Sorry, sorry SORRY! For not updating sooner! Try balancing a relationship, having friends, studying for finals, excercizing so you don't puff up too big AND helping your brother pack! There was no room for my life AND for this. Sorry - breathing and eating and studying comes before writing, it's the harsh truth. BUT, as a side note - I always put my storyies and fanfics on my *website* before I put them on here, sooooo, if you want an early glance, check there first! The URL is on my profile but ( kuroshirogurei.tripod.com/kuroshiro_gurei) it's here now, too ^_^. If you sign my guestbook while you're there ... maybe I'll put you in a ficlet, or write one for you!
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Regression, Depression, and Overreaction, Oh My!
Trowa pounded on the door. He kicked it and rattled the door knob until he though it would break, but Wufei didn't say a word to him. After about fifteen minutes of pounding, rattling, and yelling threats, he realized that door was, in fact, unlocked, and he decided to open it. Inside, he found that the Chinese pilot was nowhere to be found. Upon searching, all Trowa had managed to figure out was that Wufei had left the house for a little while, because his shoes were gone and he was nowhere to be found. The angry, uni-banged boy paced around the room a few times, pounding on the walls.
"Where *is* that boy! Where IS he?" He'd yell that every time he punched the wall, and then go right back to pacing.
Down the hall, another boy was wondering where someone was. Quatre had awoken after the first pound on the wall that caused the house to shake. He had sat straight up on the floor, rubbing his head. The initial shake had scared him *so* much that he rolled out of bed, landing on his head, eyes blinking wildly. Standing up, he walked out of the room, careful to shut the door, and tip-toed in the direction of the pounding and screaming. It was Wufei's room. 'Oh God, what's wrong with him now?' Slowly, he opened the door, and saw Trowa, his fist stuck in the wall and a wild look in his eyes.
"Um, Tro ..... wa? Where's Wufei?" He asked the question slowly, backing up with each word.
"Why do you want to know, hm, love?" His eye was twitching.
"Trowa? Trowa, is that you? What is *wrong* with you, huh?" Quatre's eyes softened and he looked up at the taller boy. Confidently, he reached his hand up to massage his face - calm him down. Maybe *too* confidently, as the hand was quickly smacked away.
"The QUESTION is, my dearest love, what is wrong with YOU?" He began to walk, or rather *stalk*, towards the blonde, "You like him, DON'T you? You're just INFATUATED I bet!" Trowa jumped on the other boy, who's eyes were wide. He was frozen in fear.
"What ... what are you talking about?" He stammered his way through the sentence. 'Trowa, love, why?' The uni-banged boy chuckled in a strange, high-pitched and ultimately scary tone.
"You know DAMN well what I'm 'talking about'!" He pressed his love into the floor, who moaned in pain. "You flirt with him, and then cry once you know what you've done wrong. Don't think I didn't notice that you'd been crying earlier! Don't EVEN act like you're surprised, and wipe that ABSURD look off your face!" He smacked Quatre's mouth harshly - and all the Arabian did was blink and take in the abuse.
"Trowa," He whispered, "Please don't doubt me. Please..." He looked into the others vibrant green eyes - now filled with contempt. Sadly, contempt directed towards his best friend. but also towards his lover.
"Don't doubt YOU!" He pulled Quatre to his feet, and slammed him against the wall. He continued slamming him as he spoke, "You flaming hypocrite! YOU are the one with doubts, I am the one with the TRUTH!" Silence ensued, filled only by Trowa's sudden sobbing and Quatre's gasping to catch his breath.
"Trowa ... are ... are you ok?" He glanced down at his lover, who was down on his knees, breathing heavily, the light grey under him slowly becoming a darker shade, staining from his tears. Despite all of his gasping, he gave no answer. "Are you ok?" Slowly, he lifted his head, keeping his eyes down, and shook his head for a definite 'no'. Just as slowly as he had lifted his head, he stood up, making himself Quatre's height. He leaned against the wall using one arm, which he placed right above his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Quatre, a long time ago, when I was working as a rebel with a group of mercenaries who first found me, I met a girl named Middie. I really connected with her in the little while that I knew her - before I came to space. But you know what?" The other boy snapped his head up from where he was staring at the carpet.
"Hm?" He was *very* confused.
"She *betrayed* me. She had to spy for the Alliance to feed her family - she sold me and the rest of us out to the Alliance. I had to kill all of my company to save myself. And I had no problem doing it, either, because I am a soldier. A soldier since the day I was born. I almost killed Middie, too, because I thought I'd found someone who was like me," He paused to cock his gun. Despite the *click* noise it made, Quatre was in too much shock a dismay to realize what was going on, "And now this ..." He lowered his voice to a whisper, "So I'm not letting *this* one go." And he shot Quatre in the heart.
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PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I have a little brother and significant other to support! PLEASE! Besides - this is an arch (I've got 4 more stories to go, BTW) and I've got, at the most FIVE more chapters to go on this! Just because I'm Lucifer (lol!), doesn't mean I don't have a soft spot! Besides - I love Quatre, he and I are good buddies, Right Kit-Quat? *Quatre from backround* That's right, Lizzy! (He's the only one that gets away with that, you know!). He's here for a special reason, and if Lacey tells Heero who tells Zechs, who lets it slip to Treize who accidentally tells Duo who tells EVERYONE ELSE what Quatre's helping me with ... I'll have to! I'll just have to ... uh, reprimand her sharply, heh. Oh yeah, I've got to give out thank yous! You know, I only got THREE, count 'em 1, 2, 3 reviews this time! So, THANKS Kasara! Keeps reading! Please! Chang Meiling - ah, one of my FAVORITE people! I think you've followed this fic from the beginning. Here at MStar incorporated, we all LOVE YOU! And, last but not least, Lacey-koi. Lacey, Lacey, Lacey. Nice Review!!! ^_^ Wonder who got 3 Libras stuck in your head .... I am not extremely hyper because of your review. (Those who haven't read hers, should. I think that the penguins have gotten the rest of her sanity....) ooooh, and, for those that care. Read my profile - I've got special, nice, pretty info in there! It involves *secret info* for the next story. Yay! So, until next time, keep reading, eat your vegetables, don't do drugs, and always shave your kneecaps on the full moon at midnight! *passes out from utter tiredness*
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Regression, Depression, and Overreaction, Oh My!
Trowa pounded on the door. He kicked it and rattled the door knob until he though it would break, but Wufei didn't say a word to him. After about fifteen minutes of pounding, rattling, and yelling threats, he realized that door was, in fact, unlocked, and he decided to open it. Inside, he found that the Chinese pilot was nowhere to be found. Upon searching, all Trowa had managed to figure out was that Wufei had left the house for a little while, because his shoes were gone and he was nowhere to be found. The angry, uni-banged boy paced around the room a few times, pounding on the walls.
"Where *is* that boy! Where IS he?" He'd yell that every time he punched the wall, and then go right back to pacing.
Down the hall, another boy was wondering where someone was. Quatre had awoken after the first pound on the wall that caused the house to shake. He had sat straight up on the floor, rubbing his head. The initial shake had scared him *so* much that he rolled out of bed, landing on his head, eyes blinking wildly. Standing up, he walked out of the room, careful to shut the door, and tip-toed in the direction of the pounding and screaming. It was Wufei's room. 'Oh God, what's wrong with him now?' Slowly, he opened the door, and saw Trowa, his fist stuck in the wall and a wild look in his eyes.
"Um, Tro ..... wa? Where's Wufei?" He asked the question slowly, backing up with each word.
"Why do you want to know, hm, love?" His eye was twitching.
"Trowa? Trowa, is that you? What is *wrong* with you, huh?" Quatre's eyes softened and he looked up at the taller boy. Confidently, he reached his hand up to massage his face - calm him down. Maybe *too* confidently, as the hand was quickly smacked away.
"The QUESTION is, my dearest love, what is wrong with YOU?" He began to walk, or rather *stalk*, towards the blonde, "You like him, DON'T you? You're just INFATUATED I bet!" Trowa jumped on the other boy, who's eyes were wide. He was frozen in fear.
"What ... what are you talking about?" He stammered his way through the sentence. 'Trowa, love, why?' The uni-banged boy chuckled in a strange, high-pitched and ultimately scary tone.
"You know DAMN well what I'm 'talking about'!" He pressed his love into the floor, who moaned in pain. "You flirt with him, and then cry once you know what you've done wrong. Don't think I didn't notice that you'd been crying earlier! Don't EVEN act like you're surprised, and wipe that ABSURD look off your face!" He smacked Quatre's mouth harshly - and all the Arabian did was blink and take in the abuse.
"Trowa," He whispered, "Please don't doubt me. Please..." He looked into the others vibrant green eyes - now filled with contempt. Sadly, contempt directed towards his best friend. but also towards his lover.
"Don't doubt YOU!" He pulled Quatre to his feet, and slammed him against the wall. He continued slamming him as he spoke, "You flaming hypocrite! YOU are the one with doubts, I am the one with the TRUTH!" Silence ensued, filled only by Trowa's sudden sobbing and Quatre's gasping to catch his breath.
"Trowa ... are ... are you ok?" He glanced down at his lover, who was down on his knees, breathing heavily, the light grey under him slowly becoming a darker shade, staining from his tears. Despite all of his gasping, he gave no answer. "Are you ok?" Slowly, he lifted his head, keeping his eyes down, and shook his head for a definite 'no'. Just as slowly as he had lifted his head, he stood up, making himself Quatre's height. He leaned against the wall using one arm, which he placed right above his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Quatre, a long time ago, when I was working as a rebel with a group of mercenaries who first found me, I met a girl named Middie. I really connected with her in the little while that I knew her - before I came to space. But you know what?" The other boy snapped his head up from where he was staring at the carpet.
"Hm?" He was *very* confused.
"She *betrayed* me. She had to spy for the Alliance to feed her family - she sold me and the rest of us out to the Alliance. I had to kill all of my company to save myself. And I had no problem doing it, either, because I am a soldier. A soldier since the day I was born. I almost killed Middie, too, because I thought I'd found someone who was like me," He paused to cock his gun. Despite the *click* noise it made, Quatre was in too much shock a dismay to realize what was going on, "And now this ..." He lowered his voice to a whisper, "So I'm not letting *this* one go." And he shot Quatre in the heart.
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PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I have a little brother and significant other to support! PLEASE! Besides - this is an arch (I've got 4 more stories to go, BTW) and I've got, at the most FIVE more chapters to go on this! Just because I'm Lucifer (lol!), doesn't mean I don't have a soft spot! Besides - I love Quatre, he and I are good buddies, Right Kit-Quat? *Quatre from backround* That's right, Lizzy! (He's the only one that gets away with that, you know!). He's here for a special reason, and if Lacey tells Heero who tells Zechs, who lets it slip to Treize who accidentally tells Duo who tells EVERYONE ELSE what Quatre's helping me with ... I'll have to! I'll just have to ... uh, reprimand her sharply, heh. Oh yeah, I've got to give out thank yous! You know, I only got THREE, count 'em 1, 2, 3 reviews this time! So, THANKS Kasara! Keeps reading! Please! Chang Meiling - ah, one of my FAVORITE people! I think you've followed this fic from the beginning. Here at MStar incorporated, we all LOVE YOU! And, last but not least, Lacey-koi. Lacey, Lacey, Lacey. Nice Review!!! ^_^ Wonder who got 3 Libras stuck in your head .... I am not extremely hyper because of your review. (Those who haven't read hers, should. I think that the penguins have gotten the rest of her sanity....) ooooh, and, for those that care. Read my profile - I've got special, nice, pretty info in there! It involves *secret info* for the next story. Yay! So, until next time, keep reading, eat your vegetables, don't do drugs, and always shave your kneecaps on the full moon at midnight! *passes out from utter tiredness*