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"Trusting You,"
Part 8
by Shi-chan
Nothing Is Forever
Later that night Duo sat on the edge of his bed, brushing that long, annoying hair that Quatre refused to let him cut short and thinking of Heero Yuy. Again.
Heero hadn't come back to the house since their trip in Wing. Duo wondered whether it was something he had done. //Maybe I should have pulled away from the kiss after all.//
The door of the room opened with a barely audible click and Heero cautiously slipped in.
"Heero!" Duo gasped, almost dropping the brush. "You could have knocked..."
"Why?" Heero wondered aloud.
The flustered Duo flung the mass of hair behind his back, noting embarassingly that he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. "I might have been getting undressed!"
"And what would you have done then?" Heero asked softly.
Duo was at a loss for words.
"Would you have hit me? Screamed?" Heero closed the door behind him, leaving them in only the light of the stars in the window.
Duo, slightly alarmed, stood up and looked Heero in his dark eyes.
Heero advanced on the confused American. "What would you do if I did this?" He grabbed the younger boy by his shaking shoulders and enveloped him in a passionate kiss. Duo, still in shock, didn't scream, didn't pull away.
/What are you doing? Are you going to let him do that?/
//I thought he was going to--//
/Hentai!/
//NO!//
/Why is he still kissing you then?/
Heero let go of Duo and sat him back down on the bed. "Well?"
Duo's head spun. //I enjoyed that.// "What?"
"You're not going to scream for Quatre? Not going to hit me? Look, I'm not going to fight back." Heero spread his arms, palms upturned. "Go ahead."
The American, violet eyes flashing, stared hard at Heero. "I'm not going to hit you."
Heero gave him a full smile this time. "You never know what I might do next. Are you leaving yourself vulnerable?"
"No," Duo said with a smirk, "I trust you."
Those three words were plenty enough to silence Heero Yuy.
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Heero had finally left Duo alone with his thoughts. Unfortunately, Duo wasn't interested in having this conversation again.
/Pervert./
//Shut up.//
/You let him kiss you./
//He could have done worse.//
/Would you have let him?/
Duo gasped aloud and wondered if he would have. His feelings for Heero Yuy had changed greatly over the past twelve hours. But had they changed that much?
//No,// he finally decided, //I wouldn't.//
/Why don't I beleive you?/
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The next morning a uncharacteristically-cheerful Duo hopped out of bed, having been visited by sweet dreams all night. He couldn't remember what they were, and suspected that they were lost memories, but they left him feeling happy and more fulfilled than he had been in the months since the accident.
Duo threw the covers across the bed and went to the closet, pulling on the first thing that came out--a pair of black dress pants and one of Quatre's white collared shirts. Then he brushed his hair and on a whim decided to leave it down for the day.
He cast a glance at the mirror on his way out and tried on a grin--he'd almost forgotten how to express himself through his face, since he hadn't been feeling much emotion lately. Today was better. Today was different.
//Is it because of what happened last night?//
/Masaka. Couldn't be./
Still, the thought of Heero again brought a smile to his face. He bounced his new hyper self out the hall and almost ran over Quatre. "Oi Quatre! Morning!"
"Slept in, did you? You're never up this late...why did you leave your hair down?" Quatre couldn't help smiling at the maniacal grin on Duo's face.
"Felt like it!" the American winked at Quatre. "Can I make breakfast?"
Quatre was taken aback by Duo's odd demeanor. He was acting just like he used to! "Sure, go right ahead. Try not to blow up the kitchen this time."
"Okay!" Duo bounded past the Arab and into the living room where Wufei sat meditating. "Hi Wu-man! Gotta go, I'm makin' breakfast for everybody!"
"That's excellent, Maxwell. Now leave me alone."
"Bye!" Duo grinned and ran into the kitchen.
"Baka..." Wufel closed his eyes and started to relax, then started. "Did he just call me Wu-man?"