Stand By Me

Different. He’d always been that. Always have, always will be. Everyone labeled him, criticized him, and knew him as different; inhuman; if only they knew HOW close to the truth they were.

“You’re anti-social, you have NO fashion sense WHATSOEVER, and you don’t even comb your hair!” Duo Maxwell glared at Heero Yuy.

“Hn.” Was the only reply Duo got.

“AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! I can’t take this. Heero, if you aren’t going to take SOME initiative to this next undercover mission, you’ll blow our cover…” Duo complained.

“Fine. Then don’t go.” Heero said flatly, ignoring Duo and continued typing on his laptop.

“How did I get stuck with you for a partner? Partners are supposed to compromise, help each other, and all you do is try to blow yourself up.” Duo grumbled. “Heck, even that wacky girl that follows you has more common sense than you do.”

“…”

“Heero? Heero?” Duo waved his hand in front of Heero’s face only to get punched, hard in the gut. Duo was then out cold on the floor, the only sounds he made was those of one dreaming in La~ La~ Land™. Heero glanced down for a second at the unconscious boy, and then went back to typing.

When Duo finally woke up, Heero had gone. Glancing at the clock, he swore. “The mission… I’m late.” The boy winced as an explosion rocked the area. Minutes later, Heero stumbled into the room.

“Mission… complete.”

“Goody for you.” Duo put his hands on his hips. “I’ve come to a decision Heero. I’m leaving.” Duo started to gather up his things. Heero didn’t say anything and went to take a shower. ‘Damn him.’ Duo grunted as he tossed all his clothes carelessly in his suitcase. ‘To think… I was… attracted to him… damn, I was a fool. Damn you Heero; damn you to Hell.’ Duo finished packing, and stalked out of the safe house.

Heero stepped out of the shower. The steam fogged the mirror, and made the air thick. Wiping the condensation off the glass, he peered at his reflection, only there was no reflection to peer at. He touched the mirror, and then punched it, shattering it. Blood dripped from his hand. ‘Blood… is that all I’m ever covered in?’ He heard Duo leave, the door slamming loudly. ‘1, 2, 3, …’

“IT’S SNOWING! OF ALL THE ROTTEN LUCK!” Duo stalked back into the safe house. It had been snowing while he was out. “And just when I thought I would get out of here,  and hang with some normal people.”

Heero was just as upset as Duo was. ‘Snowing… forecast said it’d be a blizzard. Chances of being snowed in 95%.’ Poking his head out of the bathroom door, he glanced at Duo, angrily stomping his foot on the floor. ‘What do I do now?’

“I’m stuck with you until the blizzard’s over.” Duo moaned. “Just my luck.” He glanced through the cupboard. “At least there’s SOME decent food in here.” He began pulling out some canned food for dinner.

‘Food… what do I do? Duo? Unacceptable. I can’t do that to him… I might kill him, a waste of a resource, a Gundam pilot, no less.’ Heero’s eyes wandered during the meal.

Duo was a decent cook, even if he did tend to eat unhealthy foods every now and then… quite frequently was more like it. Heero tried not to look at Duo, but his eyes wandered to the Deathscythe pilot’s neck, no longer hidden by that ridiculous looking priest-like collar. He was hungry now, and needed to feed; but the blizzard had gotten much worse, and it appeared as if it would last at least a week. Oh, they had plenty of food… for Duo.

‘Just fatten him… then drain him for all he’s worth. You know you want to Heero. Do it.’ That small, feral voice inside him taunted. ‘No. Not Duo. No one I knew… would have lasted this long with me. No one.’ Heero swallowed hard. There was something about Duo Maxwell that he just couldn’t place his finger on.

Late that night, when Duo was sound asleep in a separate room; Heero crept out of bed. The floor was cold, but then again, so was he, literally. His feet seemed to gracefully float across the floor as he entered Duo’s room. The braided boy had pajamas on, and was wrapped tightly in several blankets. Heero scowled at the pajama collar, reaching into the sheets and unbuttoning part of the top, so Duo’s neck was exposed. Duo seemed to shiver at his touch. ‘Well, my hands are like ice.’ Heero thought darkly as he slowly moved his mouth to Duo’s neck, and sank his fangs in.

Duo woke up in cold sweat. ‘What a nightmare… Heero was… nah, that’s crazy… even for him.’ But reflecting on the dream made Duo feel a rush of heat through his body. A good kind of heat. Unfortunately, he also was very tired, and fell asleep again, unaware of the cold, Prussian eyes that watched him from the shadows.