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Heero woke and was all alone. The bed felt cold and he needed to get out of that room. He half stumbled to the bathroom and started a shower. A cold shower. Standing in the water, his body beginning to go numb, all he could see was Duo�s blood on his hands.
�I did this. Does this mean I killed you?�
The words from his dream came back to him. And yet, he woke up all alone. Had he really murdered Maxwell and it hadn�t been a dream? No, he could never�.could he?
Shutting off the water, and shaking now from the cold, he wrapped himself in a towel and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. He grabbed a white T-shirt, dark blue sweat pants and a black hoodie. Pulling it over his head, he stepped into the hall. The hood blacked his view of the house, except right in front of him, which was fine because he knew where he was going.
�Does this mean I killed you?�
�You are the Angel of Death,� Heero spoke out loud to the air. �Is it possible you never were and I created you so I didn�t feel so alone?� Heero heard noises as he walked towards the living room.
There was a very familiar �Damn you!� and the thud of a fist on the coffee table. Heero looked into the living room to find Wu Fei yelling and pointing at the TV again. Quatre sat in the corner at Trowa�s feet reading a book, but where was Duo?
�I made him up, didn�t I?� Heero said from the doorway. The three of them ignored Heero. He stood watching tem for a minute before he repeated himself.
All he got was Wu Fei yelling at the TV again. Growling, Heero went to see if he could figure this out on his own. He walked to the front door and placed his hand on the handle. It was wet and cold. Lifting his hand back up, he saw blood.
Duo�s blood.
He closed his hand and shook his head, looking to the door knob.
The blood was gone.
It was gone on his hand too. Stepping into the front yard, he gave a sigh of relief. There lying under a tree was Duo. He had his hands crossed behind his head and one knee up, the other leg crossed over the knee. He was chewing on a piece of grass, humming to himself.
Heero was about to speak his name, when he thought better of it. What if Duo wasn�t there? Or what if he wasn�t going to believe him? Duo would do here, what he did in the dream. Laugh it off. Heero looked off to his left, at the ground.
Sighing, he looked back to the tree. Duo was gone. So he had just imagined him. Good, he thought. One less thing to worry about. Turning back to the house, he almost ran right into Duo.
�Hey,� he said with a smile.
�Duo?� Heero took a step back. He looked down to Duo�s hand. He could see the blood dripping from his curled fingers.
�Why won�t you wake up Heero?� Duo�s voice pleaded with him. �Why?� Duo held out hid blood covered hand as Heero took a step back.
�No,� he shook his head with a moan. �No,�
�Heero,� Duo�s fingers dripped blood to the ground. �Heero, wake up.�