"I don't want you to have to carry me either," Duo agreed as, with Heero's assistance, he limped across the cell. A surge of elation swept through him, and Duo couldn't suppress a face-cracking grin as he realized that he was a free man. His trust was vindicated, his faith redeemed, and -- best of all -- pretty soon, he could get something decent to eat for the first time in nearly a month.
As they passed into the corridor and his eye fell on the guard's body, a spasm of fury and remembered pain flashed across Duo's face, and he worked his mouth enough to spit on the dead man as he hobbled past. The cold blue eyes shifted from the guard to the pain evident in Duo's posture, and a tiny smile of satisfaction tugged at his mouth for a moment. He tightened his grip on Duo almost automatically, but a soft gasp from the wounded pilot led him to loosen his hold and pat Duo on the shoulder reassuringly. "Sorry," he muttered.
"That's all right," Duo replied, suppressing a wince, and it really was. Pain he was accustomed to, but Heero's embrace was worth anything. "I missed you."
Only silence was his answer as Heero suddenly halted and stiffened in a listening position, then in a flash flattened himself and Duo into a shadowy niche in the wall. Duo held his breath as a quartet of Oz soldiers rushed past, pressing his back into the corner. Heero peered out around the corner, and relaxed, but made no move to continue on. He turned his attention back to his braided lover. "The shuttle is stashed in a drydock on the north side of this complex. All the base personnel should be busy elsewhere for right now; can you make it?"
"Can't kill Shinigami, can you? I'll be fine," Duo assured him airily, his old self-confidence beginning to return. "Small thanks to you," he muttered sourly as he envisioned the nightmare prospect of running for safety or, God forbid, fighting.
"Serves you right for getting caught in the first place, baka," Heero snapped.
"What did you just call me?" Duo demanded, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his hurt at Heero's hostile tone.
Cold blue eyes fixed on him, pinning Duo against the wall. "Baka. Idiot. Fool. Moron." Almost of its own accord, one hand rose and stroked the bone-deep bruises on Duo's cheek with a feather-light touch. "Beloved..."
Duo's own eyes widened, and his hand came up to cover Heero's on his face. "Wh... what..." he stuttered.
Heero's eyes slid closed, and his fingers closed around Duo's hand as he bowed his head. "When I lost you," he breathed, "it was like all the heat went out of the world. Everything was so dry and sharp and far away, and I hurt so much inside and it just goes on and on and on. I miss you. I need you. I love you and you went away, Duo. How could you do that to me?"
Re: Break
Date: 2006-02-21 10:21 am (UTC)As they passed into the corridor and his eye fell on the guard's body, a spasm of fury and remembered pain flashed across Duo's face, and he worked his mouth enough to spit on the dead man as he hobbled past. The cold blue eyes shifted from the guard to the pain evident in Duo's posture, and a tiny smile of satisfaction tugged at his mouth for a moment. He tightened his grip on Duo almost automatically, but a soft gasp from the wounded pilot led him to loosen his hold and pat Duo on the shoulder reassuringly. "Sorry," he muttered.
"That's all right," Duo replied, suppressing a wince, and it really was. Pain he was accustomed to, but Heero's embrace was worth anything. "I missed you."
Only silence was his answer as Heero suddenly halted and stiffened in a listening position, then in a flash flattened himself and Duo into a shadowy niche in the wall. Duo held his breath as a quartet of Oz soldiers rushed past, pressing his back into the corner. Heero peered out around the corner, and relaxed, but made no move to continue on. He turned his attention back to his braided lover. "The shuttle is stashed in a drydock on the north side of this complex. All the base personnel should be busy elsewhere for right now; can you make it?"
"Can't kill Shinigami, can you? I'll be fine," Duo assured him airily, his old self-confidence beginning to return. "Small thanks to you," he muttered sourly as he envisioned the nightmare prospect of running for safety or, God forbid, fighting.
"Serves you right for getting caught in the first place, baka," Heero snapped.
"What did you just call me?" Duo demanded, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his hurt at Heero's hostile tone.
Cold blue eyes fixed on him, pinning Duo against the wall. "Baka. Idiot. Fool. Moron." Almost of its own accord, one hand rose and stroked the bone-deep bruises on Duo's cheek with a feather-light touch. "Beloved..."
Duo's own eyes widened, and his hand came up to cover Heero's on his face. "Wh... what..." he stuttered.
Heero's eyes slid closed, and his fingers closed around Duo's hand as he bowed his head. "When I lost you," he breathed, "it was like all the heat went out of the world. Everything was so dry and sharp and far away, and I hurt so much inside and it just goes on and on and on. I miss you. I need you. I love you and you went away, Duo. How could you do that to me?"