| To college we will go, to college we will go�� Dragged kicking and screaming by the braid, but I go. RL sucks. Not only do classes begin again, but I got into a stupid accident and injured my right hand. Nothing serious or permanent but it really hinders the notetaking/typing process. Sorry this took so long. It�s been almost�� *stops to count* a month since I last posted parts of this. I hope I still have an audience out there. *Sighs* Many people expressed curiosity over why Duo freaked out about the hospital bit. And honestly, I *was* going to included it in this part but it gained a mind of its own and got angsty on me. So the explain will have to wait for a part or two. It�s starting to get interesting��. Cranky Duo warning ahead. Repeat, cranky Duo warning ahead. May get upgraded to pissy if conditions continue. Recommended course of action is to stay out of the center of the storm and wait for it to pass. Only a fool contends with the elements in their fury. That and Heero Yuy��. Title: A Way to Heal 4/10? Author: Lady DarkAngel Ladydarkangel_1@y... 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, sap Pairing(s): 3x4, 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, possible OOC for Heero and Duo in this part but I doubt it Feedback: Kami-sama, YES!!! Ladydarkangel_1@y...; any and all comments are welcome like the sweet ego-sustainers they are. Amethyst eyes gave Heero one of the nastiest looks he�d ever seen, outside of the mirror, of course. Duo was glaring at him for all he was worth and then some. His fists were balled up and white at the knuckles. A snarl was firmly entrenched on his lips and he had his teeth bared. The image would have been impressive, even to him; that is, if Duo hadn�t been dressed in a hospital gown with IVs running from his arm and had that just-woken look about him. It was almost enough to get a chuckle out of him. Almost. Duo was giving him the evil eye, daring him to explain exactly what the hell was going on here. The gaze demanded that it had better be something he wanted to hear or there would be some serious hell to pay. �Ya know, I think my ears are playin� tricks on me.� Duo remarked in a deceptively light conversational tone. Heero wasn�t buying it at all. �I coulda sworn I heard the word �hospital�. But that�s impossible. Can�t be it. Even if by some bizarre and cruel twist of fate I could maybe, possibly, conceivably been sick, I know that there is a matchstick�s chance in Hell the hospital part could be true. There is simply no way. Baka me. I�m an idiot. What am I thinking? Isn�t that right, Heero? Now��. where are we again?� Heero looked him straight in the eye. He was the Perfect Soldier; he didn�t fear Death, even when he was staring into its violet eyes. He *didn�t* fear Death�� �Hospital, room 71, 5th floor, second wing.� �GODDAMNIT!!!!!� The sheer violence of the outburst, despite being expected, still startled him. He knew the American wouldn�t be pleased but he honestly hadn�t anticipated him trying to break everything within reach. Including a certain nearby pilot. An angry Duo was not a pleasant sight. Almost as scary as his own rare fits were. When seized with a blind rage, he was a danger to himself. The Japanese boy leapt up to restrain his partner, least he pull a muscle or the damn IV. He didn�t need any more hospital time added on. Cussing, ranting and raving, the Deathscythe pilot was a one-man destruction crew, tearing the place apart. �Duo! Yamero!� Wrapping his arms around the boy, he tried to hold on without causing additional injuries. But Duo wasn�t listening. He fought like a man possessed. Unfortunately for him, he still wasn�t fully healed yet. Incoherent shouts of rage issued forth and Heero didn�t even bother to try and understand. He hung on for dear life. Duo struggled against the stronger boy fiercely before finally sagging in defeat. He slumped down, exhausted, into Heero�s firm embrace. They stayed like that for a time before Duo broke the silence. �This ain�t funny, Spandex-boy.� �I never said it was. Do you see me laughing at you?�, he gruffly replied. �No, but I know that you�re getting some kind of sick thrill outta this. You just have to be getting your jollies by seeing me get screwed like this. That�s why you�re still here. Cosmic payback. They were right about the bitch part.� The resigned tone in that mumble echoed loudly in his ears. Surprised, he nearly dropped the weak figure in his arms. �Why do you say that?� Something about that disturbed him. Duo shouldn�t think like that. Much less have to say that. Was it because of the way he acted? That Duo thought him incapable of staying otherwise? Why did that hurt so much? It shouldn�t hurt�� �You�d never waste your time on me if you had something better to do. Too much of a hassle and I�m annoying to boot, remember? You always bitch and moan when you have to spend time with me. You have to be forced into doing it. Yet, you willingly stayed? You must be a closet masochist.� He paused and tilted his head. A mischievous twinkle lit his eyes. �Or maybe not a closet case. Damn, Heero�� That really does explain a lot, now that I think about it. Didn�t think you were that type of guy, though. Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm.� �Baka!� �Yeah, yeah, I know. Yamero or omae o korosu! You have no sense of humor, man. Musta got it spanked outta ya or somethin�. Hmmmm, well�.. at least I know what to get you for Christmas now. Something along the lines of functional leather. I�m sure it will go to a great cause.� �Duo!� Despite his disapproving tone, Heero was pleased to see the braided pilot was felling well enough to joke around again. It had been too long since he�d heard that teasing voice or seen the laughing smile that currently graced that elven face. He seemed to have relaxed a bit. The fierce tension that had come so quickly was banished in favor of cheap jokes and a ribbing smile. <Good. That�s the Duo we all know and worry about. Not that�� stranger who was here just a second ago.> But soon the good mood seemed to fade quickly. The light joking manner retuned to whence it came swiftly and the dark, edgy attitude of before came back full force. Heero could literally see the joviality in those amaryllis eyes die a painful death and the pseudo-fury regain control. Unsure of what to do and what was going on, he remained still. Duo had mercurial moods, true, but there was always a cause to them even if he couldn�t understand it. He hated hospitals with a passion, that much Heero knew. But this was something more, something else. To witness such random emotional shifting�� or was it really so random? There must be something causing this that he couldn�t see��. He watched Duo fidget and stare at the IV like the damnable invader it was. After appearing to deliberate silently, he reached a private decision and announced it to Heero by removing the tube in an almost violent and most certainly painful manner. Before he could object to that bit of excessive foolishness, the Deathscythe pilot froze him in place with an unreadable glare. �We�re leaving. Right now.� The icy tone was not lost on the Wing Zero pilot. Quickly gathering his wits, the Japanese boy saw the logic in this. �Hai. That would be best considering. We�ve been here far too long as it is. The others will be waiting outside for us. We don�t have any transport but that shouldn�t be a problem. We have to be careful, though; the OZ patrols��. Duo, what the hell do you think you�re doing?!� Heero grabbed Duo as he wobbly tried to stand and failed miserably, almost landing flat on his face. It didn�t deter him, though, since he immediately tried again with the same results. �I told you. We�re leaving. NOW!� �Hang on. You shouldn�t be standing. You�re still not fully recovered��� Heero was supporting nearly all of Duo�s weight and it was obvious that there was no way he would be going anywhere under his own power anytime soon. �Let go of me, Yuy. I know what I�m doing.� �Duo��.� The braided boy glared at him. �WHAT?! What is your problem?! You want to leave here, right?! As soon as possible?! Well, shut up and walk, buster! You�re stalling!� �Demo��. Don�t you think you should get dressed first?� His eyes took in Duo�s less-then-clothed state that the wearer didn�t seem to notice and/or care. It could pass in a pinch, but it would attract unnecessary attention. Someone running around in just a hospital gown that doesn�t close in the back generally looks like an escapee from a mental ward and would definitely garner some stares. Duo in just a hospital gown that doesn�t close in the back��. �Hell no! I�m getting out while the getting�s good! I REFUSE to stay here one second longer, you hear me?! I WANT *OUT*!!!!!!!� A flash of panic raced thorough violet eyes but was quickly extinguished. That shocked him. Duo Maxwell did not panic easily. What the hell was going on here?! The words came unbidden. �Don�t you think you�re overreacting?� The question caused Duo to stiffen up. �What exactly are you implying?� He was downright frigid again. �Nothing.� <Shimatta. Why did I *say* that?!> �Don�t think so. You never say anything that you don�t mean. What are you trying to get at?� �Duo, I didn�t��.� �Spit it out! You thought it was important enough to open your mouth and actively vocalize one of those mysterious things you call thoughts that float in that brain of yours earlier! I want an answer, Heero Yuy. What the hell did you mean?!� �This isn�t like you.� �Aa. So it�s not. Meet the new me. Really-Not-Happy Boy. Wants-the-Hell-Out Dude. Get-Out-of-My-Way-Before-I-Turn-Hostile Bucko. Color-Me-Gone Babe.(1) Any questions, please direct them to our toll-free number. Take a quarter and call someone who cares. And no, 911 doesn�t want you either.� All during this spiel, he�d been edging away form Heero and towards the door. <He�s nervous. Or upset. He babbles like this when he�s scared.> He deiced to lay the little fact on the table and see where it went. �You�re scared.� Standing stiff as a statue, Duo ground out, �What did you say?!� �You�re frightened. No, you�re downright terrified. Why? If you�re worried about OZ and getting caught, then��� �Kisama, you don�t have a clue, now do you?! But then what was I thinking, expecting the Perfect Soldier Heero Yuy to understand?! You don�t even know, much less care!� Puzzled nearly out of his mind, Heero stated, �I don�t know what you�re talking about. I admit it. If you told me��.� �We�re in a hospital, genius!� �And��.� �And WHY are we here?!� �I told you already. We�re in a hospital because you were sick. Extremely sick. Deathly sick. It was necessary for your survival. We were going to lose you��� �Like hell it was! Like you were so concerned about me you hauled me here and let them do this to me?! Bastard! You�re a terrible liar! And what about the *mission*, Heero? The mission comes *first*; that�s what you always say! Are you trying to tell me I�m more important then the mission?! Doesn�t this endanger the *mission*?! How could you let that happen?! What kind of soldier are you?!� Bitterness fairly dripped from his tone. Taken aback, Heero stuttered, �This is a mission. We all agreed. You needed help. Badly. We weren�t capable of taking care of you. We were careful. It didn�t violate standing parameters.� He struggled to put his confused thoughts into words. �It would have been foolish not to act. Losing a pilot so trivially endangers the mission. Bronchitis is a stupid way to go, Duo. Besides, I�� we didn�t want you to die. We really were concerned. I��� Duo�s posture seemed to deflate a bit. �That bad, huh?� �Hai.� �Saaaa��..� Letting out a breath that carried something between a sigh and a snort, Duo looked down. �Guess there�s no point in getting pissy. What�s done is done. Can�t do nothin� about it. Son of a��� Yet another silence reigned as Heero waited for what was coming next. The American finally raised his eyes to meet his. �Probably should thank you. You were just trying to do the right thing. Ya mighta saved my life. You were being a friend. I shouldn�t have yelled at you like that. It�s not your fault that��� He broke off and hesitated. Offering a smile that never approached his eyes, Duo murmured, �Arigato.� �Don�t worry about it.� �Good. I won�t. Now, off we go.� The swift dismissal dismayed Heero. Something was definitely wrong here. Then as Duo wobbled past him, something caught his eyes and nearly made him blush. �Ah, Duo?� �Nani?� He didn�t pause in his trek to the door. Heero beat him there and blocked the way out. �Wait. We can�t go yet.� A growl was his answer. �Duo? At least get dressed.� A pause. �Onegai?� ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Quatre was startled out of a year�s growth by the door being suddenly flung open to reveal Heero supporting a rather hurriedly and sloppily dressed Duo. The blonde started to greet the boy who he�d worried about for so long when twin death glares ware aimed directly at his forehead. Stifling a �meep�, he offered a sincere grin. �I take it it�s time to go?� �Hn.� Of the pair, he was surprised that Heero graced him with an answer. Not a good sign. Mental warning bells were going off. Wufei steeped forward from his perch. �I�ll go acquire some transportation.� And then he was gone. Smart boy. <Wish I�d thought off that��> Heero began to help Duo down the hall after Wufei as his obviously shakily legs weren�t up to the task. Again, he tried to start a conversation. He needed to know what happened. Was Duo OK? What was with the stone faces? Why was the chatterbox being quiet? He opened his mouth to ask these questions and more when he felt Trowa�s restraining hand just as the Wing Zero pilot turned to give him the strangest look. If it had been anyone else, he would have sworn it was pleading him to leave them alone. Asking him to stay out of a violate situation for now. Shocked, he watched them round the corner in silence. After a seconds came a timid, �OK��. What was *that* all about?� �I don�t know, Little One. And I have the feeling we�re not supposed to know. At least, not yet.� The Heavyarms pilot rubbed his koi�s shoulders softly. �Just be grateful he�s well again.� �Is he? I wonder��. And now Heero��.� The taller boy seemed to ponder this and then gave a minuscule shake of his head. �Later. We will know later. Heero will take care of this as he has taken care of Duo before. It�s not our place, koi. I�m not sure we can help; we might even make things worse. Now come. It�s time to go.� Quatre chuckled softly and hugged his beloved tight. �Just how did you get so wise on me, ne?� Trowa smiled. �I learned from the very best. You just have a tendency to get distracted when one of us gets hurt, that�s all. Now, if we don�t hurry, they�re going to leave us behind and it�s a very long walk to the new safehouse.� �They wouldn�t do that to us��.. would they?� A loud screech echoed from the window facing the parking lot, along with loud cursing in several different languages and the ever distinct, �Omae o korosu� and �Injustice!� were heard. They stared at each other amusedly for a few seconds before hurrying to catch their ride. (TBC��) C&C will encourage me to write more faster. Otherwise, this fic remains at the mercy of my schedule. And it doesn�t like *me* very well��. (1) My friends and I play a little game where we have to make up these kinds of names for passers by. You�re not allowed word repeats for 4 turns and you have to be fast on the draw. Winner of the day gets a treat of their picking. These were some of my winning lines. 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 Proud Owner of two sets of chibis: Chibi Angel Duo and Heero in leather (twins of Tomanaiya's) and Chibi Angel Duo and Heero in black flight gear with stripes from the final GW episodes 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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