+ Day 6
It was Quatre who woke first
on this morning. He guessed later that Duo must have been quite tired
over the last few night's efforts as well. Still, it was a shock to wake
up in the braided pilot's arms. And to find that his own hands were wrapped
around Duo's waist as Duo's were wrapped around his. The shock turned
to pleasant surprise as he realised that he didn't quite mind being held
by his friend. And he was so tired, he might just sleep a little longer.
. . Quatre was asleep again in moments.
Duo stirred an hour later, cursing himself. Couldn't he keep his goddamn
hands to himself? Obviously not, he almost growled out loud, but stopped.
The last thing Duo wanted to do was wake his friend up. His friend,
best friend. 'Just because I'm attracted to other men didn't mean Quatre
is, nor did it mean that I should try and -- ' Duo cut the thought
before it could go any further and slipped out of the bed. Quatre woke
up as he was pulling his shirt back on.
"Duo?" His voice slurred slightly, and his big and open blue eyes tugged
at Duo's heart.
Duo didn't let it affect him outwardly. "Morning Kat, sleep well."
Quatre wondered if waking up in Duo's arms had been a wishful dream. Growing
up in such a large family, Quatre was no stranger to same-sex relationships,
and he had realised for quite sometime that he was more inclined to like
guys more then girls (29 sisters does this to you). 'Not that Duo would
ever go for me even if he was gay' Quatre mussed, 'I'm not good enough
"Wonderfully thank you." Quatre answered not betraying any of his inner
They stared at each other for a moment, unsure what to say next. It was
then that there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," came the two boys voices at the same time.
It was Gabby and she came in with an almost evil smirk. "Quatre, I just
received a call from Lady Une, asking permission to gatecrash your party."
Gabby turned her evil grin on Duo, "and so now you've got an extra to
Duo knew she was teasing, but he, quite honestly, didn't feel up to rising
to the bait. So he just nodded and walked out.
Gabby tried to keep her mouth from falling to the floor.
"And if you'll excuse me Gabby, I've got to get ready to do some work
today." Quatre murmured, all but dismissing Gabby. Gabby, for her part,
pursed her lips and left the room.
"Stupid the two of them," she muttered after closing the door behind her,
"you'd think they'd be smart enough to see what's going on in front of
their faces. . ."
"Don't play around Gabby." Rashid said absentmindedly.
"But," the unwilling-to-keep-out-of-something-that-had-nothing-to-do-with-her
secretary started before Rashid cut her off.
"Keep your noes out of this one Gabby, it has nothing to do with you."
Gabby sighed but melted under the big man's brown gaze, "alright. But
this doesn't mean that I like it, those boys deserve some happiness in
Of all the days Duo had been here, Quatre found today the most boring,
lonely day. Duo was. . . busy it seemed. It was a good thing, Quatre tried
to convince himself, he could get all his work done he had missed over
the last few days. But he didn't, he ended up cleaning his desk and stacking
a deck of cards in the shape of a pyramid.
And through all this time his thoughts kept straying to Duo.
His maniac grin as he twirled from being upside down on his roof when
he'd first arrived. The concentration etched on his face when he had gone
to steal his reports. Duo's voice as he read to him, waking up to him
in early mornings. Watching him run around the building, seeing him laugh
just before being drenched with water. Cooking and smelling like sugar
and spice, singing, his vice rising and falling in perfect harmony. The
way his hair caught the sunlight, chestnut kissed with the softest of
rubies, and eyes the deep violet of the dark night. Like falling petals
of purest violet flower.
Duo Maxwell was a fairytale creature, and Quatre was falling head over
heels for him.
"And he's way out of you league Quatre Winner." Quatre whispered to a
silent room. . .
Duo found himself once again on the roof. He didn't know what it was but
he couldn't get settled. Well, no that was a lie, he knew precisely what
it was that was unsettling him, and there were no prizes for guessing
what, or who it was. He'd been here six days and he was beginning to regret
it. He shouldn't have come, it was a mistake. Because now he remembered
why he hadn't spent much time with Quatre during the wars. The other pilot
had been a distraction of the worst kind. And he still was.
With his hair like spun gold that fell in the most annoying places, making
him want to reach out and brush it away. Eyes like the sea on a sunny
day. The sort of eyes he could fall into. Eyes that he could happily drown
in. Skin like silk that the pale colour seemed to shine no matter what
he choose to wear, even those silly pink shirts.
But it wasn't just what he looked like that had captivated Duo. If it
had been it would have been easy enough to place the blame of his distraction
on his lust. But he couldn't. Quatre didn't seem to realise the effect
those big puppy dog eyes had on people, and how he often looked like a
kicked dog. It tore at Duo's heart to see him like that, it made him work
extra hard to make him smile. After the Zero system and the subsequent
shooting of Trowa it was the only thing Duo saw in those eyes. So he played
the clown, hiding his own problems deep down and working solely on Quatre's.
And it was worth it.
To see his eyes light up had often been Duo's one goal during the war.
Screw the fait of the rest of humanity, to see Quatre's eyes widen, watching
his mouth bloom into a smile was what Duo lived for. And it was maddening
to find that even now it was still the case. He would do *anything* to
see Quatre smile. And it was screwing up Duo's mission. He was going to
have to keep his distance for the rest of his stay, or people were going
to get hurt, namely a blond haired, blue eyed idiot starting with the
letter Q. . .
"Duo. . ."
"I'm sorry Kat, I really am," Duo said, not looking the blond. In fact,
looking anywhere else but straight at the other boy. "I didn't go last
night, and I have to go tonight."
Quatre sighed but nodded. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me where
"I can't Kat." Duo sighed, "And you know I can't."
Quatre's heart ached as Duo walked out. He heard the door close and it
was all it took. Quatre collapsed, falling to his knees and covering his
face with his hands. He was going to lose the boy he loved to people he
didn't even know. . .
Quatre waited and waited for Duo to return, and with every hour that passed
the knot in Quatre's stomach grew. And he cried like he never had before.
Even the pain he had put Trowa through when he had lost his memory was
nothing compared to this. He slept for a few fitful hours here and there,
curled up in Duo's bed, watching the window, waiting for him. The sun
was peaking over the horizon. Dawn, it was the day of the party, he thought
"Master Quatre!" Rashid cried through the door slamming it open quickly.
"Quatre, come quickly, it's Duo."
Upon hearing his name, Quatre was out of the bed in a flash, rushing after
the running man. Rashid led him to the front door where lying, on the
ground, was a broken and bleeding Duo Maxwell...
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