PART THREE
Author: Chibi-me
Email: raberba_cd@hotmail.com
Title: From Japan With Love
Sub-title: Sushi...eww...
(Okay. Again, I've never been to Japan, although I did study it, so it may be shrewd, not true, there's a war, blah blah blah...)
"Oh! Oh! Oh! DU-O!" [~_^?] Ji jumped up and down around me. "Can we go on the-- No! Let's go-- MUSIC! Let's dance!" The hyperactive Kutsu grabbed my hands and started dancing.
"GAH!" I was yoinked out of my calm observing state as Ji jumped and twirled around the court. "Ji, this is a very busy street. You don't want to get hit by a --" I yanked her off the road before a van almost ran her over. I held her elbow in a death grip so Ms Sugar-High couldn't wander off.
Somehow I got both her and myself to a *in high voice* wee little apartment that we rented.
***
"What do you mean there's only one bed?!" Ji's face visibly paled, or maybe it was the scent of raw fish wafting into the room.
I covered Ji's mouth with my hand. "It's okay. We'll take it. It's fine." I dragged Ji and our bags up to the room, twenty floors up. The door stuck, it required a little hip check from me. Once inside I dropped the matched luggage, which contained only what I need to survive. My industrial strength hair dryer AND I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT! a couple pairs of pants, shorts, shirts, and hair crap. I flung Ji's duffel bag across the room. There was a crash then a tinkle.
"Oh shit." I was gonna get hell for that one.
In the windowed corner of the room was the single bed Ji had flipped over. I deposited her on it, she bounced. Hee hee. Springs. She was asleep. I had told her that she shouldn't have had so much sugar...
I set about putting our stuff away since I had absolutely nothing else to do. Howard would be arriving with our Gundams in the next couple days.
*Time past swiftly for the next week. Duo and Ji fought many battles. They won the most part, but one battle fell hard. Deathscythe Hell lay crushed and battered. Duo inside tried desperately to free himself from the harness that held him down, but his attempts were feeble because his hands were swollen and sore.*
"Deathscythe, are you okay?" My concerns were all focused on my friend. It answered that it would survive, but I had to get out. "A-alright." I don't know, my memories are kind of fuzzy, but somehow I got out of Deathscythe. What I do remember though is Ji's voice. She was going on in a soothing tone, letting me I was going to be fine.
Ji's P.O.V.
At a weak, "Wa...er...," I was back in the kitchen. Surprisingly, I didn't feel that I was Duo's slave or anything. He looked so helpless laying there. His Gundam had been hit from behind with a beam cannon. I padded into the room with the bed and put down the bowl of cool water. His brow furrowed as I placed a damp cloth on his forehead.
"Don't worry Du-channies, there are no monsters under this bed. Sleep soundly and heal fast." The tension left his face (I'm good) and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
***
I sat a at handy-dandy desk across the room form Duo where I kept an close watch on him. His wounds had healed a bit, but he was still pretty weak. Poor dude. I was writing in the journal Tenn had given me for Christmas (next to 'Walking For Dummies') when Duo made a noise. Somewhat like a moan, groan and/or try at communication. I looked over the desk at his bed and saw... nothing. Duo wasn't there! The chair I had been sitting in clattered to the floor as I ran around the apartment looking for Duo. [AN: I know this part is lame, but I have writer's block and I'm trying to write myself out of it.] Eventually ((I don't know why it took so long, it is a small apartment.)) I found Duo sitting on the kitchen counter. He had something dark and round in the palm of his hand which he was staring at-- sorry, "examining" it quite intently.
"Uh... Duo?" I asked from the doorway. "Are you sure you should be up?" His leg was still wrapped up (and for good reason), it being the worst injury, but he also had a few bruises which made him look like a whore [AN: You get the visual right? That was the point.].
"Peachy," he answered, still staring at the black turd. "Ji-chan, what is this thing?"
I walked, slipped (I then took off my socks), and padded over to stand in front of Duo. I juts noticed that he was ass-planted in the kitchen sink. "Well Du-channies," I answered, picking up the turd, "this is sushi." I popped it into my mouth. "Mm mm good." Duo grimaced. "It's cucumber, rice and seaweed, you wimp."
"You sure it's not toxic?" he asked, inspecting another one.
"Positi--" I grasped at my throat, "Gack!" I slumped against Duo,, no longer choking and gasping.
0.0 Duo looked down at me, his face becoming more and more panicked. "Ji..." his hands held my shoulders. "Ji, wake up. Ji!"
I stood up and reached for another roll. "Positive," and popped it into my mouth.
Them Shinigami fainted.
Duo's P.O.V.
Stars flashed in front of my eyes. Images of Ji and sushi danced in my head. I with my industrial strength hair dryer and Ji with her brass knuckles (don't mess with her!), my head fell back and hit the window. And when I knocked the tray of sushi off the counter there arose such a clatter. Ji smiled a soft smile as she saw what was the matter. She hopped on the counter and held up my head. The I was awake with a dread, of a headache.
[End of poem]
"Ow...damn. What am I turning into? A klutz?" My head throbbed and my ass was sore from sitting in the sink.
Ji patted my head. "It's alright, Muffin," she cooed, "you're gonna make it." I pouted. "Aw... take it easy, Tiger."
"Would you stop it with the sarcasm?" I grumbled.
"Alright Diz."
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE WAYS OF THE STARSHIP TROOPER!!"
Ji shook her head. "You're gonna regret doing that."
I did. I had a huge headache.
Again, Ji helped me back to the (deemed mine) bed. She went to her desk and resumed writing. I still didn't get anything to eat.
"Ji," I asked, "could I have a piece of paper?" [AN: I have the Block again.]
She looked up. "Sure." Little Kutsu handed me a paper she ripped out of her Journal, "Oops," she scratched something out of the corner.
i 3 du-channies (strikeout)
But I could still read it *smile*. Now you're thinking, what will Duo's little mind come up with now? Hee hee. A song.
I'm wasting time thinking about a girl
and stealing he away form her world
she and I would run away
I think of all the things that I'd say
We'd talk about important things
and I picture it in my dreams
She'd teach me about modern art
and I'd show her it's okay to fart
And maybe I'd impress her by being in a band
And maybe if I act real though she'll let me hold her hand
And maybe I'll win her heart by writing this song
And sometimes I sit at home and wonder if she's
Sitting at home thinking about me and if I'm
Sitting at home thinking about her
Or am I just wasting my time?
Remembering how she laughed at Kinko's when I made fun of that guy
Remembering the look she gave me when I told her I used to fly
I really want to ask her out, but my ego could never take it
Even if I got the balls, you know the cougar would never make it
And in my town you can't drive naked.
[AN: I know I'm using 'Wasting Time' by Blink 182 without permission, but it's a really cool song, and it fits really well how Duo feels about Ji. Please don't sue me. I got nothing, so it wouldn't be worth it.]
I looked back at what I had wrote. Dude, it was true. Wondering if Ji is thinking about me seems to be my hobby. Why did I juts write that? Inspiration? Sushi is hardly inspiration. A need? Sleep deprivation. That must be it. I didn't sleep on the plane, so now I have jetlag. Bummer.
In the long run, it turned out that Ji and I remained in Tokyo for a month in total. Throughout that time we fought more battles, explored the city, and ....we kissed. It was outside a large building in down-downtown Tokyo. We were sitting on the front steps watching people watch us as they walked past. Every time some little Japanese guy would look confused, we would explode into laughter.
It started raining around 2 in the afternoon. Both Ji and I were soaked in two point three minutes.
"We have to find shelter!" I yelled through the rain. Hand-in-hand, Ji and I made it to the nearest object with a roof, which happened to be a phone booth, and squeezed in. Please note the 'squeezed'. Damn, Japanese people are small. So we were int he telephone booth,a nd Ji and I were in a...close situation.
"Ji," I started, my voice shaking slightly.
"Duo," she looked up at me, not much cuz I'm not all that tall. That suddenly reminded me of when both Ji and Tenn were short. Then Tenn grew, like, six inches, and both Ji and Heero were mad cuz they felt short. Then Ji grew so that she was half a head shorter than Tenn (who was 5"6). Now I was insulted. Out of everyone, Quatre was now the only one shorter than 'lil 'ol moi [AN: I have writers block again. ~_~;;;] Now we all shot up like friggen weeds.
Oh well. Back to standing in the phonebooth. We just stood there for a couple minutes in uncertain silence. Ji closed her eyes and sighed. I looked out the window. Crap. The glass was fogging up.
"What the hell." Ji grabbed my collar and pulled my face down to hers, planting a demanding kiss on my lips.
"Hmm!!!" I mufled inot her mouth. But my surprise didn't stick around for long.
A huge gust of wind smashed into the telephone booth, scaringt he shit out of me and Ji too because she let go of my shirt.
"We'd better get back to the appartment," I whispered in her ear.
"Yeah," my little Kutsu breathed back.
So we left.
PART FOUR/ CONCLUSION
Title: Back Home In Loving Arms
Sub-title: Final Dance
((Alrighty. Last one. I didn't write one with Wu-Wu because he's not 'with' anyone in this series. Sorry Wufei Fans. This fic takes place in Boring 'ol Calgary (never heard of it? Check out a MAP OF CANADA [hint: in S.W. Alberta] It's there. Trust me.) All there peeps have a couple days of school left before winter break. Now, I live in Calgary, so I know it to the core. ENJOY!))
Tenn's P.O.V:
"Oh my god! Heero! Come on! We're going to miss the bus!" I ran back and forth from the kitchen to my bedroom 'gathering' things I would need for my last couple days of school, ever. (What could this mean? Is the end comming? Or does she mean at that school? Wait and see!)
"Calm yourself Tenn. Now just come outside." Heero firmly held my hand and led me out the sliding door. I stood and watched Duo and Ji cross the boulevard, Quatre and Trowa and Wufei turn the corner to the bud stop while Heero locked the house. "Let's go," he said.
Ji's P.O.V:
Egad, Tenn's bus was crowded. Us, being....us (who else would you care about?) ditched the supposed 'seating plan' (*snorts*) and sat where we pleased, which is what we did anyway. Although Wufei was being a bum cuz he refused to sit with us in the back. He sat right behind the busdriver in the fron seat.
"What's wrong Wu-Wu? Isn't it injust sitting with the Littles?" Duo called in a high girly voice which he KNEW both Wufei and I hated. I don't think Wufei hear him. Either that or he was ignoring Duo. So anyway, by the time everyone else had gotten onto the bus..lemmie just say it was cluttered.
BACK
Heero & Tenn | | Duo & Ji
Trowa & Quatre| |Perry & Stephan
Other people | | whom I do not
give a shit | | about so xp
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FRONT
That's us on the bus. I didn't really pay attention to anyone else. Like I care. We got to school amazingly quick, we convinced the Principle for all of us to be in the same class. Actually, Heero had to threaten him... ^_^;;;
Quatre's P.O.V:
It was a lovely day, but I don't think we learned much of anything. French class was entertaining. It was spent listening to Duo fake a french accent and pretend to know what the teacher was talking about. At the end of class we had to hand in some notes for some obscene reason. The teacher found Duo's exeptionally inspiring because he read it in front of the class.
"Ma mo-therrrr iz eh frrrensh cammmel an' she eatz sperrrrmatozoiidies forrrrr subterranial brrrrunsh."
After lunch there was an assembly which everyone slept through. All exept me, that is. Then there was Computer class, then Gym. Again, we danced. Not as fun as last time, but that was 'cause Heero snagged Tenn and I had to dance with a girl who reminded me of Rashid.
Heero's P.O.V:
It was nice to be home, even though Quatre insisted that we finish the 9th grade. When the war started, we all dropped out or basically quit school, so now we HAD to go back. Kind of lame if you ask me. We're soldiers; we have a future. Most likely death. But that's what Ji and Tenn are for, to prevent our death.
As a result of nothing left to tell, I might as well end this tale of love and war.
We all lived happiliy ever after. Or, at least until the next story...
OWARI
Author: Chibi-me
Email: raberba_cd@hotmail.com
Title: From Japan With Love
Sub-title: Sushi...eww...
(Okay. Again, I've never been to Japan, although I did study it, so it may be shrewd, not true, there's a war, blah blah blah...)
"Oh! Oh! Oh! DU-O!" [~_^?] Ji jumped up and down around me. "Can we go on the-- No! Let's go-- MUSIC! Let's dance!" The hyperactive Kutsu grabbed my hands and started dancing.
"GAH!" I was yoinked out of my calm observing state as Ji jumped and twirled around the court. "Ji, this is a very busy street. You don't want to get hit by a --" I yanked her off the road before a van almost ran her over. I held her elbow in a death grip so Ms Sugar-High couldn't wander off.
Somehow I got both her and myself to a *in high voice* wee little apartment that we rented.
***
"What do you mean there's only one bed?!" Ji's face visibly paled, or maybe it was the scent of raw fish wafting into the room.
I covered Ji's mouth with my hand. "It's okay. We'll take it. It's fine." I dragged Ji and our bags up to the room, twenty floors up. The door stuck, it required a little hip check from me. Once inside I dropped the matched luggage, which contained only what I need to survive. My industrial strength hair dryer AND I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT! a couple pairs of pants, shorts, shirts, and hair crap. I flung Ji's duffel bag across the room. There was a crash then a tinkle.
"Oh shit." I was gonna get hell for that one.
In the windowed corner of the room was the single bed Ji had flipped over. I deposited her on it, she bounced. Hee hee. Springs. She was asleep. I had told her that she shouldn't have had so much sugar...
I set about putting our stuff away since I had absolutely nothing else to do. Howard would be arriving with our Gundams in the next couple days.
*Time past swiftly for the next week. Duo and Ji fought many battles. They won the most part, but one battle fell hard. Deathscythe Hell lay crushed and battered. Duo inside tried desperately to free himself from the harness that held him down, but his attempts were feeble because his hands were swollen and sore.*
"Deathscythe, are you okay?" My concerns were all focused on my friend. It answered that it would survive, but I had to get out. "A-alright." I don't know, my memories are kind of fuzzy, but somehow I got out of Deathscythe. What I do remember though is Ji's voice. She was going on in a soothing tone, letting me I was going to be fine.
Ji's P.O.V.
At a weak, "Wa...er...," I was back in the kitchen. Surprisingly, I didn't feel that I was Duo's slave or anything. He looked so helpless laying there. His Gundam had been hit from behind with a beam cannon. I padded into the room with the bed and put down the bowl of cool water. His brow furrowed as I placed a damp cloth on his forehead.
"Don't worry Du-channies, there are no monsters under this bed. Sleep soundly and heal fast." The tension left his face (I'm good) and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
***
I sat a at handy-dandy desk across the room form Duo where I kept an close watch on him. His wounds had healed a bit, but he was still pretty weak. Poor dude. I was writing in the journal Tenn had given me for Christmas (next to 'Walking For Dummies') when Duo made a noise. Somewhat like a moan, groan and/or try at communication. I looked over the desk at his bed and saw... nothing. Duo wasn't there! The chair I had been sitting in clattered to the floor as I ran around the apartment looking for Duo. [AN: I know this part is lame, but I have writer's block and I'm trying to write myself out of it.] Eventually ((I don't know why it took so long, it is a small apartment.)) I found Duo sitting on the kitchen counter. He had something dark and round in the palm of his hand which he was staring at-- sorry, "examining" it quite intently.
"Uh... Duo?" I asked from the doorway. "Are you sure you should be up?" His leg was still wrapped up (and for good reason), it being the worst injury, but he also had a few bruises which made him look like a whore [AN: You get the visual right? That was the point.].
"Peachy," he answered, still staring at the black turd. "Ji-chan, what is this thing?"
I walked, slipped (I then took off my socks), and padded over to stand in front of Duo. I juts noticed that he was ass-planted in the kitchen sink. "Well Du-channies," I answered, picking up the turd, "this is sushi." I popped it into my mouth. "Mm mm good." Duo grimaced. "It's cucumber, rice and seaweed, you wimp."
"You sure it's not toxic?" he asked, inspecting another one.
"Positi--" I grasped at my throat, "Gack!" I slumped against Duo,, no longer choking and gasping.
0.0 Duo looked down at me, his face becoming more and more panicked. "Ji..." his hands held my shoulders. "Ji, wake up. Ji!"
I stood up and reached for another roll. "Positive," and popped it into my mouth.
Them Shinigami fainted.
Duo's P.O.V.
Stars flashed in front of my eyes. Images of Ji and sushi danced in my head. I with my industrial strength hair dryer and Ji with her brass knuckles (don't mess with her!), my head fell back and hit the window. And when I knocked the tray of sushi off the counter there arose such a clatter. Ji smiled a soft smile as she saw what was the matter. She hopped on the counter and held up my head. The I was awake with a dread, of a headache.
[End of poem]
"Ow...damn. What am I turning into? A klutz?" My head throbbed and my ass was sore from sitting in the sink.
Ji patted my head. "It's alright, Muffin," she cooed, "you're gonna make it." I pouted. "Aw... take it easy, Tiger."
"Would you stop it with the sarcasm?" I grumbled.
"Alright Diz."
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE WAYS OF THE STARSHIP TROOPER!!"
Ji shook her head. "You're gonna regret doing that."
I did. I had a huge headache.
Again, Ji helped me back to the (deemed mine) bed. She went to her desk and resumed writing. I still didn't get anything to eat.
"Ji," I asked, "could I have a piece of paper?" [AN: I have the Block again.]
She looked up. "Sure." Little Kutsu handed me a paper she ripped out of her Journal, "Oops," she scratched something out of the corner.
i 3 du-channies (strikeout)
But I could still read it *smile*. Now you're thinking, what will Duo's little mind come up with now? Hee hee. A song.
I'm wasting time thinking about a girl
and stealing he away form her world
she and I would run away
I think of all the things that I'd say
We'd talk about important things
and I picture it in my dreams
She'd teach me about modern art
and I'd show her it's okay to fart
And maybe I'd impress her by being in a band
And maybe if I act real though she'll let me hold her hand
And maybe I'll win her heart by writing this song
And sometimes I sit at home and wonder if she's
Sitting at home thinking about me and if I'm
Sitting at home thinking about her
Or am I just wasting my time?
Remembering how she laughed at Kinko's when I made fun of that guy
Remembering the look she gave me when I told her I used to fly
I really want to ask her out, but my ego could never take it
Even if I got the balls, you know the cougar would never make it
And in my town you can't drive naked.
[AN: I know I'm using 'Wasting Time' by Blink 182 without permission, but it's a really cool song, and it fits really well how Duo feels about Ji. Please don't sue me. I got nothing, so it wouldn't be worth it.]
I looked back at what I had wrote. Dude, it was true. Wondering if Ji is thinking about me seems to be my hobby. Why did I juts write that? Inspiration? Sushi is hardly inspiration. A need? Sleep deprivation. That must be it. I didn't sleep on the plane, so now I have jetlag. Bummer.
In the long run, it turned out that Ji and I remained in Tokyo for a month in total. Throughout that time we fought more battles, explored the city, and ....we kissed. It was outside a large building in down-downtown Tokyo. We were sitting on the front steps watching people watch us as they walked past. Every time some little Japanese guy would look confused, we would explode into laughter.
It started raining around 2 in the afternoon. Both Ji and I were soaked in two point three minutes.
"We have to find shelter!" I yelled through the rain. Hand-in-hand, Ji and I made it to the nearest object with a roof, which happened to be a phone booth, and squeezed in. Please note the 'squeezed'. Damn, Japanese people are small. So we were int he telephone booth,a nd Ji and I were in a...close situation.
"Ji," I started, my voice shaking slightly.
"Duo," she looked up at me, not much cuz I'm not all that tall. That suddenly reminded me of when both Ji and Tenn were short. Then Tenn grew, like, six inches, and both Ji and Heero were mad cuz they felt short. Then Ji grew so that she was half a head shorter than Tenn (who was 5"6). Now I was insulted. Out of everyone, Quatre was now the only one shorter than 'lil 'ol moi [AN: I have writers block again. ~_~;;;] Now we all shot up like friggen weeds.
Oh well. Back to standing in the phonebooth. We just stood there for a couple minutes in uncertain silence. Ji closed her eyes and sighed. I looked out the window. Crap. The glass was fogging up.
"What the hell." Ji grabbed my collar and pulled my face down to hers, planting a demanding kiss on my lips.
"Hmm!!!" I mufled inot her mouth. But my surprise didn't stick around for long.
A huge gust of wind smashed into the telephone booth, scaringt he shit out of me and Ji too because she let go of my shirt.
"We'd better get back to the appartment," I whispered in her ear.
"Yeah," my little Kutsu breathed back.
So we left.
PART FOUR/ CONCLUSION
Title: Back Home In Loving Arms
Sub-title: Final Dance
((Alrighty. Last one. I didn't write one with Wu-Wu because he's not 'with' anyone in this series. Sorry Wufei Fans. This fic takes place in Boring 'ol Calgary (never heard of it? Check out a MAP OF CANADA [hint: in S.W. Alberta] It's there. Trust me.) All there peeps have a couple days of school left before winter break. Now, I live in Calgary, so I know it to the core. ENJOY!))
Tenn's P.O.V:
"Oh my god! Heero! Come on! We're going to miss the bus!" I ran back and forth from the kitchen to my bedroom 'gathering' things I would need for my last couple days of school, ever. (What could this mean? Is the end comming? Or does she mean at that school? Wait and see!)
"Calm yourself Tenn. Now just come outside." Heero firmly held my hand and led me out the sliding door. I stood and watched Duo and Ji cross the boulevard, Quatre and Trowa and Wufei turn the corner to the bud stop while Heero locked the house. "Let's go," he said.
Ji's P.O.V:
Egad, Tenn's bus was crowded. Us, being....us (who else would you care about?) ditched the supposed 'seating plan' (*snorts*) and sat where we pleased, which is what we did anyway. Although Wufei was being a bum cuz he refused to sit with us in the back. He sat right behind the busdriver in the fron seat.
"What's wrong Wu-Wu? Isn't it injust sitting with the Littles?" Duo called in a high girly voice which he KNEW both Wufei and I hated. I don't think Wufei hear him. Either that or he was ignoring Duo. So anyway, by the time everyone else had gotten onto the bus..lemmie just say it was cluttered.
BACK
Heero & Tenn | | Duo & Ji
Trowa & Quatre| |Perry & Stephan
Other people | | whom I do not
give a shit | | about so xp
| |
| |
| |
| |
| |
| |
| |
| | Wufei
FRONT
That's us on the bus. I didn't really pay attention to anyone else. Like I care. We got to school amazingly quick, we convinced the Principle for all of us to be in the same class. Actually, Heero had to threaten him... ^_^;;;
Quatre's P.O.V:
It was a lovely day, but I don't think we learned much of anything. French class was entertaining. It was spent listening to Duo fake a french accent and pretend to know what the teacher was talking about. At the end of class we had to hand in some notes for some obscene reason. The teacher found Duo's exeptionally inspiring because he read it in front of the class.
"Ma mo-therrrr iz eh frrrensh cammmel an' she eatz sperrrrmatozoiidies forrrrr subterranial brrrrunsh."
After lunch there was an assembly which everyone slept through. All exept me, that is. Then there was Computer class, then Gym. Again, we danced. Not as fun as last time, but that was 'cause Heero snagged Tenn and I had to dance with a girl who reminded me of Rashid.
Heero's P.O.V:
It was nice to be home, even though Quatre insisted that we finish the 9th grade. When the war started, we all dropped out or basically quit school, so now we HAD to go back. Kind of lame if you ask me. We're soldiers; we have a future. Most likely death. But that's what Ji and Tenn are for, to prevent our death.
As a result of nothing left to tell, I might as well end this tale of love and war.
We all lived happiliy ever after. Or, at least until the next story...
OWARI