Title: I’m Not Human (I’m
Only Human)
Author: Heero’s
Soul
Pairings: 1x2,
3x4
Warnings: yaoi, Heero
torture, mention of blood a lot, attempted suicide, drug
addiction
Rating:
PG-13
Spoilers:
None
Disclaimers: Oh what bliss
it would be to own them, but I don’t (goes to room and
cries)
Notes: Duo sings the lyrics
from the song “Lullaby” from Creed’s latest CD, Weathered.
I’m Not Human (I’m Only
Human)
Once the door was closed, Quatre sighed and walked back to his and Trowa’s bedroom. When he walked in Trowa was in bed reading some papers. He went to the bathroom to wash; he still hadn’t cleaned the blood off his hands. He quickly changed into a pair of light blue, silk boxers and crawled into bed, hugging Trowa’s body close and resting his head on Trowa’s firm chest. He looked up at the papers that the Heavyarms pilot was reading.
“
“Yes” Trowa answered
tiredly.
“When?”
“I
have to leave tomorrow night. I’ll
be gone for about a week, no one is assigned to go with me” Trowa
informed.
Quatre sighed and hugged Trowa even tighter. Trowa put the papers on the floor and
wrapped his arms just as tight around his Arabian lover.
“I’m going to be ok, Quatre”
Trowa assured, stroking Quatre’s back.
“Just hold me” Quatre
whispered.
“I
love you” Trowa whispered into Quatre’s hair.
“I
love you” Quatre whispered back, then they both fell asleep, safe in each
other’s arms.
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Duo woke up facing Heero, but seen Quatre instead. He blinked his violet eyes a few times
then stretched his body out, only to coil back into a ball when pain surged
through his body, mostly coming form his abdomen.
“Damn, why’d he have to his
so hard?” Duo wined as he sat up.
Quatre turned around from placing the cool washcloth on Heero’s head and
gave Duo a warm, yet distant smile.
“You’re finally awake, it’s
almost afternoon” Quatre crossed his arms playfully.
“Yeah, guy needs beauty
sleep too” Duo winked. “What’s
wrong, Quatre?” Duo asked a moment later, slowly getting out of
bed.
“Is
it that obvious?” Quatre asked rhetorically.
“Anyone who knows you can
tell the difference between your genuine smiles and your fake ones” Duo
explained, walking to the bathroom.
“Trowa has a mission and he
has to leave tonight and won’t be back for a week” Quatre said in a
semi-depressed voice.
“He’ll be alright, he’s a
little more careful with his life then Heero” Duo called through the closed
door.
“I
suppose” Quatre agreed, mostly talking to himself as the shower turned
on.
Fifteen minutes later Duo came out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam
following him, not quit as thick as usual, but it was still there. As he picked cloths from the floor to
wear, he heard low moaning from Heero, and Quatre was no longer in the
room. Duo wasn’t sure what to do,
if anything, plus he was standing in the middle of the floor in only a pair of
boxers and dripping wet hair. The
moans became louder and Heero was sweating so bad that it looked as if Heero
were standing in the shower as the salty water poured down his body.
“Quatre!” Duo yelled,
running over to the bed.
Quatre came running into the
room, a panicked expression on his face “What is it?”
“It’s Heero, he’s moaning
and sweating a lot” Duo stated the obvious.
Heero sat up and began coughing violently, gasping for
air.
“Get some water!” Quatre
instructed.
Duo went to the bathroom, filled a paper cup with water, and quickly
brought it back. However, Heero was
coughing too hard to be still enough and get enough air to drink any. He began to cough up blood and he
grabbed his stomach with both hands.
“Heero, can you tell us
what’s wrong?!” Quatre tried.
“It…hurts” Heero
gasped.
A minute later Heero slumped over and threw up what looked to be mostly
blood. After this, he stopped
coughing and let himself fall back down onto the bed panting, blood running from
his mouth down the sides of his face.
Duo immediately pulled the bloodied sheets off Heero and picked him up,
then carried him over to his own bed, laying him down gently. Duo than began to wipe the blood from
Heero’s face and anywhere else the crimson fluid might have landed with the
washcloth.
Quatre took the wet, bloody bedding from the now empty bed and bundled it
up in his arms. He left the room
and headed for the washer in the kitchen, Duo left Heero shortly to
follow.
“Quatre, what the fuck was
that? No one throws up blood” Duo
demanded, his drying hair swaying behind him still unbound, and him still in his
boxers.
“How the hell should I
know?” Quatre replied, agitated from growing stress.
Wufei came hurriedly through the front door, shaking off excess snow from
his head and coat, hearing Duo and Quatre’s little
conversation.
“What happened, is Heero
ok?” Wufei asked, coming into the kitchen.
Duo
turned and looked at the Shenlong pilot “Heero threw up
blood.”
“After coughing for about
five minutes straight” Quatre added.
“Hmmm…has he eaten since
he’s been back? They probably
didn’t feed him much, if at all; if there’s nothing in his stomach, there’s
nothing to throw up except blood” Wufei concluded, two pairs of eyes starring
widely at him. “Anyway,
preparations to Heavyarms are going well, Trowa and I are almost finished, just
needed some more warm coffee” Wufei walked over to the coffee machine with a
lidded mug.
Duo and Quatre just stood and watched Wufei until he left, the Chinese
boy giving them an odd look before closing the door.
“He’s right, we aren’t any
better than OZ, forgetting to even feed him” Quatre said with
guilt.
“He
was asleep, what were we suppose to do, put a hose down his throat and shove the
food down it?” Duo crossed his arms.
“Well now he’s awake. I’ll make some soup, you keep watch over
him” Quatre instructed.
“Fine, Master Quatre” Duo
agreed, bowing sarcastically, stealing a giggle from
Quatre.
Duo walked into the room and to his bed that now contained Heero. He sat on the edge and stroked Heero’s
moist hair.
