Duo and I made our way towards the room Wufei was being kept in. The search had been delayed long enough. Also, I reasoned that we might have missed something. Since my love keeps insisting that he has seen our dead comrade.
"Hmm… Now if I were a dead body, where would I hide?" Duo mumbled to himself.
"Why don't you start with the closet," I suggest.
With a chance to fill the uneasy silence Duo began to talk, "Oh sure," he says in an accusing tone, "leave me with the closets." He walks towards the dark wooden doors and puts his hand on the doorknob. "Fine but you hafta check under the bed."
"Fine with me," I respond.
I walk towards the queen-size bed. The pale blue sheets are randomly placed off to the side. Perhaps a struggle?
I can hear Duo searching through the closet. Unexpectedly, music blasts throughout the room. I jerk my head towards Duo's direction.
Out of pure reaction he jumps a good three feet back from closet. [1]
"Holy shit!" he remarks.
I reach out for the desk and turn the alarm clock off. "It's just a clock Duo, calm down."
He makes a quick look over the room and struggles to gain his composure. I walk over to his side. Naturally, my hands find his. I look at his slightly shaking form, all color has left his face. His hand leaves mine and wraps his arms around my waist. Automatically, I return the hug. I can only imagine what he's thinking at the moment.
Moments pass before we separate. I brush his bangs out of his eyes.
"I'll be back in a bit," I inform him. He nods his head and sits on the bed.
I walk towards the hallway to the bathroom that Wufei was sited at earlier. It surprises me, out of all of us, he was the first to die. I don't think any of us believe that though. What else would explain his disappearance?
I turn the light on and see my reflection in the mirror. This day has been long. I grab a cloth of to the side and turn on the faucet. A loud noise came forth from the pipes. It was expected from years of disuse.
Once I felt that the cloth was supersaturated with the clear liquid, I turned the water off and rung out the excess. I make my way back to the bedroom since I don't like leaving my braided beauty alone in this house. I can't explain why, and I don't like it when I have no explanations.
I make eye contact with violet eyes. He doesn't seem real pleased.
"You're not funny," he said in a harsh voice.
I am clearly perplexed. I don't understand what he is referring to, I'm only trying to help. I sit beside him on the bed and begin to bring my hand to his forehead. He backs up at my action and gives me a scared look.
I stop myself when I see red running down my hand. Red meant blood, but how did I get the blood? I look at the washcloth in my other hand, which drops to the floor. My mouth gapes open.
"What happened?" I barely heard his voice.
I shook my head. I am curious as well. I get back up and walk out of the room, Duo follows close behind.
I stop at the entrance of the bathroom door. Duo stands beside me to see what has me so shocked.
The bathroom sink is draining the blood that I had filled it up with. It was sick, seeing the dark thick liquid.
"Heero…" the braided boy is interrupted by the sight of an ever-growing blood bubble. Scared stiff we just both watch it grow. I frantically try to breathe, but it isn't possible. I break from my trance when it popped. The disgusting plop sound was enough for me to retreat. [2]
"Come on," I say in a exasperated voice. I grab the blood covered figure and make our towards the stairs. Safety in numbers sounds like good advice to take at the moment.
Quatre's unconscious figure is on the couch, with no Trowa in sight. This is not good.
"Duo, stay with Quatre, I'm going to look for Trowa," I informed.
My only answer was a slight nod and a tired grin. I manage to smile in reassurance. It's good to see he is coming around. I'm surprised I'm still running around the house, that scene had gotten me to the core.
I didn't have to look far. When I entered the hallway Trowa's form was power walking towards me. Ironically, he was retreating from the bathroom as well.
Once he met up with me he slowed his pace. Not by much. I had to trot to keep up. We entered the living room once again.
Everyone was accounted for, besides Wufei. The comfort of being with the others quickly left me. We still needed to find out what happened to him.
[1] *bows* Yes, yes, i have managed to scare myself with my radoi.
[2] I stole this from Steve King's 'IT'. I'm soooo sorry.
"Hmm… Now if I were a dead body, where would I hide?" Duo mumbled to himself.
"Why don't you start with the closet," I suggest.
With a chance to fill the uneasy silence Duo began to talk, "Oh sure," he says in an accusing tone, "leave me with the closets." He walks towards the dark wooden doors and puts his hand on the doorknob. "Fine but you hafta check under the bed."
"Fine with me," I respond.
I walk towards the queen-size bed. The pale blue sheets are randomly placed off to the side. Perhaps a struggle?
I can hear Duo searching through the closet. Unexpectedly, music blasts throughout the room. I jerk my head towards Duo's direction.
Out of pure reaction he jumps a good three feet back from closet. [1]
"Holy shit!" he remarks.
I reach out for the desk and turn the alarm clock off. "It's just a clock Duo, calm down."
He makes a quick look over the room and struggles to gain his composure. I walk over to his side. Naturally, my hands find his. I look at his slightly shaking form, all color has left his face. His hand leaves mine and wraps his arms around my waist. Automatically, I return the hug. I can only imagine what he's thinking at the moment.
Moments pass before we separate. I brush his bangs out of his eyes.
"I'll be back in a bit," I inform him. He nods his head and sits on the bed.
I walk towards the hallway to the bathroom that Wufei was sited at earlier. It surprises me, out of all of us, he was the first to die. I don't think any of us believe that though. What else would explain his disappearance?
I turn the light on and see my reflection in the mirror. This day has been long. I grab a cloth of to the side and turn on the faucet. A loud noise came forth from the pipes. It was expected from years of disuse.
Once I felt that the cloth was supersaturated with the clear liquid, I turned the water off and rung out the excess. I make my way back to the bedroom since I don't like leaving my braided beauty alone in this house. I can't explain why, and I don't like it when I have no explanations.
I make eye contact with violet eyes. He doesn't seem real pleased.
"You're not funny," he said in a harsh voice.
I am clearly perplexed. I don't understand what he is referring to, I'm only trying to help. I sit beside him on the bed and begin to bring my hand to his forehead. He backs up at my action and gives me a scared look.
I stop myself when I see red running down my hand. Red meant blood, but how did I get the blood? I look at the washcloth in my other hand, which drops to the floor. My mouth gapes open.
"What happened?" I barely heard his voice.
I shook my head. I am curious as well. I get back up and walk out of the room, Duo follows close behind.
I stop at the entrance of the bathroom door. Duo stands beside me to see what has me so shocked.
The bathroom sink is draining the blood that I had filled it up with. It was sick, seeing the dark thick liquid.
"Heero…" the braided boy is interrupted by the sight of an ever-growing blood bubble. Scared stiff we just both watch it grow. I frantically try to breathe, but it isn't possible. I break from my trance when it popped. The disgusting plop sound was enough for me to retreat. [2]
"Come on," I say in a exasperated voice. I grab the blood covered figure and make our towards the stairs. Safety in numbers sounds like good advice to take at the moment.
Quatre's unconscious figure is on the couch, with no Trowa in sight. This is not good.
"Duo, stay with Quatre, I'm going to look for Trowa," I informed.
My only answer was a slight nod and a tired grin. I manage to smile in reassurance. It's good to see he is coming around. I'm surprised I'm still running around the house, that scene had gotten me to the core.
I didn't have to look far. When I entered the hallway Trowa's form was power walking towards me. Ironically, he was retreating from the bathroom as well.
Once he met up with me he slowed his pace. Not by much. I had to trot to keep up. We entered the living room once again.
Everyone was accounted for, besides Wufei. The comfort of being with the others quickly left me. We still needed to find out what happened to him.
[1] *bows* Yes, yes, i have managed to scare myself with my radoi.
[2] I stole this from Steve King's 'IT'. I'm soooo sorry.