Duo stared after Heero's retreating figure, his mouth widened in dismay. The dark-haired pilot stormed from their room, a fierce scowl on his face as he practically ran outside into the hallway. Duo wanted to chase after him, but this had become characteristic of his partner, and since the last time he'd tried to reconcile whatever he'd done Heero had punched him out cold he wasn't about to follow. Not this time. Heero could take care of himself.
The braided American sighed heavily, and slumped into the bed he had previously been sharing with the psychotic pilot. He frowned, and twisted underneath the covers, trying to ignore the fresh heat imprint from Heero's body, where they had been lying on the bed together. He buried his face into the pillow, trying to ward off the flood of tears he knew was coming, but didn't feel like restraining currently. He snuggled further into the bed, muffling himself in the unfortunately Heero-scented pillow, and the blankets that still smelled of the familiar pilot, of gunpowder, musk, and some sense of dried flowers.
Duo suddenly ripped himself from the bed, and threw the blankets and covering away from him across the room. The blankets landed heavily, sprawling across the neat, tidy bed on the other side of the room, where Heero invariably actually slept. Duo sniffled, trying not to think of the attempts he'd made to get Heero to stay longer, to at least sleep with him out of choice rather than necessity, if not anything further. The American fisted his hands, and kicked the mattress viciously.
The boy never stayed, always running off. Duo bit his lip, swiping angrily at the tears he knew were wetting his face. Heero would not remain, would never stay in the same bed with him, despite pleading, arguing, even blatant begging from his partner. The Japanese boy seemed content to kiss Duo, to fondle him, but whenever Duo tried to return the affection Heero pushed him away, usually violently.
"Damn you, Heero, what are you hiding? Why do you keep running away from me?" Duo whispered to the ceiling, desperation in his husky voice.
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