Chapter Two- Realizations
Quatre Rebeba Winner leaned his head against his hand, sighing. He let his eyes wander around his prim office, from the pristine walls to the sturdy bookcase then back to his desk. He tensed when the telephone rang, but then relaxed and just let it ring. "I'm too young to be heading and empire." He sighed, leaning his head deeper into his hand. "Shit!" he cried, quickly pulling his head back, drops of blood dripping down his pale face. He examined his hand. "What in the world." A tiny shard of something that looked a lot like a bone was melting down into his hand, with a small slurp sound. He just gazed in disbelief at his hand, and then abruptly smacked himself across his face, smearing the blood. "I'm going crazy." He muttered, looking back down at his hand. Nothing. The telephone rang, determined to be picked up and answered. Quatre grinned, his eyes flashing dangerously. He picked up the source of his annoyance and threw it up against the wall, the sound of it breaking into little pieces oddly satisfying. He sat back down in the big, comfortable office chair and began typing on his computer. After a while he stretched his arms out, letting out a comfortable moan. When he brought his arms back down to type, he muffled a scream. The arms of his suit were in shreds, and in between the spoiled fabric he could see bone pieces being sucked back into his arm.
"Sally!" Chang Wufei yelled, cupping his hands to his mouth. "Sally, did you sort the file?" Sally poked her head around the corner, looking irritated. "If you care so much about your precious files, why don't you go and look for yourself?" Wufei growled and stalked down the opposite end of the corridor, which happened to be farthest away from the files in question. "Onna, you have no idea."he muttered cynically, leaning against a nondescript wall moodily. "Hey Wufei, having problems with Sally?" Wufei whipped his head toward the voice. Darien! Wufei felt his adrenaline rise, but he fought it and stayed relaxed against the wall. "Well, Darien, I would think it would be none of you business. Sally is my partner." Darien chuckled, his eyes remaining cold and accusing. "Partner in.bed? She is quite a catch; maybe you should leave her to me." Before he could chuckle again, Wufei had him up against the wall, a fire dancing in his onyx eyes. "What would you like to say about Sa-Aaah?" Wufei clutched his fist in pain, loosening his clench on Darien. Darien took this opportunity to his advantage and kicked Wufei to the floor, laughing maniacally. He kicked the doubled up Wufei again before walking away, exposing his back. "Big mistake," Wufei muttered, pouncing back onto his feet, all pain forgotten. He tackled Darien with a roar, pinning him to the floor. "Don't mess with Sally." He ordered, his voice cold and grating. Darien nodded in fear, unable to tear his eyes away from Wufei's ever nearing fist. He gulped and gathered his courage before muttering, "But she is a fine piece of ass..." That was all Wufei could take. He raised his fist and started to bring it down on Darien when he felt the pain again, this time greater and more agonizing. He grabbed his fist and watched in awe as three perfect blades protruded from his knuckles, gleaming in the fluorescent light. "Oh shit." Darien muttered, unable to control his fear, lost his bladder. Wufei, who had coped with his new weapon without question, quickly retracted the magnificent blades and got up in disgust. "You might want to clean yourself up." he spat at Darien before walking away, leaving Darien to clean himself up.
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Quatre Rebeba Winner leaned his head against his hand, sighing. He let his eyes wander around his prim office, from the pristine walls to the sturdy bookcase then back to his desk. He tensed when the telephone rang, but then relaxed and just let it ring. "I'm too young to be heading and empire." He sighed, leaning his head deeper into his hand. "Shit!" he cried, quickly pulling his head back, drops of blood dripping down his pale face. He examined his hand. "What in the world." A tiny shard of something that looked a lot like a bone was melting down into his hand, with a small slurp sound. He just gazed in disbelief at his hand, and then abruptly smacked himself across his face, smearing the blood. "I'm going crazy." He muttered, looking back down at his hand. Nothing. The telephone rang, determined to be picked up and answered. Quatre grinned, his eyes flashing dangerously. He picked up the source of his annoyance and threw it up against the wall, the sound of it breaking into little pieces oddly satisfying. He sat back down in the big, comfortable office chair and began typing on his computer. After a while he stretched his arms out, letting out a comfortable moan. When he brought his arms back down to type, he muffled a scream. The arms of his suit were in shreds, and in between the spoiled fabric he could see bone pieces being sucked back into his arm.
"Sally!" Chang Wufei yelled, cupping his hands to his mouth. "Sally, did you sort the file?" Sally poked her head around the corner, looking irritated. "If you care so much about your precious files, why don't you go and look for yourself?" Wufei growled and stalked down the opposite end of the corridor, which happened to be farthest away from the files in question. "Onna, you have no idea."he muttered cynically, leaning against a nondescript wall moodily. "Hey Wufei, having problems with Sally?" Wufei whipped his head toward the voice. Darien! Wufei felt his adrenaline rise, but he fought it and stayed relaxed against the wall. "Well, Darien, I would think it would be none of you business. Sally is my partner." Darien chuckled, his eyes remaining cold and accusing. "Partner in.bed? She is quite a catch; maybe you should leave her to me." Before he could chuckle again, Wufei had him up against the wall, a fire dancing in his onyx eyes. "What would you like to say about Sa-Aaah?" Wufei clutched his fist in pain, loosening his clench on Darien. Darien took this opportunity to his advantage and kicked Wufei to the floor, laughing maniacally. He kicked the doubled up Wufei again before walking away, exposing his back. "Big mistake," Wufei muttered, pouncing back onto his feet, all pain forgotten. He tackled Darien with a roar, pinning him to the floor. "Don't mess with Sally." He ordered, his voice cold and grating. Darien nodded in fear, unable to tear his eyes away from Wufei's ever nearing fist. He gulped and gathered his courage before muttering, "But she is a fine piece of ass..." That was all Wufei could take. He raised his fist and started to bring it down on Darien when he felt the pain again, this time greater and more agonizing. He grabbed his fist and watched in awe as three perfect blades protruded from his knuckles, gleaming in the fluorescent light. "Oh shit." Darien muttered, unable to control his fear, lost his bladder. Wufei, who had coped with his new weapon without question, quickly retracted the magnificent blades and got up in disgust. "You might want to clean yourself up." he spat at Darien before walking away, leaving Darien to clean himself up.
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