When Your Secret Comes Out
It was a quiet day in the G-boys apartment room, too quiet. They were undercover at another school and Quatre got them the best and biggest one there. Well, you see Duo is usually making lots of noise and messing up the place, but today was Sunday, but not just any Sunday, the Sunday that he lost the church and his life and became a slave to the war.
Like always, Duo's grab was all black. He had long ago given up on the priest outfit everyday, he expanding his wardrobe to all kinds of Goth-y clothing. Lots of leather, cannot forget the leather Duo had fallen in love with leather the moment it touched his skin. Today he was wearing a long black leather coat, a 3/4 trench (AN: that's a long coat, but it isn't a full trench... I want one) It tied and the hips, which gave him a rather feminine look. He had long, slightly baggy black pants, his shirt, which was covered by the coat was a black t-shirt with a long sleeved fish net shirt underneath. On his hand he wore two black leather gloves and finally, around his neck he wore a black scarf and a cross.
Duo was sitting one his bed. He was on Earth, so he couldn't go see the church and put flowers on the broken steps, no, instead he had to just think about it. Which hurt more then seeing it again. He looked around the room he and Heero shared. Silence. All except for the Typpity, type, tap, tap, typpity, tap, tap, whrrrrrrr, of Heero's laptop. Duo growled. He hated that laptop. Loved Heero, but hated the laptop. Typpity, type, type, tap, tap, tap... It was maddening. All day and night, that's all Heero did, well minus an occasional 'Hn'.
"Heechan... Can't we get out of here and take a walk?" Duo whined, it would be better then sitting here, just sitting here and thinking. Thinking about the past is useless and no one knew that better then Shinigami himself; Duo!
"Hn" Duo crinkled his nose. 'Hn', how annoying.
"I've learned your 'Hn's meanings. I can translate that one as ' No, I'm rather busy on my computer, but you can take a walk by yourself if you'd like!' That's how it translates." Heero raised an eyebrow, but kept typing.
"Well, then, maybe we can take a walk later?" Duo tried.
"Um" was the oh so intelligent answer from Heero. Duo frowned, then smirked.
"That, translated, means 'Maybe, but don't count on it because by then I'll have to type up another report!' Am I right?"
Heero closed his eyes for a moment and then let out a...
"Un" Duo was taken aback.
" 'Un' huh? Never heard that one before... Better put it on my oh-so extensive list 'The Ultimate Guide To Heero's Tongue'!" Duo tried to be the jokester, and it fooled everyone but him.
"OUT!" Heero commanded.
"Oh, my GOD! Heero spoke... not much, but he spoke a REAL word!" Duo exclaimed as he bounded out of the room to bother the others.
It wasn't how he wanted to have his day go, but it was the only way that kept him from blaming himself. Of course he would end it with a nice slice to the wrists, a kiss from Heero and a chapter of the book he was reading.
Night = Bed and Bed = Sleep. So, would Night + Bed = Sleep? Well, not if your Duo Maxwell, God of Death, but more importantly, Over seer of Earth. This is more thoroughly explained in Duo's book 'The Over Seer's and Death, not to Mention the Almighty' which is kept in a different dimension, in Duo lair, sitting open to page 678 (the middle) on a stand. This book has gone un read by any mortal and is only for the new over seer's of new planets. Duo and the other "older" over seer's wrote it 100 years before humans and 56 years after the Glorokin race appeared. And with that explained we move on to the next Earth day, not Glorokin day which doesn't start for another 45 hours, begins. And it's Monday, brisk, happy, bright, not the anniversary of something sad Monday!
It all starts with Wufei trying to make pancakes, but not succeeding. Quatre watched, highly amused, as Wufei tossed another black pancake into the air. He tried to catch it in the pan, but it landed on the floor and shattered into a hundred little pieces. Trowa who was watching this said rather deadpan.
"Oh, drat, That one was mine." Quatre started giggling when Wufei placed a rather burnt pancake in front of him.
"Ummmm, gee, thanks..." he said as he thought to himself ' Never request pancakes when it's Wufei's turn to cook!' He banged knife on the middle, just incase he could pick out some fluffy, light brown, un-burnt middle. With a final swing at it..
"BANG.... CRACK!" it was open! But was that a good thing. Greenish ooze gushed out of the middle. Quatre just stared at it for a moment before turning a bit green himself.
"Is, is it supposed to be green?" he asked quietly. Trowa and Wufie both looked at the ooze.
"No" Wufei stated, and with that Quatre ran from the room to the bathroom. Trowa ran after him with a concerned look on his face. Just then Duo came waltzing into the room dragging Heero behind.
"What's for breakfeast, Wu-man?" Wufei glared at him and reached into the cupboard and threw a box a Duo.
"Cereal, and you can make it yourself!" with that Wufei stormed out of the kitchen mumbling about weak stomachs and injustice. Duo shrugged and poured himself some cereal. Today was the convention of the over seer's. Today was the mission... Today was the math exam and Latin test. Today was officially shitty. Heero sat down next to him. The convention... they were always so boring! Most of the over seer's are so old and only whine about their people. Plus most didn't even live among their people, just sit in their other dimension. Heero took a sip of coffee. Duo wasn't the conventional type. They all wanted him to conform and grow up.
"Conform, conform, conform." He muttered to himself. Heero looked at him.
"What?" He asked. Duo looked at Heero and blushed.
"Nothing Koi! We better get going!" Duo gave Heero a huge grin.
"Hai."
School was a night mare for Duo. The kids didn't like his weird ways. They also didn't like the way he talked about himself being The Over Seer. Of course he called himself Death or Shinigami, but it was the nub of it. The others made fun of them and Heero would glare at everyone, sometimes even Duo for bringing it up. Every other Over Seer was well respected, they had no competition, oh, no. But Duo did. He had to compete with 'God'. He had looked every where for this Heaven place and concluded that it was either in a secret dimension or it didn't exist at all. The kids didn't like his theories about there being no god, well besides him (Duo). Even his other four partners didn't believe him. They didn't shoe it nearly as much as the kids at school. But he knew, he knew.
The 5 of them were walking towards the school. The path they were taking was over the school yard, past a group of populars, over the parking lot and past the skaters. Duo moaned inwardly, the pops enjoyed to give him a hard time and the skaters tried to knock him on his faithless butt. Duo sucked it all up, pushed out his chest, decided that looked odd, arched himself in a rather evil stance and marched on with a smile playing on his lips. He went through this almost every day. Thinking. He always thought WAY to much.
"Oh, look!" a pop sneered. "If it isn't the God of Death himself, Drum roll please.."
"Tatatatatatatatata" came the response.
"The FREAK, DUO!" The pop mock bowed. 'Sarcasm' Duo thought with a smirk ' I can work with that!'.
"Oh, faithful follower, thank you for your tribute, but when your time comes it comes. No flattery can change the fates, that you will die on December 24, 57 years old, a bald, fat old man! Your file stays as is Faithful follower!" Duo bowed. He hadn't lied, he told it with a straight face. The boy looked at him as other laughed for their own reason. Before the Pop got a comeback, Heero had dragged his koi by the braid away from ear shot.
"Oh, that was fun!" Duo squealed happily.
"You sounded so serious when you said that!" Quatre said smiling. Duo looked at him oddly.
"I was being serious, about the dying part I mean." Wufei huffed in disbelief.
"Sure, and how do you know that? Gonna kill him your self?"
"No, I have it on file."
