Dreams Tell the Truth

~Author: Biku-san
~Title: Dreams Tell the Truth
~Disclaimer: I do not make any profit from this fanfiction nor do I own any of the characters.
~Summary: Duo has a dream and it makes him come to a realizaton that he must discuss with Quatre.
This is a Yaoi story, so if you don’t like it don’t read. Simple as that.




Duo woke up in a cold, damp sweat. He shook his head, his three foot braid flying to the side, trying to shake the horrifying visions that had woken him up from his head.

He sighed deeply, letting the air calm him and buried his hands in his long, chestnut hair. He breathed in deeply, hoping to somehow regulate his overactive lungs.

"What? What are you trying to tell me?" he questioned the stillness that encased his bedroom. Not expecting any type of answer, Duo closed his expressionate violet eyes and let his dream wash over him once again.

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Duo was in the middle of a meadow, lying on his back and staring at the clear sky. The sky was a light baby blue in colour, ‘like Quatre’s eyes,’ he thought with a grin, before his vision was obscured by dark, shadowed objects. Very suddenly the peace of the meadow was disturbed and two mobile suits that blocked his view of the perfect sky came into focus.

Sandrock was engaged in a harsh battle with a Virgo mobile doll. The two were moving at an amazing speed, but Duo’s trained eyes could pick up every hit and blow and he could clearly see that Quatre was losing, big Time!

He watched the fight, almost in a trance. He didn't even want to blink because he didn’t want to miss something important. That important moment came sooner than he expected. Sandrock got in a good blow but the Virgo seemed to have expected the hit and countered with a blast to the head of the Gundam. Sandrock began to plummet to the ground.

"Nooooo!" Duo screamed as he rushed forward, trying to catch Sandrock, not caring that the suit would crush him in an instant.

Quatre must have somehow heard Duo’s cry because his body was ejected from the gundam and he fell free of the large gundanium machine. His limp body dropped towards the rock hard ground, looking frail and weak and especially small since it was at such a great distance.

Duo watched as Quatre’s lithe body flew from his ever present companion, Sandrock. The braided pilot changed the direction he was running in mid stride. Now he was running away from the heavy metal machine and towards the pale, falling blond.

Somehow, Duo didn’t understand how, though he wasn’t about to complain to Shinigami or any of the other cosmic forces about; Quatre floated slowly and gently into the brunet’s outstretched arms.

Duo lay the blond on the lush green grass. They were suddenly surrounded by buttercups and violets. 'Odd,' thought Duo, 'that the flowers seem to represent the two of us.'

The violet eyed pilot stared helplessly at the smaller, unmoving male.

"Why... why did this happen?" he asked the unresponsive blond Arabian. "How did this ever happen to you?"

Salty tears flowed freely from his expressive eyes, but he was unashamed as they left streaks down his perfectly formed face. "Quatre," he moaned, low in his throat, his voice full of anguish. "Please, please don’t die on me," he begged.The self proclaimed Shinigami fell to the ground sobbing wishing for some way for the blonde to come back to him.

Quatre shifted slightly, his head falling to one side. But he fell once again to his unmoving state. Duo’s eyes lit up as he witnessed the movement. "Quatre! Quatre!" he whispered softly, into his ear, trying to raise him back into a conscious state.

Duo started to become hysterical when Quatre still wouldn't respond to his calls. "Quatre?" he questioned with fear, anger and another emotion lining his voice. "Come on Quatre, wake up. You can beat this. You're stronger then you let on. This can’t be what kills you," a hint of sorrow entered the braided male’s voice. "Quatre, please don’t do this. You mean too much to me. I don’t know what I would do without you," he paused and then spoke the words that he had never said to anyone in his life. "I love you."

With the words that had been locked in his soul finally spoken, Duo leaned down and gently kissed the blonde’s cold lips. A tingling sensation ran through them both and when Duo pulled away he was surprised to see baby blue eyes burning a hole into his violet ones.

Duo started to pull back in fear that the other would be upset about the kiss. But Quatre reached out, grabbed his hand to stop him, and smiled up at him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Duo shifted in his bed. The message of his dream was as clear as day and though he already knew it, he was more likely to admit it now. He loved Quatre with all his heart. The dream was telling him that the time had come for him to reveal his feelings, or else he might lose the blond.

Duo thought back through the past few years, trying to pinpoint when his feelings for Quatre had become more then just platonic friendship.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Duo stood at the counter, helping Quatre prepare supper. The blonde was chopping vegetables into neat little shapes, while the brunette was boiling a pot of rice. (Something he could do without burning the safe house to the ground).

When Duo heard Quatre let out a small yelp of pain in his soft tenor voice, he was over in a split second, trying to comfort the blond because of the tiny nick that now was visible on the pale thumb.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Duo smiled at the memory. Quatre could be clumsy sometimes, and since Quatre was definitely such a klutz in most aspects of life except when in battle, but that just provided Duo with ample opportunity to comfort the always bumped and bruised blonde.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Quatre had taken Duo outside to teach him the finer aspects of archery. The blonde stood behind the brunette, holding him close while gripping his hands, showing him how to correctly pull the bow.

Duo shivered at the close contact between the two of them and Quatre, being the ever gracious host, asked with a twinkle in his eye if Duo needed to be warmed up. Duo politely declined the offer and a look of disappointment washed over Quatre’s features.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

‘Wait a second. Did that really happen?’ Duo asked himself, replaying the memory in his mind over and over once again.

"Did Quatre really ask me that? With that look? And was he actually disappointed?" he qestioned his still silent room.

Duo knew that the only way for him to get the answers to these questions, and others he was afraid to ask, was to go straight to the source. Quatre.

Luckily the sun was already rising, casting a pink glow through the house. Duo knew that Quatre was always an early riser, so it wouldn't be long before he could head to the blonds room and ask him the important questions.

He waited for an hour, an hour of agony, before getting up and putting on a pair of jeans he had left on the floor the night before, not caring that they were crumpled beyond all belief. He had left his hair loose (he liked to sleep with it down) and stalked quietly out of his room and into the long expanse of the hall.

Duo didn’t pay any attention to his surroundings. Instead he walked with a purpose, his feet following the way by heart to his best friend's bedroom. So it was no surprise that, before he knew it, Duo was standing in front of Quatre’s door.

He raised his hand and hesitantly knocked on the wooden door. A muffled grunt sounded from within and Duo took it as a request to enter the room.

Quatre’s eyebrows raised as Duo walked into the dimly lit bedroom, but what startled him most was Duo’s attire. Only loose fitting jeans clad his legs and he had left his hair loose, letting it cascade down his back in chestnut waves. He knew that something was terribly wrong, Duo always put his hair up before leaving his room. That is unless something was weighing heavily on his mind and thus causing him to forget about his regular maintenance.

"Come here, Duo," Quatre demanded quietly, patting the top of the bed beside him. "Tell me what’s on your mind."

Duo sat down, a little stunned at the demand. ‘How did he know I had something on my mind?’ he wondered. The violet eyed pilot ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words to explain himself to his friend. It was then that he realized that he had left his hair down. He chuckled silently, as he began to braid the mass of hair that hung from his head.

"Duo? Duo are you alright?" Quatre asked, his voice comforting and full of genuine concern for his friend. He placed a hand on the other pilot’s shoulder, jolting him back to the present.

Duo finished off his braid, tying it with a quick flick of the wrist and practiced ease, and he looked up but avoided the blond’s questioning blue eyes. He sighed deeply and stated in the calmest voice he could muster (it wasn’t really that calm, and it betrayed his nervousness). "Quatre... we really need to talk."

Quatre noticed that Duo was trying very hard to keep his voice calm, and so in turn his own voice heightened with a tremble of fear and wonder. "What about, Duo?" he squeaked, trying to meet the violet eyes with his own.

Duo kept his gaze averted, looking everywhere but at the blonde. He murmured something inaudible under his breathe, his cheeks turning a slight pink as he breathed the words.

Quatre saw the flush of colour creep over Duo’s face and wondered what the braided male was thinking and trying to tell him that would cause such a reaction from the usually boisterous brunette. He placed two fingers under Duo’s chin and lifted the violet eyes to his own baby blues, searching for the answers. "Slow down, and speak up," he instructed. "Don't worry, I am here and listening. You know that you can always trust me."

Duo’s eyes tried to find another place to rest his glaze on any other object but Quatre’s eyes but the fingers under his chin kept him staring into the pools of blue. "Quatre... do you like me?"

Quatre pulled back surprised, his mind reeling. "Of course I do. You are one of my best friends and you are also my fellow pilot-"

Duo stopped Quatre with a look. "That’s not what I mean," he whispered almost angrily.

"What do you mean then, Duo?" Quatre looked at him pleadingly, his eyes full of concern. "Please tell me."

Duo looked to the ground. "Do you..." he stuttered, "...you know like me?" he asked again, turning several shades of pink.

Quatre grabbed Duo’s face in both hands. "If you would have let me finish my earlier statement I would have ended it with: and you’re drop dead sexy." he told his friend, grinning like a maniac.

"You... you think I’m sexy?" Duo asked, his pink face now turning the deep red of a ripe tomato. "Does that mean..." 'Could this really be happening?' he questioned himself.

"Yes Duo, I like you."

"You do?" he whispered, his voice extremely high. 'Please,' he pleaded to any and all the cosmic beings. 'Please let this be the truth and not some dream or horrible practical joke?'

"Yes you fool," Quatre laughed his head flung back. "How could you have missed all the hints that I left for you? When you didn’t respond to any of them, I figured that you didn’t feel the same way as I did," he answered sadly, looking to the ground.

"Hints! How could you call those hints? I thought you were just being typical, friendly Quatre. You are overly friendly with everyone. How was I supposed to know that those were hints to me?"

Quatre looked ashamed. "I can't help my friendly nature," he mumbled. "But you should have seen that I am especially flirtatious with you."

Duo sighed. "If I would have known those were hints, I definitely would have responded to them." Duo blushed again, looking at Quatre’s face softly.

Quatre looked up hopefully, his eyes betraying his happiness as they sparkled with glee. "You would have responded?"

"Of course Quatre... I love you," Duo said bringing his face closer to Quatre’s.

"I love you too, Duo." the blond responded as he closed the distance between them. The two shared their first of many kisses.

The End