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Indigo Eyes

Chapter 12: Heero POV

Duo helped clean me up after that. He kissed my neck tenderly and gently washed away all traces of what was done. It was hard to put together what had just happened. Did it just happen? Was I dreaming it? No. It was real. But… why?

Why would he do this? Why would he hurt me like this? Granted, he hadn't been rough, but I had asked him to stop. He said he'd wait until I was ready. He lied to me.

After a few more moments of gathering my wits about me, I exited the shower and put on my fresh clothes. What was I going to do now? Should I tell someone? Maybe I should call Quatre and have him pick me up. I was wary of being under the same roof as Duo, but did I want to leave him?

"Heero?" Duo asked as I walked out of the bathroom leaving him to wrap a towel around himself.

I didn't turn around. I went straight for his bedroom and to the drawer that had been afforded me. I needed to get out of here. Calling Quatre was starting to look better and better.

"Heero? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Duo's voice sounded worried as he came closer to where I was stuffing my things into my ratty old bag. "Heero… What are you doing?"

I couldn't look up and I couldn't answer. In an instant, Duo was right next to me. He grabbed hold of my biceps and turned me to face him. He tilted my face up to him and I could no longer avert my gaze. When I looked up into those beautiful eyes, I was vaguely surprised to see a certain degree of shock registering on his handsome face.

"Please, Heero… talk to me. Did I hurt you? Please, tell me what to do to… tell me what I did so I can fix it!" He looked desperate. One hand traveled to my face and wiped away an errant tear I didn't know had escaped.

"You… lied," I managed to choke out.

His hand stilled on my face, "What?"

"You said you'd wait for me… you… you said you wouldn't force me…" I was shaking now. The shirt in my hands was fisted into a knot, and Duo looked like I had just punched him in the stomach.

"No… don't tell me that…" he seemed to be shaking too, then again, it could have just been me shaking too hard. "You told me not to stop…"

I looked up at him, this time furiously glaring at him, "I said 'Don't' then I told you to stop."

Duo's knees gave out from under him just then as he stared dumbly into space. "What have I done?" He whispered, more to himself than anyone. I shoved the shirt I held in my hands into my bag when I felt Duo's arms come around my waist, his forehead buried into my hip. "Please Heero… don't leave me…"

I couldn't help the twinge I felt in my chest at the broken sound of his voice. I couldn't help but melt a little at the image of guilt-ridden grief Duo made as he desperately tried to keep me from leaving.

Why couldn't I just ignore him?

I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the top of his head, he didn't mean to hurt me… perhaps I was overreacting?

"Please, Heero… forgive me. I'm so sorry. I… I didn't… I know I don't deserve to be given another chance… please; I never meant to hurt you." I could tell he was crying now and the wet spots on my hip were proof enough that he was shedding a few tears of his own.

I ran my fingers through his hair and couldn't help but smile a little. The bathroom incident hadn't been so bad… I actually enjoyed it, now that I know Duo wasn't trying to hurt me, I can admit it.

I reached down and tilted Duo's face up and away from my hip, "I'll stay."

The pure look of adoration and relief radiating from Duo's face was priceless. I knew then that I could never leave the man kneeling before me. I knew I loved him and nothing could change that.

I leaned down and kissed him softly. "I love you, Heero," he whispered before leaning in for another kiss.

That is how my life changed forever. That is how I met and grew to love the man named Duo Maxwell. Our first time together was anything but romantic, but I think I love him more for it, despite the initial hurt I felt. Perhaps I'm not the sanest person to stay with someone that took what he did from me, but love is not the most rational of subjects.

Have you ever had one of those days where you just know everything is going to change? Something cataclysmic happens and you know that from that moment on, there's no turning back.

I had one of those days when I met Duo Maxwell.

I wouldn't trade that day for anything.