel better."

Trowa searched the other's eyes and nodded, "All right, little one. I'll see what I can do for him." he promised softly, leaning forward and kissing the cold flesh of the other's forehead.

"Thank you, Trowa." Quatra murmured softly, his voice thick as he felt more tired as the adrenaline was starting to wear down in his system.

"Sleep a bit, little one, and I promise that I wont come back without him."

Quatra smiled tiredly at him, "I know you wont. I'll only sleep for a little."

"Doesn't matter." Trowa muttered, referring to the other's time set on his sleeping as he stood and left the house after the others.

Quatra watched him go then leaned back into the couch, pressing his hand to his forehead to quell the growing headache there.

"You know what this is. You could loose Trowa to that little whore."

Quatra gasped, bolting up right, looking around wildly before he swallowed, finally recognizing the voice that had spoken to him. It was his personality brought on by his contact with the Zero system. A horrible, mean person that loved nothing more than to see the suffering, even the death of others.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have always been here. You've just never needed me before, but now you do. Let me go for a few minutes, and I can make sure that whore never touches what's ours."Zero hissed softly, his voice low and menacing, Quatra could almost feel the feral smile on the other's face.

"No. I wont let you hurt Duo. He doesn't mean anything to Trowa, and he needs help. He's not a threat to me, or my relationship with Trowa. Duo, even though he doesn't remember, loves Heero. He's not going to take Trowa from me."

"You really think so? Wow, you're even more naive than I even remember."Zero snickered at him.

"I believe it because it's true. Duo's not a whore and never will be. He's scared and needs something to comfort him like Heero said, and if that has to be Trowa, that's who it's going to be. Besides, I trust Trowa. More than you will ever know."

"Ah, but I do know. I am you, remember? You might trust Trowa to an extent, but you, like all animals, are always on edge of loosing of what we hold dear in our lives. Our mates."

"No. You're wrong. I trust Trowa completely and utterly. I am not an animal."

"We're all animals. Ever single last one of us is an animal, we're just evolved is all. You'll see."

Quatra swallowed thickly and leaned back into the couch, pulling his legs to himself and hugging them close. He pressed his forehead to his knees, concentrating and erecting the walls he had once placed around Zero to keep him quelled before. He didn't think he would have to cage part of himself again, but with Zero reappearing came new problems for the small blond. Now, he had to deal with Heero, Heero's Split-Personality problem, Duo, Duo's medical problems, and Duo's emotional problems on top of making sure Zero never did anything to harm any of the others.

Quatra felt tears sliding down his face, his breathing hitching as he started to sob into his pants. The stress of everything pushing down onto him, the strain making his muscles tense. He didn't know what all he could do to help anymore.

Trowa approached the two men that were bent over on the side walk, both breathing hard.

"Where'd he go?" Trowa asked them both, frowning when both Asian men shook their heads.

"We... lost... sight of... him..." Wufei panted, "Idiot... can still... run..."

Trowa grunted softly before he started down the road, leaving the two where they were. He let his legs power him into a light jog down the line of buildings. When he felt like he couldn't run any further, he spotted a small, white Penlight on the ground. He bent down, picking it up before he rolled it between his fingers. It was the same pen light that he remembered the therapist giving Duo one day. It was something Duo obviously never left with. He pressed down on the button that turned the light on, watching as the light came on then faded away. Dead.

Trowa lifted his head, looking around before he looked down at the alley way that the pen light was in front of. It wasn't much to look at two dumpsters and stacks of boxes lined against the buildings, the perfect hiding spot for someone like Duo.

"Duo?" He called as he walked into the alley way, looking around, making sure to be on his guard in case he needed to help Duo, or defend himself against someone that wasn't Duo.

A bottle clattered loudly in the small alley way, and his muscles snapped taught, ears straining to listen but nothing else could be heard. He turned his head towards where the sound had come from. Only thing there were piles of boxes and a large garbage bin that was over flowing with trash. A confused frown marred his face as he noticed the pile of boxes shift a little, as if there was something between them and the garbage bin. He slowly back stepped until he could see the small space between the garbage bin and the boxes. It didn't look like a spot where a fully grown man could slide into easily, but Duo was underweight and smaller than the average male, so Trowa wasn't nearly as surprised to see him curled in that tiny space, knees brought up to his chest, holding his head with his hands while his eyes were pressed to his knees.

Trowa slowly leaned down until he was crouching on the ground, looking into the space as Duo trembled in fear and anxiety. It was a sad sight to see, really. Duo, at one point, prided himself at being able to smile at everything, or at least that's what he made everyone believe with all of his smiles and jokes during the war. He had been exactly what they needed him to be. Not because that's what he was naturally, but because that's what he pretended to be so that the others wouldn't have to live with the horrors of the war when the horrors were hundreds of miles away. He took their focus off the war for them, and now he was reduced to an overly emotional, frail young man that was scared of everything that went bump in the night, and in the day. Idly, Trowa wondered what he could do to get the old Duo back. He would do anything to have the other Duo back, even kill someone.

"Duo?" he called softly, keeping his voice low and gentle, as if he was talking to a lost small child, or a frightened animal.

A small gasp could be heard as Duo curled tighter into himself, shaking almost visibly as he lifted his head. Fear lidded violet eyes looked to him, untrusting and cornered. Trowa made sure that he was as low to the ground as possible, even making sure that his hands were visible to him. He had to treat Duo like he would at the circus with sick or injured lions. Duo, frail and emotionally wrecked as he was, was still a dangerous, trained killer. He knew how to kill, and Trowa was sure that he wouldn't even hesitate to do so if he had to. Even the slightest feeling of being threatened would be the end for Trowa if he wasn't careful, alert, but also as soft as he could be.

"Duo? Are you okay?"

The pale male made a noise like a sniffle then uncurled himself a little, eyes never leaving Trowa's whole form. The Latin could see the other's eyes darting from left, right, up then back to him in an almost cycle. Like he was looking for an exit, or something he could use in order to escape.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Duo. I just don't want anything to happen to you." Trowa explained, wincing as he lowered himself to his knees.

Duo turned his head away, trying to hide how close he was to crying, his fear and anxiety building.

"Duo, please. Let me help you."

"You didn't want to help me before!" Duo snapped, his voice low, barely above a whisper, and Trowa almost missed what he said.

"I want to help now." Trowa insisted, knowing that trying to convince the boy that he had always wanted to help him would be pointless. Once Duo got an idea in his head, his own split personality wouldn't let him think of it any other way, he had to go another route. He had to make Duo see that he wanted to help him now. He had to bring Duo out of the past and bring him to the present, the present where people wanted to help him, to love him like the brother they always thought that he was.

Duo swallowed thickly, obviously having trouble, before he uncurled himself a little, his legs almost poking out from his hiding spot, "Why? Why now?"

Trowa looked at him before he looked down, "Because, you're someone I care about. You're someone special to me."

"Special?" Duo asked softly, again, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes. Special. You're like a brother to me."

Violet eyes met Emerald Green again, the amethyst orbs swimming with tears just waiting to break through their final hold and slide down his face, "Brother? Why?"

"Why not?" Trowa asked, tilting his head questioningly at the other.

Duo didn't say anything, just stared at him before he forced himself to look away. He forced himself a little further into the hole he'd made for himself. He was too afraid to come out of it, still.

"Duo. We should get you back to the house. It's cold out here, and you're not dressed to be outside, let alone this far into the city." Trowa said, looking at Duo's bare feet, legs, and shoulders.

As if on cue, Duo shivered and curled up tighter in on himself, this time because he was cold rather than afraid.

"Please, Duo?"

Duo lifted his head, tensing when he saw Trowa's hand offered to him. Offering to take him back to the warmth and comfort of the room he'd grown attached to.

What are you doing? He's not any different than the others. Shinigami hissed in his ear

"I know I wasn't much of a friend to you before, Duo, but I want to be your friend now. I want to be someone you can come to when you're afraid, or want to be around others."

"I don't want to be around others." Duo hissed, shaking his head as if denying his own words.

"We both know that's not true, Duo. You wouldn't come out of your room if that was true. You come out of your room for just a little bit of human interaction. You miss being around people you can trust. I saw the way you and Heero were making those pancakes together. You miss him. You miss being around people you can trust. Even if it's not all of us at once, at least trust me."

Duo stared at him, swallowing thickly before he shook his head, a small whimper coming from him, "I can't trust anyone."

"Duo, don't let Shinigami tell you that."

Duo blinked in surprise at the mention of Shinigami. He lifted his head, swallowing hard and looked to Trowa with wide eyes, "W-what?"

"We all have one, Duo. You can't let him control your life, your fears. You can't let him manipulate you like he wants. Nanashi tried to do it to me, and if it wasn't for Quatra, and his patients, I would've been lost and Nanashi would've taken my place. Please, Duo. Please, let me have the chance to prove myself to you. To prove that I can be a good friend to you again."

Duo, who had been staring at the other through his whole speech, shifted in his hiding spot. He didn't understand the sudden change in the other, why he suddenly wanted to be his friend, but he longed for someone to want to be his friend again. True, Heero was trying, but he didn't trust Heero anymore than the others, and he was more afraid to let Heero close to him than any of the others. Heero had been a special person to him before any of the others, more special than any of the others could've ever been, and when it looked like Heero wouldn't want to be like that with him, Duo withdrew a little. He allowed himself to be the man's best friend, but then he was kidnapped and Heero never found him. No one ever found him when he needed them to. He was more afraid to let Heero close to him, because, even after all these years, and torture, he still had feelings for the man. Feelings that he was sure would never be reciprocated. He was still unsure that if any moment, Relena could come in and snatch the man away from him like a large bird of prey would snatch a rabbit kit from it's mother. He didn't want to open his heart to that kind of hurt, not when he was finally starting to heal from his abuse in the room.

"Duo?"

Duo blinked out of his thoughts, realizing he'd been staring at the other before he slowly crawled out of his hiding spot and took a hold of Trowa's offered hand. Shivering at how warm Trowa's hand was, making him realize how cold he truly was.

"I do have one condition to this, Duo." Trowa murmured softly as he helped the other out of the slot.

Duo froze, looking at him, his body shaking with the cold, "What?"

"You have to open up to me more. It doesn't have to be right away, but I do ask, as your friend, that you come to me when you're afraid or when you just want to talk. Don't disappear into your room like you have been doing."

Duo swallowed thickly once again, lowering his eyes to the ground, staring at Trowa's booted feet that was inches from his own bare ones then nodded his head up and down slowly, "I'll try."

"Okay. Come here." Trowa murmured softly, pulling Duo to him.

Duo tensed at first but slowly let himself be pulled to the other. He tensed even further when Trowa put his arms around him, holding him in a loose but firm hug. Shivering at the warm body against him, he just stood there for a little while, unsure of what to do then put his own arms around Trowa's middle, holding him close. His body starting to warm up and it felt good to have someone comforting him physically and not just verbally.

"Why did you run away, my friend?" Trowa asked softly, his voice not scolding or demanding, just a gentle tone that told Duo that he would understand no matter what he would say.

"All of you all around me. So close. I was feeling closed in. Back in the room, they would all gather around me like that just before...-"

"Before what?" Trowa probed softly, rubbing Duo's back in soothing circles.

Whimpering softly, Duo buried his face against the other's shoulder, blinking when his cold nose hit the warmth, his body now shaking with the memories of what had happened to him. He didn't want to speak, but he promised that he would open up.

"You don't have to tell me just yet, Duo."

"N-no. I do. I-I have to start... opening up more. Not just with you, but with the others, and my therapists. I haven't been talking to them."

Trowa made a small noise that sounded like a mix between a chuckle and a scolding scoff, "I've noticed."

Duo took a deep, ragged breath, trying to calm his nerves, "They would all crowd around me like that before they would... do things to me."

"Beat you?" Trowa offered, trying to get clarification.

"N-no." Duo whimpered softly.

Trowa's arms tightened around Duo, holding him as if he would shelter him as understanding hit him, "Duo..."

"They didn't do it at first, for the first nine months. Then that man, the one that held me captive and seemed to be their boss, he got impatient. He wanted answers and he wanted them now." Duo stopped when his voice grew thick, tears stinging at his eyes.

"It's okay, Duo. None of this was your fault."

"Yes it is." Duo whimpered softly, his fingers curling into a fist with Trowa's shirt in his hands, "I couldn't stop them."

"Duo, I saw those men. They were strong people."

Duo shook his head, tears falling from his eyes and into Trowa's shirt, "They would hold me down, and... and they would take turns."

Trowa frowned into Duo's shoulder, his mind burning with the urge to hit someone, mostly the people responsible for such pain that this young man had to go through.

"How often?" Trowa murmured.

"At... at least once a week." Duo sniffled, body shaking with a suppressed sob.

"Shh. It's okay, Duo. Nothing like that will ever happen to you here. You're safe with us. Come on, let's get you back to the house." Trowa murmured, wanting the other to stop before he had himself another panic attack.

Duo shook his head, "N-Not yet. Please. Can we just... stay here for a little while longer?"

Trowa swallowed before he nodded, "Just a little while longer." he murmured, pushing Duo from him and taking off his jacket.

Duo scrubbed at his eyes, trying hard not to cry as Trowa threw his jacket over his shoulders then pulled him close again, holding him and rubbing his shoulders to warm him up. Duo, surprised by the other taking care of him like this, actually did start to cry against the other's chest. His shoulders shaking, his breath hitching as his tears rolled from his cheeks and soaked into Trowa's shirt. Trowa bit his lip, wanting nothing more than to get the other home where he could comfort him properly but Duo didn't want to go back just yet. The news that what that man, 'Smith', had said to Heero before was true made him wish that Heero had killed them man when he vaulted over the table.

Silently, Trowa made it his mission that he would find the person responsible for all of Duo's pain and suffering. He would find them and make them suffer the same way, if not worse.

Heero paced the length of the living room, running his fingers through his hair for the millionth time before he stopped and looked to the front door, growling a little when it still didn't open. Trowa and Duo had been gone for almost an hour now. Well, Duo's been gone for an hour, Trowa almost as long since Trowa left the house after Duo and left their sight even later.

'I need to stop that.'Heero thought to himself, trying to force his obsessive habits to stop taking over his mind.

He didn't understand how he could be so literal about things at such a time, and again, he didn't understand why his obsessive nature wasn't forcing him to go out there and look for the two again. When Trowa had left Wufei and him there, they both agreed that it would be best to go back to the house and let Trowa find Duo since Trowa knew the area better than either of them and he would be able to find him faster. Logically, it was a good idea that they let Trowa handle things, but he didn't want to let Trowa handle things. He wanted to be the one to rescue Duo. He wanted to be the other's savior. The fact that his attempts at getting the other to warm up to him was being thwarted at every angle was enough to piss him off. He wanted Duo to be his friend, and he wanted it to happen right now.

Heero's head snapped to the front door when it opened. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Trowa walking into the house, carrying Duo, who was sound asleep against his chest, bridal style into the warmth of the house. He quickly crossed the room and was about to say something when Trowa gave him a stern 'don't even think about it' look and headed upstairs with Duo. Heero stood there, glued in surprise and shock as Trowa took Duo to the young man's room then came out without him, obviously putting him to bed.

"He was wearing Trowa's coat."The Perfect Soldier growled into Heero's ear, a small prickle forming in the back of his neck as if the voice had actually touched his neck.

It is cold outside, and Duo didn't exactly grab his jacket when he ran out of the house in a panic. Nor did he have shoes on his feet. It was a good thing that Trowa let Duo borrow his jacket or the other would've gotten sick. He forced the Soldier back into his 'area' and ignored the voice's ranting as he climbed the stairs to where Trowa was silently closing Duo's bedroom door.

"Is he okay?" Heero asked.

"Fine. He'll be out until morning."

"Where was he?"

"Hiding behind a dumpster in an alley. From the looks of it, he was using that penlight he carries around for light, and when it died, he panicked and dove into the first available hiding spot he could see. I would leave him alone for now, Heero. He's been through a lot today."

Begrudgingly, Heero nodded then turned for his own room. Inside, he locked himself in and went to the bathroom attached to his room. He opened his medicine cabinet and took out three bottles from the collection of five, each with his name on them. He closed the mirror door and jumped a little when he 'saw' a copy of himself standing behind him.

"Fuck." Heero growled, glaring at the 'image' once he settled down enough.

"You know that he's never going to be your friend? He doesn't like you."

The image's mouth moved, but the Soldier's voice echoed in his head, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on ends again. He was used to this, but his split personality appearing in an almost physical form in a mirror always startled him. He didn't understand why he was hallucinating like this again and idly thought that he had to talk to Walter about it in their next session, which happened to be tomorrow, thank the Gods.

"Don't ignore me."

"Fuck off. You're wrong. He can and will be my friend again. I will get him back." Heero growled softly, looking at one of the bottles, finding the word 'Geodon' acceptable and opening it.

The Soldier chuckled at him as he took out a pill capsule that was blue on one end and white on the other, setting it on the edge of the sink, then recapped and replaced the bottle, opening the second one.

"Those pills aren't going to help you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Shut up." Heero growled, reading the second one, 'Clonazepam', popping it open and fishing out a small, round, yellow-ish pill that he set beside the Geodin, then recapped and replaced that bottle as well.

"You wait and see. One day, I'm going to show you just how 'friendly' he can be with you. He doesn't want to be your friend! He never did!"

Heero growled softly as he got the third one, 'Zoloft' and repeated the action that he had with the other two, this one a larger, white pill. He filled the glass on his counter with water and picked up the other two pills. Quickly, he downed them and chased them with two gulps of water, glaring at the Soldier that glared back at him.

"You're not going to run my life, nor am I going to let you ruin my chances with Duo. Not this time."

The Soldier smirked at him, as if he knew something that Heero didn't as Heero walked away from the mirror.

"We'll see."

"No, we wont!" Heero snarled, ripping open his dresser drawer, snatching up a new pair of boxers.

The soldier didn't say anything at that, much to Heero's relief. He quickly undressed from his day clothes, throwing them in the dirty clothes basket. He pulled the boxers over his lower body, making sure they were snug in place then climbed into bed, cuddling into the sheets that were cold from lack of use all day. He pulled the blanket close and let it warm him up a little as he closed his eyes, letting sleep take him over.

Trowa sighed as he lounged in the couch, sighing comfortably as Quatra curled up beside him. The television filling the room with the sound of the news anchor talking about the latest fire report in the woods far from their own house. It was a rather boring day, too cold to go outside, but there was no thing to do in the mansion besides watch television since none of the others were out of their rooms to play games or anything.

As if on cue, Wufei came down stairs, followed, at a distance, by Duo. Wufei was dressed in a pair of sweat pants, and a long sleeved white shirt, hair pulled up in it's usual ponytail. Duo was wearing loose jeans and a long sleeve black shirt, his eyes darting around a little nervously as he tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, a little annoyed at it. He really missed his long hair. Trowa looked over at the two, feeling a little happy at seeing them, maybe now he could do something.

"You two wanna play a card game?" Trowa asked.

"Sure." Wufei said, turning into the living room and taking the deck of cards from the tabletop he passed.

There were games and cards everywhere, mostly because sometimes Quatra's sisters came by, and they would always bring their kids. You had to have games when it came to kids or else the whole place would be trashed. Duo swallowed a little, moving after Wufei and took a seat around the table as Quatra and Trowa did the same. Soon, the cards were dealt and the game started.

"What are we playing?" Duo asked softly.

"Spades." Wufei grunted softly.

"Oh. Who am I paired with?" Duo asked, looking down a little, shifting.

"Me." Wufei said, shifting through his cards.

Duo nodded, looking down again, feeling nervous for some reason as he looked down at his hand. He glanced at Trowa, who was watching him closely then nodded.

"Actually, I think it would be best if I was his partner." he said.

Wufei lifted his head to the other, looking confused then sighed as he switched chairs with the taller male. The four of them sat around playing cards for almost two hours when Heero came down stairs, looking at them in confusion.

"What's going on?"

"Playing Spades." Wufei said, growling as he ten was trumped by a Jack.

Heero grunted before he looked at Duo, who was making sure not to look at him, seeming oddly focused on his cards. He frowned a little before he moved over to the other, looking over his shoulder at the cards, smiling when he saw that Duo had mostly spades in his hand. His smiled turned into a frown when Duo folded his cards then got up, moving over to where Trowa was sitting, almost visibly shaking.

"What's wrong?" Trowa asked, looking at Duo, who shook his head, head still down as if he didn't want to answer him, "I see. It's okay."

Heero felt an unfamiliar rage fill him when Duo nodded, seeming to relax a little but didn't move back to his seat.

'It's because you're still standing there. He doesn't want to be around you.' the Soldier hissed at him before he laughed in his head.

Heero felt his rage build as he walked around Quatra's chair, close to Trowa's watching as Duo moved defensively closer to Trowa, as if seeking comfort from the man. His blood seemed to be boiling, his heart was racing. He was getting angrier and angrier by the minute as Duo continued to shy away from him. He'd done nothing to warrant such a reaction from Duo, yet here the man was, acting like a scolded animal would around it's abuser.

Trowa watched Heero with a frown, noticing the small twitching going on in his temple, a sign of anger before he sat back in his chair a little, watching closely as Heero walked slowly around his chair, as if he was stalking something. Trowa saw the muscle twitch a split second before Heero suddenly tackled and forced Duo to the ground, away from Trowa's protective embrace.

"Heero!" Quatra gasped, both he and Wufei getting fro their chairs to assist Trowa in pulling Heero off of Duo as the Japanese male hit Duo with his fists.

Duo let out a cry like a child would when their parents were beating them unfairly until he scrambled away. Wufei snatched Heero from Trowa as the taller male moved to Duo, scooping him up and holding him to him in a comforting embrace.

Heero didn't know what happened. One minute, his rage was building and the next thing he knew he was being pulled off of Duo and restrained by Wufei as Trowa comforted Duo, livid bruises forming on his face and arms.

"N-no. I-I didn't-" Heero stuttered, paling as the Soldier began to laugh at him.

"Stay away from me! Don't go near me! I don't want to be around you!" Duo sobbed into Trowa's chest, obviously refering to Heero.

"D-Duo, I-" Heero started but Duo pushed further from him, curling closer around Trowa as he cried.

'What are you apologizing for? He's the one that brought it on himself. Stupid whore.'

"No! No no no!" Heero snapped, pushing away from Wufei and bolting up the stairs two at a time.

He ran to his room, almost missing the door by a few inches and closed it behind him, locking it tightly as he looked around wildly, the Soldier still laughing in his head. HIs eyes settled on the medicine cabinet. Swallowing thickly, he moved to the cabinet and ripped it open, looking at the row of pills that sat harmlessly there.

'What are you doing?'

Heero ignored him and snatched up the first bottle of pills, he quickly opened it. He downed a handful from the bottle, taking a long gulp of water to wash it down before he took another handful and did the same. He went through three bottles like that before he stopped, swallowing thickly as his vision began to blur with his own self rage.

'What are you doing? Stop it!'

"No. You hurt him. I'm going to make sure that you die for it." Heero growled as he turned, stumbling into the bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed.

'You can't kill me! You're just going to kill yourself!'

"So be it. You hurt him. I hurt him. I don't deserve to live. He didn't deserve that, you fuck!" Heero snarled, starting to feel the pills starting to take effect on his body.

The soldier didn't say anything, unable to speak, or even be heard as Heero laid himself onto the bed, almost getting comfortable as he laid there, staring at the wall, waiting. He could still feel the Soldier, shifting around in his head, trying to find a way to take over, to get control so it could save himself. He wasn't going to let the Soldier hurt anyone anymore.

Downstairs, Trowa sat Duo on the couch, using a rag to clean the blood from the side of his mouth as Wufei came in with a pack of ice and handed it to him.

"He didn't mean it, Duo. It wasn't him." Trowa explained, looking at the other as tears continued to stream down his face.

"He has one, too?" Duo asked softly, reaching up and rubbing at his eyes.

"He does. His is the worse because he had the most exposure to the system. His, the Soldier, is very relentless and violent. He's been taking medication for it and also therapy for it. He's better than he used to be, Duo. I promise. He didn't mean it."

Duo made a soft noise, taking the ice and pressing it to his face before he nodded, "I understand." he murmured.

"Guys! Something's wrong! Heero's fading." Quatra gasped, reaching up and clutching at his heart.

Wufei and Trowa looked at each other, seeming to share the same thought.

"He didn't!" Wufei snarled.

Trowa shoved past all of them, running up the stairs, Wufei and Quatra hot on his heels. Duo sat there, looking stupefied for a minute then ran after them, taking the stairs two at a time as he ran for Heero's room. In the living room, the News Report was still running for the evening News before the scene changed and the words 'Late Breaking News' flashed in red and white letters and the anchor returned, interrupting the story that was just going on.

"This just in, the body of Dr. Duncan Lareum, a phyciatric therapist from Circles has just been found in his car in front of the facility. Officials tell us that the man suffered a fatal gunshot wound to the head, point blank range making police believe that this was a random act of gang violence. Witnesses that found the body say that Lareum had been missing from the facility for almost two days before a patient coming in spotted him in his car, dead. Stay tuned in for more on this story as it develops."
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