Heya!
I'm back again with yet another story that has no other purpose than to keep me entertained. ^_^
Disclaimer: Same as always. Everybody knows that I don't own the stuff beside the idea so why keep people forcing me to mention it?
For a change this one has no dedication but a proof-reader! (Which is in my opinion pretty much the same since it's Lora we're talking about here...^_^) Thus it's not my fault anymore if there are any errors - blame it all to Lora!!! *cackles* Sorry, L-chan, no offence! ^_~ Again, thanks a lot for beta-ing!
Let's get started now, ne?
- Banshee
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Muddled Realities - Chapter 01
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Duo got out of the shower and reached for a towel. His twin in the mirror copied his every move and suddenly something about his reflection caught Duo's attention. He turned to face the mirror fully and saw instantly what was off.
Slowly he raised a hand to his forehead and touched it with slightly trembling fingers. Then he brought his hand back down to look closely at his fingers.
They were bloodstained.
Blood from the cross-shaped mark on his forehead that had appeared out of nowhere.
Duo's gaze returned to the mirror and with a startled gasp he realized that the mark was gone again.
But not the blood on his fingers.
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The rest of the day Duo tried to stay out of his comrade's ways.
Whatever had happened in the bathroom earlier that day: He didn't trust it to not happen again and he certainly didn't feel like anyone seeing odd bleeding crosses appear on him out of Hell knows where.
Thus he spend the rest of the day either in his room or somewhere outside their safe house at places he was sure nobody would follow him to.
The whole situation got to Duo somewhat. Even if this one incident was the first one he was aware of and there was no evidence that it wouldn't happen again, but it left Duo thinking about it quite hard.
There was always the possibility that he had suffered from a momentary case of hallucinations or insanity or whatever someone who knew what the stuff was about would call it.
It was just that Duo wasn't sure if he liked the possibility that his mind was playing tricks on him any better than everything being reality.
That night Duo tossed and turned in his sleep, not getting any rest and as the first glimpse of dawn could be seen outside, Duo was already up again.
Awake, but not at all rested, he stayed in his room until it was safe to go downstairs where he could now hear the others. After all he was known to always sleep as long as possible and being the first one up would, without a doubt raise some suspicion.
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The days passed and it got the more and more difficult for Duo to hide the fact that something was wrong with him from his comrades.
It had started with the bleeding cross on his forehead. That had been four days ago. The mark appeared every now and then and always while Duo was alone. Though the cross always bled it never hurt in any way.
Not that this did help to calm Duo at all.
The second day after the first appearance of the mark he suddenly felt a strange uneasiness overcome him. He had no appetite, wanted to be left alone and constantly felt a light throbbing pain in the back of his head, almost like a headache but not quite.
To make a long story short: Duo wasn't feeling too well even if it was less of a physical sickness and he had more than enough to do with covering it up.
He didn't want anyone to worry or even know about it until he knew -what- was wrong with him.
All his good intentions of keeping everything a secret were nearly thrown away as Duo woke on the third day and his whole body hurt like Hell. But before he even had a chance to react to the pain, it was already gone again.
And today, the fourth day after the first incident, all five of them were on a mission.
Not very likely that Duo would tell them -now- that he had mysterious signs appearing on him and stuff from time to time the past days. Especially since he hadn't felt like there was anything wrong with him at all that day, and it didn't seem like that was going to change anytime soon.
Then again he never knew when something would happen. Heck, he didn't even know -what- was happening at all and it nearly drove him mad.
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The mission went well.
Very well.
Too well.
Actually there hadn't been anything for them to do at all.
They had been able to enter the base without any problems but as soon as they were inside they noticed that something was off. It could be a trap but that possibility didn't feel right either.
There simply wasn't anything or anyone around for the base to be a trap.
In fact it was totally deserted - and it looked like it had been this way for quite some time since everything was covered with a thick layer of dust.
Their original mission had been to take out the base which was supposed to be a production place for Leo-parts, but, from the look of it, the only things that had ever been produced here had absolutely nothing to do with anything concerning the war.
After the Gundam-pilots had checked out the whole building to make sure that really nobody was around, they came together to discuss their further actions.
"What the Hell is this here? We've received wrong information before but this is just fucking ridiculous!" Duo sounded quite upset by the whole situation.
His annoying not-quite-headache had made itself known again a while ago and he felt a little pissed.
"Keep your voice down, Duo," Heero scolded him. "There is still a possibility that this is a trap and you could give our position away by shouting like that."
"The Hell is this a trap, Yuy! Who do you think should attack us? There is fucking no one around to hear me even if I screamed my bloody heart out! But, oh, wait! Did you see that? Oh my God! A dust ball just moved! It is going to try and kill me by giving me a coughing fit! Run for it, guys! Sheesh, I'm leaving."
With this Duo turned around and moved towards the door of the room they were in, leaving his four rather stunned comrades behind.
They were well used to Duo's sarcasm and tendency to exaggerate but this time there had been a slightly hostile edge to his voice that was new to them and that left them somewhat speechless - even if it was just for a short time.
Quatre was the first one to recover. He ran after Duo who had in the meantime left the room and was wandering down the corridor.
"Duo, are you alright?" Quatre's worried voice reached Duo shortly before the boy himself appeared at his side.
From behind he could hear the other three boys following in a less hurried manner.
You could always trust Quatre to worry over you. And leave it to him to -always- find a reason to worry too.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Duo nearly snapped at Quatre, who looked rather surprised by the sudden attack.
Duo instantly felt sorry for his harsh reaction and offered Quatre a weak grin.
"I just want to go home," he explained. "My head hurts and I'm kinda tired too. Okay?"
Quatre nodded and hesitantly accepted this explanation.
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TBC
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Well... What to say? That's it for now, more to come if you want it that way...
I crave feedback! ^_~
Cya!
- Banshee
I'm back again with yet another story that has no other purpose than to keep me entertained. ^_^
Disclaimer: Same as always. Everybody knows that I don't own the stuff beside the idea so why keep people forcing me to mention it?
For a change this one has no dedication but a proof-reader! (Which is in my opinion pretty much the same since it's Lora we're talking about here...^_^) Thus it's not my fault anymore if there are any errors - blame it all to Lora!!! *cackles* Sorry, L-chan, no offence! ^_~ Again, thanks a lot for beta-ing!
Let's get started now, ne?
- Banshee
- - - - -
Muddled Realities - Chapter 01
- - - - -
Duo got out of the shower and reached for a towel. His twin in the mirror copied his every move and suddenly something about his reflection caught Duo's attention. He turned to face the mirror fully and saw instantly what was off.
Slowly he raised a hand to his forehead and touched it with slightly trembling fingers. Then he brought his hand back down to look closely at his fingers.
They were bloodstained.
Blood from the cross-shaped mark on his forehead that had appeared out of nowhere.
Duo's gaze returned to the mirror and with a startled gasp he realized that the mark was gone again.
But not the blood on his fingers.
- - - - -
The rest of the day Duo tried to stay out of his comrade's ways.
Whatever had happened in the bathroom earlier that day: He didn't trust it to not happen again and he certainly didn't feel like anyone seeing odd bleeding crosses appear on him out of Hell knows where.
Thus he spend the rest of the day either in his room or somewhere outside their safe house at places he was sure nobody would follow him to.
The whole situation got to Duo somewhat. Even if this one incident was the first one he was aware of and there was no evidence that it wouldn't happen again, but it left Duo thinking about it quite hard.
There was always the possibility that he had suffered from a momentary case of hallucinations or insanity or whatever someone who knew what the stuff was about would call it.
It was just that Duo wasn't sure if he liked the possibility that his mind was playing tricks on him any better than everything being reality.
That night Duo tossed and turned in his sleep, not getting any rest and as the first glimpse of dawn could be seen outside, Duo was already up again.
Awake, but not at all rested, he stayed in his room until it was safe to go downstairs where he could now hear the others. After all he was known to always sleep as long as possible and being the first one up would, without a doubt raise some suspicion.
- - - - -
The days passed and it got the more and more difficult for Duo to hide the fact that something was wrong with him from his comrades.
It had started with the bleeding cross on his forehead. That had been four days ago. The mark appeared every now and then and always while Duo was alone. Though the cross always bled it never hurt in any way.
Not that this did help to calm Duo at all.
The second day after the first appearance of the mark he suddenly felt a strange uneasiness overcome him. He had no appetite, wanted to be left alone and constantly felt a light throbbing pain in the back of his head, almost like a headache but not quite.
To make a long story short: Duo wasn't feeling too well even if it was less of a physical sickness and he had more than enough to do with covering it up.
He didn't want anyone to worry or even know about it until he knew -what- was wrong with him.
All his good intentions of keeping everything a secret were nearly thrown away as Duo woke on the third day and his whole body hurt like Hell. But before he even had a chance to react to the pain, it was already gone again.
And today, the fourth day after the first incident, all five of them were on a mission.
Not very likely that Duo would tell them -now- that he had mysterious signs appearing on him and stuff from time to time the past days. Especially since he hadn't felt like there was anything wrong with him at all that day, and it didn't seem like that was going to change anytime soon.
Then again he never knew when something would happen. Heck, he didn't even know -what- was happening at all and it nearly drove him mad.
- - - - -
The mission went well.
Very well.
Too well.
Actually there hadn't been anything for them to do at all.
They had been able to enter the base without any problems but as soon as they were inside they noticed that something was off. It could be a trap but that possibility didn't feel right either.
There simply wasn't anything or anyone around for the base to be a trap.
In fact it was totally deserted - and it looked like it had been this way for quite some time since everything was covered with a thick layer of dust.
Their original mission had been to take out the base which was supposed to be a production place for Leo-parts, but, from the look of it, the only things that had ever been produced here had absolutely nothing to do with anything concerning the war.
After the Gundam-pilots had checked out the whole building to make sure that really nobody was around, they came together to discuss their further actions.
"What the Hell is this here? We've received wrong information before but this is just fucking ridiculous!" Duo sounded quite upset by the whole situation.
His annoying not-quite-headache had made itself known again a while ago and he felt a little pissed.
"Keep your voice down, Duo," Heero scolded him. "There is still a possibility that this is a trap and you could give our position away by shouting like that."
"The Hell is this a trap, Yuy! Who do you think should attack us? There is fucking no one around to hear me even if I screamed my bloody heart out! But, oh, wait! Did you see that? Oh my God! A dust ball just moved! It is going to try and kill me by giving me a coughing fit! Run for it, guys! Sheesh, I'm leaving."
With this Duo turned around and moved towards the door of the room they were in, leaving his four rather stunned comrades behind.
They were well used to Duo's sarcasm and tendency to exaggerate but this time there had been a slightly hostile edge to his voice that was new to them and that left them somewhat speechless - even if it was just for a short time.
Quatre was the first one to recover. He ran after Duo who had in the meantime left the room and was wandering down the corridor.
"Duo, are you alright?" Quatre's worried voice reached Duo shortly before the boy himself appeared at his side.
From behind he could hear the other three boys following in a less hurried manner.
You could always trust Quatre to worry over you. And leave it to him to -always- find a reason to worry too.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Duo nearly snapped at Quatre, who looked rather surprised by the sudden attack.
Duo instantly felt sorry for his harsh reaction and offered Quatre a weak grin.
"I just want to go home," he explained. "My head hurts and I'm kinda tired too. Okay?"
Quatre nodded and hesitantly accepted this explanation.
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TBC
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Well... What to say? That's it for now, more to come if you want it that way...
I crave feedback! ^_~
Cya!
- Banshee
