Author's note: Thanks Skip - I'd forgotten about the timeline.... Erm, set
sometime before the end of the war and Endless Waltz etc. (I couldn't be
more vague if I tried.)
d o w n w a r d s p i r a l
Chapter Four.
Idiotic.
Disgusting.
Inexcusable.
I fainted.
I FUCKING fainted!
02 - the big, bad Gundam pilot: God of Death himself - can't deal with his problems and faints at a little blood loss.
Pathetic.
I feel my face twist into an ugly sneer at my behaviour: a far cry from my usual, cheerful grin.
Fists clenched tightly: I want to throw something - to hurt somebody.
Which is exactly why I'm sitting on the dark, freezing cold roof, hugging my knees.
I really don't want to embarrass myself in front of the others; and anyway, I think that I've received (caused) enough damage for one day.
Footsteps startle me out of my thoughts: purposeful and sure, despite the dusting of glittering frost.
Heero - No-one else could get so close without me knowing about it.
I place my left hand over my fresh cuts, reassuring myself for the thousandth time that my sleeves hide the self-inflicted damage.
I feel nauseous at the mere idea of anyone knowing.
"What are you doing, Duo?"
A pause.
"Counting the stars."
The heat of his gaze on the back of my neck.
I wonder what he's thinking.
What am I saying? Who cares what the bastard thinks of me.
Seconds stretch into minutes, before he turns and gracefully stalks back the way he came.
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By the way, in case you're wondering - I'm not planning to make anything of these 1x2/2x1 hints - they just suit my purposes in this story.
Reviews please - and its great to see so many accomplished writers reviewing my work - thank you.
d o w n w a r d s p i r a l
Chapter Four.
Idiotic.
Disgusting.
Inexcusable.
I fainted.
I FUCKING fainted!
02 - the big, bad Gundam pilot: God of Death himself - can't deal with his problems and faints at a little blood loss.
Pathetic.
I feel my face twist into an ugly sneer at my behaviour: a far cry from my usual, cheerful grin.
Fists clenched tightly: I want to throw something - to hurt somebody.
Which is exactly why I'm sitting on the dark, freezing cold roof, hugging my knees.
I really don't want to embarrass myself in front of the others; and anyway, I think that I've received (caused) enough damage for one day.
Footsteps startle me out of my thoughts: purposeful and sure, despite the dusting of glittering frost.
Heero - No-one else could get so close without me knowing about it.
I place my left hand over my fresh cuts, reassuring myself for the thousandth time that my sleeves hide the self-inflicted damage.
I feel nauseous at the mere idea of anyone knowing.
"What are you doing, Duo?"
A pause.
"Counting the stars."
The heat of his gaze on the back of my neck.
I wonder what he's thinking.
What am I saying? Who cares what the bastard thinks of me.
Seconds stretch into minutes, before he turns and gracefully stalks back the way he came.
*****************************************
By the way, in case you're wondering - I'm not planning to make anything of these 1x2/2x1 hints - they just suit my purposes in this story.
Reviews please - and its great to see so many accomplished writers reviewing my work - thank you.
