Started: January 21, 2001
Finished: January 21, 2001
Disclaimer: Same. Can you actually sue someone who's completely broke?
*ponders* Well, I guess. ^_~ So don't sue, 'kies? 'M just borrowing the
characters for a while... don't worry, I'll make sure to wash 'em and put 'em
to sleep by bedtime!
Okay, 1+2/2+1... can't help it, okay! Stop looking at me like that!
Comments!Feedback!Criticism! (Flames will be used for roasting marshmellows)
Imminent Fate, part 1
Shamera
sitafire@hotmail.com
Duo pressed his forehead to the cool glass before letting out a minute
sigh. It was raining outside... the mere fact which could once get him up and
bouncing out the door in an attempt to play in the rain. Every one of them
had missed enough childhood for them to give up on what was left of their
lives...
But he really didn't feel like it today. It was one of those days where
he wished that he could just hide himself under the covers and sleep his life
away. He had left his room because he knew that there was no way he could
keep a smile today. It wasn't the date that bothered him... oh no. It was
just one of those days where he couldn't tell the difference between reality
and fantasy. When he couldn't remember if he had dreamed up an event, or if
it had been real.
"Duo?"
He turned to see Quatre smiling gently at him from outside the door.
The blonde Arabian was hiding his hands in his jeans pocket, looking very
much like a nervous teen.
Which he was supposed to be. But wasn't.
"Duo?" Quatre asked again, looking at him worriedly before walking up
to the dim light that made out the American's figure. Sitting himself on the
otherside of the windowsill, Quatre peered at his friend. "What's wrong?"
Duo sat blankly for about a minute before blowing out his breath. There
was a hint of sadness in the normally happy voice as he said, "Nothing,
actually. I don't know what's wrong with me today, Quatre. I'm sorry for
worrying you... I'm just not really in the mood to talk today."
The Arabian gave a small sigh and nodded. "Alright, then. I suppose we
all know how you feel... and I'll make sure the others leave you alone for
today. But just remember, if you feel like talking, or just some companion-
ship, we're all here to help."
Duo gave no response. He looked out the glass at the light rain that
was falling outside, and again wondered why he was so bothered by the dark
skies. There was a soft 'click' as Quatre exitted and closed the door behind
him, making sure that no one else would disturb Duo in his thoughts.
With a soft sigh, Duo pulled his knees up to his chest. Today just felt
so *wrong*. He knew there was something bothering him... but Hell! He just
couldn't figure out why he was so upset.
_Well,_ he thought with a smirk, _Maybe I can._
Considering how distant Heero had been acting for the past week, it was
a miracle that Duo had kept it together for so long. Duo knew Heero better
than the other boy thought he did. He could feel the times when Heero would
just stare at his back, wondering why Duo did the things he did.
The dark haired Japanese pilot was a complete mystery to almost anyone
who met him. Perhaps that was why Relena was so attracted to Heero. It would
take a strong person to figure that mystery out.
He wondered if it was the mystery he had come to love, or the person.
It wouldn't be fair to Heero if... Duo pushed his bangs from his face
violently. Heero falling in love with him was unexpected. Duo hadn't the time
to come to terms with his own emotions yet, and he was very surprised that
the Perfect Soldier had already accepted his own feelings.
_He probably already analized the feeling and word until he realized
that he can't push it away,_ Duo thought sarcastically. _So much for no
weaknesses. But... can I do the same?_
He had no doubt that he loved Heero. He knew that Heero felt the same.
So now it's just a fucking fairy tale come true, right?
Wrong.
Dear God, why couldn't anything be easy in his life? The one thing that
he was conviced was going to be the hardest challenge for him whapped him in
the face and melted into a puddle.
What did he mean by that? He didn't know.
_Heero..._ Duo gave a shake to his head, and listened carefully as he
heard Quatre whisper to Wufei about not disturbing him. Heero was out getting
the groceries for them, (Duo had no doubt that every meal for the next week
was going to be disgustingly healthy... and that Duo just might 'find' one or
two of the snacks he had 'hidden' away so long ago that he forget about it.)
and Trowa was out on some minor mission.
Leaning his head against the cool glass again, Duo watched the rain
drip down the window, focusing his eyes to the dim-lit streets outside. Maybe
if he looked hard enough, he could see Heero coming back...
Wait. There.
Duo squinted as he saw a black shape stop slowly approch the house. He
was on the second floor, but visibility was poor in this weather. Who in the
world would possibly be out now(except for him, of course)? Even Heero drove
when it was raining, not wanting to 'endanger' the mission by getting sick.
^Duo.^
Duo startled, nearly falling out of his window seat as he turned
around, about to give Wufei a piece of his mind for interrupting his
thoughts, maybe also wipe that smirk on the Chinese boy's face which was sure
to be there because Duo was actually *thinking* for once...
There was no one in the room.
A flash of lightning gave the darkened room an eerie look before the
light faded, giving way to the small lamplight that was lit on the desk. Duo
held his breath as his violet eyes scanned the room, looking and spreading
his senses to see if there was anyone else in the room besides him.
Again, no one.
The lightning flashed again, this time strange because of the odd
silence that accompanied it instead of the usual thunder rolling.
Mentally scolding himself for being so childishly scared of monsters
and thunderstorms, Duo turned his attention on the outside world once more.
Everything still looked the same, down the the black figure that had been
moving before.
That black figure. Duo pressed his face against the glass, hoping to
see more than just the form. As he studied the disfigured form, he realized
he was looking at a horse. No, not really a horse. It had something large
attached to its back. TWO large somethings.
_A Pegasus?_ He quickly went over the Greek mythologies that included
Pegasus in it, then shook his head. Such creatures did not exist.
Then why was the thought of a pegasus so familiar... and comforting?
Sure, he believed in the omens that unicorns were good luck... but he hadn't
ever heard of anything about Pegasus before. A legendary horse that flew
heros? Very unlikely.
Duo pressed both hands to the glass now, searching for the black
figure, wishing that it would look up at him. He couldn't see the black horse
anymore, and that made Duo sad, though he was unsure why.
"It was probably a trick of the light," Duo murmured to himself, taking
his hand back from the glass that was now so cold. He smiled grimmly to
himself, and stretched his legs out on the rest of the windowsill. He really
had to get out of that attitude before Heero came back. It wouldn't be too
nice to subject the poor, confused soldier to a load of pissed Duo, would
it?
Naaaaah. Too tempting.
Feeling a tiny bit of his usual cheer come back to him, Duo bounced off
the seat he was sitting on and gave a good stretch, hearing his back pop in a
way that just felt *so good*...
There was a slight push on his arm, a nuzzling that make Duo look side-
ways to see what he was brushing against.
Liquid dark eyes looked back at him patiently.
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ --- @o@!!
Quatre looked up from where he was reading on the couch to see Heero
entering the room, scowling and brushing wet bangs aside. "Ohayo, Heero."
The blonde boy said with a smile. "I take it you forgot the umbrella?"
"Hn." Heero grunted and made his way up the stairs, pausing only to
take a look at the door which he came from.
Quatre knew that he should probably tell Heero about Duo's mood, but
then pushed it aside as he realized that Heero was the only one who hadn't
ever seen Duo's dark moods. It was about time for the pilot of Wing to
realize that Duo Maxwell actually took some time everyday to himself just to
think about things. Quatre knew that Duo didn't want Heero to know, but there
were just some things that Heero had to know about Duo if they were to work
together on a more... private level.
"Do you really think that those two will ever stop to realize how they
keep dancing around each other?" Quatre asked to the darkness behind the
couch.
There was a faint ruffling noise as Trowa shifted, not answering the
small Arabian in words but in the presense that he was thinking about it.
Quatre looked back at his book, the words forgotten. "I hope so."
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^ --- .!!
Alicorn...
Duo pressed his face into the thick, black hide. He didn't know why
the creature was so familiar, but he wasn't going to complain.
He had nearly shrieked when he saw the dim shape of the winged horse
that had been in the streets behind him. But when the small horse nuzzled
him on the chest, it was just so... *right*. It didn't even bother Duo that
there was a foot long black horn pertruding from the creature's forehead.
Things had gone on from there as Duo verbally tried to communicate
with the animal, a bit in awe of the mythical creature that was so fond of
him. To his disappointment, the alicorn didn't seem to understand what he
was saying, much less his questions about 'how the hell an alicorn could
exist in days like these...'
It was when the creature folded a wing around him that he realized
questions like that were useless. It was probably just a dream. A dream that
he had better take advantage of, considering the luck it meant to have a
mythical creature visit your dreams.
Duo sighed happily against the alicorn's neck. He was curled up against
the black mare, warm with a blanket of rough feathers protecting his back.
The horse smelled of fresh rain, and Duo couldn't help but wonder at how he
was going to explain this to Heero if the alicorn was real.
He could feel the mare nuzzling his forehead, and frowned at how real
the contact felt. The alicorn was real enough in his mind. He could almost
remember times like this... but he had been a child then.
He remembered this warm feel and the smell of fresh rain before he had
met Solo... when he had been alone on the streets. He remembered the feeling
after Solo died, before he was brought to the church. And also after the
church fell... he remembered curling up to a warmth that had nuzzled him,
made him feel safe when he was alone. The feel of weathered feathers that had
once been soft, and the thought that he had to get through the situation
intact because he was still needed.
"I remember you," Duo murmured into the feathers, his hand curling
around the mane of black hair that was slipping down the thick neck. "You're
the one who gave me to Howard... was there when I was on that shuttle..."
The alicorn whinnied softly, careful not to disturb the teenaged boy
who was slipping into sleep by her side.
"You're as dark as the night," Duo continued to talk, not caring if his
speech was getting slurred. "What's your name, Night Mare? Or should I just
call you NightMare? I think it's rather appropriate..."
Liquid black eyes stared blankly at him, urging him to go to sleep.
Resting his head on the black hide, Duo's eyes slid shut slowly. He
gave a lopsided smile as he realized he was forgetting all about this
incident.
^Sleep, young one. You have a big battle ahead.^
Duo nodded slowly. "'Kay." His voice was faint. "But I wish I'd
remember you when I wake up... I wanna remember this..."
The alicorn... NightMare, just settled to watch the American boy slip
into a deep slumber before moving again.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* --- ^_~!!
Toweling his hair dry, Heero slipped into the room that he and Duo
shared. He had showered to get the acidy rain from his body, and was now
curious to see how his partner would try to bother him today.
Heero couldn't deny the growing attraction between him and the pilot
of DeathScythe anymore than he could deny the fact that he was human. He
hadn't realized this until last week, when Duo and Wufei had been called to
a mission, and he had the room all to himself.
He had never been so unnerved by the silence in his life. There was no
music playing in the background, no sound of feet from someone running across
the room and bouncing up and down trying to get his attention. Not even the
soft breathing that was now so familiar, so calm and soothing to Heero.
Closing the door behind him, Heero turned on the lights in the room.
Sure, the lamp was on... but Duo wasn't usually one who liked the darkness.
He was perfectly fine with turning on everything he could to make him look
like he was in a constant spotlight.
Turning around, Heero was startled slightly by the image of Duo asleep
at the windowsill, his head in the soft curtains and one hand curled under
his chin, pulling at the silk curtain.
Heero had watched Duo sleep many, many times. Each time was embedded
permenately into Heero's memory, the image of Duo looking so peaceful and
young and... *innocent* was something that Heero was not used to. But this
time... this time there was a genuine smile splitting Duo's face, making the
other boy unbearably cute.
Heero's eyes softened considerbly as he took in that thought. Walking
lightly enough not to wake the sleeping boy, Heero slipped his arms under
Duo and lifted him up, standing there for a moment and enjoying the sensation
of having the DeathScythe pilot so close.
Duo's hand, having left the grasp of the curtain, now seeked Heero's
shirt as he fisted a bunch of the soft material and sighed, snuggling into
Heero's chest.
Wing's pilot froze, his arms going rigid as Duo snorted in complaint.
It took a few minutes before Heero was able to move again, walking to Duo's
bed and gently laying the boy down under the blankets, making sure to pull
the comforter up to Duo's chin.
Taking an extra minute just to look at Duo, Heero allowed himself a
small smile that strained at his mouth muscles. There was just something
about the self-proclaimed Shinigami that was so attractive. Some light in
who Duo was that made the people around him feel so much lighter. He wasn't
sure what it was, but Heero felt that he just had to understand that feeling
before he was worthy enough to recieve it.
Taking care to allow Duo's hand to grip the comforter, Heero sat down
on his own bed. He should really be scanning for missions right now... be
looking for something that OZ was hiding up their sleeve.
But that could wait just a while longer. He would watch Duo for just a
while longer....
@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@ --- ;-D !!
NightMare turned her head and shook out her mane. The rain was starting
to soak into her wings, but she didn't mind. Her little one was safe again..
The Dark Ones were taking an interest in her adopted human, and was sneaking
in to darken moods... but she would make sure that her Duo didn't stay un-
happy. He had to be innocent to fight the Darkness.
She gave her wings a great flap, and rose higher in the air. She would
make sure that he was safe. She wouldn't... couldn't, loose her child again.
End part 1.
My Muse- *glares at Alycilos, who cringes back* is being mean. *GLA~ARE*
He knows perfectly well that I have an 8-page research paper due tomorrow
but won't let me start. *sigh* *pokes Alycilos* Meanie.
Finished: January 21, 2001
Disclaimer: Same. Can you actually sue someone who's completely broke?
*ponders* Well, I guess. ^_~ So don't sue, 'kies? 'M just borrowing the
characters for a while... don't worry, I'll make sure to wash 'em and put 'em
to sleep by bedtime!
Okay, 1+2/2+1... can't help it, okay! Stop looking at me like that!
Comments!Feedback!Criticism! (Flames will be used for roasting marshmellows)
Imminent Fate, part 1
Shamera
sitafire@hotmail.com
Duo pressed his forehead to the cool glass before letting out a minute
sigh. It was raining outside... the mere fact which could once get him up and
bouncing out the door in an attempt to play in the rain. Every one of them
had missed enough childhood for them to give up on what was left of their
lives...
But he really didn't feel like it today. It was one of those days where
he wished that he could just hide himself under the covers and sleep his life
away. He had left his room because he knew that there was no way he could
keep a smile today. It wasn't the date that bothered him... oh no. It was
just one of those days where he couldn't tell the difference between reality
and fantasy. When he couldn't remember if he had dreamed up an event, or if
it had been real.
"Duo?"
He turned to see Quatre smiling gently at him from outside the door.
The blonde Arabian was hiding his hands in his jeans pocket, looking very
much like a nervous teen.
Which he was supposed to be. But wasn't.
"Duo?" Quatre asked again, looking at him worriedly before walking up
to the dim light that made out the American's figure. Sitting himself on the
otherside of the windowsill, Quatre peered at his friend. "What's wrong?"
Duo sat blankly for about a minute before blowing out his breath. There
was a hint of sadness in the normally happy voice as he said, "Nothing,
actually. I don't know what's wrong with me today, Quatre. I'm sorry for
worrying you... I'm just not really in the mood to talk today."
The Arabian gave a small sigh and nodded. "Alright, then. I suppose we
all know how you feel... and I'll make sure the others leave you alone for
today. But just remember, if you feel like talking, or just some companion-
ship, we're all here to help."
Duo gave no response. He looked out the glass at the light rain that
was falling outside, and again wondered why he was so bothered by the dark
skies. There was a soft 'click' as Quatre exitted and closed the door behind
him, making sure that no one else would disturb Duo in his thoughts.
With a soft sigh, Duo pulled his knees up to his chest. Today just felt
so *wrong*. He knew there was something bothering him... but Hell! He just
couldn't figure out why he was so upset.
_Well,_ he thought with a smirk, _Maybe I can._
Considering how distant Heero had been acting for the past week, it was
a miracle that Duo had kept it together for so long. Duo knew Heero better
than the other boy thought he did. He could feel the times when Heero would
just stare at his back, wondering why Duo did the things he did.
The dark haired Japanese pilot was a complete mystery to almost anyone
who met him. Perhaps that was why Relena was so attracted to Heero. It would
take a strong person to figure that mystery out.
He wondered if it was the mystery he had come to love, or the person.
It wouldn't be fair to Heero if... Duo pushed his bangs from his face
violently. Heero falling in love with him was unexpected. Duo hadn't the time
to come to terms with his own emotions yet, and he was very surprised that
the Perfect Soldier had already accepted his own feelings.
_He probably already analized the feeling and word until he realized
that he can't push it away,_ Duo thought sarcastically. _So much for no
weaknesses. But... can I do the same?_
He had no doubt that he loved Heero. He knew that Heero felt the same.
So now it's just a fucking fairy tale come true, right?
Wrong.
Dear God, why couldn't anything be easy in his life? The one thing that
he was conviced was going to be the hardest challenge for him whapped him in
the face and melted into a puddle.
What did he mean by that? He didn't know.
_Heero..._ Duo gave a shake to his head, and listened carefully as he
heard Quatre whisper to Wufei about not disturbing him. Heero was out getting
the groceries for them, (Duo had no doubt that every meal for the next week
was going to be disgustingly healthy... and that Duo just might 'find' one or
two of the snacks he had 'hidden' away so long ago that he forget about it.)
and Trowa was out on some minor mission.
Leaning his head against the cool glass again, Duo watched the rain
drip down the window, focusing his eyes to the dim-lit streets outside. Maybe
if he looked hard enough, he could see Heero coming back...
Wait. There.
Duo squinted as he saw a black shape stop slowly approch the house. He
was on the second floor, but visibility was poor in this weather. Who in the
world would possibly be out now(except for him, of course)? Even Heero drove
when it was raining, not wanting to 'endanger' the mission by getting sick.
^Duo.^
Duo startled, nearly falling out of his window seat as he turned
around, about to give Wufei a piece of his mind for interrupting his
thoughts, maybe also wipe that smirk on the Chinese boy's face which was sure
to be there because Duo was actually *thinking* for once...
There was no one in the room.
A flash of lightning gave the darkened room an eerie look before the
light faded, giving way to the small lamplight that was lit on the desk. Duo
held his breath as his violet eyes scanned the room, looking and spreading
his senses to see if there was anyone else in the room besides him.
Again, no one.
The lightning flashed again, this time strange because of the odd
silence that accompanied it instead of the usual thunder rolling.
Mentally scolding himself for being so childishly scared of monsters
and thunderstorms, Duo turned his attention on the outside world once more.
Everything still looked the same, down the the black figure that had been
moving before.
That black figure. Duo pressed his face against the glass, hoping to
see more than just the form. As he studied the disfigured form, he realized
he was looking at a horse. No, not really a horse. It had something large
attached to its back. TWO large somethings.
_A Pegasus?_ He quickly went over the Greek mythologies that included
Pegasus in it, then shook his head. Such creatures did not exist.
Then why was the thought of a pegasus so familiar... and comforting?
Sure, he believed in the omens that unicorns were good luck... but he hadn't
ever heard of anything about Pegasus before. A legendary horse that flew
heros? Very unlikely.
Duo pressed both hands to the glass now, searching for the black
figure, wishing that it would look up at him. He couldn't see the black horse
anymore, and that made Duo sad, though he was unsure why.
"It was probably a trick of the light," Duo murmured to himself, taking
his hand back from the glass that was now so cold. He smiled grimmly to
himself, and stretched his legs out on the rest of the windowsill. He really
had to get out of that attitude before Heero came back. It wouldn't be too
nice to subject the poor, confused soldier to a load of pissed Duo, would
it?
Naaaaah. Too tempting.
Feeling a tiny bit of his usual cheer come back to him, Duo bounced off
the seat he was sitting on and gave a good stretch, hearing his back pop in a
way that just felt *so good*...
There was a slight push on his arm, a nuzzling that make Duo look side-
ways to see what he was brushing against.
Liquid dark eyes looked back at him patiently.
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ --- @o@!!
Quatre looked up from where he was reading on the couch to see Heero
entering the room, scowling and brushing wet bangs aside. "Ohayo, Heero."
The blonde boy said with a smile. "I take it you forgot the umbrella?"
"Hn." Heero grunted and made his way up the stairs, pausing only to
take a look at the door which he came from.
Quatre knew that he should probably tell Heero about Duo's mood, but
then pushed it aside as he realized that Heero was the only one who hadn't
ever seen Duo's dark moods. It was about time for the pilot of Wing to
realize that Duo Maxwell actually took some time everyday to himself just to
think about things. Quatre knew that Duo didn't want Heero to know, but there
were just some things that Heero had to know about Duo if they were to work
together on a more... private level.
"Do you really think that those two will ever stop to realize how they
keep dancing around each other?" Quatre asked to the darkness behind the
couch.
There was a faint ruffling noise as Trowa shifted, not answering the
small Arabian in words but in the presense that he was thinking about it.
Quatre looked back at his book, the words forgotten. "I hope so."
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^ --- .!!
Alicorn...
Duo pressed his face into the thick, black hide. He didn't know why
the creature was so familiar, but he wasn't going to complain.
He had nearly shrieked when he saw the dim shape of the winged horse
that had been in the streets behind him. But when the small horse nuzzled
him on the chest, it was just so... *right*. It didn't even bother Duo that
there was a foot long black horn pertruding from the creature's forehead.
Things had gone on from there as Duo verbally tried to communicate
with the animal, a bit in awe of the mythical creature that was so fond of
him. To his disappointment, the alicorn didn't seem to understand what he
was saying, much less his questions about 'how the hell an alicorn could
exist in days like these...'
It was when the creature folded a wing around him that he realized
questions like that were useless. It was probably just a dream. A dream that
he had better take advantage of, considering the luck it meant to have a
mythical creature visit your dreams.
Duo sighed happily against the alicorn's neck. He was curled up against
the black mare, warm with a blanket of rough feathers protecting his back.
The horse smelled of fresh rain, and Duo couldn't help but wonder at how he
was going to explain this to Heero if the alicorn was real.
He could feel the mare nuzzling his forehead, and frowned at how real
the contact felt. The alicorn was real enough in his mind. He could almost
remember times like this... but he had been a child then.
He remembered this warm feel and the smell of fresh rain before he had
met Solo... when he had been alone on the streets. He remembered the feeling
after Solo died, before he was brought to the church. And also after the
church fell... he remembered curling up to a warmth that had nuzzled him,
made him feel safe when he was alone. The feel of weathered feathers that had
once been soft, and the thought that he had to get through the situation
intact because he was still needed.
"I remember you," Duo murmured into the feathers, his hand curling
around the mane of black hair that was slipping down the thick neck. "You're
the one who gave me to Howard... was there when I was on that shuttle..."
The alicorn whinnied softly, careful not to disturb the teenaged boy
who was slipping into sleep by her side.
"You're as dark as the night," Duo continued to talk, not caring if his
speech was getting slurred. "What's your name, Night Mare? Or should I just
call you NightMare? I think it's rather appropriate..."
Liquid black eyes stared blankly at him, urging him to go to sleep.
Resting his head on the black hide, Duo's eyes slid shut slowly. He
gave a lopsided smile as he realized he was forgetting all about this
incident.
^Sleep, young one. You have a big battle ahead.^
Duo nodded slowly. "'Kay." His voice was faint. "But I wish I'd
remember you when I wake up... I wanna remember this..."
The alicorn... NightMare, just settled to watch the American boy slip
into a deep slumber before moving again.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* --- ^_~!!
Toweling his hair dry, Heero slipped into the room that he and Duo
shared. He had showered to get the acidy rain from his body, and was now
curious to see how his partner would try to bother him today.
Heero couldn't deny the growing attraction between him and the pilot
of DeathScythe anymore than he could deny the fact that he was human. He
hadn't realized this until last week, when Duo and Wufei had been called to
a mission, and he had the room all to himself.
He had never been so unnerved by the silence in his life. There was no
music playing in the background, no sound of feet from someone running across
the room and bouncing up and down trying to get his attention. Not even the
soft breathing that was now so familiar, so calm and soothing to Heero.
Closing the door behind him, Heero turned on the lights in the room.
Sure, the lamp was on... but Duo wasn't usually one who liked the darkness.
He was perfectly fine with turning on everything he could to make him look
like he was in a constant spotlight.
Turning around, Heero was startled slightly by the image of Duo asleep
at the windowsill, his head in the soft curtains and one hand curled under
his chin, pulling at the silk curtain.
Heero had watched Duo sleep many, many times. Each time was embedded
permenately into Heero's memory, the image of Duo looking so peaceful and
young and... *innocent* was something that Heero was not used to. But this
time... this time there was a genuine smile splitting Duo's face, making the
other boy unbearably cute.
Heero's eyes softened considerbly as he took in that thought. Walking
lightly enough not to wake the sleeping boy, Heero slipped his arms under
Duo and lifted him up, standing there for a moment and enjoying the sensation
of having the DeathScythe pilot so close.
Duo's hand, having left the grasp of the curtain, now seeked Heero's
shirt as he fisted a bunch of the soft material and sighed, snuggling into
Heero's chest.
Wing's pilot froze, his arms going rigid as Duo snorted in complaint.
It took a few minutes before Heero was able to move again, walking to Duo's
bed and gently laying the boy down under the blankets, making sure to pull
the comforter up to Duo's chin.
Taking an extra minute just to look at Duo, Heero allowed himself a
small smile that strained at his mouth muscles. There was just something
about the self-proclaimed Shinigami that was so attractive. Some light in
who Duo was that made the people around him feel so much lighter. He wasn't
sure what it was, but Heero felt that he just had to understand that feeling
before he was worthy enough to recieve it.
Taking care to allow Duo's hand to grip the comforter, Heero sat down
on his own bed. He should really be scanning for missions right now... be
looking for something that OZ was hiding up their sleeve.
But that could wait just a while longer. He would watch Duo for just a
while longer....
@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@ --- ;-D !!
NightMare turned her head and shook out her mane. The rain was starting
to soak into her wings, but she didn't mind. Her little one was safe again..
The Dark Ones were taking an interest in her adopted human, and was sneaking
in to darken moods... but she would make sure that her Duo didn't stay un-
happy. He had to be innocent to fight the Darkness.
She gave her wings a great flap, and rose higher in the air. She would
make sure that he was safe. She wouldn't... couldn't, loose her child again.
End part 1.
My Muse- *glares at Alycilos, who cringes back* is being mean. *GLA~ARE*
He knows perfectly well that I have an 8-page research paper due tomorrow
but won't let me start. *sigh* *pokes Alycilos* Meanie.