Crimson flames licked at three corpses as Duo stood, their silent sentinel, watching.
The thick, toxic smoke stung the eyes and blocked windpipes, but Duo stayed to
mourn his companions who had met their ends.
The hours slipped by at a painfully slow rate, almost as if the day was hesitating in
its step to watch the funeral.
Night came at last, stars scattered like diamonds across black velvet, waiting to be
appraised.
Suddenly, Duo turned, cramped and sore muscles aching, and walked away into the
deep shadows of the surounding crystaline forest.
**********************************~~~~**********************************
It took two weeks for Trowa to make his journey from his home, the circus, to the
cremation site.
In the meanwhile, Duo slept long hours to pass the time, besides planing his revenge.
Discarded maps and plans lay on the dirt floor of his refuge, a lean to far away from
the former encampment.
For these plans even to be partially useful, Duo had to seek out the murderers.
**********************************~~~~**********************************
"OZ. Yes I'm sure Trowa..." Duo's haggard voice crackled over an old communication
system.
"Duo. Be patient. We have to retrieve our Gundam to do this!"
"Bull shit. You can do that, I'll go to OZ headquarters myself and spy a little..." Duo's
voice broke off as the ancient power system of the comm system died.
"Damn... That idiot's going to get himself killed!" Trowa muttered angrily at himself as
he retrieved the access cards for both his and Duo's Gundam.
"It's going to be one hell of a night."
**********************************~~~~**********************************
At that moment, the spirit of Heero Yui drifted down the river styx, venturing ever closer
to the first gate of death, of which there were six. Just as his form passed a small islet,
a rubicks cube flew out of the window of a small tent, and hit Heero on his head, thus
drawing him from his spell induced slumber...
A voice rang out, words of power singing the air as the currents of the river turned and
led the now quite pissed Heero to shore...
**********************************~~~~**********************************
On one of the many beach shores of Victoria, B.C., Canada, a cursing 15 year
old boy washed ashore...
**********************************~~~~**********************************
[made some changes... to the last part of this chapter... look out, cause the fourth
is coming right at you!! as soon as i find the time to do so....]
The thick, toxic smoke stung the eyes and blocked windpipes, but Duo stayed to
mourn his companions who had met their ends.
The hours slipped by at a painfully slow rate, almost as if the day was hesitating in
its step to watch the funeral.
Night came at last, stars scattered like diamonds across black velvet, waiting to be
appraised.
Suddenly, Duo turned, cramped and sore muscles aching, and walked away into the
deep shadows of the surounding crystaline forest.
**********************************~~~~**********************************
It took two weeks for Trowa to make his journey from his home, the circus, to the
cremation site.
In the meanwhile, Duo slept long hours to pass the time, besides planing his revenge.
Discarded maps and plans lay on the dirt floor of his refuge, a lean to far away from
the former encampment.
For these plans even to be partially useful, Duo had to seek out the murderers.
**********************************~~~~**********************************
"OZ. Yes I'm sure Trowa..." Duo's haggard voice crackled over an old communication
system.
"Duo. Be patient. We have to retrieve our Gundam to do this!"
"Bull shit. You can do that, I'll go to OZ headquarters myself and spy a little..." Duo's
voice broke off as the ancient power system of the comm system died.
"Damn... That idiot's going to get himself killed!" Trowa muttered angrily at himself as
he retrieved the access cards for both his and Duo's Gundam.
"It's going to be one hell of a night."
**********************************~~~~**********************************
At that moment, the spirit of Heero Yui drifted down the river styx, venturing ever closer
to the first gate of death, of which there were six. Just as his form passed a small islet,
a rubicks cube flew out of the window of a small tent, and hit Heero on his head, thus
drawing him from his spell induced slumber...
A voice rang out, words of power singing the air as the currents of the river turned and
led the now quite pissed Heero to shore...
**********************************~~~~**********************************
On one of the many beach shores of Victoria, B.C., Canada, a cursing 15 year
old boy washed ashore...
**********************************~~~~**********************************
[made some changes... to the last part of this chapter... look out, cause the fourth
is coming right at you!! as soon as i find the time to do so....]