Hello, People! Hopefully this fic is as good as people have told me! It's
told from the POV of Duo's sister… if he had a sister, anyway. It might
seem a little hard to follow at first, but just bear with me people, okay?
Oh… and I don't own GW, so don't sue me! However, I do own Kaitlyn/Alexis.
So don't steal her!!!!!! So… without any further ado… on with chapter 1!
I listened to the quote- unquote sad part of "Puff the Magic Dragon" play on my mother's old eight-track player.
This isn't sad, I thought. I didn't really like the song. Never did. It never seemed… right to me. No, "right" isn't the right word. The song just never made sense to me. What did it mean? I sighed, stopping the eight-track player, rewinding it, and started from the beginning of the "sad" part again, hoping to find what I was looking for.
"A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys.
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jacky Baper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he siesed his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave..."
I sighed again. It didn't make sense.
"I don't get it..." I mumbled to myself, strumming my fingers on the plush carpet. Frustration filled every ounce of my body.
Annoyed, I stood up, kicked the eight-track player over, and yelled "THIS TUPID SONG DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!!! I HAS NO MEAINING!!!!!"
"Ya know, kid, sometimes a song is just a song," came the ever annoying voice of me brother from behind me. I turned, glaring at him in the eye. "Just like Ring Around the Rosie!"
"Duo, Ring Around the Rosie is about the plague," I retorted.
"Alright, then, like the 'Hockey Pokey'!" He said, remaining his usual half- wit self. Shaking my head, I sighed and sat back on the floor.
"I never liked that song. For two reasons: One, because of that X- Files episode," (AN- Hi, Becca!) Duo rolled his eyes. "And two, well, what if that's what it IS all about?" I was weird like that.
"Don't be so wishy-washy," Duo said scornfully. He crouched beside me to put the eight-track player up right. He ejected the tape, looked at it for a moment, and put it backing the player.
"Come on," he said, standing up, "Dinner's ready." Dou walked out of the room, his long, chestnut hair swishing behind him.
I gazed blankly at the eight-track player, idly twiddling my hair around my fingers. After a few moments' time, I got up and followed after my brother.
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"Goulash!" I cried, eyeing the meat mixture. My mother made the best goulash in the world. Taking my seat at the table, I helped myself to the moist, tender beef; flavorful, seasoned veggies; and aldante noodles.
Just as I picked up my fork, the doorbell rang. Annoyed that her perfect meal had been interrupted, my mother rose from her seat to see who was calling.
Muffled voices came from the entrance hall. Then without warning, Mother's voice erupted in a terrified manner.
"I tell you, he's not here! Why won't you believe me?! Can't you just leave us in peace?!"
Unannounced, three soldiers came into the kitchen, guns out. Duo rose immediately, his face an angry red.
"Where is your father?" demanded one of the soldiers.
"Not here, as you can plainly see," Duo retorted, somehow managing to sound three times his age. Sensing impending danger, I stood up and moved beside my older brother. Whether I intended to allow him protect me, or I him, I wasn't sure.
"I didn't ask where he's NOT!" the soldier fumed, "I asked where he IS!"
"Tell us, or we'll arrest you all for withholding information, and interfering with an investigation!" Another soldier shouted.
"You wouldn't dare," Duo growled in defense. I had never seen my brother like this before.
"Yes, we would!" the first soldier spat. "Now tell us, where is he?!"
"We don't know." I said, praying I sounded braver and calmer than I felt. I must have caught the soldiers off guard because they just stared at me odd for a moment. Then, the second soldier spoke.
"What did you just say?" His worlds were slow, fierce, like a tiger brandishing his claws before attacking its prey.
"I said we don't know where Father is. We only know that he isn't here," That was a lie. I knew it was. Mother knew it was. Duo knew it was. I just hoped the soldiers didn't know what we did.
The first soldier gave me a speculative glare, "Are you sure you don't know where your father is?" He was eyeing Duo, but I was certain he was addressing me.
I suppressed the want to take a deep breath before answering, knowing that if I did, it might make the soldiers aware of my vulnerability. "Yes," I replied. Another lie. Or would it be the same one as before? The soldier's eyes narrowed into an evil squint, but he nodded and left the room. The other two followed his example. When I heard the door click behind them, I allowed myself to take a ragged breath. Swallowing a wail and blinking back tears, I left the yellow kitchen for my bedroom.
______
I lay awake in my dark room on my back. My bed was soft, and my pillow deep, but still rest would not come, and Morphius refused to sweep me away in his arms.
It was a cold night, but beads of sweat persistently dampened my face, as if trying vainly to wake me from this living nightmare.
The muffled voices of my parents reached my ears from their room down the hall. I heard then, but did not listen, but instead allowed my own deep interpretation to echo through my skull. There was to be a war. Or was there already? My father could have killed us. We are hiding, and don't like it. Or lives are in constant danger. Something must be done. Duo and I must not be harmed. But aren't we already? Is this truly a child's life? Well, we are children, and we are alive. But are we still considered children? And are we still living? Can this truly be considered living? No, this is not the life of a child. And we are no longer children.
Slowly, I drew in a deep breath of the cool air that surrounded me. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. For my family's sake, and for my own.
________________________
I awoke early the next morning, as I was doing more frequently now. I entered the kitchen to find cold, uneaten plates of goulash spread upon the table. Small bits had been nibbled at by surviving mice.
'Lucky devils', I thought, 'you don't have to deal with this war. But then I noticed something. There was a neon- yellow sticky note plastered to the window over the kitchen sink.
Slowly I walked over to it, and plied it from the glass. My eyes grazed over the writing that was unmistakably my brother's.
I can't stay here anymore.
I have to something
to help you all. I know I
can help save the colonies.
I love you all.
- Duo
Well, that's it! Hope you like it! Just incase you're wondering, Hungarian Goulash is beef or veal cooked in tomatoey- gravy stuff, and served with veggies and noodles or rice. Plus, Morphuis, in the content that it is used is the Greek God of sleep and rest.
R&R please!!!!!!! If you do, I will give you... a Hershey's Kiss!!!!
I listened to the quote- unquote sad part of "Puff the Magic Dragon" play on my mother's old eight-track player.
This isn't sad, I thought. I didn't really like the song. Never did. It never seemed… right to me. No, "right" isn't the right word. The song just never made sense to me. What did it mean? I sighed, stopping the eight-track player, rewinding it, and started from the beginning of the "sad" part again, hoping to find what I was looking for.
"A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys.
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jacky Baper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he siesed his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave..."
I sighed again. It didn't make sense.
"I don't get it..." I mumbled to myself, strumming my fingers on the plush carpet. Frustration filled every ounce of my body.
Annoyed, I stood up, kicked the eight-track player over, and yelled "THIS TUPID SONG DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!!! I HAS NO MEAINING!!!!!"
"Ya know, kid, sometimes a song is just a song," came the ever annoying voice of me brother from behind me. I turned, glaring at him in the eye. "Just like Ring Around the Rosie!"
"Duo, Ring Around the Rosie is about the plague," I retorted.
"Alright, then, like the 'Hockey Pokey'!" He said, remaining his usual half- wit self. Shaking my head, I sighed and sat back on the floor.
"I never liked that song. For two reasons: One, because of that X- Files episode," (AN- Hi, Becca!) Duo rolled his eyes. "And two, well, what if that's what it IS all about?" I was weird like that.
"Don't be so wishy-washy," Duo said scornfully. He crouched beside me to put the eight-track player up right. He ejected the tape, looked at it for a moment, and put it backing the player.
"Come on," he said, standing up, "Dinner's ready." Dou walked out of the room, his long, chestnut hair swishing behind him.
I gazed blankly at the eight-track player, idly twiddling my hair around my fingers. After a few moments' time, I got up and followed after my brother.
___________
"Goulash!" I cried, eyeing the meat mixture. My mother made the best goulash in the world. Taking my seat at the table, I helped myself to the moist, tender beef; flavorful, seasoned veggies; and aldante noodles.
Just as I picked up my fork, the doorbell rang. Annoyed that her perfect meal had been interrupted, my mother rose from her seat to see who was calling.
Muffled voices came from the entrance hall. Then without warning, Mother's voice erupted in a terrified manner.
"I tell you, he's not here! Why won't you believe me?! Can't you just leave us in peace?!"
Unannounced, three soldiers came into the kitchen, guns out. Duo rose immediately, his face an angry red.
"Where is your father?" demanded one of the soldiers.
"Not here, as you can plainly see," Duo retorted, somehow managing to sound three times his age. Sensing impending danger, I stood up and moved beside my older brother. Whether I intended to allow him protect me, or I him, I wasn't sure.
"I didn't ask where he's NOT!" the soldier fumed, "I asked where he IS!"
"Tell us, or we'll arrest you all for withholding information, and interfering with an investigation!" Another soldier shouted.
"You wouldn't dare," Duo growled in defense. I had never seen my brother like this before.
"Yes, we would!" the first soldier spat. "Now tell us, where is he?!"
"We don't know." I said, praying I sounded braver and calmer than I felt. I must have caught the soldiers off guard because they just stared at me odd for a moment. Then, the second soldier spoke.
"What did you just say?" His worlds were slow, fierce, like a tiger brandishing his claws before attacking its prey.
"I said we don't know where Father is. We only know that he isn't here," That was a lie. I knew it was. Mother knew it was. Duo knew it was. I just hoped the soldiers didn't know what we did.
The first soldier gave me a speculative glare, "Are you sure you don't know where your father is?" He was eyeing Duo, but I was certain he was addressing me.
I suppressed the want to take a deep breath before answering, knowing that if I did, it might make the soldiers aware of my vulnerability. "Yes," I replied. Another lie. Or would it be the same one as before? The soldier's eyes narrowed into an evil squint, but he nodded and left the room. The other two followed his example. When I heard the door click behind them, I allowed myself to take a ragged breath. Swallowing a wail and blinking back tears, I left the yellow kitchen for my bedroom.
______
I lay awake in my dark room on my back. My bed was soft, and my pillow deep, but still rest would not come, and Morphius refused to sweep me away in his arms.
It was a cold night, but beads of sweat persistently dampened my face, as if trying vainly to wake me from this living nightmare.
The muffled voices of my parents reached my ears from their room down the hall. I heard then, but did not listen, but instead allowed my own deep interpretation to echo through my skull. There was to be a war. Or was there already? My father could have killed us. We are hiding, and don't like it. Or lives are in constant danger. Something must be done. Duo and I must not be harmed. But aren't we already? Is this truly a child's life? Well, we are children, and we are alive. But are we still considered children? And are we still living? Can this truly be considered living? No, this is not the life of a child. And we are no longer children.
Slowly, I drew in a deep breath of the cool air that surrounded me. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. For my family's sake, and for my own.
________________________
I awoke early the next morning, as I was doing more frequently now. I entered the kitchen to find cold, uneaten plates of goulash spread upon the table. Small bits had been nibbled at by surviving mice.
'Lucky devils', I thought, 'you don't have to deal with this war. But then I noticed something. There was a neon- yellow sticky note plastered to the window over the kitchen sink.
Slowly I walked over to it, and plied it from the glass. My eyes grazed over the writing that was unmistakably my brother's.
I can't stay here anymore.
I have to something
to help you all. I know I
can help save the colonies.
I love you all.
- Duo
Well, that's it! Hope you like it! Just incase you're wondering, Hungarian Goulash is beef or veal cooked in tomatoey- gravy stuff, and served with veggies and noodles or rice. Plus, Morphuis, in the content that it is used is the Greek God of sleep and rest.
R&R please!!!!!!! If you do, I will give you... a Hershey's Kiss!!!!