Yeah yeah. You've all wanted to here from Duo.. Well… TOO BAD! Lol j/k.
Heres the next chapter and it is Duo! :P And theres gunna be alotta more
drama and death etc late on. Keep an eye out. Here goes.
DISCLAIMER: Dum dum dummmmmmmmmmmm
~~~~~Duo P.O.V~~~~~
She had left.
I heard her final plea before she went.
She wanted me to stay.
I had heard that extra pleading nature… Tint to her voice.
As if she cared.
Why the hell would she want me around?
It's not like I cared. I had no intention of staying around.
I was entering OZ files as she left, looking up information on the gundams they were building.
There was none. Well almost.
All I got was that they had three.
One for Zech's.. One for Treize and a completed one I had no doubt would go to Sarah.
I didn't know what they were or what they were capable of.. Only that I had to destroy them.
I had to destroy whole fucking OZ.
And then the other four.
In me killing them.. Would help them realize they can't treat me like a toy.
Hrmph.
I abandoned my search on the gundams and brought up personal files. I typed in Sarah Greenwich.
He name popped up, along with information and a picture.
I read it as it was posted:
Sarah Greenwich
Date of birth: unknown
Age: 15 years, 8 months.
Current Occupation: Gundam tester.
Relations: None.
Address: Apartment house 5067 on Cherry drive.
How long employed: one and a half years.
Background report: Fits of mental illness. May come out of Gundam derived, dizzy with fits. In rare occasions, has been known for suicide. However, no current disruptions in behavior.
I stared towards her picture and snorted softly.
Slamming my fist down, the screen cut off and I stood.
I had to find my guns before I could leave.
Fuck.
I did not want to search.
But I had to.
So I started in the living room, searching under the couch, in the cabinets, under the chairs, behind the stereo… Nothing.
The kitchen next.
I searched the cupboards, refrigerator, cabinets, pantry, under and behind things.. Still no sign.
Next, the bathroom.
I looked under the sink and found again nothing. I looked in the pantry that stored the towels and literally ripped them all out. Still nothing.
I searched behind the toilet and in the tub.
Nothing.
I was getting frustrated.
Slamming my fist in the wall, I headed to the small closet in the hallway and opened it, tearing everything out of it and onto the floor.
Nothing.
UGH!
One place left…
Her bedroom.
I entered it and slipped into her closet, lashing through her clothes and into the back. I felt the bottom first, and then top, but only found clothes and more clothes.
I proceeded to search under her bed, desk, chairs, dresser. Still nothing. I looked behind them all too.
Finally I began to flip through her drawers. Underwear first.
Plain.. Black and boring. Same with the drawers containing her top undergarments.
Then her night clothes. Same.. Black or deep purple… Or perhaps a dark red.
Nothing bright and cheery. That's how I felt. Dark and dull.
I flipped through her extra clothing drawers. Nothing!
Finally, the last drawer.. I pulled it open to reveal it full of notebooks and papers. Pictures, a diary and a necklace.
Hoping to find information on OZ, I grabbed a few notebooks and papers.
The first notebook was blank.. I guess she hadn't gotten to it next.
The next one was faded and very worn out. I flipped through it, finding it to be old drawings of model Leo's and other mobile suits. There were notes jotted down beside them.
Old information was of no use to me.
The next notebook, and the last however was brand new, containing recent reviews and reports on gundam's.
It had full profiles jotted down on the five gundams from the colonies and the doctors that had made them.
Then it had jot downs on the new gundams.
The first two, for Zech's and Treize, I ignored.
For some reason, I headed straight for Sarah's and reviewed it.
There was no picture to go with it, but it listed all the weapons it currently had, colors, formation and type of system. They were as followed:
Gundam name: Sacrimyst [sack-ri-mist]
Current Weapons:
1.Whip like structure over it's right arm, extendable with protrudable blades and claw.
2. Long staff strapped upon its back, two sided with red lasers.
3. Bomb sheltered within chest area.
4. Extractable circular blade upon its left hand.
5. Two machine guns posted upon its head.
Colors: Current colors consist of an entirely deep black structure, weapons the color of silver, streaked in dark red for camouflage reasons.
Abilities: May shift into flight mode, but does not consist of the entire gundam changing into a flight model.
Pilot: Unconfirmed.
~~~~……
That answered some of my questions.
I shifted the papers and glanced through them.. nothing.
Dropping the notebooks and papers back into the drawer, I pulled out the plain, red bound diary.
I found myself opening it.
A piece of paper slipped out from the first page and I turned it around and glanced at it.
It was a picture of Sarah, around a year and a half younger, wearing an OZ pilot suit and standing next to Zech's, a huge smile plastered upon her face.
Ugh.
I was tempted to rip it apart, but found myself unable. I tucked it back away and started reading the first page.
Dear Diary,
I've thought so many time of killing myself. Of trying to escape this pain.. But now I've found that killing myself is the easy way out. So now I mask my feelings behind the cheery exterior of a 14 year old girl. After all.. That is what I am.
I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met Zech's. He saved me from all those times I tried to commit suicide.. Those first few weeks after my friends death in the fire. I've come to love him…. And I think he does back.
~~~~…..
I flipped through a few more pages, coming to a recent entry.
Dear Diary,
I've had an unexpected guest. Duo Maxwell, the pilot of DeathScythe has dropped in. I assume that he's the one whom OZ is after for killing those men in the trucks. I won't let them find him. The files said that most hear him joking around before he destroys something. If these are facts, then something's gone wrong.
Duo's extremely cold, and has tried to kill me a few times since I found him. However I don't care. I know I must fix this wrong.. And fix whatever has hurt him. I hate sorrow and the feeling of pain. The world is much better without them. I know I am.
I just want to see him smile. He looks so unhappy. How I used to be. And now matter what, I will cheer him up, even if I'm hurt in the process. I find myself unable to stop thinking about him however. He fogs my brain every day. And even though I've only known him for a little while… I think I've fallen in love.
~~~~~….
I slammed the book shut and tossed it into the dresser, kicking that shut before snorting and walking out of the room.
I still couldn't find my weapons.
I guess I'll stay and get her to give them to me sooner or later…
And then I'll get rid of her.
~~~~~TBC
Yeah.. Its long :P I think….. I hope ya liked it. I do. I might get the next chapter out tonight.. Betcha all dyin to know wazzup wid Trowa.. Well you'll see soon enough.. Buh bai! And please review!
DISCLAIMER: Dum dum dummmmmmmmmmmm
~~~~~Duo P.O.V~~~~~
She had left.
I heard her final plea before she went.
She wanted me to stay.
I had heard that extra pleading nature… Tint to her voice.
As if she cared.
Why the hell would she want me around?
It's not like I cared. I had no intention of staying around.
I was entering OZ files as she left, looking up information on the gundams they were building.
There was none. Well almost.
All I got was that they had three.
One for Zech's.. One for Treize and a completed one I had no doubt would go to Sarah.
I didn't know what they were or what they were capable of.. Only that I had to destroy them.
I had to destroy whole fucking OZ.
And then the other four.
In me killing them.. Would help them realize they can't treat me like a toy.
Hrmph.
I abandoned my search on the gundams and brought up personal files. I typed in Sarah Greenwich.
He name popped up, along with information and a picture.
I read it as it was posted:
Sarah Greenwich
Date of birth: unknown
Age: 15 years, 8 months.
Current Occupation: Gundam tester.
Relations: None.
Address: Apartment house 5067 on Cherry drive.
How long employed: one and a half years.
Background report: Fits of mental illness. May come out of Gundam derived, dizzy with fits. In rare occasions, has been known for suicide. However, no current disruptions in behavior.
I stared towards her picture and snorted softly.
Slamming my fist down, the screen cut off and I stood.
I had to find my guns before I could leave.
Fuck.
I did not want to search.
But I had to.
So I started in the living room, searching under the couch, in the cabinets, under the chairs, behind the stereo… Nothing.
The kitchen next.
I searched the cupboards, refrigerator, cabinets, pantry, under and behind things.. Still no sign.
Next, the bathroom.
I looked under the sink and found again nothing. I looked in the pantry that stored the towels and literally ripped them all out. Still nothing.
I searched behind the toilet and in the tub.
Nothing.
I was getting frustrated.
Slamming my fist in the wall, I headed to the small closet in the hallway and opened it, tearing everything out of it and onto the floor.
Nothing.
UGH!
One place left…
Her bedroom.
I entered it and slipped into her closet, lashing through her clothes and into the back. I felt the bottom first, and then top, but only found clothes and more clothes.
I proceeded to search under her bed, desk, chairs, dresser. Still nothing. I looked behind them all too.
Finally I began to flip through her drawers. Underwear first.
Plain.. Black and boring. Same with the drawers containing her top undergarments.
Then her night clothes. Same.. Black or deep purple… Or perhaps a dark red.
Nothing bright and cheery. That's how I felt. Dark and dull.
I flipped through her extra clothing drawers. Nothing!
Finally, the last drawer.. I pulled it open to reveal it full of notebooks and papers. Pictures, a diary and a necklace.
Hoping to find information on OZ, I grabbed a few notebooks and papers.
The first notebook was blank.. I guess she hadn't gotten to it next.
The next one was faded and very worn out. I flipped through it, finding it to be old drawings of model Leo's and other mobile suits. There were notes jotted down beside them.
Old information was of no use to me.
The next notebook, and the last however was brand new, containing recent reviews and reports on gundam's.
It had full profiles jotted down on the five gundams from the colonies and the doctors that had made them.
Then it had jot downs on the new gundams.
The first two, for Zech's and Treize, I ignored.
For some reason, I headed straight for Sarah's and reviewed it.
There was no picture to go with it, but it listed all the weapons it currently had, colors, formation and type of system. They were as followed:
Gundam name: Sacrimyst [sack-ri-mist]
Current Weapons:
1.Whip like structure over it's right arm, extendable with protrudable blades and claw.
2. Long staff strapped upon its back, two sided with red lasers.
3. Bomb sheltered within chest area.
4. Extractable circular blade upon its left hand.
5. Two machine guns posted upon its head.
Colors: Current colors consist of an entirely deep black structure, weapons the color of silver, streaked in dark red for camouflage reasons.
Abilities: May shift into flight mode, but does not consist of the entire gundam changing into a flight model.
Pilot: Unconfirmed.
~~~~……
That answered some of my questions.
I shifted the papers and glanced through them.. nothing.
Dropping the notebooks and papers back into the drawer, I pulled out the plain, red bound diary.
I found myself opening it.
A piece of paper slipped out from the first page and I turned it around and glanced at it.
It was a picture of Sarah, around a year and a half younger, wearing an OZ pilot suit and standing next to Zech's, a huge smile plastered upon her face.
Ugh.
I was tempted to rip it apart, but found myself unable. I tucked it back away and started reading the first page.
Dear Diary,
I've thought so many time of killing myself. Of trying to escape this pain.. But now I've found that killing myself is the easy way out. So now I mask my feelings behind the cheery exterior of a 14 year old girl. After all.. That is what I am.
I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met Zech's. He saved me from all those times I tried to commit suicide.. Those first few weeks after my friends death in the fire. I've come to love him…. And I think he does back.
~~~~…..
I flipped through a few more pages, coming to a recent entry.
Dear Diary,
I've had an unexpected guest. Duo Maxwell, the pilot of DeathScythe has dropped in. I assume that he's the one whom OZ is after for killing those men in the trucks. I won't let them find him. The files said that most hear him joking around before he destroys something. If these are facts, then something's gone wrong.
Duo's extremely cold, and has tried to kill me a few times since I found him. However I don't care. I know I must fix this wrong.. And fix whatever has hurt him. I hate sorrow and the feeling of pain. The world is much better without them. I know I am.
I just want to see him smile. He looks so unhappy. How I used to be. And now matter what, I will cheer him up, even if I'm hurt in the process. I find myself unable to stop thinking about him however. He fogs my brain every day. And even though I've only known him for a little while… I think I've fallen in love.
~~~~~….
I slammed the book shut and tossed it into the dresser, kicking that shut before snorting and walking out of the room.
I still couldn't find my weapons.
I guess I'll stay and get her to give them to me sooner or later…
And then I'll get rid of her.
~~~~~TBC
Yeah.. Its long :P I think….. I hope ya liked it. I do. I might get the next chapter out tonight.. Betcha all dyin to know wazzup wid Trowa.. Well you'll see soon enough.. Buh bai! And please review!