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Duo was sitting in his room, bouncing on the bed. When he was to worn out to even sit up, he lay on his bed, hands behind his head, thinking about Heero and the past week. Geez, he thought, Heero’s been kinda cold this whole week to me. I mean, not that he isn’t always sorta cold, but he at least says ‘hi’ to me when I greet him in the morning. He doesn’t even do that anymore! I wonder what’s wrong…
Heero sat in his room, on his laptop (as he always is). Although he was hacking some stuff for practice, he wasn’t really concentrating well, as his mind was only on Duo and the past week. In fact, he knew he was being colder to Duo than usual. It’s just, when his love had been confessed to Duo not too long ago, he found himself being kinder and softer. I am The Perfect Soldier, He contemplated, and God knows I don’t have time for all this sappy sweetness, like Quatre and Trowa, for example. They show their feeling too much. Humph! What a waste of time when they could be training for a coming mission! But then, Duo can be so cute…Stop it! He is just someone else, some other guy like you, and you will continue treating him like you have the past week.
Duo lie on his bed for a few more minutes, then decided to go bother Heero. He bounced off his bed, and ran into Heero room, not even knocking.
“Hey Heero! Whatcha doin’?” Duo asked excitedly. Heero didn’t even turn around. He didn’t say hi, and in fact, he sat there like he was still the only one in the room.
“Heero? Heero! Answer meee!” Duo said, his voice losing a little of the spring it had had before. Heero still ignored him, clicking away at the computer.
This didn’t seem to bother Duo too much. He sprang right off Heero’s bed and tapped Heero on the shoulder repeatedly. “Heero? Why are you ignoring me? You have been this past week! What did I do, huh?” he said, continuing to tap Heero.
Heero was getting irritated with Duo, and finally he turned around. Duo stopped tapping him, looking triumphant. But Heero was really irritated with Duo, for barging into his room without knocking again, tapping him, and looking the way he did now.
Heero stood up, knocked Duo’s hand off his shoulder, and said in a very severe voice, “Duo, I want you to leave my room, and stay out. I don’t want your company, and never have. In other words, get out.”
Duo stood thunderstruck, staring at Heero unbelievingly for a moment, then, as his mouth began to tremble, he shut it in a straight line, and his eyes watered up. He was trying not to cry, Heero could tell.
“F—fine. I’ll leave you alone, and never bother you again.” Duo said stiffly. When a tear slid down his cheek, he ran out of the room.
Now it was Heero’s turn to be surprised. He had made Duo cry. He thought Duo never cried. He felt a pang of guilt, but then stopped himself. All the better, now I won’t need to bother with him anymore. He thought. But still, he felt a little guilty…
Quatre and Trowa were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. During the movie, they heard footsteps, like running, and a door slam. Quatre paused the movie, and they distinctly heard sobbing coming from Duo’s room.
“Excuse me, Trowa.” Said Quatre. Trowa nodded.
Heero’s sharp ears, though about two rooms away from Duo, could hear him sobbing too, even though he could tell he was trying to muffle it. He felt horrible, but for some reason, he wouldn’t let himself stand up to go comfort Duo.
Quatre stood up and knocked gently on Duo’s room.
(Loud sniffles) “W—who is it?”
“It’s me, Quatre. Duo, can I come in?”
“I’m not in the mood f—for company.”
“I can tell.”
“Y—you could hear me? Oh, no…”
“Can I please come in?”
“F—fine.”
Quatre quietly opened the door, and found a tearstained Duo sitting on his bed. “Duo, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Duo didn’t answer; he just cried some more.
“Poor Duo.” Quatre said. He moved over next to Duo, and gave him a hug. He put his arm around Duo and asked him again, “Now will you tell me what’s wrong?”
“O—ok.” Duo sniffled, after he had calmed down a bit. “Well, I went into Heero’s room, and I guess I got him kinda annoyed, and he—he…” Duo, remembering what Heero said, began to cry all over again. Quatre was somewhat surprised. Duo wasn’t one to cry much, so whatever Heero did must have really hurt his feelings.
“Well,” said Duo, finally calming down again, “I was sorta annoying him, and so he sorta told me that he had never liked my company, and to never c—come in his room again!” Tears slipped down Duo face some more, but he angrily wiped them away. “It’s not fair! Heero doesn’t love anyone but himself! He is the coldest and most heartless person I know! He won’t give anyone a chance to love him! Not anyone, and n—now he hates me!” Duo tried to hold his tears in, but after his angry outburst, which reminded him of Heero, he dissolved into tears and sobbed into his pillow.
Quatre patted Duo on the back comfortingly, and said, “Duo, you know he can be a little cold at times, but you know he loves you! He told you himself. Don’t get down Duo! You’re the funniest person I know, my best friend, and without your happiness, we’ll all be miserable!”
Duo’s sobs quieted quite a bit after this, and he looked at Quatre. “Truly?” he asked Quatre.
Quatre smiled. “Truly.”