Randomness Chapter 4
Author's Notes: Hello again, and thank you for reviewing. (One person. . . -_-) Anyway, even though my reviews have been miniscule. . . I still have much hope for this story. It seems to me to beginning to get longer than what I have anticipated. . . but I still like it pretty good. I have an idea for this chapter, though. . . maybe I will put it in regular story format instead of script format. Please tell me what ya'll think. Thankyou.
Disclaimer: *sighs in boredom from typing the disclaimer all the time* Well. I do not own Gundam Wing, Heero, Duo, Quatre, Wufei, Trowa, or any of the other characters or scenes associated with it, or affiliated with it. (*widens eyes, when I see that I spelled "affiliated" right.* o.O) I do own Taki though. . . although she only lives in the weird, weird part of my imagination, the poor girl.
Warnings: Blood, cussing.
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Duo and Taki quickly went down the street. The wind was pretty hard, making both of their hair blow in it profusely. Taki's long, black hair waved behind her like a silk banner, as they walked down the street. They quickly turned the corner, and went up some stairs to the upper most apartment. Number 3 was the number on the door to the apartment, etched in black, and quite cruddy. A bit of mold was in the cracks of the door.
"Damn. . . Heero lives here?" Duo exclaimed, as we looked at the door. He then sniffed softly, and wrinkled his nose. "Shit. . . I smell blood. . . and drugs. . . " He says, then tried the door. It swung open quickly, and too easily in fact.
The stench was fouler in this place. It almost overwhelmed them both, as they stepped in. It was sparsely furnished, with only a table and chair in the middle of the room, along with a dingy half-eaten TV dinner on it, which had begun to collect ants and flies. "Gross, man." Duo commented, as he peered over the discarded meal. He didn't touch it to throw it away though.
Taki wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell. "How could Heero live in this place?" She asked, more to herself, than to Duo. She passes the plate, then looks around some more. There was a shelf on the far side of the dingy gray room, with a mirror on it. The mirror had the words, "Oz must be destroyed" written in a dark red substance. "Uh. . . Duo?" Taki said, and motioned the braided pilot toward the mirror. "What is this?"
Duo studied the red substance for about a second. He then stated. "It's blood. Taki, it's blood." He said sadly, tracing a finger along it, then sticking the reddened finger into his mouth. He licked his lips softly. The blood hadn't hardened, and the liquid form of it was still on the mirror. Taki didn't know. . . but she could've swore that she saw him grin when he licked it. . .
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Author's Notes: MWAHAHAH!!! Stay tuned for the next chapter. . . if you dare. . . *laughs evilly*
Author's Notes: Hello again, and thank you for reviewing. (One person. . . -_-) Anyway, even though my reviews have been miniscule. . . I still have much hope for this story. It seems to me to beginning to get longer than what I have anticipated. . . but I still like it pretty good. I have an idea for this chapter, though. . . maybe I will put it in regular story format instead of script format. Please tell me what ya'll think. Thankyou.
Disclaimer: *sighs in boredom from typing the disclaimer all the time* Well. I do not own Gundam Wing, Heero, Duo, Quatre, Wufei, Trowa, or any of the other characters or scenes associated with it, or affiliated with it. (*widens eyes, when I see that I spelled "affiliated" right.* o.O) I do own Taki though. . . although she only lives in the weird, weird part of my imagination, the poor girl.
Warnings: Blood, cussing.
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Duo and Taki quickly went down the street. The wind was pretty hard, making both of their hair blow in it profusely. Taki's long, black hair waved behind her like a silk banner, as they walked down the street. They quickly turned the corner, and went up some stairs to the upper most apartment. Number 3 was the number on the door to the apartment, etched in black, and quite cruddy. A bit of mold was in the cracks of the door.
"Damn. . . Heero lives here?" Duo exclaimed, as we looked at the door. He then sniffed softly, and wrinkled his nose. "Shit. . . I smell blood. . . and drugs. . . " He says, then tried the door. It swung open quickly, and too easily in fact.
The stench was fouler in this place. It almost overwhelmed them both, as they stepped in. It was sparsely furnished, with only a table and chair in the middle of the room, along with a dingy half-eaten TV dinner on it, which had begun to collect ants and flies. "Gross, man." Duo commented, as he peered over the discarded meal. He didn't touch it to throw it away though.
Taki wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell. "How could Heero live in this place?" She asked, more to herself, than to Duo. She passes the plate, then looks around some more. There was a shelf on the far side of the dingy gray room, with a mirror on it. The mirror had the words, "Oz must be destroyed" written in a dark red substance. "Uh. . . Duo?" Taki said, and motioned the braided pilot toward the mirror. "What is this?"
Duo studied the red substance for about a second. He then stated. "It's blood. Taki, it's blood." He said sadly, tracing a finger along it, then sticking the reddened finger into his mouth. He licked his lips softly. The blood hadn't hardened, and the liquid form of it was still on the mirror. Taki didn't know. . . but she could've swore that she saw him grin when he licked it. . .
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Author's Notes: MWAHAHAH!!! Stay tuned for the next chapter. . . if you dare. . . *laughs evilly*