A Soldier's Love
Written by: Pingo
Email: Pingochan@aol.com
A GW/Yaoi/Shonen-ai Fanfic
Rated PG-13 for language, lime and boy/boy love. No Lemon, you hentais!
Sorry...
Author's Note: Wow, you actually stuck around for Part 3? I'm touched!
Heero watched Duo run from the room, his braid lashing about like a whip
woven of chestnut hair. He was surprised, when a sharp pain ceased his
heart, and a tear came to his eye. He had forgotten what it was like to
feel pain. He slid out from under the blonde Arab, and reached for his
tank top. As he pulled it over his head, he turned to Quatre. "I have to
go after him."
"I know," the small boy whispered, his small voice mixed with pain and
tears. "You love him, you always have."
Heero nodded, surprised by how the younger boy had read his feelings, when
Heero himself had been oblivious. "I do." Heero hurried down the hallway
after Duo. "Duo wait!" he called out, as the braided boy rounded a corner
and darted up a flight of stairs. Before he was halfway up the stairs,
Heero heard their bedroom door slam shut, and a distinct metallic click,
informed him, Duo had locked the door. He climbed the remaining stairs and
hurrried to the door, then knocked. "Duo let me in."
"Go away," came Duo's muffled reply. "I don't want to talk to you, I
don't want to see you! Just go away and leave me the hell alone!"
Heero sighed and stepped away from the door, eyeing the knob. He could
easily pick the lock, but decided better of it. Duo needed his space, he
could respect that. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, then." The japanese boy
turned and went back downstairs. Quatre was no longer in the living room,
so Heero stretched out on the couch, and closing his eyes. He needed some
sleep.
~*~*~
Quatre was laying in bed upstairs, trying to sleep. But, the voice from
earlier, the one that had told him there was nothing wrong with him, had
gone away, and been replaced by another voice. A cold hard voice, that
told him, he didn't deserve to be loved, and that he had ruined Heero and
Duo's relationship, that both pilots would hate him. He couldn't make the
voice stop, couldn't make it go away.
*This is all your fault you know* it whispered, accusingly. *Trowa
couldn't love you, so you had to break up a perfectly happy couple.*
"Shut up! SHUT UP!!!" Quatre suddenly screamed, jumping out of bed. his
screams must have awoken Wufei next door, because moments later, he was at
the door, asking if Quatre was ok.
"It was just a bad dream, Wufei," Quatre lied. Sorry I woke you."
"You're sure you're ok?" the Chinese pilot asked.
"Yeah, Wufei. Go back to bed."
"'Night," came Wufei's reply, as he went back to bed.
Quatre climbed back in to hius bed, and pulled the thick blankets up to his
neck. As he closed his eyes, he tried to remember the good times, the
happy times in his life. But, as he grew closer to sleep terror loomed,
darkening the memories, and pulling him into a whirlwind of hellish
nightmares.
~*~*~
When Duo opened the bedroom door the next morning, he was surprised to find
Heero leaning against the wall opposite the door.
"I have nothing to say to you," he said, beginning to turn around and go
back in to the room. But, before he could, Heero reached out and grabbed
his arm to stop him.
"Duo, I have something to say to you."
"Maybe, *I* don't want to hear it," Duo said, angrily.
"Listen, I'm sorry if I hurt you... and..." then, Heero mumbled something
so quickly and softly, Duo couldn't understand it.
"What?"
"I'm sorry and I love you."
Duo was slightly taken aback. Heero had never said those words to him
before. "Why are you telling me this now?!? Are you trying to keep me
from breaking up with you?"
"I would never say that to you, unless I meant it. I never realized I
loved you until I saw how much I had hurt you. It hurt me."
Duo studies his cobalt eyes, searching for sincerity. For once the other
boys eyes, usually hard and cold, actually looked pained.
"Then, why and the hell did you do it?" Duo asked softly.
"I don't know. You know how I used to feel about him. I told you that
before we even got together... and last night, he looked so lost. I just
sat down to talk to him, and before I knew it... well... ya know?"
"Give me one good reason I should believe you."
"I've never lied to you before."
"There's a first time for everything."
"And deep down, you know you love me too."
~*~*~
*You have to believe me,* Heero thought, as he stood there, watching the
other boy closely. "Duo, I love you!" *Oops! Did I say that aloud?*
"And I love you, Heero, but you obviously still have feelings for Quatre.
I can't be with you, until I know you'll never do this again."
"Duo, you're the only one for me. You've always been the only one for me.
I couldn't imagine, wouldn't want to imagine, being with anyone else, but
you."
"Then go to Quatre, and explain that to him." Then, Duo pulled his arm
from Heero's grip, and dissapeared down the hallway.
Heero watched the braided boy's departing back, and then headed toward
Quatre's room. When he got there he knocked, but there was no answer.
"Quatre?" he asked, pushing the bedroom door open. He heard a sound come
from the adjoining bathroom. Heero went to the door and knocked again.
"Quatre? Can we talk?"
"I-I'll be down in a few minutes," the boy said, shakily. Heero could
tell the Arab boy had been crying.
"Alright. I'll see you in a few minutes, alright?"
"Y-yeah," Quatre answered. Heero turned to go down stairs.
~*~*~
As Heero left, Quatre looked around the bathroom in panic. He quickly
located the razor he had dropped, and returned it to the sink. Then, he
grabbed a towel, and wet it with hot water. *This should help stop the
bleeding...*
TBC . . .
Author's note: Didn't expect that, did ya? Poor Q-chan! *screams* 'We
love you, Quatre!!!' Well, I have no clue what will happen in the next
chapter. You're guess is as good as mine!
Ja Ne!
Chapter 4