It was only the afternoon, and already I felt the thirst growing inside
of me. It was always there, really. It bothered me that, lately, it had
been getting a little out of hand. Not so long ago I could go along a week
with only one kill, but now I had to kill almost every night to satisfy
myself, for a while.
Now there was no way I could describe how it felt to drink up the blood
of another, but the thirst I could do. Depending on how long a vampire
has drunk, its body will slowly begin to decompose. It would be like something
deep inside your stomach trying to get out, and eating piece by piece your
body. Your skin would turn as white as pure snow and would shrink down
the bones, the eyes would appear like large black orbs with the irises
like a cat's, and the fangs would appear longer. It was pure horror.
Of course, it had only happened once. But the circumstances were different.
Time to forget that, all of it. I stopped near a pillar, where the garden
began not far after. Sometimes when I looked at the flowers, especially
the red roses, I would hallucinate that a body would the sprawled deep
inside the shrub, dead. But my imagination was far too wide. Even for myself.
Someone long ago had said the very same thing.
My eyes closed and I walked forward so that I was leaning against the large
marble pillar. The sun warmed my cold hands, my bare arms, my face. It
was all so beautiful, and yet my eyes were still closed. But the beauty
of life itself, the essence in which I am able to live among mortals, and
yet I myself am immortal. In reality, I should have been dead ages ago,
but I'm still walking.
The fact that I shouldn't be changing anything in the mortal world frightened
me.
Now, I am probably boring you. Me and my big words! In truth, I have always
thought mortals to be stupid and utterly hopeless. My views were changed
when I met these pilots. There was something in them that had attached
me so closely to the young ones, and in silence I had so much love for
all of them.
I laughed at them and I loved them. How strange this must sound.
Even thinking of it, I grinned to myself, snickering. And finally I burst
out with laughter, my shoulders shacking against the cold marble. But it
was so hilarious to think of it! To think, they are like lab mice for scientists,
and yet the scientists are the ones who loathe the mice for what they are.
I stopped suddenly. Someone was coming my way. I straitened myself and
arranged the sleeveless shirt I had been wearing before, like any mortal
would do. Or maybe it was only me, who thought these things. No matter.
Footsteps growing louder, but with agility. The pace was not slow nor fast,
just as normal as normal. And with footsteps came a smell, like lavender
shampoo. I could already make an image of him in my mind. His dark brown
hair flying on his face, his eyes monotone.
He walked silently until he was on the other side of the pillar, then,
to my surprise, he leaned against the marble pillar. He sighed deeply and
didn't say a word.
"Heero." I said, in almost a whisper. I would have enjoyed staying there
though, the sun in my face, and he behind me, thinking, like I would be
doing. But I really didn't know why I said his name.
"We have another mission." His voice was without emotion, but what else
was different? There was something that bothered me in him, his voice especially,
it sounded to hurt. It was maybe the fact that peace was supposed to have
stayed, and yet we still had missions once in a while. Nothing more than
small organizations trying to provoke the people, we didn't even need our
Gundams.
But why did Heero sound so hurt? There was something else on his mind.
"And...?" I knew it wasn't right to push him, but I was curious. Curiosity
killed the cat, fortunately, I wasn't a cat. I was much more than
that, and yet I felt as nothing more sometimes. Dammit, I'm confusing myself
again.
"It's the HAZE organization again. Word is that they have planned to attack
a nearby town in two weeks from now. Not only that, but they will be disguising
themselves in OZ uniforms, therefore thinking of creating yet another war."
He stopped for a second, then hit his hand hard against the marble. "Dammit!
What's the point of creating another war? Why must people create sorrow
and death? Is it to please their own pleasure?"
I listened to him, and I felt sorry for him. Here was a boy who grew up
to be a perfect soldier, but that was all he was good at. He was only now
beginning to know how it felt, to feel real anger, and to speak more and
more about his feelings. How horrifying, to be born in the body of a fifteen
year old, when you have the feelings of a three year old. Horrifying yet
beautiful.
"Heero, humans have a certain nature. War is in that nature, and those
who have evolved from that know what war really is, while the others think
of it as a way of life. To be the All Powerful, it's nothing more than
a dream, a reality that will never come into ours."
I knew
this because I had met a person just like that, a long time ago...
He turned his head around and looked at me, but I continued looking in
front.
"Duo..."
I turned my head in turn and looked back at him, I grinned at put a hand
on his shoulder. "Don't think of it much Heero, so when will we go into
action?"
For a second he looked hurt, but his eyes quickly looked back towards the
hallway as he began to walk away. "We will be disguising ourselves as HAZE
soldiers, and we'll be there for about a week at most. We will stop this
event at all costs."
A week? At most? No! I could handle a one day mission, even a two day.
But how would I be able to last a week without showing my true self? "Heero!
Wait!"
"What?"
"A week? Couldn't we just attack them all in one night? Or warn the town?
Why must we join HAZE when we could destroy them as easily as we did with
the others?" I was walking towards him, my arms outstretched and my mouth
wide open.
"Duo, it's much easier to just go along with the plan. The others have
agreed on it. And don't forget, Mobile Suits no longer exist." He had a
pained expression on his face when he said it. Heh, maybe he was breaking
finally.
I decided not to say anymore. Hey, I was more than a hundred years old,
I could easily fool them. Covering up my 'tracks' shouldn't be as hard
to do. People die everywhere now.
And yet my very own ignorance killed a part of my soul.
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Author's note: Erm,
I don't like this chapter very much, probably because the ending wasn't
detailed enough, oh well. There will be one more chapter before I start
writing on how Duo became a vampire, and I'll mush it up in one big chapter.
Um, yeah, that's about it. Please leave some feedback telling me you like
this story! I'm beginning to really get into it too! Well, that's all.
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