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A quiet set of footsteps awoke Heero hours later, and she jerked upright, before being yanked down onto the bed by the leather restraints. Her head swum dizzily, and she scowled, forcing her eyes to function. "Who's there?" she rasped, laying down and stifling a pained groan from the incisions in her side.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as she stiffened, a soft palm sliding into her own hand. She turned suddenly, and gasped, her eyes alighting on the intruder. Duo smiled down gently, closing his fingers about Heero's.
"D-duo..." she stammered softly, her eyes flicking about the room for Wufei's guardian presence. The American bent, holding Heero's azure gaze, and softly pressed his lips to the palm of her hand. She shivered, and stared at the touching of Duo's kiss to her clammy flesh.
"Hey babe," Duo smiled, trying not to intimidate the delicate creature lying bound upon the cot before her. She shook slightly, shock evident upon the suddenly feminine features, still watching her skin where a faint trace of saliva from his nervous mouth. He nibbled on the inside of his cheek, and leaned forward, peering into her face as she etched it with lines of fear. Fear? He blinked in surprise at that revelation, not understanding why she would fear him. Or perhaps it was that she feared herself. He decided he should talk with Wufei, once the Chinese pilot awoke.
"What are you doing...?" Heero breathed slowly, in monotone as if pained. Duo shifted to sit on the bed, swiftly undoing the restraints on her arms. She immediately curled the stiff limbs about her chest, and gazed past the braided boy into the pre-dawn darkness of the room. "Just saying hi to my love, babe. How are you doing?" Duo asked quietly, reaching to take her hands.
Heero flinched away, and Duo withdrew, a hurt expression on his face. Heero closed her eyes, a faint pained scowl upon her features. Duo sighed, "Not so good, huh? You still wanna die?" Heero shook her head briefly, and Duo smiled bitterly, scooting forward to stroke her short hair. She trembled under his touch, and he whispered, concerned, "What's wrong, Heero? Why won't you let me touch you now?"
Heero frowned, flinching at the exasperated history inherent in his voice. She quelled her body's fearful reaction to his touch, and felt the cot shift as Duo settled down beside her, sliding an arm about her shoulders. Heero shivered, then calmed her body's movement.
"I still love you, Heero. I don't care if you're a girl or a boy...dai suki da," Duo murmured, pulling Heero into his arms. The Japanese girl stiffened, then buried her face into his neck, shaking as she slowly wrapped her thin arms about his ribs, sniffling softly. Duo froze as hot tears trickled against his skin, and held her tighter, her legs twisting in their retraints. He exhaled, blinking away tears, and kissed the top of her head as she began sobbing violently against him. He wound his fingers up into her thick, dark hair to cup her skull, slipping his other arm about her waist to hold her tight as she began to cry.
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