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Angel Tsuiraku Kurama walked slowly through the rain, not really caring where she went. Her best friend and roommate had retreated to her room after a severe fight, and Angel chose to wander around aimlessly until their tempers cooled. She hoped her tears would be masked by the rain. This time, for these moments, she was alone for the very first time in her life.
Or maybe that wasn't fair...Her thoughts drifted to Louie O'Malley, who'd cared for her and Mako throughout most of their lives. And Elizabeth, his wife, her almost-mother, surely she was thinking about the girls.
But right now, she was on her own. So she walked, reflecting on a life that seemed too horrible to be real. It seemed to be someone else's life, as if she was watching it through glass. But the ache in her heart spoke to her about the pain she'd endured.
And she'd done it all because she loved Mako so much. Only Mako kept her from the abyss whose mouth was gaping wide to receive her.
She tilted her head up to the rain and closed her eyes, hoping for something she couldn't name, and praying for Mako's forgiveness.
"You shouldn't be here, onna." The voice was cold and hard. Angel sighed and lowered her head once more.
"Maybe not."
"There isn't anything here for you."
"I know."
Chang Wufei stepped forward, out of the shadows of the trees. "You do? I'm not so sure."
"Wufei-san, I'm simply seeking answers." Angel's eyes showed deep weariness. The Chinese boy shook his head.
"You got your answers long ago. He's forgotten you. It's time to move on."
"I need to speak with him. He...simply can't have...He knows..."
Wufei glared fiercely at her. "He knows nothing. It's time for you to leave."
"Why do you protect them?"
Her eyes were searching now, seeking something in the swirling depths of onyx that told her of his soul.
"Why did you protect him? Tsuiraku, you were too rash. You leapt before you looked."
She lowered her eyes once more in silent submission. "I...you know why I did it. You would have done it, too."
"No, onna. I have more sense than that."
"Why do you refer to me like that? Why do you call me `onna'?"
Wufei shook his head and crossed his arms, staring at the girl with the shattered soul. Sympathy raged at him, though his anger at her weaknesses pulled at his heart as well.
"You sacrificed your honor and my respect. I will have no more of this. You're trespassing, onna, and I'm going to call the police."
Pain shot through her eyes and her head lowered. "I see. I will leave. Forgive me, Wufei-san."
"Go."
~~
"And she went?" Violet eyes scrutinized the Chinese man.
"Yes, she left without fighting."
"She's not alone?"
"No. She went back to Mako. It was a minor fight. She's fine."
Duo Maxwell leaned forward and rested his chin on his linked fingers. His eyes gazed deeply into the fire. He and Wufei were in his room.
"You lied," he finally said. Wufei turned away.
"I didn't have a choice."
"You know what could happen."
"Yes, damn you, I know," Wufei growled. "I will spend the rest of my life wondering if what I did was right. But you know what could have happened again if I had told her the truth."
"When will it end, Wufei?" Duo asked, something haunting in his eyes. "When does the killing end?"
"It has, Maxwell."
"No, Wufei...and I think you know that."
Without answering, Wufei headed toward the door. "Not a word, Maxwell," he snapped, and the door clicked shut behind him.
Duo, meanwhile, dipped his head and touched his cross. Please guide them...
~~
Sweat coated his body, which writhed in agony. His nightmares refused to release him. But maybe the worst part was waking up and realizing his nightmares where real.
Quatre Raberba Winner was twenty-two, and divorced. His work kept him from spending time with anyone, really, and perhaps that led to the decline of their relationship. That, or maybe the fact that his wife had been cheating on him since only a month after their wedding.
Rising, Quatre wrapped a sheet around his waist and walked to the window. The rain was still coming down, heavy but not hard. It was nights like these that sparked something deep down, a distant memory. It seemed to come to him as if it was from another life...just vague things...holding someone and listening to the rain.
He shook his head. He felt older than he was, too tired to be a man in his early twenties. His fingers traced the cold glass.
"Allah, give me strength," he breathed, and closed his eyes. Pain rippled through him again. Sleep, he thought as he retreated from the window, would not welcome him tonight.
~~*~~fin!
Author's notes: Standard disclaimers apply...thanks for reading! I know it's dark and creepy and confusing, but everything will be explained, I promise! I apologize if this is short...I'm not good at these epic fics, but I'm giving it a shot. If you've got a moment, I would love reading your reviews! I love getting them! Tell me what you think!
Angel Tsuiraku Kurama walked slowly through the rain, not really caring where she went. Her best friend and roommate had retreated to her room after a severe fight, and Angel chose to wander around aimlessly until their tempers cooled. She hoped her tears would be masked by the rain. This time, for these moments, she was alone for the very first time in her life.
Or maybe that wasn't fair...Her thoughts drifted to Louie O'Malley, who'd cared for her and Mako throughout most of their lives. And Elizabeth, his wife, her almost-mother, surely she was thinking about the girls.
But right now, she was on her own. So she walked, reflecting on a life that seemed too horrible to be real. It seemed to be someone else's life, as if she was watching it through glass. But the ache in her heart spoke to her about the pain she'd endured.
And she'd done it all because she loved Mako so much. Only Mako kept her from the abyss whose mouth was gaping wide to receive her.
She tilted her head up to the rain and closed her eyes, hoping for something she couldn't name, and praying for Mako's forgiveness.
"You shouldn't be here, onna." The voice was cold and hard. Angel sighed and lowered her head once more.
"Maybe not."
"There isn't anything here for you."
"I know."
Chang Wufei stepped forward, out of the shadows of the trees. "You do? I'm not so sure."
"Wufei-san, I'm simply seeking answers." Angel's eyes showed deep weariness. The Chinese boy shook his head.
"You got your answers long ago. He's forgotten you. It's time to move on."
"I need to speak with him. He...simply can't have...He knows..."
Wufei glared fiercely at her. "He knows nothing. It's time for you to leave."
"Why do you protect them?"
Her eyes were searching now, seeking something in the swirling depths of onyx that told her of his soul.
"Why did you protect him? Tsuiraku, you were too rash. You leapt before you looked."
She lowered her eyes once more in silent submission. "I...you know why I did it. You would have done it, too."
"No, onna. I have more sense than that."
"Why do you refer to me like that? Why do you call me `onna'?"
Wufei shook his head and crossed his arms, staring at the girl with the shattered soul. Sympathy raged at him, though his anger at her weaknesses pulled at his heart as well.
"You sacrificed your honor and my respect. I will have no more of this. You're trespassing, onna, and I'm going to call the police."
Pain shot through her eyes and her head lowered. "I see. I will leave. Forgive me, Wufei-san."
"Go."
~~
"And she went?" Violet eyes scrutinized the Chinese man.
"Yes, she left without fighting."
"She's not alone?"
"No. She went back to Mako. It was a minor fight. She's fine."
Duo Maxwell leaned forward and rested his chin on his linked fingers. His eyes gazed deeply into the fire. He and Wufei were in his room.
"You lied," he finally said. Wufei turned away.
"I didn't have a choice."
"You know what could happen."
"Yes, damn you, I know," Wufei growled. "I will spend the rest of my life wondering if what I did was right. But you know what could have happened again if I had told her the truth."
"When will it end, Wufei?" Duo asked, something haunting in his eyes. "When does the killing end?"
"It has, Maxwell."
"No, Wufei...and I think you know that."
Without answering, Wufei headed toward the door. "Not a word, Maxwell," he snapped, and the door clicked shut behind him.
Duo, meanwhile, dipped his head and touched his cross. Please guide them...
~~
Sweat coated his body, which writhed in agony. His nightmares refused to release him. But maybe the worst part was waking up and realizing his nightmares where real.
Quatre Raberba Winner was twenty-two, and divorced. His work kept him from spending time with anyone, really, and perhaps that led to the decline of their relationship. That, or maybe the fact that his wife had been cheating on him since only a month after their wedding.
Rising, Quatre wrapped a sheet around his waist and walked to the window. The rain was still coming down, heavy but not hard. It was nights like these that sparked something deep down, a distant memory. It seemed to come to him as if it was from another life...just vague things...holding someone and listening to the rain.
He shook his head. He felt older than he was, too tired to be a man in his early twenties. His fingers traced the cold glass.
"Allah, give me strength," he breathed, and closed his eyes. Pain rippled through him again. Sleep, he thought as he retreated from the window, would not welcome him tonight.
~~*~~fin!
Author's notes: Standard disclaimers apply...thanks for reading! I know it's dark and creepy and confusing, but everything will be explained, I promise! I apologize if this is short...I'm not good at these epic fics, but I'm giving it a shot. If you've got a moment, I would love reading your reviews! I love getting them! Tell me what you think!