Ghost of Duo Part 5
By Buzz-chan
Again, I apologize for the amount of time this is taking to post on the site! I really appreciate all of the reviews that I am getting and have even received an email about it! Thank you everyone! Please, keep reviewing! Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't sue me, you'll only get my three-legged dog..
Heero wasn't sure where he was running. He just ran. A flickering sign caught his eye. Heero made the turn into the parking lot. Heero shoved the creaky door open and a bell jangled to warn of his arrival. A man who looked as if he should have retired long ago, stepped into the room. "Can I help ye?" "Need...a room," Heero heaved out. The old man eyed Heero suspiciously and then grabbed a key with a blue tab attached to it. After making sure Heero signed the guest book, the man handed him the key. Heero left the office and began to walk towards the rooms. He looked at the number on the key. Great. Can this night get any worse? #114. Heero reached the door and quickly unlocked it. When he threw open the door, a wave of moldy air hit him. The room wasn't the best but Heero had stayed in worse. Heero's black backpack hit the bed with a soft thud. He unzipped it and grabbed his laptop. (AN: Yeah, I hate the thing too, but it's important to the plot of my story!) After turning it on, Heero decided to check his mail. "Hmm..One message," Heero clicked on CHECK MAIL. "Damn it Trowa, why won't you leave me alone all ready? It's been four years." Heero all ready knew what it would say. Something along the lines of "why don't you come stay with me for awhile? I know you're not over Duo's death. You can't go on living like this." All three of the other pilots had done this to Heero right after Duo's death, even Wufei. But even Quatre, the most sensitive of the pilots had given up long ago. Heero deleted the message without reading it. He unplugged the laptop and threw it back into the bag. Heero shoved the bag onto the floor and then fell over backwards onto the bed. He bounced once or twice, making the springs squeal in protest. Staring at the ceiling, Heero realized his room was right next to the flickering red sign. In order to avoid the light from the sign, Heero turned on his side. He slowly fell into a troubled sleep. His dreams were full of a confused and hurt Duo crying out "Why?"
His back was sore and his head was killing him. The mattress was too hard even for the Perfect Soldier who could sleep on rock if need be. Heero turned to look at the ticking clock. It was four in the morning but Heero knew he couldn't sleep anymore. His cheeks were wet. Its just sweat. I know it is. Heero denied the truth just like he had for years. I have to keep my promise. But will I find someone tonight? He untangled himself from the knotted sheets and stood up. Grabbing his bag and key, Heero made his way to the door. This time, he decided to walk. To take in the cool air right along with the dilapidated buildings. This had been Duo's kind of town. The kind where the buildings were falling down all around you and where the corner store had provided hours of entertainment for the neighbor hood kids. If he had been a lesser man, or maybe a better one, tears would have brimmed on his cobalt eyes. But there were no tears for this man. No. He had done the right thing. Followed orders like any self-respecting soldier would have done. A low sigh escaped into the night. The night had grown somewhat chilly since the storm had passed. Heero could almost see his breath. Almost. He supposed that he was too cold a person for such simple pleasures. ( AN: I enjoy seeing my breath! ) As he walked, Heero came upon a sign whose paint had began to peel. It was white with what Heero suspected was at one time gold lettering. It was hard to tell so late at night. Lady V Channeler Extraordinaire. It was exactly what he was searching for. But would she be up at this ungodly hour? He rapped lightly on the door. A few chips of black paint came off onto his knuckles. He brushed them away and looked back at the door. He waited a moment longer and then laid his fists heavily on the door in a repeated motion. This was much too urgent to be courteous. "Would ya wait a minute! Geeze, people have no patience these days!" A female voice carried through the door. She did not sound happy. "Where's the fire young man?" The woman opened the door still half asleep. Her long blonde hair was a mass of tangles and she wore her orange pajamas sloppily. "Um, I need to enlist Lady V's help." Heero stiffled his laugh at her appearance. "What? You wake a girl up at...." She looked at the clock, "Four o'clock in the morning and expect her to answer the door in an evening gown and make-up or somethin'?" She scratched her head and yawned. "I've come to talk to Lady V. Is that you?" "Well, just cut to the point next time. No room for small talk for you is there?" The girl smiled. "Yes, I'm Lady V. Some call me Venus goddess of the dead. Though I haven't figured that one out yet. Wasn't Venus the goddess of love or something like that?" "How exactly is it that you're Lady V? I mean you look like you're only..." "15. I know. I get that all the time. Actually, I'm twenty. I just don't act like it." "I can tell." "Hey! Don't anger Lady V or you'll just have to find yourself another Channeler!" "Sorry." "Well, what do ya need my help with?" She moved out of the doorway and made a motion for Heero to come in. "I need help contacting a.....an old friend." He stepped into the house and was surprised at the quality of decorating. "Ohhhh, a love channeling. Those have always been my favorite kind. I can feel the emotions of the spirits I channel y'know?" "Who said anything about a love channeling? I said an old friend." "Yes, but I can tell otherwise. Having psychic abilities comes with being a Channeler." "Hnm." "So, where is this love of yours at? Want some?" Lady V had poured herself something to drink and offered it to Heero. "What is it?" "Kool Aid. I love the stuff." "No thanks. Its at 1503 Westing road." "Ooooo, I've heard of that place. It's supposed to be really haunted. Strange noises have been reported coming from that house. Hey, you aren't just one of those thrill seekers who goes to different haunts to try to contact spirits are you? That's disrespectful to them and me." Lady V squinted her eyes at the man. "I thought you were psychic or something." "Yeah, you don't seem the type. So, when do you want to go?" "Now." "Well, when you want things done, you really want them done. Don't cha?" "Yes." "Man of few words. Alright, let me get dressed and grab my stuff. Then we'll head over to your haunted house." Lady V set down her cup and proceeded to climb the stairs. Heero sat down on the huge off-white couch in the living room. He scanned the trinkets sitting on various shelves of the room. She sure did collect a lot of junk. He heard the stairs creak so Heero stood back up and turned around. Lady V stood in her tight black pants and dark orange shirt. The shirt hung loosely over her shoulders. She held a black bag in her hands. The strappy heels made Lady V almost as tall as Heero. Had he been straight, Heero was sure he would find the girl very seducing. (Smile V-babe) "Lets go." She seemed her twenty years and more.
Again, I apologize for the amount of time this is taking to post on the site! I really appreciate all of the reviews that I am getting and have even received an email about it! Thank you everyone! Please, keep reviewing! Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't sue me, you'll only get my three-legged dog..
Heero wasn't sure where he was running. He just ran. A flickering sign caught his eye. Heero made the turn into the parking lot. Heero shoved the creaky door open and a bell jangled to warn of his arrival. A man who looked as if he should have retired long ago, stepped into the room. "Can I help ye?" "Need...a room," Heero heaved out. The old man eyed Heero suspiciously and then grabbed a key with a blue tab attached to it. After making sure Heero signed the guest book, the man handed him the key. Heero left the office and began to walk towards the rooms. He looked at the number on the key. Great. Can this night get any worse? #114. Heero reached the door and quickly unlocked it. When he threw open the door, a wave of moldy air hit him. The room wasn't the best but Heero had stayed in worse. Heero's black backpack hit the bed with a soft thud. He unzipped it and grabbed his laptop. (AN: Yeah, I hate the thing too, but it's important to the plot of my story!) After turning it on, Heero decided to check his mail. "Hmm..One message," Heero clicked on CHECK MAIL. "Damn it Trowa, why won't you leave me alone all ready? It's been four years." Heero all ready knew what it would say. Something along the lines of "why don't you come stay with me for awhile? I know you're not over Duo's death. You can't go on living like this." All three of the other pilots had done this to Heero right after Duo's death, even Wufei. But even Quatre, the most sensitive of the pilots had given up long ago. Heero deleted the message without reading it. He unplugged the laptop and threw it back into the bag. Heero shoved the bag onto the floor and then fell over backwards onto the bed. He bounced once or twice, making the springs squeal in protest. Staring at the ceiling, Heero realized his room was right next to the flickering red sign. In order to avoid the light from the sign, Heero turned on his side. He slowly fell into a troubled sleep. His dreams were full of a confused and hurt Duo crying out "Why?"
His back was sore and his head was killing him. The mattress was too hard even for the Perfect Soldier who could sleep on rock if need be. Heero turned to look at the ticking clock. It was four in the morning but Heero knew he couldn't sleep anymore. His cheeks were wet. Its just sweat. I know it is. Heero denied the truth just like he had for years. I have to keep my promise. But will I find someone tonight? He untangled himself from the knotted sheets and stood up. Grabbing his bag and key, Heero made his way to the door. This time, he decided to walk. To take in the cool air right along with the dilapidated buildings. This had been Duo's kind of town. The kind where the buildings were falling down all around you and where the corner store had provided hours of entertainment for the neighbor hood kids. If he had been a lesser man, or maybe a better one, tears would have brimmed on his cobalt eyes. But there were no tears for this man. No. He had done the right thing. Followed orders like any self-respecting soldier would have done. A low sigh escaped into the night. The night had grown somewhat chilly since the storm had passed. Heero could almost see his breath. Almost. He supposed that he was too cold a person for such simple pleasures. ( AN: I enjoy seeing my breath! ) As he walked, Heero came upon a sign whose paint had began to peel. It was white with what Heero suspected was at one time gold lettering. It was hard to tell so late at night. Lady V Channeler Extraordinaire. It was exactly what he was searching for. But would she be up at this ungodly hour? He rapped lightly on the door. A few chips of black paint came off onto his knuckles. He brushed them away and looked back at the door. He waited a moment longer and then laid his fists heavily on the door in a repeated motion. This was much too urgent to be courteous. "Would ya wait a minute! Geeze, people have no patience these days!" A female voice carried through the door. She did not sound happy. "Where's the fire young man?" The woman opened the door still half asleep. Her long blonde hair was a mass of tangles and she wore her orange pajamas sloppily. "Um, I need to enlist Lady V's help." Heero stiffled his laugh at her appearance. "What? You wake a girl up at...." She looked at the clock, "Four o'clock in the morning and expect her to answer the door in an evening gown and make-up or somethin'?" She scratched her head and yawned. "I've come to talk to Lady V. Is that you?" "Well, just cut to the point next time. No room for small talk for you is there?" The girl smiled. "Yes, I'm Lady V. Some call me Venus goddess of the dead. Though I haven't figured that one out yet. Wasn't Venus the goddess of love or something like that?" "How exactly is it that you're Lady V? I mean you look like you're only..." "15. I know. I get that all the time. Actually, I'm twenty. I just don't act like it." "I can tell." "Hey! Don't anger Lady V or you'll just have to find yourself another Channeler!" "Sorry." "Well, what do ya need my help with?" She moved out of the doorway and made a motion for Heero to come in. "I need help contacting a.....an old friend." He stepped into the house and was surprised at the quality of decorating. "Ohhhh, a love channeling. Those have always been my favorite kind. I can feel the emotions of the spirits I channel y'know?" "Who said anything about a love channeling? I said an old friend." "Yes, but I can tell otherwise. Having psychic abilities comes with being a Channeler." "Hnm." "So, where is this love of yours at? Want some?" Lady V had poured herself something to drink and offered it to Heero. "What is it?" "Kool Aid. I love the stuff." "No thanks. Its at 1503 Westing road." "Ooooo, I've heard of that place. It's supposed to be really haunted. Strange noises have been reported coming from that house. Hey, you aren't just one of those thrill seekers who goes to different haunts to try to contact spirits are you? That's disrespectful to them and me." Lady V squinted her eyes at the man. "I thought you were psychic or something." "Yeah, you don't seem the type. So, when do you want to go?" "Now." "Well, when you want things done, you really want them done. Don't cha?" "Yes." "Man of few words. Alright, let me get dressed and grab my stuff. Then we'll head over to your haunted house." Lady V set down her cup and proceeded to climb the stairs. Heero sat down on the huge off-white couch in the living room. He scanned the trinkets sitting on various shelves of the room. She sure did collect a lot of junk. He heard the stairs creak so Heero stood back up and turned around. Lady V stood in her tight black pants and dark orange shirt. The shirt hung loosely over her shoulders. She held a black bag in her hands. The strappy heels made Lady V almost as tall as Heero. Had he been straight, Heero was sure he would find the girl very seducing. (Smile V-babe) "Lets go." She seemed her twenty years and more.