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PPSSSST: Sarah ish Da girl![yeah yeah. I use dat name a lot]
~~~~~Sarah P.O.V~~~~~
It was almost even funny.
I had just come home from an important day of work and damn was I tired. And then off of a sudden this boy shows up with a gun and starts pointing it at me.
I'm like.. Woh. Slow down a bit…And then he goes and collapses.. So naturally I catch him and pull him in. And it's late.
Now what?
I laid the boy down onto the floor, and blinked as I noticed his blood soaked clothes in the light and the red smear he left in the carpet.
How am I going to get that out? The landlord will SCREAM.
I wandered into my bathroom and ripped open the door, pulling out some alcohol, cotton swabs, bandages, bandages.. The works.
Then I make my way back, to find him still unconscious. Jeeze.. I wonder what this guy did…
I kneeled, and then surveyed him.
I couldn't see a thing.
His black clothes shrouded everything.
So, with a slight distasteful look etched on my face, due to the fact, undressing an unconscious boy was not to my liking, I removed his shirt.
And there I managed to find the bullet wound that had hit his right arm.
I swabbed away most of the blood, and used the alcohol to clean it out. The boy was silent all this time.
Was he dead?
A quick check for his heartbeat and I assured he was alive.. But weak.
So I proceeded to wrap his arms up tightly with fresh bandages.
Then, I pulled off his shoes, and his black pants. Oh how cute! He wore Scooby Doo boxers!
Grinning slightly to myself, I stopped as I saw his left leg. It still had the bullet in it.
Sigh…..
I rushed to my kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards before finding a pair of tweezers. I coated them in alcohol and let them sit for a moment.
Then I returned to the boy and kneeled down, where I shifted the tweezers and got a hold on the bullet. I was lucky it hadn't gone in to far.
I carefully pulled up out and set it aside, pressing cotton swabs on it to stop the bleeding. I used alcohol to flush it out and then wrapped it tightly in similar fashion as the arm.
Now what?
As I cleaned up, I took his clothes and dumped in the washer. I poured like a gallon of soap in it and slammed the door shut.
I grabbed some Pine sol, carpet cleaner, soap, napkins, bathroom scrubber etc and returned to where the boy laid.
With a heave, I dragged him out of the way and set my tools down, retreating to grab my only spare blanket, which I placed over him.
Then I got to work.
I spent all night scrubbing up blood from where he had laid, and by morning, all that was let was a tiny pink spot that was so persistent in staying, I threw the brush at it and gave up.
With a yawn, I looked at my watch and saw the time.. 5:00?!?!?! Shit! I had to be in work in two hours! And I was planning to come in early today too!
Wait.. I can't go to work and leave a psycho boy here…
Ah so what.
I rushed into the bathroom, stripped and jumped in the hot shower, undoing my long, golden brown hair from its long twist, with fell down to my rear.
Man I hot bath felt good. Especially after having been practically coated in that boys blood. I wasn't used to blood really….Just more to machines.
I was out in ten minutes tops, reluctantly stepping out of the soothing hot bath and wrapping a white towel about myself. I grabbed my dirty clothes and stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway….
Smack dab into the boy.
Ahhhh crap.
He stood, wrapped in the blanket, a dazed expression on his face, his brilliant violet eyes bloodshot. They narrowed on the sight of me.
"Where in the hell am I?"
"Do you MIND? Let me get dressed first at least!" I shoved past him and slammed my door shut. With fear of him leaving, I dressed in random clothes.. I guess I wouldn't go to work after all. They could be without me for one day..
I ran out of my room, to find him in his similar position. With my cheerful smile, I slung an arm around him.
Stupid move.
Man I couldn't believe how fast he moved. Even injured, he grabbed my arm and twisted it, slamming his hand down at my elbow. He wanted to break it..
"Uh uh!" I jerked my arm back hard, sending the other forward directly into his chest. He staggered back, loosing his hold on me.
Placing my hands on my hips, I sent him a mock glare, "So rude! Here. I'll start breakfast. You look terrible. If you want to take a bath, you know where the bathroom it. Our clothes are in the dryer. I'll probably have breakfast done by the time you get out."
And I let him.
As I cooked breakfast, his face flashed in my head.. There was something familiar about him that I couldn't quite place.
I guess it doesn't matter.
I made bacon and cheese omelet's, toast, chocolate muffins(yum), and poured glasses of milk and orange juice.
I was setting the table when the boy walked in. I almost dropped my plate. God was he cute! With the exception of the piercing glare in his eyes. Eeepers.
"Sit!" He didn't move.
"Oh for Christ's sake! SIT!" He still didn't move. "Look. If you want to get better and go back to doing what you were doing before, SIIITT!"
With a reluctant look, he sat.
"Man you need to lighten up!" I grinned and served him an omelet, muffins, toast and a glass of each drink. I sat down and promptly wolfed down the meal.
He didn't touch a thing.
"I go through all this trouble and you won't eat?"
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice icy, cold and dull.
I blinked, "Bah. I'm Sarah.. Sarah….Umm.. Last name isn't important okie? And who are YOU?"
"Duo." Is all he said.
That sounded familiar as well… I couldn't freakin place it! Gggrrrr
He continued, "Where am I? Where are my guns, explosives, equipment?"
So that's what his bag was for! I should have searched it.
"Your in MY apartment. Your stuff… It's in where you slept. Now eat or I won't answer any more questions.
I sat back from my empty plate as he almost inhaled his food.
He ate faster than me! And didn't even make a mess. I wanna know how!
He finished swiftly and stood, limping back to the room he had slept in. No doubt for his guns.
"Nooooooo you don't. I'm missing work because of you. Your staying. At least till I can grab information out of you!" I stepped in his way.
If looks could kill, I'd be dead.
He started to shove pass me, so I did what I could. I wrapped him in a hug and planted my feet firmly on the ground, "You are NOT leaving."
He seemed to freeze.
I let go and stood back. He had his head lowered, his long braid falling down his shoulder and in front of him. Both hands trembled and pulled into fists.
"So. What did you do?" He didn't answer. So, to see if I could find out what happened, I flipped on the TV to the news channel.
Reports of the patrol cars blasted on the screen. I blinked.
Could he have done THAT?
Hrm……
I looked up to see him staring blankly in my direction. Standing, I slowly grabbed his arm and dragged him to the couch, letting him sit.
I could tell he wanted to hit something.
So I…
"Wanna hit something huh?" I placed myself in front of him, "Go ahead!" And grinned.
Without warning, his punch came. Directly into my gut.
Eeep.
His punch hurt. Normally, a regular person whom punched me, I wouldn't feel a thing.. But his punch came with years of practice behind it.
I placed a hand over my stomach, and dropped it back down as the pain swiftly subsided. I grinned, "Aww. C'mon Duo. Is that all you got?"
I guess I shouldn't have egged him on.
He was at me in a flash, a punch thrown directly for my face. I ducked, one arm going up to block it, and I slammed my other into his side. He stepped back, and so did I.
"Hey hey! I didn't mean it.. Let's just calm down and have a nice chat."
He grabbed his backpack. I rushed to the door and leaned on it, hand over the handle so he couldn't go.
For some reason I couldn't let him go. The phone rang.
Shit.
Rushing towards him, my wet hair slapping behind me, I grabbed him arm a bit roughly and pulled Duo with me. I reached the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?"
It was my boss.
"No. I can't make it today. Sorry. Yes Lieutenant. I understand.. Suurrreee I'll put in the extra work. Don't you have OTHER'S who can do it? No? Sigh…. Why do I gotta be special?" I knew I was pouting.
I was vaguely aware of Duo staring at me as I continued, "Ok ok! I KNOW we have a deadline. Yes I know. Why do you always bring that up? You know I don't like remembering that."
I paused.
"Shouldn't YOU be doing work? Sorry sir. Yeah.. I won't talk to you nasty again. Yes.. I know I have special privileges and I shouldn't abuse them. Yes sir. Yeah.. Ok. Bye." I slammed the phone down and mumbled.
I turned to see Duo's face. "My boss can't let me go for ANYTHING. Yada yada. Their new experiment is TOTALLY worth my time.. Yeah right." I was babbling. I stopped and grinned.
"What do you do? Your…" He asked coldly, inquiringly.
"Yes I KNOW! I'm only 15! I get that A LOT. Sigh… If you really want to know.. I work for the military.. The mobile suit part of it."
I felt Duo tense.
"Who do you work for?"
"Umm….Why do you ask?"
"Answer me."
Awww I couldn't lie.. Not to a cutey like him.
"Lieutenant Zech's."
I regretted the words the minute they left my mouth.
~~~~~TBC
Hehehehehe.. O.O Well. Theres the next chapter. I hope you liked it.. It's probably longer than any of the others. I'll write again soon! And remember, Review! Bye Bye!
DISCLAIMER: Are you stupid?
PPSSSST: Sarah ish Da girl![yeah yeah. I use dat name a lot]
~~~~~Sarah P.O.V~~~~~
It was almost even funny.
I had just come home from an important day of work and damn was I tired. And then off of a sudden this boy shows up with a gun and starts pointing it at me.
I'm like.. Woh. Slow down a bit…And then he goes and collapses.. So naturally I catch him and pull him in. And it's late.
Now what?
I laid the boy down onto the floor, and blinked as I noticed his blood soaked clothes in the light and the red smear he left in the carpet.
How am I going to get that out? The landlord will SCREAM.
I wandered into my bathroom and ripped open the door, pulling out some alcohol, cotton swabs, bandages, bandages.. The works.
Then I make my way back, to find him still unconscious. Jeeze.. I wonder what this guy did…
I kneeled, and then surveyed him.
I couldn't see a thing.
His black clothes shrouded everything.
So, with a slight distasteful look etched on my face, due to the fact, undressing an unconscious boy was not to my liking, I removed his shirt.
And there I managed to find the bullet wound that had hit his right arm.
I swabbed away most of the blood, and used the alcohol to clean it out. The boy was silent all this time.
Was he dead?
A quick check for his heartbeat and I assured he was alive.. But weak.
So I proceeded to wrap his arms up tightly with fresh bandages.
Then, I pulled off his shoes, and his black pants. Oh how cute! He wore Scooby Doo boxers!
Grinning slightly to myself, I stopped as I saw his left leg. It still had the bullet in it.
Sigh…..
I rushed to my kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards before finding a pair of tweezers. I coated them in alcohol and let them sit for a moment.
Then I returned to the boy and kneeled down, where I shifted the tweezers and got a hold on the bullet. I was lucky it hadn't gone in to far.
I carefully pulled up out and set it aside, pressing cotton swabs on it to stop the bleeding. I used alcohol to flush it out and then wrapped it tightly in similar fashion as the arm.
Now what?
As I cleaned up, I took his clothes and dumped in the washer. I poured like a gallon of soap in it and slammed the door shut.
I grabbed some Pine sol, carpet cleaner, soap, napkins, bathroom scrubber etc and returned to where the boy laid.
With a heave, I dragged him out of the way and set my tools down, retreating to grab my only spare blanket, which I placed over him.
Then I got to work.
I spent all night scrubbing up blood from where he had laid, and by morning, all that was let was a tiny pink spot that was so persistent in staying, I threw the brush at it and gave up.
With a yawn, I looked at my watch and saw the time.. 5:00?!?!?! Shit! I had to be in work in two hours! And I was planning to come in early today too!
Wait.. I can't go to work and leave a psycho boy here…
Ah so what.
I rushed into the bathroom, stripped and jumped in the hot shower, undoing my long, golden brown hair from its long twist, with fell down to my rear.
Man I hot bath felt good. Especially after having been practically coated in that boys blood. I wasn't used to blood really….Just more to machines.
I was out in ten minutes tops, reluctantly stepping out of the soothing hot bath and wrapping a white towel about myself. I grabbed my dirty clothes and stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway….
Smack dab into the boy.
Ahhhh crap.
He stood, wrapped in the blanket, a dazed expression on his face, his brilliant violet eyes bloodshot. They narrowed on the sight of me.
"Where in the hell am I?"
"Do you MIND? Let me get dressed first at least!" I shoved past him and slammed my door shut. With fear of him leaving, I dressed in random clothes.. I guess I wouldn't go to work after all. They could be without me for one day..
I ran out of my room, to find him in his similar position. With my cheerful smile, I slung an arm around him.
Stupid move.
Man I couldn't believe how fast he moved. Even injured, he grabbed my arm and twisted it, slamming his hand down at my elbow. He wanted to break it..
"Uh uh!" I jerked my arm back hard, sending the other forward directly into his chest. He staggered back, loosing his hold on me.
Placing my hands on my hips, I sent him a mock glare, "So rude! Here. I'll start breakfast. You look terrible. If you want to take a bath, you know where the bathroom it. Our clothes are in the dryer. I'll probably have breakfast done by the time you get out."
And I let him.
As I cooked breakfast, his face flashed in my head.. There was something familiar about him that I couldn't quite place.
I guess it doesn't matter.
I made bacon and cheese omelet's, toast, chocolate muffins(yum), and poured glasses of milk and orange juice.
I was setting the table when the boy walked in. I almost dropped my plate. God was he cute! With the exception of the piercing glare in his eyes. Eeepers.
"Sit!" He didn't move.
"Oh for Christ's sake! SIT!" He still didn't move. "Look. If you want to get better and go back to doing what you were doing before, SIIITT!"
With a reluctant look, he sat.
"Man you need to lighten up!" I grinned and served him an omelet, muffins, toast and a glass of each drink. I sat down and promptly wolfed down the meal.
He didn't touch a thing.
"I go through all this trouble and you won't eat?"
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice icy, cold and dull.
I blinked, "Bah. I'm Sarah.. Sarah….Umm.. Last name isn't important okie? And who are YOU?"
"Duo." Is all he said.
That sounded familiar as well… I couldn't freakin place it! Gggrrrr
He continued, "Where am I? Where are my guns, explosives, equipment?"
So that's what his bag was for! I should have searched it.
"Your in MY apartment. Your stuff… It's in where you slept. Now eat or I won't answer any more questions.
I sat back from my empty plate as he almost inhaled his food.
He ate faster than me! And didn't even make a mess. I wanna know how!
He finished swiftly and stood, limping back to the room he had slept in. No doubt for his guns.
"Nooooooo you don't. I'm missing work because of you. Your staying. At least till I can grab information out of you!" I stepped in his way.
If looks could kill, I'd be dead.
He started to shove pass me, so I did what I could. I wrapped him in a hug and planted my feet firmly on the ground, "You are NOT leaving."
He seemed to freeze.
I let go and stood back. He had his head lowered, his long braid falling down his shoulder and in front of him. Both hands trembled and pulled into fists.
"So. What did you do?" He didn't answer. So, to see if I could find out what happened, I flipped on the TV to the news channel.
Reports of the patrol cars blasted on the screen. I blinked.
Could he have done THAT?
Hrm……
I looked up to see him staring blankly in my direction. Standing, I slowly grabbed his arm and dragged him to the couch, letting him sit.
I could tell he wanted to hit something.
So I…
"Wanna hit something huh?" I placed myself in front of him, "Go ahead!" And grinned.
Without warning, his punch came. Directly into my gut.
Eeep.
His punch hurt. Normally, a regular person whom punched me, I wouldn't feel a thing.. But his punch came with years of practice behind it.
I placed a hand over my stomach, and dropped it back down as the pain swiftly subsided. I grinned, "Aww. C'mon Duo. Is that all you got?"
I guess I shouldn't have egged him on.
He was at me in a flash, a punch thrown directly for my face. I ducked, one arm going up to block it, and I slammed my other into his side. He stepped back, and so did I.
"Hey hey! I didn't mean it.. Let's just calm down and have a nice chat."
He grabbed his backpack. I rushed to the door and leaned on it, hand over the handle so he couldn't go.
For some reason I couldn't let him go. The phone rang.
Shit.
Rushing towards him, my wet hair slapping behind me, I grabbed him arm a bit roughly and pulled Duo with me. I reached the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?"
It was my boss.
"No. I can't make it today. Sorry. Yes Lieutenant. I understand.. Suurrreee I'll put in the extra work. Don't you have OTHER'S who can do it? No? Sigh…. Why do I gotta be special?" I knew I was pouting.
I was vaguely aware of Duo staring at me as I continued, "Ok ok! I KNOW we have a deadline. Yes I know. Why do you always bring that up? You know I don't like remembering that."
I paused.
"Shouldn't YOU be doing work? Sorry sir. Yeah.. I won't talk to you nasty again. Yes.. I know I have special privileges and I shouldn't abuse them. Yes sir. Yeah.. Ok. Bye." I slammed the phone down and mumbled.
I turned to see Duo's face. "My boss can't let me go for ANYTHING. Yada yada. Their new experiment is TOTALLY worth my time.. Yeah right." I was babbling. I stopped and grinned.
"What do you do? Your…" He asked coldly, inquiringly.
"Yes I KNOW! I'm only 15! I get that A LOT. Sigh… If you really want to know.. I work for the military.. The mobile suit part of it."
I felt Duo tense.
"Who do you work for?"
"Umm….Why do you ask?"
"Answer me."
Awww I couldn't lie.. Not to a cutey like him.
"Lieutenant Zech's."
I regretted the words the minute they left my mouth.
~~~~~TBC
Hehehehehe.. O.O Well. Theres the next chapter. I hope you liked it.. It's probably longer than any of the others. I'll write again soon! And remember, Review! Bye Bye!