Thank you, to all at 'striving to be perfect', especially Del, who should
have kicked me out long ago. If anyone from there is here, it would be a
hilarious coincidence, so if you are from there e-mail me.
THE LOSS OF DUO MAXWELL
CHAPTER SEVEN
As castor went through into the garage, he passed a mirror and noticed that his long hair was in a low slung pony at the nape of his neck.
"Ugh. I look like a girl. I'll have to cut it off, but for now." He took out the hair band and considered what would be the best way to conceal his chestnut locks until further actions could be taken. In the end he decided to put it into a long braid.
"Huh, reaches my lower back. I look like a friggin girl!" he glanced in the mirror again and decided that his hair would be ok for now.
Moving into the garage, he paused to run his hand over the gleaming black body of the car, before climbing into the driver's seat. He adjusted the mirror and ran his hands over the soft black leather seats, before slapping himself in the head and wondering how he could be so stupid.
"Holy shit! Keys! You need keys to start a car. Duo my man, you're losing your mind!" then he stopped and anyone looking at him would have thought he'd seen a ghost.
"What did you just call yourself? D...Duo? Shit." He ran his hand over his eyes. He felt like someone had dropped a bucket of icy water over him. Only after a minute did he make the connection.
"Of course! Duo! It's a nickname people used to call you before the accident. You're starting to remember stuff. Cool." He stepped out of the car and went into the kitchen where his discarded keys were lying next to an ornate candlestick.
Suddenly, a shrill shriek cut through the silence like broken glass.
"Holy fuck!" castor screamed and his scream was accompanied by a 3ft leap that ended in him lying in a heap on the floor, with the entire contents of his cutlery drawer on top of him, like a chain link blanket.
"Duuuuuuuuuude! Why are you so fucking jumpy? It's only the phone." He fumbled with his keys, and found the buttons that controlled the phone. He pushed speakerphone, and pointed it in the general direction of the wall with the phone on it.
"Duo here, shit! Sorry, castor here. What can I do you for?"
"Castor, this is lady Une," the mechanical voice informed. "Did… did you just call yourself duo?" the voice on the other end of the line was hard and sharp and castor could hear another sound in the background, like the shriek of a banshee.
"Yeah sorry about that." He started to laugh but stifled it. He figured this was not the best time. "Yeah, I'm starting to remember stuff. Cool huh? I think duo was probably a nickname people used to call me."
"Yes, something like that." The voice sounded weary now, as though the person speaking had been fighting a long battle and was on the edge of defeat. There was a pause and then,
"Castor, please will you come up to the house. Now."
Before he could answer, there was a steady beeping that told him lady Une had hung up the phone. He sighed and shot the phone a withering look before he grunted and disentangled himself from the knives and forks covering him.
"With family like this," he picked his keys up off the floor and proceeded to the car. When he looked back, he was unaware that it would be for the last time.
"Fuck Une! You said he wouldn't remember! We had a deal! You do realise that this could jeopardise the whole fucking East Coast? I promised them an heir. Goddammit Une! You know exactly how important this is for my people." Although usually beautiful, the speakers rage had turned her into a monster. The woman in the middle of this tirade looked more like a banshee than a princess. Her shortish black hair flew around her head as she paced the room. Her blue eyes, which normally lit up with laughter, were no more than slits, and her beautiful full mouth was drawn into a thin line.
Changing tactics, she stopped pacing and moved towards a walnut cabinet. When she got there, she pulled out four crystal glasses and a heavy crystal decanter. She poured generous amounts of amber fluid into each glass and then replaced the expensive looking decanter. The other woman, who was wearing a blue and white suit and a worried look, glanced at the glasses of strong alcohol, and said a silent prayer.
"Princess Rhea, whisky? Do you really think-" her remark was cut short by a shriek from the other woman, and the sound of one of the 400 dollar glasses shattering against the far wall. Une had to duck to avoid being hit in the face with the crystal.
"Une you know perfectly fucking well that I cannot inherit without him. He was my last chance! And now…now. If he remembers, who knows what he may well do? I can't put my whole country in jeopardy, not to mention my fortune, because you cant do your job properly! You'll pay Une! You'll pay with your freedom and your life!" the dark haired woman stormed out the room and slammed the door so hard that three paintings came off the walls and their frames shattered. Sighing, lady Une sat down in an armchair and removed her glasses. While she cleaned them she started to think about her situation. She had a very bad feeling deep down. She was starting to think that promising Maxwell to so many people had been a mistake. Well she hadn't really promised, there had been an auction of course. Many rich people had wishes to have possession of the Gundam pilots, especially 02.
The auction had gone well, and Princess Rhea of the Athenian kingdom had outbid the rest by about 20 million. That was 20 million more than the next highest offer, which had also been comfortably into the millions. Yop. Une was definitely shoulder deep in shit, without a shovel.
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THE LOSS OF DUO MAXWELL
CHAPTER SEVEN
As castor went through into the garage, he passed a mirror and noticed that his long hair was in a low slung pony at the nape of his neck.
"Ugh. I look like a girl. I'll have to cut it off, but for now." He took out the hair band and considered what would be the best way to conceal his chestnut locks until further actions could be taken. In the end he decided to put it into a long braid.
"Huh, reaches my lower back. I look like a friggin girl!" he glanced in the mirror again and decided that his hair would be ok for now.
Moving into the garage, he paused to run his hand over the gleaming black body of the car, before climbing into the driver's seat. He adjusted the mirror and ran his hands over the soft black leather seats, before slapping himself in the head and wondering how he could be so stupid.
"Holy shit! Keys! You need keys to start a car. Duo my man, you're losing your mind!" then he stopped and anyone looking at him would have thought he'd seen a ghost.
"What did you just call yourself? D...Duo? Shit." He ran his hand over his eyes. He felt like someone had dropped a bucket of icy water over him. Only after a minute did he make the connection.
"Of course! Duo! It's a nickname people used to call you before the accident. You're starting to remember stuff. Cool." He stepped out of the car and went into the kitchen where his discarded keys were lying next to an ornate candlestick.
Suddenly, a shrill shriek cut through the silence like broken glass.
"Holy fuck!" castor screamed and his scream was accompanied by a 3ft leap that ended in him lying in a heap on the floor, with the entire contents of his cutlery drawer on top of him, like a chain link blanket.
"Duuuuuuuuuude! Why are you so fucking jumpy? It's only the phone." He fumbled with his keys, and found the buttons that controlled the phone. He pushed speakerphone, and pointed it in the general direction of the wall with the phone on it.
"Duo here, shit! Sorry, castor here. What can I do you for?"
"Castor, this is lady Une," the mechanical voice informed. "Did… did you just call yourself duo?" the voice on the other end of the line was hard and sharp and castor could hear another sound in the background, like the shriek of a banshee.
"Yeah sorry about that." He started to laugh but stifled it. He figured this was not the best time. "Yeah, I'm starting to remember stuff. Cool huh? I think duo was probably a nickname people used to call me."
"Yes, something like that." The voice sounded weary now, as though the person speaking had been fighting a long battle and was on the edge of defeat. There was a pause and then,
"Castor, please will you come up to the house. Now."
Before he could answer, there was a steady beeping that told him lady Une had hung up the phone. He sighed and shot the phone a withering look before he grunted and disentangled himself from the knives and forks covering him.
"With family like this," he picked his keys up off the floor and proceeded to the car. When he looked back, he was unaware that it would be for the last time.
"Fuck Une! You said he wouldn't remember! We had a deal! You do realise that this could jeopardise the whole fucking East Coast? I promised them an heir. Goddammit Une! You know exactly how important this is for my people." Although usually beautiful, the speakers rage had turned her into a monster. The woman in the middle of this tirade looked more like a banshee than a princess. Her shortish black hair flew around her head as she paced the room. Her blue eyes, which normally lit up with laughter, were no more than slits, and her beautiful full mouth was drawn into a thin line.
Changing tactics, she stopped pacing and moved towards a walnut cabinet. When she got there, she pulled out four crystal glasses and a heavy crystal decanter. She poured generous amounts of amber fluid into each glass and then replaced the expensive looking decanter. The other woman, who was wearing a blue and white suit and a worried look, glanced at the glasses of strong alcohol, and said a silent prayer.
"Princess Rhea, whisky? Do you really think-" her remark was cut short by a shriek from the other woman, and the sound of one of the 400 dollar glasses shattering against the far wall. Une had to duck to avoid being hit in the face with the crystal.
"Une you know perfectly fucking well that I cannot inherit without him. He was my last chance! And now…now. If he remembers, who knows what he may well do? I can't put my whole country in jeopardy, not to mention my fortune, because you cant do your job properly! You'll pay Une! You'll pay with your freedom and your life!" the dark haired woman stormed out the room and slammed the door so hard that three paintings came off the walls and their frames shattered. Sighing, lady Une sat down in an armchair and removed her glasses. While she cleaned them she started to think about her situation. She had a very bad feeling deep down. She was starting to think that promising Maxwell to so many people had been a mistake. Well she hadn't really promised, there had been an auction of course. Many rich people had wishes to have possession of the Gundam pilots, especially 02.
The auction had gone well, and Princess Rhea of the Athenian kingdom had outbid the rest by about 20 million. That was 20 million more than the next highest offer, which had also been comfortably into the millions. Yop. Une was definitely shoulder deep in shit, without a shovel.
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