Destination Eden (revised)
Chapter 3
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font-weight:normal'>Yay, let the matchmaking begin! Have to warn you though, I
have inserted an own character to couple Heero and Duo. And it’s a girl! I’ve
already had a lot of bad comments about her. Some said I should kill her off,
and then someone else said she hated her even more than Relena. But I’ve said
it before, and I’ll say it again. She *is* a vital part of the story. Otherwise
I would throw her out as well, believe me. But she will bring them two
together. And also Quatre and Trowa, well, Qautre mostly, push Duo to confess
his feelings to Heero in this chapter.
Have fun!
Chapter
3
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style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Perfect! This was just
great! Her first day at work and she was already late. Stupid traffic. She
should’ve foreseen this. Tomorrow she would
get up ten minutes earlier. Close to despair and with an anxious eye
continuously fixed on her watch, she had tried her best to maneuver her way
through the streets. Here a congestion, there a diversion, too many red lights.
Lately you couldn’t take one step outside without the streets being turned
upside down and inside out. She was relieved to see she wasn’t the only one who
in vain had tried to avoid the antics of the street workers. Oh well, antics.
They only did what they were told to after all.
The first thing she saw when she dashed out of the
etor tor with an undoubtedly red face, was a gigantic aquarium, standing amidst
a farrago of tropical looking flowers she didn’t know the name of. All around
there were several doors, leading to offices.
A grlooklooking woman with blonde hair was waiting for
her.
“Finally, you’re here! Well, go wait over there.”
Annoyed, she pointed in the direction of one of the doors. “That idiot who’s
responsible for you is too late anyway, for a change.” That were the first
words she said to her. Was something else than a good morning, ne?
“My name is Relena Peacecraft, that is miss Peacecraft
for you. I’m the head of this company and I expect to be treated with the
suited respect. Have I made myself clear?” she explained with a immodest
arrogance. Then she disappeared in the elevator.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size0pt'0pt'>A little bit intimidated and
with an annoyed feeling in her stomach she – first of all felt if her nose was
still attached to her face – then she stepped towards the desk that the gruff
looking woman, *Miss* Peacecraft, had showed her. There was only one chair. A
blue, comfortable looking desk chair which surely wasn’t meant for her. Still
she sat on it. She looked at the somewhat messy desk in front of her while she
took a Belgian waffle out of her purse. With her other hand she grabbed a stray
hole punch and looked at it from all corners, as if she had never seen one in
her entire life. Filled to the brim, about to burst open. “Typical,” she
sighed. A woman would fit perfectly in this mess. Just as she went to open the
thing and empty it in the waste-basket, she heard a flustered manly voice
coming from somewhere near the elevator.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I’m sorry I’m so late!
Traffic, you know.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Duo, one of these days…”
she heard her boss muttering.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I’m sorry. But I’ve had a
terrible night, and because of that I got up late,” he interrupted her.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Oh, had nightmares again?”
she asked, a lot softer and almost compassionate now.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>There was a short silence before
some more mumbling, but she failed to catch any of the words. When the man came
in, she almost choked on the waffle which was serving as a quick breakfast.
Saying he looked good would’ve been an understatement and would’ve been a grave
injustice to him. That braid. Bit weird. But very nice, though.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>She collected her common
sense and conjured a sunny smile to her face. “Good morning,” she said
cheerfully.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>She was human after all. The
witch had feelings. She showed compassion for what he had gone through and
didn’t see it as some kind of excuse when sometimes he arrived late at the
office. And an excuse it never was. Nightmare after nightmare he had seen
playing in front of his eyes while he was sleeping. So many times he had seen
her in their burning house. She was looking through the window of their
bedroom, standing there with her hands reaching out to him. He ran and ran, but
didn’t advance. Then the roof collapsed and suddenly she was gone. The earth
split open and swallowed him to take him to the deepest pits of hell, the ruler
there was always the same; an eerie, burly devil with the face of her father.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>A merry “Good morning”
greeted him when he entered his office. He absent-mindedly looked up at the
woman and felt like he was walking right into one of his dreams as he saw her.
Dreams, no nightmares this time. “G-good morning,” he stuttered, his violet
eyes almost popping out. It was as if lightning had struck right in front of
his feet. Was tthe the new employee Lady Une had been talking about, the new
employee that he, of all people had to train, and would eventually become his
new colleague? God, she looked exactly like the woman he had lost not all that
long ago.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Enjoy your meal,” he said,
taking off his coat and hanging it on the hat stand, trying to somewhat
function in a normal way.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Thank you. Didn’t have any
time to have breakfast,” she said with her mouth still half full.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Now that you mention it, me
neither,” he sighed, and his protesting stomach agreed with that.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Want some?” she asked,
offering him a piece of the waffle.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Sure, why not,” he said
shrugging, taking the food. “Can’t work on an empty stomach, ne?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>He sucked on it instead of
biting of it and out of the corner of his eye he kept a close watch on her, his
gaze raking up and down.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“What?” she asked, slightly
amused.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-fonze:1ze:10.0pt'>“Nothing,” he said, quickly
looking away. For six months he had lived in a downward vortex of pain and
grief, and that had changed him a lot. No more flirting, no more babbling all
day. He had become, well, pathetic, in spite of all the efforts from his friends
to cheer him up.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I haven’t introduced myself
yet,” he said suddenly, offering his hand to her. “My name is Duo Maxwell. Nice
to meet you.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Oh, same to you. My name is
Heidi Schmitzer,” she replied, shaking his offered . “E. “Excuse me, but… are
you foreign?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“American,” he said with a
rejecting gesture of his hand, like he wanted to slap the subject away. “My
name, I know. But talking about foreign, your name doesn’t exactly sound very
native either, does it?” He tapped his finger against his bottom lip and
decided to throw the piece of waffle away.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Hey!” she squeaked,
sprinting to the waste-basket. “I didn't give you that to throw it away!”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>He ignored her comments and
kept on staring at her with a pondering frown. “Or am I mistaken?” he asked.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Pou at at him from by the
waste-basket, her face all of a sudden switched back to merriment. “Born and
bred here in this very country, Duo. Know it as if it was my own pocket.” She
frowned when he took a relieved breath. “But I have German parents,” she
continued, giving a giggle.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>He squeezed his upper arm, in
an attempt to anchor in the mess his guts were in. This was getting weirder by
the second; what would be next? The same perfume? Who was this girl? It was as
if she was Hilde’s reincarnation, as if she continued her life in her, wanted
to let him know he shouldn’t stop living and had to show the love he had hidden
inside of him to others. She wanted to make him love that woman, and let her seduce
him if she wanted to. She would let him enjoy the way she looked at him now
from the desk chair. Challenging, but also with a twinge of playfulness.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Well then,” she said,
putting her one leg over her other. “What about doing some work?” Already busy
seducing on her first day of work. She should be ashamed of herself.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Right.” He jumped up from
his pondering. “Alright, but… your sitting in my chair.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>She pouted again and threw
him a reproaching look. “Come on now, be a gentleman,” she muttered, switching
on the computer. “What else did that guy up in heaven give you legs for?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I’m your superior. You have
e obe obedient. Please get off my chair,” he said stubbornly, drawing on what
little patience he had.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“You are not my superior.
I’m an employee, and so are you. All you have to do is show me how everything
works in this company and how I have to handle all that… stuff,” she insisted,
waving her hand over the computer and other equipment. “Now, are you gonna help
me?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>He narrowed his eyes and put
on a mock, hostile face. Duo Maxwell had met his equal. “Fine, you win,” he
barked.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>He shuffled towards her with
caution. He didn’t want to get trapped in her web, but the fact that he
actually smelt the same perfume when he bowed over her to enter the password of
his computer, almost drove him crazy. Second squeeze. The chair this time.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Startled he pulled away from
her and looked at her with big eyes and his mouth open.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“What’s wrong?” she asked,
surprised. She turned around in her chair and felt the back of it. Had it
become burning hot for some weird reason? Nothing out of the ordinary.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Nothing,” he said nervously.
“But… It’s just that…”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>She arched an eyebrow and
turned toward him completely. “What? If something’s wrong then please, tell me.
Maybe I can help you.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>That voice. So hauntingly
familiar. Creepy! This was just plain creepy! Did she do this on purpose? Was
this just coincidence, or was there really some kind of a connection?
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Sweat started crawling down
his back and he staggered backwards towards the door, his frightened eyes fixed
on her. “Nnn-no! This can’t be happening! Who are you?!”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>She looked at him with a
dubious face while insanity and madness were merrily having a party. She
followed him when he bolted out of the office in the direction of the toilets.
A smack and the door was closed.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>She ran after him and
without any scruplehe phe pushed the door open. She didn’t see him at first.
Must’ve been in one of the stalls.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Duo? Are you okay?” she
asked softly. It stayed silent for a while, but suddenly the silence was broken
by a loud sob.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Duo…” she said insecurely.
“Duo, are you crying?”
style='font-size:12.0pt-bid-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Again a short silence, but
longer than the last time. Just when she was about to go away again, she heard
his voice anew.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>He waited a few moments
before he spoke. Unspoken offended pride. She had heard him crying. “Leave me
alone. Please go away. I want to be alone for a second,” he said with a broken
voice.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Did I say something wrong?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>His answer was yet another
sob. She gave a sigh and turned around, but as she pulled the door open again
she almost bumped into two of her male colleagues, quite good looking, just as
Duo. In fact *very* good looking. The one with the blond hair had soft and
sweet features, and in some way reminded her of an angel fallen down from the
heavens who hadn’t found his way back. Or didn’t want to. He was accompanied by
a guy with brown hair, who had a body and a face that simply screamed out to be
worshiped, and the fact that his hand was trapped in the blonde one’s showed
clearly who had the privilege to do that.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Oh, I’m sorry,” was the
angelic one’s reaction. “But…” With a confused look he pulled his head outside
again and looked at the tag next to the door to see if he wasn’t mistaking. Men's
lavatory? Men's lavatory. “Oh, but wait a minute!” elleelled. “You’re the new
one, right? These are the men's lavatories, you know. You’re not supposed to be
in here.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“For your information, “the
new one” has got a name. I’m Heidi,” she said somewhat offended. “And I know
that these are the men's toilets. I have eyes in my head, you know.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Yes, you do have eyes,” the
other one said pondering. Eyes which somehow reminded him of someone. And not
only those eyes, the entire girl. He had heard
rumors that there was a double walking around somewhere on this planet
for everyone. Never known it could be so weird when you all of a sudden were in
that ‘somewhere on this planet’.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“And I’m hbecabecause there
is something wrong with Duo,” she continued. “He's already acted weird the
moment he saw me, but then, all of a sudden, when he leaned over me to enter
pas password to his computer, he simply lost it.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Yeah, I can imagine that,”
he sighed.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Excuse me?!” she yelled.
Spoken pride offended.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“No, it’s not personal!” he
said quickly, raising his hands in apology. “But you know…” His voice went
lost his girlfriend in a fire, and you look exactly like her.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I do?” she said surprised.
“I didn’t know that. So maybe I’d better go back and just leave him for now.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Yeah, maybe that’s a good
idea,” the first one replied. “And by the way, I’m Quatre, and this is Trowa,”
he said, pointing to the man next to him.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Nice to meet you. I’m
Heidi,” she said. “But you already knew thatay, ay, I’m gone now,” she
whispered, and on the tips of her toes, as if making a noise now would make the
sky come falling down, she closed the door behind her and headed back to the
office.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Meanwhile, Quatre and Trowa were
left to sway Duo into opening his one by one meter cage.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Duo, open the door,” Trowa
commanded softly.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“No,” came the answer.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Quatre pulled a pitiful
face, knowing the world would first have to come to an end before he would
listen, obstinate as he could be.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Duo, open the door,” Trowa
repeated.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“No,” he replied. Obstinate,
like I said.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>The lowered eyes of Quatre
looked back up to his lover, a determined look in them. Then he turned to the
closed door. “Duo, we’re not leaving. I didn’t hesitate all those years ago to
pull you out of your misery and I’m not going to hesitate this time either. We
care about you, and it’s obvious there’s something bothering you,” he said.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Well, have I got news for
you! Hilde died just six months ago, and here practically her twin sister walks
in, whom I have to work together with for God knows how long!” he yelled.
“Can’t a guy be a littlernfurnful?!”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Quatre stayed quiet for a
moment, but then continued. “I’m sure that’s not the only thing, Duo.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Silence again. He seemed to
have hung himself in there or something.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Listen Duo, I don’t care
where we discuss this. Here in the lavatory, where anyone can walk in on us, or
back in my office, where it’s quiet. It’s up to you.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>There still seemed to be
some kind of life in that little cabinet. After some stumbling and sniffing the
lock finally clicked open and he followed Quatre and Trowa to their office in a
lazy, sauntering, most reluctant kind of way. On his way, he looked at
everything, except for the two preceding him. The regular seams in the parquet
floor, the ridiculous purple color of the paint against the walls, the rain
seeping melancholically along the windows.
style='font-size0pt;0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Sit,” Trowa said curtly,
who only seemed to be there to give out orders, while he closed the door.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Duo rolled his eyes and
heaved an exasperated sigh. “Yes sir,” he muttered sarcastically, slumping down
into the nearest chair and looking at both of them. “Shoot,” he said. “Let the
lecture begin.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>But Quatre didn’t say
anything, and neither did Trowa.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Well?” Duo said.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>The blond boy’s stare rested
upon him, he seemed to be trying to peel off Duo’s skin to bare his wounded
soul, to release him from his torture. It hurt him to see one of his closest
friends in so much pain, and as a master in swaying people into telling their
deepest emotions with his endearing and angelic features, he obliged himself to
put an end to it.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Duo, something is bothering
you. Tell me what it is, for God’s sake, talk about it,” he said softly.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Duo sighed again and buried
his face in both his hands. He had played the tough guy all this time, but in
fact he was relieved to be able to finally pour his heart out to someone, to
break that dam and let his emotional river flow. Parents; he didn’t have any to
cry his heart out to, and his father-in-law, he was rather a liability. Maybe
he had found support with his mother-in-law, but then he first had to find a
way to pay heaven a visit, coz she was dead. “I miss her, Quatre. She was
special to me, I loved her, I wanted to marry her, hell, she was even pregnant...
And now she’s gone. It’s killing me, Quat. It’s tearing me down. Now she has
vanished, my heart seems to have vanished as well. It’s so empty inside,” he sniffled.
“And it doesn’t stop there, no. It isn’t cruel enough yet. Of all the people
walking around here on this earth, practically her twin sister gets to be my
new colleague. Do you even know what that means, Quatre? It seems like she’s
still alive, like it’s really her who’s sitting there next to me, but she
isn’t. I’d cry every time I see her, I’d cry when I try t som some work, all
the timcry cry for her.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Quatre gingerly approached
him and carefully removed his hands so he could see his face. “You’re not
crying now, are you?” he said softly when he saw no tears.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Quatre, I thought you
would’ve been brighter than that, that you would understand,” he said, his
words disjointed. “My eyes are dry, but my heart keeps on watering. It’s a
never-ending flood of tears, it never stops, never dries up. And it never will.
So don’t go telling me I have to try and put myself out of it, it’s no use,
nothing can take that pain away.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I’m not talking about
taking it away, Duo. Only softening it. Maybe she can help you. She feels for
you, I can see that. Maybe if you start a relationship with that girl…”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“If I start a relationship
with that girl, I won’t be able to love her because of who she really is. I’ll
always see her as Hilde. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Quatre cast his eyes down.
“I understand. Either way, something has to be done about it though, right?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I know. But it still
remains to be seen that starting an affair with her is the right solution. And
yes, Quatre, I know. I shouldn’t be too harsh on her. It’s not her fault.”
Jud by by Quatre’s silence, he thought the conversation was over, so he wanted
to stand up, but the Arabian pushed him back down.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Hold on, still one thing,”
he said.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>A surprised and expectant
look in his eyes, Duo looked up to him. “What Quatre?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“You know, Heidi’s not the
only one who’s after you.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Oh? Who else is after me? I
don’t know anything about that.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Don’t act like you’re
falling out of the sky. I’m sure you’ve already seen it. You have flirted a lot
more with him than with the rest of us, and I’m sure that wasn’t without a
reason.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Him? Are you talking about
Heero, Quatre?” he asked in disbelief. “Are you actually saying he’s in love
with me?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Ever since Hilde died, you
avert your eyes when you see him, you close them, so you cannot see the love
he’s trying to show you, in spite of the fact he isn’t allowed to. It hurts him
that you keep on ignoring him. And even though he shouldn’t show it, it would
help him a lot if he at least knew you care and don’t just see him like
something you can toy with whenever you feel like it.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“But I… I don’t… I’m not
like that,” he stammered. “I’m noke yke you and Trowa, really.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Quatre considered him for a
moment. “You know what I think, Duo?” he asked.
styfontfont-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“No, but you’re about to
tell me, I guess.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“You’re right, you’re not
like me and Trowa.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Thought so-“
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“You’re somewhere in
between, aren’t ya? You like both of them.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Duo’s eyes widened and he
leaned forward in his chair. “What did you say, Quatre? Are you insinuating
that…”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Of course, it’s so
obvious,” he said, like he had only just seen the light in the darkness. “Your
flirtatious behavior when Hilde was still alive has given you away. You made
moves to men *and* women, especially to Heero. All those years you have played
with him, without meaning. Have you ever thought about how hard it must’ve been
for him?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“That was only for fun!” Duo
still tried to defend himself, but Quatre knew he had him, and Duo realized he
couldn’t hide it anymore. He had made a clean breast of it, and he had searched
for it himself. “Alright already, you’ve got me cornered,” he sighed in defeat.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Do you love him, Duo?”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I… I guess that… I” An
answer which made any sense at all didn’t seem to come, but instead he slowly
nodded his head, his eyes lowered. Hd tod to admit, Heero was a walking wet
dream, but he didn’t have the faintest idea if he saw him in the same way he
did.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Why don’t you show it then?
Not all at once that you love him, but at least that you care t hit him.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I can’t do that.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Why not?” Quatre urged.
Apparently he had made it his quest to purge the world of any pain, which of
course was impossible, so he annoyed his comrades with his well meant sermons.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“I have my reasons!” he
said, slightly annoyed.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>It was enough to give Quatre
a start. “Alright then,” he said. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“So do I, Quatre,” he
sighed. “So do I.”
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style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>To be continued…