Gundam Wing and it's characters are copyright Sotsu, Sunrise, and some other people, don't own them and have never claimed to. Please don't sue me, you won't get much....
"Trusting You,"
Part 9
by Shi-chan
Nothing Is Forever
After an eventful breakfast involving Duo, lighter fluid, and Wufei losing his eyebrows, Duo finally managed to lose a little of his good cheer.
"I don't see why Heero didn't come to breakfast," he argued. "I went to all the trouble of making his eggs sunny-side up!"
Wufei touched a finger to the remains of his left eyebrow. "Maxwell, you're never going near that stove again."
"Aw..." Duo suddenly looked as gloomy as he had been for the last few months. "Heero..."
Wufei wondered if the American needed his head checked. Maybe it was the amnesia interfering with his brain patterns.
Duo finished the last of his scrambled eggs and wandered out of the kitchen. //Maybe he's with Wing.//
Cheered again, Duo ran down to the hanger to see his friend.
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Duo could find no trace of Heero or Wing, but he found something else that piqued his interest. //That Gundam....my Gundam...//
Casting a glace around the empty hangar, Duo ran to the machine and hopped in. The cockpit felt much more familiar than Wing's had. //It feels like me.//
Carefully he brought the Gundam out of the hangar and up into the sky.
Duo piloted the mobile suit like a master, through pure instinct. Somehow he knew that between his piloting skills and the superb machine he would be fine. //Thanks, Shinigami.//
/Shinigami?/
//The God of Death. The mobile suit. Me.//
/You mean....it was you./
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Duo didn't return from his excursion until late that night. He slipped his Deathscythe, his Shinigami, into its place in the hangar and hoped Heero might have thought its disappearance to be a Maganac or one of the other pilots.
When he dragged his weary body into his room, already unbuttoning his shirt, he was slightly less-than-surprised to find Heero sitting on his bed. "Oi, Heero-man."
Heero gave the American an odd look. "Quatre says you've been acting weird. You didn't tell anyone what happened last night, did you?"
Duo shook his head. "Just between us."
Heero nodded stiffly.
Dropping his shirt on the floor Duo sauntered over and sat defiantly in Heero's lap. "I can be persuaded not to tell tomorrow either."
Heero's jaw dropped. "Are you okay?"
Duo narrowed his sparkling indigo eyes and grinned at Heero. "Close your mouth...wait, I'll take care of that..." Duo shifted his weight and kissed Heero firmly on the mouth as the other boy had done the night before. Heero enjoyed the feeling of being so close to Duo, but still had to wonder...
"What brought this on?" he gasped between kisses.
"You." Duo lifted Heero's shirt and began to trace patterns on the other boy's chest with his index finger.
The confused Heero tried to take it all in...maybe he'd been right after all about Duo's feelings for him? Duo's slender fingers against his skin made shivers run down his spine. The beautiful mass of chestnut hair that Duo had left down that morning surrounded him like a brown waterfall and brushed against Heero's arms.
"And what do you intend to do now?" Heero wondered aloud.
"I'd be happy just being with you..." Duo yawned and continued rubbing Heero's chest. "Heero-chan..."
Heero cracked a rare smile and enfolded Duo in his arms. "My Shinigami."
//What the hell brought this on? He called me....Heero-chan! Does this mean...?!?//
Duo yawned again and leaned against Heero. "You're warm...Heero...you don't mind, do you?"
"Mind? Mind what?" Heero tucked a peice of brown hair behind Duo's ear.
"Me." The American tipped his head so that the waterfall of hair spread itself out like a fan. "Heero..."
"Of course not! I...I have to tell you that..." Heero suddenly couldn't find the words he wanted to say. "Duo...my little Shinigami...I've wanted all this for so long..."
Duo made an "mmmm." sound and Heero had to wonder if the boy was listening to him. "Duo?"
"G'way, Sister, I dun' need to get up yet....zzzzzz...."
Heero shook his head in amusement. Typical Duo. He lay his friend on his back and covered him with a blanket, clothes and all. "Good night, my little Death. I don't think you know how happy even this has made me."
Smiling fondly, Heero placed a soft kiss on Duo's forehead and slipped out the door, closing it behind him.
The indigo eyes blinked in the starlight and Duo Maxwell sighed in happiness. "That makes two of us, Heero, my friend."