Disclaimer: You know the drill. Never at any point in time did I ever own
Gundam Wing or its characters, sad but true.
Enjoy.
Angelicus Daemon
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katsumi
"Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song. Laugh for the time is short, a thread the length of a span."
John Mansfield
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*.Why? Why must I be the tool of death? I often ask myself such questions. And in the end I can only come up with one simple answer - if not me who. It seems this is my calling of sorts. What I was born to do. But even though I know I fight for a righteous cause, I still feel nauseated with myself. My hands are stained with blood.*
"Hey Miss! May I please have a coffee over here!"
"Hold on a second. I'll be right with you."
Monica raced around a busy coffee shop trying to take orders from irritable customers. She ran behind the counter trying to take a customer's check.
'What was I thinking when I took a job here? I must have been temporarily insane at the time. I may need money, but I don't need to go through this hellhole to get it. Well at least it has a good salary, but if I HAVE TO LISTEN TO ONE MORE FRIGGIN' CUSTOMER BITCHING ABOUT THEIR LIVES. I will be forced to go postal on them. Even the Fallen Angel has a day job.'
A finger that had been tapping her on the back for the last three minutes and a loud voice suddenly yelling "EXCUSE ME, MISS!" in her ear jolted Monica right out of her quiet bitch-athon. Monica whipped around, plastering a fake, saccharin smile on her face - and came face to face with a very familiar person with violet eyes.
"Geez, I was wonderin' if you were deaf or somethin'. Can I get a coffee, sweetheart?"
Monica nodded and quickly turned to one of the many pots of coffee. As she was pouring the coffee, she glanced at Duo who was sitting at a table near the counter and was currently in the process of staring at her. 'I wonder if he recognizes me, from before or that battle. I doubt it.'
As Monica was picking up the coffee, a brusque waiter bumped into her arm with a tray - her injured arm. 'Shit.' As soon as the pointy corner of the tray came in hard contact with her wounded arm, red blood began to stain the pure white bandages covering the wound. The waiter quickly apologized, leaving her to tend to the spilled coffee, stained uniform, and bleeding arm.
Duo, having observed the incident, got up to help Monica. He grabbed a paper towel and helped her clean up the mess on the floor.
"Well at least the floor can be cleaned, but your uniform is a mess. That waiter is such a jackass," Duo conversed with Monica as he helped her clean up the mess. "Hey! Your arm is bleeding. Did that jerk do that to you?"
"No, my arm was already hurt and then when he bumped into me with a tray it just started bleeding again. It should stop soon."
"You're sure you're okay?" Duo questioned worriedly.
"I'm fine," Monica said irritably, "You don't need to worry about me, I'm fine, I can take care of myself, but thanks for your concern."
"Okay, no need to get feisty about it," Duo said apologetically, "You remind me a lot of a girl I once knew. You are a lot like her, both of you are independent. Except she had shorter hair than you and lighter eyes. But besides that you both are very similar looking. Well I need to be going, forget about the coffee. I hope I'll see you around." With that he turned around and walked out of the door.
'So he does remember me after all. But he didn't guess who I am. Have I changed that much. I don't think so. On the inside maybe. Lucky my eyes got darker and my hair grows fast otherwise he might have recognized me. I don't think it's time to let him know I'm still around. I will just not yet, one day maybe.'
Comments: Flames, compliments, anything but forwards to hyperchic2022@hotmail.com
12-18-01
Enjoy.
Angelicus Daemon
-----------------------
katsumi
"Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song. Laugh for the time is short, a thread the length of a span."
John Mansfield
_________________________________________________________________
*.Why? Why must I be the tool of death? I often ask myself such questions. And in the end I can only come up with one simple answer - if not me who. It seems this is my calling of sorts. What I was born to do. But even though I know I fight for a righteous cause, I still feel nauseated with myself. My hands are stained with blood.*
"Hey Miss! May I please have a coffee over here!"
"Hold on a second. I'll be right with you."
Monica raced around a busy coffee shop trying to take orders from irritable customers. She ran behind the counter trying to take a customer's check.
'What was I thinking when I took a job here? I must have been temporarily insane at the time. I may need money, but I don't need to go through this hellhole to get it. Well at least it has a good salary, but if I HAVE TO LISTEN TO ONE MORE FRIGGIN' CUSTOMER BITCHING ABOUT THEIR LIVES. I will be forced to go postal on them. Even the Fallen Angel has a day job.'
A finger that had been tapping her on the back for the last three minutes and a loud voice suddenly yelling "EXCUSE ME, MISS!" in her ear jolted Monica right out of her quiet bitch-athon. Monica whipped around, plastering a fake, saccharin smile on her face - and came face to face with a very familiar person with violet eyes.
"Geez, I was wonderin' if you were deaf or somethin'. Can I get a coffee, sweetheart?"
Monica nodded and quickly turned to one of the many pots of coffee. As she was pouring the coffee, she glanced at Duo who was sitting at a table near the counter and was currently in the process of staring at her. 'I wonder if he recognizes me, from before or that battle. I doubt it.'
As Monica was picking up the coffee, a brusque waiter bumped into her arm with a tray - her injured arm. 'Shit.' As soon as the pointy corner of the tray came in hard contact with her wounded arm, red blood began to stain the pure white bandages covering the wound. The waiter quickly apologized, leaving her to tend to the spilled coffee, stained uniform, and bleeding arm.
Duo, having observed the incident, got up to help Monica. He grabbed a paper towel and helped her clean up the mess on the floor.
"Well at least the floor can be cleaned, but your uniform is a mess. That waiter is such a jackass," Duo conversed with Monica as he helped her clean up the mess. "Hey! Your arm is bleeding. Did that jerk do that to you?"
"No, my arm was already hurt and then when he bumped into me with a tray it just started bleeding again. It should stop soon."
"You're sure you're okay?" Duo questioned worriedly.
"I'm fine," Monica said irritably, "You don't need to worry about me, I'm fine, I can take care of myself, but thanks for your concern."
"Okay, no need to get feisty about it," Duo said apologetically, "You remind me a lot of a girl I once knew. You are a lot like her, both of you are independent. Except she had shorter hair than you and lighter eyes. But besides that you both are very similar looking. Well I need to be going, forget about the coffee. I hope I'll see you around." With that he turned around and walked out of the door.
'So he does remember me after all. But he didn't guess who I am. Have I changed that much. I don't think so. On the inside maybe. Lucky my eyes got darker and my hair grows fast otherwise he might have recognized me. I don't think it's time to let him know I'm still around. I will just not yet, one day maybe.'
Comments: Flames, compliments, anything but forwards to hyperchic2022@hotmail.com
12-18-01
