Chapter 6 / 10
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
Wufei paced back and forth nervously, his gut twisted, feeling ill. He had never had such a sinking feeling as he had when he had first beheld the sight of Duo, lying in blood, scarcely breathing. Now he was in the hospital, again, and awaiting Sally Po's assessment of the damage.
When she finally came back out, she was pounced by two eager pilots, a concerned Trowa and a seemingly concerned Heero. "Well, it isn't pretty, but he'll live. He may be rather emotionally damaged, so someone should be with him at all times to assure he doesn't try something foolish."
Sally didn't mention what that 'something foolish' might be, but it was probably better left unsaid. The pilots nodded solemnly.
// Completely clueless, the idiots. // Heero thought to himself. // Though next time, I have to be more careful not to cause visible damage... //
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// Mine. // Duo shivered and almost broke into tears as Heero's words had echoed in his mind. Quatre looked up in concern.
"Du-chan, daijoubu desu ka?" he asked, voice laced with concern.
"I...I..." Duo wanted desperately to tell Quatre he was fine. He swallowed, and was about to, when he heard the door open. "Quatre, Heero was wounded. Can you come take his place? We have to finish this mission."
Duo's heart almost stopped when he heard Trowa say that. "You're going to leave me here with Heero?" he asked, voice shaking despite his best efforts to control it.
Quatre went over and hugged the braided boy. "You'll be okay, Duo. It's just Heero, ne?"
"Just Heero...right." Duo whispered, despair grabbing at him. Heero's death-threat echoed in his mind, and Duo briefly remembered a lecture he had once in a school he had hidden in. The teacher had discussed date rape, and how it was always best to tell someone... // Yeah...except when that someone is a Gundam pilot who MEANS it when he says he will kill you if you don't do something... //
Quatre patted his back. "You'll be fine, Du-chan." He said lightly, then got up and headed for the door. "I have to go. I'll say hi when I come back, ok?"
Duo nodded. "Hai...thanks, Quatre..." he said in a small voice. Then the blonde left, and Duo heard the click of the door seem to echo.
Duo sat there for what seemed an eternity. There was no motion, no noise, nothing. The silence was deafening. But Duo still didn't trust it. He hugged himself, unable to stop shaking. He sat there, waiting, waiting...waiting...
Duo dozed off. He flew awake when he felt someone in his room. "H...Hello?" Duo whispered, unable to keep the tremble from his voice. Duo's answer was the click of a gun.
Duo broke into noiseless sobs on the spot. // It's him it's him it's HIM // his mind screamed at him. Duo shivered violently.
"Duo." Heero said emotionlessly. Duo didn't answer, and earned a stinging slap. "You WILL answer me when I talk to you!" Heero growled.
"Y...Yes, Heero." Duo whispered.
"I was drunk last time." Heero stated. Duo blew up.
"You asshole! Don't you dare try and use that as an excuse! Oh my fuckin’ god! How dare you come here and try to pass it off as just some drunken..."
Duo was cut off when he felt the barrel of the gun pressed to his temple. Heero's voice was a low hiss. "Who said I was trying to pass it off? I was simply letting you know I was drunk, and I wasn't careful. I'm not sorry."
Before Duo could fully comprehend this statement, Heero was on him. Heero was more careful this time; he didn't tear him. He left no marks at all, but gods, it hurt, it hurt! When Heero had finished with him, he snorted in disgust. "Go take a shower, slut." He said coldly, stalking out of the room. Duo crawled off the bed and into the shower, turning on the water, and slinking to the floor, sobbing.
Heero smiled down at the makeshift bandaging on his leg. He hadn't really obtained an injury… but they didn't need to know that, now did they?