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" Fragile Faith "Written By: Helen
Warnings: AU, Angst, Sap, Shounen ai/Yaoi Pairings: 2+1, 1+2, 2x1 Spoilers: None Archives: Rating: PG-13 Author's Notes: THANK YOU TO AKUMA-SAMA FOR HELPING
ME COME UP WITH A TITLE!!! Now my UFic will be called “Fragile
Faith”. Summary: Duo is a child prodigy and one of his
professors in college gives him "an assignment": to go volunteer
at an orphanage. There he meets... Special Thanks: Deb… who goes above and beyond
her “duty” as a beta. I’m forever grateful to you! Dedication: Thanks to everyone in 1x2ML who responded to my e-mail and helping me decide which fic to write/post. This is for you guys! *huggles*
Fragile Faith Fragile Faith: Chapter 25 - A Love Lost “And what business do you want with Mr. Darlian? He is a very busy man.” “Please I just need to speak with him for a second! It’s extremely important!” Lady Une begged the woman on the other end of the line. She looked up to see Duo heading towards Heero’s old room and she realized that she had forgotten to tell him about the plushie that Heero had made. She was sure that it was still there… after all Heero didn’t take anything with him but the plushie of Duo. Lady Une closed her eyes and turned her attention back to the annoying woman. ~~~In Heero’s room~~~ Duo stepped into the dark, messy room and slowly closed the door. Tears sprang into his eyes when he saw what lay before him; clothing that he had bought for the Japanese teen strewn all over the floor and window seat and an open bag half filled with said clothing. Blinking slowly, he saw something in the shadows next to it… on the large pillow that they had spent so many nights sleeping on. In a dreamlike state he made his way toward the window seat. As he got closer, the object on the pillow became visible. A plushie. Duo slowly sat down in front of the window seat and carefully picked it up, almost afraid that it would shatter. A small smile made its way across the American’s lips as slender fingers caressed the familiar, yet unfamiliar face. “Heero…” He held it tightly to his chest, wanting to feel the Japanese boy close to him. He wanted to so much… so badly… Several minutes later found the detached American teen picking up the clothes on the floor. When he reached the cobalt blue shirt he realized that two buttons were missing. Nothing connected in his mind until he was removing the clothes from the window seat. As he did, he saw the blanket that they always used… except this time it looked… dirty? He lifted it to inspect further and his eyes widened in shock. Blood. A second after that, everything came crashing down. He looked from the blanket, to the blue shirt, to the plushie, and back again. ‘Oh no…’ This time he couldn’t stop his sorrow from escaping. ‘Heero… You didn’t have to…’ Droplets dripped from the braided boy’s cheeks and landed on the thin blanket, soaking into the material and the dried red splotches. He remembered how every time he pricked himself with the sewing needle it hurt. Occasionally a tiny dewdrop of red would form, but never… *never* had it been as much as he saw on the blanket. Seeing the “How To Make” book under the blanket made him feel worse. “He did this all for me…” Duo whispered. He closed his eyes as a wave of horrible images came to mind, images of Heero’s tortured hands. He'd never even taken any notice of them when he'd hugged the messy haired boy. “I’m sorry Heero… I’m so sorry,” he sobbed out. Duo collapsed onto the bed, desperately clutching the plushie; for it was the only thing he had left of Heero. ~~~The next day~~~ Duo sat cross-legged in his dorm, a plushie on his lap, tearless eyes staring emptily past his friends who all held deep sympathy for him after they'd heard the story. “Oh Duo, I’m so sorry,” Hilde said. She reached into her purse to pull out another tissue as tears rolled from her eyes continuously. Duo smiled slightly at her, trying to reassure her, but it faded quickly for he couldn’t even reassure himself. Leaning against the wall next to the sobbing girl Wufei tightened his fists. “It is injustice!” he said angrily. “Vice Foreign Minister’s daughter or not that sorry excuse for a girl should *not* have been able to manipulate the law to her liking. Whatever method she used to try and close down the orphanage probably wasn’t legitimate.” “Too late now…” Duo whispered dejectedly. Quatre, who was sitting next to him on the bed, gently laid his hand on the braided boy’s arm, offering any comfort that he could. His heart ached so much for his friend and he wished that there was something that he could do. He felt Trowa come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder, telling him that there wasn’t much he… *they* could do. They all were deeply hurt inside. They had spent a good part of the previous week in between all the senior activities looking for an apartment for Duo. The braided boy had been so excited for it wasn’t going to be long until he would have Heero by his side at all times. The others helped out whenever possible because they had never seen Duo look so happy during the whole time they'd known him. It was obvious that he was more than “in love” with the Japanese boy; it ran deeper than that. They all couldn’t wait to meet this Heero that had changed Duo’s life. They never knew that something like this could shatter the delicate future. tbc… |
