Descent of an Angel

Doing a little editing on this one, then I'll be updating. Sorry to everyone, things have been going on and keeping me from here. Enjoy the edit and the update!

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The four boys were fidgety, that was apparent to anyone that looked in on them. They couldn't stand not knowing like this but they had no choice as the seconds crawled along like molasses up hill in the middle of winter.

Trowa was leaning against the wall where a window overlooked the city down below, one leg moving up and down on the ball of his foot, other than that little annoyance, he seemed rather calm. Wufei was sitting in a chair himself, his face in one hand, his elbow on one knee as the other did the same thing as Trowa's it's annoying bob up and down. Quatra was attempting to sit still, but unfortunately he was moving his position ever two minutes, all the while rubbing the skin on the back of his neck raw. Heero was pacing back and forth in the room, his hair sticking up and mused more than normal as he kept running his hands through his hair in worry.

Duo had been in surgery for two days now. Only coming out when they needed to let him have some time without being cut open. The damage was extensive, their last report didn't bode well on any of their nerves. His whole body was messed up, like there was something poured into him. His blood pressure was double what it should have been, even with a weakened heart, that no one could explain. His blood was thick in his veins, like sludge. Sally had never seen anything like that before and it was rather disturbing but they were able to thin out his blood to where it was suppose to be and continue with the surgeries.

They completely replaced his heart, and all the withered valves around it. They had to go further down and surgically repair a broken rib that had healed with splinters sticking out, almost breaking through his skin, it was defidently cutting into his lungs. Even further down, they intermittently filled his stomach with the healthy nutrients that he needed until they were able to get him back onto the vitamin IV again.

The damage was extensive, and he coded four times while on the table. Once, his brain stopped reading that he was still under, and just completely flat lined. They believed him to be brain dead for a few seconds before they realized that it was just the sensor that had fallen from his head, that was the biggest scare Sally had. After replacing his heart, it wouldn't start right up. They had to use the paddles three times before they received sinus rhythm, and after a few seconds of that, he flat lined again. They were able to get his new heart to work right while they set to work on the rest of him.

Now, the four were waiting on the news of the surgery that would be to remove the fluid that was causing the swelling in his brain. It was a very slow and careful surgery. Sally said that they had to be careful that they remove the fluid that was extensive, and not the fluid that was necessary for sustaining the brain. It was very slow and careful work, it was also as dangerous as replacing the boy's heart. After this, he would be allowed some time to recover, then he would have surgery again, but this one was less dangerous. It was to remove the built up cartilage, and reset the shattered bones in his broken hands and knees. It would hopefully give him mobility back into his hand and maybe, after some therapy, he would be able to walk without any pain.

After Heero's seventy-fifth lap around the waiting room, Sally walked in. Sighing tiredly before she was jolted to reality by four boys suddenly before her, anxiously waiting for her to tell them what happened.

"He survived the surgeries." she said, listening to the collective sigh of relief from the four before she continued, "He's still under and is in recovery. If his body starts to reject his heart, there is nothing more we can do. This last heart was a miracle in itself."

"How soon will you know when he starts to reject the heart?" Heero asked.

"Hopefully, he wont, but it could take up to three months to show signs of the rejection, then again, it could be tomorrow. We don't know."

"What about his brain? Is he still alive?" he asked softly.

"He seems fine, we wont know for sure until he wakes up. We were right, his fluid was infected, and he's been put on a round of antibiotics. He will survive it if he can, but we can't tell for sure until he wakes up. He's developed a fever, which is common for an infection. It will go down with his anti-inflammatory medications to prevent his body from rejecting his new heart. More than likely, if it comes to it, which it might, he'll be on these pills until he dies."

"He's really bad, isn't he?" Quatra asked softly, reaching up and pressing his hand to his heart.

"He'll be fine now. I have a nurse sitting with him, and they are all on eight hour shifts with him. He will never be alone, just in case."

"We're going to have him taken to a Mental Institution once he is well enough to travel." Trowa explained softly.

"Really? Has Duo any say in this matter?"

The other shook their heads, their gazes lowered.

"We didn't think he would be able to make a decision for himself if we present it to him." Trowa muttered, shaking his head, "He can hate us after he's better."

"Can we see him?" Heero asked.

Sally shook her head, "No. Not right now. He's in a clean room waiting for the next surgery."

"When can we see him?"

"After he's been deemed fit to leave Recovery." she said, before she sighed.

"I was hoping to see him before I would have to leave." Heero muttered softly, head down.

"Left?" Sally asked, her eyes confused.

Heero nodded, his hands going through his hair again, the ends sticking straight up after they had finally settled on his head from the last time, "I'm going back into Circles(1). My medications aren't doing that much for me anymore."

"Heero..." she said softly, looking at the young man as he glared at the floor.

"I want to be normal again. I want to be able to keep a level head for Duo when he comes home."

"Heero, he might never be able to come home."

Heero shook his head, crossing his arms defiantly, "No. He will come home. He's stronger than this."

The others were now looking at him, seeming to be worried that he was going to do something or needed to be restrained. Heero was shaking again but he soon squashed it down, he didn't want to make a scene, then he would never see Duo again.

"In any sense. I have to go. I haven't been packing, and I need to make sure all my medications are in order before I go." he said as he moved to leave, his gaze down as he moved.

"Heero." Sally called softly, "You can't go in, but I can take you where you can see Duo."

Heero looked at her, blinking in shock before his normal expression returned, "I can?"

She nodded before she motioned for him to follow her, the others moving to return to their chairs. Heero kept close to her as she lead him into the surgical ward, then down the lines of rooms to one of the clean rooms. She rapped her knuckles on the glass and the blinds were opened by a blond woman in green nursing scrubs who nodded and moved back to her chair where she was filling out a cross word puzzle in pen. Sally turned her head to the slightly taller young man that had his gaze glued to the form in the bed.

Duo was laying in the much larger bed. There were wires all over him, leading from his arm, frown his chest, his neck, and his forehead. He had a large, plastic like tube going from his mouth where it was tapped over it, to a machine that was slowly and evenly pumping oxygen into his lungs for him. His hair, which had been growing back, had been shaved again and now large stitches and staples were used to keep his once open head closed, the area sterilized with a brownish red like liquid. Duo's face was paler than normal, almost as pale as he was when the Preventers found him in that lonely concrete room. His chest was bare, the blanket just over his middle. There was another long line of stitches ran from the edge of his left arm pit, to the middle of his sternum, it too was surrounded by the brownish red liquid.

"That one on his chest is huge..." Heero murmured softly.

"We had to open him wider than anticipated. His heart wasn't where it was suppose to be. It was more to the left than normal hearts. It's not as bad as it looks." Sally informed him, keeping her gaze on him.

Heero didn't say anything at that, he just stared at the frail body in the large bed. Watching the breathing machine work for him, making it easier for him to breath, "He will be okay. Right?"

"We will do our best."

Heero nodded, watching Duo for a few more minutes before he lowered his gaze and stepped back from the window, "I need to get ready to leave. Thank you for letting me see him, Sally."

Nodding, she watched as he left on his own. She'd never seen Heero so tense and forelorne. He looked almost like the last of his will to fight had been ripped from him, as if he had finally given up on Duo. She knew that he hadn't, but the way he walked and seemed to defeated seemed to her like he had. She kept her gaze where Heero had gone, even long after he was gone before she started back to work. She needed to be sure that all of Duo's things were set in stone before his next surgery.

It took another two days for Duo to be well enough for the other surgeries on his hands and knees, but those went out without a hitch. He seemed like he would finally pull through. Another two months would pass, and Sally deemed him able to leave the hospital. She checked him over one more time before she returned to Trowa so he and Quatra could sign the ex-Deathscythe pilot out of the hospital for good.

Quatra read everything over with the precision of a trained politician, then signed his name and handed it to Trowa. Trowa, who knew that if Quatra deemed it well enough, then he wouldn't find a single blemish in the paper work, signed himself. He made sure everything was in order before he turned and walked to the window, his green eyes gazed out the glassy barrier into the world below. Once Sally had all that she needed, she left the room to file it away and Trowa moved to the room that held Duo in it. He spent a good amount of time looking down at the sleeping form in the bed.

Duo had very bad dreams during his recovery, and was given a prescription for sleeping pills, sometimes even sedated to sleep when they got too bad. Right now, he was sedated after he had a bad episode. He silently wondered what they were going to do once they got him to the institution. He wondered if they would be able to handle him the way he needed to be, but then again, they were able to handle Heero without causing any problems. Shaking his head, he stepped past the bed, looking to the wall as he steeled his resolve. This was what was best for Duo. This would be exactly what he needed, no matter what.

Trowa sighed softly, running his fingers through his bangs, shifting before he looked over his shoulder. Quatra was standing in the door way, a small smile on his face, as if trying to reassure him that this was the right thing to do, but even if his face seemed sure, his eyes showed as much uncertainty as Trowa felt. The taller male straightened to his full height, turning and moving to the bed. Sally stepped forward from behind Quatra, moving up to the figure on the bed and began to remove the wiring. She pulled the IV from his arm gently, easing it out before she let it fall to the floor and be useless. She slowly removed the breathing tube in his nose and set it aside as she removed some of the monitors.

Trowa couldn't help the small sigh that came from him as Sally worked. So fragile, and yet would always hold a strength that none of them could ever understand. He really couldn't fathom who would want to do this to him. Why they wouldn't release him after some time, or at least put him out of his misery. He would never know, probably. His body jerked in alarm when the regular silence of the room was marred only the sound of the steady beeping then a residual flat-line that filled the room before Sally reached over and turned off the monitor, letting the room fall silent again.

"All done." she muttered softly, turning and handing a clipboard to Quatre, who signed dutifully before returning it to the person.

Quatre nodded to the half hidden face of the taller European man. Trowa nodded before he reached down and picked up the form from the bed, making sure his body was still covered by the sheet of the bed and began to carry him out of the room for the last time.

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SIX MONTHS LATER

Heero sat up, glancing around before he glared hard as the door to his room hissed then slid open. There was a knock before a man dressed completely in white stepped into view and smiled at him, his face rather worn, scarred but looked caring in on him.

"Morning, Heero. The Doc's waiting to see you, as always. Better hurry if you want breakfast." he said before he moved on for the next room.

Heero grunted as he swung his feet over the side of the bed and climbed to them. He stripped of the white gown and set it on a hanger before placing it on the back of the door, straightening it out a little bit before he moved to his bed and made it. He tucked the sheets under the mattress and fixed the pillow before setting it neatly against the wall so that it staid where it was supposed to be. He turned to his dresser, pulling the drawers open and pulling out a shirt and pair of pants, quickly pulling them onto his person, straightening the ends out carefully.

Upon a quick inspection of the room and finding everything in place, he slipped out. Shoes weren't allowed, much to his own dismay, so they provided these little slipper things that kept his feet from touching the ground. Seven floors, almost two hundred stairs later, he moved into the office of the doctor.

"Ah, Heero, please come in." the man said, motioning for him to sit down.

Heero didn't move immediately, seeing there was a younger male sitting slightly behind him, a clipboard in his hand. He was completely different from the aged man he usually talked to that was sitting slightly ahead of him. He didn't like this.

"Relax, Heero. This is Duncan. He's here to observe some one of your history. You do remember you are our most extreme case, correct?"

"... Hai. He's here to listen?" Heero asked, moving forward and taking his usual seat, settling in it.

"And ask a few questions. That's all. Please be patient with him, Heero."

"Hn." Heero grunted, watching the new guy, who smiled at him.

"Hello, Heero. I was just hoping you could answer a few questions." he said, as if he was the new doctor.

Heero didn't respond. He merely stared at the other, waiting for him to move on. Duncan shifted nervously in his chair then glanced at his clipboard, as if making sure one of his notes were correct then looking up at Heero again.

"I suppose you would be the best person to ask, but how does it feel?"

"... Annoying." Heero grunted.

Duncan blinked, "A-annoying? I've never heard it described like that before." he said.

"Now you have. Are we going to talk all day? I haven't had breakfast yet and the exercise courts open in an hour, assuming Trevor hasn't already caused a riot in the lunch room."

The elder doc chuckled at Heero before he leaned forward, "He might be taking my place after I retire, Heero, so please try and keep him in check."

"Hn... Why are you retiring?"

"I'm old. Sometimes people choose to retire. I know you never got the choice, but you will one day when you're as old and decrepit as I am."

"You aren't old. Sixty-eight is not old."

The man chuckled at him, resting his elbows on the chair, "And what would be the appropriate age to be called 'old', Heero?"

"When they bury you." Heero grunted softly, "People don't just get old. Getting older is just something they think themselves into, like self-induced mental disorders. You're only old when your body finally shuts down and they bury you under ground. Until then, you just think you're old."

"I see."

"Does he know of my records?"

"I didn't tell him. I figured he could try and diagnose you for himself."

"Then how is he going to learn how to deal with me if he has to do all of this alone?"

"The same way I did, Heero; trial and error. So, Duncan, what do you think is wrong with our prized patient?"

"He's... kind of sarcastic..." Duncan muttered.

"Obsessive Compulsive Disorder." Heero grunted, making Duncan blink, "Added to slight paranoid schizophrenia, Split-Personality disorder, but all us pilots have that, and a mild past of self-destructive and murderous habits."

"And a habbit of completely ruining someone's fun." the elder doctor muttered as he sat up completely straight, "Heero is one of the five Gundam pilots from the old Eve wars, all of them have something else wrong with them, but they've almost all been able to keep them in check. All five of them suffer from Split-Personality Disorder caused by constant or the sudden shock given to them when they first encountered Doctor J's Zero System program. Heero, here, has been trained over the course of ten years to have everything he'd done be perfect, or else. So it's given him OCD, and a small, paranoid delusion that he's never doing something completely right and that everyone else is out to sabotage his 'mission' by not being of any assistance. This training has also lead to his self-destructive behavior when he actually does fail, and if self-destructing doesn't work, he sets out to destroy what caused his mission to fail in the first place. This is the main reason he was only partnered with few of the other pilots during the wars."

"So... he could snap my neck for just dropping this pencil?" Duncan asked.

"No... but I can snap your neck for keeping me from completing my routine. If I don't finish with this shit by the end of the day, I don't get another tally, and I can't go to the fifth floor and take him outside again." Heero grunted, glaring at Duncan, making him swallow hard.

"W-what's on the fifth floor?"

"The fifth floor is what we call the 'Comatose' floor. It's where we send patients that aren't responsive to anything other than their own stimulus. It's also where we've temporarily have Duo Maxwell, another Gundam Pilot."

"There's two of them here?" Duncan asked, looking amazed.

"Yes, and he's another of my patients. Did you read Duo's chart yesterday, Heero?"

"He ate a carrot. By himself. The nurses are allowing him to have a crayon today."

"Did he say anything?"

"No, but he was excited about it. He wanted the crayon right when she said it, but she said he'd have to wait. Then Solo returned for the rest of the day." Heero explained, his voice dropping into a growl at the mention of 'Solo'.

"What's so important about Solo?" Duncan asked.

"Mr. Maxwell had gone through some things almost a year ago that's caused him to..." the doctor waved his hand, having trouble finding the right words to describe Solo to Duncan.

"Duo isn't himself all the time. He reverts back and forth between himself and a self that he hasn't been since he was a kid. Solo was the name of a friend of his that died when Duo was very small." Heero explained before he stood up, frowning, "I'm sure you can brief him with out me."

The doctor looked at Heero before he sighed, "I am not going to repeat myself, Heero."

"Duo is not, will not and never will be a hindrance to my recovery, he's the reason I want to get better." Heero muttered before he turned and left the room.

"He's... very intimidating." the young doctor muttered softly.

"Yes, but he's harmless for the most part. Be careful with him." the old doctor said, his voice soft and old sounding as he climbed t his feet, "Heero's greatest problem is not his OCD, or his paranoia, or anything else psychological. It's Duo, and it will always be Duo."

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Heero climbed down a few stairs, moving his way through the halls as people shuffled painfully slow pass him to their own destinations. Heero walked until he found a door that was electronically locked and waited. A loud buzzing noise over his head sounded, the tumblers on the locks tripping and the door sliding open for him, allowing him entrance. Inside, there was atleast twenty people dressed in white gowns, white slippers. Some where sitting around, mumbling to themselves, others were pulling at their hair.

Heero barely acknowledged them as he made his way through the room to the 'art' center of the room where Duo was sitting on the floor, happily drawing with a bright blue crayon on a piece of paper, a security gaurd keeping an eye on him as he colored. Heero stood where he was, waiting until Duo lifted his head and spotted him. Duo looked more like he used to now. Although he was still extraordinarily thin, his body wasn't the horrid skeletal body it once was. Eyes no longer sunken in and dead looking. His hair, once shaved down to nothing but peach fuzz was now round on his head, starting to grow out, the ends curled at the base of his scalp, bangs already forming like they used to in the war.

With his hair shaved, Heero noticed the burn marks that dotted Duo's scalp along the front of his hairline, where his bangs had grown, which would explain why it looked like Duo has seven patches of bangs instead of one or two big bangs. Sally had deduced that they were from something in his past since the wounds were old and long since scarred over.

"Hee-chan!" he chirped like he had years ago, but Heero knew it wasn't because Duo recognized him, "You're early! Solo hasn't even visited yet! Hey, paper man, can Hee-chan have one, too?"

The gaurd looked at Heero, as if asking him if he wanted the paper that badly and Heero shook his head at him, "No, it's okay, Duo. I was hoping I could just watch you."

"Sure!" Duo said happily as he dove back into his coloring, "The nurse lady said that if I'm good today, I can have another color tomorrow. You think I should do green tomorrow? It's starting to look too blue, but it reminded me of your eyes so I chose this color. Hey, do you think Heero actually ever thinks about me? Maybe he's finally shacked up with Relena, they were always making eyes at each other. It was cute to an extent. I hope Tro and Q got together, they were always dancing around each other during the war, maybe they can even help Wufei loosen up, since I know poor Heero wont be able to do it. He can barely keep himself together, the poor guy. Buuuut, that's what Relena's for, ne?"

To Duo, there were two Heero's. The one that he dubbed as the real Heero, and the one that stood before him now, what he believed to be a illusion made by his mind to make him more comfortable. Heero couldn't get it through the other's head that he wasn't like Solo, he was real. He couldn't get Duo to realize that he didn't have to ask questions about Heero because he really was Heero.

"Duo, I've told you already. They are together, and I'm not dating Relena." Heero muttered softly, gently.

"You did? Oh. I must've forgotten. I tend to do that after Solo visits. Hey, can we go outside again today? I remember doing that!"

Heero shook his head, "You have to earn more points."

"Oh, yeah... that was my surprise. That's dumb that I have to spend my own points on my own surprise, Hee-chan."

"I know, but I had to spend my own points, too."

"Yeah... But you had enough points for the both of us... hey, the nurse lady said that if I'm good today, I can have another color tomorrow. You think I should do green?"

"Try red." Heero muttered softly, frowning.

"Red? Why red?" Duo asked, frowning as he looked at the picture.

"Red, White and Blue. Those are the colors of your heritage."

"Oh... Oh yeah! L2 is an American colony... Your flag doesn't have blue on it on L1."

"No, it's just red and white."

"Aw... I'll color you something red tomorrow, Heero... The nurse lady said I could have another color tomorrow if I'm good."

"... I know, Duo..." Heero muttered softly.

A month in the facility, a typo on Duo's charts caused an overdose of the Anti-Rejection Medication that Duo was on for his heart. The chart had an extra zero on it, and instead of the nurse being smart and realizing that a man less than one hundred and fifty pounds would not be getting over one hundred milligrams of a potentially toxic medication. He had a seizure, and stopped breathing long enough for the nurses to think that he had died. One of the orderlies was able to revive him, the nurse was fired and the typo was fixed, but now Duo had memory problems where he could remember certain things, but was often repeating himself while talking.

"W-who are you?" he asked softly, his voice timid and scared.

"My name's Heero." he offered, not even hesitating.

"Heero? I don't know anyone named Heero. Does Solo know you're here? He doesn't does he? Where did you come from?" he asked, leaping up, now visibly shaking.

"Yes, Solo knows I'm here. He sent me here. He told me to keep an eye on you while he and the other boys went on the hunt. he said you were too small to go." Heero explained softly.

Duo pouted cutely at him before flopping down onto the ground in a small temper tantrum, "I am not too small! Solo's just being an overly protective jerk... How did he find you, Hee-chan?"

Heero didn't answer, knowing that if he answered Duo wouldn't snap out of it. Duo stared at him for a while before he pouted again and started to color. Heero waited for a few more minutes before he looked down.

"Duo, do you remember your full name?" he asked.

"Duo. Just Duo." he muttered softly.

"No... It's Duo. Duo Maxwell."

Duo looked at him in confusion before realization dawned on him, "Oh... It is. Where's Relena, Hee-chan?"

Heero sighed softly before he looked down sadly. He knew what was going to happen next, and he wished that for one day, Duo would stay the Duo he knew. He heard the crayon stop again, a soft scrambling noise and looked up. Duo was huddled against the wall, muttering to himself. Solo had arrived and Duo was now totally engrossed with the conversation he was having with him. Heero staid with him for another hour before Duo returned to his coloring like nothing had ever happened. The blue eyed male watched him for what seemed like eternity, his mussels cramping, demanding movement.

Heero shifted, getting more comfortable and staid in that position until it was time for him to leave for the day.

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"How was he yesterday?" the therapist asked him, his head tilted as he watched Heero.

"He reverted again. He didn't recognize me at all..." Heero muttered lowly, looking down at the floor.

"I know. The nurse told me that he had another seizure. Heero, maybe it's time you consider the option that there is nothing you can do for him." the doctor said, watching Heero's reaction closely.

Heero didn't visibly have a reaction to that. To anyone, it would seem like he was considering the advice, but the old doctor knew better. He'd been treating Heero for years, as an out patient as well as a in patient. Heero was trying not to react violently to the suggestion, he could see the vein in Heero's neck flex and shift as his muscles tensed in anger and frustration. His eyes took on a more cold level as he gazed at the floor, and his fingers would dig its nails into the top of his knee.

"I can't give up on him. He'd never given up on me. I owe him that much."

"You love him that much." the old man correct him, making Heero raise his head.

"... No... Loving him would have been putting him out of his misery a long time ago. One thing Duo hates more than people being robotic or non-human, is being viewed as weak... He wouldn't have accepted it... He would've done everything he could to make sure that no one saw him like that. That's why he made that Joker's mask of his, so he could get us pilots to loosen up and act... mo-..."

The doctor looked up from the notes he'd been taking when the other failed to complete his sentence, blinking at the look of inspiration on Heero's face. He looked more like he'd seen a ghost, or had just been kicked in the balls. His blue eyes went wide, his mouth hung slightly open and he tensed in his chair.

"He's weak... He thinks I don't exist because he doesn't see me as weak, he sees me as strength, of Earth's protector. He, like everyone else, believes that I am above the basic of human complications of the mind and body... He thinks because he's defective now, that everything around him is as equaly defective. Solo was his idol, his first brother like connection, Solo wasn't weak, so Solo wouldn't be in this mess..."

The old doctor blinked as Heero stood up quickly, knocking his chair over in the process, "Heero."

"He's not crazy." Heero concluded, "It's another fucking mask!"

"Heero!"

Blue eyes blinked, looking down at the doctor from where he was sitting, a determined look on the old man's face, "Even if that is true... He's had years in that cell to perfect that mask of loosing his mind, if it truely was, wouldn't he have snapped out of it after you all got him out of there?"

The japanese male blinked before he looked down, "I don't know..."

"You remember what Trowa told you?"

"... 'don't make excuses for him... Healing starts with us...'" Heero recited perfectly, sighing softly, "If he hasn't started recovering yet, will he ever?"

"I don't know. You've had a long time with your disorders, and you're healing. Slowly but surely."

"We don't have that long, though! This is a six, going on seven year process with me! What if something happens? We need Duo... The world could need him! The people that kidnapped him were asking for information that only Duo knew, information that no one else should know. About mobile suits and Gundams. If something happens, the Earth and Colonies will need him now more than ever... I need him..."

"Heero, we can't concern ourselves with what-mights and what-ifs. All we can do is work on what we have right now."

"... JFT*..." Heero muttered slowly.

"That's right. Just For Today." the doctor muttered lowly, scribbling something down.

"What if today isn't good enough?"

"That's your OCD speaking. You know that every day is good enough. If it wasn't good enough for you, you wouldn't have woken up this morning."

"But it's always the same! It's like... that saying I read once... S.S.D.D.** ..." Heero muttered softly.

"Even so, Heero, one day it wont be the same and everything will be okay again, and that day will come. You have to trust yourself to wait that much longer."

"When?"

"I can't tell you that. When the day comes that you know that everything's okay. When that angel descends apon you and tells you that everything will be okay... that's the only time you will truly know when you will be at peace."

"... And if my angel is broken?"

"... Then wait that much longer. Even divine entities bruise, but time will heal his wings one day."

"Can't I just build him new wings?"

"Healing starts with us, Heero."

"Right... Wait for him..." Heero muttered softly.

"Correct."

Heero nodded before he turned and left the room, moving to the stair case. He made two flights of stairs before his fist struck the wall with a residual thud, he bit his lip before he continued down the halls. If Duo couldn't be saved by Heero, he would have to wait, and if he had to wait, the world would have to wait. Everyone knew that the world waits for no one. She keeps spinning and spinning, uncaring of the suffering within her womb. Uncaring that two of her children, two of her protectors are suffering without her.

"I don't wanna change the world
I just want to leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it all
take the path that lead to now here

All is lost again
But I'm not giving in

I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away

I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away"

Heero froze, he knew that voice. How many times had he told it to shut up, to leave him alone. He didn't even realize he was running until he was before the doors to Duo's ward, the door buzzing to let him in and he darted in, freezing at the sight before him. Duo was standing at the window, a place Heero had never seen him at before, singing loudly, a smile on his face, but his voice was haunting and sad sounding, and the song was one that Heero recognized Duo singing when ever he was facing a turmoil that he didn't want to talk about. It was a very old song, from even before the Colonies, and it was from a genre that Duo used to listen to before all of this happened to him.

"Watch the end through dying eyes
now the Dark is taking over
show me where forever dies
take the fall and run to heaven

All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away

I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away

And I'll survive
Paranoid
I have lost the will change

And I am not proud
Cold blooded fake
I will shut the world away"

Heero watched as Duo swayed softly as he played the instrumental solo in his head before he was singing once more.

"I will not bow
I will no break
I will shut the world away

I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take you breath away..."

Heero frowned as Duo moved to a chair, sinking into it before he lifted his head to the radio speaker above his head that was starting a song that he wasn't singing before, but one that the Japanese male knew of. The room was always playing soft music, but sometimes the Nurses put on CDs, or tapes of music they wanted to listen to. No one really cared, since most of the people in here would never even notice it, and if they did, they always seemed happy with the sounds. A soft, plucking strumming came from the speakers, slowly going through the intro to the song.

"Why do they sing of me? All of them?" Duo asked softly, as if asking the speaker, "That's the point of music, kid. For you to relate to it."

"Hell darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Withing the sounds of silence..."

"I'm... not in the room anymore... I'm... I'm out." Duo muttered softly.

Heero felt his heart leap into his throat as Duo studied the speaker as the song continued on without him. He wasn't even paying attention to the words anymore. He swallowed the feeling of bile in his throat, clearing it and speaking, "No, Duo. You aren't."

Duo turned his gaze to Heero, surprised to see him, before that childish smile spread across his face again, "Hee-chan!" he chirped and everything was thrown back into place.

Heero felt his shoulders relax, and slouch, his heart drop back into place hard, "S.S.D.D..." he muttered softly as he moved forward and sat beside Duo once more.

Even with everything being the same, even with everything just a broken record playing over and over. Heero knew that he would sit here with this man, his friend. He would shoulder everything he could for him so he didn't have to. He would make sure that Duo wanted for nothing, and that he was taken care of like he should've been a long time ago. He would keep his love close, even if his love couldn't even remember himself. This was his mission, this was his life, and he wouldn't even think of doing anything else.

As long as he waited patiently and lovingly, the decent of his angel was imminent.

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Okay... Hopefully that cleared up some things for everyone. XD Yes, Duo is crazy.

JFT- Just For Today
I heard this somewhere before, I can't remember where but that's what it means. XD

S.S.D.D- Same Shit, Different Day
This is from Stephen King's book/movie Dreamcatcher. Great book, great movie, and I never say that often. You'll find in most of my fan fictions, especially this one, anything that I have read, the boys have read.

The first song was by Breaking Benjamin I will Not Bow
The second song was Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel.

I recommend listening to both of them. I chose those two because they best fit what I wanted to portray for Duo. I wanted to show a slight peek into how he used to be with how he is right now.

(1)- Circles of Care is a Psychiatric ward close to where I live. Been there a couple times, it's pretty cool.

Anyways. The next chapter will be of the other three boys and how they are taking all of this. Since they are feeling to neglected. *pets the boys* Until next update.