What Happened To Duo
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Heero trudged into his room and slumped into his chair. Tears welled up in his eyes. Everything there reminded him of Duo.
He picked up the rining phone. "Hello?"
"Heero, it's Quatre. I called to..." Quatre paused, "Heero, what's wrong?"
"Duo and I were jumped by some thugs," Heero explained, "They... they took Duo's engagement ring."
"Oh, Heero, I'm so sorry," Quatre considered it for a moment, then continued, "Why don't you come stay with Trowa and me for a bit?"
"I don't want to be in your way."
"You won't be," Quatre told him. "Come on over. You could use a friend right now."
"I'll be there in a couple of hours."
Quatre gave instructions to his servants to prepare a spare room for Heero.
"Duo's dead, isn't he?" Trowa asked.
"Trowa," Quatre reminded his spouse, "Duo's been dead for years."
"It hard to get behind something like that, Quatre," Trowa replied, shaking his head. "Remind me again of what happened."
"From what Heero told me, Duo was struck and killed by a car when he was a small child. Heero saw it happen."
"But Duo's been with us all this time. And not as a child either."
"No," Quatre shook his head, "he was a wraith. He died so suddenly and so unexpectedly, that he didn't realize he was dead. When he found out, he was in danger of vanishing. I tried an old binding spell to keep him here, and it worked."
Quatre nodded. "That's right. That's why its always been on his finger. It bound him to Heero so that as long as he had it on and Heero lived, he would remain here with him."
"If only we could have bound him to my heart," Heero said, setting down his suitcase.
"The binding object had to touch him," Quatre reminded Heero.
"I know," Heero replied, sharply. "I'm sorry, I think I'll go upstairs now."
"Get some rest, Heero," Quatre suggested, "We'll be here for you."
Heero nodded, slightly, then went upstairs to rest and try to go on without Duo.