disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just manipulate them for my own personal enjoyment.
rating: *this fic is not yet rated*
feedback: it's necessary to live...so, yes!
warnings for entire fic: shounen-ai/yaoi, angst, duo/heero torture, language, small lemon-ish spots(?), AU (AC 200)
pairings: odd....can't explain but it involves heero and duo and 3X4 implied.
notes: another one that came to me in dreamscape. yes, i know, i have weird dreams. you should see what happens after i eat pepperoni pizza ^_~
:: duo's thoughts ::
momentary lapse of reason
Tuesday morning found Duo showing signs of wear from the previous
days flurry of activity. A good portion of the day had been spent trying
to absorb the tremendous amount of information that was being presented
to him. He found himself at ease with each of the four young men he had
met yesterday, easily dismissing the trepidation he was hindered by
early on in their meeting.
As was suggested during Duo's meeting with the staff psychologist, Heero
would be returning this morning, bringing with him tangible evidence of
Duo's past. He thought about the time he spent with his friends last
evening and was pleased as he could see the pieces of his life beginning
to fit together. He was anticipating Heero's return and the additional
insight his visit would offer.
Several days had passed, Duo taking the four young men into his
confidence with ease. Discussions of how the five had met came and went,
tales of their war experiences allowing Duo to further comprehend the
tight bond he sensed existed between the five.
Heero arrived on Friday morning to find Duo sitting in the chair beside
his bed. "Morning, Duo."
Duo looked up as Heero entered the room "Good Morning, Heero. You're
just in time." He smiled, offering the brush toward the cobalt-eyed
young man. "Mind?"
Heero walked toward him, noting that Duo's hair was unbound and wet.
"Shower?" he asked, taking the brush in hand.
"Yup. Bout time too." Duo smiled. "They took the stitches out last
Heero looked down at the small bald patch on the back of Duo's head,
recalling Dr. Skinert's promise. "I'll be careful."
Duo had sensed a particular closeness between Quatre and Trowa. It
wasn't just the physical contact they made in all of the pictures that
he had been shown, though that was certainly part of it. There were
glances and small knowing smiles he witnessed the two exchanging as the
five engaged in conversation during the last few days.
Relaxing back into the chair as Heero began brushing his hair, Duo
spoke. "So? What's the deal with Quatre and Trowa?"
Heero paused his strokes. The four had decided on not bringing the
relationship out into the open just yet and Heero; having noted no
obvious displays of affection amongst the two, was quite surprised by
Duo's observation. "They are very close." Heero replied, assured his
answer would in no way satisfy Duo's naturally curious mind.
Continuing his task, Heero smiled as Duo's shoulders dropped in mild
frustration. "Yes, I can see that. Are they lovers?"
"That they are." Heero returned.
"Cool." Duo replied. "Since the war?"
Duo had noticed something else he flipped through the various photo
albums several nights ago. There was rarely a picture where he was not
standing beside the young man who now stood behind him. One photograph
in particular came to mind and the image of the five boys in tight black
flight suits returned, causing him to smile. He stood beside Heero in
that one as well, his gloved hand resting on his friends shoulder.
He recalled his reaction when he first saw it, taken back by the way
his eyes as if by their own volition washed over Heero's thin, yet
muscular form. He couldn't help but wonder if he had been attracted to
him back then and smiled as he thought about how kind the years had been
to Heero, transforming him into the stunningly beautiful man he was
"Did I have a lover? A girfriend?" he asked, hopefully "A boyfriend?"
Heero looked over at Duo to find a mild smirk on his face. "Neither."
Duo chuckled. "A hermit no doubt."
Heero smiled at the characterization that did anything but describe the
violet-eyed young man. "Hardly. There was Hilde though…… during the
"The girl with the short black hair?"
"Hmmmm….What happened to her? After the war I mean." Duo asked.
"She stayed on L-2. She runs a scrap business there. You worked with
her for a time." Heero offered.
"I'm just guessing here, but if I liked her, I most likely would have
stayed with her on L-2." Tilting his head up and back, Duo looked up at
Heero. "Wouldn't you agree, Heero?" Duo asked.
Heero looked down at Duo. He knew exactly where Duo intended this line
of questioning to lead. "Yes….I suppose so." Heero replied, "Put your
head back down…. I'm almost done."
Duo lowered his head, unable to place the expression on Heero's face.
Heero listened carefully as Duo spoke. He had been avoiding the issue
and the young man seated before him would have nothing of it.
"Was there anyone special I was interested in?"
Heero remained silent.
This was Duo.
Duo chuckled. "Are you always this tough to get answers from?"
Yes. This was definitely Duo.
"Depends on the question." Heero replied. "Want me to braid your hair?"
"If you don't mind."
Heero loosely grasped Duo's hair, separating the thick wet chestnut into
three equal sections. "You have a tie?"
Duo held up a small red band and Heero nodded, gently entwining the
smaller masses of hair neatly into their familiar braid.
Relaxing back as Heero's hands moved through his hair, Duo closed his
eyes and pictured Heero's face, again attempting to read the expression
he had seen there earlier. "I've more questions." Duo spoke, tilting his
head back once again. "And you don't need be so nervous about answering
them, Heero..." he continued, smiling at the now stoic young man behind
him. "I won't bite."
"Head down, Duo." Heero responded. "And I'm not nervous."
Duo focused his gaze straight ahead and Heero completed his task. "Tie."
Duo offered the red elastic band to the outstretched hand beside his
head and Heero tied the end of the braid off. "There. All done."
Heero sat on the edge of Duo's bed, looking toward him.
"Thank you." Duo smiled, reaching back to run his hand down the length
of his twisted hair. "You did a good job, Heero."
"I've done it once or twice before…. during the war… when you were
injured." Heero replied.
Duo smiled as Heero spoke. There was considerable hesitation in his
admission and Duo got the sense that he was somehow apologizing, feeling
it necessary to explain his actions. "So. Was there ever anything
between us… like there is with Quatre and Trowa?"
The surprise was clear on Heero's face even through the blush that now
Duo laughed lowly. "First you were nervous, now you're surprised and
embarrassed. I seem to be pulling all sorts of emotions from you today,
Heero nodded and stood, "Yes. You are." He smiled. "And in answer to
your question…. No. There was nothing between us."
A look of disappointment shot quickly across Duo's face. Lowering his
head, he closed his eyes and softly apologized. "Sorry. I must have
misread things. It just seemed that…never mind."