Disclaimer: I have yet to conquer the world, so no, I do not own this.
A/N: This had been on my desk for a very long time. Thought I'd try to put up a chapter. The prologue may sound happy, but it's not. This is an angst piece.
Prologue:
Bubbles
His lidded obsidian eyes watched the ceiling as he took in a deep breath and blew gently. Bubbles in all their ghost-like and whimsical beauty floated in the air before him. One landed on a softly rounded nose and popped.
"Where do they go?" he mused aloud. "Where do the bubbles go when they pop?" here he nodded his head gravely, as if making a very difficult decision. "When they disappear, do they just disappear into nothingness or do they or do they have a place to disappear to?" He asked softly as another bubble popped. He reached up and popped yet another with a long and graceful index finger. "Is that where they went when they went away? Where the bubbles popped? He said that he would get killed one day didn't he? But did he pop instead? Can people pop? Once I saw a man in a fire...he popped." He cocked his head at a light rustling noise. It was probably just Trowa. He was with Wufei quite a great deal after he `popped'. He was trying to get him to tell everyone. What he saw. Never. Never. Wufei ignored Trowa and continued to talk to himself. "But him...I never wanted to kill him. Is that what you're supposed to do? Kill people you love? I don't wanna love anymore then..." the blackened
eyes lowered and he put the cap back on the bottle of bubbles. A child's toy. Was he a child? He might have been once. Yes, yes, he was a child. He used to smile, maybe even laugh. That is until war raked it's ugly claws across his face and took the one most important to him. She was like his sister. Maybe she even was. It was too hard to remember. It's hard to remember when you are the last of your kind. "I don't want anyone else to pop..." Years later, he fell in love or it might have been love if his love hadn't have died in battle. And at Wufei's own hands. It was the way his love had said he wanted it. Sometimes, though he would never tell anyone this, when he looked down at his hands, they were covered in blood. And sometimes, he still dreamed of him. But that was only sometimes.........
Duo shook his head making his long braid swing like the pendulum in a Grandfather Clock.
"What happened to you Wu-man?" he asked softly. The Chinese boy didn't pay heed to the quiet words spoken; he lay on his bed in a pair of red pajama bottoms-nothing else-and looked up at the ceiling. Duo recalled when he had first become this way. He had been out with Heero and Quatre they were going shopping for groceries. Trowa was off doing Shingami knows what, leaving Wufei alone in the house. It was about three months after the war. When they had gotten back, Wufei was in Trowa's room, slumped in a corner, wide eyed and white faced. Trowa was never seen from then to the current day. It was almost a year now; Wufei had barely spoken a word since that day. This was the most he had said as of late. Relena was quite worried about him and visited often. (The God of Death was suspicious that that was a ploy to let her see Heero more often,) But here's what really got Duo: Wufei was skittish around Relena, terrified of her really. Wouldn't let her get near him. The old Wufei
would shout her down and call her a weak onna. But now, whenever she was over, he stayed close to Duo and would whimper and grab his arm if the pink plastered she-devil came near. The other thing that Duo didn't understand was that Wufei seemed to be closer to him now. Maybe because it was he who had first found the Chinese boy in a state of shock on their soon-to-be-missing comrade's floor that must be why the once-Nataku pilot was so close to him now. Right? It had to be.
"Wu-man," Duo called to his friend just loud enough to be heard, "Quat's got dinner ready. You're favorite. Low Main. (A/N: I dunno how to spell Chinese cuisine!) Wufei looked up and smiled briefly. He nodded and rose from his bed.
"Hungry?" Duo quired. Wufei simply nodded again. Duo made this next statement with trepidation. "Relena's eating with us." Onyx eyes widened and a doll-like yet strong hand gripped his arm, as if to say `Why didn't you *tell* me???' Duo gave the hand a warm squeeze.
"Dun worry Wufei... I'll... I'll protect you." //From what??// Duo wondered. //What do I have to protect him from? Protect? Where did *that* come from any ways?? I'm starting to act like Q-man... ...// Duo thought as he lead the other boy down the stairs.
Grinning Reaper: What a shock! Reaper-chan is writing something other than humor!! My usual pairings.........maybe, heh heh heh! Any-hoo, I want 5 (ya got that? 5!) reviews before I post the next chapter.
Quatre: Really, bribing you readers...
Grinning Reaper: Well I need feedback or how am I going to know how to improve?
Sorrow: (angst muse) REVIEW THE STORY WORTHLESS MORTALS!!! BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRN!
Quatre: Eh, he means that he'd appreciate it very much if you told Reaper-chan what you thought.
Grinning Reaper: Oh, I forgot my shpeal about flames. (ahem) Good reviews shall be cherished and flames will be used to toast marshmallows. Also, I decided to make Wufei the `traumatized' one because there aren't very many fics where he's not all there. As you know, I like to do things differently. Now, with that out of the way...R&R onegai ishimase!
A/N: This had been on my desk for a very long time. Thought I'd try to put up a chapter. The prologue may sound happy, but it's not. This is an angst piece.
Prologue:
Bubbles
His lidded obsidian eyes watched the ceiling as he took in a deep breath and blew gently. Bubbles in all their ghost-like and whimsical beauty floated in the air before him. One landed on a softly rounded nose and popped.
"Where do they go?" he mused aloud. "Where do the bubbles go when they pop?" here he nodded his head gravely, as if making a very difficult decision. "When they disappear, do they just disappear into nothingness or do they or do they have a place to disappear to?" He asked softly as another bubble popped. He reached up and popped yet another with a long and graceful index finger. "Is that where they went when they went away? Where the bubbles popped? He said that he would get killed one day didn't he? But did he pop instead? Can people pop? Once I saw a man in a fire...he popped." He cocked his head at a light rustling noise. It was probably just Trowa. He was with Wufei quite a great deal after he `popped'. He was trying to get him to tell everyone. What he saw. Never. Never. Wufei ignored Trowa and continued to talk to himself. "But him...I never wanted to kill him. Is that what you're supposed to do? Kill people you love? I don't wanna love anymore then..." the blackened
eyes lowered and he put the cap back on the bottle of bubbles. A child's toy. Was he a child? He might have been once. Yes, yes, he was a child. He used to smile, maybe even laugh. That is until war raked it's ugly claws across his face and took the one most important to him. She was like his sister. Maybe she even was. It was too hard to remember. It's hard to remember when you are the last of your kind. "I don't want anyone else to pop..." Years later, he fell in love or it might have been love if his love hadn't have died in battle. And at Wufei's own hands. It was the way his love had said he wanted it. Sometimes, though he would never tell anyone this, when he looked down at his hands, they were covered in blood. And sometimes, he still dreamed of him. But that was only sometimes.........
Duo shook his head making his long braid swing like the pendulum in a Grandfather Clock.
"What happened to you Wu-man?" he asked softly. The Chinese boy didn't pay heed to the quiet words spoken; he lay on his bed in a pair of red pajama bottoms-nothing else-and looked up at the ceiling. Duo recalled when he had first become this way. He had been out with Heero and Quatre they were going shopping for groceries. Trowa was off doing Shingami knows what, leaving Wufei alone in the house. It was about three months after the war. When they had gotten back, Wufei was in Trowa's room, slumped in a corner, wide eyed and white faced. Trowa was never seen from then to the current day. It was almost a year now; Wufei had barely spoken a word since that day. This was the most he had said as of late. Relena was quite worried about him and visited often. (The God of Death was suspicious that that was a ploy to let her see Heero more often,) But here's what really got Duo: Wufei was skittish around Relena, terrified of her really. Wouldn't let her get near him. The old Wufei
would shout her down and call her a weak onna. But now, whenever she was over, he stayed close to Duo and would whimper and grab his arm if the pink plastered she-devil came near. The other thing that Duo didn't understand was that Wufei seemed to be closer to him now. Maybe because it was he who had first found the Chinese boy in a state of shock on their soon-to-be-missing comrade's floor that must be why the once-Nataku pilot was so close to him now. Right? It had to be.
"Wu-man," Duo called to his friend just loud enough to be heard, "Quat's got dinner ready. You're favorite. Low Main. (A/N: I dunno how to spell Chinese cuisine!) Wufei looked up and smiled briefly. He nodded and rose from his bed.
"Hungry?" Duo quired. Wufei simply nodded again. Duo made this next statement with trepidation. "Relena's eating with us." Onyx eyes widened and a doll-like yet strong hand gripped his arm, as if to say `Why didn't you *tell* me???' Duo gave the hand a warm squeeze.
"Dun worry Wufei... I'll... I'll protect you." //From what??// Duo wondered. //What do I have to protect him from? Protect? Where did *that* come from any ways?? I'm starting to act like Q-man... ...// Duo thought as he lead the other boy down the stairs.
Grinning Reaper: What a shock! Reaper-chan is writing something other than humor!! My usual pairings.........maybe, heh heh heh! Any-hoo, I want 5 (ya got that? 5!) reviews before I post the next chapter.
Quatre: Really, bribing you readers...
Grinning Reaper: Well I need feedback or how am I going to know how to improve?
Sorrow: (angst muse) REVIEW THE STORY WORTHLESS MORTALS!!! BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRN!
Quatre: Eh, he means that he'd appreciate it very much if you told Reaper-chan what you thought.
Grinning Reaper: Oh, I forgot my shpeal about flames. (ahem) Good reviews shall be cherished and flames will be used to toast marshmallows. Also, I decided to make Wufei the `traumatized' one because there aren't very many fics where he's not all there. As you know, I like to do things differently. Now, with that out of the way...R&R onegai ishimase!