tantrys - ffiction - stop the world - 6
Stop The World
6
Shounen ai Gundam Wing
Warnings: This is still shounen ai. Gotta love me. This is a short take-- it didn't didn't really go well with the chapter before, and the next chapter is much better divided... My head *hurts*. My fingers *hurt*. I've never taken on anything like this before... ::cries::
Quatre watched from the back door frame as Duo swept the floor twice with a decrepit broom and stopped. The energetic young man surveyed the sales floor and nodded.
"Looks good." He twirled around and swaggered over to where Quatre stood. Duo nodded and seemed completely at ease at being caught in his laziness. He squeezed past Quatre's small form in the doorway and leaned the broom against the wall.
"Duo," Quatre warned. Duo paused halfway up the stairs. His face as he turned was guilty now. Quatre pointed to the broom. "In the closet."
"Aww," Duo attempted. He slumped over the stair railing, and pouted out his lip at his resolute friend. "I'm so tiiired can't it wait till morning? I'm sure the broom won't mind!"
Resisting the urge to smile Quatre shook his head. "The broom might not, but I do." But he didn't have to continue. Duo was already thudding back down the stairs. He offered Quatre a pitiful look at which Quatre raised nose and looked away. Duo laughed and picked up the pace to the storeroom closet.
Quatre watched Duo disappear and frowned slightly.... I can't believe... Heero had wings-- cut, *bleeding* wings! He shivered slightly. And Relena's story about the fallen angels... It can not be a hallucination. He lightened his statement as Duo reappeared, slightly dusty but cheerfully sleepy. Quatre followed him up the stairs. They passed by Iria's door quickly, and wished each other goodnight softly... As two doors clicked shut, a dim light flared to life in the hall-- its rays were shining faintly from behind the unoccupied bedroom door...
He swept his hand dreamily across the white coated vanity table... His fingers left no marks in the thickly coated dust. The investigators had swept the entire room vainly for fingerprints, and now it glittered white, like snow... He drifted over to the white outline on the darkly stained floor, and sighed.
It still smells so beautiful in here, he decided. A wolfish grin creased his face. But now.... more of copper... more of blood, than flowers... He laughed and breathed deeper-- so much blood, blood every where-- his eyes shot open as the coppery fragrance of *different* blood flared in his nostrils.
*He* can't be here. Not here, not here to taint this as well-- He breathed again, cautiously, concentrating on the foreign odor.... It was.....
He rose from the room, and returned quickly to the heavens... He was stiffening with the rage of realization, the fury that *he* dare invade.... dare be fallen, here.....