Beta written by Snow Tigra.
Gundam Wing: The First Chapter Part 10
One week had passed since Heero successfully enrolled himself under Duo Maxwell's name on the Colony where he had hidden himself. While researching on OZ in the campus library, he typed and hacked into their files as he read aloud, "After Colony 175... No major incidences within the Colonies? The records on the assassination of the leader, Heero Yuy have been deleted" His eyes narrowed as he said to himself, "Oz's methods haven't changed one little bit." He sighed as he turned the screen off, lowering his head and closing his eyes in frustration.
The voice of a news announcer captured his attention as he turned his head towards the large screen where several students were gathered together, watching the breaking news report. His eyes widened in shock as he gasped silently, "Duo?"
On the screen the braided pilot's body hung limply in the arms of two OZ soldiers that lifted him under each arm. The announcer's voice continued to fill the library as he stated, "OZ has commented that this will assist them as they increase efforts to eradicate rebels and the respective organizations."
Heero's eyes narrowed slightly on the image of the captive as he thought to himself, "Now would not be the right time for war. From here on in, all negative factors must be eliminated."
With that, the soldier returned.
* * * * * *
Slowly, Duo's eyes began to open as he found himself in a small, dark room. Only one light beamed down on a desk where a brunette OZ soldier sat in his space suit. The pilot's wrists were tied behind his back with two uniformed guards standing behind the chair he sat in with another stationed in the center of the room. The man sitting behind the desk focused on Duo as he stated, "I wasn't expecting the pilot of that Gundam to be just a kid."
The band-aid on the bridge of Duo's nose wrinkled as his eyes narrowed. Leaning forward, his shoulders were gripped by the soldiers behind him as he shouted, "Well excuse me! So I've wounded your pride, have I!?"
Meeting that heated pair of violet evenly, the charging officer at the desk replied, "That's nothing compared to how your pride suffered. You'll be executed. The people's feelings towards the execution will unite the Colonies." With a dark snort of amusement, he sneered, "I never expected to be able to utilize the Gundam pilots in this way."
Leaning towards him, Duo shouted, "Why you-!" His words were cut off with a swift and hard hit landed in his back of his neck, knocking the wind from his lungs as his eyes widened. "God damn all of you to hell!" he cried out just before darkness claimed him.
Moaning softly as he gained consciousness, Duo's eyes opened to the dark cell where he lied on his stomach. "They did me over," he mumbled to himself. "They could have been more gentle." The braided pilot pushed himself up as he coughed and sat himself against the wall of his cell. He groaned in pain a bit before he removed a band-aid from his nose. "This isn't good," he smiled to himself.
Just then, the door opened as he watched a young man toss the guard over his shoulder. Looking up to the intruder, he looked into the face of a pilot who should have been dead. His heart skipped a beat as he smiled to him, "What a surprise. Hey, Heero. I guess you are superhuman, huh?"
Heero's heart went out to the other pilot. OZ had hurt him badly. Still, he kept his hurting emotions at bay. He was here to carry out a mission, nothing else. He raised a gun and aimed it at his comrade. Duo replied to the action, "Just in time. They were about to use me and my Gundam for their wicked ways." He struggled, but got to his feet, still smiling. "If I'm gonna die, it'd seem fitting for you to do it." He closed his eyes, "Here go right ahead and shoot me."
The Wing pilot froze. It was easy; the American was practically begging to be killed. Why couldn't he pull the trigger? Heero growled to himself at his hesitation. The other pilot's eyes shot wide open as he said in shock, "Hey! You're really gonna shoot me aren't ya!?!"
Heero replied simply, "If that's what you want me to do." His eyes narrowed as he lowered the gun and turned away. "Your right hand's still okay, isn't it?" he asked as he tossed his gun to Duo. Lifting the braided pilot over his shoulder, Heero led him to the door.
* * * * * *
The following night, Duo was lying in the bed of a small and deserted apartment with one large window to the left side of the room. His hand gently clutched at the pale sheets beneath him as he moaned softly in his sleep, turning his head in the direction of the light falling across the floor from the window. The American's violet eyes slowly blinked open as his lips parted. Sitting up, he grumbled to himself in pain from his movement.
Sitting up completely, Duo turned to gaze out the window across from him as he took in the view from several stories over the city he was now in. Focusing on the large buildings, he tried to place himself with where here actually was. He had fallen unconscious before the shuttle landed.
Gazing around the room again, he noticed a desk with several books lined up on the shelf over it. Looking through the open door on the opposite side of the room, he could see a small bathroom. Realization flooded him as he realized that this was some kind of school dorm. Somehow, Heero brought him into a dorm room.
"Heero," Duo whispered as he gazed ahead of the room. 'He risked his life to get me out of that base,' he thought to himself. With a snicker, he silently reminded himself, 'Even if his original intent was to kill me.' His thoughts were interrupted with a click from the doorknob as it twisted. Snapping his head in the direction of the door, his violet eyes widened.
Opening the door before him, Heero entered the apartment with a large paper bag in his possession. Pausing in the doorway, his intense cobalt eyes locked with violet as he and Duo stared at each other in silence. It was their first time together since the night they separated to take out the Taurus suits OZ had been transporting... before Heero's brush with death in Siberia.
After a long pause between the two boys as they gazed at each other, the Japanese pilot moved to close the door behind him. His stare lingered on the braided pilot before he turned and walked towards the large desk beside the window at the side of the room. Duo never took his eyes from the other young man as he clutched at the sheets over his legs. For the first time in a long time, he was rendered clueless as to what to say. It was one thing to know that Heero was alive. It was a completely different matter to be in the same room with him again.
Lowering the bag onto the desk, the Wing pilot began removing some of the juices and food inside. "You really should be more careful, you know," he said flatly without turning back to face the other boy.
'More careful?' Duo thought to himself as his violet eyes widened. "What do you mean?" he asked curiously.
Heero turned his head back with his cobalt eyes narrowed in a threatening glare as his eyes met with Duo's. "You only got lucky this time. Next time you pull another stunt that'll have you captured, I won't take the time to save you again," he answered with a slight hint of frustration in his voice this time.
Blinking in shock, Duo whispered to himself, "Save me?" His eyes narrowed as he shouted, "Look, I don't need anyone saving me here, pal. I was perfectly capable of getting myself out of that place before you showed up!"
Turning back to the grocery bag, Heero closed his own eyes as he replied in a mocking tone, "You sure seemed to be on top of the situation by the time I got there. With only one good leg and the injuries you had, I'm sure you would have had them begging for mercy before long." The braided pilot's mouth fell open as his wide eyes narrowed fiercely. He began sputtering a comeback when Heero interrupted him, saying, "Those OZ soldiers certainly looked worried that you might give them trouble. Must explain why they only had one standing guard at your door."
Pausing, the Wing pilot opened his eyes and gazed to the ceiling as he continued, "Oh, that's right, I remember you telling me before that you're not afraid of death." Duo gasped softly as the memory of that night in the dorm and that conversation played out in his mind. He turned sickly pale. "You said that I would be do myself a favor if I had killed you. The way you spoke, it's almost as if you think yourself to be the bringer of Death, himself," Heero continued as he lowered his head to the desk and crossed his arms.
"Shinigami," came the faint whisper from behind. The Wing pilot's eyes widened for a split second, trying to make sure that he heard correctly.
Turning his head back, his eyes had lost their glare as he asked, "What was that?"
Cobalt and sad violet held each other for a moment before Duo turned his head to the side, replying softly, "Nothing. It isn't important." He pauses before whispering, "Why did you get me out of there, anyway?" He gazed back up at Heero as he walked towards the bed carrying a tray with several jars.
"Like I said, you were lucky this time," came the flat answer. "The next time, you won't be." Lowering the tray over Duo's legs, he crossed his arms and commanded, "Make sure you finish all of that." Not waiting for any response, he walked back towards the desk and pulled his chair out.
"Man I hope you never become a doctor if we make it through this war," the braided teen snorted with a smirk before taking hold of one of the jars on the tray. Turning it in his hand to read the label, his violet eyes widened at the image of a smiling baby and he shouted in disgust, "Baby food! You got ME BABY FOOD!?!" He laughed, "You have got to be off your rocker if you think I'm going to eat this!"
As he took his seat at the desk, Heero looked back over his shoulder and explained matter-of-factly, "In your condition, you're better off eating soft foods until your body heals. That was the best I could do that would still give you the nourishments you need right now."
Picking up his spoon, Duo slouched his body tight as he squeezed his eyes shut and growled through tightly gritted teeth, "Damn, I hate it when you're right. You really know how to get under a guy's skin, you know."
Heero propped his arm over the back of his seat as he turned his body towards the other boy and smirked, "You should be proud. I learned it from you."
At that, Duo threw his head back laughing hysterically. "And he makes smart ass remarks, too!" he managed though his loud outbursts. Sighing deeply when he managed to calm his laughter to a deep chuckle, he noticed the smirk on the Japanese boy lips disappear again before he turned his back to him again. Pulling the spoon to his lips, Duo's eyes saddened as he frowned, searching for something to say to break the silence as Heero began packing typing at the computer on his desk.
Biting his lip, Duo closed his eyes as he struggled with what he wanted to say. 'I'm glad that you're safe... I missed you... My world crashed down on over me when I thought that you were gone... Still, I kept hoping... I-I think that I'm in love with you...' All these thoughts ran though his mind as he listened to the clinking of the keyboard. Finally, his eyes opened as he studied the tray in his lap and he said in a faint voice, "Heero I-"
"I can't stay," Heero's soft voice suddenly broke in. Violet windows widened as Duo quickly turned his head to gaze at the Wing pilot's back. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that he heard a hint of sadness in that phrase. If there was any truth to that, it was dashed at the normal, cold tone that followed. "This was just a temporary set up until I could find ties to what OZ is planning." Duo set the tray aside as he hung his legs over the edge of the bed. Heero rose from his seat and finally turned back to the braided pilot with a small stack of snap shots in his hand. "I leave in a few hours for the Lunar Base."
Duo blinked in confusion then asked, "Did you say 'Lunar Base'?"
"Yes. There's a large amount of Gundanium alloy being brought into the Lunar Base factory," the other boy explained. Holding the pictures with both hands, Heero looked down at them as he flipped through the images. "It's probably for making a new type of mobile suit."
Sitting up straight, Duo asked, "So that are your plans?"
Looking up from the pictures to meet his comrade's eyes, the Wing pilot replied, "You'll get in the way. Jut stay here"
Trying not to appear as hurt by that suggestion as he felt, the American's eyes narrowed as he shouted, "What do you mean!?" He attempted to stand, only to sit back on the bed as he winced in pain. His eyes squeezed shut, he turned his head to the side as he moaned softly. Slowly, he reopened his eyes and lowered his head as he said at last, "Considering everything that's happened lately, I am gonna need some time to recover." He peered up at his friend as he smiled sadly, "But don't you think you could be a little kinder to me once in a while?"
Sighing deeply, Heero walked towards him and helped him to his feet slowly. Walking Duo over to the window, he suggested, "Why not go to school instead of me? I've already got the enrollment taken care of under your name."
Shock and anger echoed in the wounded pilot's voice as he sat at the windowsill and yelled, "What!? You've got to be kidding!" He sputtered, "Sure your name would stick out too much out here, but still-"
"Instead of complaining," Heero interrupted calmly, watching Duo with an even stare from his cobalt eyes, "why not spend you time resting and concentrating on getting better?" he paused as he waited for some retort from the braided youth. There was none. With a nod, the Japanese teenager stated, "I'll decide once I get to the moon whether to steal the mobile suit or destroy it."
With that, the stoic pilot turned and walked towards the door while Duo clutched his long nightshirt in a tight fist. In a small voice, he whispered, "Heero..." Pausing just in the doorway, Heero turned back to gaze on his comrade with uncertainty floating in his eyes. Hesitating only a moment, Duo smiled sadly, "Don't overdo it out there, alright?"
With a slight grunt in response, Heero replied quietly, "Same to you." Turning, he stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him.
"I love you," Duo whispered to the door as he frowned in loss. Leaning against the window, he repeated bitterly to himself, "'Don't overdo it,' like he'll listen." His head lowered as he frowned, "Of course he'll overdo it."
* * * * * *
That night, Duo walked through the large city of the Colony, trying to sort his thoughts and feelings. Over his priest outfit, he wore an open, dark blue jacket along with his black baseball cap to divert any attention from the sightseers passing around him. Several people were beginning to gather before a large overhead screen as an announcer's voice echoed through the streets, "The following footage is of an event held today that is very significant to the defense of the Colonies." Pausing in his steps, Duo noticed an OZ wanted poster hanging with his picture from when he had been captured. "These young volunteers are vying for a position to fight for the safety of the Colonies," the voice explained.
Tearing down the poster, the braided pilot crumpled it in his fists as he hissed, "Why is everyone going along with OZ's every word?" He turned his head up towards the screen that most of the crowd was now watching.
As the image of several Space Leos were displayed, the announcer's voice returned. "The youngsters produce satisfactory results in a firing test designed to reflect a real battle." The team of Space Leos spread out through the stars as they shot towards firebombs used to test their maneuvering and marksmanship.
Duo raised an eyebrow in interest as he walked closer to the screen tower. "Might as well see what the competition looks like," he muttered before taking a sip from the cup of soda he held.
After watching the trial run for only a few minutes, it was obvious that most of those pilots were in need of training as their suits took hits from the firebombs. One, however, made his way through those struggling as he managed to avoid every hit, taking out any target close to him. Even Duo was impressed as his eyes widened slightly. "Damn. That one is really good," he whispered to himself.
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In Space, the one piloting that Leo spoke through his com. "This is Test Pilot One. I'm finished with the test," he stated simply.
"Test Pilot One, confirm your name," the OZ commander ordered from his Taurus suit.
Removing his helmet, the green-eyed boy responded, "I told you. Trowa Barton." There was no response as the airwaves suddenly died. Sitting back in the seat of his cockpit, the tall pilot waited for his next orders, silently wondering what was being discussed between the commander and their Corneal.
After a long silence, the voice of a woman chimed into his signal. "Trowa Barton," she began, "we have one additional test." On his monitor, his scanners locked onto a small capsule as it homed in on the distant object as a red, blinking square centered on his next hit. "Completely destroy the next target."
As the shuttle fell away, Trowa's eyes widened as he whispered, "But that's the..."
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Gasps and words of shock and amazement spread throughout the mob standing before the screen tower. Dropping the cup from his hand, Duo stared up at the screen with wide, disbelieving eyes as he all but shouted, "W-what the hell!?"
The remains of Deathscythe floated lifelessly before the Space Leo. Beaten, dirty and missing its left arm, the Gundam hovered as the image of defeat.
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Frozen in his place, Trowa was unable to blink as he watched his target. The voice of the commander finally punched through his channel. "What's the matter, Trowa Barton? Fire on the target," he bit out. Loosening his hold on the controls, the Latin pilot let the riffle in his suit's hand fall away as it floated off on its own accord. From his Taurus suit, the Commander shouted, "Corneal, he is a Gundam pilot, just as I figured!" Raising his suit's beam cannon to aim at the Leo, he growled, "I'll get rid of him!"
Closing his eyes, Trowa's voice said coolly, "Lend me that Beam Cannon."
"What!?" the soldier shouted.
Opening his emerald gems, the tall pilot explained, "It's made of Gundanium alloy. A Leo Riffle isn't going to do the job."
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Holding his breath, Duo watched in dread as his Gundam sat in stationary before the Leo suit. The announcer's voice advised the crowd, "A Gundam, responsible for the misunderstandings between the Earth and the Colonies, is about to be destroyed in the hands of a citizen of the Colonies who wishes for peace. Ladies and gentlemen, stand by to witness this very exciting moment in history." The communication and excitement among those gathered increased greatly as they stood in waiting.
Walking towards the screen, Duo called up to the image of his suit, "Hey, listen, Deathscythe. Don't give up too easily." Sweat rolled down the side of his face as he smiled nervously, "You're going to be... ok, right? You're gonna come out of this just fine."
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
"About to commence the second test," Trowa advised flatly from his cockpit as he took aim and fired the Beam Cannon. Hitting its mark, the single shot caused a massive explosion as Deathscythe was lost in a ball of heat and flames.
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With a sharp gasp, Duo's mouth fell open as his eyes bulged at the sight. He watched in horror as his suit fell away as the crowd cheered and shouted around him. Pieces of metal broke and faded off of Deathscythe's head as the remains were incinerated to nothing. Unable to watch the display any longer, the American's eyes squeezed closed as he lowered his head, shaking with rage. "No," he whispered desperately to himself. Turning, he clenched his fists as he raised his head and screamed, "NNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
As he watched the flames die from the explosion, Trowa's eyes widened slightly at the sight of a few, sparkling drops floating across his monitors. "Huh? What's this?" he asked softly. Following the shining bulbs with his tear-filled eyes, he whispered in awe, "Those sparkles... they're my tears."
* * * * * *
The skies opened as rain poured over the city. Running through the streets, Duo gritted his teeth as he made his way past the dispersing crowd. The brim of his dark cap shielded his eyes as he hissed, "Bastards! I'm not going out this way! Not now!"
Entering an alley, the braided pilot was about to run into two young men making their way out. Just barely avoiding them as he continued to race by, Duo stopped abruptly when a strong hand latched onto his right arm suddenly. Spinning his head back, Duo's wet braid snapped over his shoulder as his gaze met a pair of narrowed brown eyes. "Watch where you're going, kid! You could kill someone!" Panting heavily, Duo watched the two men who looked no more than five years older than himself. The only ones in the alley, the brunette loosened his hold on the American's arm as his eyes lost their glare, filling with confusion in its place. "Hey... Where have I seen you before?" he asked.
His eyes widening in fear for a second, Duo lowered his head to shield his face again as he pulled his arm free with a sharp jerk, shouting, "I don't know what you're talking about! I've never seen either of you before!" Stepping back a few paces, he carefully peered at the young man from just under his cap. "Look, sorry about almost knocking you down. I was just on my way back to my dorm." Gasping sharply, his violet orbs widened at the one of the many wanted posters OZ plastered around the city. It stared back at him just a foot behind the young men.
The blonde's green eyes widened and quickly, he turned his head back to where Duo's eyes fell. "Joey, it's that pilot that OZ had captured that got away!"
Duo froze with his eyes wide as the one named Joey quickly glanced back at the poster as the other young man glared at the braided pilot. Joey chuckled deeply as he turned to gaze on the wanted culprit with a sneer. "Well, well, well. I'll be damned," the brunette chuckled darkly as he and his friend stalked slowly towards their prey. "You know OZ is offering quite the pretty penny for your return to them. How much was the reward again, Gary?" Joey asked as he cast his partner a sideways glance.
The blonde young man smirked, "Five hundred thousand when I last checked. Dead or alive." Pacing backwards, Duo watched the two as his eyes moved from one to the other, not even noticing the pouring rain any longer. Gary's eyes narrowed as his green eyes peered at his friend, "Do you think they would mind if we had a little fun of our own with him first?"
Joey's cold sneer became even more threatening as he replied huskily, "Not at all." Before he even had time to react. Duo had his back shoved against the wall as Gary held both his wrists pined against the wet brick, his black cap falling to the ground. "I'll go first," the brunette growled deeply as he reached down to his belt with both hands.
Everything happened so quickly after that. In a flash, Duo remembered the knife that he always hid in his hair. In a few seconds, he managed to free one hand and the next, he was fighting the two off. Before him, all he knew were flashes of movements, a few sprays of red, a few pain-filled cries.
Finally, he stood where he had been pinned against the wall, panting deeply with his jacket only hanging from one arm. At his feet the young men's bodies lay in heaps, their blood running in streams from the gathering puddles and their eyes wide and still in horror. Just inches from them, the murder weapon glistening in the street lights. "I-I couldn't have done this," he whispered in a breathless, frightened voice as he paled in disbelief.
Duo lifted his right hand up and as it trembled before his face, his wide violet eyes took in the blood that coated it as he gasped sharply. Panting in shuddered breaths, this left arm went limp as the jacket fell away completely from his body to leave him only in his priest clothing. His eyes fell to the bodies again as he took in the gory sight.
It all became too much for him as Duo turned to the wall, supporting himself with both hands against the cold concrete as he hunched forward and lost the contents of his stomach. The rain continued to pour on him forcefully as he covered his mouth, wiping it once there was no more to heave. 'You had to do it,' his thoughts rang out. 'It was either you or them. You only did what you had to.' The more his mind ran with this, the harder it was to actually convince himself that they were telling the truth.
Turning again so that his back leaned against the wall, Duo was barely able to remain standing as his braided head fell back. A stream of blood pooled around his feet, running down the sewage drains a few feet away. Two people were dead. At his own bare hands. There was nothing that would change that.
Closing his eyes, Duo closed his eyes and did something that he never thought he would... he prayed. "Our father... who art in heaven..."
* * * * * *
Soaked to the bone from the rain, with his drenched and hat back in place, Duo trudged into the large dormitory where he had been staying as he walked to his room. His head hung as he walked, he removed his swipe card and scanned it at his door as the lock unhitched loudly. Pushing his way inside this room, the braided pilot closed the door behind him as he stood in the entrance, staring into the empty space with wide eyes and his pale face as he whispered in a timid voice, "Honey, I'm home." Raindrops continued to run down his face and arms as he remained still in the silent response.
Removing his cap and jacket, Duo threw them to the side, not caring where they landed as he hissed, "Damn it, Maxwell! Get over it! You've killed people before! Stop acting like this is so different!" His legs finally gave out. Collapsing to the ground, he leaned his back against the wall, he closed his eyes as he gently rubbed the top of his soaked head with a deep sigh. "So tired," he whispered to himself. "I don't even know why I bother trying. It just doesn't seem worth it anymore."
Silence followed as Duo's thoughts ran with him. Then, a few soft notes filled the room and pierced through his clouded mind. The song continued and violet eyes snapped wide open as the soft melody suddenly became all too familiar. Casting his gaze across the room, he sat up and peered top shelf of the desk there. Placed safely between the books lined on either side was the small ceramic house that Duo had given Heero before they had parted ways for Siberia. Only half of the cottage was in tact along with the base as the roof of the cottage had been shattered from the blast it survived, but the music recording continued to play.
Slowly, the braided boy crawled to the desk as his wide and disbelieving eyes remained on the gift, reaching up to it when he was close enough. Gingerly taking the remains into both hands, he lowered the small trinket and cradled it before him with mouth open in amazement. Kneeling there, his eyes watched it in awe as the sweet melody continued. "I-I don't believe it. He held onto it," Duo whispered breathlessly. "I didn't think that it mattered to him."
A tear fell onto the carpet as Duo lowered the small home onto the floor carefully. Resting his back against the side of the bed, he folded his arms over his knees as he buried his head in them as he sobbed. His tears fell freely for the first time in what seemed like ages as the damn finally broke. "He- Heero," he whispered brokenly. "I'm scared," he admitted faintly with a soft whimper. "I'm so scared. I don't think that I can take much more if this."
"Duo," a familiar voice said softly. Gasping sharply, Duo's head snapped up as he saw the Wing pilot before him, watching him with a saddened frown and concerned cobalt. Before the American could say anything, the vision kneeled before him. Slowly Heero leaned forward and wrapped his translucent arms around the braided pilot's neck. Closing his eyes, his lips pressed a tender kiss on Duo's cheek as he whispered, "You forgot so soon? Our promise?"
Too tired and lost, Duo whispered back, "Years ago?" His eyes slid half-closed as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. Without understanding what that meant, he recalled the night that he and Heero held each other in their dorm. Slowly, he could feel his fears and concerns fading. The soft song continued in the distance.
The vision of the Wing pilot continued to hold him as he replied quietly, "I'm always with you, just as you're always with me. Nothing will ever change that." He placed another kiss on the braided pilot's forehead and whispered, "My thoughts are with you. Stay strong for me." At those words, Duo's eyes slid closed as he suddenly felt himself surrounded in security and warmth.
* * * * * *
On the Lunar Base, Heero sat with his hands resting between his parted legs, locked together by a metal restraining block. His back leaning against the small cell's wall, the Wind pilot leaned his head back and gazed to the ceiling light. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly as his thoughts went to Duo, as they somehow always, knowing that he would think of some excuse to explain why that was. For now, he would allow himself to silently wish the braided pilot well.
Wrapped tightly in the sheets of his bed, Duo dreamed of two strong arms around him. Safe in that embrace, he slept soundly through the night.
Both in different worlds and yet somehow, they were both at peace.
TBC...
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