Never Look Back
Chapter 04
Written by Silver Vixen
The alarm started its relentless drone of the early morning hours, the pounding monotony that drew the braided young man out of his deep, dream filled sleep. He slapped the bedside table, fumbling for the clock for a few seconds before finding it and hitting the off button. He lay on his bed, hands crossed behind his head, for a few minutes, looking up at the pale blue ceiling.
The dreams had returned, the memories this town brought were to great, to powerful to try to ignore. The force that brought him here year after year was relentless, not unlike the alarm clock. He sighed and rolled himself out of bed, walk sleepily over to the large mirror outside the bathroom, rubbing his eyes with one hand, covering a yawn with the other.
He blinked tiredly at his reflection, reviewing his features. The reflection was scruffy, its long braid coming apart and dark priest like clothing crumpled. His dark blue eyes were almost black and had bags under them from little sleep. He yawned again and looked at his watch with bleary eyes.
"It's 8:00 already…argh…" he sighed, making his way into the bathroom. He shed his crumpled clothing onto the floor, exposing a slim figure marked with the white lines of scars along his back, sides, and chest.
Tugging the hair tie out of his hair with one hand, he reached over with the other to turn on the hot water. He tugged his braid out of its sections so it fell down his back in shimmering, rippling waves of brown and gold. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water course over his body, closing his eyes and letting the heat envelop him.
He dumped a full container of hotel shampoo onto his head, working it into lather throughout his long hair. Rinsing the shampoo out again he slowly cleared his mind of thoughts, relaxing and letting his mind wander into nowhere. After finishing rinsing his hair he stood under the water, gradually relaxing his muscles and tendons until he felt completely at ease and calmed.
He had learned how to relax his body and mind until he no longer needed to breathe. In his previous line of profession faking you were dead could mean life or death.
His thoughts wandered over the past years of his life, how he had started his own business with Hilde as his partner, how she had gotten married, how they had worked together, and how he had finally realized his true feelings for Heero. It was strange almost to be thinking of these things now when the past mattered so much.
He turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower, being careful not to slip on the sudsy tub. He shook his head like a dog, splattering water droplets everywhere. He grinned at his bedraggled reflection in the mirror and stuck out his tongue in a moment of silliness.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked back into his room, rummaging around in his duffel for a new set of clothes. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a cotton T-shirt which he pulled on. Running his fingers through his hair, he braided it swiftly, his fingers flying in the familiar patterns he knew so well. Pausing only to grab his car keys he sailed out the door, leaving the room in silence once more.
*
The boy slowly slid his finger over the precipitation on the glass, leaving a streak of clear glass behind. He continued to draw shapes, square, circle, rectangle, and star, then stopped when he ran out of room on the window.
He sighed and stood up, moving a few feet to the left and plopping down once more. He began his task again, square, circle, rectangle, star, then stopped again. This time though, he let his fingers slid down the glass, leaving tear like streaks that exposed the pouring rain outside. He then pressed his cheek against the window, his breath fogging the glass again.
Silently, in the darkness of the Church a lone nun watched him continue his monotonous drawing. She slipped out of the darkness and walked to the small figure in front of the window. Leaning over she gave him a hug that practically enveloped the boy in her black habit. He raised his cheek from the window and slipped out of her arms to walk to the next window.
He sat and began with the square once again, then looked up at her and gave her a smile that broke her heart.
*
tum tum tum...ACK! I burned my pizza! (I'm making dinner...or should I say burning it...). Darn it...T.T
Chapter 04
Written by Silver Vixen
The alarm started its relentless drone of the early morning hours, the pounding monotony that drew the braided young man out of his deep, dream filled sleep. He slapped the bedside table, fumbling for the clock for a few seconds before finding it and hitting the off button. He lay on his bed, hands crossed behind his head, for a few minutes, looking up at the pale blue ceiling.
The dreams had returned, the memories this town brought were to great, to powerful to try to ignore. The force that brought him here year after year was relentless, not unlike the alarm clock. He sighed and rolled himself out of bed, walk sleepily over to the large mirror outside the bathroom, rubbing his eyes with one hand, covering a yawn with the other.
He blinked tiredly at his reflection, reviewing his features. The reflection was scruffy, its long braid coming apart and dark priest like clothing crumpled. His dark blue eyes were almost black and had bags under them from little sleep. He yawned again and looked at his watch with bleary eyes.
"It's 8:00 already…argh…" he sighed, making his way into the bathroom. He shed his crumpled clothing onto the floor, exposing a slim figure marked with the white lines of scars along his back, sides, and chest.
Tugging the hair tie out of his hair with one hand, he reached over with the other to turn on the hot water. He tugged his braid out of its sections so it fell down his back in shimmering, rippling waves of brown and gold. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water course over his body, closing his eyes and letting the heat envelop him.
He dumped a full container of hotel shampoo onto his head, working it into lather throughout his long hair. Rinsing the shampoo out again he slowly cleared his mind of thoughts, relaxing and letting his mind wander into nowhere. After finishing rinsing his hair he stood under the water, gradually relaxing his muscles and tendons until he felt completely at ease and calmed.
He had learned how to relax his body and mind until he no longer needed to breathe. In his previous line of profession faking you were dead could mean life or death.
His thoughts wandered over the past years of his life, how he had started his own business with Hilde as his partner, how she had gotten married, how they had worked together, and how he had finally realized his true feelings for Heero. It was strange almost to be thinking of these things now when the past mattered so much.
He turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower, being careful not to slip on the sudsy tub. He shook his head like a dog, splattering water droplets everywhere. He grinned at his bedraggled reflection in the mirror and stuck out his tongue in a moment of silliness.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked back into his room, rummaging around in his duffel for a new set of clothes. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a cotton T-shirt which he pulled on. Running his fingers through his hair, he braided it swiftly, his fingers flying in the familiar patterns he knew so well. Pausing only to grab his car keys he sailed out the door, leaving the room in silence once more.
*
The boy slowly slid his finger over the precipitation on the glass, leaving a streak of clear glass behind. He continued to draw shapes, square, circle, rectangle, and star, then stopped when he ran out of room on the window.
He sighed and stood up, moving a few feet to the left and plopping down once more. He began his task again, square, circle, rectangle, star, then stopped again. This time though, he let his fingers slid down the glass, leaving tear like streaks that exposed the pouring rain outside. He then pressed his cheek against the window, his breath fogging the glass again.
Silently, in the darkness of the Church a lone nun watched him continue his monotonous drawing. She slipped out of the darkness and walked to the small figure in front of the window. Leaning over she gave him a hug that practically enveloped the boy in her black habit. He raised his cheek from the window and slipped out of her arms to walk to the next window.
He sat and began with the square once again, then looked up at her and gave her a smile that broke her heart.
*
tum tum tum...ACK! I burned my pizza! (I'm making dinner...or should I say burning it...). Darn it...T.T