of Jupiter (cont)
Duo sat at the pier, watching
the sun sink below the horizon, the whole ocean afire with the reddish-orange
glow of the setting sun. He still didn't know how he'd gotten enough courage
to write and mail that letter, let alone actually show up at the pier.
Their meeting was still several hours away, yet he was already shaking
uncontrolably. What had he been thinking? He didn't even know what he
was going to say!
He watched the waves slap against the sand, trying to calm his nerves.
There was no turning back now; he had to go through with this,
or he'd definitely regret it for the rest of his life. Heero watched the
sillowette sitting on the pier from a distance. At first he hadn't been
sure who it was, but when the wind blew, it had caught his braid. Heero
stood rooted to the spot, not sure if he should join the other boy, or
wait until the appointed time. As the sun finally fell below the horizon,
he made up his mind, silently treading toward the boy watching the waves.
Duo could sense the presence of someone behind him, but didn't turn. Instead,
he panicked. It was too early! He wasn't ready for this! His nerve froze
once again, and he closed his eyes, trying to gain his bearings. Shinigami
was afraid of nothing! He took a deep breath and slightly tilted his head,
signalling that he knew the other was there.
Heero silently evaluated Duo's actions, then joined him, sitting with
his feet hanging over the water. Together they watched the twilight fade,
but neither spoke a word. Finally, Heero broke the stalemate. "What
"I... I don't know. I suppose I was just lost."
"I was looking for myself, but I guess I'm not too good at that."
He was quiet for a moment. "I'm glad you came."
"I was afraid I wouldn't see you again."
Duo was surprised to learn that the Japanese boy even cared that he had
disappeared, but then again, after what had happened that night, he certainly
had good reason. "I'm sorry." The braided boy looked away from
the horizon suddenly finding interest in the old splintered plank he sat
Heero nearly growled at the reticence of the other. He hated that he was
forcing the words out of the boy he'd come to care for so deeply, but
if he didn't, the words would never come. He didn't want Duo to think
he was angry at him, it would only chase him away again. He tried to cool
the edge in his voice as he asked his next question. "Why did you
"... I.... I was scared."
"...Of... you. I was scared of you. And of what I was doing, and
how you reacted. I didn't know what I was doing, and when you... when
"Kissed?" Heero supplied.
"Yeah." Duo let out a shaky breath and continued. "I just
freaked out, because I was kissing another guy, you know? My best friend,
of all people.... Not just a kiss, either. It wasn't like a kiss between
friends, Heero. You know that." He looked over at Heero, searching.
Heero met his gaze, unwavering. "You're wrong. It was between friends,
Duo. But I don't think either of us were content with simple friendship
Duo nodded, suddenly relaxed. "So what now?"
"We go home." Heero stood, then offered a hand to the braided
boy. Duo let the other pull him to his feet, and they walked away from
the pier, their hands still interlaced.
Heero and Duo stood at the steps that led up to Heero's apartment. During
the short walk back, the atmosphere between them had shifted from guarded
to friendly, though there was no conversation. Somehow, just being in
the other's presence seemed to make things better. Heero unlocked the
door, and they entered. Heero made a wide gesture across the room. "I'm
sure you know how to get around an apartment, so forget about the tour.
I'm sure you'll want to get cleaned up; the towels are under the cupboard.
I'll be in my room if you need anything else." With that, he walked
down the hall, and into the room at the end of the hallway, leaving the
door partially open.
Duo stared at the door for a minute or two, running over the evening's
events in his mind. There was so much happening so fast, he just didn't
know where to begin, until he finally decided to follow Heero's advice,
and dug a towel out of the cupboard before continuing into the bathroom.
"Oh, and Duo?" He heard Heero's gentle voice from the bedroom.
"There's some shampoo and conditioner for you in the top drawer under
Sure enough, in the top drawer laid two bottles of Duo's favorite haircare
products. He looked at them for a moment, then closed his eyes. All this
time he had been running... and everything would have been all right if
he had only stayed with Heero. He took a deep breath and turned on the
shower, determined to make this the best night he possibly could.
'What could be better?' he asked himself, trying to make the best of the
situation. 'I came back from a four month vacation, watched the sun go
down over the ocean, was welcomed into the home of my best friend, who
had practically been waiting for me to return, and now I'm going to take
a nice, long, hot shower to wash away the problems of the past. I'll be
damned if I let the rest of this night go to waste!' With a grin and a
new attitude, he stripped and stepped under the warm spray of the showerhead.
Heero kicked off his shoes, laid back onto his bed, and stared at the
ceiling. Was this actually happening? Had Duo really come back to him?
He must have. Heero wasn't the daydreaming type. Duo had come back, and
was a room away, his muffled singing just loud enough to be heard above
the sound of the shower.
Now that Duo was back, however, what would happen? It didn't matter, he
decided. Just as Duo had told him that night so long ago, no matter what
he did, things always worked out for him. And they would now, too.
He let a smile cross his face - the first real one since that night, and
contented himself with listening to Duo's voice.
//Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey//
The singing stopped, soon followed by the shower. A few minutes later,
there was a knock at the bedroom door. Heero sat up in the center of his
bed and looked at the partially open door in anticipation. "Come
The door slowly swung open to reveal the most beautiful thing Heero had
ever seen. There stood Duo, his damp, uncombed hair trailing loosly over
his shoulders, droplets of moisture clinging to his bangs and the crown
of his head. His chest was faintly tanned, and slightly more filled out
than his own, though he still looked as sleek and graceful as ever, with
well defined muscles and a slim waist. Heero watched in near envy as a
few drops of water fell from Duo's hair, slowly making their way down
his torso before disappearing into the soft white towel he was clutching
around his hips. Finally, amethyst met cobalt, and Duo's eyes shone with
a brilliant light that Heero had never seen before.
//She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey//
Duo could feel Heero's eyes on his body and held back a blush, opting
instead for a lopsided grin. It was amazingly flattering that Heero would
show such evident appreciation for his body. If it had been anyone else,
he could have taken it all in stride, but Heero was different. When it
came to Heero, everything was different.
He walked towards the bed, putting just a little bit of a seductive sway
in his hips, then kneeled on the corner of the mattress, watching the
Japanese youth the whole time. "So what now?" he asked plainly.
Heero licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. "Not what you think
will happen, I'm afraid." he replied mysteriously, getting up off
the bed and motioning that Duo stay, then striding smoothly into the bathroom.
"Well, that all depends on what I'm thinking, doesn't it?"
Heero re-emerged, one hand behind his back, and headed for the dresser.
"I suppose. What are you thinking?" He pulled open one of the
drawers and dug through the clothing within.
//Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey//
Duo grinned. He loved it when Heero loosened up and lost the Soldier act.
"I'm thinking you'd better get back over here, before I get bored
and leave again."
"Right." Heero turned and tossed an article of black clothing
Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a large navy blue T-shirt.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Wear it." came the flat reply.
"Right." He pulled it over his head, and looked at Heero again,
who handed him a pair of boxers. He held them up, inspecting them with
disgust. "These too? Man! Don't you know that guys are supposed to
sleep in the buff?"
Heero smirked at him. "Oh, it must have slipped my mind. Wear them
Duo pouted adorably. "You mean you don't want me?"
Heero sighed. "You're dripping all over my bed."
The American mock-glared at him for a moment, then pulled off the towel,
his "unmentionables" concealed by the large shirt. 'Thankfully,'
Heero added. He didn't think that a glance at the other's equipment was
going to help him keep his self-control. He looked away as Duo pulled
the boxers on, and turned back to see Duo eying him with interest.
"Any other odd requests, while we're at it?" Duo inquired, arching
"Yes. Grab that chair and take it out onto the balcony. I'll join
you in a minute."
Duo blinked. "I shouldn't have asked!" he lamented before getting
up off the bed and picking up the tiny overstuffed chair and carrying
it towards the sliding glass door that opened reveal the small but cozy
little balcony attached to Heero's living room. "Where do you find
this kind of furniture?" he called into the apartment as he set the
chair in the center of the balcony, facing out into the east.
"It's custom-made." Heero replied as he join Duo on the balcony,
carrying a giant black leather beanbag which he sat in front if the chair.
"This one's for you." he said, gesturing that Duo sit down.
After Duo had settled himself cross-legged on top of the beanbag chair,
Heero seated himself behind Duo in the overstuffed chair and held up a
hairbrush. "You don't mind starting up a few old traditions again,
Duo smiled to himself, wondering why he hadn't known what Heero had wanted
earlier on. "Not at all." He closed his eyes, and leaned back
slightly, so he was within Heero's reach. Heero slowly began brushing
out Duo's still-damp hair, carefully combing out the tangles and working
his way up. Duo relaxed into the feeling of Heero brushing his hair, his
eyes shut. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he was finally
completely happy, without any doubts lurking in the back of his mind.
He was back where he belonged.
Heero continued brushing Duo's hair long after the tangles were out, and
it was nearly dry from the cool night breeze. After a few hours he felt
Duo drifting in and out of sleep, and set the brush aside so he could
reach forward to wrap his arms around Duo's shoulders. Duo woke again
and leaned back against the other boy's chest, simply enjoying the moment
of pure perfection. Heero leaned back into his chair keeping Duo within
the circle of his arms, and the two watched the stars until sleep finally
//Tell me, did you sail across the sun,
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated//
It wasn't until the horizon began to light up before Heero awoke, pleasantly
surprised at finding Duo still in his arms, then remembering the night
before. It was far from his idea of the perfect reunion, but now that
Duo was back, it wan't important. They only thing that mattered was that
they were finally together again. As the first sliver of sunlight made
it's way over the horizon, he gently shook the American's shoulder. Duo
stirred, but before he had the chance to speak, Heero pressed a finger
to his lips to quiet him, then pointed to the brilliant array of colors
that came with the sunrise.
The entire city was awash in the fiery crimson reflections that flooded
the sky as the sun crept slowly into the sky. The sluggish sounds of life
could be heard distantly down on the street, and finally they stood, Heero's
arms still around Duo, Duo's head resting in the crook of Heero's neck.
Duo sighed and nuzzled his nose against the juncture of Heero's neck and
ear, breathing in the invigorating scent that eminated from him. 'If heaven
really existed,' he thought to himself, 'It couldn't possibly be better
//Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me
while you were looking at yourself out there//
~ Owari ~
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