And He Doth Descended Into the Depths of Heaven
-Part Thirteen-
Kuriyamimizu

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Kuri holds up a new sign: Okay, by now you have come to expect, weird shit, shonen ai and Gundam boy torture, but now, something new, exiting and titillating : ANGST!!! MAAAAAJOR ANGST WARNING AHEAD!!!

 Heero sat in the waiting room, his eyes fixed on the window pane of the little window across from him. His hands were clenched tightly, resting in his lap. Duo had been in the room for several hours, the doctors fussing over him, sticking him, taking samples of this and injecting him with that. His fairly groggy mind did not accept in any way, shape, or form the other people touching HIS koi. His chest ached and anxiety threaded it’s way through his mind, curling through his entire consciousness.

 With a deep sigh he pushed it all into the back of his mind, trying to bring forth his battle calm. Him panicking would not help Duo in any way. If he were calm and logical then things could get done. He looked off to his left at Quatre who was standing and talking to a nurse, filling out the forms. On several levels he was grateful to the little Arab, who was picking up the tab for Duo’s hospital stay and anything else that needed to be done.

 When he looked over to his right Trowa, Dorthy and Wufei were all sitting close, each looking more pensive than the previous. Wufei looked like hell cooled over, his onyx eye observing nothing at all save his inner thoughts. Heero growled low in his throat, something that he had gotten into the habit of doing a whole lot recently and once again fixed his attention on the wall.

*Heero POV*

 I couldn’t think about anything but Duo. Even after throwing myself into the state of mind that everyone was used to and that I had tried so hard to escape, still I couldn’t think of anything but Duo. I was unaware that time was passing at all. Dimly in the back of my mind I registered that the sun had set. The little strains of purple and crimson that I saw in the sky were the last shattered remains of daylight, living their glory in the sky before being smothered by darkness and the stars. When I looked over to the clock that graced one of the walls of the waiting room the face read six PM. I blinked as I realized that the churning in my stomach wasn’t just fear anymore. I was hungry!

 After stepping into the hallway I quickly located a vending machine. With numb hands I slipped some change in and reached down to pick my selection out of the tray at the bottom. I moved a machine over and got a soda, figuring that caffeine would help me to face more waiting. I felt someone watching me and turned, there was Fusei, standing there with her wings folded and looking older than I had ever seen a person look. In her eyes was the same depth and exhaustion that I sometimes saw within Quatre.

“What’s eating you?”

 She gave me a cynical and hard look. /You are Heero./

 As I was about to reply her face softened and she smiled apologetically. /I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, and I understand that you’re upset./

 I laughed bitterly and leaned against the wall closest to me, opening my drink and making sure that no one was around before I replied to her. It wouldn’t look good if I were standing there talking to what would appear to be myself. There would be a good chance that I would be hauled off to the psychiatric ward.

“I have reason to be, don’t you think?”

 She nodded. I looked at her and felt a deep surge of pity flow through me languidly before my anxiety overruled and displaced it.

“I’m really sorry you had to be my guardian.”

 Somewhere in the back of my mind, a part of me casually informed that I had said my basic good-byes to her. The same part of me was saying that Duo was NOT going to be all right and that things were going to get much worse than they already were. Usually I don’t listen to that part of myself but in that little pool of time I realized that in this instance I was right.

 Fusei frowned, still looking after me as I walked down the hall to rejoin everyone in the waiting room. When I got there Quatre was passed out on Trowa , his head resting on the taller boy’s shoulder, his expression troubled even in his sleep. Dorthy was sitting quietly, a non-expression on her face. Her blue eyes were devoid of anything, and I got the feeling that for once she wasn’t scheming anything up. Wufei had his eyes closed, but I knew that he was just as attentive as I was. One step closer to him and those onyx eyes would snap open and I would have to gaze into their black fire. That wasn’t something that I wanted to do in the moment. There were several open couches arranged haphazardly around the area which was fairly devoid of people. I took a hard seat on one of them, not knowing what else to do with myself.

 Behind me I heard one of the nurses commenting to the person on duty at the desk on what a slow night it was. I wanted to jump out of my seat and scream that it wasn’t, that someone I cared about was sick. Once again I talked myself down. They saw people coming in here in much worse shape than that all the time; those suffering were a dime a dozen. Death and life, all mixed together in a confusing miasma of time. I took a deep breath and looked at the window again. I could see a distorted refraction of the hallway there on the pane, and I saw the doctor approaching. I was on my feet before he completely reached us. I heard Trowa nudge Quatre awake and the others rise to their feet again.

 When he looked at me I could tell that the news was bad. As he stepped forward, his white coat moving slightly with his motion, I could see the bad news in his eyes. He spoke, looking over us with a slightly bemused expression.

“I take it you’re the closest to the next of kin?”

 I nodded. I could hear the others nod. Quatre spoke for the group. “Heero over there would be,”  he said, pointing to me. “We’re friends. He doesn’t have any family.”

 The doctor nodded. He read through whatever was on his clipboard and then looked at me directly. When I saw the apology on his face before he spoke my heart sunk.

“Mr. Yuy I presume? You’ve been named as his next of kin.”

 I nodded dumbly. The doctor took a deep breath, steeling himself for something familiar and yet still painful. I spoke without meaning to.

“Don’t sugar-coat it, I want to know exactly what’s wrong with him.”

 The man nodded and spoke in a professional and brisk voice. “He has a cancerous and malicious tumor in the medulla oblongata,” as he spoke he pointed to the place on his own neck. “It’s grown and spread into his brain. From the rate that it has progressed and what we got from the initial tests he’s had it for a while and been medicated for it in a suitable manner. Judging from your reactions I assume he didn’t tell you?”

 I was cold. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move or speak. All that I could realize in that moment was that I was in complete and utter shock. I heard Quatre speak from behind me.

“So that’s what all those pills were for---“

 Wufei muttered something about life being unjust and then was silent. Trowa and Dorthy were silent. I could figure that Catalonia would be impassive and that Trowa would be somewhere about the same. I felt Fusei’s fingers rest on my shoulder and I regained the use of my mouth.

“How long does he have?”

 Again that damned apologetic face. He shook his head. “We can’t be certain, although given his current condition it’s not likely to be long. He’s in a coma currently, and it’s doubtful that he’ll regain consciousness. I’m sorry.”

 Again I spoke, feeling detached from myself. “There’s nothing that you can do? No way to treat him?”

 The doctor looked thoughtful. “Well, assuming that he regained consciousness we could try chemotherapy on him.”

“How long would that give him?”

“A few more months.”

 For a fleeting moment I thought about it and then the ramifications of such a procedure flitted through my mind, informing me of reality. If Duo woke up, putting him through chemo would make him paler, thinner, and bald. All three would make him miserable, and that wasn’t what I wanted for him, and I knew deep in my heart that he wouldn’t want that for himself either.

“No.”

 The doctor nodded, understandingly. “I see. Mr. Winner, I need to speak with you a moment.”

 Quatre nodded and walked over like a zombie. Before they could get caught up in conversation I caught the doctor’s eye.

“Can I see him?”

 The man nodded. “Room 309, down the hall and to your left.” I noted the direction that he pointed and nodded, walking mechanically without really thinking about it.

 When I entered the room the smell of freshly turned sheets greeted my nostrils, along with Duo. I looked at my sleeping lover and almost wept. His hair was pulled into a bun, to get it off of his neck and out of the way. His face was pale and sunken, so much different from the heart shaped face that I knew. His eyes were closed and his breaths were slow. I walked over and sat down, pulling his hand into my own, clutching it as one might hold a security blanket. I couldn’t say anything, because the more that I looked at him the more that I realized I wasn’t seeing Duo; I was seeing the empty shell that housed Duo.

 Fusei faded in behind Heero, silently bringing her invisible wings to surround and enfold both Heero  and Duo, staring at his agitated form with much concern. Over in the corner Alex sat, huddled, her wings folded up and over her, hiding her. She was sobbing hysterically, as if something more ominous than what had occurred were going down. Fusei looked over her shoulder and laid her eyes on her shaking friend.

/What’s wrong chibi?/

 A long keening wail was all that she received. She peered between Alex’s wings and saw the tearstained mess that was Alex’s face.

/Tell me!/

 Alex shook her head fiercely, her red eyes glittering with anguish. Instead she rose and walked over to Duo. When she was a few feet from Heero’s back she pointed. Fusei looked and saw nothing at all. Then she looked closer. Duo had wings. They were translucent and not in any way solid, on the plane that they resided, nor on the physical, yet they were there. Fusei’s heart was in her throat and her stomach clenched.

/No…/

 Alex nodded and then her wavering mental voice cut through the confusion of Fusei’s thoughts.

/Yes. Tell Heero to let him go. Tell Heero to tell Duo to go. Heero’s the only thing that’s holding him here. If he dies now then he can’t finish becoming. If he dies then Heero won’t./

 The awful truth finally hit Fusei but she had to ask the little girl. /What exactly is going to happen chibi?/

 The little girl got a long and dark look in her eyes, the large violet eyes screaming rage and sadness long buried under time.

/Duo will die. Hildy saw to that, she let the barriers that Duo placed on his own psyche go and now the person that he is to become is free to take over Duo’s body. If that happens then it will trigger the beginning of the end of the world and then several things will happen in no particular order./

/What things?/

/On a side note, if Duo dies now this will all be avoided and Heero might stay alive too. I know it’s confusing but I can’t say all that much. That’s how I lost my goddamned voice in the first place./

 She stopped for a moment and Fusei watched as rage literally shook her small frame. Without looking up she continued.

/When the Duo lying there dies, if it’s natural then the boy inside of him, the ‘shadow boy’ as he calls him inherits the physical form. If that happens then I have to fix him and grow up. As you are a guardian and can take some damage from your protectorate, ensuring that he will live, I can do the same. My powers are no less than yours.

 If Duo dies then Heero will too. It’s a balance issue. Dark has to be countered by light. If  the shadow boy takes over Duo then he will begin to turn, for lack of a better term, into the devil on earth. If that occurs then in response and in order to keep the cosmic balance, Heero will assume God’s will on earth and be something close to Jesus, though not nearly the same.

 It will happen slowly over the next month. We’ll see the boys that we knew gradually replaced by what they are being forced to be. If those wings on Duo solidify any more then his fate is pretty much sealed, and with it, as is Heero’s./

Fusei stared in mute horror at the little girl. Everything made blinding sense to her.

/And the swords?/

 Alex looked venomous. /Oh yeah, those will be yanked out of us when they’re needed. /

 Anger and confusion splayed over Fusei’s face all at once. /Why the hell is this happening?/

 Alex matched her expression for intensity and fury. /Because it didn’t get finished last time. That’s what this is really all about./ She paused and a single tear slid down her angry face.

/The last time I didn’t think that it was fair at all. I couldn’t stand to just sit by and let it happen to them. And so I told Quatre what was going to happen and he stopped it. I was an angel back then, it was a long time ago./

Once again she paused, staring into space and times long forgotten.

 /The powers that be got angry as hell with me. They were really ticked that I had interfered with their little game. And so they stripped me of my voice, raped me of anything that might have ever been holy about me and banished me to the thirteen hells. I’m perfectly suited to Duo, a fallen angel, just like he is./

 When Alex paused she turned and stared longingly into Fusei’s blue eyes. /You can stop this. Just tell Heero to let Duo go./

 What the little demon hadn’t noticed was that Heero was sitting next to Duo talking with him. He was staring at the beautiful boy with tears running down his face. Alex just caught his soft whispers as he talked to Duo, his face buried in the unconscious boy’s neck.

“They told me that you have cancer, and that you won’t be waking up. Duo, I wish that you would have told me, because then we could spend more time together. I would have loved you so much more if I knew I had no time. I waited too long. You’re not going to wake up are you? You’re leaving me here.”

 A small and ragged sob was heard from the general direction of the bed. Heero sat up and kissed Duo’s cold lips.

“Ah shiteru Duo. Ah shiteru.”

 He wiped at his eyes with a sleeve and almost bumped into Fusei on his way out of the door. He looked at her with faun’s eyes, his whole soul ripped violently to the surface of his consciousness.

“Stay with him please Fusei.”

/What?/ The shock on her face was classic.

“Stay with him.”

/I—I can’t. I’m your guardian--/

 One look at those eyes and she didn’t argue anymore. She just sighed and looked at him. /Don’t blame me if I’m yanked out of the room after you./

 He nodded, acknowledging her. Then he stepped out and she remained. She looked down at Duo’s prone form and whispered in his ear.

/He loves you Duo, and the best thing that you could do for him right now is to let go all of the way. I know you want to fight but you’ll only hurt him and yourself in the process. If you love him Duo, let him go./

 From her corner Alex re-folded her wings and spoke to herself, not loud enough for Fusei to hear.

/It’s too late now. It’s all gonna start now./

*DUO POV*

 I smiled at myself and placed the final piece in my game. “Check.”

 He looked at the board carefully. I had him in the worst kind of a way, and he could only move so many places. Unless he pulled something really sneaky I would win the game. The chess board glittered a dulled red color. I knew just as well as he did that I was dying. When a female voice moved through my mind I stopped and listened, curious as to who was speaking.

-He loves you Duo, and the best thing that you could do for him right now is to let go all of the way. I know you want to fight but you’ll only hurt him and yourself in the process. If you love him Duo, let him go.-

 I smiled slowly and sadly, I knew exactly what she meant too. I looked at him and shook my head.

“I won’t let you have Heero you know.”

(I don’t think you’re correct there my friend.)

 I shook my head, feeling my body dying around me. Willfully I pushed my heartbeat down, slowing everything down. The chessboard grew to be a deeper color of red and the outer edges started to crumble. He ran out of an option on the chess board and was left with one option. I stared at him levelly.

“Do you think that you can overpower me and have him?”

 When the shadow boy smiled I knew that I wasn’t going to win. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the move that he would make that would kill me. He leaned over and placed one insignificant little piece.

(Checkmate)

 I looked at the move and smiled sadly.

“You got me there.”

 The board cracked and crumbled, the glass shards flying around my mindscape, glittering blood red and casting crimson shadows everywhere they fell. I looked at him with a great amount of sadness, regret and calm. He rose, unfurling his wings and bringing his scythe to bear. I heard his footsteps as he came around me. I could see the single overhead light that illuminated the scene catch on his scythe and create a flash. I felt it as he grabbed my braid, wrenching my head back and baring my neck to him. I felt the sickening ache as he sliced my throat open and then I couldn’t feel that much anymore. I was aware that the light above us flickered and then changed to act like a black light. I fell off of my stool in a heap and a pool of my own blood and the dreams and warnings and all of the pain finally made sense. And yet still I could only think selfish thoughts.

“Heero…”

 Alex and Fusei stared in horror as the heart monitor on Duo went flat with a long and hallow beep.

*Heero POV*

 I stared dully at the blood flowing down the drain, swirling about before beginning it’s exodus down the pipes. I’d been watching my own blood spill down the drain for several hours and was beginning to feel a bit light headed. When I looked at my arms I realized that cutting them from the wrist and up past the elbow might not have been such a great idea. I hadn’t really meant to, it had started innocently enough. I’d been showering and then something hit me, like  a ton of bricks. It was like Duo said my name.

 I couldn’t figure what had come over me at that moment. I started repeating, “don’t let go, don’t let go,” over and over in a tone of voice that I had never heard from myself before. And then I’d nicked my wrist with the razor that I had been shaving with. My hands had been trembling so badly that it bit into my flesh.  Without really thinking about it too hard I stabbed it in a little further and ripped it up my arm, crying out at the stinging agony that laced over the offended limb. Ignoring that I had done the same to the other, out of a sense of wanting them to match. Then I’d taken a hard seat on the shower floor and sat there for a while.

 Confidently I could say that I had a lot of blood, It was all over me and kept leaking from my arms in slow, sinuous crimson curls. I had the weirdest sensation on my back, as if I had a pair of wings to deal with. I wrote it off as stress related insanity and kept watching my red blood flow under me. Something screamed in me to get up, get dressed and go and see Duo. And that I did. I got up, turned off the water and got dry. With careful hands I bandaged my arms and threw on a long-sleeved green sweatshirt and a pair of long black slacks. The air outside was biting. I’d gone to the hospital in a pair of tight jeans and a tank tee-shirt with sandals. I hadn’t been thinking too hard when I had left the house this morning, and that was my justification for coming back. I had needed a shower and a change.

 With idle amusement I realized that I didn’t have a pulse. I checked at both my wrist and my neck and there was nothing there. I wondered how that occurred, but didn’t particularly care. I knew why I had really come back to the house. I had come back to kill myself. The inner me spoke, smugly.

(You were always destined to do this Odin. You’re just following orders like a good soldier. Now go to your lover and see him off.)

 I nodded to myself and walked out of the house in a daze. I mounted my motorcycle and sped off again, completely lost and unsure of who, or for that mater, what I was anymore.

 As Heero entered the room Alex hid herself further within her wings, unable to look at him. She could see the aura around him. He wasn’t just Heero anymore. And the wings didn’t help anything. She sniffed and waited for Fusei to realize what had happened. The other angel probably wouldn’t for a moment. She was still in shock over what had happened to Duo.

 Right after Heero had left there had been a horribly tense and excruciating moment as Duo’s heart completely stopped and he didn’t breath at all. It had lasted for two whole minutes, one-hundred and twenty seconds, so on son, and then he had started to breathe again. And Alex had collapsed into a heap in her corner again and had not said a word since.

 Now that Fusei looked at her protectorate she noted that there was something off about him. He was slightly off balance and his usually lackluster eyes were completely dull now. As she looked a wrenching ache settled in the pit of her stomach as she looked at Heero’s wings. They were great white things, or would be when they fully came into existence, and if he had wings then that meant Duo would become what Alex had said. They were all screwed.

 She came to Heero’s direct front, her blue eyes screaming worry and anguish all at once. She spoke in a carefully controlled voice.

“Heero, what happened to you?”
 

 Heero blinked in such a belligerent manner that it was funny. Fusei looked as if she were about to have a conniption and die. He smiled, such an unusual and out of place incident that Fusei stepped back a pace, staring at this new boy warily. In her corner Alex shook her head as her compatriot failed to notice the graceful wings beginning to form on the boy’s shoulders. Again Fusei spoke.

“Heero, tell me what’s wrong! What’s happened to you?”

 Heero ignored her questions and looked at her with a new one. “How’s Duo.”

 Fusei blinked at the evasion to her questions and then spoke, seeing no reason to deny him the information of the past hour or so.

“He stopped breathing Heero, I mean everything. He just stopped all together.”

 Heero  flicked a glance over to the prone form on the bed. “He appears to be breathing to me.”

 Fusei glared at him. “I know that moron, he started breathing again a little while ago.”

 She was prevented from asking further questions by the appearance of Trowa, looking shaken for once in his lifetime.

“What’s happened? Did Duo die?”

 Heero blinked at him with his blank eyes and pointed a finger over to the boy on the bed. “Does he look dead to you?”

“Damn near close to,” came Trowa’s soft reply.

 Heero chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, he’s stable. What’s wrong with you?”

 Trowa blinked at the sheer amount of words that had come out of Heero’s mouth in the space of sixty seconds and then spoke.

“Quatre’s all messed up. He started crying really hard about an hour ago and we couldn’t get him to calm down. It was like something was hurting him terribly. We had a doc give him a sedative. He’s sleeping in the next room over.”

 He pointed to the left wall.  “I thought something might be wrong with Duo. He feels that kind of thing---“

 Heero looked guiltily at the floor and said nothing, letting his dark bangs fall into his eyes to hide what little expression resided there. Trowa looked at him quizzically for a moment more and then walked over to Duo’s side. As he gazed at the boy on the bed his lip trembled slightly.

“He looks like shit.”

 Heero growled. “I know it. I feel like an ass for not noticing it faster.”

 Silence reigned for a moment. Fusei watched complacently as Stephanie stepped through the wall with her usual grace. She checked on Trowa quickly and then stepped back through, to Quatre. Alex remained where she had been the whole time, silently watching, her luminous purple eyes glittering with tears that would not fall anymore. In the silence there was a small sound, that of someone moving. Everyone looked around, looking at everyone else. And then two pairs of physical eyes and two spiritual fell to Duo. He was moving around just slightly. His fingers were twitching and one of his arms moved fractionally. Heero went from standing next to Trowa to at Duo’s side in a mater of moments.

“Duo, can you hear me koi?”

 There was no response from Duo. The chestnut haired pilot remained perfectly still. The hope that had built up in Heero’s expression fell, shattering into millions of pieces at his feet. And then the voice moved through the air, whispering like a dry wind.

“Don’t……worry so much……..Heero……you’ll………hurt your head…….”

 Trowa and Heero both almost leapt at the sound of his voice. Heero was grinning at full force, an expression foreign and slightly frightening to Trowa. He spoke through his smile.

“He’s coming back to us, he’s coming back to us!”

 In his jubilation he looked straight at Alex, whom he could see quite clearly and was able to recognize.

“You can help him can’t you?”

 For a moment Trowa was sure that Heero had lost his fragile grip on what was left of his sanity before he realized that there were literally angels among them. Heero was most likely addressing Duo’s if he were asking that sort of a question. He decided that he need say no more on the matter and took his leave of the room and the almost psychotically happy Heero.

 Alex looked at the Japanese boy that Duo loved so much and nodded, her eyes sad. She smiled at Fusei and waved, as if waving good bye. And then she stood. What happened in the next minute or so could be roughly described as a metamorphosis. Alex went from a four year old child to a young woman of indeterminable age. She stretched out her now, long and sinuous wings and sighed, in the same sort of a breathy, gentle voice that she might have had when younger, if she could have used it. She walked over to Duo’s bed and sat on his left side, curling her feet under her and extending a protective wing over Duo.

 Fusei blanched, completely speechless. Too much had happened in too short of a time for her mind to comprehend the situation. Heero was seeing all of them. That meant that Alex was right, and that she couldn’t do anything. She had a bone to pick with the boss man. She wasn’t sure if she were still tied to Heero or not, because he was dead. When she looked around him for the glowing aura of one who was alive and breathing she saw nothing, nothing at all.

 She looked at Heero and smiled. “You stay with Duo okay? I’m going to go up and have a word with my superior. Don’t leave the room, and no more bodily harm!”

 Heero nodded, from his sitting position at Duo’s right side. The long haired boy’s hand was clasped within Heero’s own and the look of love in the Japanese boy’s eyes was something that defied even angelic definition.

 Quatre woke up from his drug induced stupor and sat up. The lights in the hospital room were turned off. Trowa was sleeping in a chair next to him, his head resting against the wall. Catalonia was asleep as well, but her mind, unlike Trowa’s was awake. She touched his briefly, checking on him.

/Quatre?/

/I’m fine Dorthy. I’m going next door./

/Understood./

 He heard her rise and pop a couple of cricks in her back. She smiled and wandered into the hallway first and then leaned against the division that separated the two rooms. There was the possibility for trouble in any place. She saw the demon tracking Quatre even now, just out of her reach. Together with Barton she would be able to take the demon down, but now was not the time. There were three things that she had always abided by, three rules for the art of war. Those were, know yourself, know your enemy, know when to strike. And now was not the time to strike at all.

 Quatre walked into the room sedately, trying to ignore the rush of cold that washed over his psyche at the lack of his companions’ warm presence’s. He wanted to see how bad the damage was. As he stepped in his eyes widened at the sight of the grown Alex, sitting sedately at Duo’s side. When he touched minds with her, she gave him  a little smile.

/This is only temporary Quat-chan. I have to have this form so that he gets his blade./

/It can’t have moved to that stage all ready has it?/

/I’m afraid so./

/Damn./

/This time we just have to sit back and watch. We have no other options. /

 Quatre nodded, looking miserable. Heero looked over at him with an inquisitive face. “You see them too?”

 Quatre nodded, looking tired and resigned. He knew that he would have to take a look at Duo and see if there was any of his original psyche left. With Heero he knew that it had already been cleft from him, ripped away by war and training. There was someone to save there, but he would survive on his own. He had always been a survivor. In Duo’s case the poor boy had gone through so much that it was more than likely that he would just give up trying and let go. That was why it was pertinent that he get some uninterrupted time with the violet eyed boy.

 Heero watched him stand there, gazing at Duo and then spoke, his voice soft and gentle of all things. It was the other Heero peeking through and seeing the situation for what it was. “He needs help Quatre, see if you can preserve him. I made sure that the one inside simply sleeps.”

 Quatre nodded demurely, a bit insecure around the other Heero. He was a chaos factor as Duo would also be once he was back on his feet. The little blonde looked over at Heero again.

“Just how did you die my friend?”

 Heero sighed and pulled up his sleeves. Quatre’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I’m sorry that you had to go that way.”

 Heero shook his head. “I’m not. Don’t worry Q, it’ll all get worked out in the end. Just remember to stay alive.”

 Quatre sighed. “I always live through it,” his tone dropped and his eyes looked so sad that they would break hearts with their shattered blue depths. “It’s just that everyone else seems to keep forgetting to do so.”

 Heero said nothing more, sitting and stroking Duo’s hair. Quatre looked over to Alex, who yielded her spot willingly. Quatre sat down and took a deep breath.

“Try to keep us from getting interrupted, I’m going to take him back and help him remember and cope with what happened before.”

 Heero nodded. He already possessed everything that he needed to function, but the shattered little that remained of Duo needed to know about the past.

-End Part Thirteen

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