… I'm doing it again, neglecting yet another fic for a brief moment of inspiration. Bugger.
Avalan: Don't blame me for your lack of feck, oh ye feckless one. (1)
I have feck… I just left it at home… next to my brain and common sense. But anyway, this is very new to me. It has only been brewing in my vast cornucopia of imagination for a couple of days now, but I needed to write it out. Please read, it's not as bad as you think!
Duo ducked the rock thrown by his 'class mate' and hastily opened the front door to his house and closed it behind himself. His heart was beating fast, too fast to be healthy, really, as it struggled to supply blood to his shaking and sweaty body. He couldn't breathe, and he could tell that soon he would be coughing. If it got any worse he might even faint.
Why did the cool kids take such pleasure out of harassing the unhealthy kid? It was so cruel, and it wasn't the first time it had happened.
Duo's health wasn't a question of fitness, not by a long shot. It was a question of his lungs and heart. They couldn't handle hard work. Duo often found himself breathless after merely running up the stairs.
Duo slowly slid to the floor and leant his head against the black lacquered door for comfort. It felt like he was being strangled from the inside.
He slowly slipped his backpack off, careful not to tug in his long braid of silky brown hair, and laid it next to him. If he could get to his room he would be fine. He would be powerful. Free.
Legs shaking, he raised himself to his sneakered feet, and stumbled up to his room, discarding his black denim jacket.
He sat down at his desk, booted up his computer, and picked up his VR helmet. It fit snugly over his messy bangs, and was much more effective than a monitor. He reached out, and tapped twice on the Internet button with a suddenly steady finger.
Name? Shinigami
Password? OBEY THE GOD OF DEATH
*~*~*~*
Heero stared pensively at the metal frame. It was an ugly thing, looking more like a torture device than any way to access the web, but he wasn't complaining. It was the most advanced version of anything available, not yet known about by the public, and it was unlikely they ever would.
It also gave a much more realistic trip.
There was only one draw back. It was the same for everyone. If you got hurt there, your body felt it here. It was a wonderful way to kill people without ever leaving your room. If, that is, there weren't any other people around. That was what he was for. He tried to keep order, and the number of ruthless cyber murders down. That was what he had been trained for, possibly the best hacker on the planet and surrounding colonies.
Heero sighed as the door behind him opened, and his mentor, J, came into the dingy little room filled to over flowing with electrical equipment.
With a nod of acknowledgement, he moved over to the contraption taking up half the room, strapped himself in, pulled down the bulky viewer helmet, and entered his details when the screen popped up for them.
Name? 01
Password? W!nG (2)
*~*~*~*
Peacecraft turned around and smiled at Nymph39. The sun was setting behind the two and they had just come over the ridge to the nearest host site. In other words, a city.
"So, shall we go take a look?" Peacecraft asked, already knowing the answer, tucking some of her pastel pink, streaked with darker pink and white, hair behind her ear as it was blown out of place by a slight breeze.
"Do you need to ask?" Nymph39 asked, quirking a forked dark blue eyebrow at the other girl. "Honestly Peace," she said, shaking her head, sending her light blue, shoulder length hair in millions of miniscule plaits flying, "after at least two years of hanging out together, I would have though that you'd know what I would and wouldn't like to do," she sniffed.
Peacecraft shrugged her bare tanned shoulders. "It was curtesy to ask. Let's get going, ne?"
The other nodded assent, and started off down the hill. Peacecraft paused a moment to watch her. The graphics her new system gave her were simply amazing. Then again, her father, the 'wonderful' Mr. Darlian, would allow no better for his daughter.
That was why she came here, It was a place for her to unwind in the company of her good internet friend. Where she didn't have to be perfect all the time. Where she could stop trying to convince people that fighting led to only more fighting and get her hands a bit dirty herself. Her mother would freak if she knew that her daughter was one of the infamous two rogues that plagued the internet. No murders or anything mind you, just a bit of fun. But it didn't matter too much to her. After all, it was only a game, wasn't it?
Lost in her own thoughts and red eyes focused firmly on the small black tattoo of a heart made of thorns on the lower back of her best friend, she continued down the hill. (3)
*~*~*~*
Sandrock sat across from Triton, his chin resting pensively on his knitted fingers as he gazed at the other young man. His dark purple, almost black hair was tied loosely but neatly behind himself, and his large violet eyes were locked on Triton's.
"So… how are you?" Triton asked, feeling himself blush slightly under the intense gaze of his partner.
Triton himself had shoulder length hair that was also tied back into a small warrior's tail at the base of his skull, his fringe which was integrated into the rest of his fiery hair neatly covering one deep green eye.
Sandrock smiled warmly and crossed his legs beneath the table, momentarily brushing his knees against Triton's.
"Fine, thankyou. You just look weird here."
The two had met at high school, and given each other their user names so they could meet online. This would be their first meeting.
"I'm still getting over your hair change myself. Who knew that such a light creature could hide a almost gothic alter ego?" Triton answered with a slight smile.
Sandrock flushed and tugged at one of his half gloves. "You think the nail polish's too much?" he asked wryly.
Triton looked down, surprised. He hadn't noticed the black nails before. They were clipped short and immaculately painted, glossy in the bad light of the club/ chat room they were in. Then Triton laughed.
"Only a Winner could get away with black nails and crossed legs. But black looks good on you, why don't you ever wear it IRL?" (4)
Sandrock sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Not with my father. Allah forbid that the heir to the Winner fortune wear anything even remotely stylish."
Duo's ears perked up from his position a few booths away. Did that young man in black leather just mention the words 'heir' and 'fortune'?! This he would have to investigate.
Briefly removing his helmet, it would look like to everyone else in the chat room that he brought his hands up to his ears then dropped them again, suddenly vacant and staring off into the distance.
Duo quickly accessed the boys account, and went through all the necessary procedures to hack into his computer. Soon he would know for certain.
*~*~*~*
Heero entered the bar and glanced around. It was an almost shady looking room, but surprisingly popular to the younger generation. He was instantly assessing the place for any possible dangers, and identified a alternative way out if the front door was blocked. Everything seem as per usual, bar the young man istting in the corner.
His long white hair was drawn about him almost like a cape, and was filled with flecks of different, bright colours. His bare pale arms were resting limply on the table he was sitting at, and his wide purple eyes held nothing. He was an empty shell.
Heero frowned. Either that young man was just answering the phone, or he was doing something he shouldn't have been doing. He opened the man's stats and previous record.
Although there was no listing of his actual name or location, he was wanted for several hacking and petty cyber thievery charges. Heero sneered He would ignore the boy. He was obviously someone of merit if he hadn't been identified yet, but he was still trash. Heero didn't need to, and wouldn't deal with him unless he did something overly suspicious. He moved over to the vacant boy's table, and sat down opposite him, waiting for 'Shinigami' to come back to his post.
(1) Confused? I know I am. Feck is… how do you describe feck. It's a combination of strength and brain.
Wufei: To be feckless is to be weak and pathetic! Trust the onna to be feckless.
*narrows eyes* If anyone else here says, thinks or breathes in a way that is even remotely sexist, then you'll all pay the price.
Avalan: *hastily hides is 'I'm a misogynist, ask me how, weak woman!' badge that had been pinned to his front*
(2) Incase you can't tell, that's me trying to make the word 'wing' look interesting… It didn't really work. To tell you the truth, I can barely read it… But that's beside the point.
(3) O.o… dear god, what have I done?! I've been NICE to Relena and scissor-brow girl… I feel… unclean…*shivers*
Avalan: *pats her on the back* It's okay, you have plenty of time to beat up on them later.
*sob* but you don't understand, I've made them part of the PLOT!
Avalan: There's a plot?
*SMACK*
(4) IRL: In Real Life incase anyone has no idea what I'm talking about.
You might be thinking, 'where in the name of Aunt Petunia's cabbage-less coleslaw is Wufei?!'… or something along those lines, but trust me, he will appear… next time. I would really love if people would review this, but please, if you're going to flame me, flame me with something slightly more useful than saying that someone would do/say/look like this or that. If you want to bag my writing style, I don't mind. If you're going to bag my interpretation of an AU Quatre or something, then go beat up a pillow instead. But still, REVIEW! … Please? ^_^'