| “Wake up.” A soft voice whispered as something touched his cheek. He mumbled incoherently and rolled over. “Do I have to pounce on you like Duo always did?” The voice teased. Heero smiled upon recognizing it. “Okay, fine Mr. Perfect Soldier, deny me from watching you sleep.”
Heero groaned and rolled back over. “You can only watch me sleep if I’m actually sleeping.” He opened his eyes and looked at the blonde sitting up in the bed. Heero noted the lack of clothing the boy was experiencing before wrapping an arm around the thin waist. He pulled Quatre down across the bed and lay on him, pinning the slightly startled boy beneath him. “Now shut up so I can sleep.” He mumbled. “And here I was thinking you wanted to make love again.” Quatre gently caressed Heero’s bare back. “Later.” Heero grumbled. The room fell into a silence and he knew he’d never fall back to sleep. “You evil imp!” He growled teasingly as he looked up at Quatre to find the boy grinning. “Alright, I’m awake.” He sighed. Quatre kissed Heero’s nose. “You’re incredibly adorable when you just wake up.” He grinned again. Heero rolled his eyes as he grabbed the multi-colored blanket and covered both him and Quatre in it. The Japanese youth would have been satisfied with just cuddling for the rest of the day. But he knew that there was something on the other boy’s mind. “Okay, spill it.” Heero pulled away from Quatre’s shoulder to look the other boy in the eyes. Quatre sighed and bit his lip. “Those missions I wanted you to take for me…” He trailed off. “What about them?” Heero wondered, “What are they?” “Well, the first one has to happen soon…I want you, along with the other pilots to fly to L4 and bring my body back to Earth…” A distant look overcame Quatre’s eyes. “The drug that Oz injected me with is preventing my body from decomposing and I wanted to be cremated anyway.” Heero nodded, “So you want me to take Duo, Wufei and Trowa to L4 to rob your grave, bring back your body and then cremate you.” He ran through the plan. Quatre nodded quietly. “Do you think it’s wise to take Trowa? He’s weaker than I am right now and how am I going to explain the reason behind this plan if anyone asks.” He asked. “Trowa will be fine. Remind them that I wanted to be cremated in the first place.” Quatre said quietly. “And what about your father? I’m sure he’d notice that his son’s grave was dug up and the body’s missing.” “Talk to Iria. I know that she will help you. Please Heero…” Quatre whispered. Heero kissed him firmly. “You have no reason to beg. If the other pilots wouldn’t go then I would do it on my own. I would do anything for you.” He said softly. “Now, what of this other mission?” Quatre smiled, “Don’t worry about it for now.” They were silent again and Heero was just about to fall asleep again when a voice asked him to wake up. “Damn it.” He mumbled, sitting up in the bed. He turned back to Quatre and was about to say something but the blonde stopped him. “I’ll wait for you.” He whispered softly. Heero nodded then opened his eyes, blinking at the brightness in the room. “Hello Sally.” He mumbled. The doctor smiled. “Good afternoon Heero. You’ve got some visitors here and it’s time for your medication.” She handed him a cup containing pills and a glass of water as he sat up. Heero threw back his head, swallowing the pills with out the water. “Who’s here?” He wondered before gulping the water. “Just the others.” Sally smiled as she took the empty glass and container. Heero looked up to find her studying his face. “Duo wasn’t kidding around. Your eyes are different. Here, I think I have a mirror.” She left the room for a few minutes then came back and handed Heero a small mirror. Sure enough, his eyes were no longer cobalt blue; almost so dark they looked black. They had lightened so much that they looked almost baby blue, but they were more of a green. “Weird.” He whispered for Sally’s benefit, then he shook himself. “Where are the others?” The doctor took the mirror. “I’ll send them in.” She promised then left. Heero waited quietly until the door opened. He looked up as Duo came in, followed by the others. /I’ll have to talk to them about Quatre’s mission./ He remembered. The Deathscythe pilot jumped onto the end of the bed. “How ya feeling Hee-chan?” He asked. Heero remembered the way Quatre had said that nickname and he decided that he liked hearing it from the blonde better. “Better Duo.” Heero nodded as Trowa sat down in the chair and Wufei stood behind him. Heero looked at the Heavyarms pilot and noticed some like in his eyes. “I’m glad you’re all here. I need to talk to you about a mission.” He said. “Mission?” Duo looked at him in surprise. “The doctors sent /you/ a /mission/? Why the hell would they do that? I mean you’re in a /hospital/!” “Duo.” Heero stopped him front ranting. “It’s my own mission. I haven’t even seen a computer since I woke up. This mission is something I want…no, I need to do. And I need your help, all of you. But if you won’t help me then I’ll do it on my own.” He said slowly. “Well, tell us the mission.” Wufei said, wondering what had come up. Heero hesitated, something nobody had ever seen him do. “The four of us go to the L4 colony and bring back Quatre’s body.” His request caused everyone to look at him in shock again. “Quatre wanted to be cremated and it’s not right to bury him when we all know that the…body won’t decompose.” Everyone was quiet, realizing that Heero was right. “I forgot all about that.“ Duo sighed then looked at the other two. ”Heero’s right guys. It wouldn’t be right to just leave Quatre like that.” His voice was soft and serious, a voice the braided boy hardly used. Wufei nodded. “I agree. Yuy, I’ll help you. Winner deserved better than what he got.” The Shenlong pilot looked at his friends. Duo nodded but Trowa remained motionless. “Barton?” Wufei questioned. “Of course I’m going to help.” Trowa said softly. “Quatre meant everything to me and I would do anything to make him happy. That doesn’t change because he’s dead.” He took a shuddering breath. “But I have two questions. How are we going to get passed security? Mr. Winner had…the body buried in the cemetery at his main mansion so I couldn’t visit the grave.” Heero felt the sorrow passing through Trowa’s heart and he fought the urge to comfort the hurting pilot. But he noticed that the urge wasn’t as strong as it had been at one time. Curious about it, he made a mental note to talk to Quatre about it. “Iria Winner. She’ll help us.” He replied. “You sure?” Duo asked. Heero nodded. “I have a feeling that she cared greatly about Quatre.” He looked at Trowa who nodded slowly. “What was your second questions?” Heero asked. “Yeah.” Trowa whispered, then looked up at Heero, his green eyes piercing and sharp. “Why do you smell like Quatre?” |
