Chapter two
Unravel
Heero swept the brick red ball out from under Quatre�s nose, dribbling it at lighting speed towards Trowa and Quatre�s basket. With a loud swoosh Heero jumped and gave Wufei a high five. �Game point!� he declared. He jumped again, �Too bad Duo couldn�t be here to see that I beat the unbeatable Trowa. But with Quatre on your side and this being, what? His second game maybe, of course you lost!�
Quatre fumed, his platinum blonde hair waving over his icy green eyes. �I don�t do sports!� he cried, looking at his partner to apologize for losing the game.
�Just Trowa,� Wufei whispered loud enough for the three boys to hear. Heero chuckled as Quatre blushed at least twelve shades of red and pink. At last, his face flushed of all color as he looked back up to their apartment. Trowa looked at Wufei with a scowl but Wufei dismissed it when Trowa looked back t Quatre.
�Don�t you think Duo would have come down by now? After all, Heero is back so I half expected him to be out here in no time at all.� Quatre asked skeptically to his three friends. Heero looked at Wufei and then to Trowa. �Maybe.� Heero stated. The four looked up at the window to their apartment for a moment in silence.
�I guess we should go up and check. I�m kind of worried. I feel something is very wrong,� Quatre started as they all headed for the complex, away from the basketball court in silence because all of Quatre�s nagging feelings had a way for coming to be true.
Heero opened the front door only to hear silence. �Duo?� he questioned as Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre filed in behind him. There was no response. �Maybe he went to sleep?� Wufei inquired but the statement was highly doubtful. Duo wasn�t one for naps. Especially because Heero was back!
Heero walked over to the bathroom door, putting his ear to the white slab. He heard water dropping slowly from the bathtub faucet. He opened the door to their bedroom. No Duo. He put his ear to the other door again and tried to open it. The door was locked. �Duo?� Heero asked. No answer. �Duo?� he asked a little louder. Still no answer.
Quatre pushed his head forward to look in to the kitchen just in case. No Duo. �Maybe he�s sulking because you didn�t stay Heero,� Wufei snickered a little.
Heero just shook his head. �He would have answered me anyway if that was the case... I- I think he may be hurt.�
Trowa opened his bedroom door and opened the window that led to a ledge that in turn led to the bathroom door. Not that he�d admit it, but while Quatre was in the show, he�d climb out and get a free show from his blonde mate. He smiled at the thought but it was dismissed as Heero knew exactly he was getting at.
Heero climbed out and inched toward the window, seeing that it wasn�t that far down but indeed far enough to kick him off balance if he wasn�t careful. He had a sinking feeling the closer he got to the glass. Sure enough, Heero gasped as he saw Duo naked and sprawled out across the bathroom floor, blood pooling around the 19 year olds braid and head. There was more on his hands and arms as if he felt it but wouldn�t do anything about it.
Heero popped his fingers and mashed them under the lip of the window. With all his might he lifted the locked glass by breaking the lock inside and the threads along the sides of it. �Damn it, Duo,� he half joked, �now we have to replace the window...� He jumped in and instantly felt for a pulse. It was faint but it was there.
�Heero?�
Heero�s head shot up as he realized the other guys worried voices. He got up and unlocked the door, picking Duo up and discreetly placed a towel over �certain� areas (Yeah, conveniently) as he pulled him from the blood bath.
Quatre gasped as he held Trowa close, while Wufei opened their bedroom door. �Give me a second to clean his cuts, I�ll be out in a minute.� He looked a Quatre, �Don�t worry, he is still alive. You look like he just kicked the can!� �That�s not funny,� he heard from the other side of their now closed door. He put Duo on his respected bed and pulled the towel from him (Don�t get any ideas guys...) and put it behind the brown haired beauties head in an effort to keep the sheets and such as blood free as possible.
Heero softly dabbed Duo�s head with the end of the towel, seeing his friend�s face flushed. �Come on baby, open your eyes...� Heero cooed softly to Duo. In a matter of seconds as if Duo was a robot that obeyed Heero�s voice only his eyes opened.
�Heero?� Duo�s voice was hoarse yet soft and disconnected from reality.
�Yeah it�s me,� Heero stated, his eyes brimming with tears at the thought that Duo would indeed be ok. He felt his face being explored by Duo�s stained hands.
A look of distaste came across the handsome boy�s face, �What happened?� His hands giving off warning signs to Duo that something must have happened.
�You must have fell or tripped when you got out of the bad.� Heero said as he grabbed some gauze and medical tape (Oh so convenient aren�t we?) to bandage the cut on Duo�s head.
Duo tried to sit up, his eyes suddenly excited, �You�re back!� He put his arms around Heero the est he could in a sad attempt at a hug, �I thought you left me for good.�
�So I heard,� Heero smiled softly, �I�d never leave you. You�re my best friend...�
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