| Heero opened his eyes, confused. His entire body hurt and his mind seemed foggy. Drugs, he realized as he looked around. ‘Hospital’. The word meant safety. Heero knew that if OZ were to catch him he’d be dead and so far, he was in too much pain to be dead.
“Hey!” A voice out of Heero’s line of sight shrieked and someone rushed over to him. A thick braid landed in his face. “Oops, sorry.” The braid disappeared and Duo’s face appeared before Heero. Duo grinned, “Glad to see that you’re okay.” Heero was confused at first. Then he remembered the battle. They had been surrounded by Mobil Dolls and out numbered a hundred to one and Sandrock had – “Quatre! Sandrock had protected me…Duo, is Quatre okay?” He asked weakly as he looked up at the God of Death. Duo smiled sadly. “If Wing had taken another blast you’d have been destroyed.” He began to explain quietly. “Quatre had opened his hatch to jump out but he wasn’t fast enough.” He avoided Heero’s eyes. “He took a direct hit to the hatch when Sandrock protected Wing.” Heero’s eyes widened. “You mean they shot him?” Tears came to his eyes but both pilots knew that they would never show. His love for the exotic Arabian was nothing new to the Deathscythe pilot, but neither were Heero’s emotions. “No, he didn’t die in the cockpit, sorry. I wish he had though. Quatre was able to jump out of the cockpit but he was still falling when Sandrock was hit with the blast.” Duo clasped his hands in front of him, nervous about having to be the one to explain. Trowa was in no way, shape or form to be the one and Duo knew Wufei would have been anal. And it was always better coming from your best friend. “The blast pushed him and he fell where there were a lot of rocks…” Heero swallowed as he imagined Quatre’s body fall onto a sharp rock. “His back broke in three different places and his head was cracked open, but what killed him was a broken neck.” Duo whispered. Heero turned away from the braided Shinigami and stared at the white stuckle ceiling. He felt so empty, so powerless and he hated it. Quatre was dead. The beautiful, life loving deity was gone to never be seen again. “How’s Trowa?” He wondered of the other boy who had also claimed a part of Heero’s heart. Duo let a breath of air hiss through his teeth. “He’s not too good. I mean, he just lost his life after all.” Pilot 02 sighed and looked at Heero again. “Wufei’s with him now. Trowa’s being quieter than usual and no offence to Catherine, but she’d drive him insane.” Heero snorted, agreeing. Though Catherine cared for her little brother very much she was ever persistent and became annoying really fast, especially since she had never liked Trowa’s choice in lovers. “Can you tell him that I’m sorry? It should have been me.” He shook his head. Duo growled. “Why? So I could be having this same conversation with Quatre?” He spat out angrily. The anger in the usually cheerful pilot surprised Heero and made him blink. Heero looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked after a moment of thick silence. He studied Duo’s face, looking for any hints at all to what the braided boy was thinking. But Duo was good at hiding the truth. He may have never lied, but he didn’t always tell the truth. Duo’s violet eyes went wide and he grinned. “Oops…did I say that?” He jumped up, “Well Hee-chan, I’ll tell Trowa. Hope you get better soon. I’ll be back later.” Duo left the room, leaving a very confused Wing pilot. “What the hell was that about?” Heero mumbled before yawning. Figuring he’d get it out of Duo eventually he closed his eyes to sleep. *** Trowa held Quatre tightly as the two sat under the moonlight, leaning against a tree that had been claimed theirs. “I know something’s wrong Quatre. I wish you’d tell me.” He whispered softly, kissing Quatre’s neck gently. Quatre had been distant for a while and Trowa was becoming worried. “You know I’d understand.” He said softly. Quatre shook his head. “You wouldn’t understand Trowa, but it’s nothing to worry about.” He paused. “Do you think it’s possible for one person to love two other people the exact same way? Like lovers?” He wondered. Trowa leaned back thoughtfully. “I suppose.” He nodded, “Actually, yes I believe so.” He said. “Quatre, there’s something I want to tell you. You know I love you and I’m not breaking up with you, but there is someone else I love.” He began. “Really?” Quatre asked, interested, “Who?” He was curious and completely calm. “Heero.” Upon hearing the name Quatre went into a fit of giggles and when he felt Trowa shift slightly he knew he had to explain. “You know what’s been bothering me? I fell for two guys and it seems that the one I’m with has fallen for the same one.” He grinned. “Heero?” Trowa wondered, then sighed. “I don’t know if he’d be interested.” He confessed. Quatre nodded in agreement. Quietly the two sat together enjoying the company but wishing for a third. Heero opened his eyes as the memory of the dream escaped him. His lungs hurt, as if he’d been running hard and he could feel sweat running down the side of his face. A noise drew his attention to his side and his eyes went wide. “Relena?” He squinted through the dark, the light from the hallway was the only light in the room and it cast a shadow over Relena’s form. “What are you doing here?” He asked as the Queen of the World took his hand gently. Heero got the idea and yanked it from her grasp. “Haven’t you gotten the idea yet? Stop chasing me!” He growled. She smiled sadly. “Actually, I’m here to make funeral arrangements for Quatre. Both Duo and Trowa wanted me to do it instead of his sisters. His body would be a bunch of bones before they could agree on anything.” She rolled her eyes. “But I heard you moaning as I was passing by and I thought you might have been in pain.” Her voice was sincere. “A nightmare.” Heero replied lamely. “What’s going to happen at the funeral?” He asked, sliding his hand back into hers. “What are your plans?” “Well, it’s an open casket. Nothing happened to his face and Duo told me that ‘beauty shouldn’t be hidden’. There will be blue and yellow roses.” She said softly. “His eyes and hair.” A tear fell from Heero’s eye. Relena nodded slowly as she wiped away the tear. “Duo’s giving the eulogy and four of the Maguanacs are the pallbearers. Did he and Trowa ever tell you Heero?” She was crying now and it surprised Heero slightly, though he didn’t show it. “Tell me what?” He inquired softly as his own throat closed up on him. Something was telling him that he should know. There was a voice whispering in his ear but what it was saying and who it was, he couldn’t tell. It was too soft, too distant, perhaps too weak. All the hope Relena had was gone. She slouched in the chair. “Never mine then, it wasn’t important.” She smiled through her tears. Heero knew it was important but he also knew that he couldn’t make her tell him. She stood up, slowly pushing her chair away from her. She gently squeezed his hand. “I’d better get going. I still have to talk to some people about the coffin. Good bye Heero, I’ll see you a little later and I hope you get better soon.” She gently placed a kiss on his forehead then left the room, leaving the Wing pilot in the dark, in more than one way. |
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Side Note: About Duo grinning and seeming to be all happy like even though Quatre's dead, I figure that that's the way Duo would deal with the lose in this fic. |
