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Crying To The Walls	By : Naomi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Crying To The Walls
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-Epilogue
- 1
- 2
- 3
Crying To The Walls

CRYING TO THE WALLS

PART TWO

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*   *

//�You
shouldn�t have expected a �forever�.�

�I
think we should start seeing other people.�

�I think
it would be good for us to break up for a while.�

�There�s
no such thing as �forever�.�//

Cruel words. They were
such cruel words... They lingered onto his skin and didn�t let go. Wouldn�t let
go. See other people. No more Duo. Duo didn�t want him anymore. No more
forever. There was no such thing as forever.

Heero fell down to his
knees, looking up at Duo with wide and tearful eyes. Tears ran down his pale
cheeks, staining his lovely face with waterfalls of misery. His mouth was still
open in shock, his lips trembling to keep from crying.

�No...� He cried,
voice begging. �I t wat want other people...� He continued sobbing, looking up
at Duo, his eyes begging him to take those awful words back. �I don�t want
anyone else! I want you!� He screamed, sobbing hard. He was holding Duo�s shirt
now, his fists clutched around the thin fabric, and he pulled it, like a pet
seeking attention. �Duo! Please! Why are you doing this? Why now? What did I
do? Please tell me what I did wrong...� He howled, more tears pouring out of
his baby-blue eyes. �Duo...� His head suddenly dropped down, and he sniffled
pathetically. �Duo...�

�I�m sorry, Heero.�
The braided man answered quietly, voice neutral. He reached down a hand and
petted the top of Heero�s bowed head. He sighed deeply. �But it�s just not it
anymore. I�m sorry. I can�t go on like this, it�s not fair to you and it�s not
good for me. The spark is gone. No one is to blame, it�s just like that.�

Again Heero sniffled,
his sobs calming down. �You�re sick of me...�

Duo nearly winced at
the heartbroken voice, his caressing of Heero�s hair stopping. He withdrew his
hand from the silken stands and placed it gently under Heero�s chin. He lifted
the broken boy�s head up, violet meeting blue. He smiled sadly at him.

�It was good while it
lasted, Heero. But it had to end sometime. Now is the time, I�m afraid.�

�I can be better...�
Heero whispered, voice hoarse from tears. He looked up at his braided love,
eyes glistering with tears. �Tell me what to do...�

�Go out. Live. Meet
other people. You�re still so young, and there�s so much more out there for
you...� He explained softly, caressing Heero�s damp cheek.

The Japanese boy
closed his eyes and leaned into the caress, lingering to the last shred of
tender touch he will get from the one he loved.

�It doesn�t mean we
can�t see each other anymore. We can still be friends. Breaking up doesn�t mean
breaking all connections.�

Heero opened his eyes
and looked up at him, confused. �I can still live here? With you?�

Duo smiled gently. �If
you so choose.�

Heero forced hims to to smile back. �Aa. That�s what I choose.� He answered, voice determined.
Determined to get Duo back. To make him like him again. He will learn how, he
didn�t care what he had to do. He will learn. He will get Duo back. No matter
what.

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*   *

Three weeks passed
since that awful night that had left Heero�s heart in shredded and bleeding
pieces. They still lived together, though now Duo slept on the couch rather
than in their bedroom. He said it was okay with him, but Heero still felt
guilty for having the bed. He offered to take the couch instead of Duo, but the
braided boy said that since he�s hardly home, it�s only fair that Heero took
the bed.

Sadly enough, it was
true. Duo was never home these days. He was always �out�. Either it was out
clubbing, going to a pub, hanging out with friends, going out on dates; it was
always �out�. And Heero was always left behind, alone and very much depressed.
He was lonely, lonelier than he had ever been in his life. The house was too quiet,
too dark, too cold without a braided boy with a cheeky face to lighten up the
place with his laughter and endless chatter. The television was a poor
substitute.

So Heero ed
ed
himself with housework. He cleaned and sparkled even if the place didn�t show
one crumb of dust. He cooked and he baked and he fixed things and he did
ANYTHING he could think of to make Duo notice how useful he was.

But Duo was never home
to see it. Heero would still cook for him, still wait for him to come home and
sit with him, maybe just talk with him, if only briefly. All he wanted was to
catch just one smile, just one playful wink at his direction. That�s all he
wanted. He missed being the center of Duo�s attention. Of Duo�s affection. He
missed being touched, kissed and caressed. He missed the pleasant conversations
they used to have. He missed the silent and pleasant moments they shared. He
missed being seen, he missed the days when he was not invisible to Duo.

Duo... the Duo who was
a lover and a friend, not just a mere roommate.

He missed his Duo, but
Duo wasn�t his anymore.

�Hey! No slacking off
on the job, boss!� A familiar voice called in mock-reproach. �If Une catches
you daydreaming like that, you�ll be so fired - on a rocket!�

Heero looked up from
his blank computer screen, blinking rapidly. It took him a while to register
exactly who was the figure leaning so casually against his monitor,
grinning like an idiot. When he did realize, he jumped up, shocked.

�D--Duo...� He
stammered, quickly collection the scattered papers off his desk and arranging
them neatly. �Wha--what are you doing here?�

Duo grinned and pushed
himself off the monitor, now merely standing behind Heero�s desk. �To see how
you�re doing. You seem to be doing a lot of daydreaming lately. Anything I should
know about?� He asked with a smirk.

Heero glared at him.
�No. There�s nothing to know.� He answered, putting his papers aside. �I was
thinking about the assignment.�

�Right...� Duo rolled
his eyes, still smirking.

�Duo! Stop that! I�m
serious.�

�You always are...�
The braided boy sighed in amusement.

Heero sighed and
slumped back into his chair. The relationship between the two of them was so
strange. On the outside, they acted like best buds. Exchanging puns and such,
having lunch together sometimes, fighting over trivial things at work, all in
all, a pretty ordinary friendship. Duo seemed to be very comfortable with it,
but Heero on the other hand, was dying inside. It was so hard for him to act so
freely and friendly with Duoen oen on the inside, he was crying, begging him to
touch him, hug him, come back to him...

It was all
superficial, the way he acted next to Duo. He was just acting nice so Duo will
keep hanging around him. But all he really wanted was to cry instead of
smiling. To die instead of living. It was better form this pathetic existence
in a lie. A lie he fed himself everyday, thinking Duo would be back to him.
That he wanted to be back with him. That Duo would take him back if he�ll show
him that he was better. That he was worth of his love and attention.

He was getting sick of
this lie.

�Ne, Hee-chan.� Duo
called suddenly, jerking Heero out of his musings. He looked up at Duo, raising
an eyebrow.

�Nani?�

�I�ve got a question.
A serious one.� Duo explained, pulling out a chair, turning it so the backside
was facing the front and sitting down. He leaned on the backside of the chair.
He looked Heero straight in the eye, face dead serious. �I wasn�t joking when I
said that you should go out and experience new things. I hate seeing you cooped
up at home all the time.�

Heero swallowed and
looked away.

Duo sighed, leaning
deeper into the chair. �Heero, it�s been a month.�

�Not yet.� Heero
whispered, turning back to face Duo.�Yeah, but...�

�I think you should
start seeing other people, Heero.� Duo added, his tone suddenly serious.

Heero looked up,
doubtful. He saw the seriousness in Duo�s eyes, his utter determination and
resolve. He really wanted him to do this. And he would deny Duo nothing. Who
knows, maybe if he�ll go out with this Johnson, he would please Duo,
show him he was willing to do as he says, and then, then he will take him
back...

Forcing on a small and
sad smile, Heero nodded his head. �All right, Duo. You win. I�ll give it a
shot.�
p clp class=MsoBodyText dir=LTR style='line-height:12.0pt'>�Great!� The braided
man called happily, jumping out of his chair. �I�m glad you�re finally getting
yourself together and moving on! Don�t worry; I�ll talk to the guy for you!
Good going, Hee-chan!� He cheered and bounced happily out of Heero�s office.

The minute the door
was shut, Heero dropped the smiling façade. He leaned down on his desk,
pillowing his head in his arms. �I�ll get it together Duo... for you. Anything
for you... so we can be together...�

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*   *

Duo had set the date
as promised and even took Heero out shopping for some new clothes. He gave him
some tips to start off with and then left the apartment to his own date.

Now standing in the
living room, Heero was looking nervously at the door. He was wearing the
clothes Duo had picked for him. Duo said they looked good on him, but Heero
just felt silly, hot and overdressed, even for a date. He was wearing a white
buttoned up shirt, along with beige trousers and a matching jacket. The jacket
was a bit big, and looked a little sloppy, but it gave a nice touch. Duo had
also bought Heero matching beige shoes, saying that it was �his treat�.

Heero rolled his eyes
as he remembered how Duo tried to tame his untamable hair, using anything
possible to bring the messy mop under control. He gave up eventually, muttering
something about hopelessness and scissors. Heero just pouted sadly at the
thought that Duo didn�t like the way his hair looked anymore. Once he used to
spend nights lying next to him in bed, tousling his hair, petting it and
stroking it. It made him whimper just thinking about it.

The doorbell rang and
Heero jumped, startled. He looked at the door for a few breathless moments,
unable to move. When the bell rang a second time, he took a deep breath, ran a
trembling hand through his hair and walked to answer the door.

He took his time
unlocking it, and then slowly, hesitantly, opened it. He found himself looking
up, and up and UP at a tall man, about thirty or so. He was wearing a black
jacket and trousers but his shirt was dark blue. He was a man with a large
built, well muscled and portly. His skin was tanned and his dark blond hair was
cut military style. His eyes, sharp and narrow, were pale blue, and seemed to
have an almost clear color, which gave him an eerie look. His features were
firm and serious, and he had one small red earring in his right ear.

Heero just kept
standing there, gaping at the tall man.

�Good evening.� The
man finally spoke, handing Heero a bouquet of flowers he was holding.

Heero looked down at
the flowers, still a little shocked from the man�s appearance. He stared at the
flowers, smiling a little as he saw that they were lilacs, his favorite. He
smiled up at Johnson and gently took the flowers from him. �Thank you.� He
whispered shyly and opened the door further, so the man could enter.

�You�re very much
welcome.� He answered, his voice low bass.

�Let me put them in
some water, and then we can go.� Heero asked, walking to the kitchen.

�No problem, take your
time.� Johnson answered, looking around the small apartment. He noticed a few
framed pictures above the fireplace, and his eyes narrowed. They were pictures
of Duo and Heero together, in various places and affectionate poses. He turned
back to face the kitchen.

�Does Maxwell live
with you?� He called towards the Japanese boy.

�Aa.� Heero called
back, putting the flowers in a simple vase.
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