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Title : Te Amo 14
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Warning : yaoi, angstTe Amo Part 14
The
white bearded man approached the door with trepidation. He knew sooner or later
he would have to face the inevitable but that didn't make him feel better at
all. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door twice and then turned the
handle, pushing the door open. Body shaking in nervousness, he entered the room
and closed the door behind him. His eyes took in the sight of the Japanese boy
who was sitting on the bed, one hand over his stomach and the other one tracing
the opened photo album. The boy looked up at his entry and the Prussian blue
eyes widened in anger and also fear.
"You!" A voice he hadn't heard in
fifteen years shot at him. A voice that once pleaded with him not to take the
only thing that the boy had, now became a low hiss, full of anger and slight
fear. "What are you doing here!?"
The bearded man swallowed and
approached the furious boy. "Duo Maxwell asked me to come to check your wounds."
"Get out." The Japanese boy hissed and tried to inch away as far as he
could with his half healed wounds protesting his every movement.
Dr.
Philip took one step forward, "You'll open your wounds if you keep moving."
"Go. Away." The Japanese boy glared at him from where he huddled at the
edge of the bed like a cornered animal.
The man gulped at the glare. "I
just..." He was forced to stop as a photo album flew toward him. Quickly raising
his hand in reflex, the man felt the album hit his hand and its contents flew
out of the album from the impact. Dr. Philip looked down at the scattered photos
and swallowed as most of the photos showed a long haired man playing with his
son; the son who had the same face as the Japanese boy.....
"I said Go
Away. " The hiss made the man look up at the angry and scared boy.
Dr
Philip gathered his courage and stepped forward. "Heero, I ..."
"Don't
use my name!" The Japanese boy shouted angrily. "Stop there, don't come
nearer!"
"But I..." Not noticing that he had stepped inside the boy's
range, Dr. Philip was forced to stop as a fist connected with his cheek. He
staggered backward from the impact and was silently thankful that the boy was
still weak or he would have had a broken cheek.
"Heero! What are you
doing to Dr. Philip!!?" A voice came from the door.
Dr. Philip looked up
in surprise to see Solo approaching him with worried look. The man glanced at
the Japanese boy and saw he had paled and shook slightly.
"Are you okay,
Doc?" Solo stopped in front of the man. "I'm sorry, I was suppose to watch him.
If I knew you were coming, I wouldn't have gone to take a walk."
"I'm
okay, but he isn't." Dr. Philip straightened and looked in the direction of the
bed where the Japanese boy was visibly shaking.
"Heero!" Solo approached
the bed and took the Japanese boy's hand into his. "It's okay. I know you don't
like the others touching you, Dad told me that. Dr. Philip is our family doctor;
he isn't a bad person." The said doctor couldn't help but flinch at the irony.
He noticed the Japanese boy's face became paler as Solo continued talking. "Doc
was the one who helped you when we found you frozen. He had come to check you
twice but you were asleep at that time. So don't be afraid this time, Doc only
wants to examine your injuries so he can decide your further treatment and
medication."
"No." The Japanese boy tightened his grasp on Solo's hand
and turned to the doctor. "Go away."
"I will, after I check your
wounds." With Solo there, the doctor felt more secure and decided to do his job
in the safest way. "Solo, hold both his hands." He quickly took out a syringe
full of transparent liquid and before the Japanese boy could react, he injected
the liquid into the boy's thigh.
"No!" The Japanese boy jerked up, but
Solo held him back. With one hand pressing on the Japanese boy's thigh,
preventing his movement, the doctor could extract the syringe without problem.
"NO!"
"It's just a drug to make you sleep." The doctor tried to calm the
Japanese boy. The drug kicked in a few seconds later as Heero stopped
struggling. "Solo, help me lie him back on the bed, will you?"
Heero
could only whimper and blink his eyes sleepily as Solo and the doctor lowered
him onto the bed. And right before the Japanese boy's eyes closed and brought
him to deep slumber, the doctor could hear the sobbed whisper. "Don't take him
from me....."
"What?" Solo looked down at Heero in confusion while the
doctor tensed at the words for a few seconds before he ignored Solo's
exclamation and proceeded to examine the sleeping boy
thoroughly.
When Duo came home two hours later,
the doctor had gone and Solo was sitting next to bed, watching Heero worriedly.
"Why are you looking at him like that, Solo?" Duo approached his son.
Solo turned his head toward his father. "Dr. Philip came here two hours
ago, Dad."
"Yes, I ask him to examine Heero. How is Heero?"
"Doc
said that Heero has improved greatly. His bandages can be removed tonight but he
still has to remain in bed three more days before he starts practicing to walk.
Doc said to be careful with his stomach, though. It's very delicate and too much
pressure will bring great pain for him."
"Well, that's quite good news to
hear, why do you look so worried?"
"Heero punched Dr. Philip before
that."
"What?" Duo looked at his son in surprise. He pulled a chair near
his son's and sat down. "Tell me the whole story."
It took Solo only a
few minutes to relay the story. By the time he finished it, Duo was frowning. He
would have to talk to Heero about this. After all, Heero spoke about 'him'
again. Who was this 'he' who Heero didn't want to be taken from him?
"Why
he doesn't like someone touching him, Dad?" Solo asked his father.
Duo
sighed and leant against his seat. "We were soldiers back then, Solo. It's not
wise to let other people you don't know touch you. Especially Heero, he grew up
as a soldier. I never thought he really disliked having another person near him,
though."
"But he seems fine when we touch and talk to him."
"Well, I know I'm an exception and apparently you too." Duo shrugged,
not knowing a better way to explain Heero's behavior. He stared at Heero,
frowning as he tried to understand Heero's actions while Solo just sat next to
him silently, sporting the same frown as his father's.
"mm..."
Duo looked up from the book he was
reading and saw Heero open his eyes slowly. "Ah, you have awakened." The older
man put his book on the nightstand and stood up. "How are you feeling?"
Duo watched as the Prussian blue eyes became focused and then widened in
panic. "The doctor!" Heero sat up quickly, wincing slightly at his wounds while
his eyes looked around the room wildly. "Solo, where is he?"
"Calm
down." Duo sat on the edge of the bed and put one hand on Heero's shoulder,
noticing the Japanese boy shaking slightly. "The doctor has gone home and Solo
went out to meet the other M-five."
"Solo is okay?" Heero relaxed a bit.
Duo frowned slightly. "Of course, he is. But I can't say the same about
you. Why did you punch the doctor, Heero?" The older man could feel Heero
tensing at his question. He waited for several minutes but Heero just kept
silent, obviously not wanting to answer the question. Duo reached forward and
seized Heero's chin, lifting the boy's face up to him. "Answer me, Heero. I need
to know your reason this time."
"......"
"Heero." Duo admonished
the Japanese boy. "Answer me."
Heero shook his head slightly, restrained
by Duo's hand on his chin. "I can't."
"I need to know, Heero. I can't
let the others meet you without worrying about your reaction."
The
Japanese boy bowed his head. "I...... " Duo was slightly surprised when Heero
sounded so desperate. "I won't ... react like that... again....
"
"Hee..."
Heero shook his head. "... don't ask me
anymore.......please?"
Heero was really upset. Duo could tell it from
how tense Heero was and how Heero's voice seemed strangled. Not to mention,
Heero had pleaded with him. Again. Heero's reaction must have something to do
with his injuries, Duo was sure of it. But he couldn't press Heero further for
it because it was obvious that Heero wouldn't answer him. Duo sighed and
relented. He released Heero's chin and gathered the Japanese boy in his arms.
"All right, I won't ask you about it now. But someday you will have to tell me
about this."
"..arigato...." Heero whispered and leaned against Duo's
chest. Duo rested his chin on Heero's head and noticed how small Heero was
compared to him now. He had grown up into a man in fifteen years while Heero
didn't grow at all. He was fifteen years older than Heero now, but in body only.
Heero's mind wasn't a mind of a seventeen year old. Heero had been an adult
since they met. The Japanese boy was forced to grow up and trained to use
weapons since he was a toddler.
"What did...the doctor say about my
health?" Heero's voice broke Duo from his musing.
"You're fine. The
bandages can be removed now and rest for three days more before practicing to
walk." Duo answered.
"Practice to walk?" Heero said faintly. "Am I
crippled, Duo?"
"No, you will be able to walk like you used to." Duo
hugged the Japanese boy tightly. "You just need to practice walking again.
You've been frozen for fifteen years, remember? Added with the injuries you
have, Dr. Philip predicted that your leg muscles are weak and need to be
retrained to walk." Duo nuzzled Heero's hair and tried to stir Heero from
thinking about his wounds. "You have to get well soon, Heero. I have surprises
for you."
"Surprises?"
"Yes, once you are fully recovered and
practice walking, I'll show you the surprises."
"Why not now?"
"I have my reasons." Duo kissed Heero's cheek. "Just focus on getting
better now."
"Okay...." Three days passed
by and Duo decided it was time for Heero to start practicing. He thought it
would be an easy exercise but it turned out that Heero needed four days just to
be able to walk out of his room without falling or leaning against the wall for
support. The Japanese boy's legs were weak enough after being frozen for fifteen
years. Added with the healing wounds on both thighs and stomach and the boy's
still quite weak condition, Heero was doing a remarkable job in his exercise for
being able to walk for two minutes straight without falling. Still, it boiled
Duo's blood to see Heero struggling to walk. He vowed again and again to find
the ones who injured his Heero and make them suffer ten times worse.
After seven days of this, Heero finally managed to walk down the stairs
from the second floor where his room was to the first floor. However, Duo had to
catch the Japanese boy from falling on the last step and carried him to the
couch at the living room. Heero was panting and sweating profusely as he lowered
the Japanese boy down on the soft couch. "I told you not to force yourself too
much." Duo scolded the boy and wiped the sweat on Heero's face with his
handkerchief while the boy's eyes glanced around, looking at the surrounding for
the first time.
"How many people do you have for housekeeping?" Heero
asked, eyes still roaming over the room.
Duo blinked at the question.
"One butler, two maids, one cook, and one gardener, why?"
"Just wanted
to know..." Heero trailed off as his eyes fell on a photograph on the wall.
Those Prussian blue orbs dimmed as Heero quickly looked away.
However,
Duo didn't miss the quick gesture. He followed Heero's previous gaze and saw his
wedding picture on the wall. He and Hilde were kissing happily in there. Shit!
Duo swore inwardly as he cupped Heero's cheek and lifted the Japanese boy's face
to him. "That's the past, Heero. It's just an old picture that I never bothered
to take down. She means nothing to me anymore."
"Why? You were happy..."
Heero averted his eyes from Duo's intense look. The seventeen year old Duo maybe
would be oblivious to the little gesture but the wiser and the older Duo, the
thirty one year old man, noticed and understood the feelings behind the little
gesture. Duo closed his eyes for a moment and when they opened again, they were
full of determination. The older man gathered Heero into his arms and stood up,
carrying the startled boy up to the second floor.
"Duo, put me down, I
can walk by myself." Heero stated, but the older man ignored him and kept
walking, passing the room Heero occupied. "Duo?" The Japanese boy frowned in
confusion. "Where are you taking me?"
"To where you are supposed to be,"
Duo answered calmly as he entered a certain room.
Looking around the
room, Heero widened his eyes in realization. "Duo, this..."
"This is my
bedroom." Duo lowered Heero onto the queen sized bed and sat down on the empty
spot next to the Japanese boy. "Hilde never enters this room. Only Solo is
allowed to enter this room, save the occupants."
"Occupants?" Heero
repeated faintly. "You.... sleep with ...someone else?..."
Duo didn't
miss the bitter tone in Heero's voice. It was very ironic that he now could
easily detect Heero's real feelings by his voice or eyes. He just wished he had
this ability fifteen years ago. If he did, he would have never left Heero for
Hilde. But then... Solo wouldn't have been born..... Duo shook his head to clear
his mind. There was no sense in dwelling on the past; it couldn't be changed.
But he could try make up for the future. He cupped Heero's cheek with one hand
and stared down straight at Heero's blue eyes. "There are only two occupants.
They are me and you."
Duo watched Heero's eyes widening in surprise. He
caressed Heero's cheek as his calm expression crumbled, showing the longing he
had kept hidden for fifteen years. "This is where you are supposed to be, with
me, at my side, as my life mate. I've been waiting for you to come back to my
life. Fifteen years is very long time, Heero." Duo's voice began to shake as he
gathered Heero's face in both hands, holding it as if a priceless thing, which
was true. "Gomen ne. Hontou ni gomen. I took you for granted and realized it too
late. I am a fool, a bastard. I missed you so much. Fifteen years.... I searched
for you for fifteen years, telling myself over and over that you were still
alive somewhere, that you would show up someday and I'd be able to make it up to
you. Every time Solo smiles or laughs, I vow to make you laugh as happy as
him....."
"Duo.."
"Let me finish ..." Duo took a breath and
pulled Heero into his arms, hugging the boy tightly as he buried his nose into
the messy chocolate hair and whispered near the Japanese boy's ear. "After you
were gone, I felt so lost in our house... Almost every thing I saw reminded me
of you, the way you took care of me, the way you tended the garden, and so many
other things. I began to realize how much you have done for me and how blind I
was. I chose Hilde for the love and warmth she promised, never realizing you had
been giving them to me all along."
Duo felt Heero tensing and pulled his
head away slightly, looking down to meet a pair of vulnerable blue eyes. "I know
I'm a baka. I know I'm so selfish, but I'm trying to fix that. I have had
fifteen years to learn from my mistakes. Fifteen years, Heero..... I have been
celibate and regretting my mistakes almost every day for fifteen years. Don't
you think my punishment for abandoning you is enough? All I want now is for us
to be together, to make you happy. I don't want you to think that I still have
feelings for Hilde or the other women and become sad because of that. You have
nothing to worry because the one I love is you, Heero."
The Prussian
blue eyes widened in surprise. "Lo..... love..?"
"Yes, I love you. Do
you think I only want you for sex?" Duo meant it as sarcasm, but he saw Heero
averting his eyes at his words and realized that was what Heero thought all
along. The older man's face darkened. "You know what, Heero..." Without warning,
he roughly pushed the Japanese boy down onto the bed and pinned him with his
body. His hands shot up and held the Japanese boy's hands on each side of his
head. His face was hovering a mere inch from Heero's.
"Duo, what...
hmmph" Duo muffled Heero's kiss with his lips and shoved his tongue into the
Japanese boy's mouth quickly. He lapped Heero's palate roughly and ground his
lower body against the Japanese boy, causing Heero to gasp into his mouth. After
ravishing Heero's mouth for a minute, Duo pulled away. "If I want you for sex, I
wouldn't wait for you to recover. I would have fucked you the first day you
opened your eyes." Heero flinched at Duo's rough words.
"....But I don't
want you like that..." Duo took a breath and forced himself to calm down. He
released Heero's hands and bent down, kissing Heero gently on the lips. "I want
you because I love you." Duo murmured the words softly and then pulled away,
plopping down next to Heero. "I'll hug you, kiss you, and caress you, but I
won't take you if you think of me like that." Duo said the words while looking
up on the ceiling. His face saddened at the thought that he had treated Heero so
bad that Heero thought he was only an object for him. He put his hands behind
his head and closed his eyes. "I treated you very bad in the past, didn't
I?...... This time, I won't do that. I'll wait till you ask me to make love to
you. I've waited for fifteen years. I can wait a little longer....."
For
a full minute, Heero was silent. Duo didn't talk. He kept his eyes closed and
cursed himself inwardly for treating Heero so bad in the past. He was startled
when a weight settled on him. He opened his eyes and saw Heero's face a few
inches from his. The Japanese boy's face was devoid of emotion, but Duo could
see uncertainty and disbelief, mixed with hope and happiness in his Prussian
blue eyes.
"Love... me?" Heero asked faintly.
Duo smiled and put
his arms around Heero, pulling the Japanese boy down to rest his weight
completely on him. "Yes, I love you, Heero. Always love you. I just didn't
realize it until you were gone...." He kissed Heero's lips gently and was
delighted when Heero kissed back. They parted slowly and Duo looked straight at
Heero. "I know you love me and I know you enough that you probably won't ever
say the words. But just this once, I want to hear them."
"I..." Heero
looked uncomfortable.
"Onegai? Only once and I won't ask for them
anymore." Duo murmured as he caressed Heero's cheek.
It was quite a long
time before Heero swallowed and nodded slightly.
"Thank you, Heero." Duo
smiled and pulled the Japanese boy down to meet his lips. When they broke away,
the older man murmured encouragingly. "Say it..."
"I..." Heero hesitated
and swallowed once. "I loo...."
Right at that time, the door was banged
opened and Solo stormed in, making Heero and Duo jerk apart in surprise. "Dad,
Heero is go...." The boy stopped when he saw the scene before him.
Heero
quickly rolled away and Duo sat up, looking at his son worriedly. "Solo,
look...."
At that time, Solo's face had gone from white to red. He glared
at his father angrily. "What the hell does this mean? What is Heero doing in
your bed? And in that position?!"
"Solo, calm down." Duo stood up,
noting how similar his son's glare to Heero's when the Japanese boy was about to
kill someone. "Look, I have been meaning to tell you about us.."
"Us,
huh?." Solo hissed and glared at Heero angrily. "Damn you!"
"SOLO!" Duo
barked in surprise at Solo's words while behind him, Heero flinched.
Still glaring at the Japanese boy, Solo continued mournfully. "I knew
it.... I thought it was just my overactive imagination, the way Dad looks at you
and the way he holds your hands... I ignored my suspicions when you woke up
though. You treated me so kind and seemed to care so much for me. You even
consoled me about mother. You said nice things, good things about her while the
truth was... " Solo swallowed angrily as one tear rolled on his cheek. "It's you
who made my parents separate! Yes, it must be you! No wonder mother hates me.
It's because I look like you, the slut who stole her husband!"
SMACK!
Solo wobbled and held his red cheek, looking at his father in disbelief.
"You...hit me?"
"That's enough, Solo. Never ever call Heero that again."
Duo said warningly while inwardly, he felt bad for hitting his son.
"You
never hit me before." Solo trembled in anger. "You hit your son just because of
this slut?!"
"Solo, you..." Duo growled and raised his hand, ready to
strike. He loved his son dearly and now he was disappointed to hear his son say
throw such dirty words at Heero. Anger reached his violet eyes and Solo flinched
at his look.
"Duo.. don't..." Heero's voice came from behind him. It was
surprisingly calm...too calm. Duo knew Heero was masking his true feelings.
Solo's words must have hurt the Japanese boy deeply. Nevertheless, Heero's voice
calmed Duo a bit and he lowered his hand.
Seeing it, Solo straightened
and glared at Heero again, tears rolling freely on both of his cheeks. "I don't
need your help! You've crushed my hope of someday seeing my mother and father
together again. I hate you! You even steal my father from me, not caring about
my feelings! I hate you, you fucking slut!" Before Duo managed to react, Solo
had already run out of the room.
"SOLO!" Duo bellowed and ran after his
son.
"Duo, don't hurt him." Heero's worried voice sadly didn't reach the
older man's ears. He was already out of the room when the Japanese boy struggled
to stand up, wanting to chase both father and son. However, Heero was still weak
and he stumbled down before reaching the door. The impact with the floor caused
his wounded stomach to throb painfully, making him curl up and hold his stomach.
After waiting for a few seconds for the pain to subside, Heero tried to move
again, but he soon hissed in pain and held his stomach again.
The
Japanese boy could only lie there on the floor and look at the opened door
mournfully. A tear rolled down on his cheek as Solo's words of hatred echoed in
his head.
"Don't hate me................." The whisper sounded so hollow
in the room, no one heard the pain carried in the whisper and no one saw how the
Japanese boy curled up and put his hands on his stomach as if it was holding
something precious in there, the thing that had been taken from him forcefully
fifteen years ago.
The thing he loved dearly, but hated him in return.
TBC......
Well? What do you think? *hides inside her
turtleshell*
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