d o w n w a r d s p i r a l
Chapter Five.
I awake to bright sunlight streaming through my bedroom window, and the sound of Quatre's high, light laughter echoing up from downstairs.
How depressing.
Well - It couldn't get much worse.
A firm knock on my door, which is closely followed by Heero's voice:
"Duo?"
I really shouldn't tempt fate like that.
Now, I could get up and answer that... or I could just turn over and burrow back beneath the covers, in the (vain) hope that he'll go away.
I choose the latter option.
"I know you're awake."
Hey, wow - physic too.
If I don't get up now, Heero will get pissed off and break the door down; which will upset Quatre (even though he would never actually say anything); and then I'll get disapproving looks from Trowa and Wufei for being childish, lazy etc...
But I just can't bring myself to care.
How predictable is Heero? This predictable:
A solid crash shatters any hope I entertained of Heero leaving me in peace, as the door is knocked cleanly off it's hinges. I know I'm in trouble when he pulls off my quilt and gives me his death-glare - I silently thank any deity that's listening for the fact that I wear long sleeves in bed.
Hey guess what? Mr Predictable looks really mad, so I do the only thing I really can do in the face of such danger:
I grin.
"Morning He-chan!"
Unfortunately, my voice doesn't quite convey the chirpy, upbeat, and general annoyingness that I was aiming for. In actual fact, it sounds a little like I've been punched a couple of times; lost about a pint of blood; fainted; sulked in the freezing cold for half the night; and got a grand total of two hours sleep.
No, wait - that really happened.
I'm rewarded with a pause from The Stoic One - which is quite a reaction, coming from him.
"It has been decided by the group that unless you show signs of the responsibility and maturity necessary for a good soldier, you will be considered a liability: and treated as such."
I think he saves his words up for occasions like this.
I continue to grin.
"Hey man! Lighten up - I was planning to check over my systems today - 'Kay?"
Heero looks at me, his expression doesn't change (does it ever?), but for once, I know what he's thinking: that I'm severely lacking in the expertise needed to handle Deathsythes' systems.
"Hn."
And with that intelligent and eloquent remark, he's gone.
Great, so everyone thinks that I'm a liability now.
Ah, fuck it. Who cares what they think of me, anyway.
My hands shake as I dress.
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I'm in Paris for the next couple of days, so I'll put the next part up on Wednesday 13th.
Reviews please. Thanks.
Chapter Five.
I awake to bright sunlight streaming through my bedroom window, and the sound of Quatre's high, light laughter echoing up from downstairs.
How depressing.
Well - It couldn't get much worse.
A firm knock on my door, which is closely followed by Heero's voice:
"Duo?"
I really shouldn't tempt fate like that.
Now, I could get up and answer that... or I could just turn over and burrow back beneath the covers, in the (vain) hope that he'll go away.
I choose the latter option.
"I know you're awake."
Hey, wow - physic too.
If I don't get up now, Heero will get pissed off and break the door down; which will upset Quatre (even though he would never actually say anything); and then I'll get disapproving looks from Trowa and Wufei for being childish, lazy etc...
But I just can't bring myself to care.
How predictable is Heero? This predictable:
A solid crash shatters any hope I entertained of Heero leaving me in peace, as the door is knocked cleanly off it's hinges. I know I'm in trouble when he pulls off my quilt and gives me his death-glare - I silently thank any deity that's listening for the fact that I wear long sleeves in bed.
Hey guess what? Mr Predictable looks really mad, so I do the only thing I really can do in the face of such danger:
I grin.
"Morning He-chan!"
Unfortunately, my voice doesn't quite convey the chirpy, upbeat, and general annoyingness that I was aiming for. In actual fact, it sounds a little like I've been punched a couple of times; lost about a pint of blood; fainted; sulked in the freezing cold for half the night; and got a grand total of two hours sleep.
No, wait - that really happened.
I'm rewarded with a pause from The Stoic One - which is quite a reaction, coming from him.
"It has been decided by the group that unless you show signs of the responsibility and maturity necessary for a good soldier, you will be considered a liability: and treated as such."
I think he saves his words up for occasions like this.
I continue to grin.
"Hey man! Lighten up - I was planning to check over my systems today - 'Kay?"
Heero looks at me, his expression doesn't change (does it ever?), but for once, I know what he's thinking: that I'm severely lacking in the expertise needed to handle Deathsythes' systems.
"Hn."
And with that intelligent and eloquent remark, he's gone.
Great, so everyone thinks that I'm a liability now.
Ah, fuck it. Who cares what they think of me, anyway.
My hands shake as I dress.
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I'm in Paris for the next couple of days, so I'll put the next part up on Wednesday 13th.
Reviews please. Thanks.