A/N: Thanq for the reviews guys! I appreciate it! Now, its Duo's Diary
Form. Duo isn't this thick but...don't worry.
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September 19th,
Quatre told me something about seeing something from Hotaru. She seemed perfectly happy but went away quickly. Theres nothing to write. Hm...um...junk...junk...junk...
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Septermber 20th,
Mr. Durent, my counselor person looked over my diary and gave me a strange look. He said I need to write more about my feelings and thoughts. I told him that I did. He told me some dates were missing. (I tore them out, the mission wasn't supposed to be known by anyone.) I lied and said that I was too busy. He didn't take it too well. He said this isn't going to work. I told him that I never actually agreed to do this, and if I was to, I don't want anyone to read it. I have secret things I write in it! He still gave me that look and plainly told me to keep two journals then. I told him I'll try and this one will be the one I show him, the other my own. Like I have time to do that. I'll just not write about my missions then. Good enough.
Then Durent told me I can go. I ran out of the office and pass some people getting mental help. I heard one lady talking about her children not appreciating her cooking and it was driving her crazy. Well Lady, I'm sure my problems are worser then yours and I'm not insane. Yet.
Later:
I need to Keep Wu-man away from my journal (Quoting him, 'Diaries are for the weak to confessed their sins that they are afraid to confess to others'). That sniveling, black-haired ponytailed chinese person. I love making fun of him at some times. He's just so uptight, like Heero, but Wu- man here is different in a way I can't explain. Then theres the silent Trowa. I've always wondered he was born with his hair or he keeps it up with gel. Well, if its gel, its mighty strong gel. And then theres the fair, blond, arabian but unarabian looking, nice, very rich as I might add, and kind-heareted Quatre or his new nickname '4'. Its just like him to notice stuff and he's very kind-hearted, did I say that before? You can really pick him out easily from our group. Being light-haired and kind- hearted.
And then there's me. Brown hair with a manly long braid fit just for me. I'm American though. Also known as the god of death or Shinigami. And you're coming straight to hell with me if you're reading this diary unless I let you read it but thats unlikely. Well, its not like anybody is going to be reading this.
No weekend homework except French. I've wondered why Quatre is arabian and not French, since his name is purely French. French French French, I hate that word.
My homework, I feel like I'm in kindergarten doing this. Writing, 'I call myself Duo Maxwell.' In french of course. Like this, 'Je mappelle Duo Maxwell' or 'Je suis Duo Maxwell.' And then ordering 50 different french drinks that I have no idea what thay are. There's little pictures but I still don't understand. My hands ache, so do my head. I should've took Metal as my second elective.
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September 21st,
I swear that Relena Peacecraft is getting more annoying everytime I see her. She's like a magnet for the finally poor Heero. Her voice reminds me of the wicked witch of the west in The Wizard of Oz when she shrieks Heero's name. She came to see the progress of the mission and to my relief, left early for another duty.
Thats it princess, go away and do your duties and stop stalking him.
Melinda called me and said that she was going to be away on a trip to Italy to visit a sick grandmother and would not return until 12th of next month. Thats a very long time!! Well, I can survive. Heh...
Torture, did I mention school, especially French and Chemistry and all the other classes are another form of torture? I like P.E though. Its hella fun. Yeah, thats it. Um, signing out.
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September 22nd,
The new student at our school is Olivia Jones Hones. We need keep an eye on her. She's pretty attractive. Long brown hair, brown eyes. She seems a bit sullen though and speaks fluent German, Japanese and English. I have her in 3 of my classes. I forget which.
Hotaru is a bit distant from me then usual. She ran pretty fast today for a person who gets a slow time in mile runs. I feel as if she's avoiding me. She didn't even giggle when the solutions blew up in my face and frayed my bangs. She acts if I didn't exist. Whats up with that? Quatre probably know. I went and talked to her in French.
I said, "Bonjour Cheri." In my horrible accent. She looked at me with the similar death glare to Heero's and replied in French:
"Bonjour tressé bâtard **, comment ca va?"
I answered, grinning and not knowing what she said, "Ca Va. Et vous?"
"Très bien," she asnwered me, and walked away to her seat. I wonder what tressé bâtard mean. Theres something wrong. Need to find Quatre.
Later:
Quatre told me that Hotaru was hurt when she saw me and Melinda. Shit, I never meant to hurt her that much! I thought it was fine with her. I guess I should straighten this out. Damn it, why am I so blind? I said this out loud and unfortunately, Wu-man heard. He told me that onnas are weak and we shouldn't associate much with them. Well, I don't giva damn about you chinese man, I feel bad suddenly. Nothing about our mission. I have promised myself to sort of ignore it.
* (A/N: **Means Braided Bastard in French.)
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(A/N: Story Form)
Hotaru was running faster then she had ever done. Panting weakly but her growing pain and angriness gave her strength. She could see the yelloe finish line in front of her and with face grimacing in determination, she crossed it finally, making her time 8 minutes and 32 second for a mile. That was 2 minutes faster then her regulars.
She was suprised with herself and glowed with pride but dimmed darkly at the sight of Duo and his idiotic present.
She was very distant to him now and consider him like a dangerous bug she is unable to crush beneath her feet. Whatever chance she get, she will show him. And how dare he comes and speak with her in French with his terrible accent. Good thing I learned that word from Tessa, a classmate who is fluent, she thought bitterly, He had no idea that I had cussed him off.
But he approached her, looking nervous. She suddnely became enraged. Hasn't he gotten her message?
"Hey Hotaru," he greeted warmly, "So..."
"So what?" she almost snapped.
"Look I'm sorry..." Duo started to apologize, "I thought you didn't like me."
"Oh is that it?" she asked him bitterly, glaring at him with mad incredulous eyes, "Well, what if Melinda said she can't to you? Would you have quickly gone off to someone else?" All the heads in the gym turned to them.
"Hotaru..." Duo mumbled faintly, "They're staring, maybe at lunch?"
"Oh now you're embarrased?" she asked ignoring all the staring and whispering around her.
"HOTARU!" Duo exclaimed loudly, "Why is this a big deal for you?" He finally done it. He made her exceed her angriest point in her mind. Her forhead became red with fury and her fist clenched so hard that the knuckles became white.
"Well," she whispered, all her emotions supressed into a low, level tone, "If you knew me, you wouldn't even say that!"
"Mr. Maxwell and Ms. Tomoe," Mr. Hull, the Gym teacher interrupted loudly, "Come here. Office for you two."
(A/N: What'd you think? Its short but R&R please and tell me if there is anything I might have to improve on.)
***
September 19th,
Quatre told me something about seeing something from Hotaru. She seemed perfectly happy but went away quickly. Theres nothing to write. Hm...um...junk...junk...junk...
*
Septermber 20th,
Mr. Durent, my counselor person looked over my diary and gave me a strange look. He said I need to write more about my feelings and thoughts. I told him that I did. He told me some dates were missing. (I tore them out, the mission wasn't supposed to be known by anyone.) I lied and said that I was too busy. He didn't take it too well. He said this isn't going to work. I told him that I never actually agreed to do this, and if I was to, I don't want anyone to read it. I have secret things I write in it! He still gave me that look and plainly told me to keep two journals then. I told him I'll try and this one will be the one I show him, the other my own. Like I have time to do that. I'll just not write about my missions then. Good enough.
Then Durent told me I can go. I ran out of the office and pass some people getting mental help. I heard one lady talking about her children not appreciating her cooking and it was driving her crazy. Well Lady, I'm sure my problems are worser then yours and I'm not insane. Yet.
Later:
I need to Keep Wu-man away from my journal (Quoting him, 'Diaries are for the weak to confessed their sins that they are afraid to confess to others'). That sniveling, black-haired ponytailed chinese person. I love making fun of him at some times. He's just so uptight, like Heero, but Wu- man here is different in a way I can't explain. Then theres the silent Trowa. I've always wondered he was born with his hair or he keeps it up with gel. Well, if its gel, its mighty strong gel. And then theres the fair, blond, arabian but unarabian looking, nice, very rich as I might add, and kind-heareted Quatre or his new nickname '4'. Its just like him to notice stuff and he's very kind-hearted, did I say that before? You can really pick him out easily from our group. Being light-haired and kind- hearted.
And then there's me. Brown hair with a manly long braid fit just for me. I'm American though. Also known as the god of death or Shinigami. And you're coming straight to hell with me if you're reading this diary unless I let you read it but thats unlikely. Well, its not like anybody is going to be reading this.
No weekend homework except French. I've wondered why Quatre is arabian and not French, since his name is purely French. French French French, I hate that word.
My homework, I feel like I'm in kindergarten doing this. Writing, 'I call myself Duo Maxwell.' In french of course. Like this, 'Je mappelle Duo Maxwell' or 'Je suis Duo Maxwell.' And then ordering 50 different french drinks that I have no idea what thay are. There's little pictures but I still don't understand. My hands ache, so do my head. I should've took Metal as my second elective.
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September 21st,
I swear that Relena Peacecraft is getting more annoying everytime I see her. She's like a magnet for the finally poor Heero. Her voice reminds me of the wicked witch of the west in The Wizard of Oz when she shrieks Heero's name. She came to see the progress of the mission and to my relief, left early for another duty.
Thats it princess, go away and do your duties and stop stalking him.
Melinda called me and said that she was going to be away on a trip to Italy to visit a sick grandmother and would not return until 12th of next month. Thats a very long time!! Well, I can survive. Heh...
Torture, did I mention school, especially French and Chemistry and all the other classes are another form of torture? I like P.E though. Its hella fun. Yeah, thats it. Um, signing out.
*
September 22nd,
The new student at our school is Olivia Jones Hones. We need keep an eye on her. She's pretty attractive. Long brown hair, brown eyes. She seems a bit sullen though and speaks fluent German, Japanese and English. I have her in 3 of my classes. I forget which.
Hotaru is a bit distant from me then usual. She ran pretty fast today for a person who gets a slow time in mile runs. I feel as if she's avoiding me. She didn't even giggle when the solutions blew up in my face and frayed my bangs. She acts if I didn't exist. Whats up with that? Quatre probably know. I went and talked to her in French.
I said, "Bonjour Cheri." In my horrible accent. She looked at me with the similar death glare to Heero's and replied in French:
"Bonjour tressé bâtard **, comment ca va?"
I answered, grinning and not knowing what she said, "Ca Va. Et vous?"
"Très bien," she asnwered me, and walked away to her seat. I wonder what tressé bâtard mean. Theres something wrong. Need to find Quatre.
Later:
Quatre told me that Hotaru was hurt when she saw me and Melinda. Shit, I never meant to hurt her that much! I thought it was fine with her. I guess I should straighten this out. Damn it, why am I so blind? I said this out loud and unfortunately, Wu-man heard. He told me that onnas are weak and we shouldn't associate much with them. Well, I don't giva damn about you chinese man, I feel bad suddenly. Nothing about our mission. I have promised myself to sort of ignore it.
* (A/N: **Means Braided Bastard in French.)
*
(A/N: Story Form)
Hotaru was running faster then she had ever done. Panting weakly but her growing pain and angriness gave her strength. She could see the yelloe finish line in front of her and with face grimacing in determination, she crossed it finally, making her time 8 minutes and 32 second for a mile. That was 2 minutes faster then her regulars.
She was suprised with herself and glowed with pride but dimmed darkly at the sight of Duo and his idiotic present.
She was very distant to him now and consider him like a dangerous bug she is unable to crush beneath her feet. Whatever chance she get, she will show him. And how dare he comes and speak with her in French with his terrible accent. Good thing I learned that word from Tessa, a classmate who is fluent, she thought bitterly, He had no idea that I had cussed him off.
But he approached her, looking nervous. She suddnely became enraged. Hasn't he gotten her message?
"Hey Hotaru," he greeted warmly, "So..."
"So what?" she almost snapped.
"Look I'm sorry..." Duo started to apologize, "I thought you didn't like me."
"Oh is that it?" she asked him bitterly, glaring at him with mad incredulous eyes, "Well, what if Melinda said she can't to you? Would you have quickly gone off to someone else?" All the heads in the gym turned to them.
"Hotaru..." Duo mumbled faintly, "They're staring, maybe at lunch?"
"Oh now you're embarrased?" she asked ignoring all the staring and whispering around her.
"HOTARU!" Duo exclaimed loudly, "Why is this a big deal for you?" He finally done it. He made her exceed her angriest point in her mind. Her forhead became red with fury and her fist clenched so hard that the knuckles became white.
"Well," she whispered, all her emotions supressed into a low, level tone, "If you knew me, you wouldn't even say that!"
"Mr. Maxwell and Ms. Tomoe," Mr. Hull, the Gym teacher interrupted loudly, "Come here. Office for you two."
(A/N: What'd you think? Its short but R&R please and tell me if there is anything I might have to improve on.)