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"Epiphany"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: R Warnings: Random timeline/universe, Light angst,
sap, fluff, indication of lemon Pairings: 1x2, mention of aspiring
3x4 Summary: Sometimes you don't realize what you want is in front of you. "Epiphany" “What was with you today?” Duo asked as he pushed the door of his and Hiiro’s apartment open and tossed his gym bag on a chair. Trowa shrugged plopping down on the couch to wipe his still damp face with the towel draped over his shoulder. “Is Catherine giving you a hard time again?” the longhaired boy fished grabbing them a drink from the fridge. “No,” Trowa sighed dejectedly catching the can that was tossed his way. “I’m just… out of sorts I guess,” he shrugged but Duo hadn’t missed the glance he flashed at the picture of a certain blond on the bookshelf. “Still beating that horse,” Duo grinned knowingly, kicking back to prop his feet on the coffee table. Trowa flushed but refrained from comment in favor of upending his drink. “I still don’t know why you don’t just tell him.” “It’s not something you just casually confess,” Trowa sighed. “Is he coming to the benefit this weekend?” A nod from the taller boy made Duo smile as he began to understand his friend’s distraction. “Well,” he breathed relaxing back into the throw pillows Hiiro had bought for their couch, “there are other ways to let on you like him,” he reasoned tucking another of the handy cushions behind his hips. He’d never thought of it consciously but they sure came in handy when his back was sore from too much time on the court. “Like what?” Trowa asked sipping his drink thoughtfully. “I don’t know,” Duo shrugged making a note to thank Hiiro for picking up more of his favorite soda as he drained his can. “You know what he likes. Maybe you could make a special effort to see that he gets it.” “What?” Trowa inquired. “You mean like take him a bottle of his favorite wine?” “Yeah,” the longhaired boy grinned turning his attention to the door when it opened and spilled his roommate into the room. “Hi, Trowa,” Hiiro greeted as Duo met him and took one of the bags in his arms. “Why the long face?” he asked pausing when he saw the mournful expression in their friend’s eyes. “He’s pining over Quatre again,” Duo grinned loving the soft mantle the words brought to Trowa’s cheeks. “We were just talking about what he could do to gently clue him in.” “It’s all in how you treat him isn’t it?” Hiiro asked pushing forward to hold the kitchen door open for Duo. “Yeah,” Duo agreed. “You could be real nice to him,” he suggested smiling as Hiiro toed open the fridge so he could put the milk away. Trowa had wandered into the kitchen after them so they could continue their conversation and reasoned, “I’m always nice to him.” “Yeah,” Duo nodded grinning happily at a carton of his favorite juice before putting it away. “But it’s the little, special things that matter.” “I don’t know,” Trowa sighed finishing off his drink. “I can’t think of anything along those lines I don’t already do for him.” “You could give him a gift,” Hiiro suggested. “Hey,” Duo grinned. “That’s an idea.” “What sort of gift?’ the taller boy pondered. “Something special,” Duo replied thoughtfully absently fingering the silver wing that adorned his left ear lobe. “Something that’s significant of yourself.” “Spending time with him might help,” Hiiro suggested, quickly putting the rest of the groceries away. Duo eyed him curiously because of the oddly untimely rush but was too intent on his present thought to pay it much attention. “That’s true,” he nodded, making way for Hiiro to put the bags in the bin under the sink. “Sometimes all it takes is to spend time with someone to be able to see past…” his words stalled when his roommate glanced up as he shut the cabinet door and smiled shyly before exiting, stage right, as Duo softly finished, “…their defenses.” “You really think so?” Trowa asked pausing when Duo failed to reply, his brow furrowing curiously at the pale quality of the longhaired boy’s suddenly ashen face. “Hey… you ok?” “What?” Duo breathed trying to put a cap on the tumultuous maelstrom that was tearing at his mind. “Oh, yeah,” he chuckled nodding nervously. “Spend some time with him,” he advised doing his best to keep his rolling stomach under control as visions of his recent life danced before his minds eye and in every frame was the smiling face of Hiiro Yui. “Treat him right,” he said feeling his chest flutter as memories of Hiiro’s diligent efforts of compassion and courtesy forced him to turn and face the sink to keep from showing his friend the growing unease inside him. “I wouldn’t mind giving him a gift,” Trowa thought out loud. “But what would be acceptable?” “Jewelry,” Duo replied without thought as he recalled the day Hiiro had given him the earring he wore. “You mean like a friendship ring or something?” “No.” He was unaware that his fingers were trembling until he raised them to touch the silver wing in his lobe. “It should be personal,” he advised feeling a great warmth rise up inside him as he fingered the bit of metal. “Casey’s down on Second does custom stuff. That’s where Hiiro…” “Duo?” Trowa inquired becoming concerned when his friend’s voice cracked. “I’m sorry, Trowa,” Duo suddenly breathed, “But would you excuse me?” he said breezing by. He heard Trowa call after him but didn’t stop until he was safely behind the door of the nearest bathroom but the image in the mirror brought him no comfort. He was white as a sheet and shaking visibly and he knew exactly why his stomach was churning, but there was a place in the back of his mind that kept screaming it couldn’t be. They’d been living together for months and Hiiro had never once made an advance, but… He took a deep breath and bent to wash the heat off his face but the moment he closed his eyes his mind was assaulted with endless images of Hiiro, his diligent attention, the way he was always there making sure Duo had everything he needed, how good it felt to kick back and watch a game together on the weekends; but what lit his mind on fire, the one constant that hit like multiple bolt of lightening was that gentle smile. The one he’d shown him in the kitchen, the one that he suddenly realized he would give anything in the world to preserve. “Duo?” “Damn it,” he breathed rushing to dry his face. “I’ll be right out! Tell Trowa I’ll take him down to Casey’s.” He had to get away from there for a minute but… “He already left.” “Shit,” Duo groaned unable to open the door. He thought for a time Hiiro had left him to his solace until the Japanese boy’s voice softly intoned, “I’m sorry.” “What?” he replied hoping to gain his out through playing dumb but the jig was up. “I never meant to deceive you,” Hiiro told him putting an end to his attempts to hide. His voice was so forlorn Duo couldn’t help but open the door and face the problem as they always had…together. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked kindly following his dejected roommate into their living room. “I tried,” Hiiro sighed plopping into the couch on one end as Duo sat tentatively on the other. “But it’s very hard to tell your best friend you’re…” “What?” Duo prompted failing to hide the humming excitement inside him. Hiiro cocked a brow clearly not understanding but continued, “That you’re in love with them.” “In love,” Duo nodded unable to stop his toe from tapping on the floor. “You mean like you’d like to hold me down and…” “Yes,” Hiiro cut him off knowing full well he didn’t want to hear the rest of that comment. “I guess I get the blockhead of the year award,” the longhaired boy chuckled. “I can’t believe it took me so long to catch on.” “I’m happy with how it is now,” Hiiro told him hastily. “You don’t have to do anything. We can just keep going just like before,” he said looking imploringly into Duo’s amused eyes as he anxiously asked, “right?” “I don’t think so,” Duo replied, laughing lightly when Hiiro’s face fell, but the painful rejection was smoothed over when Duo all but climbed into his lap. “I think it’s time to start over,” he told him loving the light that was slowly beginning to burn in Hiiro’s blue eyes. “Duo?” Hiiro breathed cautiously letting his hands move to encircle his hips as he slipped fully into his lap. “You said you love me,” Duo whispered on a heated thread that threatened to light Hiiro’s spine of fire. “Yes,” the Japanese boy gulped, losing himself in the rising flames as Duo placed his lips gently upon his and breathed in a desperately heady plea… “Show me.” owari :) on to Epiphany epilogue
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