(kodoku na okami)
and Fools + Part 13
Ending 2, Part 1
Sans Dire (Without Saying)
(Sometimes soldiers and fools
find each other.)
Duo waited for a year to hear Heero tell him he trusted him, and when
it came, he almost missed it because Heero made it sound like a joke.
But for all the changes he had seen in his friend, Duo knew Heero would
never joke about something like that.
Damn Dekim Barton! Damn him to the deepest pit in Hell! If I could
light candles to guarantee his place there every church on Earth and the
Colonies would be lit forever! Heero had been so close. They
had been so close. But Heero had had to pull the soldier close again,
and that wasn't something easily undone. Duo knew far too well how hard
it was to take off a comfortable cloak like the soldier, or the fool,
or Death. Its fibers grew deep into your flesh and removing it tore skin,
muscle and bone and left you raw and bleeding.
He had waited.
He hated waiting, but healing took time.
Duo knew he had set something in motion that, like a Deist's clockwork
universe, didn't need his constant attention. It had taken on a life of
its own and, with hammers too small to feel, had reforged parts of Heero's
Gundanium-hard heart. He had seen the results. He remembered the time
Heero hadn't killed him. He remembered the time Heero had told him he
trusted him. He knew it was true.
Two and a half years since the second war and he'd heard nothing from
He watched from a distance and waited. He watched Heero struggle to settle
down after the second war. He watched him grasp at the vestiges of normalcy
-- fast-track degree in aviation that Heero had finished in six months
instead of two years, an apartment, a motorcycle, a job. The job -- that
was almost comical. Heero Yuy, ace Gundam pilot, hopping cargo jets between
a dozen medium-to-small cities in Europe, all within two hundred miles
of each other. A mission every day, but never any killing. Maybe the regular
rituals of takeoff, flight and landing had helped him quiet the demons
that had haunted them both -- still haunted Duo's dreams at times.
He worried when Heero starting flying a weekend air show circuit in addition
to the air cargo. When Heero's plane didn't pull out of a loop and crashed,
Duo had called in most of his favors to get himself assigned as lead investigator,
though it wasn't his field, and three of his people as the investigation
team. The official report said a bolt had sheared. Duo knew better. He
had CGI-ed the cockpit video to hide the truth while his team altered
flight data and planted the bolt.
Two and a half years and not a word. That's at least partly my fault.
After a week of non-stop cover-up, and many favors owed, he finally made
it to the hospital. Heero was still unconscious, though the doctors had
said he was out of the coma stage. He hadn't seen Heero that battered
in a long, long time. Not since the first war. The room was empty except
for Heero and him and the trappings of a seriously injured patient recovering.
He just wanted to be near him. He crawled onto the edge of the bed and
curled up next to him, holding him.
"Excuse me, sir."
He'd been so lost in memory that he hadn't heard the nurse come in. "I'm
just returning an old favor," He said, getting up. His uniform seemed
to make her rethink her next statement. "Is he going to be OK?" he asked.
As she looked at him deciding what to say, he saw pity in her face and
realized he was the only person who had come to see Heero. That hurt.
"The doctor will be here in a few minutes," she said and left as quietly
as she had come.
Duo sat in the chair, looking at the body laying on the bed, thinking
about how miserable his friend's life must be. When the doctor arrived,
Duo used his role as lead investigator to "encourage" the doctor to answer
his questions. In the end, she cited a bunch of tests, the upshot of which
was that Heero should be awake soon, then left.
After a soft kiss on Heero's lips, Duo followed her. He wanted to stay,
to be there when Heero woke up, but Heero had a lot of things to figure
out for himself first. He stopped at the nurse's station and handed the
nurse he'd seen earlier a copy of the accident report. "Make sure he reads
that first thing when he wakes up. Tell him I said it's important."
"Who should I say--"
"He'll know. Just give him the report."
Two and a half years, Heero.
Heero hadn't returned to the air show circuit, but there were still cracks
in the facade. At times, Heero still failed to file flight plans or deviated
from them for no good reason. Duo still worried, especially when they
happened while he was watching. They were always easier to handle when
he could skim to the end of the flight log and see that Heero had landed
safely. Oh, he knew Heero probably wouldn't do anything foolish -- he
had a mission, even if it was just to land a load of boxes safely in the
next city. But he doubted sometimes, and wished he could be there, just
Two and a half years. Did *we* mean nothing to you Heero?
Of course, Duo had never told him he loved him. He hadn't been able to
admit it to himself until after the second war. But he remembered the
time Heero said he hoped he didn't have to kill him, in his own cold way.
A hand held. Two bottles of conditioner and a hairbrush appearing unasked
for. And a too-small bed shared in innocent comfort and the way it had
made him feel. Duo knew the memories made no sense now that the world
was "normal", but back then, they had been real. Back then, Duo
thought, maybe that was Heero saying he cared for me. I hope.
Over time his love for Heero had changed. Maybe because he had finally
admitted it to himself, even though it scared him. Maybe because seeing
it for what it was had made him hope again, like Sister Helen's hugs and
smiles had long ago.
Two and a half years of silence. He had learned to live with Heero's silence,
but two and a half years... I don't have God's infinite patience.
It's time to give the clockwork a little kick. I'm done waiting.
He looked down at the two half-sheets of paper before him. These were
the kick. On one, a sketch. On the back of it, two flight numbers. On
the other a map leading to a set of coordinates and a time. A point in
space-time. A point when Duo would find out... if he came.
That scared Duo the most. Would Heero come? Did he really want him to
come? He was walking onto their battlefield with no armor and no weapons.
If Heero shot him he'd be defenseless, dead. Or might as well be, because...
It was a dangerous thing to think. It was deadly to say. None had ever
"Because I love him. (God, please don't kill him.) I love his cold soul
and it's hidden warmth. (God, please don't kill him.) I love his face
when it looks at me with expressions only I can read. (God, please don't
kill him.) I love helping him find things he never knew existed in him.
(God, please don't kill him.) Hell, I even love the way he looks when
he's holding a gun on me. (God, please don't kill him.) And I want his
body, his heart, his soul. (God, please don't kill him.) But if he can't
accept that, just let me be near him again. (God, if one of us has to
die, kill me.)"
It was the first time he'd ever said it aloud. He waited for a moment.
Nothing happened. As often, he wasn't sure how his prayers would be answered.
He sighed. Duo, you fool, you're smitten with that cold bastard and
have been since you don't know when. He dabbed the end of his braid
to his eyes. Boys don't cry, he reminded himself. As he slipped
the first scrap of paper into an envelope, he thought he heard the sound
The envelope had been in his box at the airport when he'd returned from
his last hop of the day. No one knew how it got there. Heero checked it
for trigger wires. It was small, but he'd taken out whole rooms with just
that much C-10. Nothing. No bomb this time. He slid a fingernail under
the top edge and sliced it open, then fished out the scrap of paper. Flight
numbers -- tomorrow's Dublin run and... the local hop to Sligo. He knew
all the flight numbers, even those he'd never flown. Duo's neat handwriting.
Printed so there could be no mistakes.
He's up to something. He'd been waiting for something like this
for weeks now.
He had a file box in his apartment with every article he'd been able to
find on Duo. It was his way of keeping Duo close, keeping an eye on him,
though it had taken him two years to understand that. Duo was always doing
foolish things. At least his job in the Preventers made him easy to track
on the surface and gave Heero the clues he needed to dig deeper. He knew
Duo never took vacations. He knew he had gotten himself stationed in Japan.
He knew he had a small art gallery on the side, most of the work his own
drawings and calligraphy. He'd bought one of Duo's haiku pieces -- indirectly
so Duo wouldn't know. He'd wanted to have something to remind him of the
page he'd lost in the war.
Duo had been avoiding him. Duo, the first person he'd ever cared about
-- even before he'd learned to care about himself. He knew secrets about
Duo that even Duo hadn't figured out, and he suspected Duo knew the same
How could he just turn it off like that?
The war was over and, after a short time of decompression, each of them
was going his own direction and the world was changing so fast they had
to hold on tight just to stay on it. And before things could settle down
again, there had been the second war, just a small skirmish really, but
it had dredged up so many painful pasts. Maybe it had just been too much
change too fast. Maybe that was why the five of them had grown apart after
the wars. Maybe that was why he had been so miserable. That's what he'd
He'd found the truth when he hit bottom.
He hated his job. He hated his life. He hated himself. He was flying the
air show and it seemed so easy to miss the pull-up. Unfortunately, or
so he'd thought when he woke, even crashing a plane into the ground wasn't
enough to kill him. He caught that particular scent of cinnamon. "Duo?"
He tried to jump up, but couldn't.
"Relax, Mr. Yuy," the nurse said. "You were in a bad accident."
"Hn." The only accident is that I'm still alive.
"There was a young man from the Preventers here earlier. He had a long
braid. I found him laying next to you. 'Returning an old favor,' I think
"Duo," Heero whispered. Four strands of soft, chestnut hair caught on
"Oh, he said you'd know who he was." She held out a folder, then laid
it on the bed beside his hand. "He said to be sure you read the accident
report, that it was important."
The nurse released the restraints that held him in the bed and set about
checking vitals, a simple reflex test and the other rituals that defined
her job. "If you feel up to it, I can get dinner here in about an hour."
"Yes." He was hungry. The internal clock, faithful as ever, told him he'd
been unconscious for a week.
After the nurse left, he read the report. It was a lie. He'd only suspected
Duo of lying once, and he'd come to believe that maybe it hadn't been
quite a lie. Like now wasn't quite a lie. Duo hadn't signed the report.
That was his out. Then he found the sticky-note Duo had hidden for him
on the fifth page of the raw data from the bolt shear analysis. Any layman
but Heero would have stopped reading long before then. It was a drawing
of him right before the crash, obviously from the video, and words. "Get
off the air show circuit or I'll kill you myself, you bastard."
He was still looking at it when the nurse returned with dinner. He set
the report aside and ate. The food in his stomach made him feel somewhat
alive again. He collected the cinnamon-scented hairs from his pillow and
put them in the folder with the accident report. "I'll try, Duo."
A week after he got out of the hospital, angry again and slightly drunk,
he'd hacked his way into the Preventers' private network. He didn't know
what he was going to do, maybe just read all Duo's files to be near him
again, or maybe delete them all, just so Duo would know he was angry.
Then he found the encrypted files. He downloaded them, wondering what
Duo had that would need encryption buried that deep in a secure network.
At the apartment, he set about cracking them.
The password wasn't "Damnit" this time. It took him a month to break the
encryption on the key. He was surprised to find its bit pattern was a
picture of him. Smiling. DM195. He wondered when that had happened. He
read the files and saw the pictures. He was being watched. It made him
Then he saw where Duo had cleaned up behind him, not just after the crash,
which could have gotten him permanently grounded. Failing to file a flight
plan in the air freight business was grounds for termination. On those
particular days he'd wanted to be fired. He'd changed his mind once he
was in the air. Everything seemed different after he got off the ground
and Earth stretched out distant below him. Looking at it from 30,000 feet,
he could believe in peace. Strange how he hadn't been able to see it from
No one had ever called him on the flight plans. He had thought maybe,
knowing who he was, they blamed it on the wars -- post-traumatic stress,
battle fatigue or any of the dozen other names for the mild-to-serious
insanity soldiers suffered after going through their own bitter piece
of Hell in a war. He had thought they let him stay on out of respect or
maybe pity. He didn't want either, but when he landed he always wanted
the job, so he accepted it.
But he had been wrong. It was Duo watching out for him. Filing the flight
plans for him and faking the timestamps. Gifting him with those bits of
a normal life that had become so precious to his returning sanity.
So what is he up to now? He turned the paper over. Ah.
A picture of a winged figure with a yard-long braid leading a dark-haired
boy into the moonrise. DM199. This time Duo hadn't pretended to disguise
who they were. He didn't have to. Heero closed his eyes for a moment,
pulling his perfect copy of the original from the box in his mind.
He'd unwrapped those memories the night he'd finally opened Duo's secret
files and found his own deep, blue eyes staring back at him. For a while,
he'd thought he was back in the war, when the reek of burning hydraulics
and grinding metal had closed his throat and ripped his eyes just that
same way. But it had been neither of those things. And even they could
not have explained why his face was wet. He'd almost called Duo then,
but something had stopped him. Over the following weeks and months the
memories had found others he'd thought he'd forgotten. Some good, some
bad. But even the bad memories had their good parts -- now. He'd finally
understood that Duo wasn't ready for him anymore than he was ready for
He couldn't do anything for Duo then, but he'd known what he had to do.
Just as mastering Zero had showed him the path to the end of the first
war, mastering his memories showed him the path to the end of his oldest
war -- his war with himself. The soldier rested lightly on his shoulders
now. He believed there was a chance he could be human. He believed what
Duo had written and drawn for him -- was it only four years ago?
He walked to the office and checked the roster for the Ireland run. Good.
Harris hated flying over water. He'd trade in a heartbeat. Richleau, the
copilot, was a newbie suckup. The boy would look the other way when Heero
stowed his motorcycle in the hold. Hell, he'd probably kiss my ass
just to say he'd been copilot to the great Heero Yuy. He could just
hear the boy's fake French accent now. It made him ill. He'd dump the
controls to the boy, let him get a few hours on his log. That should keep
him busy enough that Heero wouldn't have to endure much of his inane conversation.
He called Harris, then the Dublin office. He told the receptionist what
he wanted and she offered to take care of it for him. She knew just the
place and it gave her an excuse to go shopping after work today. He'd
accepted, thanking her. It would save him time tomorrow.
Time to go to bed, he thought. For some reason he never thought
of his apartment as home. As he walked out to the parking lot and the
waiting motorcycle, his lips twitched into a faint smile. He still "forgot"
to file flight plans every two or three months...
Duo sat, knees to chest, waiting. He had delivered the second half of
his kick to the Sligo office that morning, wearing his uniform and making
lots of noise at the receptionist about being sure to give it to "Captain
Heero Yuy -- H-e-e-r-o Y-u-y -- that's Heero Yuy", just as soon as he
got in from his flight. He'd told her the flight and the ETA at least
three times. The receptionist wouldn't forget him any time soon.
Heero was over two hours late. It isn't like him to be late. He isn't
coming. Damn that bastard. He really doesn't care about me. Boysdon'tcry.
That's a lie! A damn lie! Duo's head fell to his knees and he wept.
He almost didn't hear it until it was too late.
"Duo? ... Duo, I'm here." Why? Why here in the middle of nowhere in
He'd delayed the flight from Dublin to Sligo, telling Richleau the ILS
was acting up and leaving the boy to supervise repairs while he took care
of his business in Dublin. When the receptionist in Sligo gave him the
second note he was already late. Damn, Duo, you should have given
me more time. After leaving the main road, he'd raced his motorcycle
along a punishing, ever-narrowing country lane for an hour. He'd stopped
when he reached Duo's motorcycle -- who else would have a black bike with
Preventers logos on it this far out? He'd walked the last three miles
of the map into the forest until he'd reached this clearing. He looked
at his watch. The GPS readout said he was in the right place, though Duo's
coordinates covered half a hectare. He didn't need to see the chronograph
to know he was two and a half hours late.
"Duo?" Where was he? Maybe he'd guessed wrong. "If this is a trick Duo..."
The soldier leaped on the opportunity and clung to him like skin. "I will
kill you." The soldier was afraid. He sensed Death lurking nearby. Heero
could smell the fear and pushed him away.
"Heero!" Faint in the distance. Duo's voice. Crunching underbrush. The
sounds getting louder. Heero turned to face the source of the noise. He
wasn't prepared for the flying tackle. They crashed to the ground in a
tangle of limbs and braid, Heero flat on his back. He was glad the soldier
had lost the battle about the gun back at the bike, otherwise the landing
might have been painful.
"Hn. Are you trying to break my ribs?"
"Uh, no," but Duo relaxed his hold, pulling back to look him in the face.
Heero saw the look, and connected it with a word he'd heard but never
understood before now -- joy. He didn't understand how that fit with the
tear-tracks Duo hadn't quite wiped away, but he knew that was the right
Duo took his own hope from Heero's faint smile. "I, um, thought you weren't
That explains the tears. "I'm sorry Duo."
"Why were you so late?"
"Delays in Dublin."
Duo's brow wrinkled, doubtful. But reading Heero's face had always been
a challenge, and now all the old, familiar clues failed him in the cloud-wisped
starlight. "Well, uh, c'mon anyway. There's still time." He disentangled
himself and stood, offering Heero a hand. Still the green tank top under
an old green denim jacket and over dark blue jeans. "Huh! Shades of Spandex
Boy." He winced as he heard it. The old taunt was not what he wanted.
"And you, Shinigami?"
As Heero stood, Duo looked and realized he'd traded his uniform for black
jeans and black button-up, only half buttoned, over a white T-shirt. "Old,
bad habits, I guess," he frowned.
Heero removed a stray leaf from inside his jacket, surprised to find Duo
was a good six centimeters taller than him, then ordered, "Lead," evoking
a better memory.
Duo held out his hand. His smile returned when Heero took it.
They walked east up a steep, rocky incline, the night sounds of the forest
breathing life all around them. Duo finally broke their silence. "Don't
you want to know where we are?"
"Then why don't you ask?"
"If I wait long enough you'll tell me without--." Heero stopped walking.
He didn't want to fall into the well-rehearsed maneuvers of the war they
had waged against themselves for far too long. That wasn’t why he'd come.
Duo had left "Uh" and "Um" in the clearing. He knew he should leave the
soldier there too. It was hard, though. The soldier was afraid to be left
behind. Heero gave him no choice. He would face this encounter with Duo
The night seemed different. Brighter. More alive. If he'd understood the
word, he might have said "magical". "Where are we, Duo?" he asked as he
took a step and they resumed their walk. He thought he knew, but Duo wanted
to tell him.
"Sleuth Wood." Silence, then, "You'd guessed."
They walked for another twelve and a half minutes. Heero hadn't known
the internal clock wasn't part of the soldier. They came to a rock-strewn
drop-off overlooking a lake.
"Why are we here?" He knew, but Duo wanted -- needed -- to tell him that
Minutes passed. He looked at Duo, but his friend stared out to the cloud-hid
east, waiting. Friend. The word thrummed with possibilities.
When did I stop thinking of Duo as a "boy"? Were either of us ever
boys? He brushed aside the darker memory and waited.
The clouds broke before a distant wind, revealing the full moon, white
and grey above them. The moonlight laid its path across the sky and the
trees and the sand and the lake to rest in front of them. Heero's breath
caught in his throat. He hadn't expected that. "You couldn't have planned
"I took a chance," Duo whispered, awed by the magic he had wrought. "Heero,
"Shut up, Duo." He'd been waiting for it, but his words carried more force
than he'd intended. Duo's hand writhed in a futile attempt to break his
grip. "You talk in your sleep," he said, softer, a passing remark, but
Duo knew he never said anything in passing.
"What did I--" Duo was suddenly still. Wary, Heero thought.
"Especially when you're having nightmares about your childhood." He met
the violet eyes and saw this was going to be harder than he'd thought,
but he'd learned that birth is painful. "Especially when you've been badly
beaten and you're sharing an too-small bed with me."
Duo closed his eyes, waiting for the hammer.
"... and you want me so bad it hurts, but you're afraid to tell me you
love me because everyone you love dies."
Oh, damn, damn, DAMN your mouth Duo. You can't even keep it shut when
you're asleep. Damn, God, why did you curse me so? Why? Why does my damn
mouth always have to go off at the wrong time? He felt the tears
coming back. Damn! Boysdon'tcry. Boysdon'tcry! LIAR!
"Heero," voice shuddering. "I'm sorry. I--"
"Shut up, Duo."
Gentle this time. Duo's eyes opened to find a moonlit smile only he would
recognize as a smile.
"I came when you asked." Ah, there's joy again. Heero liked seeing
Duo didn't realize he'd stopped breathing until his lungs burned and his
knees buckled, Heero caught him and sat him down, then sat behind him
and pulled him close against his chest.
They talked about the wars and the nightmares and the good times they
hadn't known were good until now. Heero played with Duo's braid as clouds
hid and revealed the moon and Duo leaned against him, savoring the whiff
of cordite in the air. Heero's scent. Some things never changed. Sometimes
that was good.
Silence fell between them and Heero felt Duo draw breath to speak. Again,
he'd been waiting for it. "Don't say it if you're afraid," Heero said,
interrupting Duo before he'd started. He looked over Duo's shoulder at
the soft hair in his hands. "I'm not sure I can say it yet. I don't know
if I understand--"
"I love you, Heero." There. "Aishiteru." He'd said it. No fear. No doubt.
No reservation. He breathed deep, filling his lungs with the intoxicating
fragrance of Heero and the moonlight and laughed. "I want to be with you.
Friend, lover, drinking buddy, whatever you'll accept." He laughed again
when he realized what he'd said. Damn mouth going off again.
But he'd said it and they were both still alive. Feelings are better
said than ignored. Wasn't that was the lesson he'd set in motion
for Heero? "Damn. I was so sure I was going to help you come out of your
shell. And now--"
Heero laughed. Not the horrible laugh from the war, but a soft, staccato
chuckle. Duo was so surprised he almost forgot to memorize the sound,
adding it to his catalog of Heero.
"You did. But what did Sister Helen say about helping others?"
Duo remembered. "Helping others we help ourselves." And I didn't even
know I needed help. "How much did I say in my sleep?"
"Not enough to fix me then, but too much for me to forget." Heero pushed
a flat, square box into Duo's hands. "The other reason I was late. Something
else you said."
Duo opened the box. Feathered wings worked in silver spread the width
of both his hands. Heero turned them over, showing him the clasp that
would hold them in his hair and reading the words he'd had engraved. "Wings
for an Angel," whispering into Duo's ear. Then he added, "Aishi--." The
word caught in his throat. He couldn't finish it. He felt tears on his
"I'm sorry," Heero said. Duo heard the tears. "I thought--" He had thought
that finally leaving the soldier behind would be the answer, but trying
to say it, he knew he still didn't understand that word and he wouldn't
lie to Duo -- not about something so important to him -- to them both.
He pulled Duo tighter against him and laid a cheek on the chestnut head,
savoring the familiar scent of cinnamon, afraid he would never be able
to say that word.
"Give it time," Duo said. He reached back to touch the wetness on Heero's
face, certain which ending they would find. "We'll wait together. As long
as it takes." The confidence in Duo's voice calmed Heero's fear. They
sat, watching the moon and stars until the sun banished the night shadows
and left the Earth with a last morning kiss and the breath of a new day.
A different kiss, a different breath moved cool against Duo's ear. "Do
you want to move to Belgium or should I transfer to Japan?"
"Japan, please. The memories are better there."
Heero nodded and took the wings from Duo's hands and put them on the braid,
between his shoulders where an angel's wings should be, then stood and
pulled him up. "Let's go. I'll arrange the transfer, you find me an apartment."
"You can stay with me." Duo paused at the look in Heero's eyes. "You're
right. But the apartment next door is empty."
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