well, minna, it's me again! i'm back with Bloody Angels: Part Two! aren't you SO HAPPY?! *beams*
treize *sighs* exztazi... just give them the warnings and leave them alone.
exztazi ano... right. well, this ficcie is AU (in a way), yaoi, probably some yuri at one point or another, takes place after the war, OOC of course... hmm... it might be a little citrusy. *makes face* i don't usually write lemons, in case you haven't noticed by now, so you hentai's out there will be disappointed. *both treize and exztazi study audience; both sweatdrop*
exztazi *points to you* that one is! i just KNOW it!
treize *sighs* it's not nice to point, you know. *looks at audience* forgive my daughter, she can be odd at times.
*duo enters*
duo my apprentice isn't odd, she's just a maniac, like me! *grins*
exztazi *grins and tugs treize's arm* see daddy, i TOLD you Shinigami existed!
treize ano... exztazi, that's not Shinigami, that's a gundam pilot named duo maxwell.
exztazi and duo are you SURE?
treize *sweatdrops* just get on with it, exztazi.
exztazi *sighs dramatically and shrugs* you finish for me, oh master... daddy and i have to meet father somewhere. ja! *drags treize out*
duo eheh-he... well... *looks at audience* she left me with you. i could have fun with this... *waves* are any of you guys hentais? I AM!!! tell me if you are! *waits; roar of affirmation from audience. duo is blown away from wind created by hentai audience* WHOA! you guys really ARE hentais! *winks* just wait... she'll make ya' proud someday! well... time for me ta' go! if anyone else wants to be my apprentice, tell exztazi! ja! *disappears*
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Hiro stopped in front of Quatre's room and paused. He'd been the one elected to talk to the small boy about his earlier behavior. Obviously, Quatre had been seriously hurt by Trowa to even act melancholy. This, however, went beyond melancholy. It was frightening to think that the sunny blond could change so drastically in a few short hours. //Hard to believe that Trowa has that kind of power over him. I wonder if I'll do any good.// He stared for a moment more at the door and then knocked. Quatre's voice told him that it was open. Mentally bracing himself, Hiro stepped inside.
Quatre watched the dark-haired boy as he walked toward the bed, noting the particularly set look on Hiro's face. "Something you wanted?" Quatre asked sweetly, giving Hiro a smile that was as fake as his tone. The older boy sighed and looked up at the blond, meeting his eyes. "I'd like to know what happened, yes," he said, taking Quatre's hand and turning it over in his own, rubbing his thumb gently across the palm. Quatre sighed and shook his head. "I discovered that i'm nothing. That's what happened, Hiro." The dark-haired boy's eyes were troubled. "Whatever gave you that idea? You shouldn't have listened to Trowa. What does he know?" The blond stood angrily, eyes flashing. "Obviously more than I do, Hiro." Leaving that for Hiro to swallow, he left, slamming the door.
***
No sound permeated the room, the silence almost deafening in its intensity. A lone, dark-haired, tall young man with cold green eyes sat on the floor, cross-legged. The afore-mentioned eyes now were anguished, gem-like with unshed tears. //Gods, what have I done? I've hurt him worse than I thought was possible.// Finally the tears fell, silent as he was wont to be. //I've made him like me.// He picked up the gun in front of him, studying it. It would be so simple to just put it to the side of his head and pull the trigger. Experimentally, he pressed the cold barrel to his temple, feeling the oddly reassuring pressure. //If I did... I could finally be out of my misery... and Quatre... Quatre would be free to do as he wished.// He took the gun away and laid it carefully on the floor. Anyone present would be frightened at the eerie smile that lit the face of Trowa Barton...
***
Treize Kushrenada sighed and stirred his drink, glancing up to once again search the bar for his small friend. Finally a voice startled him.
"Mind if I sit here, beautiful?"
Treize glanced up and saw... "Quatre! Where were you?" He stood and hugged the blond, making room for him in his booth. Quatre was dressed to kill, all leather, in a mini-skirt, slits up to his hip, fishnet stockings, high heeled boots, a vest that showed off amazingly convincing cleavage, and a short black coat trimmed in boa feathers. "You look very nice, Quatre. Why the leather?" Treize himself preferred oversized sweaters, comfortable faded jeans, and hiking boots, but since this WAS a bar, he'd donned leather pants and a burgundy silk shirt. Quatre smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "It's good to see you again, Treize. I was changing, and I simply felt like leather tonight." His smile widened slightly. "Any other questions?" Treize shook his head. "I suppose not. So this is your new haunt, hm? Nice. A gay bar, I see." Quatre nodded and tapped out a cigarrette. "My sister, Jacquie, owns it. She's on my mother's side, not my father's, and she's gay herself. Taught me everything I know about cross-dressing, oddly enough." Treize nodded absently, twining a finger in his nearly chin-length hair. "That's not what you wanted to talk to me about, is it?" Quatre laughed harshly. "No, it's not."
"Trowa and I have... well, he considers me a whore. His whore."
Treize blanched. "Oh, Quatre, i'm so sorry that you... that you two didn't work out. Oh my Gods, and you looked so GOOD together! I can't believe he CALLED you that!" Quatre smiled sadly. "Well, we can't all be pleased with what we have, hmm?" He took Treize's hands and caught his eyes. "I understand something of the same happened to you and... and Zechs."
Treize froze at the mention of that name. Zechs... oh, Zechs... //What did I do to deserve your hatred?// He sighed. This was going to be a long night.
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well, i have finally finished!
whew!
ano, i don't have the inspiration for a rant right now, so i'll just sign off.
PLEASE EMAIL ME OR SEND ME FEEDBACK!!!
exztazi@angelfire.com
exztazi@mechpilot.com
Ja!
treize *sighs* exztazi... just give them the warnings and leave them alone.
exztazi ano... right. well, this ficcie is AU (in a way), yaoi, probably some yuri at one point or another, takes place after the war, OOC of course... hmm... it might be a little citrusy. *makes face* i don't usually write lemons, in case you haven't noticed by now, so you hentai's out there will be disappointed. *both treize and exztazi study audience; both sweatdrop*
exztazi *points to you* that one is! i just KNOW it!
treize *sighs* it's not nice to point, you know. *looks at audience* forgive my daughter, she can be odd at times.
*duo enters*
duo my apprentice isn't odd, she's just a maniac, like me! *grins*
exztazi *grins and tugs treize's arm* see daddy, i TOLD you Shinigami existed!
treize ano... exztazi, that's not Shinigami, that's a gundam pilot named duo maxwell.
exztazi and duo are you SURE?
treize *sweatdrops* just get on with it, exztazi.
exztazi *sighs dramatically and shrugs* you finish for me, oh master... daddy and i have to meet father somewhere. ja! *drags treize out*
duo eheh-he... well... *looks at audience* she left me with you. i could have fun with this... *waves* are any of you guys hentais? I AM!!! tell me if you are! *waits; roar of affirmation from audience. duo is blown away from wind created by hentai audience* WHOA! you guys really ARE hentais! *winks* just wait... she'll make ya' proud someday! well... time for me ta' go! if anyone else wants to be my apprentice, tell exztazi! ja! *disappears*
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Hiro stopped in front of Quatre's room and paused. He'd been the one elected to talk to the small boy about his earlier behavior. Obviously, Quatre had been seriously hurt by Trowa to even act melancholy. This, however, went beyond melancholy. It was frightening to think that the sunny blond could change so drastically in a few short hours. //Hard to believe that Trowa has that kind of power over him. I wonder if I'll do any good.// He stared for a moment more at the door and then knocked. Quatre's voice told him that it was open. Mentally bracing himself, Hiro stepped inside.
Quatre watched the dark-haired boy as he walked toward the bed, noting the particularly set look on Hiro's face. "Something you wanted?" Quatre asked sweetly, giving Hiro a smile that was as fake as his tone. The older boy sighed and looked up at the blond, meeting his eyes. "I'd like to know what happened, yes," he said, taking Quatre's hand and turning it over in his own, rubbing his thumb gently across the palm. Quatre sighed and shook his head. "I discovered that i'm nothing. That's what happened, Hiro." The dark-haired boy's eyes were troubled. "Whatever gave you that idea? You shouldn't have listened to Trowa. What does he know?" The blond stood angrily, eyes flashing. "Obviously more than I do, Hiro." Leaving that for Hiro to swallow, he left, slamming the door.
***
No sound permeated the room, the silence almost deafening in its intensity. A lone, dark-haired, tall young man with cold green eyes sat on the floor, cross-legged. The afore-mentioned eyes now were anguished, gem-like with unshed tears. //Gods, what have I done? I've hurt him worse than I thought was possible.// Finally the tears fell, silent as he was wont to be. //I've made him like me.// He picked up the gun in front of him, studying it. It would be so simple to just put it to the side of his head and pull the trigger. Experimentally, he pressed the cold barrel to his temple, feeling the oddly reassuring pressure. //If I did... I could finally be out of my misery... and Quatre... Quatre would be free to do as he wished.// He took the gun away and laid it carefully on the floor. Anyone present would be frightened at the eerie smile that lit the face of Trowa Barton...
***
Treize Kushrenada sighed and stirred his drink, glancing up to once again search the bar for his small friend. Finally a voice startled him.
"Mind if I sit here, beautiful?"
Treize glanced up and saw... "Quatre! Where were you?" He stood and hugged the blond, making room for him in his booth. Quatre was dressed to kill, all leather, in a mini-skirt, slits up to his hip, fishnet stockings, high heeled boots, a vest that showed off amazingly convincing cleavage, and a short black coat trimmed in boa feathers. "You look very nice, Quatre. Why the leather?" Treize himself preferred oversized sweaters, comfortable faded jeans, and hiking boots, but since this WAS a bar, he'd donned leather pants and a burgundy silk shirt. Quatre smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "It's good to see you again, Treize. I was changing, and I simply felt like leather tonight." His smile widened slightly. "Any other questions?" Treize shook his head. "I suppose not. So this is your new haunt, hm? Nice. A gay bar, I see." Quatre nodded and tapped out a cigarrette. "My sister, Jacquie, owns it. She's on my mother's side, not my father's, and she's gay herself. Taught me everything I know about cross-dressing, oddly enough." Treize nodded absently, twining a finger in his nearly chin-length hair. "That's not what you wanted to talk to me about, is it?" Quatre laughed harshly. "No, it's not."
"Trowa and I have... well, he considers me a whore. His whore."
Treize blanched. "Oh, Quatre, i'm so sorry that you... that you two didn't work out. Oh my Gods, and you looked so GOOD together! I can't believe he CALLED you that!" Quatre smiled sadly. "Well, we can't all be pleased with what we have, hmm?" He took Treize's hands and caught his eyes. "I understand something of the same happened to you and... and Zechs."
Treize froze at the mention of that name. Zechs... oh, Zechs... //What did I do to deserve your hatred?// He sighed. This was going to be a long night.
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well, i have finally finished!
whew!
ano, i don't have the inspiration for a rant right now, so i'll just sign off.
PLEASE EMAIL ME OR SEND ME FEEDBACK!!!
exztazi@angelfire.com
exztazi@mechpilot.com
Ja!