A/N: Hoo boy, I'm making my sister type this for me ^.^ Laziness goes a long way ne? Anyways, this is a first... R+R
Snowflakes and Fir Trees
(Duo's P.O.V)
Gunshots sounded in the once quiet winter air and screams floated on the breeze.
"Quatre! Trowa! Relena!" I bellowed, pushing my way through the retreating crowd. I found my way to the edge of the crowd and swore under my breath. Relena lay on the ground, her body bloody and silent. A few feet away Quatre was kneeling with Trowa in his arms. I watched for what seemed like eternity before I approached the two young men, crouching down beside them. Quatre glanced up then went back to staring at his dead koi's body. He suddenly got up, carrying the body to the ambulance as it arrived. He laid Trowa's body down on the stretcher and kissed his lips one last time before he turned to walk away. I watched for a moment, concerned when I saw the blood oozing from Quatre's shoulder.
"Quatre! You're hurt!" I called out to him, stepping over Relena's silent body to catch up to him,"Stop Quatre! You'll bleed to death." The arabian boy ignored me, climbing into a car and then staring at me with those shimmering blue eyes of his. With only a seconds worth of hesitation, I climbed into the passenger's seat, studying him.
When I was safely in the car the blonde started to dive. We drove into the sunset and then into the night, the hours tickling by slowly but neither of us spoke. Finally, the silence was too much for me and I had to say something to him.
"Quatre, where are we going?" I asked softly, turning to look at him with my violet eyes.
"To a safe haven, it is just a few more miles from here. I thought whoever had killed the others would well..." he glanced at his shoulder,"Finish the job."
"So we just left Relena and Tro..." I started, never getting to finish before Quatre cut in.
"Don't ever say that name in my presence again Duo Maxwell." He snapped, drawing his now dead blue eyes to the road ahead of them. I jumped, startled, then settled down in the seat, staring emptily out that window at the tiny stars far above.
Finally Quatre stopped the car and got out, walking quickly toward a large house in a grove of fir trees. I got out of the car and followed. The house was enourmas and looked as if it was made in the 18th century. Suddenly Quatre fell over, colapsing in the fresh snow.
"Quatre!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side and kneeling down. I cradled him in my arms and set off toward the Victorian-style house, my pace quickened. I kicked open the door and looked around, bolting down the hallway and entering what looked like a small living room. It was beautifully furnished with black leather sofas and armchairs, burgandy-plush carpet was spread across the floor.
I laid the blonde on one of the larger sofas and removed his shirt gingerly, examining his wound. He had a five inch gash down his right shoulder, probably created by the shrapnel when the assasin blew up a nearby car,"Damn" I muttered, taking off my own navy-blue tee-shirt and pressing it against the gash, trying to stop the flow of the blood there. "Hang in there buddy." I whispered, picking up the bear skin rug off the floor and draping it over the injured boy's body.
I set out wandering the hallway, finding a stairway, I climbed it slowly. At the top and through one of the many doors I discovered the most wonderful bathroom I had ever been in. Thick white carpet lavished the floor and the marble bathtub stood proudly beside the blue, porcelin sink. I opened the medicine cabinate and grabbed the first aid kit which I found within before heading back down the corridor, then down the stairs into the front hall. Stepping once again intp the living room.
Quatre had still not awoken as I kneeled down beside his couch, tending to his wound before wrapping it in a white cloth bandage. As the bleeding stopped, his breath became more stable and he drifted into a more easy sleep.
As I watched him sleep, I had the strangest urge to brush away that hair from his forehead and kiss it tenderly. I dismissed those thoughts and contented myself with pulling up an armchair and watching the angelic figure sleep...
A/N: Was it good? I should hope so oo; I worked not very hard on it... well took my an hour to write.
Snowflakes and Fir Trees
(Duo's P.O.V)
Gunshots sounded in the once quiet winter air and screams floated on the breeze.
"Quatre! Trowa! Relena!" I bellowed, pushing my way through the retreating crowd. I found my way to the edge of the crowd and swore under my breath. Relena lay on the ground, her body bloody and silent. A few feet away Quatre was kneeling with Trowa in his arms. I watched for what seemed like eternity before I approached the two young men, crouching down beside them. Quatre glanced up then went back to staring at his dead koi's body. He suddenly got up, carrying the body to the ambulance as it arrived. He laid Trowa's body down on the stretcher and kissed his lips one last time before he turned to walk away. I watched for a moment, concerned when I saw the blood oozing from Quatre's shoulder.
"Quatre! You're hurt!" I called out to him, stepping over Relena's silent body to catch up to him,"Stop Quatre! You'll bleed to death." The arabian boy ignored me, climbing into a car and then staring at me with those shimmering blue eyes of his. With only a seconds worth of hesitation, I climbed into the passenger's seat, studying him.
When I was safely in the car the blonde started to dive. We drove into the sunset and then into the night, the hours tickling by slowly but neither of us spoke. Finally, the silence was too much for me and I had to say something to him.
"Quatre, where are we going?" I asked softly, turning to look at him with my violet eyes.
"To a safe haven, it is just a few more miles from here. I thought whoever had killed the others would well..." he glanced at his shoulder,"Finish the job."
"So we just left Relena and Tro..." I started, never getting to finish before Quatre cut in.
"Don't ever say that name in my presence again Duo Maxwell." He snapped, drawing his now dead blue eyes to the road ahead of them. I jumped, startled, then settled down in the seat, staring emptily out that window at the tiny stars far above.
Finally Quatre stopped the car and got out, walking quickly toward a large house in a grove of fir trees. I got out of the car and followed. The house was enourmas and looked as if it was made in the 18th century. Suddenly Quatre fell over, colapsing in the fresh snow.
"Quatre!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side and kneeling down. I cradled him in my arms and set off toward the Victorian-style house, my pace quickened. I kicked open the door and looked around, bolting down the hallway and entering what looked like a small living room. It was beautifully furnished with black leather sofas and armchairs, burgandy-plush carpet was spread across the floor.
I laid the blonde on one of the larger sofas and removed his shirt gingerly, examining his wound. He had a five inch gash down his right shoulder, probably created by the shrapnel when the assasin blew up a nearby car,"Damn" I muttered, taking off my own navy-blue tee-shirt and pressing it against the gash, trying to stop the flow of the blood there. "Hang in there buddy." I whispered, picking up the bear skin rug off the floor and draping it over the injured boy's body.
I set out wandering the hallway, finding a stairway, I climbed it slowly. At the top and through one of the many doors I discovered the most wonderful bathroom I had ever been in. Thick white carpet lavished the floor and the marble bathtub stood proudly beside the blue, porcelin sink. I opened the medicine cabinate and grabbed the first aid kit which I found within before heading back down the corridor, then down the stairs into the front hall. Stepping once again intp the living room.
Quatre had still not awoken as I kneeled down beside his couch, tending to his wound before wrapping it in a white cloth bandage. As the bleeding stopped, his breath became more stable and he drifted into a more easy sleep.
As I watched him sleep, I had the strangest urge to brush away that hair from his forehead and kiss it tenderly. I dismissed those thoughts and contented myself with pulling up an armchair and watching the angelic figure sleep...
A/N: Was it good? I should hope so oo; I worked not very hard on it... well took my an hour to write.