. Hi again. Yes, it's me once more, with another crappy fic. Umm.. this is my second fic, so.. ah.. :o Whatever. x.x; If you guys don't review on this one, I won't continue on with it -- I'll lose the will. So, if ( haha ) you do like it, and want me to continue, review! -wriggles a fingah-
Disclaimers:
... I plea the 5th. e.e; I own NOTHING.. the gel pen was my friend's. Ok, none of this is mine, the mansion, the characters, the show, the word " Shinigami. " Nothing! e.e; Read on. ( Or not, I don't care.. )
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" The Ocean's Caress " Prolouge ( Or however one spells that friggin' word. )
" .. Shinigami.. "
Hollow, empty violet orbs stared hauntingly into the dark room, as the young Gundam pilot sat in a corner. Darkness was setting in, it was a warm, summer evening, though the boy hadn't left his room at all. The 5 pilots had been staying at one of Quatre's beachfront mansions, there hadn't been any missions for a while now, so they decided to take a little break.
Everyone seemed to have been enjoying himself, Quatre and Trowa.. well, they'd enjoy themselves in the Artic, as long as they were together, Wufei had been oddly appropiate, and Heero.. well, Heero was Heero. Duo, on the other hand, had been busy trying to stay out of depression. Two raps on the door, and the handle turned, allowing the stoic form of the Perfect Soldier to walk into the room.
Duo immediatly sprang to his feet, and walked out of the corner, applying one of his fake grins -- he had already mastered the art of facades.
" Hey, Heero! I was just about to leave.. See ya 'round! "
Duo rushed past Heero, dropping his smile a moment before completely passing the other boy, and ran out of the room, and down the hall, to the back door. There, he stopped running, and began a slow walking pace, inhaling the sweet, salty, thick air. The wind pulled out a few strands of chestnut locks from his braid, as he brushed aside his bangs from his eyes. The waves crashed so loudly, it sounded as though they were going to come on land, and just.. wipe out everyone and everything in it's path.
" .. It reminds me of us. Our Gundams so big, so deadly. How many innocents have died by our hands? How many innocents have died by yours? You are nothing but a vast ocean of water, and yet you kill so many. I am but a young man, and have killed so many with my hands. You didn't mean to, but I did. I am a murderer. You.. you are too, I suppose, which makes us the same. " The long haired boy stated to the ocean. " Do you wish to kill us? Go ahead, we can't stop you. I doubt we would even try. And if we did, only to save those who do not deserve to die.. " Duo stood just at the edge of where the waves came up and rolled back, hanging back maybe 3 inches from where he would get wet.
" If I were to just.. jump in, would you take my life? Would you cleanse me, and save the lives of others? Or would you just spit me out, and call me unworthy of your time? Of course, you would spit me out, I am worthy of no one's time, right? I'm just ... I'm just a boy who doesn't know who he really is. And doesn't allow others to see him. They see me as a loud, obnoxious happy-go-lucky boy. ' No worries. ' Shinigami is the God of Death my ass. I am no one. I don't deserve even death. What do I do then? Live.. oh, yes, live on. You wouldn't know, you are never ending. Why do I even bother talking to water?.. Geez, I've lost my mind.. " The boy stood there for a second, watching the waves momentarily, before finding his way up to the house again, stumbling as he went, back up to the illuminated mansion.
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Short, yes, but I wasn't sure of myself. So, if you want me to continue.. :D Click that lil' ol' button down there. ^^; Bye now.
Disclaimers:
... I plea the 5th. e.e; I own NOTHING.. the gel pen was my friend's. Ok, none of this is mine, the mansion, the characters, the show, the word " Shinigami. " Nothing! e.e; Read on. ( Or not, I don't care.. )
*******
" The Ocean's Caress " Prolouge ( Or however one spells that friggin' word. )
" .. Shinigami.. "
Hollow, empty violet orbs stared hauntingly into the dark room, as the young Gundam pilot sat in a corner. Darkness was setting in, it was a warm, summer evening, though the boy hadn't left his room at all. The 5 pilots had been staying at one of Quatre's beachfront mansions, there hadn't been any missions for a while now, so they decided to take a little break.
Everyone seemed to have been enjoying himself, Quatre and Trowa.. well, they'd enjoy themselves in the Artic, as long as they were together, Wufei had been oddly appropiate, and Heero.. well, Heero was Heero. Duo, on the other hand, had been busy trying to stay out of depression. Two raps on the door, and the handle turned, allowing the stoic form of the Perfect Soldier to walk into the room.
Duo immediatly sprang to his feet, and walked out of the corner, applying one of his fake grins -- he had already mastered the art of facades.
" Hey, Heero! I was just about to leave.. See ya 'round! "
Duo rushed past Heero, dropping his smile a moment before completely passing the other boy, and ran out of the room, and down the hall, to the back door. There, he stopped running, and began a slow walking pace, inhaling the sweet, salty, thick air. The wind pulled out a few strands of chestnut locks from his braid, as he brushed aside his bangs from his eyes. The waves crashed so loudly, it sounded as though they were going to come on land, and just.. wipe out everyone and everything in it's path.
" .. It reminds me of us. Our Gundams so big, so deadly. How many innocents have died by our hands? How many innocents have died by yours? You are nothing but a vast ocean of water, and yet you kill so many. I am but a young man, and have killed so many with my hands. You didn't mean to, but I did. I am a murderer. You.. you are too, I suppose, which makes us the same. " The long haired boy stated to the ocean. " Do you wish to kill us? Go ahead, we can't stop you. I doubt we would even try. And if we did, only to save those who do not deserve to die.. " Duo stood just at the edge of where the waves came up and rolled back, hanging back maybe 3 inches from where he would get wet.
" If I were to just.. jump in, would you take my life? Would you cleanse me, and save the lives of others? Or would you just spit me out, and call me unworthy of your time? Of course, you would spit me out, I am worthy of no one's time, right? I'm just ... I'm just a boy who doesn't know who he really is. And doesn't allow others to see him. They see me as a loud, obnoxious happy-go-lucky boy. ' No worries. ' Shinigami is the God of Death my ass. I am no one. I don't deserve even death. What do I do then? Live.. oh, yes, live on. You wouldn't know, you are never ending. Why do I even bother talking to water?.. Geez, I've lost my mind.. " The boy stood there for a second, watching the waves momentarily, before finding his way up to the house again, stumbling as he went, back up to the illuminated mansion.
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Short, yes, but I wasn't sure of myself. So, if you want me to continue.. :D Click that lil' ol' button down there. ^^; Bye now.