Hell If I Know!
By: Anime Redneck
1-30-04
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Well this was new.
Honestly it was!
See, there was the large, overly orange colored traffic container sitting fifty paces - maybe it was seventy if someone actually walked it instead of riding in the back of a truck and lying them down - away from another one looking exactly the same as the first… And the some twenty odd numbered ones that came before it with the un-godly yellow 'warning' strip around them, lining one half of the road.
Then, if you'd turn your attention to the right of the road you had the complete opposite.
On that side of the road. You had the Shoulder-recently-turned-into-a-Lane, with paved over earthy land, into road, dotted here and there, in un-straight lines by the little road mound reflector things. I've never personally taken the time to figure out what the hell they're called. And I don't plan on it either. They serve their purpose, why the hell do I care what they're called?
See. This is all extremely new to me. Can't you tell?
I mean honestly! It's not like we don't see shit like this every damn day we take this road. It's only been here Shinigami knows how many fuckin' years and it's under construction AGAIN!
I mean dear Hades forbid that we actually need to WIDEN the damn road!
And yes dang it, I do have a predilection for Death, it's carrier, morbid humor and the Underworld. Leave me the Hell alone! Everyone has some kind of quirk. And damn it, that ones mine!
Anyways… like I was saying. We've only had this road for Shinigami knows how many years and they all the sudden decide that I60 needs to be widened. It only has three lanes on each side people. But noooo… We need more lanes! Lets not pay attention to the fact that the other side of I60 on 245 has FIVE lanes each.
But no, we need to add more.
Dark Lady below! Make our lives Hell why don'tcha!? We're only meager working class folk - but please, do tare up our only roads and make us sit in traffic for two hours just to get home. Burning up gas that would be better used actually MOVING for Hades sake!
But no, we don't mind just sitting here twiddling our thumbs while you all move the freeway from one side to the other and back again…
Saa… And the funny part is that I could just as easily lean over, nudge my partner awake and ask what the hell those little deals in the road is called.
I really could! The guy is a bloody genius. I'll be the first to admit though (along with him in a dark room and chained and beaten to admit he has a fault to him - snigger) he's not the best in every field. Like people. He can't stand people. I don't know what it is… But he does not, like to be around people he doesn't know. Weird ain't it? Considering our line of work and all that jazz…
But, no, seriously! You put him in a room filled with people - like a party or banquet - and he'll become a wall ornament. He will not move. He will not speak. His eyes is the only thing you'll see move on him the whole damn time he's there and I am SO not kidding anyone! Dark Lady forbid him actually get thirsty and have to brave the many drooling, babbling cows known to others as "Humans", in the room to venture the drinks table, battle the bartender, grab his bounty and fight his way back to the wall he was previously helping to hold up with the many other people in the room (regardless of they're sex) that don't like being where they happen to be.
I can't help but laugh at it! I've tried many times to get his stubborn ass away from the wall and come dance with me. But hey! Not too many people (well it's vastly been accepted, but you still have some stick-up-the-old-ass-pricks that bitch hell about it) in those kinda rooms are real open to that. Not that I give a damn, mind you! Let 'em think whatever the Hell they want. I care not! MAHAHAHA!! I'm Evil and loving it!
Saa… I respect and love the goober too much to force him onto a dance floor in a banquet hall that he sees as 'enemy territory'. Any foot on that floor is like hopping around trying to avoid land mines and, ya know, that makes for kick ass dancing! If you like that "I've got a fuckin' rat in my pants Get it out! Get it out!" type of thing.
I laugh aloud at that too.
It's so funny, 'cause he does that shit in a room full of people that he ab-so-frickin'-lutly does not know (with more fluid to it, lets be honest now), and it's funny to watch then. If not just because it's funny… Then it's funny because I know that when in a smaller room, with say, twenty people he knows and respects, the others he doesn't know… He can dance with such grace it makes your head tilt to the side in astonished disbelief. How can someone, who not three weeks ago at the 57th's Anniversary Ball, doing the damn "Hamster Dance"… dance the damn Waltz now like he's been doing it all his life?
It's amazing to see the change in him so quickly. It's just his nerves I guess… And I can understand that, really I can. I get the jitters in a room full of people I don't know as well. But I can hide it behind my mask of "cheerful-nothing-can-harm-me" crap. Not a bad mask, have you. You can easily piss people off with a mask like that. It's great. ^_^ Kill them with kindness and all that crap.
So while I don't know what his problem with people exactly is… I have shot an arrow at the guessing board and come up (me thinks) pretty damn close to what the problem is, and to the conclusion that there's no real answer or way to solve said problem…
I do believe that Mr. Genius here doesn't like people because… Drum roll please!
He can't bloody well understand them. O_o
Sincerely now people. Who among us, can say without any hint, flinch or twitch of deceit… Say we understand the average Human?
Because I sure the Hell can't. And I'm known for sitting around and watching people just to see what the hell might make 'em tick, ya know? What makes that person do what he or she does? Why would they want to? Doesn't look like something I'd enjoy doing, so why the hell are they doing it? What's so great about it? Why'd they pick clothes to wear like that and why for today?
Ya know, crap like that. Well more then that, I can do a lot deeper, but yea, that's the main of it. Especially the "Why the Hell are they acting like that?" question. That gets asked a LOT!
I do believe that is why my buddy here can't get along with people. He just plan can't understand what the Hell they're thinking and rationalize out why they do what they do. It's very confusing for him; and I believe on some level it scares him that he doesn't understand this simple knowledge that - Everyone's different and does they're own thing.
It's really, really simple and common knowledge, but somehow in his schooling he's missed this subject being covered. Must've been sick that day or something. I don't know. Gotta love 'im though. The handsome jerk sure does go out of his way to put up a front of indifference; he doesn't give a shit, around those he doesn't know… But around friends, and those he considers family, he lets it drop and its… I don't know what word would really fit there… Touching? To know that he's comfortable enough around us to let his own mask fall.
"Asshole! Use a blinker next time buddy boy! Damn jerk…" glaring ahead of me at the shitty neon sky blue SUV, I sigh and glance to my sleeping passenger, happy to see he's still knocked out. Poor guy.
Having construction going on around us isn't bad enough… We've got morons driving all around us! I've damn near been hit three times! Who the hell slams on the breaks for the hell of it when the next car is a good fuckin' two truck spaces in front of them? Jesuz Chris! It pisses me off! I thought for sure that time, with the force of slamming on MY breaks and jerking forward I'd of work Ro up, but no dice, he was still knocked out cold. Been that way since we got into the truck.
Saa… Anyways. As ya might've guessed, we're on our way home from work. The path is long and boring as Hell - it's also under construction!
X_x Someone please shoot me!
Thirty-minute trip home, now extended to an hour and a half. Please be sure you've brought your popcorn and beer, so you can better snuggle back into your chairs and watch people run around wearing flashy orange and neon yellow vest waving signs, yelling at one another, dropping things and unknowingly making a spectacle of things while they work.
Groan. Maybe it's just the people in the cars, trucks and semi's that go nuts watching these guys. Our mind just seems to warp into "Beat The Hell Outta Everyone" mode.
Don't they have another road they can go pick on? Why's it my road? I've been driving this thing for years! It's never needed to be fixed before! What the hell's up with it now?! Goddamnit! There was paper work for this kinda shit they had to fill out and they certainly hadn't filed it with me!
When I get home, I'm going to complain. Then, when we head to work in the morning, I'm making banners protesting the work on MY road and get others to go down and stand out picking they're noses. Should be interesting to see… especially since what we are is relatively respected and honored to most people in the world. The lowly 'Can't-Think-of-Anything-Better-To-Do-So-I'm-A-Criminal' don't seem to like us. But hey! That's not my fault!
So yea, we're headin' home. It's a nice home.
I flip the jerk cutting in front of me off and ride his ass for a few miles grinning.
Where we work is great and all. There's lots - and I frickin' mean LOTS - of people, many, billions of buildings, loud dogs, some horses, got a few cow - though that's rare… So yeah, lots a stuff and we see more and more very day. It's nice. But we can't stand to live in the city, so we live two hours outside of it in the country. You have to love it. It takes any normal person four hours of driving to get in and back home from where we live. For me. It takes little under an hour. ^_~
Whoever said Stealth doesn't come with Speed - hasn't met me! 'Cause I speed past my little buddies there and never get caught. It's great! Wicked cool to, 'cause ol' Ro doesn't pitch a fit when I do it. He's just as anxious to get back home as I am. After spending all day in the large, overly mass packed square known as a city (also as one of the largest in the States, somewhere in the top ten I think) it's a pleasure to be home where you can actually see the Stars and hear crickets chirp at night. Its wonderful just to sit outside on the porch swing and watch the world around you.
It's private but not if that makes any sense to ya.
What I mean by that is that, we've got a 10-acre track of land (nice huge square of it, not like some rectangle blocked deal) on a 'street' that's got other pieces of land along either side of it in varying acreage. For instance; we've got a lady next to us with 48-acres - we call her "Horse Bitch" 'cause she is and maybe I'll cover that later as to why we call her that. Yeppers, we've got her on the right, she's got 48-acres, to our left is a guy, Steve, who has 25-acres (he's a kicker!). Right across the 'street' (its just a dirt cleared path in the land between each side that's been beaten up with gravel thrown over it ^_^) from us is Jessie and Pat, we nice folk with… Hell I think it was like 26 or 35-acres… can't remember, but doesn't matter.
You get the idea. It's kinda like a street in any city or town, but we've only got like ten people living on it, it's private, and we own different amounts of land. Even with, it's wonderful! We even have parties out here once in a while that everyone on the 'block' comes to! Hell man! It's so quiet out here that when Ed down on the very end throws a party you can hear it up at the middle where we are! That's usually our cue that, if we want to go, now would be a good time. ^_~
Needless to be said - I make the others go! I'm not sittin' at home on my ass when someone's got a jammin' band down the way and a party in full swing! Hell no! Stuffy and tired guys or not, we're partying!
"~There is just enough Christ in me, to make me feel almost guilty… Is that why God made us breed? To make us see we're Humans Being?~"
It's a nice house. Might as well go ahead and tell ya since I really don't think we'll be moving anytime soon. We'll still like, fuckin', half an hour from the exit I need. IF that! >_know there's a back way to get home… I just… can't seem to remember which way it was… Saa… And I adamantly refuse to wake 'Ro up to ask him where it is… 'Cause then he'll get cranky and the poor boy really needs his sleep…
It's a one story. I really wanted a two story, just to have the stairs, ya know? The others just couldn't see my logic in this area of thinking, and flagged me off as a nut and went about they're planning of our new home. Which is funny 'cause… I'm going to be living in the damn thing and they won't let me plan it!
Looking back on the times then, and how I was… Snicker. It was probably for the best. I was known (still am happily!) for thinking up some pretty goofy shit. You wouldn't believe half the suggestions I was throwing out while they're heads were all knocking together trying to draw up the plans.
Say like, for instance, a sink that had a spigot shooting out Kool-aid instead of water? Or the ice machine that spit out crushed ice tea bits? They didn't really like these ideas. Or the sunroof for the bathroom. Grinning evilly I look around innocently. I can't image why not! Thought it was a damn good idea myself! Hell, you'd be able to sit on the toilet and get a suntan all in one sitting! Or shower in midday and tan, either way, I thought it rocked.
"~You break this, I'll break that… You break my balls with all your crap… Spread your disease like lemmings breeding… That's what makes us Humans Being…~"
So its (regrettably) one story. We've got the front facing the gate (I said it should face away from the gate just to confuse the people that visited and make them work a little harder to knock on the front door as was proper, instead of knocking on the back ^_^ No one was amused - Almost… Ro's lips twitched). We've got the front door (or the screen door if you wanna get detailed with me) framed on either side by large windows. On the right side are six 2'x1/2' square windows making up a much larger window for the dinning room. On the left side is a 8'x3' window at shoulder height that's to my room. Nicknamed the "Front Bedroom" or "Duo's Danger Zone". We've got a garage to the right of the dinning room; we don't use it. It's cluttered like you wouldn't believe with a bunch of crap that now… We just don't know whats all in there!
It's really pathetic when you think about it that we've got two crazy "neat freaks" living in the same house. hehe We part all vehicles under the trees surrounding the house. We don't worry about bird shit or anything like that. They're pretty spread out. I think the only birds we've got activity hanging around the house are Humming Birds and that's cause we have feeders for 'em. The others (Crows mainly) get shot at for target practice.
I'll tell you what! They sure beat the Hell out of using paper targets! Them Crows are QUUICK!!
"~Shine on, Shine on… Shine on, Shine on…~" Gods I love this song.
Entering the front door (sadly located in the front 'yard' facing the gates direction), you've stepped into the dinning room! Please keep wary eyes on the table located immediately to your front right side. It tends to attack newcomers.
On the front wall to the right of the door - the near four foot of space between door and large window… We have an ancient ass Record player/AM-FM Radio that looks like a large boxed table. A nicely polished, all natural wood table, I might add. It sounds a lot better then I'm making it out to be, trust me. The thing is like sixty years old and still works! We don't use it though, really… I mean, Q-bean draped a small crochet thing over it and put a pot of lively flowers over it. It's nice to have there though. A real conversational piece if anyone comes over. Kinda an eye catcher.
Then, at the end of that wall on the other side of the dinning room windows, we have a cute country cabinet deal. I don't know what Q-bean called it. It's a cabinet though. It's painted white - I hate that. I think we should strip it down to its natural wood, but no one'll let me. >_
So anyways… It's painted white; goes from floor to a foot and a half from the ceiling. Has two glass doors on the top that show off some of the weirdest (and old I'm told) dishes I've ever seen. Some are nice though. I told Q-bean I lay claim to the bubbly blue glasses if he ever didn't want them. Funny 'cause I'm sure we'll all still be living in the same place if that ever happens, so it's not like they'd be going anywhere. Under the two top doors, you've got a flat drawer that's got some silverware and stuff in it, then under that you've got two more doors (not glass ones this time, they're painted white too -_-) that house more dishes of various kinds.
Behind the front door on the wall there, we've got a small closet. You can find closet things in there. Snigger. Next to that is a beautiful sideboard cabinet - Which I'm damn proud to say I FOUND in an antique sale. It's beautifully natural wood with a dark finish… kinda maple lookin'… It's got these kick ass carvings up the 'legs' of the sides that go from table top to the shelf above, it's got two mini shelves sheltered behind the legs. The whole back of this deal in the middle is a mirror. We've got some old oil lamps, frog and pig, Elivs, and even some cow figurines and some really neat lookin' rocks we found while walking around on the small shelves and the bigger stuff on the top one that runs along the whole deal. The 'table top' holds a money jar, some other jars, a stuffed animal or two girls from the office gave us for holidays, and some dishes. The cabinet doors below, and the one medium sized flat drawer hold games, candles, and knickknacks… You name it; it's probably in there.
"~Some low life flat head scum infects, The sickness in his eyes reflects… You wonder why your life is screaming… Wonder why your Humans Being…~"
Then there's the dinning table that dominates the dinning room. You've got a wall in front of it that has a bar on the right with overhanging cabinets, you've got a slightly larger then a door walkway before the wall starts up going into the hallway on the left. Other side of the bar is the kitchen. Don't make me tell you what's in there. I'm sure we ALL know what's kept in a kitchen.
Ours is a nicely done country like one. It's green, pale yellows, dusty baby blues and silvers. Sounds weird, but trust me! With the stencil work Tro-man put into it… Dark Lady it just kicks ass! He used the silver and dusty blue to make neat vines crawling along the walls… The pale yellow is used to highlight some of the darker corners, in other places used as small suns in various stages… The green… Well that's mainly the cabinets and whatnot. We've got beige too… I'm tellin' ya, it's hard to picture, but you'd have to see it to know how well it really works together.
Okay, suppose with moving the few inches that we are, I can spare to tell you what the kitchen is set up like - not what's in it.
Like I said, you've got the bar on the right side with cabinets hanging over it. Well there's also another set of cabinets with glass doors that meet those over the bar in a 'L' against the garage wall. Under those cabinets the bar still runs, only for about five foot before it and the wall stop. It takes a sharp right where you crash into a door that leads to the garage where you can find bunches of crap we don't half of what's out there. We do know that there's a deep freeze and the washer and dryer is out there. The rest? Well that's up for anyone's grabbing at.
From the garage door on the left there's the pantry where most of the food's kept. If you stand at the door leading into the Forgotten Lands (garage) you're lookin' at another doorway. That was normally going to be the back door. Yet upon pondering that to do further, Fei came up with the idea to make it look like it used to be the back yard and had a den built there instead. So it's a doorway, but goes into the den (living room for y'all that're high class). The fridge is on the left of the Den doorway followed by a counter, microwave, then sink (we have a window above said sink looking into the Den) then more counter and finally a corner that takes a dangerous left turn at the stove, then coffee pot and oven.
I'm not telling what's in the Den. We've got a TV, some chairs, a couch, a game station. ^_^ Now on to the other part of the house! Gods, I'm descriptive, eh? Think Ro's habit of getting things down to the letter are rubbing off on me. Well! That's better then some of the habits he has, right? ^_~
Back in the dinning room, if you go down that short ass hallway there, there's another closet, then a linen closet. In front of that is my room! Well the door for it anyway. Take a right ('cause you can't go left) and you go down a little ways coming to a stop at the end of the hall. It's only like twelve twenty foot long, nothing fancy. At the end to your immediate left is Tro-man's room. To the right the bathroom, and to the front Fei and Q-beans room.
That dare I say, is the extent of the house. Nice eh? It's not fancy. It's nicely country and simple. Always smells nice. We've got half cedar walls, it's really cool! You walk in from being in the city all day long and it's like "Aww damn! It's bitchin' to be home!" Of course that gets you funky looks from the people you live with. But since they know you, they let the comment slide translating it into English for, "Thank god I'm home and away from the smog, heart clutches of the city!"
Shrug. It all works out.
"~Shine on, Shine on… Shine on, Shine on…~" Damn! What an ass! I can't believe people like that dude. Shit. If your gonna get on an exit ramp to go South. Fuckin' stay on the exit ramp! Don't wait half an hour, decide to hell with it then try turning off of it to get hit. What an ass… Shaking my head I sigh looking over the traffic we're still stuck in. Ro's still sleeping. Damn, wish I could, but I'm driving.
"~Humans… Humans Being… We're just Humans, Humans Being…~" Na, na naa! Dun, dun de rum! Guitar jammin'! "~That's what makes us, Humans Being……~" And the crowd goes wild! Thank you! Thank you! No really! I appreciate the applause.
Hmm nuttin' like great music to cheer you on while driving… Well while doing anything boring unless it's good friends, music and drinks! Ah cha cha cha!
Hey! That's right I forgot! There's a smaller house 'bout four hundred fifty yards from the main house. It's not really a house, more like a really big bedroom. Put it this way. You could fit me and Fei's room in the thing, ight? Know what? It's ALL Ro's room! Lucky bastard. Glancing at him I grin. He's got all kindsa shit in there. Even cleared out some brush behind it and made a practice area for sparring and stuff that him and Fei like to practice. Pretty neat. Not my type of deal though. Lucky bastard's got the biggest room!
Dark Lady this is boring as Hell!
Actually, now that's not right… The Underworld is a lot funner then this…
What the fuck was the alternate way to get home again? There's no way I'm nudging Ro up to ask him about it. I'd never hear the end of it! In our line of work we have to know ways to get around things like this and… I don't remember… How embarrassing… But I guess since he's asleep I don't have to worry about it. heh
I think what I'm lookin' for is three exits up there… Normally I'd pass all of 'em up, and take the second one after that straight on home… But… I know there's something laughing at me in the back of my head 'cause I can't fully remember where its at. But if I can get off NOW, I can take the feeder to the right spot and carry on from there. Hope to hell Ro doesn't wake up and find out we're lost, and preceed to beat the crap outta me while I'm driving!
Hades! What'd we tell the guys at work? "No dude, I didn't get beaten by a bear! I-" I couldn't very well tell them that Ro took The Club and started hitting me anywhere he could 'cause I got us lost and he had to stay awake long enough to drive us home! Shit that'd be the lowest of being embarrassed one person could get.
I can see it now. Walking into the office… long sleeves, a cap and shades… It's 80 outside with 75 humidity… Everyone's in the shortest sleeve shirts they can find in uniform blue… I'm sweating like a dog, worrying about keeping the temporary "The Club" tattoos on my arms and head hidden from the others. Ro'd see the looks, smirk and try not to laugh at me or the others.
Yup. I can see that happening. That's why it's NOT going to happen! I'm going to find the other way to get home and he'll NEVER know about any of this!
Being that I'm talking to myself helps a ton in that factor.
I wonder if Baby Doll's comin' over this weekend or not?
Goddamn this is boring. I'm working my way over to the right lane. I'm in the middle lane (there's four), it's happening, very, very slowly. It's become Asshole Day on I60 because of construction.
Music isn't helping anymore.
I've now got random thoughts flying around my head that even I am scared to think about. I swear that if I started to sing what's running through my head out loud now, even Ro in his sleep would think I'm bloody crazy!
Ohhh lookie there! One lane away from the goal! There's a truck by me - and by that I mean a Semi. I can't be mean to them guys. They're great truckers, it's the other pricks behind the wheel that they have to worry about. Never had a problem driving near a Semi before either. Real nice folk.
My uncle drives one. Howard's a goofball though. Runs in the family. I'm told all the time how I could even make a clown crack up with my humor - or scare them. Depends on what mood I'm in apparently.
I give a shrug never really paying attention to what comes out of my mouth before. Probably why I get into trouble a lot. ^_^'
Cuttin' off the guy in the stupid looking green Bug behind the Semi, I give a hootin' holler and cheer from my now conquered right lane. "This is my dance space. That's your dance space… Leave me the Hell alone!" The dude doesn't look too happy. Like I care. I just wanna get hooommmeeeee…
"Old MacDuo had a Freeway, ei ei ooo… And on this Freeway sat a flock of ticked off Worker Dorks, ei ei ooo… With a "Getcha ass over here!" and a "Put that brick there!" there, here a Dork, there a Dork, everywhere a Dork Dork!"
This was seriously going to wound him mentally for life… or just until the next time he had to drive this road. Thankfully though, the next time was Ro's turn to drive.
"Old MacDuo had a Freeway, ei ei ooo… And on this Freeway was a man pickin' his nose, ei ei ooo… With a Pick a little here, Maybe some over there, Rub it off and hide it there! Everywhere a Pickin' some.
"Old MacDuo had a Freeway, ei ei ooo… And on this Freeway sat a beat up Toyota with shitty fumes, ei ei ooo… With a person coughing here, person coughing over there. Here a cough, there a cough everywhere a cough cough!"
Dear Hades save him!
"Old MacDuo had a Freeway, ei ei ooo… And on this Freeway was a Bobcat, ei ei ooo… Diggin' little here, throwin' it over there, Makin' life Hell for the normal man! Everywhere ya looked!"
Shit. That was it he was done for. Sanity has LEFT the building!
"Old MacDuo had a Freeway, ei ei ooo… And on this Freeway was a crazy man, ei ei ooo… Sanity left 'im 'cause he stopped and it kept goin'! Ei ei ooo… And with this crazy man were thoughts of murder… 'Cause he couldn't remember his dadgum brother, ei ei ooo… Gettin'' tired of sittin' on his ass all day the crazy man said, "HELL WITH THIS!" kicked in the Four Wheels and drove down the side of the freeway cheering with every bump and honkin' his horn wildly 'cause he was a Crazy son-of-a-bitch for THINKING THIS!!!"
You know. There comes a time in ones life where they come to inherit the vast, very important knowledge that, going down the freeways 45 degree land covered side is probably not the brightest of ideas. But it SURE scares the shit out of people below you! MAHAHAHA!
Well! After that little heart beating warm up exercise, I think I'm relatively ready to have some more fun!
That in mind I switch off the 4x4 drive and kick into regular hauling ass down the feeder laughing at the idiots still stuck on the freeway. Sorry. I can't stand sitting still for any length of time. As Ro or the other guys, they can vouch for me.
Do de doo… This place looks slightly familiar… Didn't we bust Jose "Mase" Contez? The one that didn't know his 'nickname' was spelled wrong and was tryin' to pass off a .45 as a water gun while drunk?
Hmph. Well at least I'm not heading back to the station… I'd be in deep shit then…
Twenty minutes later… I think it's been that long… Not sure, but I DO know I'm following the freeway so I'm in the relative right path for the way home. I hope. Because… Ro's waking up. I think that cutting across the median to the other side was a little more bumpier then he liked.
"Duo…" he murmurs, dark eyes cracking open enough to look around us before throwing a mild sleepy look my way. "Where are we?" The other half of that question being 'Shouldn't we be home now?' was left silent. Really, he didn't need to tell me this.
"Hell if I know!" Lets be honest about it now! I'm lost. Damn lost.
He blinks. "Hn" snuggles deeper into the chair, batting his gun away from digging into his hip and goes back to sleep.
O_o And people talk about MY sleeping habits! Welp! Don't have to worry about him beating me now. Just have to worry about getting home…
Thanatos help me!
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Well alrighty then! ^_^ That's the first chapter to "Hell If I Know"! Hope ya liked. Nice name ain't it? I couldn't think of one. That popped up and sounded appropreate (I know spelled wrong) for the fic. You'll see why later. ~_^
I hope y'all enjoyed Duo's strange self. Please review and let me know how it goes and I'll work on the next for this one (or whatever story catches my writing fancy! ^_^) Dankes!!
Keep it kickin'! ~ AR
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Disclaimer:.. We don't own Gundam Wing.. We surely don't own Inuyasha.. So you can't sue me or send Sango's boomarang after me either! I'll sick Sean on you! I own 'im and my truck and the plot to this story if I actually had one. ^___^ ::crackles::