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"Right Here Waiting"Written By: Honor Disclaimer: Honor: Mine, mine, mine! Shigeki:
No they aren’t. Honor: Shut up, muse. Rating: PG-13 Warnings: TWT, violence, language, shonen-ai,
and my warped sense of humor. Oh, and switching POV’s. Sometimes. Pairings: 3x2…your guess is as good as mine on the rest of ‘em. Author’s Notes: I stumbled across this in
my folder and read it, thinking: “Wow. This was really good.
Where’s the rest of it?” Then I remembered that I was the
one that wrote it. Oops. I figured that if I was so intrigued by the
idea, someone else out there was bound to like it as well. So I’m
going to put in the necessary effort to finish it. Summary: Duo and Heero are together but it isn't working out. When Heero breaks up with the American, Duo has a hard time coming to terms with it.
//phone or com//
" Right Here Waiting "
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
I never cuddled with Heero. He had certain…reflexes…that made it a Bad Idea. I always felt the lack, though, despite my assurances to myself that eventually we’d get past it. It was different with Trowa. Mine and Trowa’s background had taught us that alone equaled dead. In our sleep we had reached out for each other, tangled up so that my cheek was resting against his shoulder, both of his arms around my waist and my thigh between his. It felt good, being held like that. Right, in a sense that I couldn’t fully explain to myself except that it was fulfilling a need in me I hadn’t realized was there. I didn’t want to move, or breathe, or do anything to disturb the moment. And I wanted a guarantee that there would be more mornings like this. I loved all of the pilots, even the grouchy dragon. It was what made it so easy to cuddle up with Quatre when I was feeling low, or tease Wufei to the point where he’d chase me with a katana, and even date Heero Yuy. But I was fast coming to the realization that what I felt when Trowa touched me wasn’t the love I felt for all of them. It had hurt when Heero had retreated back into being friends. But I knew that if Trowa did something similar, I wouldn’t be able to put my heart back together. And the realization scared me shitless. I burrowed my face into the crook of Trowa’s neck, trying to subdue a shiver. Dammit, I didn’t like it when my heart did something sneaky and underhanded. It had snuck in through the back window and hit me with a five ton sledgehammer. “Duo?” I froze uncertainly. Would he believe me, if I told him I wanted him too? Would he be willing to answer the questions raging around in my head? I had to do something, though. The silence between us was getting damn awkward. “How…long?” I asked hesitantly, looking up at him. A half-smile curved Trowa’s mouth. “The first time we shared a safe house together. I came in from a mission, ready to fall asleep where I stood I was so tired. You bounded down the stairs and glomped me, face shining and smiling so brightly it almost blinded me. You…were the first to ever hug me. At that moment I felt like I had come home.” I remembered the moment, a little. I had liked Trowa the moment I saw him, and recognized the same hunger for touch in him that I had myself. He’d been starved for affection, so I had given it. I didn’t realize that it had made him fall in love with me. I think it showed on my face, because his smile became sad. “Duo, you don’t have to love me back.” “I want to,” my mouth told him without consulting with my brain first. His breathing hitched, green eyes widening. “…what?” “I want to,” I repeated softly. “It hurt, loving without being loved--*really* loved—in return. I don’t want to repeat that. I don’t want you to live through that.” “Duo, you can’t make your heart love in a certain direction.” This was said with a certain dry irony, as if Trowa had engaged in many arguments with himself and had eventually conceded that he had no choice in who his heart chose. “I know. It’s not that I’m trying to, it’s just that…” Why do people assume that I’m good with words? I’m good at babbling at high speeds, I’m not a poet. This was coming out all wrong, but I couldn’t for the life of me find the right way to phrase it so that Trowa could understand what I was trying to tell him. “Tro, look, I think—” *beep* Both of our heads snapped around to the comm unit lying on the coffee table. It was Trowa’s that was flashing and he reached over me to pick it up. “Damn. It’s the proximity alarm. Someone is getting close to Heavyarms.” “How close?” “Too close. I need to move him.” I quickly untangled myself from his embrace—I almost felt like bawling like a baby at the lost contact—hugging myself hard to try to make up for the lost warmth. “Go. I’ll stay put here, okay?” Trowa visibly hesitated, looking up at me with such intense scrutiny that I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was reading my mind. “Duo—” I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my reactions with the usual jester face. “Idiot, move! You don’t have time to dawdle around, ogling me.” He stood from the couch, still looking at me. “This conversation isn’t over.” I blinked. “I expect to pick up where we left off in—” he checked his watch, making rapid calculations “—three hours.” He was silently telling me that I was more important than his gundam. Hell, I could go with that. “Okay.” I watched as he threw some clothes on, loaded the Glock and put it in the waistband of his pants—just where *did* he put that thing in those skin-tight pants of his, anyways?—and went out the door. “Three hours, Duo.” He reminded me softly. “Three hours,” I agreed just as softly. + [Twelve hours later] Dammit, he was late. Too freaking late. And I couldn’t figure out where he was. I was listening intently to the OZ radio bands, but there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary on them. They hadn’t found Heavyarms, or Trowa. It was the only reason I could think of to delay Tro so badly in something as ‘simple’ as moving his gundam. SO WHERE IN THE HELL WAS HE?! When the three hour mark had come and gone, I had consoled myself with the idea that he would walk in at any moment. Now I was half-wishing that someone on the OZ side of the force would say that he had been captured, just so I knew where he was and help get him out of whatever mess he had landed himself into. As the minutes drug by, my nerves were slowly wearing into silly string. If he didn’t come back in the next two minutes, I was going to go find him. I couldn’t take much more of this. Of course, knowing my luck, we’d simply wind up missing each other. I wanted him back. I wanted to tell him that I loved him. I wanted to touch him, reassure him that I wanted him to touch me whenever he felt the urge. I wanted to know he was alright, and reassure both of us that he was in one piece. Screw this, I wasn’t waiting any longer— *snick* + I was covered in grease, oil, and dirt from fixing the truck. But at the moment the higher priority than a shower was seeing Duo. It had been twelve hours instead of the three I promised him, and I wasn’t sure how he would have taken the wait. “TROWA!” My name was the only warning I got before I was given a patented Duo-tackle. I staggered a little under the impact, catching him around the waist in pure reflex. “You IDIOT! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” “Duo—” I breathed in realization “—you’re shaking.” “Damn straight, I’m shaking! Do you have any idea what it’s like to sit here for TWELVE FUCKING HOURS without one word as to where you were?! I had no idea if you were hurt or captured or—” He cut off the rest of the sentence with an audible snap and burrowed his head under my chin, arms around my neck tightening to the point where it was almost impossible for me to breathe. I…had no idea he’d feel this strongly about it. Tentatively I nuzzled against the crown of his head. “I’m sorry. The clutch slipped in the truck. It took a while to get in and fix it. And I couldn’t risk calling you to warn you I’d be late.” Duo’s arms tightened. “I know. Sorry. I was just scared that you wouldn’t come back.” I knew only sketchy pieces of Duo’s history. But I knew enough to realize that abandonment was a very large issue with him. “Duo—” “Don’t leave, Tro,” Duo begged hoarsely against my neck. “Please don’t leave. I couldn’t take it.” “I won’t. Ever. I love you.” I winced as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I needed to stop saying and doing things before I thought of all the consequences…waitaminute… Duo had completely relaxed against me, and if I hadn’t known better I could swear that he was purring in contentment. Which part had brought forth that reaction? My promising to stay with him, or saying that I loved him? Or was it both? “I…I love you too.” I almost dropped him in my surprise. It felt like someone had stuck a finger inside my head and turned my brain off. It didn’t seem real. “Duo?” He pulled his face away to look squarely into my eyes. “You don’t believe me, do you?” “Say it again,” I whispered. “I love you.” My god, I wasn’t hallucinating. He actually said it. And he meant it. I could see it in his eyes, those almost too expressive violet eyes. In slow motion I lowered my head to his, kissing him softly. He kissed me back. He *kissed* me *back*! A laugh bubbled out of my chest, and I spun us both in a circle, laughing like a loon. Duo was laughing with me, his forehead pressed against mine. *beep* Duo glared at the vidphone. “I am not answering that.” “It might be important.” I wasn’t really in the mood to answer it either, though. *beep* With a growl, Duo slid out of my arms and stalked over to the machine to slap the accept key. “What?!” Heero’s face flickered on to the screen. //Duo.// “Yuy, so help me, the next time I lay my hands on you, I’m painting Wing purple with pink stripes and putting him in a tu-tu.” Heero blinked at this mental image. Or maybe it was because of Duo’s angry scowl at him. //Why?// “Because your timing sucks, man.” I came up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist, squeezing lightly and giving Heero a challenging look. Surely with that kind of a hint, he could figure it out. To my surprise, he actually smirked. I didn’t think Heero knew *how* to smirk. //Hn. Better.// Duo and I both stared at the blank screen for a long moment. “Did he just give us his approval?” Duo shrugged. “I think so, yeah. More importantly, where were we?” Tangling my fingers around the nape of his neck, I teased his mouth with light kisses. “Here.” “Mmmmm…” ~*~*~*~*~ Duo: THAT’S IT?! ~ * ~ |
