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the definition of love	By : shinigamiinochi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Definition of Love

Chapter 2

�� Heero, can I sleep
with you?�

�� Duo� what? What are you doing out of bed? You�re shaking!
What�s wrong?�

�� There�s
a scary man in my room.�

�� Duo,
how many times do I have to tell you? There are no such things as monsters.�

�� But I
saw him!�

�� You
just had a nightmare.�

�� *sniff*
Please! I�m scared��

�� Alright,
come here.�

�� You�ll
always protect me, right, Heero?�

�� Of
course I will, go to sleep.�

�� Pinky swear, even if I�m bad?�

�� Alright,
I pinky swear, and you�re never bad. I promise, I�m your big brother,
it�s my job to protect you. Now, go to sleep.�

�� I love
you, Heero.�

�� I love
you, too, silly.�

�� Duo blinked senselessly at the clock, his mind unable
to connect the annoying buzzing in his ear to the blinking display. It took a
few minutes, but his brain finally caught up with the rest of him and he
grumbled. He hated early mornings. All he wanted was to curl up in the warm
sheets. He had been having a pleasant dream, though he couldn�t remember what
it was about. Then, it finally clicked. Him. Heero. School. He rolled out of bed
with a grin. As his muscles stretched, he groaned. He was sore again. He had
this tendency to curl up into a little ball while he was asleep which would
hurt his back and legs if he kept the position for too long. He did some
stretches that Heero had taught him and grabbed a pair of new jeans and a
violet colored t-shirt that brought out his eyes. He was excited. He knew that
it was childish, but he couldn�t help it. He was sad about leaving everything
behind, but he knew that this place could be home, too. He was also a little bit
glad that they had moved. Maybe a change of scenery would be good for all of
them. Maybe mom would be happier here, away from the memories and constant
reminders� Duo shook his head. Really, there was only one thing that annoyed
him about the move. They had moved across state and the high school they were
attending would be much different from Heero�s high school. Since Duo had never
been to high school, this didn�t make much of a difference. But for Heero, it
was going to be difficult. Everything he had accomplished in the last two years
and a half was useless and all the things that he needed to join his fellow juniors
he had not learnt in his last high school. So, the seventeen year old boy was
stuck in Duo�s freshman class. It wasn�t fair! Heero was so smart, he didn�t
even belong in this school, he should be at college or have private tutors! Mom
didn�t understand what Heero needed, but Duo did. His brother was rotting away
amongst the normal throng of students who didn�t understand just how important
education was. But, since it was inevitable, Duo would just have to make sure
that Heero didn�t get too depressed. After all, Heero was the best big brother
there was. According to the kids that he had hung out with at their old home,
big brothers were supposed to be bullies, only good for teasing and punching,
but Heero wasn�t like that at all. They were more like best friends and Duo
always felt like he could tell him anything. It was different with their
mother. With her, it was like they had a hundred secrets. His big brother never
told her that they studied together in his room at night, but whenever they
went out together, he would tell her every single detail of their day, which
seemed to placate her somehow. He hadn�t understood his mother as a child and
he understood her even less now that he was a teenager and he had quickly lost
his child adoration of his parent. He just didn�t understand why she distanced
herself from them, especially Heero and he didn�t understand why she was so
angry all the time.

�� After brushing out his ever growing hair and tying it up
into a braid, Duo ran downstairs. His mother hated his hair. When he was
little, she had snuck into his room to cut it, but his father had stopped her
and become adamant about allowing Duo to keep some sort of independence. Even
now, when it was just the three of them, she showed her hatred for the cinnamon
locks, but didn�t try to get rid of it beyond scolding and attempts to convince
him. She was already up and moving around in the kitchen as he ran down the
stairs, book bag slung over one shoulder and braid trailing behind him like a
banner. He couldn�t see what she was doing, but there was no smell of food in
the kitchen. Of course, she had never been much of a cook and Duo preferred
cooking for all of them anyway. His mother�s head shot up and glared at him.

�� Duo Maxwell! You are a boy, not a
monkey and you will act like one and not bounce around on the steps! Are you
trying to destroy this house before we�ve started living here?!� Her voice was
sharp, but Duo ignored her as he always did, or at least he tried to. Her voice
cut through his heart like a knife, but he refused to let her make him bleed. Never again.

�� What the hell are you wearing?!� Eliza Yuy-Maxwell
snarled as she took in his jeans and t-shirt which framed his growing body
nicely. Too nicely. Duo grabbed a loaf of bread from
the cupboard and put four slices into the toaster.

�� It�s no big deal, ma, it�s just school and everyone
dresses like this!� Duo tried to reassure her. He knew that working her up into
a frenzy this early in the morning was never a good
idea.

�� We must make a good impression. We are new here and I won�t
having you look like a slut!�

�� Duo looked at her in shock at the harsh words and pure
hatred in her voice. He hated her when she was like this and hated himself for
hating her. Why couldn�t he be a good son? He had to be a good boy, he would go
back upstairs and change, he would-

�� He does not look like a slut, mother,� Heero said coldly
from the stairs. Eliza�s blue eyes narrowed at her older son.

�� All teenagers wear clothes like that, if he went to school
wearing a suit and tie, people might get ideas,� Heero said, his voice not
warming a single bit, but his eyes were soft as he looked at Duo. Duo smiled
gratefully at him. He was always there to rescue him, be it from a rabid dog or
a bully or even their own mother. Eliza backed down from that stony blue gaze,
so much like her own, yet so much sharper in youth and something else that she
hated. She looked back down at the paper, ignoring the two boys in the kitchen.
Heero went to the toaster, bumping shoulders with Duo in a comforting gesture. Duo
grinned at him, threading his fingers through Heero�s. He didn�t notice the
heavy blush on his brother�s face.

�I love you, Heero.�

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