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My Angel	By : shinigamiinochi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My Angel

Chapter 2

Author�s
Note: Man, I have been way too productive lately, I
think I�m scaring my friends. I blame it on Nanowrimo.

�� Duo awoke with sunlight burning into his eyes, which he was
not used to since he never opened his shades, even in the day. With a squeak,
he fell out of bed and landed in a clutter of paper. He rubbed at his head
indignantly. Had he gotten drunk or something? He usually didn�t feel so fuzzy
and well rested in the morning. Though, he didn�t usually drink alcohol as he
was afraid that he might turn into an alcoholic or a violent drunk. He had
heard stories about struggling artists turning to alcohol and drugs for inspiration
and did not want to be one of those artists. He desperately tried to remember
what had happened last night. He had gone out and saw a fire in the field. Or
at least he had assumed it was a fire, but instead, all he saw was a bright
light then� then� Duo thought harder. Then someone fell from the sky. No, not
fell, floated. Someone with a beautiful face and pure white
wings. Duo shook his head and laughed at himself. He had to have been
drunk. Even if he believed in God or Heaven, which he didn�t, just the idea of
seeing an angel made Duo consider checking himself into a health clinic. Still,
the angel had been gorgeous�

�� Suddenly, for the first time in awhile, Duo had the urge to
draw. Duo rushed to his desk and sat, grabbing pencils. He didn�t care if he
had dreamed it or not, the angel had been a miracle, even if it was just all in
his head.

�� Trowa sighed again as he and
Quatre walked to Duo�s door.

�� We shouldn�t be bothering him,� Trowa
tried to convince his lover, �He�s been very busy and he has deadlines.�

�� He hasn�t drawn anything in weeks,� Quatre protested, �What
he needs is to get back on the dating scene. What happened to Zechs made him stop drawing, but once he finds someone
else, everything will be back to normal.�

�� Trowa bit his lip to keep from criticizing
Quatre. That wasn�t the truth at all. Yes, Duo had stopped drawing after Zechs had died, but Trowa
understood that it was mourning that was affecting Duo�s talent, but guilt.
Even if he was in mourning, more dating was not going to cure it. Duo needed to
figure things out on his own and Trowa didn�t think
that them stopping by every hour to check on him was going to improve Duo�s
drawing block. Trowa thought all of these things, but
did not say anything. He rather liked sleeping in bed and not on the couch.
Quatre meant well, but he was always so concerned with making things perfect and
fixing people, he ended up interfering in situations that needed to fix
themselves. And yet, here they were, knocking on Duo�s door once more. Trowa was instantly worried when he heard cursing and it
took a good five minutes for Duo to answer the door. Trowa
understood why Quatre was so insistent on looking after Duo. That first week
after the funeral had been brutal. Duo had been� well, not suicidal, but not
mentally fit, either. More like subtlety self destructive.
But, as time went on, Duo had gotten better. Sure, he was still caught in a dark
spiral of depression, but this was more because of the fact that he could no
longer draw and being lonely with no one in his apartment than outright angst
at Zechs� death. Duo was not a cold person. Trowa knew that Duo was still sad about his boyfriend�s
death, but they had not been close like Trowa and
Quatre were and Trowa was confident that Duo would
get over it. Right now he was more worried about Duo�s artistic skills. It was
not so much his inability to make money as it was just the act of drawing. Duo
had gone through a lot of abandonment in his life. His parents had dropped him
off at an orphanage when he was six and had never come back for him or even
visited. The orphanage had shut down after the two owners had died from a drive
by shooting and the orphanage did not have sufficient funds to stay open. That
was the problem with living in such a poor area. Crimes like that happened
every day. After being bounced from one abusive foster family to the next, Duo
gave up and ran to the streets. He had just narrowly escaped being a prostitute
or common druggy thug when one of Quatre�s fellow editors had discovered one of
Duo�s murals on an alley wall and had sought him out. Duo had been leery at
first, but once he had drawn a few sketches for the man and the man had given
him a contract and a paycheck, Duo�s doubts flew out the window. Duo drew like
a victim of abuse would attack a punching bag. Quatre had once complained that
he had never seen Duo crying, but he didn�t need to. His art was his tears. He
poured all of his fears and insecurities into his drawings. So now, when he
couldn�t draw, it was all getting backed up again like a bubble of pus in an
organ. Also, Shini had been missing for three days
now. Duo was worried about his cat, but even though he had put up missing
posters, no one had found her. It was actually Quatre�s fault and he felt so
bad about it. Duo had asked him to check up on her when he had gone grocery
shopping as the cat had the tendency to chew on weird things. Quatre had gone
into Duo�s apartment, but then heard his own phone ring and had run back to his
room, leaving Duo�s door wide open. When Quatre had gone back, the cat was
nowhere to be found. When Quatre had begged Duo for forgiveness, saying he would
buy him another cat, Duo had exploded. He had had the childish, but
understandable reaction: �I don�t want another cat, I want my cat!� Then, Duo
had started to cry which was a rare and startling sight. Neither of them blamed
Duo, Shini was his only companion besides Trowa and Quatre and the cat had never abandoned him
before. It was like all of the other relationships in his life, things were
going great and Duo was loving the person or creature
so unconditionally, but then they would abandon him when he needed them the
most. Trowa honestly didn�t know what they were going
to do if they never found the black cat.

�� The door finally opened and Duo peaked out. Trowa and Quatre were stunned by his appearance. For one,
his eyes were shining with life and there was a grin on his face, another thing
was that he was covered in paint and there was even a little smidge of blue on
his nose.

�� Can I help you?� He asked impatiently.

�� Duo, what�s going on?� Quatre asked. Duo hopped from foot
to foot like he had to pee.

�� Um, I�m kinda working on a
project right now, so if you don�t need anything, could you come back later,
like, much later?�

�� Trowa had seen this side of Duo
before. Once the longhaired American got started on something big, he didn�t
want to stop. He said that stopping for even so much as a glass of water would
interrupt his �flow�. When they tried to talk to him during one of these grand
projects, he would act impatient and at times, rude, though they both knew he
didn�t mean to be, it was just how Duo worked. Trowa
smiled reassuringly at Duo.

�� Duo that�s great!� Quatre squealed in happiness. Trowa pulled his hyperactive lover away from the door.

�� We won�t bother you until you�re done and I�m proud of
you, Duo,� Trowa said. Duo�s grin grew.

�� Thanks!� He said and slammed the door shut. They could
hear him on the other side running back to whatever he was doing. They walked
back to their own apartment and Trowa vowed to make
Duo the apple pie he liked so much as a celebration.

�� See?� He told Quatre, �Everything�s fine, now.� Quatre
crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

�� Yeah, but I still say that he needs to get laid.�

�� Quatre!�

End Chapter 2

No, Heero is not a figment of
Duo�s imagination. Yes, Heero will be showing up in the next chapter. �
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