Title: Ghosts
Warnings: 1x2, bad language, possible grammar mistakes -_-;;, lemon in later chapters.
Martina/SI: No long authors notes this time…just straight into the fic ^_^ Duo, over to you.
Duo: *Evil grin* *Speeds off to narrate*
Martina/SI: Ok, so this is BEFORE (Long before) the first chapter, 'kays? Understand-ness? Yay! ^^
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"Maxwell!"
I hate it when they say that. I thought we'd be on first name terms by now. I mean what's it been, a year? Two? My name is Duo, Duo, and only Duo. At least from their viewpoint. I snapped around and gave Wufei – the offender – my best impression of the Yuy death glare, which after much exposure to I did pretty well.
"What!?" A grin of course pasted across my face to give the impression of a happy Duo. Men don't show true emotion. If Heero could do it, so could I. I mean all you have to do is wear a solid foolproof mask, be it happy or silent, angry or cold.
Cold, while we're on the subject, is exactly what it was. We were to be lodged at a school in Northern Europe. NORTHERN Europe of all places! Scandinavia, nice area, sure, but it's COLD. Too bad for us it was the easiest way to access the mass of OZ bases in question. It was approximately 11pm, and another light layer of snow was slowly covering the treetops above us. Our Gundams had been safely lodged in some remote area of forestry, and we were heading through negative temperatures to find the school grounds. Life's a bitch.
Wufei and Heero gave me those 'shut-up-or-I'll-kill-you' looks, as they usually did, and for the sake of avoiding a huge row, I shut up. They're always so damn uptight about everything. Don't make noise, Maxwell. You screwed up again, Maxwell. It makes me feel pretty useless. Not that THEY'd care.
"We'll be there in fifteen minutes." Heero stated bitterly, trying to appear as if the cold didn't bother him one bit. But in spandex and a skimpy green shirt, who's to say he was feeling 'warm and cosy'? I wanted to run up to him and hug him, and give him some of my own body warmth. He looked so cold…
Trowa and Quatre were trudging along with Wufei behind them, kicking their way through the thin layer of snow that had penetrated through the thick pines. Heero, mister leader, was in the front as usual. I trailed after him, watching his arms occasionally wrapping themselves around his body to keep some warmth in. It was a hard temptation to resist. His skin was looking almost bluish from where I was standing. I increased my pace and drew up beside him, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. It wouldn't hurt to ask, would it?
"Hey Heero…aren't you cold?"
And he didn't attack me with a glare, or an omae o korosu. Nothing. Not even a frown or a 'Hn'. He just kept walking with his arms wrapped closely around him. A brief, but closer look at his face revealed nothing either. By that I mean none of the mask thing. He looked like a cold little kid, lost in a huge forest full of those haunting shadows you always see in children's books. He looked so innocent and frail without that determined predators look in his eyes.
It was…sweet, actually.
"I'm fine." He quickly moved out of eye range, going faster than I could deal with in the biting cold. I was surprised he didn't drop dead from cold right there and then. Glad he didn't. But that uncovered look in his eyes was a topic the voices in my head wouldn't drop for a long time to come. I'm usually persistent. But I let it drop there. Push it any further, and he might've gone all cold on me again, right? Ok, so I didn't let it drop.
"But you look cold!" I rushed after him in a largely childish manner. Man I should've felt stupid, but I didn't. That's just me.
"I said I'm fine, Duo."
He used my first name. Cold evidently has a SEVERE effect on him. Now here is where I truly let it drop.
"He called me Duo…" as if it was abnormal. Maybe not to other people, but to me, that made my day. If anyone mocks me about those few joys I derive out of the tiniest things, they've decided the date for their doomsday. I didn't pick up on the fact that I'd stopped completely, and it took a pinecone attack to my head – kindly issued by Trowa – to bring me back to my senses. He shook his head and gave me a rare smile as he passed, wrapping a comforting arm around the shivering Quatres shoulder. Yeah. I was jealous. I stared at their retreating backs before willing myself to continue walking. My legs were numb and aching with cold, but at least my clothes covered most of me. I couldn't force my mind to ignore the shivering figure disappearing further ahead past a row of trees.
Trees, trees, and more trees. I was getting mighty sick of those trees. Especially that thick pine scent that wafted up my nose and made me sneeze. The inventor of pine trees shall have a pinecone showed up his or her ass when I meet up with them.
"Duo?"
Quatre was speaking to me again. He was probably the only one who ever talked to me as if I was a human being. RARE thing when you lived around Yuy and Chang…urgh, there I go with THEIR habits. I mean HEERO and WUFEI. Trowa never says very much. Except for those rare grins he gives me that clearly state " I know stuff ". It's scary. Sometimes I wonder if he knows more about me than I do. I guess because he never talks, he listens and watches more. Smart guy.
"Yeah?" Quatre looks like one of those little elves. You know, the cute ones with the shiny hair and happy eyes. The forest scenery enhanced that. And at times it seems that he's just as wise as those ancient little people.
"He's cold."
I looked over his shoulder at Heero's retreating back as he trudged through the cold snow. It really did look like one of those sad movies. The scared little child running off to hide in the shadows. And it really isn't so hard to imagine.
"I know."
TBC…
A/N: Umm...strange chapter...o.O It leads absolutely nowhere ^^;; Sorta…hehe…don't' worry, this fic will pick up pace soon. I just needed a sound beginning and to get the feel of narrating as Duo ^_^ Reviews much appreciated.
Warnings: 1x2, bad language, possible grammar mistakes -_-;;, lemon in later chapters.
Martina/SI: No long authors notes this time…just straight into the fic ^_^ Duo, over to you.
Duo: *Evil grin* *Speeds off to narrate*
Martina/SI: Ok, so this is BEFORE (Long before) the first chapter, 'kays? Understand-ness? Yay! ^^
*
"Maxwell!"
I hate it when they say that. I thought we'd be on first name terms by now. I mean what's it been, a year? Two? My name is Duo, Duo, and only Duo. At least from their viewpoint. I snapped around and gave Wufei – the offender – my best impression of the Yuy death glare, which after much exposure to I did pretty well.
"What!?" A grin of course pasted across my face to give the impression of a happy Duo. Men don't show true emotion. If Heero could do it, so could I. I mean all you have to do is wear a solid foolproof mask, be it happy or silent, angry or cold.
Cold, while we're on the subject, is exactly what it was. We were to be lodged at a school in Northern Europe. NORTHERN Europe of all places! Scandinavia, nice area, sure, but it's COLD. Too bad for us it was the easiest way to access the mass of OZ bases in question. It was approximately 11pm, and another light layer of snow was slowly covering the treetops above us. Our Gundams had been safely lodged in some remote area of forestry, and we were heading through negative temperatures to find the school grounds. Life's a bitch.
Wufei and Heero gave me those 'shut-up-or-I'll-kill-you' looks, as they usually did, and for the sake of avoiding a huge row, I shut up. They're always so damn uptight about everything. Don't make noise, Maxwell. You screwed up again, Maxwell. It makes me feel pretty useless. Not that THEY'd care.
"We'll be there in fifteen minutes." Heero stated bitterly, trying to appear as if the cold didn't bother him one bit. But in spandex and a skimpy green shirt, who's to say he was feeling 'warm and cosy'? I wanted to run up to him and hug him, and give him some of my own body warmth. He looked so cold…
Trowa and Quatre were trudging along with Wufei behind them, kicking their way through the thin layer of snow that had penetrated through the thick pines. Heero, mister leader, was in the front as usual. I trailed after him, watching his arms occasionally wrapping themselves around his body to keep some warmth in. It was a hard temptation to resist. His skin was looking almost bluish from where I was standing. I increased my pace and drew up beside him, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. It wouldn't hurt to ask, would it?
"Hey Heero…aren't you cold?"
And he didn't attack me with a glare, or an omae o korosu. Nothing. Not even a frown or a 'Hn'. He just kept walking with his arms wrapped closely around him. A brief, but closer look at his face revealed nothing either. By that I mean none of the mask thing. He looked like a cold little kid, lost in a huge forest full of those haunting shadows you always see in children's books. He looked so innocent and frail without that determined predators look in his eyes.
It was…sweet, actually.
"I'm fine." He quickly moved out of eye range, going faster than I could deal with in the biting cold. I was surprised he didn't drop dead from cold right there and then. Glad he didn't. But that uncovered look in his eyes was a topic the voices in my head wouldn't drop for a long time to come. I'm usually persistent. But I let it drop there. Push it any further, and he might've gone all cold on me again, right? Ok, so I didn't let it drop.
"But you look cold!" I rushed after him in a largely childish manner. Man I should've felt stupid, but I didn't. That's just me.
"I said I'm fine, Duo."
He used my first name. Cold evidently has a SEVERE effect on him. Now here is where I truly let it drop.
"He called me Duo…" as if it was abnormal. Maybe not to other people, but to me, that made my day. If anyone mocks me about those few joys I derive out of the tiniest things, they've decided the date for their doomsday. I didn't pick up on the fact that I'd stopped completely, and it took a pinecone attack to my head – kindly issued by Trowa – to bring me back to my senses. He shook his head and gave me a rare smile as he passed, wrapping a comforting arm around the shivering Quatres shoulder. Yeah. I was jealous. I stared at their retreating backs before willing myself to continue walking. My legs were numb and aching with cold, but at least my clothes covered most of me. I couldn't force my mind to ignore the shivering figure disappearing further ahead past a row of trees.
Trees, trees, and more trees. I was getting mighty sick of those trees. Especially that thick pine scent that wafted up my nose and made me sneeze. The inventor of pine trees shall have a pinecone showed up his or her ass when I meet up with them.
"Duo?"
Quatre was speaking to me again. He was probably the only one who ever talked to me as if I was a human being. RARE thing when you lived around Yuy and Chang…urgh, there I go with THEIR habits. I mean HEERO and WUFEI. Trowa never says very much. Except for those rare grins he gives me that clearly state " I know stuff ". It's scary. Sometimes I wonder if he knows more about me than I do. I guess because he never talks, he listens and watches more. Smart guy.
"Yeah?" Quatre looks like one of those little elves. You know, the cute ones with the shiny hair and happy eyes. The forest scenery enhanced that. And at times it seems that he's just as wise as those ancient little people.
"He's cold."
I looked over his shoulder at Heero's retreating back as he trudged through the cold snow. It really did look like one of those sad movies. The scared little child running off to hide in the shadows. And it really isn't so hard to imagine.
"I know."
TBC…
A/N: Umm...strange chapter...o.O It leads absolutely nowhere ^^;; Sorta…hehe…don't' worry, this fic will pick up pace soon. I just needed a sound beginning and to get the feel of narrating as Duo ^_^ Reviews much appreciated.