The morning was especially beautiful that day, forming quite the irony considering the date. The sun hung over the trees, shining down brilliantly. The mansion standing on the hill was struck most by the sunlight pouring through every crack to brighten the rooms.
Only one room wasn't affected. Even though that side of the house was facing the sun, the room seen from outside was pitch black. Blinds on the window filtered the sunlight, leaving the area inside dark. Only a few strips of light were allowed to enter the room. Inconveniently though, all the light that penetrated fell on the occupant's face.
Heero woke slowly, rejoining the world of the awake sunbeam by sunbeam. After a few tries, he realized he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. He blinked blearily a few times in hopes of banishing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes since he wouldn't be sleeping anymore anyways. He was still trying to separate dream from reality when Duo burst into the room, slamming the door open. "'Morning, Heero!" he said cheerfully, bounding over to the window and pulling the blinds up, letting the sunlight flood the room.
Heero groaned as the light momentarily blinded him. As soon as he regained his sight, he glared at the over-energetic Maxwell, who had proceeded towards his desk. Duo noticed the notebook he kept on the tabletop and picked it up. "I didn't know you kept a diary…"
"Duo…"
Duo looked at Heero, noticed the glare, and immediately put the notebook back down. "Right." He walked over to the door. "I'll be going then, eh?" He headed out. A few seconds later, he was back. "Oh yeah, Quatre says to hurry up and get downstairs. We're leaving soon." Heero's glare turned questioning. Duo grinned. "Ah. You forgot, didn't you?" Heero realized he was suddenly developing a very bad headache. "Today's the convention. It's to be held at the new Great Hall, down by the place we went yesterday. Now you remember?" There was definitely a headache.
Heero groaned again, softer this time. Duo smirked. "So hurry up! Otherwise, we're gonna be late." Then he frowned thoughtfully. "Although that might not necessarily be a bad thing…" Still looking rather thoughtful, Duo left the room. Heero closed the door behind him.
His headache was starting to become annoyingly persistent. 'A convention…I don't think I'll be able to sit through it…' Heero sighed and leaned his head against the wall.
Only one room wasn't affected. Even though that side of the house was facing the sun, the room seen from outside was pitch black. Blinds on the window filtered the sunlight, leaving the area inside dark. Only a few strips of light were allowed to enter the room. Inconveniently though, all the light that penetrated fell on the occupant's face.
Heero woke slowly, rejoining the world of the awake sunbeam by sunbeam. After a few tries, he realized he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. He blinked blearily a few times in hopes of banishing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes since he wouldn't be sleeping anymore anyways. He was still trying to separate dream from reality when Duo burst into the room, slamming the door open. "'Morning, Heero!" he said cheerfully, bounding over to the window and pulling the blinds up, letting the sunlight flood the room.
Heero groaned as the light momentarily blinded him. As soon as he regained his sight, he glared at the over-energetic Maxwell, who had proceeded towards his desk. Duo noticed the notebook he kept on the tabletop and picked it up. "I didn't know you kept a diary…"
"Duo…"
Duo looked at Heero, noticed the glare, and immediately put the notebook back down. "Right." He walked over to the door. "I'll be going then, eh?" He headed out. A few seconds later, he was back. "Oh yeah, Quatre says to hurry up and get downstairs. We're leaving soon." Heero's glare turned questioning. Duo grinned. "Ah. You forgot, didn't you?" Heero realized he was suddenly developing a very bad headache. "Today's the convention. It's to be held at the new Great Hall, down by the place we went yesterday. Now you remember?" There was definitely a headache.
Heero groaned again, softer this time. Duo smirked. "So hurry up! Otherwise, we're gonna be late." Then he frowned thoughtfully. "Although that might not necessarily be a bad thing…" Still looking rather thoughtful, Duo left the room. Heero closed the door behind him.
His headache was starting to become annoyingly persistent. 'A convention…I don't think I'll be able to sit through it…' Heero sighed and leaned his head against the wall.