Healing Duo

In the heart of Alaska where darkness has reigned now for little over a month and will not give way to sun for another five, a ‘cottage’ the size of a small mansion stands alone in a vast clearing, surrounded by fields of snow and gargantuan pine trees. Though no one would think it, looking at the house’s fey built owner, this is one of his favorite places to spend the winter and his birthday, (which happened to fall on New Year’s Eve). While most of his sister’s enjoyed the more ‘appealing’ aspects of Caribbean islands or places such as Rome, Quatre Rababara Winner preferred to spend this chilly time of year away from what seemed like the entire world. Usually with his closest friends and staff by him. It was a way to be from his work that consumed him 11 months out of the year. And as a bonus, many people he wished to avoid didn’t dare venture to such a remote place to bother him. However, the calm of the outside perpetual night is not to be mirrored inside, where all the house’s occupants are busy with their own tasks.
“ Have you found anything yet Heero?” Quatre calls from the large entrance hall. Streamers and tape are scattered all around the small blond Arabian. The dinning room, ballroom, and most of the hallways have already been taken care of with no help of the subservient staff much to their displeasure. Feeling since it was his birthday, they should be the ones to be decorating. But Quatre would have none of it and insisted on decorating the entire house on his own. One could still find him at it almost around the clock, except the times he dragged Trowa to their room to make love and sleep for a few hours. Of course Trowa never put up a fight---knowing his lover had a reason for the madness---but the party was still a week away and Heero often agreed with him when they confronted the blond repeatedly to take it easy. Though the Master of the house understood both their concerns he couldn’t help but try and stay busy to keep his ill ease at bay. His stress and worry due to the lack of information pertaining a certain braided haired boy.
“ No Quatre, there’s not a thing.” Comes back a deep treble voice. Somewhere towards the end of the Wars that voice had lost its monotone edge and matured to that of a wiser, healthier Heero Yuy. But as much as the piercing gaze had lost its killer glint, his tight lips had softened to smile more often and his voice had learned a wider range of emotion---Heero knew only one person could have sensed his true apprehension. He greatly missed having someone around with that insight on him, though before it had only made him grit his teeth. He missed it more than he ever thought he possibly could.
“ I can’t imagine this! You’ve called Hilde right?” Quatre calls again from the other room. “Maybe she…” But he’s suddenly cut off by the appearance of the green eyed boy coming in from the parlor.
“ I just got off the phone with her for the third time. She says he’s on vacation and is not to be disturbed. She won’t tell me where he lives or where he is right now, if he’s still on L2 or any other way to contact him!” Here Trowa pauses to suck in a breath after his rant. “ But she’ll try to relay the message as soon as she can.”
“ But the party is next week! It’s been such a long time since the last one and I can’t imagine any party without Duo! It just wouldn’t be right…it would be indignant…it would be…” But whatever else it would be to Quatre is suddenly cut off by a pair of very talented lips soothing his own. Though he can’t exactly see what’s going on, Heero can guess and, judging by his smirk, knew all too well that it was a tactful way for getting the younger boy to calm down. Staring at the desktop screen the Japanese boy’s mind is left to whirl in the silence that follows. Where was Duo? Why didn’t he want to be found? That is the only way he could escape Heero’s efforts. Essentially all of them had been trained in the same fields, but Duo had always been excelled in stealth, even matching some of Heero’s credentials on a computer. But then, it took so much effort to successfully hide tracks and leads to the point where it was impossible to know what was going on in someone’s life. What was wrong? The happy couple strolling back into the library cuts off further insights; both look slightly flushed.
“ So, you’ve found nothing? That’s incredible. Aren’t you suppose to be the best?” Trowa teases, sitting in one of the chairs propped against the wall next to the brooding youth, pulling his blonde lover into his lap. Over the past years the tall, silent boy had opened up to the lighter side of humanity, burying his demons and letting Quatre share everything in his life.
“ Hn. I am the best…but if Duo doesn’t want us to find him, well…there’s nothing more I can do.” He voices aloud, the devastation and pain which causes his words to waver slightly is not over-sighted by his friends. Sighing, Heero closes down the computer and stands.
“ What do you mean ‘doesn’t want to be found’?! Why wouldn’t he? We’re his friends!” Quatre cries indignantly.
“ Heero’s right Quatre. He must have his own reasons and we must respect that. It may not even be us he doesn‘t want to be found by.” The smaller boy huffs, but keeps quiet. The couple watches as their sullen friends excuses himself and strides out of the room, probably to his guest quarters and back on his personal laptop to continue the search. Quatre leans into the warm embrace encircling him, trying to imagine not having this in his life. Friends could only comfort you to a certain extent, it took a lover to reach under your skin to that place that needs the most soothing.
“ Poor Heero. He finally knows how to feel and that its ok to, but he can’t express it, not with Duo being such a baka!” Trowa smiles to himself, thankful the other boy couldn’t see it.
“ He writes it in his songs, he does have a way.”
“ But it’s not the same. Would you rather me sing you a song that very subtly tells you my feelings or just say it to your face?”
“ That depends. Would there be a strip tease along with the song?” Quatre’s face lights up bright red, as it always did whenever anybody mentioned something of the sexual nature. Even though the Arabian had no problem with his sexuality, he figured his body would insist on always lighting up like some kind of American Christmas bulb.
“ That’s not the point! The point is Heero should be able to see Duo in person to tell him how he feels, even if Duo turns out to be straight! But we keep coming up against these problems. First finding out which colony he was on, even that was just a hunch. I mean yes, we all figured he was on L2, but it took so long to find out he actually worked under different alias’ and then a separate contractor that works through Hilde with no actual files somewhere we can locate them! That means he can be just about anywhere! He doesn’t own a car or a house or anything personal in his name! And now with Hilde not telling us anything, its like Allah is purposely making this whole thing difficult just for a laugh!”
“ Well, if that’s the case, its in Allah’s hands and we’ll just have to leave it to a lot of fate in bringing those two together. And there is still the problem Duo might be straight, even if we find him.” Silence lapses as Quatre sits thoughtfully, looking at the doorway Heero had gone through as if it is the most interesting object he’d ever seen. Finally he stands without turning around to the other boy,
“ I have to make a phone call.” Trowa watches the young man he loved march out of the room with a purpose set in his shoulders. After a few minutes the taller boy stands and finds his way to the other. As he enters the hallway Quatre is just finishing up his conversation. Trowa smirks proudly at his lover as he listens.
“ Yes---Today---I don’t care Hilde, tell him I’ll be there in a few hours and I will be camping out on your lawn or in the street outside your house until either he comes to see me or you give me a phone number.---I know I used to be a nice person, but that was back when I actually saw one of my best friends more than once in almost four years.---Okay---thank you. Goodbye.” Setting the phone as gently on the cradle as he can at the moment, the younger boy feels a pair of comforting arms wrap around him.
“ Let me guess,” Trowa purrs in the shorter boy’s ear. “ You’re going to get Duo yourself. What if he doesn’t want that?” Quatre leans his head lightly against the stable shoulder of his love and sighs.
“ Trowa I have a bad feeling about this. I mean, we haven’t seen or heard from him for almost four years! The only reason we know he’s alive is because of all the hours Heero has spent cracking into Hilde’s database! But now…I don’t think Duo would blatantly ignore us. You remember how he is, the least he would do is tell us to fuck off or something!” Trowa’s mouth twitches a little wider at the profanity that is a rarity out of his lover’s mouth. Another sigh from Quatre. “ I think there is something wrong, I can feel it in my heart. Besides, Heero is miserable. Each time we’ve tried to contact Duo or find out where he really is these last couple of weeks his heart breaks just a little more. The least we can do is try and bring them together just once and see if they can finally find happiness like we have.” With this said the shorter boy turns to bury his face in the crook of Trowa’s shoulder and neck. Breathing deeply he takes in the musky scent of his favorite cologne Trowa wore special for him, and the underlying smell that is purely his lover.
“ I hope you know what you’re doing love. Because I don’t have any more ideas.”