Just wanted to say a few things. I haven't written anything in forever, so please forgive me if this fic sucks. This isn't a romance yet so I'm not concerning myself with pairings, but one will most likely be Duo and Hilde. This is set 8 months or so after Endless Waltz. Here I go...
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*blip,blip,blip*
(groan) "Who's calling now?"
*blip,blip,blip*
(sigh) *beep* "Sheila, unless it is urgent I'm too busy to take this at the moment." *click*
*beep* "I'm sorry Mr. Winner, I know. But they assured me it was a pressing matter." *click*
*beep* "And who are they?" *click*
*beep* "A miss Hilde Shbeiker Sir." *click*
"Hilde? In that case... "
*Beep* "Thank you Sheila. Open the vidlink in my study please."
*beep* "Yes Sir." *click*
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"I hope he doesn't mind me calling. Wait, that's stupid. It's Quatre! And he puts up with Duo's nonsense all the time. I still feel funny about calling, though. Maybe I should hang up... Ugh! No, that's rude! I hope he answers soon, I don't want Duo coming back. Ooh, that stuborn little... I wish I could wrap that braid around his neck and force him to-"
*Zzzt*
"Hello? Hilde is it really you?"
"Hi, Quatre. Yes, it's really me."
"Hi! I'm so glad you called. I love to hear from you two. How are you?"
"I'm OK. It's Duo who's not."
"Is everything all right? He's not hurt, is he?"
"I don't think so."
"Huh? You don't know?"
"Well that's what's wrong. He won't tell. He's hardly speaking to me, and when I ask him why, he avoids answering by suddenly remembering something he hasn't done or finding something new to do. He's shut me out and surrounds himself with work. I'm worried about him, Quatre. He's not himself."
"Duo not speaking is serious. Do you have any idea why?"
"No, everything's normal, but we are pretty busy nowadays."
"Hmmm."
"One day he just stopped communicating. It's like he's trying to avoid me. Things are strange, we're usually such good friends..."
"Hilde?"
"..."
"Hilde, what are you thinking?"
"... that maybe I'm what's wrong."
"That's ridiculous."
"No! It's not. It must be something I did. Why else wouldn't he tell me?"
"I'm sure there are reasons. Ones that don't involve you."
"I'm just so frustrated! Things were going so well with the scrapyard. With us. Quatre, I need you to help me."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Could you invite Duo to stay with you for a while? He needs to get out of here, away from the stress. I think he might be overworking himself. I'm also hoping he'll open up to you. You have that effect on people. But of course, you're probably busy..."
"Nonsense, I'm never too busy for my friends. I'll have him up anytime you need."
"Thank you so much."
"I'll do what I can. If something is seriously wrong we need to find out. It can't be easy for him to keep this inside."
"Maybe it's just me imagining things. Some kind of post-war anxiety disorder."
"We all worry, but the Weapon Elimination Act will be passed soon. The talks went very well. I think people are finally ready to live in a world without wars."
(sigh) "I'm so glad."
"I'm sure there won't be a need for him to fight anymore."
"I know, but I-"
*Crash*
"Oh! Quatre, he's back!"
"I'll call back later and give the invitation. Next week good?"
"Yes, that's fine. I gotta go. Quatre, you're wonderful."
"Well, I.."
*Zzzt*
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When I came in, she wasn't where I could see her, but I could hear her voice floating out of the den. Or really, the little corner of the kitchen she's named "the den" because I constantly use that end of the table to answer calls and do paperwork. I figured she must of been on the phone, unless she's started talking to herself. Wouldn't suprise me in the least. I couldn't understand what was being said, but didn't really care. Actually I didn't want to see her at all at that moment. She'd want to talk about me some more. That's where our conversations gravitate lately. Duo, are you feeling OK? Duo, are you mad at me? Duo, what's wrong?
I would have avoided her if possible, but her in the kitchen and me with groceries made that kinda hard. I had hoped that she'd be too busy on the phone to try and speak to me, but that hope was quickly squashed. I heard the sound of the vidphone powering off. There was no turning back.
I was sure she'd heard me come in after that ruckus I'd made fumbling with the back door. Get this, I had been trying to balance a bag of groceries on top of my knee while opening it. Who was I kidding? I'm no acrobat!
Instead, I ended up falling through and scattering stuff everywhere. Yeah, so I'd say it's pretty damn impossible that she didn't hear me. I wouldn't have tried that little stunt if I wasn't so eager to NOT to talk to her, and ringing the bell would have brought her to the door.
So, feeling a little foolish and very clumsy, I made my way to the kitchen. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for a military style interrogation.
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Well there we are. I'm experimenting with different POV's.
Tell me what you think works! That whole beep, click thing got kinda old, didn't it. I think it's funny. Review! I need reviews to survive!
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*blip,blip,blip*
(groan) "Who's calling now?"
*blip,blip,blip*
(sigh) *beep* "Sheila, unless it is urgent I'm too busy to take this at the moment." *click*
*beep* "I'm sorry Mr. Winner, I know. But they assured me it was a pressing matter." *click*
*beep* "And who are they?" *click*
*beep* "A miss Hilde Shbeiker Sir." *click*
"Hilde? In that case... "
*Beep* "Thank you Sheila. Open the vidlink in my study please."
*beep* "Yes Sir." *click*
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"I hope he doesn't mind me calling. Wait, that's stupid. It's Quatre! And he puts up with Duo's nonsense all the time. I still feel funny about calling, though. Maybe I should hang up... Ugh! No, that's rude! I hope he answers soon, I don't want Duo coming back. Ooh, that stuborn little... I wish I could wrap that braid around his neck and force him to-"
*Zzzt*
"Hello? Hilde is it really you?"
"Hi, Quatre. Yes, it's really me."
"Hi! I'm so glad you called. I love to hear from you two. How are you?"
"I'm OK. It's Duo who's not."
"Is everything all right? He's not hurt, is he?"
"I don't think so."
"Huh? You don't know?"
"Well that's what's wrong. He won't tell. He's hardly speaking to me, and when I ask him why, he avoids answering by suddenly remembering something he hasn't done or finding something new to do. He's shut me out and surrounds himself with work. I'm worried about him, Quatre. He's not himself."
"Duo not speaking is serious. Do you have any idea why?"
"No, everything's normal, but we are pretty busy nowadays."
"Hmmm."
"One day he just stopped communicating. It's like he's trying to avoid me. Things are strange, we're usually such good friends..."
"Hilde?"
"..."
"Hilde, what are you thinking?"
"... that maybe I'm what's wrong."
"That's ridiculous."
"No! It's not. It must be something I did. Why else wouldn't he tell me?"
"I'm sure there are reasons. Ones that don't involve you."
"I'm just so frustrated! Things were going so well with the scrapyard. With us. Quatre, I need you to help me."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Could you invite Duo to stay with you for a while? He needs to get out of here, away from the stress. I think he might be overworking himself. I'm also hoping he'll open up to you. You have that effect on people. But of course, you're probably busy..."
"Nonsense, I'm never too busy for my friends. I'll have him up anytime you need."
"Thank you so much."
"I'll do what I can. If something is seriously wrong we need to find out. It can't be easy for him to keep this inside."
"Maybe it's just me imagining things. Some kind of post-war anxiety disorder."
"We all worry, but the Weapon Elimination Act will be passed soon. The talks went very well. I think people are finally ready to live in a world without wars."
(sigh) "I'm so glad."
"I'm sure there won't be a need for him to fight anymore."
"I know, but I-"
*Crash*
"Oh! Quatre, he's back!"
"I'll call back later and give the invitation. Next week good?"
"Yes, that's fine. I gotta go. Quatre, you're wonderful."
"Well, I.."
*Zzzt*
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When I came in, she wasn't where I could see her, but I could hear her voice floating out of the den. Or really, the little corner of the kitchen she's named "the den" because I constantly use that end of the table to answer calls and do paperwork. I figured she must of been on the phone, unless she's started talking to herself. Wouldn't suprise me in the least. I couldn't understand what was being said, but didn't really care. Actually I didn't want to see her at all at that moment. She'd want to talk about me some more. That's where our conversations gravitate lately. Duo, are you feeling OK? Duo, are you mad at me? Duo, what's wrong?
I would have avoided her if possible, but her in the kitchen and me with groceries made that kinda hard. I had hoped that she'd be too busy on the phone to try and speak to me, but that hope was quickly squashed. I heard the sound of the vidphone powering off. There was no turning back.
I was sure she'd heard me come in after that ruckus I'd made fumbling with the back door. Get this, I had been trying to balance a bag of groceries on top of my knee while opening it. Who was I kidding? I'm no acrobat!
Instead, I ended up falling through and scattering stuff everywhere. Yeah, so I'd say it's pretty damn impossible that she didn't hear me. I wouldn't have tried that little stunt if I wasn't so eager to NOT to talk to her, and ringing the bell would have brought her to the door.
So, feeling a little foolish and very clumsy, I made my way to the kitchen. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for a military style interrogation.
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Well there we are. I'm experimenting with different POV's.
Tell me what you think works! That whole beep, click thing got kinda old, didn't it. I think it's funny. Review! I need reviews to survive!