Long
Day
by the Space Pirate Ryoko
Song: "Long Day" by Matchbox
20
//it's
sitting by the overcoat
the
second shelf, the note she wrote
that I
can't bring myself to throw away//
I slide the door closed behind me,
rubbing my head as if the pressure of my hand will make it feel better. Damn, it hurts. I never really had headaches before—since the war began I think
I've learned a thousand new ways to feel pain.
The room is dark and silent—empty.
I pick my way over to my bunk, wondering where Duo is. Probably still at dinner; that guy eats more
than anyone I've ever met.
I sit on the edge of the narrow bunk
and pull the note from my pocket. The
paper's soft, like cloth, and the folds are smooth from wear. Another week and it'll probably disintegrate.
I can't see her words in the darkness,
but I can smell the paper, feel the tiny indentations her pen pressed into the
page. I don't need to see it; I know
every line anyway.
//reach,
she said, to no one else but you,
cuz
you won't turn away
when
someone else is gone.//
She left it on my pillow in the Sanq
kingdom—a goodbye. She guessed we'd
never see each other again. I wonder if
she's right. In that short time we
spent together, she was usually right when she guessed about me. She said I should lean on Duo, if that's
what I want. I didn't know what the
hell I wanted. Now I'm even less
sure. I dream about her, though. My head throbs and I lay down. I need a night of uninterrupted sleep.
The door flies open and light floods
the cubicle of a room.
"Heero!"
I cover my eyes with my forearm,
clenching them shut in an effort to quell the stabbing pain. Trying to ignore Duo and the terrible glow
that surrounds his form in the doorway, I roll over. What the hell is the point of a headache, anyway? Other pain has a purpose, to show you
something is wrong. Headaches must've
been designed as a method of torture.
Duo comes to my bedside, flicks on
the light on the wall. "You
okay?" he asks in an absurdly loud voice.
I don't answer, hoping he'll go
away.
He doesn't.
Closing the door, he sits on the
bunk opposite mine and unlaces his boots.
"Talk about your bad days," he murmurs. He lets each one hit the floor with a loud
thump, then proceeds to sing under his breath as he changes clothes. Suddenly he stops.
"You still have that note from
Relena?" His voice holds more than
curiosity, and I don't like the possessive edge behind his words. He knocks a book from our shared night table
as he reaches across to pick up the paper.
"Don't you think she would've called or something, if she still
likes you? I mean, she even says for
you to stay with me! Hardly the words
of a woman in love."
"Shut up, Maxwell," I
threaten quietly. His words, a
variation of the same thing he says every time he sees the letter, unravel part
of the hope I'd been using to numb myself against this war. He doesn't understand that a few faded words
are all that keep me from giving up the whole farce. I close my eyes again.
I spent the entire day on the
computers, trying to untie the encrypted jumble of a message that friend of his
brought us this morning. The one thing
I can say for the White Fang is that they know their codes. I see the scrollwork of numbers and symbols
behind my eyes—it's no wonder my head hurts.
I finally saved it to disk just a half an hour before, and now all I
want is the oblivion of sleep where I can forget all about it.
The clicking of computer keys denies
me my oblivion.
I turn around, opening my eyes
slowly, ignoring the stab of the bright fluorescent lights. Duo is perched on the bunk next to mine,
pressing keys on my laptop like a man possessed. Curiosity goads me into sitting up to get a better view. I've always wanted to see the early stages
of his stealth operations.
Loud bleeps and buzzes send me over
the edge.
"Do you have to play your game
right now?" I demand, exasperated.
I reach for the laptop, but he twists away.
"Lemme just save it!" He pops a disk into the drive. "You don't have anything special on
this one, do you?" he asks as he presses the key to save. "I hope not—I just copied over whatever
it was!"
What disk? The hours of code work?
Forgetting about my headache, I launch myself over to his bunk, tearing
the computer from his hands. The icon
on the screen flashes done. It's too
late.
Dropping the machine onto the bed, I
turn to Duo. "You idiot!" I
bark, wishing I had a weapon. Instead,
I shove him onto the floor, not caring that my laptop clatters to the tile
beside him. "You just erased nine
hours of work! Nine hours!" I clench my fists, wondering if I should hit
him, or just start kicking.
"Easy, easy," Duo
protests, his hands up.
I grab his shirt collar, pulling him
to his feet. "Why the hell should
I go easy?" I whisper.
He chuckles, twisting his wrists so
a disk slips from his sleeve.
"Cause this is the one with your data?"
My stomach lurches. My head throbs. For a guy who's supposed to be a genius, he's a real
screw-up. I let go of his shirt,
pushing him away. He stumbles, falling
back onto his bed. I turn away and
switch off the light.
"Lighten up, will ya?" he
protests. "You're not the only one
who had a bad day, you know."
Like Duo Maxwell has bad days? I snort my disbelief. "Just go to sleep, Duo."
He grabs my shoulders and I'm suddenly
looking into his face. His indigo eyes
are dark and narrow, and his mouth twists into a sardonic grimace. "Don't write me off like that,
Yuy," he growls. "Hilde's
lying there in a fucking coma, and you think you're the only guy with a tough
time."
It feels like a punch to the
stomach.
//I'm
sorry 'bout the attitude
I need
to give when I'm with you
but no
one else will take this shit from me//
I stare past him, to the point over
his shoulder where his hair bunches into its plait. I can't believe I missed the tremor in his voice, the tense knit
of his brows. I'm too preoccupied with
my own problems; I've somehow managed to ignore the person I'd spent months
learning to read. I've seen a lot of
feelings coming of this guy, but this is the first time I've seen pain. It hurts me, somewhere deep in my gut, to be
reminded that he's just as lost out here as I am.
"I didn't know you cared so
much." My voice is too quiet, even
to myself.
Duo turns away, climbing into his
own bunk. "Yeah, well I do,"
he answers gruffly.
I feel tears prick the corners of my
eyes, and I wonder if it's because I'd forgotten Hilde, lying small and
helpless in the medical rooms, or because I can feel Duo's hurt radiating from
across the small room. I'd just added
to it, in my own way, and I don't like how that feels.
I search for a way to ease the
mood. "Nice to know you have a
soul, Maxwell."
He smiles weakly at me. "Wish I could say the same for
you." He rolls over, leaving me to
wonder what he means.
I don't even know what a soul feels
like.
I imagine it feels like Relena.
//and
I'm so
terrified
of no one else but me
I'm
here all the time
I
won't go away.
it's
me, yeah I can't get myself to go away
it's
me, yeah I can't get myself to go away
oh
God, I shouldn't feel this way!//
Six months ago I didn't give a damn
about the Earth or the people who lived there.
I came to the planet on a mission—my loyalty was to my colony and to my
mission. Then I got to know the plants
and animals of this planet; I met an incredible, luminous girl who somehow knew
how to glow, even when she cried. Now
her whole world is about to be destroyed, and I'm not sure I can do anything
about it; I'm not sure why I care.
Zechs. The pain throbs at my temples.
Hilde's disk carried his plans—his
insane plot to get revenge on his enemy, to destroy the world that Treize wants
to rule. The tactics that disk showed
me made me sick to my stomach. I feel sick
again, thinking about it—thinking about her home, everyone's home, being blown
to bits because Zechs Marquise feels apocalyptic.
I don't know if I can stop him.
//reach
down your hand in your pocket
pull
out some hope for me
it's
been a long day, always, ain't that right?//
I'm almost asleep when Duo's weight
stumbles onto me, his mouth covering mine violently. His hands claw at the blanket that separates us, his tongue
twisting between my teeth desperately.
I reach for his hair, not sure until I touch him whether I'm going to
push away or pull him closer. I forget
my headache.
I pull.
Matching his ferocity, I kiss back,
my hands wrapped in the tangle of his hair.
I feel tears on his face, tremors in his body that show me how upset he
is. I don't try to sooth him. I don't want to care—not on any deep
level. It's better just to fuck.
His hands are hot and shaking on my
stomach, fumbling with the drawstring on my shorts; his mouth bites painfully
at my shoulder. He curses, leaving a
trail of damp spit on my arm as he yanks at the knots in the string. I don't help him.
When he finally releases the
drawstring, finally presses his body against mine, I know he's naked and as
aroused as I am. His skin is warm and
smooth against my chest, my legs; his erection feels heavy, hard up against my
flesh. His mouth finds mine again in
the darkness, his teeth tearing into the skin of my lip.
"I need to—" Duo's voice is a primal growl, his eyes
narrowed and glinting.
"Heero."
I slide my hands down from his hair,
across his back and over his tight buttocks.
I move my fingers between us, letting them curl around his turgid
shaft. He jerks at my touch, rubbing my
sensitive organ and sending shockwaves through me.
//and
no, Lord, your hand won't stop it
just
keep you trembling
it's
been a long day, always, ain't that right?//
"Heero!" He breathes through gritted teeth.
"Then do it," I whisper,
letting my tongue trace the curve of his ear.
"Fuck me, if it will make you feel better."
Duo's wiry strength always takes me
off guard, and in a moment I find myself flipped, face-down on my bunk. My body shakes with the anticipation of
having him inside me, and my hand slips down to my own erection. The cold sensation of lotion, and the tight
tingle of his fingers, then he slides into me.
I don't think as we move together,
not even of her.
I finish first—quaking and
shuddering beneath him as I catch my pillow in my teeth to stifle my moan. In another moment Duo presses his sweaty
forehead against my back, clutching my hips hard against his. His spasms send shivers through me, making
me wish I wasn't too tired for another go.
//well,
I'm surprised that you believe
in
anything that comes from me
I
didn't hear from you or from someone else//
Neither of us move for a long
time. I wonder if he's fallen asleep.
I can't remember how many nights had
ended this way. It started easily
enough—I knew he was jerking off in the bunk beside mine, just like me. I heard his half-stifled gasps and moans,
and finally his sigh when he finished.
I knew that he heard me. It made
for a twisted kind of intimacy, and for a while, that's all that happened. Until that night we hit rock bottom and the
boys that don't cry suddenly did, and there was nothing we could do about it
except touch each other, learning to find pleasure where, just moments before,
there was nothing.
I twist slowly, feeling damp and
spent. He's not sleeping; his eyes are
fixed on the darkness above us. I push
his hair from his forehead—a tender gesture that startles me.
"If she dies, then it'll be
because of me." He shivers.
I yank a blanket over us both—outer
space was too cold to be naked for too long.
"She might live to see she
saved the Earth," I remind him.
"We wouldn't have a chance without that data."
Duo turns away from me, looking at
the wall. "She might die. We might lose."
I can't respond to that one—I can't
even lie and say that I'm sure we'll win.
I close my eyes and think of Relena.
My forgotten headache starts to
throb.
Even with the data, I could think of
just one way to win. I'll have to kill
her brother. I'll have to destroy the
Libra.
Duo shifts uncomfortably in the
small space. He turns over.
I open my eyes to see him watching
me.
"Ever wonder, " he asks
slowly. "Ever wonder if you'll end
up sacrificing her for the whole planet?"
Relena? My heart begins to pound.
It wasn't a choice I'd ever considered.
It wasn't a choice I was ready to make.
"Everyone dies," Duo
continues. "But I wonder how you'd
handle it if she dies because of you—because of your mission." He stretches out a finger to flick a lock of
hair from my eyes. "Would you
self-destruct?"
//and
you're so
set in
life, man, a pisser, they're waiting
too
damn bad you get so far so fast
so
what, so long//
I suddenly wish I'd taken a break to
check on Hilde, to see if she was expected to pull through. I wish it had crossed my mind. I press my hand to my pounding temple. "I'm sure your Hilde will be
fine--Sally Po is an excellent doctor."
He laughs, but it isn't a funny
sound. "I'm not talking about
Hilde," he murmurs. "I just
wondered if there'd be any point in looking you up after all this is
done."
I don't like the catch in his voice—the
tremor that betrays the light tone. I
sit up, peering down at him through the darkness. "What do you mean?"
"You plan to kill Zechs
right? To destroy his ship?"
I nod. Nothing short of that would work to save the Earth from his
schemes.
Duo sits up, leaning in close. I can smell sex and sweat on his skin, and
his mouth is swollen from our frantic kisses.
"I learned today," he begins, his eyes looking clear through
mine, "that Relena Peacecraft is on the Libra."
//reach
down your hand in your pocket
pull
out some hope for me
it's
been a long day, always, ain't that right?
and
no, Lord, your hand won't stop it
just
keep you trembling
it's
been a long day, always, ain't that right?//
I feel like every system in my body
shut down at Duo's words. One by one,
they re-set. My heart beats again, I
remember to breathe, my blood continues its flow. Finally, my brain starts working—jumping past simple realization
and straight into planning.
I get out of bed, grabbing at
clothes in the blackness.
"You're just gonna run off and
rescue her, then?" he asks. His
voice seems dim—background.
"You're gonna leave us with all the work?"
I yank my shirt over my head,
envisioning the blueprints of the Libra that had been encoded on Hilde's
disk. It wouldn't be easy. "I'm going to kill Zechs Marquise,"
I explain to Duo, wondering what percentage of the Libra's crew could be shuttled
to safety.
I tug my shoes onto my feet,
breaking a shoelace in my rush. Even
Zechs wouldn't sink so low as to hold her hostage. She must have come of her own free will. I curse under my breath. Stubborn brat.
Duo grabs my wrist as I head toward
the door. He's still naked—a sheet
wrapped around his waist and bright gleam in his eyes. He pushes a soft paper into my palm—Relena's
note. "Come back in one piece,
will ya?" He smiles at me, and for
a moment, my chest aches. "Don't
let love kill you, okay?"
Love? I'm not sure that's the right word to describe what's between
Relena and me, but until I figure out what is, there's no way I'm going to let
her die.
I press my hand against Duo's
shoulder. "Pay attention to
Quatre's orders, will you? And—and when
she wakes up, tell your friend thanks."
I let myself linger for just a moment—just long enough to smile at this
guy who taught me about friendship, and I suddenly wish there was a way to do
this without dying.
Then, without a backward glance, I
hurry out the door. I have no idea what
I'm doing, or why I'm putting my life and the entire planet in jeopardy for one
girl, but I'm sure that Duo knows. I
suppose I'll have to ask him later, maybe in our next life.