Author: hostilecrayon

Pairing: 1+2

Rating: PG

Warnings: Angst!

Disclaimer: I definitely don't own them, but it's fun to pretend I do.

Notes: The mini-series is halfway done! (At least according to what I envision.) Heero POV again. We'll see what Duo is doing next time. But hey, they meet! It might not be too favorable though. ^.^; For the gw500 Whitewash challenge.

Opening Scabs

"...He burned the house down?"

Wufei nodded solemnly, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Does he really hate me that much?

At that moment, I spotted Duo himself slinking through the crowd like a cat. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he honed in on me, moving towards me with that surreal, feline grace he has while still managing to look casual. It was sickening how quickly one look opened a scab I'd spent a year trying to heal.

Wufei had also spotted him and chose that moment to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow." He politely inclined his head towards me and vanished from the small pub.

Not ten seconds later, Duo slid into Wufei's now vacant booth seat, his expression so amiable that anyone watching would have thought we got together every Friday night.

I didn't know what to say, and since Duo was the one who had sought me out, I chose to say nothing. I stared blankly at him, making it clear that I was waiting for him to start.

"So..." Duo started in that false cheery tone he uses for acquaintances, reclining and resting his hands behind his head. I hate playing his games, but when Duo serves, I have no choice but to return it. "I hear you're working for the Preventers now."

"Yes." That wasn't what he was there for, but he'd get around to it eventually.

"What happened to that whole spiel about no longer needing to fight?"

"I'm alone now. I'm not worried about leaving anyone behind." He hid the shock well, but I could tell that was one of the answers he wanted out of the evening.

He slumped back a little, losing a bit of his false cheer. "That's your own damn fault," he mumbled.

"What was that?"

"You fucking left me, dammit. You damn well chose to be alone." His eyes lost focus and he looked away.

"Did you come all this way to fight with me?"

I expected him to snap at me, but instead, he forced himself to make eye contact. "No."

"Then why did you come?"

"You haven't changed at all, have you?"

I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"Did you ever stop to think about why I stopped talking to you near the end there?"

"It was an uncomfortable situation for both of us..."

Duo slammed his fist on the table. "No! Dammit, Heero! You just don't get it, do you? You can't just fucking talk to me! Short and to the damn point. 'What do you want?' You shut me out more when we were lovers than you did when we were just war partners!"

"I never..."

"You did. I admit that I have some issues to overcome, but dammit, Heero, I'm not the only one who needs to grow up. You need to change just as much as I do."

As I watched him walk away, his braid swinging softly behind him, I realized, just maybe, he was right.

OWARI

 

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