Author: J. Strahan
Pairings: 1+2, 2+1
Warnings: shonen-ai, angst, sap
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, Fic is.
Duo packed up what little he
had, and stood in the doorway or the bedroom, watching Heero type furiously
on his laptop. He still hadn't told his companion and his plans but he
had to now, while he still had the courage. He was sick of loving Heero
from afar. "Heero?"
"I... I'm leaving, Heero."
Heero immediately froze, then spun around to study Duo's face, his deep
blue eyes narrowed. After a few seconds he responded. "What did you
Duo lowered his head so his baseball cap covered his eyes, so the other
boy couldn't see. "I'm leaving. I can't stay here any longer... You
know how I... but... you don't.... Forget it. I have to go." He turned,
his head still bowed, and headed to the door, where the bag containing
his possessions leaned against the door frame.
He was stopped from behind by strong hands on his shoulders. "Don't."
The American boy shrugged Heero's hands away. "I have to. I have
to sort my life out." He continued to the doorway, where he swept
up his bag midstride.
As he opened the front door, he dared a sidelong glance behind him, and
his resolve nearly evaporated. The Japanese boy stood motionless a few
paces behind him, one hand still slightly outstretched towards Duo, slowly
withdrawing. His face was blank, except for his eyes, which held an emotion
that he coudn't identify. Never had he looked so forlorn.
"I'm so sorry, Heero, I have to do this." Duo took a deep breath
and turned away, the door clicking as he shut it behind him. He hated
having to do this, knowing he was the only friend that Heero had, but
Duo wanted more than friendship, and he wasn't getting it being Heero's
Heero's words went unheard. "I need you, Duo. Don't leave me..."
8 Months Later Duo knocked on the door to Heero's apartment. No answer.
"Hey! Heero, you here? Hello?" He rapped his knuckles on the
When there was no answer again, he opened the door. The room was empty.
"Hello?" he called, glancing around as he laid his bag on the
table near the door. Everything was exactly the way it had been the day
He heard footsteps coming from... somewhere. He walked through the living
room and turned into the hallway. He froze, as did Heero, who was halfway
down the hall, facing him. For half a second, the Japanese boy stood in
shock. "You... you came back..."
A smile spread across Duo's face, and he relaxed into a more comfortable
stance. "I sure did, didn't I?"
Heero didn't answer. Instead, he stepped toward Duo, not pausing when
he reached him, but pushing Duo slowly back into the living room. When
they reached the center of the room, he stopped, his face mere inches
away from the other boy's, glaring at him. "You're back."
Duo, who was more than a little bit confused, let a sheepish grin out
as he replied jokingly, "Well, what d'ya know! I am!"
Heero's hard gaze didn't waver. If anything, it became colder. "What
do you want, Duo?" he ground out.
The grin faded, and Duo searched for words. "I came back for you,
Heero... I told you I would--"
Heero countered, his voice icy. "You said nothing of the sort,
Duo. For all I knew, you had walked off the face of the Earth. It took
months for me to get you out of my head, and when I finally do,
you think you can just walk back into my life? So you can ruin it again?
I'm better off without you, old friend." he snarled furiously.
"Please, Heero, just hear me out--" Their reunion wasn't going
at all like he's planned.
"Shut up, Duo. It was you that left me. It was your
decision. Now leave me alone!"
"Get out. NOW."
Duo just stared at his former best friend. Was this really happening?
The longer he stood there, the more sure he became. Heero wanted him gone.
"If that's how you want it." He exhaled slowly, and looked away,
eyes burning with tears that he couldn't shed. He turned and hurried out
the door. So much for telling Heero how he felt.
Heero's eyes remained on the door for a moment, then closed. Had he just
thrown Duo out? After waiting so long for him to return? After dreaming
of this day for months on end?
He opened his eyes again, and they fell on the bag on the table by the
door. He opened it, and looked at the contents. A change of clothes, a
wallet, and a sketchpad, which he pulled out. He padded over to the kitchen
and sat on one of the stools by the counter. After staring blankly at
the book for a moment, he began thumbing through the pages. The first
page was a pencil sketch of a German girl. His mind labeled her as the
ex- OZ soldier, Hilde; Duo had told him about her while the were on Peacemillion.
She was lying on a beat-up sofa, a can of soda in her hand. He went to
the next page. It was a sketch of an older man and Hilde sitting on the
hood of a battered old car in a junkyard. Both were done very well. The
next page was a portrait of Duo himself. it wasn't nearly as good as the
others, but nevertheless a good sketch.
The next page was of Heero himself. He was half-sitting, half- leaning
on the railing of the salvage ship where they had first stayed together,
arms folded, glaring out at the water. He smirked as he saw the wrench-split
on his leg. Either it had been drawn back then, or Duo had a damned good
recollection of details.
The next was himself standing on the platform just outside of Wing's cockpit,
self-detonation trigger in his hand. He turned the page and saw himself
once again, this one being a close-up profile of himself with his eyes
shut, kissing the barrel of a handgun. Each one was better than the last,
he thought to himself.
As he was turning the page, the door opened again, and Duo stepped inside,
his face solemn. "I forgot my..." He stopped talking when he
saw Heero looking through his sketches, panic crossing his face, then
flustered anger. "What do you think you're doing, going through my
things!? I've been gone for two minutes, and you start digging through
He stalked over to Heero and reached for the sketchpad, his face flushing
Heero quickly pulled it out of the other boy's reach and looked at his
ex-partner. "If you've been drawing me, I think I should be able
to see them." he said coolly.
"But...! Just give that back!" Duo sputtered.
"I will. When I'm finished looking at it."
Duo lunged for the book, only to have it pulled away again.
"Is there something in here you don't want me to see, Duo?"
Heero asked, opening to the page he'd stopped at.
"Yes! No! I mean... oh God..." He knew quite well that he wouldn't
get it back until Heero was through with it, so he sank into a chair,
buried his face in his hands, and waited for the worst.
It was a sketch of him and Duo, back to back, hands intertwined. Heero
looked at it for a moment, looked at Duo, then returned his gaze to the
book, turning the page. There was no way that Duo could feel the same
way about him, was there?
This one was of Duo and himself again, both were facing forward, but he
was behind Duo with his arms around the other's waist, and his head on
Duo's shoulder. Duo had one hand on the arms around his waist, the other
was buried in Heero's hair. Both were smiling. Maybe there was a chance....
He turned the page.
He and Duo were lying in a bed, the blanket pulled up to cover everything
below the waist, but both were shirtless. He was asleep on his back, Duo
on top of him, head on his chest, their arms wrapped around each other.
He looked at it is surprise for a moment, then turned the page. It was
Duo's head raised, but he wouldn't look at Heero. "Yeah?"
"Will you stay?"
The American's head jerked up, and their eyes met. "What?"
"Will you stay with me, Duo?"
Duo blinked, unbelieving. "You want me to?"
Heero pulled the other boy up from the chair and into his arms. "I
should think that's obvious."
A smile crept across his face, and he tilted his head forward until his
lips were just touching Heero's ear. "Then I will. As long as you
want me to, Heero, I'll stay."
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