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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 16: Happy endings

Heero finally giving into exoughstion(1) let his
eyes
slip shut and his head rest on his arms, still sitting beside Duo’s
bedside.
Quatre and the others were becoming very worried, at each meal Heero
would
eat less and less. He hadn’t slept for about a week. The
others
were relieved that he’d finally given into exoughstion, but they
thought
it better for him to stay by Duo’s side. Trowa brought in a cot
and
placed it beside Duo’s bed on a fold out operating table. (ironic
ne?)

“Trowa, do you think Duo will be okay when he
wakes up?”

“I hope so Quatre. But right now I’m afraid
all
we can do is hope for the best.”

“I know Trowa, but... I just can’t help but
worry
and be scarred. What if he tries to kill himself? What if
we
get a message to go onto another mission and it’s for him? Once
Heero
takes the time to deal with Brad....”

“Hush, everything will be fine in the future
Quatre.”

“You don’t know that Trowa.”

“Yes, you’re right, but there’s no harm in hoping
right?”
He hugged Quatre close to his body as they sat on the couch. It
was
a Saturday so there were no classes to worry about. Then a
thought
struck Trowa. “Quatre, where’s Wufei?”

“Oh, he’s in his dorm beating the shit outa
Brad.”
And with that Quatre snuggled even closer to Trowa.

Trowa repeated what Quatre had just said a few
times in
his head, stunned that Quatre had just cussed. //But then again,
with this situation, who could blame him?//

About ten minuets later Wufei walked in, looking
very
proud of himself. “Wufei, you didn’t kill him did you?”
Quatre
asked with a look of worry on his face, still wrapped up in Trowa’s
protective
embrace.

“Ha! I wish, It’s my duty to leave that
pleasure
to Heero. Has Duo’s condition changed any?” The Chinese's
face
took on a slight form of worry.

Quatre sighed, closing his eyes and then opening
them
to show the tears that were now forming at the thought of Duo’s
condition.
“No, sadly. His body is healing just fine, but he’s still not
awake.
I’m afraid he has no will to live, we don’t know what kinds of things
Brad
said to him. He might never mentally recover from this, you
know?
And I can’t sense *anything* from him, it’s like there’s a giant egg
shell
made of Gundanium surrounding him.... And Heero is going to end
up
killing himself if he keeps this behavior of his up.... He may
not
be worried about his health, but the rest of us are.......” The
blond
empath then leaned back into Trowa's arms, whispering to himself, “Duo,
please, please wake up soon. For the sake of all of us....”

~*~*~*~*~

//Where am I? Why is it so cold? I
can’t feel
my body.... Heero, where are you?// Duo’s subconscious mind
racked his brain for answers it didn’t have. Wishing al the while
to just be held close and warm by Heero, hoping that he didn’t hate him
now. That he could look at him and not be disgusted.

Then memories of long ago started to flash across
Duo’s
vision. His Mother letting him help cut the ginger-bread cookies
for Christmas. He looked so much like her, even at a young
age.
Her chestnut brown hair coming just below her shoulder blades, violet
eyes
peaking out from under long bangs. All the happy memories he hand
of his mother, right there before his eyes.

Then he saw his father and himself outside in
their backyard
on L2, His Father was tall, strong, handsome. He had blond hair
and
green eyes, he’d always been very kind to Duo. He would grab him
by the wrists, and swing him around until Duo’s light hurt from so much
laughter.

But then The happy times started to go away as a
memory
of a day that Duo would never forget passes through his mind.

Duo and his father were sitting in the family room
watching
TV when the phone rang. His father got up and answered it, his
face
going very pale after a moment. He would shake his head yes or no
as he answered the other person on the phone, tears welling up in his
eyes
more and more as each moment passed. When he hung up the phone he
was in tears, he turned to Duo and picked him up. Hugging him
close
he stated to cry into Duo’s jaw length hair. “Oh son....
Your
mother... she was in a car crash....” Duo's eye’s widened
as
he started to realize just why his father was crying. “She was
rushed
to the hospital, but she....... she.... oh son.... they said
she’d
lost too much blood but..... they should've tried harder.....
they
could've saved her...... I just know it....”

That memory faded and for a while all was silent,
dark,
nothing to torture Duo. Then small flashes of the next year Duo
spent
living with his father. Flashes of everyday occurrences as his
father
slipped deeper and deeper into depression and started drinking more and
more. He would come home from work, saying that his boss hated
him
and it was all Duo's fault. Not really caring about what he said,
just wanting an escape from his pain. And for a while all he did
was yell at duo, but then one day he cam home, smelling strongly of
alcohol,
he grabbed Duo and started shaking him as he blamed Duo for all his
problems
in life, then beating him, emphasizing each word he spoke.

Then, on New Years night, around midnight, Duo
felt he
needed to go get a glass of water when he woke up from a bad dream. As
he walked down the hall he started to smell something that was now a
familiar
smell to him. The metallic sent of blood lingered all through out
the house. He walked into the family room, using the light from
the
TV that was still on, some advertisement on new cleaning fluids filling
the screen. And in the arm chair his father sat, eyes closed
appearing
to be asleep on the chair. But when he looked closer he saw that
the empty bottle of whatever he’d been drinking had something running
down
in trails along it. Trails from his arms where large, deep
gashes,
glass shards from shot glass still in them had poured his life's blood
out of him. Duo stood there motionless for a moment before
everything
started to get to him and he bent down starting to throw up on the
floor.
After about an hour Duo stood up again, taking one last look at his
father
before darting out the door to an unknown surrounding with nothing but
his flannel pajamas.

Even in Duo’s subconscious mind he left sick, just
thinking
about that night. But his torture trip wasn’t over there, he saw
himself, 6 years old, walking around in an alley, looking for a source
of food. His now shoulder blade length brown hair grimy and oily
from lack of care, he even had split ends. (SORRY!!! It had
to have happened!!! I‘m serious! Think about it!
There
was a lack of water on L2 and only the rich could afford it! The
poor waited for ‘rain’. Even if he could steel the shampoo he
wouldn‘t
be able to use it!! So don‘t thwap me!!!!) As he turned the
corner in the alley he ran into something hard, thinking he just turned
to soon and walked into the wall he got up and was about to start
walking
again when he heard a voice. Startling him he looked up at the
speaker.
He had waist length crimped blond hair and brown eyes that took on a
shade
of deep red.

“Hey kid, you alright?” He looked to be
about fourteen
or fifteen. I looked up at him, popping my neck in the process
from
lack of use. He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came
out. then dark circles began to fill his vision, going to a
flash of white before he passed out.

For Duo things seemed to slow to, a stop, giving
him a
small brake from his reality. But then it started up again.
He saw himself lying on a small hard mattress, surrounded by five
faces.
One being the man he’d run into in the ally. He smile weakly up
at
them all. Because no matter how tough the situation was he would
always smile. Smile to give others hope, hope he didn’t even have
himself. To remember his mother, who could always lighten up a
room,
no matter how dark.

Flashes of the two years he spent with Solo, the
bond
man who’d saved him from dying in an ally on L2. He’d given him
the
name ‘Key’, for he was such a good lock pick and pickpocket. Solo
had always been protective of him, and he acted differently than the
others.
But Duo had always thought of it as the way an older brother would act,
not a lover. But a plague swept through L2, only the rich being
able
to afford the cure. Duo never got the cold, never being sick in
his
life for some reason. Solo had gone to sleep one night holding
Duo
in his arms, right before they fell into sleep he whispered into his
ear,
“Don’t let life pull you down to earth, jump into his arms
instead.
Earth ain’t that bad once ya find someone who cares for ye.”

And after he’d closed his eyes that night, they
never
opened again. How’d you like to wake up next to a dead
body?
Duo called himself ‘Duo’ from then on in honor of Solo. It was
his
way of showing he still cared. Days flashed as seconds before
Duo’s
eyes, coming to rest o the day Sister Helen and father Maxwell died in
the Maxwell Church massacre. When Duo had gotten back from school
Sister Helen was just barley alive. he held her in his arms,
listening
to her soft voice. “Du... Duo. I’m so glad you’re
alright.
Aren't you?”

“Sister!’

“Don’t worry us like that. The Father was
thinking
of you till his last moment...”

“I’ll call a doctor right away!”

“The federation army has come.... we can’t.....
leave
here....”

“Is.... Is it my fault? Because I stoll a
mobile
suit from the federation army?!”

“The Father was..... a wonderful example.... He
preached
peace to... everyone till the end...”

“What do you mean wonderful?! He was just
stupid.
Wasn’t he?! What did he accomplish by getting himself killed?”

She brought her hand up to Duo‘s check, only to
fall down
limp with her last words. “Duo.... May god..... Bless you....
and....
keep.... you”

Duo just sat there for a moment before he started
to cry.
He hadn’t cried in a long time, but, it felt good. It felt good
to
let his pent up emotions out for once.

Memories of when he snuk(2) his way onto G’s
ship,
eventually getting caught, G turning him into a gundam pilot. All
the while his mask was firm in place. Then his recent memories of
Brad(3) took over his vision.

He felt slender arms wrap around his waist from
behind
him, Sister Helen’s Voice whispering into his ear. “Duo, remember
what Solo said to you? Duo... You can’t let this get to
you.
You can over come it.”

“But what if Heero-”

“You won’t know until you ask Duo.”

~*~*~*~*~

Duo’s eyes slowly fluttered, then opening.
He just
stared at the ceiling for a moment, letting his sleepy eyes adjust to
the
light. He looked down at himself, seeing Heero asleep next to
him,
hand held in his he smiled. Then Heero’s eyes opened, locking
with
duo’s for a brief moment before Heero was hugging him.

Duo, very surprised by Heero’s sudden action, but
not
at all unwanted whispered in his scratchy voice, hoarse from disuse,
“So,
I guess, you don’t hate me?”

Heero leaned back and looked Duo in the eyes,
never for
a moment letting go, “I could never hate you Duo.”

Duo smiled and leaned into Heero, realizing that
if he
let himself, he could be happy, truly, truly happy. He’d done
what
Solo told him to, he didn’t let life drag him down, He’d jumped, jumped
into Heero’s awaiting arms.

TBC

1) I have no idea how to spell that one and
because
I was so far off my spell checker couldn’t help me and I’m WAY TOO lazy
to go get a dictionary.

2) I don’t care if this isn’t a word I’m using
it anyway.

3) Didn’t his name used to be Braidy?
^^;;
oops.... I realize my mistake just a few chapter too late ne?
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