Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the Gundam Wing characters. Damn. However any characters
you see in there eg Kirsten Cholate who do not appear in Gundam Wing or Endless
Waltz are mine and if stolen you are copywriting as they are MY property.
Thankyou ^-^
Pairings include: R+2, Oc+3, 6+9 and D+4, so far
Oh, and in this story Duo has BLUE eyes. Don't look at me like I'm spastic I've read all those stories describing his 'amazing amethyst eyes.' But, I've watched Gundam Wing and he has COBLAT BLUE EYES!!!! Maybe its just and endless waltz thing… I mean… Heero's hair WAS moss GREEN in that for goodness sakes…*shakes head in wonderment* aw well… Duo has eyes that are blue, that's all I wanted to say.
Eh, and yes I know that I said that I'd update on the 4th of May but I got bored and decided to update early… is that a good thing? Any who… on with the story:
The Secret Diary of… WHOM?
Deary Diary, Day Four
Day four, day 4, fourth day, 4th day, good day, great day… mm yeah… As you can probably tell Diary I had an EXCELLENT day today on the 4th day of my diary entries. Today Quatre, Dorothy, Trowa, my best friend and I went to an amusement park. Remember what I was saying last time? WE WENT TO SCABERDARB'S TODAY!! It was sooo cool! Today was unbelievable!! Okay, okay I know what you're asking… is she EVER gonna start talking about what happened today? We-ell!! Glad you asked!!! ^-^ Here we go… on a journey of wonder and amazement (and a little horror)!!! HERE WE GO!!!….
Gently I opened my eyes, sunlight streaming through the blinds 'gotta ask mum to change those…' was the thought circulating through my mind. Covering a yawn, I happened a glance at the alarm clock down beside my bed. I watched it's pretty purple and blue dials moving about it's face afore I realized I was supposed to be reading it… 'Arr… must be REALLY early in the morning….' Slowly the dials on the clock, and the numbers merged into recognisable figures. 6:30am it read. Six… thirty… AM!!!!!! WHAT THE!??!?!! I never wake up until at LEAST 8:00… then… why was I already awake? – And one and a half-hours early I might add. I was definitely missing something here… what in the equation had I yet to discover? What little fact had I overlooked?
Gingerly I sat up so as not to connect my forehead with the ceiling above and swung my legs over the side of the bunk bed. I glanced down at my sister… nope… she was still asleep… the reason for my being awake did not connect with her…. I levered myself down to the floor and gathered some clothes for the day… perhaps the meaning would become clear to me later… or maybe if I was more awake? Leaving the closet doors open I turned and walked down the hall and stairs, past living room and den into the kitchen. THERE!!! The holy object of my pilgrimage down the stairs… THE COFFEE MACHINE!!! Grabbing a mug, and various other necessities for making coffee and ten minutes later… I was to be found sitting Indian style on the couch sipping a straight black. TEE HEE!!! AND THEY ARE STRONG!!!
Watching the dewdrops run rivers down the window and pane I remembered that mayhap, it would be a good idea if I checked my planner. Setting now empty mug aside I slipped on my slippers – that had somehow found their way downstairs – on, I returned to the bedroom I shared with my sister. Glancing at the clock again I found I'd been up for 15 minutes… I must have drunken my coffee fast no? Groaning I reached into my bag of miscellaneous items from yesterday and pulled out my pastel coloured planner. Flicking through various pages, I found the one that should have been occupying my attention completely. In large bold print was SCABERDARB"S SKIMPHOLE DAY!!! (Meet at Lunar Eclipse at 9:45) My eyes enlarged to impossible sizes and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to smother an excited scream full of pent-up anticipation. Once sure that none had been aroused from my antics I ran to the closest and grabbed a pair of mid-calf length denim jeans, a blue top and my tennis shoes. Taking great care not to slam the closet door I then turned from the room and sprinted down the hallway to the bathroom.
Once there I enjoyed using a vast amount of the hot water my sister would normally occupy and set about deciding how best to arrange my hair for the day. Half way through towelling dry, I remembered the last events of the previous evening. Hands going limp, and towel collapsing to the floor I stared the mirror. Dainty elven face gazed back at me, face white, eyes widened in remembrance.
Car. My gaze immediately was riveted to my naked body searching for some evidence of the night before actions. Light. So blinding. My eyes had felt like they were burning. Tears had welled up and were stabbing at me. So wanting, so begging for release. Pain. Of something colliding. Of frame hitting flesh. Warmth. Now why'd I feel that? Earth. Dust in my eyes, soil in my hair, grass at my feet. Motion. Why was I still moving? Was I flying? Still warmth surrounds my mid-section. Was I hit there? Was that warmth blood? Concrete. Yet no pain. Why? I'd collided with the ground? Warmth on my head. Was I hit there as well? Was that warmth blood too? Eyes wide opened. The flurry of the night sky. Glare of city lights and lampposts. Nothing there.
Yes, nothing was there, neither on that street, nor on my body. Then, what was that warmth I had felt? Did I just imagine that? Did I just fall down or faint? NO! I couldn't have. I'd fainted before and this was … different. It was… real. It HAD happened. Nevertheless, … so many unanswered questions… and amongst those… what happened that night?
Quickly I slipped into my clothes and brushed my hair, placing my trademark beret on over my still entangled hair. I was shaking. GET A GRIP! Clenching and unclenching my fists I was finally able to 'get a grip' when a loud thump sounded on the door to the bathroom startling me.
"GET YOUR BUTT OUTTA THERE RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE WITCH I WANT TO HAVE A SHOWER TOO AND WITH HOT WATER I MIGHT ADD!!!" was what sounded through the door next. I took a deep breath to once again, gain control of my nerves and screamed "I WAS UP 1ST SO I GET 1ST DIBS! I DO NOT COMPLAIN WHEN YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER!" I mentally excused the half-lie, I don't complain… much.
'GET OUT NOW BEFORE I BASH DOWN THE DOOR!' oh… so she's assuming that I've been in and still AM in the shower for the past – here I picked up my watch and clipped it onto my arm glancing at the time, it read 7:30 – 45 MINUTES!!! I'd been in here for 45 MINUTES!! Nevertheless, … my shower only went for about 15… so… I"D BEEN SPACED OUT FOR HALF AN HOUR!?!?!?! Gee… maybe my sister's right. Maybe I should try to hang onto my concentration longer than just when I'm doing my school-related work / stuff. An impudent thumping on the door drew my attention back to the present problem. Throwing my towel on the rack I yanked open the door and raced past her into the hallway "IT"S ABOUT B*****Y TIME!!!!" echoing in my ears followed closely by the slamming of a certain bathroom door.
I dashed into my shared bedroom and began throwing things haphazardly into my backpack before throwing it over my shoulder and bolting down the stairs, chucking my pack on the table and straight into the kitchen to help prepare breakfast.
The heavenly scent of bacon and eggs filled my nose as I took the time to stand still and recognise the fact that breakfast had already been created. Following my nose to the dining room I discovered it sitting there, cutlery and all … along with my parents and… smeg… my aunt and uncle. Quiet as a mouse I walked into the room, plastering my best 'lady's' expression on my face as I took the vacant seat beside my mother. Now, don't misunderstand me, I love my parents, heaps, but… meal times aren't exactly a casual occasion – well, when relatives are down anyway.
Under spiky bangs I peered at the man and woman on the other side of the table, too deeply engaged in polite conversation with my parents to notice my staring let alone my existence – yet. Moreover, as it registered who they were, I was glad that they had yet to do so, and again counting my blessings that I was going to be out for the day. Uncle Alex and Aunty Cecile were here. Now, these two were the cause of my sudden changed from happy-go-lucky girl to elegant lady. Listening to the conversation, I was relatively relieved to be able to easily pick it up. Again, Aunt and Uncle had turned the subject to that of discussing other people's business – as they often did when they were down. Today's subject was Lucreziea Noin and Milliardo Peacecraft.
'… And I have no conception whatsoever,' Aunt Cecile was saying, lightly dabbing her mouth with a serviette 'about why those two have decided to do that.' Oh, great, where they discussing the Lucreziea Noin and Milliardo Peacecraft's new union as flat mates. I silently fumed as I began daintily eating my breakfast, and Aunt Cecile what I have no concept of whatsoever is why you are discussing this when it is clearly NONE of your snooty-nosed business.
'I whole-heartedly agree Cecile,' I glanced at my stepmother who was now the one talking, 'moving in together, that I guess I can understand but THIS? THIS is pushing that matter FAR too far out of hand!' Oooookaaay. Did I miss something here? They've obviously moved on from whether or not it's alright for them to room together… so… what is this new matter they're discussing I wonder?
'And what is your opinion on this matter Miss before you decide to give it to us anyway – invited or nay.'
I clenched and unclenched my jaw thinking of how best to respond. I settled with a half-truth. 'I have no notion of to what or whom you may be discussing Aunt Cecile.' Whew, THAT relatively neutral sentence took a LOT to get out. I lifted my face to look at her in the eye. A mask of innocent confusion in place on my face. I watched for Aunt Cecile's reaction. She gave it.
'WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU UGLY LITTLE GIRL! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT MY ASS! I KNOW YOU WERE LISTENING IN ON OUR CONVERSATION THE WHOLE TIME MISS PRISS! AND I KNOW THAT THE INSANITY MISS NOIN AND MR PEACECRAFT ARE CURRENTLY EXHIBITING IS COMPLETELY YOUR FAULT YOU ILL-MANERED SLUT!' Aunt Cecile roared with her husband joining in – this was a prepared speech of theirs. They gave it as much as possible.
I bristled. Mum stood preparing to scream her hand rose about to slap her sister. I stood. Dad lunged at Uncle Alex. My facade snapped. The language that poured from my mouth was neither vile nor contemptuous – though I no not how that came about. I had said the first words that flew to my brain and so; even now have no recollection of what was yelled in that short space of time. All I know is, what I finished it with before storming out of the room: '… and that is that! Now if you'll excuse I'm going to be late for my bus!' I don't think I've ever left a room that fast. Mother and father came out a little while later to console me and give me comfort, and by the time that was done I really was going to be late for the bus if I didn't hurry up.
'Have a good day kiddo!!' yelled by my father, was the last thing I heard as I boarded the bus. Now, I'd survived the morning, remembering the night before, my Aunt and Uncle and public transport, I don't think anything else could possibly go wrong were my thoughts as I paid the bus driver and leaped off the bus. Now, as I looked in mounting anticipation and exploding excitement up at the theme park, all I had left to face were the rides. So, grinning widely I paid for a ticket and raced towards the designated meeting area: The Lunar Eclipse.
Eyes running through the crowd we spotted each other at about the same time. "HEY THERE GIRL!!!" was the greeting that met my ears and turned quite a few heads let me tell you. But, I was in such a good mood by that time that I couldn't have cared less if half the world – well all in the theme park anyway – thought that I was a lesbian – it wasn't the truth anyway and everyone who knew me knew that anyway. And I had too little brainpower left to give that thought significant thought anyway.
I grinned with the awakenings of insanity that only come when adrenaline meets unrivalled excitement and happiness. And so, with my arrival, - the last of the group I might add – began the beginning of a day I know I will never forget. Whether that be for the set of amazing eyes I met or the later confrontation that would occur I do not know. But, this day, will long live in my memory, and so… without further ado, I should let its story … be… told…
From candy stalls to raging Rolla coasters, this theme park had it all. The morning this quartet of friends that we were, are, could be scene racing from one ride to the next. From the Lunar Eclipse where the day began to the Sun Struck Goddess – the ride with the most dizzyfying effects I've ever been on… we couldn't walk straight… make that run straight for at least… 10 minutes. We travelled from one side of the theme park to the other. From candy stall to restaurant, water slide to earth plum-meters we tried everything. I do not believe that we truly stopped moving until late into the lunch hour at about one.
We finally stopped our haywire journey at the park's best restaurant. And here, was where you could be served by Skaberdarb himself – cooking was his speciality. Dorothy, spotting a table recently vacated ran… yes… DOROTHY ran… and collapsed… very unlady-like I might add – into one of the seats. When questioned later about her display, remarks merely bounced off her waving hand as she explained, she was amongst friends – and no weird looks from strangers were going to change the way she acted when with us. Dorothy has the defiance and determination not to mention self-confidence of a politician. But she is human, and that's why we love her.
While the rest of us took our seats Dorothy amiably waved a waiter over for menus before engaging her boyfriend Quatre in a conversation about things secret to the rest of us as it was spoken in quiet mannerisms and muffled laughter. Shaking my head in good humour I turned to engage Trowa and his twin in conversation only to find Trowa's gaze fixed on something over my right shoulder. Turning my gaze to follow his I was in time to witness a young child begin to scream. Her black sparkling hair, flying about her face, beginning to get stuck to her face via her tears was a sight to behold. It was beautiful. I looked at Trowa, he seemed concerned. "Trowa?" He turned to look at me. Brow creased in… worry? "Yes?"
"Do you know that little girl?" when greeted with an innocently blank look I elaborated, a small smirk slipping onto my face as I did "The one you were staring so intensely at. Trowa" that sentence gave play to some amusing thoughts "You DO know that she's WAY too young for you don't you and that you ARE dating … *shudder * * shudder* Kirsten?" By this time I was outright grinning at him. He himself was chuckling at my antics but then quieted himself to answer my original question. "She just reminds me of Wufei that's all."
I blinked at him dumbly, and whirled to look at her. She did. So much. She looked so much like Chang Wufei. I turned my head in wonderment to look back at Trowa. It was his observation so I'd ask him the questions. "Does Wufei HAVE siblings?"
Trowa looked at me with his only eye look, the other hidden behind his spiky bangs. He looked back at the now-screaming child. "I don't know." He answered honestly.
It was then, when the little girl began screaming that the worst happened. And Armageddon was in motion. Relena appeared. She was fuming. Her outfit skewiff and her hair tousled. This was not the Relena we normally ran into. Something was wrong. And the way that her gaze was fixed firmly on my bewildered face did nothing to quell the uncomfortableness I was feeling at this moment in time.
She stalked between the tables over to us, covering the distance so fast the thought flashed through my mind 'wonder what drugs SHE"S been taking?' She reached us. And slammed her hands down causing drinks and cutlery, food and other odds and ends situated on the table to fly. Meekly I looked up into her face. Staring into her eyes I knew then that not even Dorothy and Quatre's negotiating skills would be enough to lessen the rage in this girl let alone subdue this situation.
It was then as the pampered princess opened her mouth to yell at me that all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. In a haze I remembered yesterday's conversation. 'One of the fabulous four are cheating on their girlfriends… Casey Jay thinks it's you.' Me. Me. Me. Me. Cheating. With. Me. I never felt her hand slap across my face. I never felt the impact of my head snapping back against the wall. I never heard the yells of my friends. I never heard the voices of Quatre and Dorothy trying to stop this. Never heard Cath yelling at Relena. Never felt her shaking my shoulder, trying to see if I was all right. All I saw was two cerulean blue orbs glaring at me with as much rage as the sun has fire. All I heard was the screaming of a lost little girl.
As if in one of those slow moving black and white movies from centuries before the colonies were built I saw her turn. I saw her yell at that little girl. I felt it. My rage. It climbed to impossible heights to rival the powder-puff princess' own. I never knew I was glaring fit to bury a town. I never knew my hand ripped across her face as hers had mine. And for the second time that day, I never heard the words I yelled. The events at this point in time were all hazy. Like a film had grown over them… my eyes… as if… unseeing powers had tried to prevent my remembering of this. All I know is that when feeling and hearing came back she was yelling at me. Grabbing my hair. Turning to yell at that poor child – why hasn't anyone come for her yet? – yanking my hair in the process. It was like I was underwater. Watching the antics of undersea divers. Slow. Methodical. Particular.
My ability to feel was once again gone. I was floating. Falling. Accepting of the darkness I was about to reach when my head would connect with the concrete. I prick in my leg set fire shooting up it until I was sure it would explode. Smiling eyes reflecting all images, none entering. Pain ricocheted around my skull. My arms had stopped flailing.
A thick fog was creeping in from the edges of reality. Figures where walking in it. Dancing. Playing. Happiness. Free. How I longed with all the fibres in my being to be as carefree and in blissful contentedness as those figures where. I reached out damaged arms towards them. Blood trickling down my figures. Along my forearms. Onto my chest. I fought to traverse along the swirling floor towards them – but my legs refused to move. The shadow dancers just stared at my open hand. "Let me join you…" I called out. My voice sounding far and distant. "I don't want to stay where I am…" images of my Aunt and Uncle and various incidents with them filtered through my mind. Fights with Relena. Words of hate. Words said in anger. Words taken for truth. Slowly, ever so slowly, the tendril like figures reached out their hands. 50 meters, 25, 10, 8. It never occurred to my fragmented mind that this was impossible. 2 meters, one. Almost there. I stretched as far as I could; my blistered fingers and their inky digits were about to connect. Light flooded the arena. The figures screamed; and dissolved into pitch-black darkness. I screamed, cried out with all the anguish in the universe. So close. I had been so close to release.
My eyes opened to look into the bluest pair of eyes I had ever seen. Dark-brown locks periodically fell back across their endless depths. The brow above those eyes was hidden by the unruly bangs but I could see the eyebrows creased in worry. Something cool, comforting touched my forehead. Those gorgeous blue orbs turned to someone beside him. A little girl; with long black hair and golden-brown eyes. An ivory hand was passed through her hair. I followed the midnight-blue sleeve up to see two jet-black eyes set in a scholar's noble face. Round about shoulder length hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Wufei, my tired mind registered. Wha? But, I was not with Wufei; I was with Doro-chan and Quatre, Trowa and Catherine! WHERE WERE THEY!?!?!? Sensing my confusion, or maybe it registered loud and clear on my face, I don't know, – the only feeling coming from my head as far as I could tell was an incessant throbbing – Wufei gestured over to my left side. It took energy I didn't have to turn my head and look.
There sitting beside me were the aforementioned ones I was wondering where were. Their mouths were moving. They seemed to be asking questions. They seemed to be worried. Wonder why? Slowly, slower than a snail crawls by the conversation trickled into my ears. And even then, only parts:
"…was hit pretty hard… you sure there weren't… what about… take… this might…" conversation was then tossed from the enchanting blue eyed one to Catherine.
"…don't think… no right… thanks but… why did… how do you… NOT POSSIBLE!!!" At this point in time I think it registered that I would never pick up the thread of conversation and I promptly gave up trying to decipher the higgledy-piggledy facts and scraps of conversation running through my bruised brain.
Catherine, Trowa, Quatre, Dorothy and Wufei all seemed to be arguing about something. It seemed very trivial at the time compared to the headache I had that if pulled out of the confines of my skull I'm positive would have been the same size if not larger than Jupiter. A gorgeous smell to my right defeated it and brought about a relief that no aspirin ever could. I turned to see the beautiful stranger… hey… isn't that a song? … Well he was talking to the little girl quietly. He was holding the miracle cure for headaches in a little pearl-coloured bottle in his left hand, his right on her shoulder. That song by Madonna started swirling around my head:
Haven't we met?
Some kind of beautiful stranger
You could be good for me
I've had the taste for danger
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Heaven forbid
I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger
I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You're the devil in disguise
That's why I'm singing this song
To know you
Is to love you
You're everywhere I go
And everybody knows
To love you
Is to be part of you
I paid for you with my tears
And swallowed my pride
Beautiful stranger...
Beautiful stranger...
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Haven't you heard?
I fell in love with a beautiful stranger
I looked into your face
My heart was dancing all over the place
I'd like to change my point of view
If I could just forget about you
To know you
Is to love you
You're everywhere I go
And everybody knows
I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You're the devil in disguise
That's why I'm singing this song to you
To know you
Is to love you
You're everywhere I go
And everybody knows
I paid for you with my tears
And swallowed my pride
Beautiful stranger...
Beautiful stranger...
What I would have given just to see all of his face. I turned my line of vision to see and… he stood and walked away. I could have filled an ocean with the amount of forlornness I felt then – and I had yet to know the answer to the most important question of them all. Why? Why was I so drawn to him? Why did I need him so? His eyes. They reminded me of Duo… DUO!?!? Yes, it is possible that that is Duo. Relena showed up so why wouldn't he be here with us right now? And with that I drifted off into a dreamless slumber – not that I would have had it any other way.
I awoke some time later to the quiet consoling voices of family and friends nearby. Slipping open sleepy eyes I turned to look at my parents and sister, and ring of best friends. They looked tired. "What happened?" I think I would have laughed at how much all in the room jumped when I spoke. I don't think they expected that to happen.
"What happened when?" Quatre asked.
Catherine seemed to know what I meant. "You spontaneously blacked out at the theme park when Relena was yelling at us."
"How?"
"No idea. You just… blacked out."
"You're not holding out on me are you?" There was an uncomfortable silence. "Mum? Dad? What happened? What aren't you telling me?" The family doctor Miss Iris Winner (Quatre's Sister) chose that inopportune moment to enter. I rounded on her. "Why did I black out at the theme park?" She turned to face me, her face suddenly devoid of all emotion. I prepared myself. This was not going to be good news. "A syringe fell into your leg. We've done all the diagnostic tests and blood work and sent them away. We should know in three months time if you have anything serious." The world seemed to fade out. Three months. I could have some deadly disease and all she could say was WAIT THREE MONTHS!?!?! I had so many questions I wanted, had to ask. "What am I looking at possibly?" Iria turned to look at me. Her eyes, they were so sad. Like she was delivering my death sentence. "I'm don't want to alarm you unnecessarily and accidentally further the advancement of any disease you may have caught so I'm afraid that I can't answer that question at this point in time."
That was when I grabbed you dear diary to write down these morbid sets of events. It looks like you're going to be of more use to me than I ever thought possible diary. A place, a way to write down events and feelings that cannot be shared with others. In this desolate picture I found myself wishing more than ever that my Beautiful Stranger was here. Whether or not it was Duo I am still yet to decide. My eyesight was too hazy to be able to tell. All I remember was his gorgeous blue eyes, soft and caring, and oh-so worried. I wanted to reach out and caress that face and say that yes I was all right. I doubt that I will ever be able to do so. But I want to do so now more than ever. I want to be near his calmness. I need to be near him, the way he radiated tranquillity like not even Wufei could. And the peace that he seemed to bring that neither Quatre nor Dorothy could. I could easily see that my Beautiful Stranger was a tower of strength to those around him. I only hope that I'm one of them.
Girl With Too Much to Think About Signing OutNext time on The Secret Diary of… WHOM? The 2nd term starts anew with new subjects, teachers and STUDENTS!?!? It's the opposite of 1st day blues with excitement sparking and a feud secretly being waged between two boys vying for the same gal. And the author of this special diary has to deal with the possible consequences of a holidays last meant-to-be-fun moments. I think this will prove to get interesting and class hasn't even begun!!
Now… *grins sheepishly* unless I get bored this next chapter will be out on the uhh… around the 4th of May… *looks at audience of viewers giving her weird looks * What? Okay THIS one will be… maybe… probably won't be early this time!! ^-^ Until round the 4th of May!!! See you next time!!! ^-^