Title: Ghosts
Warnings: 1x2, bad language, possible grammar mistakes -_-;;, lemon in later chapters.
SI/Martina: Haven't updated for ages..-_- I'm sorry!
Duo: You should be! *Grabs microphone to narrate again, and grins evilly*
I didn't see much of the cold little child who called himself Heero much after that. It was as if he'd sensed me watching him, and reinforced the strength of his mask. He was colder towards me than usual. Sucks for me. He snarled at me seven times on the short distance to the school. SEVEN times! That has to be a new record. And all I did was the short choppy sentences to start up a conversation.
"So, Heero…"
He grunted something that sounded remotely like "I don't want to talk to you." I tried again.
"Cold out here, isn't it?"
He growled like a wild animal and looked as if he was about to hit me hard across the face in a famous Yuy punch-o-death. Luckily I moved off by a few meters to prevent the attack.
"Wonder what this school'll be like"
And we were back to the grunting again, and it continued this way. I made a tiny comment or remark, and he growled. I crossed the line and he looked about to explode. But hey, if I was to have Yuy duty again – that was my way of referring to having to spend my time in the same room again – I'd have to get him to be a BIT more social. Or at least, out of the 'I-want- to-kill-Maxwell' mode. It scared me shitless.
"Almost there!" Quatre said cheerfully, having grown tired of the cold himself. He and Trowa were in front now. I WOULD have asked why Heero had chosen to stay in the background, just to tease him, but I think he'd have torn my throat out. Instead I grinned like I usually did, glad that I didn't have to walk around in this sloshing snow for much longer.
Of course, that's when we had to decide who slept in what room. Always we had this discussion. I usually didn't mind the results. It was Wufei who started it this time.
"I don't want Maxwell duty." He spat in my general direction, and I looked hopefully at Heero for some reaction. Nothing. I guess he really does loathe me then. Quatre frowned and said in a calm voice to Wufei.
"You don't call it 'Maxwell Duty', Wufei. He's a human too!"
I can defend myself! Alright, so it was more comforting to always have Quatre there as some form of mother. He seemed to handle it well too. Q- man had always been the maternal figure in our group. Insulting title, but hey, someone had to do it. I was already the 'unwanted rat who is assigned to people as a duty'.
But Wufei hissed some quiet comment at Quatre, and a look of immense hurt spread over his eyes. He quickened his pace, and took a solitary place at the front of the procession. Wufei looked pissed. Trowa was silent. Heero was silent. Everyone was so damn quiet! It'd always been like this lately. Every subject led to either a huge brawl, on Heero's part it'd result in giving people gun wounds, or this long pained silence. We needed family therapy, or something.
And after all that, we still hadn't solved the issue of who was sleeping in what room. Stupid squabble. I swear we sounded like teenage girls on the phone. And we didn't have to argue anyway, Wufei would stay on his own, Quatre would much rather be in the same room as Trowa, and I'd be stuck with Heero.
Not that I minded. It was more him that I was worried about. Now all I had to do was sort this argument out, as I usually did in my own special w-
"I'll stay with Duo. Wufei, the single room. Trowa and Quatre, same one. Get some sleep and I will hack and fix the school records."
That didn't happen. He must have gotten high from pine sniffing or something. To hear Heero say something like 'Get some sleep' or even my NAME is rare. Very rare, a bit too rare actually. And here he was, solving the little disagreement with only a few sentences. Wow. So, when does the world end?
Everyone nodded and a much more comforting silence swept across the group. But still. I wanted to talk. Silence freaks me out; it always has for some odd reason.
"How long are we going to be here? What TEMPERATURE is the air at? Does this mean it's no called 'Maxwell Duty' any more? What's with th-"
And that, is where I got moss shoved into my mouth. Courtesy Heero. The leafy green gack took ages to clean out.
"Duo."
I glared at him, with a few pieces of moss still hanging out of the corner of my mouth, hands on my hips.
"Quiet."
And he walked on as if he shoved moss up people's mouths every single day. I wouldn't put it past him. I felt stupid and it was not a nice feeling. I couldn't help but whine and complain, to be shut up yet again by a death glare from the one and only, Yuy.
"Duo…who…" Quatre had stopped dead in his tracks, and raised a shaking hand to point straight in front of him, in front of us. At something or someone walking straight at us. Straight in front of us was bad. It meant, people could SEE us, which was even worse.
"Oh…"
That wasn't a human…or at least I wished it wasn't. If it were, I'd gladly inhale sulphur dioxide and die.
"My…"
I pleaded and prayed to any higher power out there, be it Shinigami or Santa Clause, that what was coming towards out wasn't supposed to be human.
"God…"
Heero grabbed my arm and hauled me swiftly into the greenery, pushing me behind a tree. The few seconds that followed were deadly silent, waiting and watching for any sign that we'd escaped without being seen. Though we were doubtful. The thing was still advancing with slow steps. Staring blankly ahead.
"Please don't let it be human…" I heard myself say. It was only a few steps away from us on the side of the road. I was hoping with my entire being that it wouldn't stop. That it'd just keep walking, and transport itself as far away from me as possible. Please.
It was a child. Pale and white as snow. With red-rimmed dead eyes draining lines of dried blood down a skeletal face. It had no clothes on its upper body, only a pair of torn and muddy shorts. It was so thin. The skin was stretched drum-tight across the frame of bones.
But that wasn't what caught our eyes. I could see it from a far, even.
The body was hollowed out. The chest cavity was torn up, exposing a vacuum of empty space and dried parts of corpse. It's throat was open, and the spine was the only thing that could be seen, and beyond that stretched the landscape behind it. Hollow. It was hollow. And walking.
"Holy shit…SHIT!" I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming, and felt nausea sinking in. It twisted and burnt my stomach, and a bitter taste built up in the back of my mouth. It was sickening. Just sickening. Grotesque, disgusting, and utterly wrong.
And it was, despite my pleas, human. It was as human as any of us.
I'd seen the walking dead. The child passed us, and kept walking. And endless dreary rhythm, stiff but so smooth at the same time. Walking. Walking, until we couldn't see it any more. We were in Scandinavia. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a thick cover of unexplored pine forests.
I felt a slight stab of pain in my arm, but couldn't react. Heero's fingernails were digging into the flesh of my lower arm. His knuckles were white, but his face was even more so. He couldn't move, much less speak.
And things had only begun to get weird.
TBC…
A/N: Ooo..wonder what this shall evolve into… @_@ I like the scary settings…it gives a lot of great excuses, as you shall see in later chapters ^.^ Review, puh-lease-ness.
Warnings: 1x2, bad language, possible grammar mistakes -_-;;, lemon in later chapters.
SI/Martina: Haven't updated for ages..-_- I'm sorry!
Duo: You should be! *Grabs microphone to narrate again, and grins evilly*
I didn't see much of the cold little child who called himself Heero much after that. It was as if he'd sensed me watching him, and reinforced the strength of his mask. He was colder towards me than usual. Sucks for me. He snarled at me seven times on the short distance to the school. SEVEN times! That has to be a new record. And all I did was the short choppy sentences to start up a conversation.
"So, Heero…"
He grunted something that sounded remotely like "I don't want to talk to you." I tried again.
"Cold out here, isn't it?"
He growled like a wild animal and looked as if he was about to hit me hard across the face in a famous Yuy punch-o-death. Luckily I moved off by a few meters to prevent the attack.
"Wonder what this school'll be like"
And we were back to the grunting again, and it continued this way. I made a tiny comment or remark, and he growled. I crossed the line and he looked about to explode. But hey, if I was to have Yuy duty again – that was my way of referring to having to spend my time in the same room again – I'd have to get him to be a BIT more social. Or at least, out of the 'I-want- to-kill-Maxwell' mode. It scared me shitless.
"Almost there!" Quatre said cheerfully, having grown tired of the cold himself. He and Trowa were in front now. I WOULD have asked why Heero had chosen to stay in the background, just to tease him, but I think he'd have torn my throat out. Instead I grinned like I usually did, glad that I didn't have to walk around in this sloshing snow for much longer.
Of course, that's when we had to decide who slept in what room. Always we had this discussion. I usually didn't mind the results. It was Wufei who started it this time.
"I don't want Maxwell duty." He spat in my general direction, and I looked hopefully at Heero for some reaction. Nothing. I guess he really does loathe me then. Quatre frowned and said in a calm voice to Wufei.
"You don't call it 'Maxwell Duty', Wufei. He's a human too!"
I can defend myself! Alright, so it was more comforting to always have Quatre there as some form of mother. He seemed to handle it well too. Q- man had always been the maternal figure in our group. Insulting title, but hey, someone had to do it. I was already the 'unwanted rat who is assigned to people as a duty'.
But Wufei hissed some quiet comment at Quatre, and a look of immense hurt spread over his eyes. He quickened his pace, and took a solitary place at the front of the procession. Wufei looked pissed. Trowa was silent. Heero was silent. Everyone was so damn quiet! It'd always been like this lately. Every subject led to either a huge brawl, on Heero's part it'd result in giving people gun wounds, or this long pained silence. We needed family therapy, or something.
And after all that, we still hadn't solved the issue of who was sleeping in what room. Stupid squabble. I swear we sounded like teenage girls on the phone. And we didn't have to argue anyway, Wufei would stay on his own, Quatre would much rather be in the same room as Trowa, and I'd be stuck with Heero.
Not that I minded. It was more him that I was worried about. Now all I had to do was sort this argument out, as I usually did in my own special w-
"I'll stay with Duo. Wufei, the single room. Trowa and Quatre, same one. Get some sleep and I will hack and fix the school records."
That didn't happen. He must have gotten high from pine sniffing or something. To hear Heero say something like 'Get some sleep' or even my NAME is rare. Very rare, a bit too rare actually. And here he was, solving the little disagreement with only a few sentences. Wow. So, when does the world end?
Everyone nodded and a much more comforting silence swept across the group. But still. I wanted to talk. Silence freaks me out; it always has for some odd reason.
"How long are we going to be here? What TEMPERATURE is the air at? Does this mean it's no called 'Maxwell Duty' any more? What's with th-"
And that, is where I got moss shoved into my mouth. Courtesy Heero. The leafy green gack took ages to clean out.
"Duo."
I glared at him, with a few pieces of moss still hanging out of the corner of my mouth, hands on my hips.
"Quiet."
And he walked on as if he shoved moss up people's mouths every single day. I wouldn't put it past him. I felt stupid and it was not a nice feeling. I couldn't help but whine and complain, to be shut up yet again by a death glare from the one and only, Yuy.
"Duo…who…" Quatre had stopped dead in his tracks, and raised a shaking hand to point straight in front of him, in front of us. At something or someone walking straight at us. Straight in front of us was bad. It meant, people could SEE us, which was even worse.
"Oh…"
That wasn't a human…or at least I wished it wasn't. If it were, I'd gladly inhale sulphur dioxide and die.
"My…"
I pleaded and prayed to any higher power out there, be it Shinigami or Santa Clause, that what was coming towards out wasn't supposed to be human.
"God…"
Heero grabbed my arm and hauled me swiftly into the greenery, pushing me behind a tree. The few seconds that followed were deadly silent, waiting and watching for any sign that we'd escaped without being seen. Though we were doubtful. The thing was still advancing with slow steps. Staring blankly ahead.
"Please don't let it be human…" I heard myself say. It was only a few steps away from us on the side of the road. I was hoping with my entire being that it wouldn't stop. That it'd just keep walking, and transport itself as far away from me as possible. Please.
It was a child. Pale and white as snow. With red-rimmed dead eyes draining lines of dried blood down a skeletal face. It had no clothes on its upper body, only a pair of torn and muddy shorts. It was so thin. The skin was stretched drum-tight across the frame of bones.
But that wasn't what caught our eyes. I could see it from a far, even.
The body was hollowed out. The chest cavity was torn up, exposing a vacuum of empty space and dried parts of corpse. It's throat was open, and the spine was the only thing that could be seen, and beyond that stretched the landscape behind it. Hollow. It was hollow. And walking.
"Holy shit…SHIT!" I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming, and felt nausea sinking in. It twisted and burnt my stomach, and a bitter taste built up in the back of my mouth. It was sickening. Just sickening. Grotesque, disgusting, and utterly wrong.
And it was, despite my pleas, human. It was as human as any of us.
I'd seen the walking dead. The child passed us, and kept walking. And endless dreary rhythm, stiff but so smooth at the same time. Walking. Walking, until we couldn't see it any more. We were in Scandinavia. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a thick cover of unexplored pine forests.
I felt a slight stab of pain in my arm, but couldn't react. Heero's fingernails were digging into the flesh of my lower arm. His knuckles were white, but his face was even more so. He couldn't move, much less speak.
And things had only begun to get weird.
TBC…
A/N: Ooo..wonder what this shall evolve into… @_@ I like the scary settings…it gives a lot of great excuses, as you shall see in later chapters ^.^ Review, puh-lease-ness.