The Haunting
By Koneko Yuy
Disclaimers: I own CRAP! There! I've said it! Hn...
Author's Notes: Geesh.. I spent a good half hour in a corner
trying to figure out this fleeting fic idea. I thank Zo for
helping me out. Thanks! ^_^ Oh, and Moria belongs to her. *bows
respectfully to Zo*
Fear is a funny thing. If you think about it, we get scared over the strangest things.
I've noticed that.
It's like we have nothing to be scared of, yet we're scared of something.
Always.
Constantly.
It's annoying.
Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Duo Maxwell.
I may run and I may hide, but I NEVER tell a lie.
It's not in my character, you see?
That and I've been taught for most of my life that lying is not a good thing.
There I go again.
If it's not obvious, I babble.
My koi says no one can out babble me.
I love the guy to death.
Of course, if I look up from this to tell him that, he'll throw his soda can at me, say, "Hn. Stupid baka." and leave the room.
You never would have guessed that no more than a week has passed since what happened to us.
Heero Yuy, my koibito or boyfriend, used to suffer from insomnia.
It wasn't actually his fault.
He was having these really strange dreams.
Later, we found out they were dreams from his past, but I degress.
I'm babbling again. You don't want my 'mindless babble' as Heero so lovingly calls it.
Looking up at him, I can see him he's not paying attention to me. His eyes are closed as he plays on the drumset I got him shortly after we escaped from... the house... He also has a headset on because he's listening to a diskman, and therefore, he couldn't hear me if I called to him. I can almost hear the music he's keeping beat to on the drums, but I can hear his foot tapping along with the beat.
I believe the song is Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz, but again, I'm babbling. I only say I got him into the group. He's blameless. It's all my fault. I take all the credit. What can I say? I love the guy!
Anyway... Once again, I degress. His new taste in music has nothing to do with fear. Nor our story.
I still remember the day we left that house.......
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Heero pulled my arms around him, as if still trying to ward himself from the thing that had haunted him for the longest time, even though it was trapped in the old house behind us.
I could feel the infant inside him kick just as easily as I could still feel his fear. He looked up at me over his shoulder as the caretakers opened the locked gate. He gave me this little smile and I swear my heart melted for him all over again.
I suppose the smile just made the past week all worthwhile.....