Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters by Elton John. Nothing is mine, and if you sue me all I'll give you is my little sister. Thoughts are apostrophies, lyrics are asterisks, and the stuf in ~ is a flashback~ of a memory. Possible ooc-ness. Thank you.
' I wonder what I can find for that trip Duo and I took to L-2.' Chang Wufei thought to himself as he flipped through lyrics for the songs Duo had offered to lend him. "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters? That sounds like Maxwell..." He murmured. He copied out the page and went to his room with the discs.
'Let's see what this will make me think of.' he thought as he programed the player to repeat the track. He pushed the play button and sat down against a wall to think, and listen.
*And now I know/ Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say/ I though I knew/But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City*
~ A woman dropping a flower on a field of blood stained stones, crying on Duo's shoulder after her sojourn with the dead.~
*Until you've seen this trashcan dream come true/And you stand at the edge while people run you through/ And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you/ I thank the lord there's people out there like you*
~ Duo standing behind the crying woman, who is now smiling gracefully. "Wufei, this is Hilde. She's my oldest friend, I've known her since before I knew the professor G and Howard. Hilde, this is Chang Wufei."
"Pleased to meet you"
"Thank you for keeping Duo interested in living, Hilde." Wufei bowed.
"Yeah babydoll, I missed ya!" Duo chimed in.
Hilde smiled again, "C'mon the food's ready!" ~
*While Mona Lisas and mad hatters/ sons of bankers sons of lawyers/ Turn around and say good morning to the night /But unless they see the sky /But they can't and that is why/ They know not if it's dark outside or light*
~Wufei watching Duo. Duo anxiously watching a broadcast of the Alliance's plans to help L-2. Money denied. The pretty elfin face showing emotions like a pane of glass. Terror. Rage. Shock. Grief. Crystal tears. A jester's mask when Wufei touches his shoulder softly. The offer to go back for a while. Quatre pleading with Duo.
"I'm sorry, Duo, I tried but they wouldn't listen. I'm sorry."
"Sure, Quatre. No problem." ~
*This Broadway's got, it's got a lot of songs to sing and if I knew the tune I might join in.*
~ A silent Wufei watching the pilot from L-2 come home~
*I'll go my way alone, sow my own, my own seeds shall be sown, in New York City*
~Duo sobbing in the dark, telling Wufei about Solo, the alleys, the old, the orphanage. Wufei holds him and rocks slowly, trying to comfort the braided pilot. He hears Duo's life in the next lines of the song.~
*Subway's no way for a good man to go down / Rich man can ride but the hobo he can drown / and I thank the lord for the people I have found / I thank the lord for the people I have found*
Wufei stands and shuts off the player. He walks through the house, finding Duo in one of his usual poses- upside down on the couch watching cartoon, chewing that insane purple bubble gum he loves so much. "Maxwell?"
Duo pops a bubble. "Yeah, 'Fei?"
"C'mere."
Duo stands up and walks over to wufei. His eyes grow wide when Wufei hugs him tightly, but he easily returns the hug.
"Thanks Duo." Wufei said as he walked to an armchair to watch whatever Maxwell was watching. Duo thought for a moment as he flipped upside down again, and smiled to himself. Wufei had been doing his homework.
' I wonder what I can find for that trip Duo and I took to L-2.' Chang Wufei thought to himself as he flipped through lyrics for the songs Duo had offered to lend him. "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters? That sounds like Maxwell..." He murmured. He copied out the page and went to his room with the discs.
'Let's see what this will make me think of.' he thought as he programed the player to repeat the track. He pushed the play button and sat down against a wall to think, and listen.
*And now I know/ Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say/ I though I knew/But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City*
~ A woman dropping a flower on a field of blood stained stones, crying on Duo's shoulder after her sojourn with the dead.~
*Until you've seen this trashcan dream come true/And you stand at the edge while people run you through/ And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you/ I thank the lord there's people out there like you*
~ Duo standing behind the crying woman, who is now smiling gracefully. "Wufei, this is Hilde. She's my oldest friend, I've known her since before I knew the professor G and Howard. Hilde, this is Chang Wufei."
"Pleased to meet you"
"Thank you for keeping Duo interested in living, Hilde." Wufei bowed.
"Yeah babydoll, I missed ya!" Duo chimed in.
Hilde smiled again, "C'mon the food's ready!" ~
*While Mona Lisas and mad hatters/ sons of bankers sons of lawyers/ Turn around and say good morning to the night /But unless they see the sky /But they can't and that is why/ They know not if it's dark outside or light*
~Wufei watching Duo. Duo anxiously watching a broadcast of the Alliance's plans to help L-2. Money denied. The pretty elfin face showing emotions like a pane of glass. Terror. Rage. Shock. Grief. Crystal tears. A jester's mask when Wufei touches his shoulder softly. The offer to go back for a while. Quatre pleading with Duo.
"I'm sorry, Duo, I tried but they wouldn't listen. I'm sorry."
"Sure, Quatre. No problem." ~
*This Broadway's got, it's got a lot of songs to sing and if I knew the tune I might join in.*
~ A silent Wufei watching the pilot from L-2 come home~
*I'll go my way alone, sow my own, my own seeds shall be sown, in New York City*
~Duo sobbing in the dark, telling Wufei about Solo, the alleys, the old, the orphanage. Wufei holds him and rocks slowly, trying to comfort the braided pilot. He hears Duo's life in the next lines of the song.~
*Subway's no way for a good man to go down / Rich man can ride but the hobo he can drown / and I thank the lord for the people I have found / I thank the lord for the people I have found*
Wufei stands and shuts off the player. He walks through the house, finding Duo in one of his usual poses- upside down on the couch watching cartoon, chewing that insane purple bubble gum he loves so much. "Maxwell?"
Duo pops a bubble. "Yeah, 'Fei?"
"C'mere."
Duo stands up and walks over to wufei. His eyes grow wide when Wufei hugs him tightly, but he easily returns the hug.
"Thanks Duo." Wufei said as he walked to an armchair to watch whatever Maxwell was watching. Duo thought for a moment as he flipped upside down again, and smiled to himself. Wufei had been doing his homework.