by Famira Damaris
Disclaimer: Don't own Generator Gawl...trying
to battle for custody of Gawl though. ^_-
Author's Notes: Looks like I'm on a
writing streak or something, 'cause I'm actually getting some work done...well,
I don't have anything to babble about, except that I decided to put out
another teaser (for Fourth Vision): not sure if I'm gonna have shounen-ai
yet...This teaser is basically from Ryo's point of view (just him sulking
after blowing up . Also, the idea that generators (or animals with sharp
noses) can detect the other generators by individual scents is an idea
that Wyna Hiros suggested while I was writing this - thanks ^_^.
Onto the teaser: or in other words, my little
way of stalling for time
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Fourth Vision (teaser)
[He really
doesn't get it, does he?]
Ryo leaned against the low windowsill
of the secluded corridor – currently, he was the only student within the
halls, though he could hear the laughter and conversation of the other
students as they left their classrooms for lunch. After a sharp, admonishing
lecture from the teacher, he'd been left to his own devices: the middle-aged
man hadn't given him orders to return to the classroom. The blond had retreated
quietly to the deserted hallway, and he'd been moodily staring at the grass
outside for the past twenty minutes since then, willing the green blades
to tell him just *why* Koji had said the things he did, to tell him the
answers to all his questions.
The grass,
of course, had no answers.
Ryo cradled his chin in the palm
of his hand; his elbow perched on the small ledge protruding out from the
windowsill. He closed his eyes, letting out a measured sigh. The blond
wasn't sure why he had been so angry, couldn't figure out what had made
him explode like that. [I'm really losing it aren't I? Losing control like
that…that's something that *Gawl* would do, not me.] He opened his eyes,
staring determinedly at the trunk of a tree only a few yards away. [Still,
Koji had no right to say those things to me…what a terrible sense of timing
he's got!]
Ryo watched as an amber-colored
beetle trundled up the peeling bark of the tree, feeling his anger starting
to rise up again – though he was nowhere near as passionate as before.
The nagging part of his brain cheerfully reminded him that it was as much
*his* fault as Koji's and that he'd been the one at the root of the problem
because of his constant worrying.
He took
the moment to tell his brain to shut the hell up.
[I don't know why I even
bother feeling guilty about what I said. It's Koji's fault, not mine. No
way I'm going to apologize for this!] He tried to summon up the intense
blaze anger that he had felt before, but he could only feel a pale imitation
rise up from the depths, only to fade away like a ghost. Another
halfhearted sigh. [Dammit, now I'm just feeling sorry for myself…this is
so *pathetic*]
His stomach
reminded itself then that it needed to be fed, the ensuing growl causing
an embarrassed flush to rise in Ryo's cheeks. He leaned away from the window
for a moment to look ruefully down, as it rumbled again in protest – he
hadn't eaten in a while. The blond leaned against the ledge again: he didn't
feel like seeing the dark scientist, and he wasn't looking forward to Masami's
attempts to cheer him up. He wasn't in the mood to be cheered up anyway.
He tried to focus on just staring off into space and avoid thinking all
together.
He failed miserably.
His thoughts returned, unbidden, to
his verbal explosion at Koji. [Why can't he just show a little more of
his feelings? He could at least *pretend* that he cares for us…I don't
think I would mind being fooled right now] Ryo hunched his shoulders, staring
down at his hands. The hands that were far too smooth, the fingers that
looked too long and perfect to be human. Hands that looked almost as if
they'd been drawn on blueprints and engineered.
[He doesn't have to be so blunt.
I swear, sometimes I think he just *thrives* off frowning. A smile wouldn't
kill him]
He turned his
hands over idly, looking at his palms. Koji had only been warning Ryo,
hadn't he? Ryo supposed it *was* true: he *did* worry a lot, fixating on
every little problem that came his way. Still, he thought Koji could have
thought of a nicer way of pointing out some of his flaws – sometimes, he
felt he was being treated exactly like Gawl, that Koji apparently didn't
bother to make any distinction between the two.
That might be
part of the problem, Ryo mused. After all, he'd been the one that had known
Koji the longest, not Gawl. [So why does he treat me like an idiot, like
I'm a baby? I can understand why for Gawl – he's still maturing – but *me*?]
The blond bit at his lip and, looking down at his hands (so similar to
Koji and Gawl's!), he suddenly felt vaguely ashamed. He thrust his hands
away, jamming them into his pockets, and straightened. He had known the
taller scientist for as long as he could remember: it didn't make sense,
that Koji (obviously) didn't think of him any better than he did Gawl...Ryo
knew that his partner didn't completely trust the young generator's judgment.
[...I guess he doesn't trust me either...]
He turned this thought
over in his mind as he stepped away from the corridor window. He briefly
wondered why he cared so much about Koji's opinion in the first place –
but no logical answers presented themselves to him, and he gave up trying
to figure himself out. His stomach gave another complaint, and a
reluctant, almost-bitter smile rose on his face. He'd have to put some
food in his body soon: otherwise he wouldn't be able to brood properly,
he reflected dryly.
He started to reach over to close
the open window and hesitated.
[...What's this? ...Something...burning?]
He sniffed at the air experimentally
– again, he caught the odor wafting in, his sensitive nose catching the
faint scent. No, not a fire..familiar, though. Warning alarms were
pealing frantically in the back of his skull but he ignored the instincts
screaming at him as he strove to recognize the smell.
Almost...like
iron...no, close, but that wasn't just it...
He took another breath of the
scented air. Definitely familiar – he knew he'd be scolding himself for
being such an idiot later for not recognizing it immediately. For some
reason, an image of Gawl came up; but Gawl had a much stronger scent, one
that wasn't so…so, well, rancid as *this*.
Rotting meat...metal and blood...
He knew this smell.
A generator on the hunt. He didn't
need to guess who its prey was.
To be completed...
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Well, that's it for now...I'm
going to try to make this chapter a lot longer than the last one: another
character development chapter. Some subtext that could be taken for shounen-ai.
That's pretty much it - except for the supposed "cliff-hanger" (I suck
at those, so I'm trying to practice them to get better ~_~ ). Recently
finished my Neon Genesis Evangelion fanfic (extremely short, Asuka-based,
shojo-ai) Tip of the Iceberg (good little break from Generator
Gawl and Gundam fanfics, which I think I needed...). Not sure
what to do about the Pearl Harbor MST...doesn't seem that appropriate
right now...
Well, flames, questions,
whatever, feel free to send to shampoo_famira@yahoo.com or AIM at
me at S Duo Maxwell 02. Suggestions toward where the story should
turn: I'd prefer it if these where in e-mails, than reviews...but hey,
I can't complain. ^_^;
- Famira Damaris
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