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[ note: if you feel i am vague in some parts, its intentional! lol sometimes Heero is just as clueless into what is occurring as you are. still have that desire to know all? i implore you to read the other characters blogs! heh heh ]
10/05/AC 197 [ revelation ]
why must you tempt me, and provoke the misery. senses expanding, still in a limbo between waking consciousness and sleep. transcendence completed. the relentless flare of pain in right cheek, encroaching. i was fully awake, my eyes remained lidded. my senses refining, prompting my cognizance to the mattress bowing at the foot of the bed. my legs at a dull slope. his aura, his idiosyncrasy. i was able to distinguish him sitting on my bed, without even opening my eyes. parting slowly, focus adjusting, he had his back to me, sitting stiffly. his braid adorning the center of his lean back. i twisted my body, and sidled out between the sheets. not regarding to what his reaction was, i assumed an upright position then proceeded to walk in a coy saunter past him. never regarding him. i heard him rise. his wavering voice halted my tangent of footfalls.
"aren't you going to say something?" he pleaded. i rotated my body, standing in the doorway, my elbow leaning against the frame, my knuckles resting my on brow. diverting my full attention to duo for the first time. enabling him to see my swollen abrasion situated on my right cheek. his eyebrows slanted, eyes saturated in concern. "...heero?"
i smirked, inducing more agitation on my wound. "good morning." i ruefully cited. and moved onward to the kitchen. he followed. in a preoccupied manner i fashioned myself a bowl of stale cereal, he stood by the counter. i sat at the novel kitchen table, he looked on in silence. i raised the spoon, halfway to my mouth. and spoke, "i would offer you some, but i only have one bowl." he nodded readily, and laughed. eloquently he lifted himself on to the counter top, and grabbed hold of the cereal box. he rammed his hand into the box, causing the box to curve out of its formal shape. i stared at him intently. he brought his hand and its content to his mouth, filtering the cereal in. his crunching, loud and jarring. i finished before he did. i stood, the seat sliding back, behind my legs. i placed the bowl, and spoon within the sink. and walked past duo, undaunted. in silence. i wandered into the bathroom, shut the door, removed my clothes, stepped over towels strewn on the linoleum, towels that i never used, posing in the ceramic tub.
as the water flowed over my body, stinging my cheek. i heard the sudden uproar of a melody, originating from the living room. my stereo. the cd i was listening to earlier. i stepped out, a thin lining of water coaxing my body. collecting into droplets. with all the clean towels on the floor, it lead only to one feasible conclusion. i bent over, selecting one randomly. as i pulled it off the ground, and hung it around my waist, it revealed more incriminating evidence. discarded gauze, bloodied, and strewn and stretched. i snatched it up, in my right hand. after dressing, hair still moistened, the used dressing secured in palm. i entered the living room. he was on the computer, browsing over the research paper. going undetected, i was able to stand behind him. i placed my right hand over his, letting it linger. "you should ask before you use things." i counseled. he fell into a quiet repugnance, i pulled back and sat upon the couch.
"you finished the paper already?" he asked, already knowing the answered, an aversion.
"yes, I finished my paper," i answered and rephrased the inferred ownership. and i thinly asked what we were going to do for a vision aid. he laughed.
"we're walking visual aids, heero. ... and behind curtain number one ..." he began to slap his legs intimating a drum. i raised an eyebrow. "the pilot of wing zero, the one, the only ... heero yui!" i grimaced, and became solemn. the words rolled off my mouth, disparate and fading.
"the murderer of thousands ..." his response, he began to clap, and whistle in celebration. i folded my arms over my chest, the room grew silent.
"you burden yourself so ." he muttered, sadly. i directed my eyes at him, he smiled kindly. he walked across the living room floor, and sat next to me. submitting inquires about his missed school work. i withdrew my geometry text book, and set it open on the coffee table. he buried me in questions as i attempted to explain the various lessons. he kept inching closer to the book, sitting directly before my lap, upon the coffee table. his smell was intoxicating. maybe i would be jumping to conclusions, but i swear he understood it clearly, and all the questions were obsolete. but why ... perhaps? at the time, i thought it was innocent. now, no. intriguing ... it was like he was coming up with reasons for physical contact. he leaned over my lap when it was unnecessary, wove his arm through mine to point at the book, his hand brushing my thigh, and even resting upon my leg. his muffled snickers ... i could not compute an appropriate reaction, so i did my best to be oblivious to it.
daylight soon faded. night was drawing near. shadows of the evening crawled across the room. duo looked restless, as if he was going to excuse himself at any moment. i did not want to be alone tonight. i rose from the couch, without warning. he looked up from his position on the floor, ceasing the gnawing on the end of his pencil. there was a pause, his attention stationed upon me. i went to assemble my wallet from the bedroom, evaluating the amount of money it retained. i reemerged into the living room, the pencil still dangling from his mouth, lightly pulling on the skin it was attached to. "i'm hungry, let's go out." the pencil fell, the lead point making impact with the hard wood floor. toppling over on its side, rolling to a halt. he gaped at me blankly. i moved to the door, i heard a shuffle of objects. he was following me. i purposely left the door open, and promptly embarked the descent down the stairs. reaching the sidewalk before him, a seconds lapsed before he joined me.
i stood next to the flow of traffic, awaiting. in-between scanning the stream of vehicles, i glanced back at duo. his arms were crossed, if i did not know better, i would think he was making an effort not to look at me, staring aimlessly at objects for scanty periods of time. a yellow hued vehicle approached, i raised my arm, extending my index and middle finger, slightly curved. the car veered off to the lane's shoulder, its wheels rolling to a stop before us. my fingers, all together, slid under the door's handle, i lifted up. guiding the door open to its full capacity. he approached the taxi sheepishly, and before hunching over to enter, we exchanged gazes. i walked around the door, and positioned myself, closing the door softly. the cab driver eyed us through the rear view mirror. i asked him to take us to a restaurant, somewhere nice.
"money matter any?" the accent was thick. i shook my head in a reply. the automobile was in motion. all of duo's attention was directed out the window. the lights streaming passed. his hands delicately clasped in his lap. it was so awkward. i did not want it to be this way. i angled my head towards his form, and groped my mind for something, anything to say. my lips parted, but i suddenly i deemed what i was about to pronounce unworthy. but it was too late, i faltered. some incoherent sound repelled from my lips. it caught his attention, he turned, and looked at me. i scrunched up my facial features. and shook my head. a small smile tainted his lips. the passing time, lacking in promptness. the taxi finally slowed, and pulled to the sidewalk. i handed the ethnic man the fee and a tip. climbing out, standing before a lit marquee, extravagant in every way. duo stood behind me. i approached the entrance.
"uhh... heero?" i did not turn, but raised my hand and in a small gesture, beckoning him to follow. he caught up to me by the time i reached the door. in the orifice of the establishment, i proceeded to wait in line with the intent to make arrangements with the host. duo's presence drew near, closer than it ought to be. "we shouldn't be here." he dissented. referring to our inadequate attire. i smirked, then uttered.
"money and will can get you anything. pay no heed to their scrutiny." he nodded lacking real emotions. it was our turn, we approached, the desk.
"two." i stated, implying my lack of perpension for his jurisdiction. he was offended. i then placed an irrational disclosed amount of money upon his desk. he grinned and spoke.
"right this way." duo followed me, in a clingy manner. i suppose he felt like an oddity in that room. we both were. the host accompanied us to our table, we sat down, with menus set before us. duo was befuddled. he looked up at me in dismay, i offered a reassuring smile. the waitor was about to leave, but i gestured him to say, and ordered. for both, duo and myself.
i do not think fitting in, anywhere, is something duo is adept to. again he began to fidget, was he bored or nervous. and when he spoke, his voice boomed through the institution. i did not mean to be so outward with my deprecation, he seemed to be trying to edify his behavior. the dinner was brought, soon enough. you could actually hear him digest it. we were being ostracized at an unbelievable rate. i sinuously gilded my foot under the table, impacting with his shin. discreetly attempting to influence his actions. he flinched, and his eyes widened. "don't touch me there!" he cried out. muffled gasps from all sides. i froze, in addition, became flustered. he grinned knowingly.
he exited before me, and after paying the bill. i rejoined him on the sidewalk. we began to walk in sync. an extensive amount of space between the two of us. no words exchanged. a frigid gust rose up, toying with duo's hair. choking all the warmth from my skin. i shivered. "you cold?" he interrogated. i stared straight ahead. i could feel my body begin to convulse again, i stiffly inserted my hands into my pockets, in hopes it would obstruct my body's protest to the inclemency. i heard the friction of material, he tossed his jacket at me. i intercepted it with one hand. i looked at him, the disturbance in my equilibrium lucid. he accelerated his pace, stopping behind a large glass window belonging to an art boutique.
as i slowly closed the gap between us, it was obvious he was acutely enamored with a painting. he became aware of of my presence as i wove my arms through his jacket's sleeves. he removed his eyes from the piece of artwork, then imposed his attention on me. silence. finally broken by his laughter. we resumed our walk, the forbearance from all commutation. the unbroken continuity of the intonation of traffic, streaming past us. i narrowed my eyes, and without formally addressing him, i vocalized that question that had been plaguing me the entire day. "why did you return today?" he response was a laugh, and he made his reply into a joke. i expected more, i wanted more, he denied me once more. i think my dejection physically manifested. and in attempts to repair me, he whispered.
"maybe I just missed you." trailing off, quickening his pace. my chest quivered, enclosed in his jacket. i added to my speed to catch up with him. my apartment complex was near. i did not know what to expect, once we arrived. abruptly he burst into a sprint, bolting through the entrance, and up the stairs. my pace remained unaltered. my stomach churned. i grew apprehensive. so anxious. i tried my best to conceal it. i crested the stairs. he was waiting by the door. i actually locked it this time. i snaked my hand into my pant pocket. i retrieved the key, and secured it within my fingertips. i grew oblivious in what duo was up to. i leaned in to fit the key into the door, with the intentions of passing duo. just as i inserted the key, i felt the caress of warm breath. and the sensation of tender flesh greet my lips, partially. but as i continued my intended motion his lips smeared on to my cheek. the door went ajar, and opened with a moan. i was at a loss. i slowly erected my stature. angling my head, leering at him. i could feel the blood pumping through my skin, and its incessant transferring drone, echo in my head. i lifted my eyebrows. he stumbled back, and blurted, " i should be going." never making eye contact. he ran down the stairs, at a dangerous speed. duo, wait. those words never came.
commence [ 9:11 p.m. ]
[ note: if you feel i am vague in some parts, its intentional! lol sometimes Heero is just as clueless into what is occurring as you are. still have that desire to know all? i implore you to read the other characters blogs! heh heh ]
10/05/AC 197 [ revelation ]
why must you tempt me, and provoke the misery. senses expanding, still in a limbo between waking consciousness and sleep. transcendence completed. the relentless flare of pain in right cheek, encroaching. i was fully awake, my eyes remained lidded. my senses refining, prompting my cognizance to the mattress bowing at the foot of the bed. my legs at a dull slope. his aura, his idiosyncrasy. i was able to distinguish him sitting on my bed, without even opening my eyes. parting slowly, focus adjusting, he had his back to me, sitting stiffly. his braid adorning the center of his lean back. i twisted my body, and sidled out between the sheets. not regarding to what his reaction was, i assumed an upright position then proceeded to walk in a coy saunter past him. never regarding him. i heard him rise. his wavering voice halted my tangent of footfalls.
"aren't you going to say something?" he pleaded. i rotated my body, standing in the doorway, my elbow leaning against the frame, my knuckles resting my on brow. diverting my full attention to duo for the first time. enabling him to see my swollen abrasion situated on my right cheek. his eyebrows slanted, eyes saturated in concern. "...heero?"
i smirked, inducing more agitation on my wound. "good morning." i ruefully cited. and moved onward to the kitchen. he followed. in a preoccupied manner i fashioned myself a bowl of stale cereal, he stood by the counter. i sat at the novel kitchen table, he looked on in silence. i raised the spoon, halfway to my mouth. and spoke, "i would offer you some, but i only have one bowl." he nodded readily, and laughed. eloquently he lifted himself on to the counter top, and grabbed hold of the cereal box. he rammed his hand into the box, causing the box to curve out of its formal shape. i stared at him intently. he brought his hand and its content to his mouth, filtering the cereal in. his crunching, loud and jarring. i finished before he did. i stood, the seat sliding back, behind my legs. i placed the bowl, and spoon within the sink. and walked past duo, undaunted. in silence. i wandered into the bathroom, shut the door, removed my clothes, stepped over towels strewn on the linoleum, towels that i never used, posing in the ceramic tub.
as the water flowed over my body, stinging my cheek. i heard the sudden uproar of a melody, originating from the living room. my stereo. the cd i was listening to earlier. i stepped out, a thin lining of water coaxing my body. collecting into droplets. with all the clean towels on the floor, it lead only to one feasible conclusion. i bent over, selecting one randomly. as i pulled it off the ground, and hung it around my waist, it revealed more incriminating evidence. discarded gauze, bloodied, and strewn and stretched. i snatched it up, in my right hand. after dressing, hair still moistened, the used dressing secured in palm. i entered the living room. he was on the computer, browsing over the research paper. going undetected, i was able to stand behind him. i placed my right hand over his, letting it linger. "you should ask before you use things." i counseled. he fell into a quiet repugnance, i pulled back and sat upon the couch.
"you finished the paper already?" he asked, already knowing the answered, an aversion.
"yes, I finished my paper," i answered and rephrased the inferred ownership. and i thinly asked what we were going to do for a vision aid. he laughed.
"we're walking visual aids, heero. ... and behind curtain number one ..." he began to slap his legs intimating a drum. i raised an eyebrow. "the pilot of wing zero, the one, the only ... heero yui!" i grimaced, and became solemn. the words rolled off my mouth, disparate and fading.
"the murderer of thousands ..." his response, he began to clap, and whistle in celebration. i folded my arms over my chest, the room grew silent.
"you burden yourself so ." he muttered, sadly. i directed my eyes at him, he smiled kindly. he walked across the living room floor, and sat next to me. submitting inquires about his missed school work. i withdrew my geometry text book, and set it open on the coffee table. he buried me in questions as i attempted to explain the various lessons. he kept inching closer to the book, sitting directly before my lap, upon the coffee table. his smell was intoxicating. maybe i would be jumping to conclusions, but i swear he understood it clearly, and all the questions were obsolete. but why ... perhaps? at the time, i thought it was innocent. now, no. intriguing ... it was like he was coming up with reasons for physical contact. he leaned over my lap when it was unnecessary, wove his arm through mine to point at the book, his hand brushing my thigh, and even resting upon my leg. his muffled snickers ... i could not compute an appropriate reaction, so i did my best to be oblivious to it.
daylight soon faded. night was drawing near. shadows of the evening crawled across the room. duo looked restless, as if he was going to excuse himself at any moment. i did not want to be alone tonight. i rose from the couch, without warning. he looked up from his position on the floor, ceasing the gnawing on the end of his pencil. there was a pause, his attention stationed upon me. i went to assemble my wallet from the bedroom, evaluating the amount of money it retained. i reemerged into the living room, the pencil still dangling from his mouth, lightly pulling on the skin it was attached to. "i'm hungry, let's go out." the pencil fell, the lead point making impact with the hard wood floor. toppling over on its side, rolling to a halt. he gaped at me blankly. i moved to the door, i heard a shuffle of objects. he was following me. i purposely left the door open, and promptly embarked the descent down the stairs. reaching the sidewalk before him, a seconds lapsed before he joined me.
i stood next to the flow of traffic, awaiting. in-between scanning the stream of vehicles, i glanced back at duo. his arms were crossed, if i did not know better, i would think he was making an effort not to look at me, staring aimlessly at objects for scanty periods of time. a yellow hued vehicle approached, i raised my arm, extending my index and middle finger, slightly curved. the car veered off to the lane's shoulder, its wheels rolling to a stop before us. my fingers, all together, slid under the door's handle, i lifted up. guiding the door open to its full capacity. he approached the taxi sheepishly, and before hunching over to enter, we exchanged gazes. i walked around the door, and positioned myself, closing the door softly. the cab driver eyed us through the rear view mirror. i asked him to take us to a restaurant, somewhere nice.
"money matter any?" the accent was thick. i shook my head in a reply. the automobile was in motion. all of duo's attention was directed out the window. the lights streaming passed. his hands delicately clasped in his lap. it was so awkward. i did not want it to be this way. i angled my head towards his form, and groped my mind for something, anything to say. my lips parted, but i suddenly i deemed what i was about to pronounce unworthy. but it was too late, i faltered. some incoherent sound repelled from my lips. it caught his attention, he turned, and looked at me. i scrunched up my facial features. and shook my head. a small smile tainted his lips. the passing time, lacking in promptness. the taxi finally slowed, and pulled to the sidewalk. i handed the ethnic man the fee and a tip. climbing out, standing before a lit marquee, extravagant in every way. duo stood behind me. i approached the entrance.
"uhh... heero?" i did not turn, but raised my hand and in a small gesture, beckoning him to follow. he caught up to me by the time i reached the door. in the orifice of the establishment, i proceeded to wait in line with the intent to make arrangements with the host. duo's presence drew near, closer than it ought to be. "we shouldn't be here." he dissented. referring to our inadequate attire. i smirked, then uttered.
"money and will can get you anything. pay no heed to their scrutiny." he nodded lacking real emotions. it was our turn, we approached, the desk.
"two." i stated, implying my lack of perpension for his jurisdiction. he was offended. i then placed an irrational disclosed amount of money upon his desk. he grinned and spoke.
"right this way." duo followed me, in a clingy manner. i suppose he felt like an oddity in that room. we both were. the host accompanied us to our table, we sat down, with menus set before us. duo was befuddled. he looked up at me in dismay, i offered a reassuring smile. the waitor was about to leave, but i gestured him to say, and ordered. for both, duo and myself.
i do not think fitting in, anywhere, is something duo is adept to. again he began to fidget, was he bored or nervous. and when he spoke, his voice boomed through the institution. i did not mean to be so outward with my deprecation, he seemed to be trying to edify his behavior. the dinner was brought, soon enough. you could actually hear him digest it. we were being ostracized at an unbelievable rate. i sinuously gilded my foot under the table, impacting with his shin. discreetly attempting to influence his actions. he flinched, and his eyes widened. "don't touch me there!" he cried out. muffled gasps from all sides. i froze, in addition, became flustered. he grinned knowingly.
he exited before me, and after paying the bill. i rejoined him on the sidewalk. we began to walk in sync. an extensive amount of space between the two of us. no words exchanged. a frigid gust rose up, toying with duo's hair. choking all the warmth from my skin. i shivered. "you cold?" he interrogated. i stared straight ahead. i could feel my body begin to convulse again, i stiffly inserted my hands into my pockets, in hopes it would obstruct my body's protest to the inclemency. i heard the friction of material, he tossed his jacket at me. i intercepted it with one hand. i looked at him, the disturbance in my equilibrium lucid. he accelerated his pace, stopping behind a large glass window belonging to an art boutique.
as i slowly closed the gap between us, it was obvious he was acutely enamored with a painting. he became aware of of my presence as i wove my arms through his jacket's sleeves. he removed his eyes from the piece of artwork, then imposed his attention on me. silence. finally broken by his laughter. we resumed our walk, the forbearance from all commutation. the unbroken continuity of the intonation of traffic, streaming past us. i narrowed my eyes, and without formally addressing him, i vocalized that question that had been plaguing me the entire day. "why did you return today?" he response was a laugh, and he made his reply into a joke. i expected more, i wanted more, he denied me once more. i think my dejection physically manifested. and in attempts to repair me, he whispered.
"maybe I just missed you." trailing off, quickening his pace. my chest quivered, enclosed in his jacket. i added to my speed to catch up with him. my apartment complex was near. i did not know what to expect, once we arrived. abruptly he burst into a sprint, bolting through the entrance, and up the stairs. my pace remained unaltered. my stomach churned. i grew apprehensive. so anxious. i tried my best to conceal it. i crested the stairs. he was waiting by the door. i actually locked it this time. i snaked my hand into my pant pocket. i retrieved the key, and secured it within my fingertips. i grew oblivious in what duo was up to. i leaned in to fit the key into the door, with the intentions of passing duo. just as i inserted the key, i felt the caress of warm breath. and the sensation of tender flesh greet my lips, partially. but as i continued my intended motion his lips smeared on to my cheek. the door went ajar, and opened with a moan. i was at a loss. i slowly erected my stature. angling my head, leering at him. i could feel the blood pumping through my skin, and its incessant transferring drone, echo in my head. i lifted my eyebrows. he stumbled back, and blurted, " i should be going." never making eye contact. he ran down the stairs, at a dangerous speed. duo, wait. those words never came.
commence [ 9:11 p.m. ]