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Heero sat on his laptop, seemingly unaffected by the chaotic moods of those around him. He didn't seem to care that Duo, Wufei, and Trowa were tense with some unknown source of worry.
"Heero," Duo suddenly asked, curious, "what do you know about the story of Adam and Eve?"
"They were the first two humans. The lived in the Garden of Eden, and were told they could eat anything but the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. Eve was tempted by a snake, however, and ate from the tree, then offered some fruit to Adam, who also tasted it. Suddenly enlightened, and now ashamed of their nakedness, they covered themselves. When the Lord found out what they had done, he exiled them from the Garden of Eden. They were the root of all human sin," the Japanese man replied.
Duo blinked in mild surprised. "That was pretty good, Hee-man. At least from what I remember of the stories. But you know, the way I see it, the Lord tempted them both by even putting that tree in there. I mean, what was the point of having it there? Eventually one of them would have gotten curious, don't you think?"
"Maybe, but it wasn't my decision, anyway."
"Hee-man, you really are a stoic bitch."
"Hn."
Duo left his stony companion in search for someone a bit more fun. He found Trowa. When neither were plagued by worries, or when they needed to relax, Duo found Trowa's hair an endless source of entertainment.
At the moment he was trying to get little wads of paper stuck in that fantastic bang.
"Duo, if you don't stop, I'll tell Cathy to come over and make dinner."
"Point made!" Duo yelped, leaping off of the small couch he'd perched himself on. Cathy, Trowa's sister, may have been pretty good with knives, but she was not a chef.
He was walking past the large studio where Quatre usually hung out when he saw her. She was sitting on the sand, not far from the estate, and watching the waves of the ocean as they crashed in the short.
"Crap," he muttered under his breath.
"Duo?" Quatre walked up behind the American. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
"Hmm...seems like someone else is enjoying the beach." Smiling, Quatre sat to work on his latest piece of art. It was a very confusing abstract piece, dark in some spots but lighter in other parts.
Duo sighed and shook his head. This was going to be tough...
~~
Angel loved to watch the crashing waves. The ocean lifted her spirits high above the clouds. Closing her eyes, she let the sounds of it slide over her, assaulting her ears with its endless music.
"Onna, I thought I told you to stay away." It was Wufei again, walking toward her over the sand.
"You did."
"Then why are you here?"
"It's a public beach, Wufei-san. I can sit on a public beach."
He crossed his arms and didn't respond to that. "You still refer to me as `Wufei-san'."
"Of course."
"Why?"
"Though you may be a bit harsh in your manner...I recognize the fact that you try to keep me from danger. Like it or not, you care for me." She tossed him a wry smile over her shoulder. "Though it doesn't seem as if you do like it."
"Hmph." It was purely a male grunt, and she smiled. "You're just a helpless onna. And too close to the estate."
"Onna...you continue to call me that." Her eyes darkened swiftly. "Dammit, I hate being called that!"
"Weak. You're a weak onna."
She lashed at him, faster than his eyes could follow. She had so much bottled up inside of her that her control snapped. Her countered the sudden blow with his katana, for in her hands were two gleaming daggers.
"Not weak."
"Weak."
The sparring match that ensued was fast and furious. For Angel it was a pure release of emotion, and for Wufei it was a test of strength.
Parry.dodge.thrust.fallback.dodge.parry.thrust.slash.dodge.slash...it was all so fast. Angel let her mind go to the blades of her daggers, striking swiftly and sharply. Her feet fell into the familiar fighting dance, circling warily, striking suddenly. Dimly she was aware of the noises she was making in her throat, savage growls deep down. The fight wore on for ages, though only minutes passed.
And then Angel was on her back, panting, eyes closed, feeling the tip of Wufei's katana at her throat.
"You lost only because you lost control of your concentration and emotions. But you're right, Fallen one. You aren't weak," he whispered hoarsly, sheathing his katana and helping her up.
Angel bowed to him and took her leave of the beach, fleeing before the sobs threatened to knock her to the floor. She had no idea why she was crying, but grief hit her like a blow to the gut.
She fell into her car and cried it out, then drove home slowly.
~~
"You fought with her," the Watcher stated.
"Yes. She needed to release her emotions before they took control of her."
"You're not hurt?"
The angel looked indignant. "Of course not."
The Gatherer snickered. "You could have been."
"She couldn't have touched me."
"Hmph...we'll see. As it is, she's going to Louie as we speak." The Watcher hid the laughter in his eyes well.
"Do you think he'll tell her?" Only the angel's eyes were anxious.
"I think it's time. She needs to know," replied the Gatherer. "And I think part of her already does."
"Probably," the Watcher agreed.
"Then we wait?" the angel asked.
"Yes."
~~*~~fin!
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Heero sat on his laptop, seemingly unaffected by the chaotic moods of those around him. He didn't seem to care that Duo, Wufei, and Trowa were tense with some unknown source of worry.
"Heero," Duo suddenly asked, curious, "what do you know about the story of Adam and Eve?"
"They were the first two humans. The lived in the Garden of Eden, and were told they could eat anything but the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. Eve was tempted by a snake, however, and ate from the tree, then offered some fruit to Adam, who also tasted it. Suddenly enlightened, and now ashamed of their nakedness, they covered themselves. When the Lord found out what they had done, he exiled them from the Garden of Eden. They were the root of all human sin," the Japanese man replied.
Duo blinked in mild surprised. "That was pretty good, Hee-man. At least from what I remember of the stories. But you know, the way I see it, the Lord tempted them both by even putting that tree in there. I mean, what was the point of having it there? Eventually one of them would have gotten curious, don't you think?"
"Maybe, but it wasn't my decision, anyway."
"Hee-man, you really are a stoic bitch."
"Hn."
Duo left his stony companion in search for someone a bit more fun. He found Trowa. When neither were plagued by worries, or when they needed to relax, Duo found Trowa's hair an endless source of entertainment.
At the moment he was trying to get little wads of paper stuck in that fantastic bang.
"Duo, if you don't stop, I'll tell Cathy to come over and make dinner."
"Point made!" Duo yelped, leaping off of the small couch he'd perched himself on. Cathy, Trowa's sister, may have been pretty good with knives, but she was not a chef.
He was walking past the large studio where Quatre usually hung out when he saw her. She was sitting on the sand, not far from the estate, and watching the waves of the ocean as they crashed in the short.
"Crap," he muttered under his breath.
"Duo?" Quatre walked up behind the American. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
"Hmm...seems like someone else is enjoying the beach." Smiling, Quatre sat to work on his latest piece of art. It was a very confusing abstract piece, dark in some spots but lighter in other parts.
Duo sighed and shook his head. This was going to be tough...
~~
Angel loved to watch the crashing waves. The ocean lifted her spirits high above the clouds. Closing her eyes, she let the sounds of it slide over her, assaulting her ears with its endless music.
"Onna, I thought I told you to stay away." It was Wufei again, walking toward her over the sand.
"You did."
"Then why are you here?"
"It's a public beach, Wufei-san. I can sit on a public beach."
He crossed his arms and didn't respond to that. "You still refer to me as `Wufei-san'."
"Of course."
"Why?"
"Though you may be a bit harsh in your manner...I recognize the fact that you try to keep me from danger. Like it or not, you care for me." She tossed him a wry smile over her shoulder. "Though it doesn't seem as if you do like it."
"Hmph." It was purely a male grunt, and she smiled. "You're just a helpless onna. And too close to the estate."
"Onna...you continue to call me that." Her eyes darkened swiftly. "Dammit, I hate being called that!"
"Weak. You're a weak onna."
She lashed at him, faster than his eyes could follow. She had so much bottled up inside of her that her control snapped. Her countered the sudden blow with his katana, for in her hands were two gleaming daggers.
"Not weak."
"Weak."
The sparring match that ensued was fast and furious. For Angel it was a pure release of emotion, and for Wufei it was a test of strength.
Parry.dodge.thrust.fallback.dodge.parry.thrust.slash.dodge.slash...it was all so fast. Angel let her mind go to the blades of her daggers, striking swiftly and sharply. Her feet fell into the familiar fighting dance, circling warily, striking suddenly. Dimly she was aware of the noises she was making in her throat, savage growls deep down. The fight wore on for ages, though only minutes passed.
And then Angel was on her back, panting, eyes closed, feeling the tip of Wufei's katana at her throat.
"You lost only because you lost control of your concentration and emotions. But you're right, Fallen one. You aren't weak," he whispered hoarsly, sheathing his katana and helping her up.
Angel bowed to him and took her leave of the beach, fleeing before the sobs threatened to knock her to the floor. She had no idea why she was crying, but grief hit her like a blow to the gut.
She fell into her car and cried it out, then drove home slowly.
~~
"You fought with her," the Watcher stated.
"Yes. She needed to release her emotions before they took control of her."
"You're not hurt?"
The angel looked indignant. "Of course not."
The Gatherer snickered. "You could have been."
"She couldn't have touched me."
"Hmph...we'll see. As it is, she's going to Louie as we speak." The Watcher hid the laughter in his eyes well.
"Do you think he'll tell her?" Only the angel's eyes were anxious.
"I think it's time. She needs to know," replied the Gatherer. "And I think part of her already does."
"Probably," the Watcher agreed.
"Then we wait?" the angel asked.
"Yes."
~~*~~fin!
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