Heart by: chichi I don't own anything

"What the..." *CRASH*

The sound could be heard though out the whole house. The sound of shattering glass as it fell to the floor. The loud thud of a limp body falling to the ground. The crunch as the body smashed into the broken glass. The short gasp as the jagged pieces cut into the back of the unsuspecting victim.

"Duo what in the HELL are you trying to do KILL me!" Heero yelled furiously at his so-called spouse across the room.

Duo said nothing as he blinked in shock and confusion. 'What did I... How could I' Duo thought, but he couldn't help himself. He just had to throw something at him just one thing. He had, been waiting for the right moment...But when he got home and walked through the door and saw his love, Herro sitting at that damn computer doing his damn work, INSTEAD of greeting Duo. After all it had been 4 weeks sense they had last seen each other. And all he could do was sit and click as he always did. Not saying a single word when Duo greeted him smiling and stretching his arms out for a nice warm hug.

Duo just couldn't take it anymore. So he did something about it. He had turned around.. walked toward the bed...took the vase..and throw it ...threw it striate at his head.

Duo fell to the ground wrapping his arms around his body whimpering... " I'm sorry...sorry.." his voice was so fragile and small. It was like a little child's afraid and lonely. He pulled his knees tighter to his chest as hot yet cold empty tears ran down his face. 'How can this get any worse?'

Heero was reaching for a towel..has he had already reach the bathroom and was tending to his back. He didn't look back into the room when the soft whimpering had started.. 'No need to see him cry it hurt bad enough to hear it. What is happening to me it's obvious that he needs me why can't I understand that and comfort him?'

'Because Heero you're the perfect soldier that's why!'

'I know that but I treat him like he...like he's'

'What..like he's some kind of a wacko..? Heero the man just through a vase at you let alone miss..and instead of hitting you he hit the it ..he is a wacko.'

'He isn't a wacko ..he's Duo and he was just upset.I should of seen this coming I can't keep neglecting him.'

'Sure you can.'

Heero shook his head letting the conversation with him and the voice inside his mind, come to a close. Herro walked over to the door and looked out from the bathroom and looked upon his friend, he walked over to him and bent down to his eye level.

"Here" Heero said plainly and gave Duo the towel he had used to aid his back. Dark red spots spread across it. Duo looked up at the rag and took it in his hands.

"Blood?" He whispered

Heero nodded They both started into each others eyes for a moment and then Duo pulled Heero close, as Heero wrapped his arms around his waist and tried to kiss him, but before Heero could even start to turn more passionate. Duo pushed him away. "Not tonight ..Please...please just hold me." He said burring hid head in Heero's chest. Herro was a little shocked that he was turned down. Duo had never before asked him to stop or tell him he wasn't in the mood. That was Heero's job, Duo was always the one who wanted more...

"You....alright?" Heero asked getting a little closer to the braided haired boy. Duo just held him tighter and didn't say a word.

"Do you..want to sleep?"

He asked giving him a little kiss on the cheek. Only now noticing that Duo was still crying.

Duo managed to slip out a yes and nod his head. Heero stood and took him to the bed laying him down gently. Heero looked at his face as Duo eyes slowly fell and sleep came upon him. He looked so confused and upset. Heero sighed slowly and bent down to kiss him again. 'what is happening to us Duo? What's the matter?'