| Gomen minna-san, that this took so long. But at least I didn�t forget! As promised, the sequel series to �A Gesture of Kindness� is here! It�s been almost a month so if no one remembers, then that�s Ok�� Little Heero and Duo in the one but more on them later. I need to set the scene up somehow�� Cute little Quatre scene (IMHO). I know everyone always portrays him as a mother hen. Now he gets to be a frustrated one! He so kawaii when he�s turned pinker when his shirt!!! Well, we�re approaching finals here so I�m gonna be AWOL for maybe a week or two. But I could never leave without a parting gift. After all, I did promise�.. This part is more like a token piece then a teaser. I didn�t have much time to spend on it but I swear I�ll make the next part much better. I�ll actually be able to concentrate on what I�m writing. Deal, ne? Title: A Way to Heal 1/10? (Sequel to A Gesture of Kindness) Author: Lady DarkAngel [email protected] Archive: Lady DarkAngel's Gundam Wing Fanfiction Library http://ladydarkangel_1.homestead.com/Main.html, Darkflame�s (if she�ll take it�.) and anywhere else is fine, just ask me first Category: Yaoi, angst Pairing(s): 1+2 eventually (I�ma getting� there, don�t rush me!) Disclaimers: Gundam Wing or Shinkidousenki Gundam Wing is copyrighted and trademarked by Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency and associated parties with all rights and privileges. The characters were used without permission for the purposes of entertainment only. This is not meant for sale of profit. Any characters not created by those listed above are mine and hereby considered the sole property and copyright of the author. Anyway, I�m just a poor college student. So can I play with them? I promise I won�t break them�.. much. Rating: PG Warnings: At this point, minor angst and sap Feedback: Kami-sama, YES!!! [email protected]; any and all comments are welcome like the sweet ego-sustainers they are. It was quiet. Calm, peaceful, still quiet. The kind most people long for on hectic days and wish to mindlessly enjoy its bliss. The kind where the air vibrates with every slight movement and you can seem to sense anything and everything around you. It was the sort of silence that Heaven claimed to possess and offered perfect rest for those within. It was the peace before the storm. It was too damn quiet. And it was making Quatre Raberba Winner nervous as all hell. He was jittery enough as it was. Duo�s illness and subsequent problems and complications saw to that. His nerves were practically shot due to anxiety and the recent adrenaline overload he had suffered. Add in no sleep or food in recent memory and it totals up to one jumpy and pissed off blonde boy. Quatre was most definitely *NOT* happy at this point in time. And it was still too quiet. <Damnit, it�s not supposed to be this quiet!!> his mind raged. He stopped his frantic pacing to give the door another blistering glare. At any other time, he would have been shocked at his own behavior. The prim and proper, kind-hearted Winner heir was acting like an absolute madman. A foaming at the mouth one, at that. Sweet and gentle Quatre had been replaced with a furious and badly frightened young man who had nearly lost a good friend. The fact that he was recovering did little to ease his frustrations. The fact that his two companions seemed to care less was only provoking him. They didn�t share his worry, they didn�t understand his nervousness, and worst of all, they weren�t letting him into the goddamned room! Trowa was watching him were a hole in the hallway floor, strategically positioned in front of the door so any attempt to enter would be met with failure. Wufei was across the hall, causally lounging but ready to spring at a moment�s notice. Both kept wary but not overly concerned eyes peeled for threats. The Heavyarms pilot had taken up his position soon after Heero had gone in and hadn�t budged an inch since. His steady emerald eyes had followed Quatre as his pacing had begun and remained after the temper tantrum started to build. As backup, Wufei seemed to have slipped into a slight meditative state. Either that, or he�d zoned out and was wallowing in his own thoughts. Quatre was not impressed. Something was niggling at the back of this mind. It had started as a vague unsettling feeling that had grown every minute and was currently screaming for him to get his blonde Arabian butt in that room now and check on his friend. He didn�t really think anything was *wrong* but��. The way things had been going lately, better safe then eternally sorry. He trusted Heero�s with all heart and soul and with his life. Hell, he trusted him enough to trust the boy with his friends� lives, infinitely more important then his own. But the Japanese pilot wasn�t the most��.. reliable person when it came to other people�s weakness and pain. He would apply the same stoicism he lived by to the one he was taking care of and might miss some small but possible vital clue�� Quatre reigned in his thoughts. <Iie. Heero cares for Duo, I�m sure. He will give him all the attention he�s capable of and everything else to boot. But I still want to *be* there!> Wufei watched his friend work himself up into a fine ulcer-causing fit. Silently shaking his head at such antics, he shared a glance with Trowa. Sometimes Quatre cared too much for his own damn good. It was honorable, indeed vital, to be concerned with the welfare of one�s comrades but the blonde boy took it to extremes. It caused undo stress in an already stressed-out life and that was not good for any of them. The Shenlong pilot sighed. What was needed most right now was for everyone to calm down. That�s why they had allowed Heero to see Duo, despite the potential drawbacks inherent to such a risky gesture. He needed to have that reassurance, that his self-appointed mission had not failed. As drastically suicidal /homicidal as he was with the ability to guilt and blame himself into oblivion, it was necessary to prove that things were not as bad as his soldierly mind might have conjectured. In order to function, Yuy needed to view for himself the results of his mission. No one had a problem letting him do so. But that had been hours ago and despite his best efforts, Wufei found himself agreeing with the agitated boy. It was too quiet, even for him. Trowa was doing his damnedest to stay calm, keep his love calm, guard the door and watch for threats and worry himself silly while maintaining his standard demeanor. And was just barely succeeding too. He was not as cold as he made himself appear; he did cared deeply about those he chose to let into his life. He completely empathized with Quatre and the others; the only reason he hadn�t run into the room was the need for *someone* to be collected and in charge and it looked like it would have to be him. His koi was going nuts, Wufei was becoming slightly edgy, Duo was obviously down for the count, and no one had heard from Heero since he went in. <Being in authority sucks,> he concluded. <Especially when it�s hit the fan and your hands are tied. And everyone�s gunning for someone and you happen to be the most convenient target.> Suddenly Quatre stopped pacing and gave him the glare of a lifetime. <Oh damn, here we go.> he thought with a grimace and braced for a blow. <Hurricane Quatre�s coming in for the kill. Or in his case, wouldn�t it be sandstorm?> �That�s it! I can�t take this anymore! Get outta the way; I wanna see him *NOW*!!!!!� �No, love.� �What do you mean, �No�?! They�ve been in there for hours now! And not a sound! That�s not normal and you KNOW it!!� �Seven hours, twenty-eight minutes and 14 seconds.� They turned towards Wufei with identically raised eyebrows. �Nani? I have nothing better to do meditate and watch the clock.� He offered a crooked grin. �Care to offer some suggestions?� �Damnit, Trowa, let me in! Just a peek! I won�t bother them, I swear! I just need to see.�..� �Quatre, no. Let them be. Duo might still be comatose or he might merely be sleeping. No need to disturb him pointlessly. Let him rest. And let Heero do what he needs to do as well. It will help him to relax.� �But I�m *WORRIED*! And there was the heart of the matter there on the table. The fear of the past few days was manifesting itself in the desperate pleading in his tone. �Calm down, Quatre. It�s not as if Yuy will hurt him.� Wufei arched an eyebrow in his direction. �Unless you question that as well��� He took the bait. �Of course not! What are you implying?!� Oh, Kami-sama, here comes the pout and the hands akimbo. And the glare that only the Perfect Soldier can take on. Appearances are most definitely deceiving as Quatre is not the soft-puff angelic wuss his image projects. That boy could shred Leos with his bare hands when pissed. Like now. Anger in search of a target will often choose the closest object it knows will retaliate but ultimately lose. So Quatre was currently burning a hole through the Shenlong pilot�s skull, daring him to say something stupid. Wufei pushed himself away from the wall. �My implication is that your worry clouds your thinking. Do not worry about them. It is quiet only because Duo is not awake to ruin the silence.� He raised a hand to stall the blonde�s angry retort. �It�s true. Enjoy it while it lasts because he will be well soon. I speak not to be cruel but to tell the truth. Heero is taking care of him. I would not recommend interrupting him in his vigil�� his mission. This one seems to be personal and we cannot guarantee your safety if you attempt such a foolhardy stunt.� Trowa reached over and placed his arms around his koi. �Wufei�s right. Nothing will happen under his watch. Now, would you like something to eat? We need to keep our strength up too and you�ve been doing a lot recently. Come on, you need something to occupy your attention.� He gently tugged on the Sandrock pilot�s arm as he led him down the hallway with Wufei not two feet behind. �To hell with that!� Finally snapping, Quatre lunged for the door. His gesture was so unexpected that neither boy was prepared. Both Trowa and Wufei were unable to stop him. He reached the knob and gave it a frantic twist just as the two pilots behind him gathered their wits and went after him. The door flung open, Quatre moved forward, Wufei grabbed his right wrist while Trowa got the opposite arm, a brief struggle ensued and��. They all eneded up staring at the contents of the room with their jaws on the floor and ready to sell their souls for a camera and the negatives. In front of their disbelieving eyes was a sight none had ever had the audacity to even ever dream of occurring, much less have the honor of beholding. Heero was cuddled up next to Duo on the hospital bed, with an arm draped across the braided boy�s stomach and his face pressed into the juncture of his neck and shoulders. Said braid was wrapped armed Heero�s arm with the end in a death grip in his right hand. The Japanese pilot was snuggled up without an inch to spare between them and one leg was casually tossed over Duo�s ankles. While this in and of itself was prime heart attack material, that wasn�t why stunned speechlessness reigned supreme. Heero�s face was�.. expressive. In his sleep, the mask had fallen and they could see the boy beneath the soldier. And he looked possessive. Fiercely possessive of the dear treasure he held so very tightly. And protective to a fault. And caring gentleness was there as well. And�� and�� contentment. No, scratch that, happiness. Heero looked *HAPPY*!! A small smile graced his sleeping face as he guarded his partner in his slumber. Three badly confused, disjointed and somewhat frightened voices broke out into a cacophony at once. �What in the��.� �I would have never��.� �Oh my��� �Why is he��� ���. thought Yuy would actually��.� �That�s��. that�s ��.� �How did he��� ��� have the nerve to��� �Oh Allah, that�s just so *KAWAII*!!!!!� Trowa and Wufei looked about ready to faint and backed away from the sight, leaving a beaming Quatre in the front. Sometimes he was just too�� different then they expected. They faced each other and traded disbelieving and incredulous looks as well as mouthed statements of puzzlement. Before the chorus of voices could rise again in confusion, a slight rustling sound was heard. The three froze and turned. The sight that greeted them was one very awake and hostile-boarding-on-homicidal looking Heero Yuy giving them his very best �Omae o korosu� look. This was not good. TBC��. Now to study in the vain hope of passing Chemistry��� Lady DarkAngel ---------- Chibi Duo's Babysitter Moderator of Duo's Sugar Intake Keeper of Duo's Nice Rear-end Co-Keeper of Shinigami's Wings (with Meela) Keeper of Heero's Homicidal Intentions Keeper of Quatre's Teacup Keeper of Trowa's Mask Keeper of Wufei's Sense of Honor Co-Keeper of Duo's Chatter (with Tomanaiya) Co-Keeper of Heero's "Hn" (with Tomanaiya) Co-Writer of Wufei's Rants (with Tomanaiya) Leader of the Inspirationally-challenged Muses: Alisande, Rynvi, and Kiagara Co-Keeper of a real-life hamster named Heero Yuy (Hee-chan)(with Tomanaiya) Keeper of the Hit List Acting GOD in Charge of The Anime Muse Adopiton Center and WSCT of the AMAC Proud member of SDDI, the Society of Defending Duo's Intelligence Member of the Society Against the Complete Bastardization of Heero Yuy Occupant of the Happy Hentai House Master Hacker of the Shinigami Organization Assistant Mob Psychologist for the Shinigami Organization Founding Member of Saa-EEP!!! 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