Author's Note: WARNING This is YAOI. As in male-male **sexual** relations. 1x2 fic. I just want this clear before you read. If this sort of material offends you, then don't read it.

More Warnings: 1x2, Angst, Language,

Starve a cold.
Feed a fever.

     
     Heero's eyes opened slowly. He wasn't dead? How- how could he have survived? Heero lifted his head up; he could see that he was still in the elevator shaft. Down below, he could see the crumbled elevator. He realized, his legs were dangling. His coat! It had snagged on to a loose piece of metal. His fingers clasped to the metal, pulling his body upward towards a set of doors. He pried his fingers into the door, wedging it open with his might. Gnarled, scratched knuckles clashed together. Short nails clipping against the metal. Calloused fingers dragging open the doors. Light broke through the crack he managed to form in the door. He continued to push and pry it open. His weakened body quickly fell against the smooth floor. The blood from his lip dripping softly against the cool surface. Heero's fingers gripped at the tiling, dragging his body across the tiles. His eyes lifted gradually. He was in a hall, there were series of doors to his left and right, he noticed those right away, but the thing that ultimately blocked his view was the pair of black boots in front of him. Heero jerked back, his eyes taking in a view of the man. He stood tall, his age appearing to be in his early twenties. Bright blue eyes, light brown hair. Just like Keith's. In fact. He looked almost exactly like Keith. Only older. The man thumbed his nose, a wry smile on his mouth. "You're a persistent little bastard," The man told him flatly. But he knew that voice. The man before him was Moro.

     "I was hoping that I could blame your death on an accident. Any other way and Keith would be so disappointed. He's taken a liking to you. Too much of one. That disgusting little man whore," Moro practically spat the words. Heero struggled to try and reach his gun, but before he could even revive his muscles Moro's boot crushed firmly on top of Heero's hand. A wolf's growl trembled out of Heero's mouth. He did look like an animal, lowered against the floor. His closed tattled and soiled. His hair a tangled mess. Heero was in every sense of the word a feral creature. Moro shook his head slowly, his hair swishing against his forehead, "If you think you are in pain I assure you that Duo is suffering far worse. Did you enjoy that little mission I sent you? The one to kill your partner? Didn't you realize just how unfeasible an order like that is? Duo is highly valued by the colonies. They would never toss him away. Duo's missions have always proved successful, yours on the other hand- well. You accomplish your objective in the end don't you?" Moro began to twist his foot; his weight leaned up against the bone of Heero's hand. The pressure being added in a slow, torture to Heero's body.

     They- changed my orders? Kuso. Duo.

     "Where- is- Duo?" Heero groaned, his fangs clenched down against his lower teeth.

     "The computer systems are going haywire, so I assume that Keith is having a little fun with him before we perform the operation on him." Heero tugged at his hand, but his body hurt, he had to have some rest. He couldn't keep this up. He had to save Duo! "What the fuck do you want with him?" Heero angrily spewed. Moro dragged his own gun from its holder on his belt, pointing it towards Heero's head without another thought. "My brother is in dire need of a few new organ pieces. Duo's body is the only match up to his own."

     He's Keith's older brother?

     "You're coming to do what? Kill or save your little prince. You're just as fucking disgusting. You couldn't even begin to understand! Long ago, I used to live on L2, with my father, my sister, and my brother Keith. My mother passed away when she had Asoko. Did you like Asoko as well? Did you want to fuck her up the way you did Keith? She was so sweet and pure. Keith was always messed up, L2 wasn't so good for him. He was born weak, he had all these illnesses. My father was a dealer. He sold anything that was illegal. It was only a matter of time before one of his clients shot him in the back. Murdered him in cold blood. Do you want to know who killed him? Your precious colony! So I took over. I got Asoko a ticket and sent her here. Keith- I couldn't get him a ticket. A disease swept over L2, it was killing all the woman and children. Keith was so weak; they didn't want it to spread. So he wasn't granted a passage. I left to take care of Asoko, but I promised him that I'd return. I left him in the care of Maxwell's church. He had long hair. Just like Duo's. Death was all around, funny thing was, Keith's rare illness also worked to protect him from the virus that was spreading. Keith had spent most of his life in a bed, but he told me, that he would dream that he was Duo. He was moved to an infirmary on L2 to live in sickness. When all was destroyed, and the angel of death had passed over, I went back for him. I had Cooper, who helped me to fund the projects. And finally I had a doctor. Doctor Emilio. A man who could give him the chance to live a normal life. The implant let him run, walk, he was healthy, alive! And I refuse to fucking let him vegetate again. And you're the only damn obstacle in my way!"

     Moro tightened his grip on the trigger. Heero jolted, throwing his free arm to slam his knuckles to the cold side of the gun, tossing it from Moro's hand. Moro turned his attentions on the gun; he shouted profanities, lifting his foot off Heero's hand to retrieve his gun. It was a futile attempt. Heero snapped back, his body smoothly lunging forward, connecting his heel with the back of Moro's spine. Moro slid back against the wall. His blue eyes wide and surprised at Heero's strength. Heero reclaimed his footing and stood. He showed no in indication of pain. "W-what the fuck are you?" Moro cried. Heero growled, his teeth bore. His arms were tight to his sides, the bruises on his hand stretched melancholy purple. "Do you desire my sympathy for you? Hn. You shall have no sympathy. My life and Duo's has been harder than you could ever conceive. Oz, colonies, civilians or not. You don't have the right to take Duo's life," Heero's voice spoke the words deeply, thickly laced with his warning. Moro smiles weakly, "Duo's had a chance to live. Now it's Keith's turn. You want Duo to live because he's an asset to the colonies." Heero tugged a smile, "Hn. You feel that you are in the right? Baka. If Duo is harmed I will rip out your neck. You will die here and Asoko will be completely alone." Moro's hands tried to push himself further away from Heero. He couldn't believe he was cowering away from a little boy! "Why is that little damn fucker worth so much to you?" Heero reached for Duo's gun. It had saved him tonight. Duo was really with him. Though his hand couldn't hold the gun properly, he still lifted it to point directly at Moro's neck. "Ch', are you that naïve?" Heero scoffed. Moro's jaw shook briefly, "Wh-hat? You love that longhaired loud mouth?" Heero gave no response. His silence seemed to confirm Moro's words.

     Moro quickly smiled. He seemed so cocky now. "I don't have time to play with you. Soon, Keith will have the ability to affect all the OZ and colony machines. The world's technology will be at a stand still. There will be peace. Can't you see? The battle is not out there! It's not an open space filled with mechanisms of war. The battle is not the gundam you ride. The battle is not the armor your wear, the sweat on your brow, or the taste of blood in your mouth. The battle is here! Inside you. In your soul, your heart and being! Oz has a goal to rule us under their iron fist, to hold complete dominion and sovereign over our lives. The colonies claim peace, yet they bring you to bring it. Do you realize how many lives you've taken? You're just as bad as they are. You are wicked. We are the way to peace, we are the future. We are, the true mantles of peace."

     Heero leaned closer; pressing the gun to the skin of Moro's forehead, "Shut the hell up!" "But you know it's true. For you, your battle is inside. And you're loosing. Can't even save your precious koi." "I have time." "No- you don't. Cooper, hold him!" At that moment arms slammed at the back of Heero's neck. He hadn't been alert! His vision began to blur, he could feel his hands be grasped and his body be drug down the hall with rope. "Disarm him, take those guns and toss them away."

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     "Bakayaro," A cold, monotone voice softly whispered against Duo's ear. Duo fidgeted, a soft grumbled muttered in a silent protest. His fingers were clammy, and clawed against the fabric of his soft, pale blue, satin sheets. A finger brushed his hair back behind his ear, the fingers taking admiration in Duo's profile. A single tear drifted down Duo's face as he lifted his eyes open. He felt so incredibly warm, and the sun was shining through, glaring into his waking eyes. Duo turned slowly to face the one who touched him. It was Heero, lying beside him in the bed. Heero was naked, his lower half hid beneath the satin sheets. Duo quickly reached up, his fingers touching Heero's face in disbelief. Heero's hair was so wild, ravaged from what ever they did the previous night. Heero's mouth lightly opened to gently bite Duo's thumb. "Silly koi. You've been asleep too long," Heero said the words in a lighter tone, his face remaining stern and solemn. Duo smiles broadly, pulling closer towards Heero, devouring his lover's sweet scent. "Mm, Heero. I had a nightmare, I don't remember it now. I just remember being in so much pain, and thinking that you hated me. I remember feeling my soul rip apart," Duo said his words barely; they were just a breath, brushed softly against the nape of Heero's neck before he placed a kiss there.

     "You're so stupid. I would never hate you," Heero said seriously. His arms lifted, surrounding Duo tightly in an embrace. He rested his chin against the braided boy's shoulder, his stoic eyes staring out the window. "We're going to be late for school," Heero said. Duo quickly lifted his head, a tangle of chestnut hair whipping against Heero's face. Duo pushed away quickly form his lover, rushing out of the bed to frantically tug on a pair of pants, "Fuck! It's so damn late! Why didn't you wake me sooner?" Heero gave the smallest smile, which only managed to quirk the side of his mouth, "I enjoy watching you sleep. You're almost angelic. The exact opposite of when you're awake." Duo glared at Heero in a teasing manner, grabbing the black comb from off the oak dresser to comb his hair with, "Even devil's can sometimes take on the appearance of angels." Heero remained in bed, Duo flushed slightly. Heero looked so delicious and handsome like that. Half draped in satin, the sun pouring over his disheveled hair.

     "Come on we'll be late!" Duo shouted as he ran down the street with his school bag in one hand. Heero simply was walking down the sidewalk along with him. They were in school uniforms. They were navy blue, and green. Duo was disappointed. He wasn't able to bend the school board on the idea of all black uniforms. Heero wore a navy blue and white uniform; he was going to an entirely different school from Duo. Duo raced back towards Heero, his fingers pushing against the Japanese boys back roughly to hurry him along. "Hn. Either way we are still late," Heero muttered. "Hey! Look, Mr. Perfect! You're not the one failing your classes! If I plan to pass the entrance exams to go to your high school I've got to be there for every class!" Duo complained. Heero's eyes stared at Duo calmly, his hand pressing with care to Duo's shoulder. He tipped his head to the side, his Prussian gazing into the cobalt-violet. "You're amusing when you ramble. I love you, Duo."

     "Heero finally said he loved me," Duo thought as he stared out the window of the classroom. He tapped the pencil eraser against his lower lip.

     I remember a bit of it now. In my dream there was a great war. We weren't ordinary students like we are now. We were always fighting, and being separated. I can't imagine a day without you. Just going through school without you here is hell. You're the only one who understands me. You're my little secret. If anyone knew we were living together, they'd be so disgusted. It's almost exciting.

     A pencil sharpener smacked against Duo's cheek, he growl softly snapping his head to see who threw it. A young boy sat to his right, motioning to the teacher, "Come on man! Focus, if the teacher catches you daydreaming you're in for it! You've got an exam coming up you idiot!" "Solo- what have I told you about talking in class?" The teacher scolded. Solo suddenly turned a sheepishly red color, his eyes leaving Duo to look back at the teacher, he rubbed the back of his head worriedly, "Sorry Miss Mary." "You don't want me to report you to Principle Maxwell!"

     Duo lifted his book, grinning behind it gently.

     Maxwell! Hey, I think I called myself that in my dream? Yeah. Duo Maxwell. Solo, and Miss Mary. They weren't around. Sheesh, what a freaky dream.

     Duo and Solo walked down the steps from the library, laughing about a joke Duo had commented on earlier. Solo twirled about Duo, mocking him as his words were lost to the wind. He wore such a big smile; he was such a good friend to Duo. He had known Solo forever it seemed. Solo was the only one that knew of Duo's secret. Duo could still remember how he met Heero. Heero was a student at his school last year. He was the fastest runner on the track team. He was so excellent at sports, it was no wonder all the girls liked him so much and the guys admired him. Heero was walking home one time and Duo saved him from being hit by a vehicle. That was the start of it all. Then Heero transferred to another school and Duo's school life became more frustrating. But it didn't matter. He'd get into the high school. Studying was his only worry. At this point he was so happy. He'd never been as happy as he was now. His family was supporting him all the way from the colony in space. They respected his decision to stay in Japan and study.

     Solo trailed his hand down the metal railing, scraping his nails against it to tease Duo as the young boy voiced his annoyance. Solo merely laugh, rubbing the tear that formed to the corner of his eye tenderly, "Isn't Quatre tutoring you today?" "Nope, that's tomorrow, he's tutoring Trowa today," Duo informed his friend. Solo's hair was softly blowing in the wind, a puzzled look to his young features. "Oh, look, your koi is here. Hey look! I'll see you tomorrow for practice, okay man?" Solo bid farewell, waving his hand vividly before racing off towards the city streets. "He never stays around when I am here," Heero coolly spoke. Duo's hand sought out Heero's arm, tangling with it. "Bah! I wouldn't want him around anyway, it lets me focus more on you!" Heero tipped his head, gently laying a kiss to Duo's willing lips. The soft caress of Heero's touch to his. "You're still as much of a fool as ever." "Yeah, I know. I don't want anything to change though. Everything here is perfect. It's exactly the way I want it to be. Too good to be true." Heero rubbed Duo's arms, pulling the boy closer to his own body, "You forgot your coat. You're going to catch a cold." Heero said the words as a fact and observation in one. Duo brushed his nose against Heero's coat, "Cold, huh? That sounds so familiar."

     "Starve a cold, feed a fever."

     Duo's violet eyes opened fully. That line. He didn't dream it, he'd heard it before! Duo drew up his lower lip, trimming it against the buttons on Heero's coat, "Heero, do you really love me?" "Hn. What a silly thing to ask. You have such wild thoughts in your mind. I have loved you since the moment I met you," Heero confessed. Duo sighed of relief at Heero's answer, "Good. Because I know that I love you, I always have. You are the love of my life, Heero Yuy." "And you are mine Duo." The bodies were pressed close, cloaked in the darkness of the night, their passion ignited with their affectionate kisses.

     I love hearing him say my name. He could say it a thousand times; I'd never get tired.

     It finally hit Duo. Heero had never said his last name.

     Duo broke the fevered kiss, his eyes searching over his love's face. "Heero- what is my last name?" Heero delivered a confused look, he was completely dumfounded over the question, "What are you talking about?" Duo's fingers held tightly to the sides of Heero's coat, "Just tell me, what my last name is, you never say it." Heero was silent, his hands working to pull Duo in close. The American lowered his eyes, studying the hands of the man he loved. Soft, and tender hands. "Your hands, so soft. They're not calloused at all." "Why should they be?" Duo's fingers reached for Heero's face, smoothing his thumb over Heero's jaw. "You're so beautiful, Heero. You're everything I ever wanted. But this doesn't feel right. I don't remember my own name. I don't remember the reason why I should love you. Your lips are so sweet, and my world is heaven with you." Heero's features began to take on a look or worry, or pity, desperately trying to hold Duo, "Duo! Don't think about it, just forget it! Dammit, Duo! Just clear your head!" Duo closed his eyes, "My family. How come I can't remember their faces? Or any of your families? My dreams are starting to make more sense than my reality. Unless-"

"Some thing's you want, they are right before you, yet you cannot have it. Never have it completely. It is remembrance, it is symbolism. Suppression of contentment."

"I have you something." Duo's curiosity led him to sit beside Heero. Heero held out to Duo a yellow box with piyo on the front. Duo flipped it open, "Piyo chocolate! This is awesome! I could only get these on L2! Hey- some of them are eaten-" Heero grasped the box, "If you don't want-" "No! I want it! I just... they're your leftovers? And you're sharing them with me..." Heero released the box, his eyes watching Duo's with a serious undertone, "Hn." Duo's smile broadened.

"I'll tell you." "Huh? Tell me what?" "I'll tell you before I leave." "So, you're finally going to share stuff with me? You're going to let me actually be your partner?" Heero tugged at Duo's hair painfully, allowing the boy to scowl and shout his protest. "Hai," Heero finally added.

Heero's words poured a low growl from his throat, toning his aggression. His grip didn't not loosen on Duo, though the boy struggled to break free, "Itai! You're hurting me, let me go!" "Get it through your skull Duo, the only one I want to fuck, is you," with that Heero threw back Duo, his fingers unlatching their deathly grip to the soft chestnut braid.

"Once on L2 I had a cold, and Sister Mary told me, starve a cold, feed a fever."

     I remember now. How could I be so naïve? I see it now. I see what really is, and what I wanted to believe. We don't live in a perfect world Heero. There is war, and death. It's a horrible, scary place, but you and I both can make it better. Whether you're my love or not. It doesn't matter. Someday, we'll both be happy. And the war will end.

     Heero growled, shaking Duo's shoulders. He wracked the boys body, shaking his head in a violent manner, "No! Shut up! Don't say it you damn idiot!" Duo's face was washed with a calm, serene peace, his gaze softening, "Unless this is the dream. This world. It's perfect. It's what I always thought I wanted. An ordinary life without war. But because of the events caused by the war, it formed all my reasons for loving Heero the way I do. I didn't fall in love with Heero Yuy, the perfect boyfriend, perfect student, perfect son. I fell in love with Heero Yuy, my partner and warrior. We're who we are because of what fortified our lives. And this place. Isn't real. You aren't real."

     Like a sheet of glass, the world shattered. It began nothing more than fragments of colored glass, which faded away in to a black pool of void. The blackness rippling thickly. Like black oil, the void rose, consuming Duo, seeping into his throat and dying his pupils black.

     Duo's eyes opened, his chests heaving weakly, he gasped for breath, his eyes darting around. He was dangling from the ceiling! His hands were still bound, his clothes damaged and ripped. His body was aching. One of his wrists still had the cuff ring around it, the free cuff link dangling against his fingertips. The pain. That sharp, unbearable pain alerted him that he was very conscious. He was still bleeding. At this rate he would die. He coughed weakly, the simply act of coughing ripped at his lungs. His eyes focused to the floor below. Keith was still in his machine, his smile far too wide, and his eyes gleaming unnaturally. Dr. Emilio stood by the machine, adjusting its controls as he was speaking to another young man. The man looked just like Keith, could he have been Moro? Cooper was there, still in his tacky red coat. He was a strong looking guy, and over confidant. Suddenly he noticed Cooper was holding on to the end of a rope, slumped there near him was Heero, bound at the wrists and heels with the rope. Heero was conscious, struggling in the rope and growling offensively.

     Duo wanted so badly to shout out to Heero. Let him know that he was there, but he couldn't utter a single syllable. A blue light softly was beginning to glow behind Duo, allowing him more visibility. The light was soothing and hypnotic. Such a soft, blurred, creamed blue. Cold, steel steps lead down from Duo's body towards the ground, ragged and worn. They looked unsteady and certainly couldn't hold a person for long. One by one, in sequence the lights for each step began to gleam, providing their light. Duo could feel the hard, unrelenting grip of the machine tug at his hair, pulling his head back in a quickly forced motion. Duo growled fiercely, his teeth stained pink with blood.

     What can I do?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. This is strictly fan fiction on the televised series Gundam Wing. It is for non-profit and I am in no way affiliated with it. (duh!) Purely entertainment based here.

Author's Last words: Okay I need to explain the whole dream thing with Duo. That wasn't confusing was it?? It was supposed to be Duo realizing, that his past, how ever sad it may be, made him the strong person he is. He's not like the typical student, gazing ou the window thinking of their lover. He is a warrior, and so is Heero. They are fortified together with and because of that purpose. The plan of peace. The dream is nice, but in the end, it's just a dream, but you can make the future reality a better one. AHHH! I've become a fortune cookie! Just add 'young grasshopper' to the end of that sentence and it's cheesy! BLEH! >_<