~Beep~ I leave messages never. Ha HA HA. I had sugar. All your base are belong to us. Ha Ha. Lucas! yum. ha. Mr. Popo is haha fun. Okay byebye.
~Beep~
Wufei banged his head on the wall.
"How did SHE get THIS number!"
Duo, Quatre, anmd Heero entered the room. And immediatly began to laugh... well, Duo laughed, Quatre kinda smiled a little but hid it behing his hand, and Heero just smirked. WuFei was confused.
"Hey WuFei" Duo called " I like the new look".
WuFei ran into his room and looked in the mirror. His eyes widened as he stopped himself from yelling. His hair and forehead were blue. How could this have happened. He put his arm up to touch his hair and froze. It was blue too. Just then Trowa stuck his head into the room.
"Just a warning. I painted the Blue Room, the Green Room, and Duo's room".
WuFei go the little "popping a vein thingy" but then calmed down, and calmly got a towel, and calmly went to his bathroom, and calmly took a shower while calmly almost removeing his skin by scrubbing.
Meanwhile back at the ranch~* (a/n: cliché I know but I couldn't help it! I"m in math and bored!)
Heero and Duo were watching TV together in the Magenta Room. Heero was in the reclining chair and Duo was in his lap. Duo leaned back on Heero lightly. Heero wrapped his arms around Duo and held him tight. Duo very slowly moved his hands down to Heero's lap and--> grabbed the remote control and changed the TV to CartoonNetwork. (a/n: hentai!!! I caught you !!)
"Duo!" Heero was getting mad. Not because Duo had changed the channel, but it made him feel like crap whenever Duo would do things like this. He felt like Duo didn't even care about him.
"What is it Love?" Duo questioned. He sometimes wondered what Heero was feeling. He normally didn't like to force people to tell him what was wrong, but he loved Heero and Heero didn't like to talk much so... he had to.
"ert... I was watching that." Heero replied and quickly left the room and headed for his own room. He felt a cool wave course through him as he began to feel depressed. Heero, as had become well known to them all, was not a verbal type of person. He preffered to communicate through music. He would often play songs on his stereo that told how he felt inside, or he would write a poem or a short story. But those he never shared with the others. Only once had he shared a poem with them. It was about an angel. But that didn't matter. Heero shook his head as he played Boxcar Racer. No on eunderstood him when he tried to communicate this way. It was too subtle to be picked up unless you looked for it. And everyone assumed he was fine... so no one looked for it.
"sometimes I wish I was smart
I wish they made cures for
how people are..."
cures. Maybe they could cure his silence. He knew why he was quiet. He'd had a hard life. Trained as a fighter from the beginning, he'd lived rough. All types of abuse poured down on him.
" cuz I feel so mad
I feel so angry
I feel so callous
so lost, confused..."