Title: Performance, Chapter Four, May I Take This Dance
Summary: Duo has a visitor!!! =) =)
Note: Don't have very many notes right now; think I explained most everything in the last one.. (Right?) Oh yes!! If you don't leave a review please email me on the following things:
How I portrayed the characters. How the plot is forming. How easy it is to follow the plot.
Please, please, please email me on one of the following, I would truly love to hear from you! Well thanks guys! Another thing, you may not like how this story flips out if you were expecting an original character. =) =) =) =) =)
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"Hey." She had walked in about two minutes ago, they sat in silence. Her brown-mahogany French-braid flowing to the rim of her invisible bra strap, she was only an A cup. Duo didn't look up at her, but he knew that she was wearing her jade earring as always, her bangs tossed messily to the side, a green belt holding up her denim.
"So you're saying I don't get a hello?"
This time he looked up. The Girl wore a light green turtle neck, showing off her hazel green eyes. Her jeans, neatly squeezing at her thighs and legs, making him almost hungry. Her feet covered with two layers, toe socks, black converse, green laces, he guessed that counted as three. Not the flashiest of the famous, but Duo already knew she wasn't flashy, that's how he liked them. Nice and neat.
Behind her, in her right jean pocket she kept two gloves, lilac; a penguin hiding on each pinky, a frog on each thumb. Today, she wore lilac and green, like every other day.
"You do know that I'm considered a stalker right?" He cocked his brow; cobalt blue looked neatly into warm hazel green. She only smiled, neatly wrinkling her medium brown skin and her luscious lips. It was true; she always wore chap-stick. Nice and neat.
The Girl only shrugged. "Who doesn't?" She threw a newspaper on the floor in front of him, revealing a neatly hidden article. NEW STALKER FOR VIOLET SPIEGEL by Rommel Spiegel. "I thought you knew my father was a reporter. He picked this story specifically." She was neatly present, no sign of fame. "He never liked you. you do know that, right??
Duo rolled his eyes, yeah he knew, he always did. The Street Rat skipped the question. "I thought you knew you were famous, it wasn't hard to track you down."
She giggled. "You weren't either." She looked up at the clock on the wall. 2:43 am.
"It's a bit late to visit isn't it?" He looked up from his bangs, brows cocked at every level.
Violet reached into her back pocket, cocking her eyebrows mockingly. "Who said I was visiting?"
Interest, he looked up from his perch. Duo Maxwell wasn't surprised to see her hand wasn't empty; he just wasn't expecting a key, that's all.
2:44 am.
"So I take it that you're here to rescue me?" His wrists began to ache; he had been stuck there for two days already. It was obvious he trusted the clock now.
.
Twenty two seconds to countdown.
Heero signaled to Trowa, Trowa to Quatre. It was time. He looked up towards the ceiling that was his signal. The vent was big enough to fit all three of them, as he pulled himself up Wufei put three guards to sleep. Diversion act.
Quatre pulled up his left arm, whispering into his watch. "Wufei, you have fifteen seconds to put down that bomb."
Wufei ran on the rooftop, Duo's level right below him. But there was only one catch; he was on the West Wing, Duo on the East. "How many yards?"
Sally clicked away at Heero's laptop. She picked up a walkie-talkie, changing signals instinctively. "Wufei. Approx. Twenty two yards."
This time he didn't lift up his left arm, most of them already knew what he would have said. "Shit.." He ran, pushing his limits.
"Ten seconds. Ten. Nine."
"Fifteen yards." Faster. Faster.
"Seven. Six."
"Eleven yards." Sally looked out her window. Tension biting at each of them, poker-faced.
Heero lifted up his left arm, talking into his wrist. "Wufei, throw it."
"Shit."
"Five. Four."
The Boy with Black Hair tumbled, expertly his muscles reacting quickly to Quatre's echoing voice. Tension.
"Three. Two."
He ended his tumbled with a final throw, arching his arms expertly.
"One." Throw. Pur.
As it hit the railing of the rooftop, Wufei slid down the vents towards Duo; the diversion was set.
The alarms went off all in unison, like a choir, a warning. A remote voice echoed through the hallways. "ALL SECURITY REPORT TO THE EAST WING. I REPEAT."
Slowly but surely, in less then a minute, they were in.
She smiled warmly, looking down at the Street Rat below her. "Looks like I picked the wrong time for a conversation." Violet shrugged cutely, looking back at the G-boys, she bowed.
It was almost like they didn't even exist. Duo looked up at her hazel-green eyes, emotion sweeping him off his feet. "So you're leaving? Why so soon?" He could feel tears forming in his eyes, the Gundam Pilot he remembered so long ago coming back to him. He smiled. "Right when I found you?"
She turned back towards him, sitting crumbled with no more chains, sitting crumpled willingly. "Wrong again." His bangs hung low on his face; she pushed them out of her way, squatting in front of him. Duo Maxwell only looked up because she held his chin.
Her voice echoed through the isolated room, hitting every note perfectly from high to low, she was everything at once. The air in that room, the Cheese, the Heroine, the Hero. A different one this time, a change in the story.
Lilac and green forests.
His voice answered back, understandingly, regretting the path he took. Duo wrapped his voice around her own, tearing with her, both singing a song, in the same position, no one moving. There was no kiss.
Summon you back home.
Summon me back home.
Rejection is your middle name.
Rejection is my middle name.
Forever stood your statue.
Forever stood my statue.
But only your statue.
But only my statue.
Your heart was bound eternally.
My heart was bound eternally.
To stone.
To stone.
They stood behind them, silent. Black at his perch, standing. A Circus Clown on his own time, leaning. The Desert Prince smiling. Indigo was wishing that something like this could happen to him.
When they were finished Violet stood, not planting a kiss on his cheek, but one in the forest of his hair. He eyes closed, not even staring at the Cheese that held him, he was crying. She turned around one last time to the Boys, tossing them two keys; one to Duo's room and one to Her heart. Violet bowed a final time and walked out. Crying.
He was wrong one more time, she found him.
.
It seemed timed for the complete minute she stood singing to him and he to her, now the sirens glared. They were going to be chased.
Trowa lifted him up, Quatre on the other end. "We're getting you out of here." They stood him up, knowing he would run, thankfully to where they asked.
"I'm staying." Silence.
Five Rats stared at one Street Rat. A Rat of a Different Color.
"You guys put me here then you try to get me out. If you guys want to give me charity then stay here one more night." Duo looked up from his fallen puddle, he looked at Heero. Bite me Indigo, bite me.
Wufei looked at Trowa then to Indigo, shrugging, then gracefully walked towards the door. "Deal." The Boy with Black Hair stood up, revealing a key, locking the isolated room. He lifted up his left arm.
Trowa spoke instead, with understanding. Wufei put down his arm, he didn't know if he wanted to say anything else. "Sally, blow the walls and vents."
They were blown, screaming from strong voices could be heard, muffled.
Heero looked at Green and Black, cocking a brow in silence. Again, Trowa spoke up, mostly shrugging. "We planted bombs in the walls and vents just in case something like this happened. They won't be able to breach the debris. It just so happens, we planted fifteen bombs. There're five walls they'll have to breach to get here. I doubt they'll have time to do so in a couple hours." He looked around, nodding at Quatre who sighed with a smile. Wufei smirked, awaiting an answer from Heero.
He only shrugged, cocking his head to the left, his eyebrows twisted in a Heero kind of way. "Show-off." Trowa laughed simply, Wufei joined in quietly, the Desert Prince only smiled, ready to go to sleep.
"I figured you'd say something like that." Trowa yawned, finishing his good laugh.
Quatre lay down in a pile, sighing and yawning. "What time do we leave?"
3:10 am.
Heero sighed, looking at his watch. "Two hundred."
"Deal."
.
Duo stood up at 4:55 am. He figured he'd give them a little surprise. Before opening the vent, he ran to Trowa's side, Stealth Mode. Taking the Circus Clown's gun, but no rose lay inside this one.
.
5:10 am.
Quatre tossed in his sleep, he awoke to four beeping alarms. The Desert Prince squinted his eyes and looked up at the rest. "Hey guys."
Utter silence, no one spoke.
"What's wrong?" He looked at Trowa, Trowa towards the ceiling.
Wufei was uninterested instead he shrugged, almost laughing. It was something that Duo would naturally do. "Shit." It was almost a question. He smirked, looking across the way.
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Author's Note: I have about two more chapters and it's over folks. I'm thinking of extending it with like, how everyone's life goes after this.. kind of thing. =) So stay tuned! How'd you like? Please tell!!
Summary: Duo has a visitor!!! =) =)
Note: Don't have very many notes right now; think I explained most everything in the last one.. (Right?) Oh yes!! If you don't leave a review please email me on the following things:
How I portrayed the characters. How the plot is forming. How easy it is to follow the plot.
Please, please, please email me on one of the following, I would truly love to hear from you! Well thanks guys! Another thing, you may not like how this story flips out if you were expecting an original character. =) =) =) =) =)
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"Hey." She had walked in about two minutes ago, they sat in silence. Her brown-mahogany French-braid flowing to the rim of her invisible bra strap, she was only an A cup. Duo didn't look up at her, but he knew that she was wearing her jade earring as always, her bangs tossed messily to the side, a green belt holding up her denim.
"So you're saying I don't get a hello?"
This time he looked up. The Girl wore a light green turtle neck, showing off her hazel green eyes. Her jeans, neatly squeezing at her thighs and legs, making him almost hungry. Her feet covered with two layers, toe socks, black converse, green laces, he guessed that counted as three. Not the flashiest of the famous, but Duo already knew she wasn't flashy, that's how he liked them. Nice and neat.
Behind her, in her right jean pocket she kept two gloves, lilac; a penguin hiding on each pinky, a frog on each thumb. Today, she wore lilac and green, like every other day.
"You do know that I'm considered a stalker right?" He cocked his brow; cobalt blue looked neatly into warm hazel green. She only smiled, neatly wrinkling her medium brown skin and her luscious lips. It was true; she always wore chap-stick. Nice and neat.
The Girl only shrugged. "Who doesn't?" She threw a newspaper on the floor in front of him, revealing a neatly hidden article. NEW STALKER FOR VIOLET SPIEGEL by Rommel Spiegel. "I thought you knew my father was a reporter. He picked this story specifically." She was neatly present, no sign of fame. "He never liked you. you do know that, right??
Duo rolled his eyes, yeah he knew, he always did. The Street Rat skipped the question. "I thought you knew you were famous, it wasn't hard to track you down."
She giggled. "You weren't either." She looked up at the clock on the wall. 2:43 am.
"It's a bit late to visit isn't it?" He looked up from his bangs, brows cocked at every level.
Violet reached into her back pocket, cocking her eyebrows mockingly. "Who said I was visiting?"
Interest, he looked up from his perch. Duo Maxwell wasn't surprised to see her hand wasn't empty; he just wasn't expecting a key, that's all.
2:44 am.
"So I take it that you're here to rescue me?" His wrists began to ache; he had been stuck there for two days already. It was obvious he trusted the clock now.
.
Twenty two seconds to countdown.
Heero signaled to Trowa, Trowa to Quatre. It was time. He looked up towards the ceiling that was his signal. The vent was big enough to fit all three of them, as he pulled himself up Wufei put three guards to sleep. Diversion act.
Quatre pulled up his left arm, whispering into his watch. "Wufei, you have fifteen seconds to put down that bomb."
Wufei ran on the rooftop, Duo's level right below him. But there was only one catch; he was on the West Wing, Duo on the East. "How many yards?"
Sally clicked away at Heero's laptop. She picked up a walkie-talkie, changing signals instinctively. "Wufei. Approx. Twenty two yards."
This time he didn't lift up his left arm, most of them already knew what he would have said. "Shit.." He ran, pushing his limits.
"Ten seconds. Ten. Nine."
"Fifteen yards." Faster. Faster.
"Seven. Six."
"Eleven yards." Sally looked out her window. Tension biting at each of them, poker-faced.
Heero lifted up his left arm, talking into his wrist. "Wufei, throw it."
"Shit."
"Five. Four."
The Boy with Black Hair tumbled, expertly his muscles reacting quickly to Quatre's echoing voice. Tension.
"Three. Two."
He ended his tumbled with a final throw, arching his arms expertly.
"One." Throw. Pur.
As it hit the railing of the rooftop, Wufei slid down the vents towards Duo; the diversion was set.
The alarms went off all in unison, like a choir, a warning. A remote voice echoed through the hallways. "ALL SECURITY REPORT TO THE EAST WING. I REPEAT."
Slowly but surely, in less then a minute, they were in.
She smiled warmly, looking down at the Street Rat below her. "Looks like I picked the wrong time for a conversation." Violet shrugged cutely, looking back at the G-boys, she bowed.
It was almost like they didn't even exist. Duo looked up at her hazel-green eyes, emotion sweeping him off his feet. "So you're leaving? Why so soon?" He could feel tears forming in his eyes, the Gundam Pilot he remembered so long ago coming back to him. He smiled. "Right when I found you?"
She turned back towards him, sitting crumbled with no more chains, sitting crumpled willingly. "Wrong again." His bangs hung low on his face; she pushed them out of her way, squatting in front of him. Duo Maxwell only looked up because she held his chin.
Her voice echoed through the isolated room, hitting every note perfectly from high to low, she was everything at once. The air in that room, the Cheese, the Heroine, the Hero. A different one this time, a change in the story.
Lilac and green forests.
His voice answered back, understandingly, regretting the path he took. Duo wrapped his voice around her own, tearing with her, both singing a song, in the same position, no one moving. There was no kiss.
Summon you back home.
Summon me back home.
Rejection is your middle name.
Rejection is my middle name.
Forever stood your statue.
Forever stood my statue.
But only your statue.
But only my statue.
Your heart was bound eternally.
My heart was bound eternally.
To stone.
To stone.
They stood behind them, silent. Black at his perch, standing. A Circus Clown on his own time, leaning. The Desert Prince smiling. Indigo was wishing that something like this could happen to him.
When they were finished Violet stood, not planting a kiss on his cheek, but one in the forest of his hair. He eyes closed, not even staring at the Cheese that held him, he was crying. She turned around one last time to the Boys, tossing them two keys; one to Duo's room and one to Her heart. Violet bowed a final time and walked out. Crying.
He was wrong one more time, she found him.
.
It seemed timed for the complete minute she stood singing to him and he to her, now the sirens glared. They were going to be chased.
Trowa lifted him up, Quatre on the other end. "We're getting you out of here." They stood him up, knowing he would run, thankfully to where they asked.
"I'm staying." Silence.
Five Rats stared at one Street Rat. A Rat of a Different Color.
"You guys put me here then you try to get me out. If you guys want to give me charity then stay here one more night." Duo looked up from his fallen puddle, he looked at Heero. Bite me Indigo, bite me.
Wufei looked at Trowa then to Indigo, shrugging, then gracefully walked towards the door. "Deal." The Boy with Black Hair stood up, revealing a key, locking the isolated room. He lifted up his left arm.
Trowa spoke instead, with understanding. Wufei put down his arm, he didn't know if he wanted to say anything else. "Sally, blow the walls and vents."
They were blown, screaming from strong voices could be heard, muffled.
Heero looked at Green and Black, cocking a brow in silence. Again, Trowa spoke up, mostly shrugging. "We planted bombs in the walls and vents just in case something like this happened. They won't be able to breach the debris. It just so happens, we planted fifteen bombs. There're five walls they'll have to breach to get here. I doubt they'll have time to do so in a couple hours." He looked around, nodding at Quatre who sighed with a smile. Wufei smirked, awaiting an answer from Heero.
He only shrugged, cocking his head to the left, his eyebrows twisted in a Heero kind of way. "Show-off." Trowa laughed simply, Wufei joined in quietly, the Desert Prince only smiled, ready to go to sleep.
"I figured you'd say something like that." Trowa yawned, finishing his good laugh.
Quatre lay down in a pile, sighing and yawning. "What time do we leave?"
3:10 am.
Heero sighed, looking at his watch. "Two hundred."
"Deal."
.
Duo stood up at 4:55 am. He figured he'd give them a little surprise. Before opening the vent, he ran to Trowa's side, Stealth Mode. Taking the Circus Clown's gun, but no rose lay inside this one.
.
5:10 am.
Quatre tossed in his sleep, he awoke to four beeping alarms. The Desert Prince squinted his eyes and looked up at the rest. "Hey guys."
Utter silence, no one spoke.
"What's wrong?" He looked at Trowa, Trowa towards the ceiling.
Wufei was uninterested instead he shrugged, almost laughing. It was something that Duo would naturally do. "Shit." It was almost a question. He smirked, looking across the way.
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Author's Note: I have about two more chapters and it's over folks. I'm thinking of extending it with like, how everyone's life goes after this.. kind of thing. =) So stay tuned! How'd you like? Please tell!!