'Tunks here and I brought you the second chap of the week.
But first, to DarkSmile, I'm sorry to here your gonna be in the hospital. I know how much it sucks. But I will tell you guys....
Don't be too sure that this is gonna be Trowa/Minako. I mean, that could just be a coincidence. She could end up with any of the Gundams at this point. You just never know. You can assume though if you want too.
Also, I'm not pairing Haruka with anyone cause I can't see her with any of the pilots.
I made an error last chap that I'd like to correct. It's not chapter 10 that you'll find out how Hee-chan got put in ICU. It's chap 11. I have it planned out, I just made a mistake in typing but now I'll shut up and give you the first of my interludes.
Remember interludes can be past, present, or future. I'd like to see what you guys can make of this chap.
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You're My Kryptonite~ Interlude 1
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The heavy door opens silently with an encouraging push from the outside. The household is quiet and blanketed in the darkness of the late evening. In fact, it's well past midnight according to the faithful clock positioned above the foyer. The room the door is opening to is no exception to the night but even darker in it's own. But the hall has enough light that a steady ray of not so blinding light stretches into the vastness of the silent room.
The beam of light begins as a miniscule nothing and then grows in a slow, even pace. A few seconds to every millimeter as it grows in width and length. It reaches and grasps into the sank lair. It's slow and snake like creeping enough to send so many on edge, at least on any average day. Slithering like a dragon to it's den.
And the one coaxing the door peers in, hiding in the shadows and eyes scouting the terrain. They continue to push the door until they can see just enough to make out the objects that the light so chooses to dance across. Their careful and detailed vision works across the room, moving just as slowly as the light when it was growing through the crack in the door.
The first object that breaks the path of the light is a pair of shoes, lazily discarded at the door. Then a chair lies in the path, broken and neglected. One leg broken from its rickety frame as it's knocked on its side and a t-shirt is slung over it. Several other articles of clothing are also strewn across the lighted area, most of which are indistinguishable. Then a book. A knickknack. Trinket or two. A tray with dirty dishes and a carelessly discarded weapon. A hairbrush and a pair of socks.
The spy in the doorway coaxes the heavy wood even further as they continue the trail of their scrutinizing gaze. Past a neat stack of books and manuals with a bath towel lying beside it. To the night stand where a book, water glass, and handgun lie. Along the edge of the bed where more articles of clothing are discarded and where most of the beds blankets have been left. The light stretches across the bed and up the back wall.
Though the careful eyes of the spy makes notice of those slightly out of place items, they retrace back to a very uncharacteristic point. Back down the wall and to the bed where the light barely illuminates. With sheets barely covering, two bodies lie together. The resident of the room and an unexpected second party. Both sleeping soundly. Hopefully.
The woman lies on her side, facing the door, and her arms over the side of the bed. The soft sheet hangs loosely over her hips and off the edge of the mattress. The man lying beside her sleeps just as soundly as she. His chest against her back and his arms wrapped protectively around her. His face nuzzled in the nape of her neck.
At least, they both appear asleep to the spy. But their faces are befallen in shadows. The beds black linens only add to the darkness the room is engulfed in.
The spy nearly lets a sigh of relief press through their drawn lips when the pair stirs, but just a bit. The woman shifts slightly in the mans arms, seeking a warmer and more comfortable position. Her shoulder rocks back and she's leaning even more against his broad chest. He buries his face further at the back of her neck and in her hair. Her hand moves just enough to brush his hair, down his muscular arm, and then falling back into place. And her eyes never opened.
In the moment from when the spy opened the heavy door 'til now when they're shutting it as quietly as possible, only a few seconds have passed. It may seem to most as being much longer but that's the biggest risk the spy was scheduled to take. But now that they've closed the door that should have never been opened, they press their back against the cool wall of the dark hallway. That too, is only a stutter-step before they take off in a sprint to their final resting place. With each resounding step that seems to take an eternity, two words echo through their mind.
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Don't you love imagery?
*Jack and Chibi Luv stand up with baseball bats in hand* "HELL NO !!!!!"
*Gotunks shrugs and continues typing despite them.*
Don't pay attention to them. They're upset cause I won't tell them what the next chaps about.
Sorry about such a short chap but it WAS only an interlude.
See-ya next time, I think....
I still wanna know what's happened to Zarabeth McGregor!!!
Also Darksmile again, I saw your bio page and I'm sorry to hear you don't like Chicago. But I don't blame you or mind cause I don't like where I live either but I was born in Chicago and lived there for 12 years but I guess that that makes a difference in opinions.
Tchus
~'Tunks
But first, to DarkSmile, I'm sorry to here your gonna be in the hospital. I know how much it sucks. But I will tell you guys....
Don't be too sure that this is gonna be Trowa/Minako. I mean, that could just be a coincidence. She could end up with any of the Gundams at this point. You just never know. You can assume though if you want too.
Also, I'm not pairing Haruka with anyone cause I can't see her with any of the pilots.
I made an error last chap that I'd like to correct. It's not chapter 10 that you'll find out how Hee-chan got put in ICU. It's chap 11. I have it planned out, I just made a mistake in typing but now I'll shut up and give you the first of my interludes.
Remember interludes can be past, present, or future. I'd like to see what you guys can make of this chap.
**************************************************************************** **
You're My Kryptonite~ Interlude 1
*****************************
The heavy door opens silently with an encouraging push from the outside. The household is quiet and blanketed in the darkness of the late evening. In fact, it's well past midnight according to the faithful clock positioned above the foyer. The room the door is opening to is no exception to the night but even darker in it's own. But the hall has enough light that a steady ray of not so blinding light stretches into the vastness of the silent room.
The beam of light begins as a miniscule nothing and then grows in a slow, even pace. A few seconds to every millimeter as it grows in width and length. It reaches and grasps into the sank lair. It's slow and snake like creeping enough to send so many on edge, at least on any average day. Slithering like a dragon to it's den.
And the one coaxing the door peers in, hiding in the shadows and eyes scouting the terrain. They continue to push the door until they can see just enough to make out the objects that the light so chooses to dance across. Their careful and detailed vision works across the room, moving just as slowly as the light when it was growing through the crack in the door.
The first object that breaks the path of the light is a pair of shoes, lazily discarded at the door. Then a chair lies in the path, broken and neglected. One leg broken from its rickety frame as it's knocked on its side and a t-shirt is slung over it. Several other articles of clothing are also strewn across the lighted area, most of which are indistinguishable. Then a book. A knickknack. Trinket or two. A tray with dirty dishes and a carelessly discarded weapon. A hairbrush and a pair of socks.
The spy in the doorway coaxes the heavy wood even further as they continue the trail of their scrutinizing gaze. Past a neat stack of books and manuals with a bath towel lying beside it. To the night stand where a book, water glass, and handgun lie. Along the edge of the bed where more articles of clothing are discarded and where most of the beds blankets have been left. The light stretches across the bed and up the back wall.
Though the careful eyes of the spy makes notice of those slightly out of place items, they retrace back to a very uncharacteristic point. Back down the wall and to the bed where the light barely illuminates. With sheets barely covering, two bodies lie together. The resident of the room and an unexpected second party. Both sleeping soundly. Hopefully.
The woman lies on her side, facing the door, and her arms over the side of the bed. The soft sheet hangs loosely over her hips and off the edge of the mattress. The man lying beside her sleeps just as soundly as she. His chest against her back and his arms wrapped protectively around her. His face nuzzled in the nape of her neck.
At least, they both appear asleep to the spy. But their faces are befallen in shadows. The beds black linens only add to the darkness the room is engulfed in.
The spy nearly lets a sigh of relief press through their drawn lips when the pair stirs, but just a bit. The woman shifts slightly in the mans arms, seeking a warmer and more comfortable position. Her shoulder rocks back and she's leaning even more against his broad chest. He buries his face further at the back of her neck and in her hair. Her hand moves just enough to brush his hair, down his muscular arm, and then falling back into place. And her eyes never opened.
In the moment from when the spy opened the heavy door 'til now when they're shutting it as quietly as possible, only a few seconds have passed. It may seem to most as being much longer but that's the biggest risk the spy was scheduled to take. But now that they've closed the door that should have never been opened, they press their back against the cool wall of the dark hallway. That too, is only a stutter-step before they take off in a sprint to their final resting place. With each resounding step that seems to take an eternity, two words echo through their mind.
**************************************************************************** **
Don't you love imagery?
*Jack and Chibi Luv stand up with baseball bats in hand* "HELL NO !!!!!"
*Gotunks shrugs and continues typing despite them.*
Don't pay attention to them. They're upset cause I won't tell them what the next chaps about.
Sorry about such a short chap but it WAS only an interlude.
See-ya next time, I think....
I still wanna know what's happened to Zarabeth McGregor!!!
Also Darksmile again, I saw your bio page and I'm sorry to hear you don't like Chicago. But I don't blame you or mind cause I don't like where I live either but I was born in Chicago and lived there for 12 years but I guess that that makes a difference in opinions.
Tchus
~'Tunks