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Born Again	By : Naomi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This chapter is a bit longer... or
the other ones were just shorter..? Hmm... hard to tell... I think that this is
going to turn out as a long fic... ::><:: Gomen! Expect long chapters... cuz
my objective is not to make a chapter about X pages long, but to get the story
moving from point A to B. So... it should take X or Y or Z pages, but it WILL
get from one point to another... GOMEN! *begs for your forgiveness* ^^;;

BORN
AGAIN

CHAPTER
FOUR-

ECLIPSE
OF THE HEART

*   *   *

“Hands up, c’mon.” Duo let
out with a light groan, looking down at Heero with impatient eyes. They were
standing in the steamy bathroom, after Duo had given Heero his shower. In his
hand, he was holding a blue sweater, ready to put it on the boy.

“I want... I want alonR”
Heero mumbled tentatively, lips pouting.

Duo sighed. “Heero, you
already tried with the shirt, and you saw that it wasn’t working. Stop being
stubborn.” Duo demanded, sending a hasty glance at his wristwatch. He sighed
and looked up at Heero. “C’mon, Hee-chan, Wufei and Sally will be here in ANY
minute now!”

“I want!” Heero called,
pouting, trying to pull the sweater out of Duo’s grasp.na'>

“No!” Duo answered sharply,
yanking the sweater out of Heero’s weak hold. He then forcefully shoved the
sweater down Heero’s head, pushing it down and hurrying to grab Heero’s arms,
forcing them through the sleeves.

“But I wanted to!” Heero
whined, still pouting, as Duo fixed his white shirt’s collar, pulling it out
from underneath the sweater. He kneeled down and quickly tidied the white
sleeves of the shirt, folding them neatly around the blue sweater.

“There’s no time.” Duo
grunted as he fixed Heero’s dark gray trousers, for they were a little big and
kept slipping off his slim waist. While Heero did gain some weight since
they found him, and he had a much healthier look now, he was still very thin.
“I told you to get ready earlier, but you wouldn’t budge from the TV now would
you?!” He muttered with a sigh, getting up and rushing to tidy Heero’s messy
bangs a bit.

“But Eddie and Mu--”

“Yeah, yeah, I know... Edd Eddie and Murf show. But I told you we have company tonight, and if the pasta
is burning right now, it’s all your fault and you’ll have to deal with a hungry
Wufei!” He berated, planting two hands on his hips, glaring down at the b/spa/span>

Heero sniffled, bowing his
head sadly. “I’m sorry...” He mumbled, his blue eyes sad. “I’m sorry,
Duo-chan... I’m sorry...”

Duo sighed, calming down a
bit. He had been too harsh on Heero, and not for the first time either. For the
last four months all he did was bounce back and forth from frustrated outbursts
to sorrowful apologies. Always hanging between moments of joy and pride and
times of frustration and tears. Tears and joy. Hurt and laughter. A caress and
a shout. Anger and delight. Hate and love.

He was always swinging
between the two, struggling to do what’s right, but yet having a hard time to
keep his cool when things got a little too difficult. For nearly four
months he had been trying to keep strong, to keep his act together and help
Heero recover. It was a long and difficult process, but he guessed that it was
worth it.

After four months, Heero was
his own person again. Well, mostly. In a short amount of time he had picked up
on his motoric and language skills. At first, he was more than a little clumsy.
He had a hard time to learn how to use different tools, as simple as they may
have been, and his walking was a bit awkward. He was unused to walking, and so
he had to relearn that as well. At the time, Sally was amazed that Heero could
do what takes a normal baby about twelve months to learn. Her explanation was
that because humans are born with the natural instinct to walk, Heero had
mastered that rather quickly. Babies take so long to walk because their muscles
are weak and their heads are too heavy. They are born with the natural reflexes
of walking, but since their body is unable to execute it, they soon forget it
and are left with the need to learn it again. Taking into mind that Heero was
NOT a baby, not in the physical sense; he had managed to master walking very
quickly.

Learning to speak was another
matter. It took him about two months before he began to mutter coherent words.
It wasn’t that he didn’t understand what he was hearing, but it was a matter of
learning how to work his mouth and to in in order to pronounce those words. It
was very frustrating for Duo when Heero began to imitate him in whatever he
said or did. Sally said that it was only natural, that it was the normal way
for humans to learn, but it still bothered the braided youth to no end. He
would be sitting in front of the television with Heero, and then the boy would
suddenly start talking quietly to himself, repeating what the news anchor or
weatherman said. Sally explained that Heero was trying to teach himself, as
would any child, how to pronounce the words properly.

Then of course, there was the
pointing. Heero’s favorite game for the first three months. He pointed at
everything and anything, looking at Duo anxiously, waiting for him to say the
word or name the object. Sally explained that by performing this little ‘game’,
Heero’s vocabulary was increasing in about a hundred words per week, possibly
even more. In ten weeks he was already able to produce a typical
three-year-old, two-word, sentence, managing to pick up a basic conversation.
His speech was like a telegram, leaving out all unimportant words, but it was
enough to help him be understood.

Needless to say that the
‘pointing stage’ was hell on poor Duo. His face redden in shame each time he
woue wae walking down the mall or in a public park and then Heero would start
pointing and nagging until he was answered. People would always send him weird
glances, mothers walking with their babies would stare at the both of them in
shock. Duo would then want nothing but to bury his head in the ground and never
come out. He avoided going out with Heero whenever he could, trying to save
himself the embarrassment.

But keeping Heero at home
wasn’t easy either. The boy would always leave a mess around the house; exploring
everything he could put his hands on. Each night Duo found himself cleaning up
the place, after putting Heero to sleep, sighing heavily to himself as he
cleaned the living room, which had turned into Heero’s little laboratory. Sally
kept saying that it is normal and that her daughter does just the same thing.
It’s a baby’s way to discover the basics of the world. Moving things around
discovered concepts like up, down, inside and outside. Even things like gravity
and floating had to be discovered, and so the only thing he could do was let
Heero conduct his little ‘experiments’ and then clean up afterwards. He didn’t
care what Sally said, normal or not normal for babies, it was just NOT normal
for Heero Yuy. He simply could not accept that Heero had changed into an
ignorant little boy, trapped in the body of an adult.

But as time flew by, he was
forced to deal with this fact. After all, he was the one who insisted on
keeping Heero, and so it was his responsibility to see that the boy will
develop well. And babies needed to play around and break things and throw
things in order to develop. At least Heero didn’t put anything in his mouth all
the time like all the other babies Duo had seen. This was due to the fact that
Heero’s senses were those of an adult, and he didn’t need to use his mouth in
order to feel things around him. That was a big relief for Duo. He didn’t know
if he could have handled watching Heero place various artifacts into his mouth
all the time.

But nevertheless, Sally still
insisted that he needed to give Heero something to busy himself with. Duo
wanted to hang himself at the stares he got in the local toy store when he went
with Heero to buy toys. The Japanese boy was ecstatic, and Duo tried to
restrain him as he bounced from one corner to another, calling out in
excitement. That day had brought out one of his worse outbursts, which resulted
in many tears from Heero and many harsh words and glares from Sally.

But he couldn’t help it. His
heart simply refused to accept the facts. While his brain was well aware of
what had happened to Heero, his c tec telling him that he must do his best to
help the boy recover, his heart refused to listen. He was still waiting for
Heero to smirk at him and say that he was the biggest baka in the world for being
fooled like that. He was still expecting the boy to glare at him each time he
told him to go to shower or brush his teeth. He was still waiting for Heero to
yell back at him when he snapped at the boy, instead of seeing those large baby
blue eyes fill with tears. He was still waiting for Heero to come back to him.
In his heart, he was still searching for Heero, like he had been searching for
the last two years.

While his mind knew that the
quest was over, Duo’s heart was still searching, still praying, still wishing
and begging for Heero to return to him.

Looking down at the boy now,
Duo’s heart was reminded that all was for naught. The only Heero Yuy he’ll be
finding each time he opened his eyes, would be an innocent little
nineteen-year-old boy with shining cobalt eyes and scruffy dark hair. A boy who
would always be looking up at him like a child would look at his parent. There
would always be a child’s love and admiration in those naive blue eyes, and
there would always be the ragged little bear in his arms to remind Duo, once
again, that this was not the strong soldier he was facing.

Duo took a deep breath and
released it with a long, miserable, sigh. He gently patted the top of Heero’s
head and looked down at him sorrowfully. “It’s not your fault, Hee-chan. I’m
sorry. I’m not mad at you.” He whispered, running his fingers against Heero’s
tender cheek. He smiled sadly at the boy, his gaze softening. He lifted up his
hand and offered his pinky to the boy. “Friends?”

Heero’s lips pouted and he
looked up at Duo with an adorable little pout. After some time of ‘considering’
the situation, Heero smiled deviously and nodded his head. “Hai... but only if
Yoshi come!”

Sally sent him a harsh look.
“And considering that merely four months ago he was barely able to utter a
coherent word, I think that he made a TREMENDOUS progress.”

Duo sighed. “Yeah, I guess
so... but still...”

“Duo.” Wufei spoke up,
looking up at the braided man with his sharp black eyes. It was not often when
he used Duo’s first name, and if he did, it meant that it was serious.

“Duo, I understand that you
are upset over the situation, and I can see where your bitterness is coming
from, but Yuy is not as weak as you believe him to be. He is trying and his
development is growing in a spectacular pace. You should have a little more
faith in him.”

Duo sighed and cast his gaze
down shamefully, picking at his food with his fork.

“Chang is right, Duo.” Sally
spoke up, her voice soft and her gaze compassionate. “In four months he had
learned what takes an infant nearly twenty seven months to learn. He passed
Meiran by two years at least! Do you know the average amount of words a newborn
learns a week?”

Duo sighed and shook his
head.

“Sixty words. It takes them
more than three years to learn how to speak fluently. And listen to Heero now,
after merely four months he is able to put three and sometimes more words into
a logical sentence. He had learned how to walk properly, how to use different
tools, all on his own. And he can understand more than you think he can, Duo.
In this rate, he’ll catch up with his age in a few short years.”

“But he won’t be the same, so
who fucking cares...” Duo whispered harshly, throwing his fork aside. “I don’t
need all your ‘baby growth’ statistics!”
He growled, restraining himself from raising his voice. “I read them
all! I know he’s developing, I see it right before my eyes. But I don’t see
Heero! I don’t see him anymore! This is a different person over there! A
stranger. This is NOT Heero!”

By now, Duo was panting, his
face red and his eyes tearful. He took a few deep breaths, running a hand
through his long bangs, struggling for self-control.

Silence fell around the
dinner table as all occupants bowed their heads sadly. The only sound in the
apartment was the sound of Meiran’s laughter as the small infant played with
her friend.

Duo sighed deeply, casting a
sorrowful look at Heero’s direction, before closing his eyes sadly and looking
away. “I’ll go make some coffee.” He let out quietly and retreated to the
kitchen.

Sally and Chang looked up at
each other worriedly.

Sitting on the carpet not so
far away, Heero lifted another toy and rattled it in front of Meiran’s dancing
eyes. He smiled sadly at her, playing along, while a hot stream of tears slid
down his cheeks.

*   *   *

The bright light in Heero’s
small bedroom was turned off and another, smaller and dimmer light was flipped
on. Duo was sitting on the edge of Heero’s bed, looking down at the boy as he
carefully tucked the blanket around him. This small room used to be his study,
but when Heero moved in, he cleared everything out of the room, painted the
walls and put some new furniture in. It was a small room, but it held all Heero
could ever need, so it was enough. Sighing, Duo looked down at the boy lying on
the bed, hugging his bear. He shook his head and reached down for the small
toy.

“I don’t... I don’t want to
sleep...” Heero mumbled tiredly as Duo gently pulled Yoshi out of his grasp.

“Heero, it’s late. You should
go to sleep now.” The braided boy answered with a sigh, placing Yoshi on Heero’s
nightstand. He made sure that the boy’s hands were under the blanket and that
he could not hold the silly bear. He was trying to make Heero adapt to the
feeling of sleeping without his precious bear. He wanted Heero to let go of the
stupid toy and begin acting like a grown man. Or at least a teen. Sleeping with
a stuffed bear did NOT help Heero achieve that.

“But I want to talk too...
like everybody else...” Heero whispered sadly, his blue eyes shimmering under the
soft light of his night lamp, looking at Duo pleadingly. “Please Duo-chan? Like
everybody else?”

Duo sighed and shook his
head. “Heero, it’s late. I’ll be going to sleep soon, okay? Goodnight.”

“No... I want... I want to
talk... like everybody else... I can talk too#822#8221; Heero mumbled sadly, trying
to make him understand. “Like... like you do... I want...”

“Heero, Sally and Fei will be
leaving soon. You already said your goodbye. I’m just gonna talk with them a
little, and then they’ll leave.”

“But I want--”

“Heero, what will you talk
about?”

Heero pouted, his blue eyes
sad and glistering with tears. He looked up at Duo, his face begging him to
understand what he was trying so hard to say. But the words just didn’t come.

“See? My point exactly. It’s a
grown-up talk. Even Meiran went to sleep.”

“But... But I’m not lik---”

“Go to sleep, Heero.” Duo
sighed, tired of his game. “dnigdnight.” He let out, patting Heero’s shoulder as
he got up. He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Now alone, Heero sniffled and
turned to lie on his side. He looked up at Yoshi, sitting by his night lamp. He
looked around; making sure that no one was looking, and then carefully reached
two hands from underneath the covers. He took his bear and brought it close to
his chest, hugging him tightly. He made sure that Yoshi was well covered, so he
won’t be cold, and then buried his face in the bear’s soft head. He whimpered
sadly, closing his eyes and squeezing out the tears. “Duo-chan... I want... I
want to talk like everybody... like everybody else...”

*   *   *

“Hey, sorry I took so long.”
Duo apologized as he re-entered the living room, where Wufei and Sally were
sitting, Meiran’s sleeping form cradle her her mother’s arms.

“No problem.” Sally answered
with a gentle smile. “Is he asleep?”

“Yeah.” Duo let out with a
sigh, pulling out a chair, turning it so the backside was facing the front and
sitting down. He leaned on the backside of the chair, looking up at the couple
on the couch.

“Isn’t it a little early for
him to sleep?” Wufei asked, glancing down at his wristwatch. “It’s only ten PM.”

“It’s late enough.” Duo let
out, looking down at the floor.

“Duo,” Sally began harshly,
looking at him intensely. “You’re treating him like a baby.”

“He is a baby.” Duo grinded
between clenched teeth, still looking down at the floor.

Sally sighed. “Duo, you’re
not being fair to him.”

Violet eyes darted up and
glared at the woman intensely. “Not fair to him?! Not fair? Me?! I’m not
being fair to him?! What about that bastard who made him like this in the first
place!?”

“That bastard, Duo, is dead.”
Wufei growled, looking up at his friend sharply. “But Heero isn’t, though it
seems you forgot that. You barely notice that he’s here.”

“What the fuck are you
talking about!?” Duo growled, throwing the chair aside as he got up. “I’m
taking VERY good care of him!”

“I’m not saying that you’re
not.” Sally replied
calmly, rocking Meiran gently in her arms. “He seems to lack nothing. He is well
clothed, he is well fed, but that’s not all he needs, Duo.”

Duo frowned, though he seemed to be calming down a bit. He
slowly settled himself down in his chair, his movements stiff and numb. “Wha...
what do you mean..?” He mumbled, his face suddenly pale.

“Duo, when was the last time you and Heero had a
conversation?” The woman asked, her gaze compassionate.

Duo’s frown deepened. “What do you mean a conversation?
Heero can barely talk!”

“That’s because he has no incentive to do so.” Sally replied
calmly. “You need to speak with him, Duo. He needs the interaction. I’m sure he
willrn mrn much faster if he had someone to speak with.”

“It’s not that we don’t... I mean... we... we talk. It’s
not like I don’t tell him stuff...” Duo mumbled, looking down at his hands.

“Duo,” Sally let out harshly, looking up at him with knowing
eyes. “Heero’s locked at home all day while you’re at work; he has no one to
speak with. And when you do come home, what then? Do you talk to him? Do you
spend time with him? Do you ask him about his day? Do you take interest in what
he has to say?”

Wa'>With each one of Sally’rds,rds, Duo’s face paled more and
more. The answer for each one of Sally’s questions was a definite no. He did
none of the above. He just made sure Heero was warm and safe and well fed. He
came back home and gave him his dinner, but he never asked him what he did all
day. He tucked him to bed and instead of wishing him sweet dreams, he argued
with him that he shouldn’t sleep with the light on. He would give him breakfast
and leave him his lunch for later, but he didn’t leave him something to do
while he went to work. He just waited for Heero to come out of this all on his
own. He actually believed that the boy would come to by himself, and all he had
to do was wait.

But in waiting, he ended up delaying Heero’s recovery.

This isn’t working out.

He can’t go on like this.

Heero had to go.

*   *   *

The next evening, Duo
silently entered Heero’s room. He had spent the whole day brooding and thinking
and soul searching until he had to face the inevitable. tha that was left to
do, was tell Heero.

The said boy was lying curled
up in his bed, facing the nightstand. Yoshi was held tightly in his arms,
though Duo had made sure that the bear would lie on the nightstand and not the
bed before he left the room. The hell with it! It didn’t matter anymore.
Nothing mattered.

Sighing, he approached the bed
slowly and carefully sat down on the edge, looking down at Heero with a wretched
expression. He took his time in just studying the boy’s sleeping features, his
own features softening at the sight. Heero’s bronze skin looked rich and golden
under the dim orange light, his expression peaceful and his chocolate-brown
bangs sprawled carelessly over the pillow as he slept. His lips, once pale pink
and now back to their rich and rosebud color, were slightly parted as he breathed,
his steady breathing teasing a few stray hairs up and down. Yoshi lay securely
in his arms, his head pressed against Heero’s chest.

When he looked over to the nightstand,
he could see Heero’s favorite picture standing proudly, and next to it, lay a
small piece of paper and a few crayons. Looking down at the paper, Duo could
see that it was a drawing Heero had made. He vaguely remembered Heero showing
him the drawing, but he never really looked at it, and just muttered a few
hollow words, saying that it was ‘nice’. Now, he could see that it was a
picture of a snowman, a smiling one. He also had a long, snow braid. Next to
it, stood a stick figure of a boy. He too had a braid, but he wasn’t smiling.
He looked very angry. Duo’s heart clench painfully at the sight and he hurried
to look away. He sighed, took a deep breath, and slowly turned back to face the
sleeping boy. Sighing sadly, he reached down a hand and gently placed in on
Heero’s shoulder. He nudged the boy slightly.

Cobalt blue eyes slowly
fluttered open, and Heero stirred a little, sheets rustling. When he was lucid
enough, he opened his eyes fully and looked up at the one who woke him. When
cobalt met violet, a shy smile appeared on Heero’s features. The boy rubbed his
eyes, turning to lie on his back, smiling up at Duo.

“Hey.” Duo whispered, smiling
sadly at the boy. “I’m sorry to wake you.” He continued silently, reaching down
to push a few hairs out of Heero’s eyes.

The Japanese boy smiled and
closed his eyes at the tender touch, sighing pleasantly.

“I have something important
to tell you, Hee-chan.”

The blue eyes flew wide open,
fear, confusion and worry swirling within the cobalt oceans. “Wha... a... a
question?” The boy stuttered, his voice suddenly small and uncertain.

Duo sighed and shook his
head. “No. Not a question.”

“Oh.” Heero let out sadly,
bowing his head. “Something bad, right?”

Duo sighed again, closing his
eyes. He nodded.

Taking in a shaky breath,
Heero sniffled and tried to fight off the tears. He refused to lift his gaze up
from the bed, waiting for Duo to speak.

“I’m going away for a while,
Heero.”

His hold on Yoshi tightened,
his fists clenched.

“I... I have to... I... I need
some time alone...” Duo whispered, his voice heavy with tears. He lifted his
gaze, looking at Heero, violet eyes shimmering with tears. “You understand,
right Heero?”

There was no answer, though
he could hear the boy sniffle.

Duo sighed, reaching down his
hand for Heero’s. But the boy pulled away.

“But what I do wrong? Why are
you so mad all time? I do everyhing wrong? I try hard!” Heero cried, tears
flooding his eyes. “I try more hard! Please Duo-chan! I try more hard!”

“Heero,” Duo let out, not
knowing exactly how to say. “Heero, that’s not it... It’s not what you do or
don’t do...”

“Then why you want to go?”
Heero wept pathetically, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. “I can be
better!” He called, two hands flying and grabbing Duo’s arms. “Ne, Duo-chan? I
do better and you stay? Ne?” Seeing that Duo was not responding, Heero tugged desperately
at his hands. “......ne?”

Duo sighed and pulled away,
placing his handshis his lap as he turned his back to Heero. He looked up
numbly at the opposite wall, tears trailing down his cheeks.

Heero sniffled and staggered
back a little, hurt by Duo’s reaction. He brought Yoshi up to his chest,
holding him tightly as he looked at Duo with shimmeirng blue eyes. “.........ne?
Duo-chan..? ...ne?”

Taking a deep breath, Duo
bowed his head and slowly shook it from side to side. “It’s just... it’s just that
everything is so confusing right now, Heero... I... just need time, that’s all.
I just need time to think...”

Heero’s crying increased, and
he was trembling hard now. “I come with you?”

“I just need time.” Duo
repeated, ignoring Heero’s pleas, his voice sad and quiet.

“But I can do better...”
Heero whispered, tearful cobalt eyes peeking out from between messy bangs. “I
can... I can learn... I can... I know all the words Duo-chan! I promise!” He
cried, his voice turning hysteric. “I promise Duo-chan! I promise I know all the
words!” He called desperately, reaching up two hands towards Duo, grabbing the
braided boy’s hands tightly, his own arms shaking.

“Heero...” Duo whispered
sadly, looking down at the boy with pained violet eyes. “Heero, I’m sorry. But
I just...”

“I learn all the big words!”
Heero promised, his eyes pleading with Duo. “I’ll know all the big ones
Duo-chan! I learn all the big ones!”

“Heero...” Duo choked out
from between the tears. He reached up a hand and gently caressed Heero’s tender
cheek, wiping away the hot droplets of salty tears. “Heero, it’s not that... I...
I’m just a little confused right now and...”

“Why you not want me anymore?
I can know all the words, Duo-chan! I promise!” Heero cried, coming to sit up
on his knees, holding Duo’s hands and looking up at him desperately.

“Heero, I need time. I have
to get out of here. I... I have to. Please try to understand.” Duo whispered,
reaching up to pet Heero’s messy hair. “Please, Hee-chan. Please try to understand
that.”

Sniffling, Heero bowed his
head and let go of Duo’s hands. He reached back for Yoshi, dragging the small
bear over the bed and then he brought him up to lie on his lap. He looked down
sadly at the small bear, sobbing and sniffling as his fingers played with the
soft fur.

“You... you come back, right?”
He whispered, afraid of the answer, so he didn’t look up.

Duo sighed, looking down at Heero
thoughtfully. It was a long time before he could bring himself to answer. “Yes,
Heero, I’ll come back.” If only to say goodbye...

Heero sniffled, still looking
down at the bear, his fingers playing with it. “Then I... I wait for you, okay?”
He asked quietly, his voice small and miserable. “I can... I can make the food
too... I learn how...” He mumbled, his vision blurry from tears. “You teach me?”

Duo didn’t answer, and just nodded
his head ever so slightly. With a great sigh, he pushed himself off the bed and
prepared to leave. “I’ll bring you over to Fei and Sally, kay?”

On the bed, Heero merely
nodded, unable to lift his gaze up and look into those hurting violet eyes. He
guessed that the answer was a ‘no’. He got Duo-chan so mad that he didn’t want
to teach him anything anymore. He wasn’t smart enough to learn anyway.

“Goodnight.” Duo let out with
a sigh, and then walked away, closing the door behind him.

Heero remained kneeling down
on the bed, crying silently. He slowly brought Yoshi up and hugged him tightly,
tucking the small head under his chin and closing his eyes tightly. His thin
figure looked so small land so alone, seated like that on the small bed, holding
his bear as if it could make everything all right.

He threw himself down at the covers,
curling into a small ball and crying brokenly into his friend’s small body.

“Miss... misscho...
misscovoune... mischi... evou... mischievou...” He whispered between sobs and
tears, curling even more into a fetal position. “...mischievous... mischievous...
I can say it now, Duo-chan... please... I can say it now... mischievous...” He cried
over and over, his tears staining the pillow and his trembling shaking the small
bed. “Just like everybody else... Duo-chan... just like everybody else...”

Tearful cobalt eyes looked up
at the picture on the nightstand and the sobs increased. He reached up a
shaking hand and took the picture, his tearful eyes glued to the image of Duo’s
smiling face. He looked deeply into those shining violet eyes, lighted with
laughter and content. Usually he would smile back at the picture, but now it
only brought more sobs and a painful feeling in his chest.

He whimpered, curling back on
the bed, hugging the picture and Yoshi close to his chest.

“I’m sorry, Duo-chan... I’m
sorry I not like everybody else... I’m sorry...” He cried until he fell asleep,
curled on the bed, hugging the picture and his bear. “No one smile at us,
Yoshi... no one smiles...”
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