LALALALA! I saw Lord of the Rings: The Two TOwers it was sooooo good, you have no idea. I think I'lll have to see it again to fully understand the depth and the reason that they put all that weird random stuff in it . . . Like Aragorn 'dying' The humor they put in it was fun though!
Still catching up on sleep, but I wrote several pages but I may not post its all at once and since it's almost break I can write a lot more! I was talking to someone about my story and I thought I'd share it with you:
Riku (my friend): "There was a lot of spelling errors" (you should see her fanfic)
Me: Shut up!
Riku: More like you shut up
Me: Don't be so condescending
Riku: More like you want me to be condescending
Me: once again SHUT UP!!
Riku: More like you shut up
Me (catching on): More like you want to shut up
Riku: More like you want me to shut up
Me: More like you know you want me to think I want you to shut up.
Riku: o.O
Me: (smirk)
Riku: Shut up!
Me: More like you want me to shut up.
Riku: that's a shame. (turns and walks off)
Anyway, these converstations tend to last awhile, that was the abridged version. YOu'd never guess we were 15 and 16. Well . . . COTTON CANDY!
Disclaimer: ::singing::
I don't own my gundam wing
The sorrow tends to make me sing~
lalalalala LALALALALA lalalala
(come on you all know you wish you could not do that ^^*) SORRY I"M ON A LACK OF SLEEP HIGH!
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"ahem . . . "
Wufei kept up his steady pace, and before long he reached a park, full of lovers and neighborhood gossips. He sat himself down near a tree and leaned back. The cool air was refreshing and seemed to rinse his body of any pent up emotions he had been carrying. Children were playing on the swing sets and running around in various versions (1) of various games. Wufei sighed, letting his mind drift, but staying alert for any sign of danger. He must've been there for an hour but the afternoon sun began beating down on him and he became uncomfortable. He stood and stretched, when a creaky old voice caught his ear.
" . . . you hear about the crazy boy staggering about? The one with the braid?" Wufei moved in closer, trying to see who it was and classify them as a threat or not. It was two balding old men, both had canes. Wufei listened intently.
"No, was he dangerous?" The second old man sad.
"He was never found, by the time someone filed a complaint he had disappeared." The first old man spent a great deal of time telling how drunk and haggard he had looked. When the second old man asked where he was last seen Wufei nearly fainted. It was the same are as where he had heard the snoring. He turned quickly and left the park, trying not to attract too much attention. As soon as he was away from prying eyes, he began to run. The possibility that it wasn't Duo never occurred to him. His brain latched onto the hope and nothing except a mental crowbar could change his mind. He sprinted onto the road where Duo, supposedly had been seen. He ran to as near as he could remember hearing the breathing and slowed. He strained his ears and faintly, he could hear the slight snores he had earlier encountered. He slowly looked behind the tree. There was Duo, never before had he been so happy to see someone. He reached down gently and tapped his shoulder.
"Maxwell? You awake there?" Duo didn't stir, so Wufei tried it louder this time. No response, "MAXWELL!" No response. Wufei picked him, listening to his breathing. What had sounded like snoring from afar, was really slow labored breathing. Distressed, Wufei took Duo and cradled him in his arms. He took off running as fast as he could home.
~Safehouse~
Quatre awoke slowly, he was feeling much better. Life seemed bearable now, for a moment he wondered why, then he realized that there was lack of sorrow from someone. His first thought was for Heero, but realized that it was Wufei who was feeling better. He had probably reached a meditative state.
Quatre settled back into the couch and abruptly realized whose arms he was snuggling in to. Trowa's face was carefree and innocent, and since Quatre hadn't put himself in that position, he thought appropriate to return there. He wrapped himself in his unknown beloved's arms and rested once more.
He awoke this time to a loud commotion at the door.
"Open up!" The voice was harsh and desperate, but he knew it was Wufei. Trowa was at the door immediately, opening it up. Quatre came more slowly, and watched as Trowa backed up in shock. Wufei was holding Duo's body in his arms. Quatre turned, unable to bear the sight. Why did he have to do that. They were distressed enough already.
"Quick, he needs help. I think he's sick." Wufei's desperate tones brought him back to the present.
"You mean he's alive?" Quatre exclaimed. His heart was pounding, could it be? Was this a dream? He had barely began mourning and now Duo was back. He would have to talk to Duo about toying with people's emotions. He turned to Wufei and saw him desperately talking to Duo, asking him to wake up. Quatre realized this and began checking Duo's stats. His pulse was weak, and his skin was hot, way too hot. If they didn't cool him off his body would shut down. Grabbing Duo, he ran towards the bathroom. He turned on the water, cold, and laid Duo in it. He left him there for several minutes while Trowa and Wufei watched. While Duo was soaking, Quatre began to struggle with Duo's clothes and managed to remove them.
He gasped. Duo's body was covered in bandages, he appeared to be a half made-up mummy. Quatre couldn't be sure but the fever didn't appear to be from any of them. He saw some of the fevered red escape from his cheeks and his temp returned to 'safe.' Quatre pulled him out and Trowa provided a towel. Gingerly he took Duo to the nearest bed while giving orders to wake Heero. Wufei left to do so, but returned later saying he wouldn't. Trowa sighed and left to get a cold compress and some water for Duo. He didn't show it, but he was overwhelmed that Duo had returned. He helped Quatre give Duo a drink and watched the braided boy in wonder, glad he was alive.
~later~
Duo awoke, this time comfortably. He sat up, remembering the urge to return home. Looking around, though, he saw he was in a bed, surrounded by three of his friends who were currently sleeping. They all had dark circles under their eyes and Quatre had tear stains. Duo didn't like what that meant. He stood quietly, intending to find out himself what happened to Heero. He stumbled into the hallway, and staggered his way to the door to Heero's room. It was cracked open so he peered blearily in . . .
~Heero~
The dream had begun so well, he was spending time with Duo, listening to him laugh at his own jokes, but a bright light, like that of an explosion, had filled the air. He screamed Duo's name but Duo just kept laughing, unaware of the situation. The dream fuzzed out and he found himself on his bed shaking. He turned at a creek from his door, there once again was his beloved. 'When will this dream end?' It dug a deeper pain in his heart every time he saw Duo standing there, so trustingly. He had betrayed that by killing him. Duo reached blindly for him, calling his name softly. His face was pale and drawn, his eyes brighter than normal. Heero couldn't help it. He reached towards him, arms outstretched. He began to apologize, grasping Duo's hands, while on his knees. Duo blinked and swayed at his apology. Heero stood.
"Duo, I didn't deserve your trust . . ." he whispered and turned to leave his memories.
TBC
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I have more written, I just thought I'd space it out . . .
1.) Versions .. . I had to put that in their cause I have a friend who can't stand 'versions' of any sort. She gave me a speech on it
2.) is there a 2? I thought there was I couldn't find it . . .
Still catching up on sleep, but I wrote several pages but I may not post its all at once and since it's almost break I can write a lot more! I was talking to someone about my story and I thought I'd share it with you:
Riku (my friend): "There was a lot of spelling errors" (you should see her fanfic)
Me: Shut up!
Riku: More like you shut up
Me: Don't be so condescending
Riku: More like you want me to be condescending
Me: once again SHUT UP!!
Riku: More like you shut up
Me (catching on): More like you want to shut up
Riku: More like you want me to shut up
Me: More like you know you want me to think I want you to shut up.
Riku: o.O
Me: (smirk)
Riku: Shut up!
Me: More like you want me to shut up.
Riku: that's a shame. (turns and walks off)
Anyway, these converstations tend to last awhile, that was the abridged version. YOu'd never guess we were 15 and 16. Well . . . COTTON CANDY!
Disclaimer: ::singing::
I don't own my gundam wing
The sorrow tends to make me sing~
lalalalala LALALALALA lalalala
(come on you all know you wish you could not do that ^^*) SORRY I"M ON A LACK OF SLEEP HIGH!
***************
"ahem . . . "
Wufei kept up his steady pace, and before long he reached a park, full of lovers and neighborhood gossips. He sat himself down near a tree and leaned back. The cool air was refreshing and seemed to rinse his body of any pent up emotions he had been carrying. Children were playing on the swing sets and running around in various versions (1) of various games. Wufei sighed, letting his mind drift, but staying alert for any sign of danger. He must've been there for an hour but the afternoon sun began beating down on him and he became uncomfortable. He stood and stretched, when a creaky old voice caught his ear.
" . . . you hear about the crazy boy staggering about? The one with the braid?" Wufei moved in closer, trying to see who it was and classify them as a threat or not. It was two balding old men, both had canes. Wufei listened intently.
"No, was he dangerous?" The second old man sad.
"He was never found, by the time someone filed a complaint he had disappeared." The first old man spent a great deal of time telling how drunk and haggard he had looked. When the second old man asked where he was last seen Wufei nearly fainted. It was the same are as where he had heard the snoring. He turned quickly and left the park, trying not to attract too much attention. As soon as he was away from prying eyes, he began to run. The possibility that it wasn't Duo never occurred to him. His brain latched onto the hope and nothing except a mental crowbar could change his mind. He sprinted onto the road where Duo, supposedly had been seen. He ran to as near as he could remember hearing the breathing and slowed. He strained his ears and faintly, he could hear the slight snores he had earlier encountered. He slowly looked behind the tree. There was Duo, never before had he been so happy to see someone. He reached down gently and tapped his shoulder.
"Maxwell? You awake there?" Duo didn't stir, so Wufei tried it louder this time. No response, "MAXWELL!" No response. Wufei picked him, listening to his breathing. What had sounded like snoring from afar, was really slow labored breathing. Distressed, Wufei took Duo and cradled him in his arms. He took off running as fast as he could home.
~Safehouse~
Quatre awoke slowly, he was feeling much better. Life seemed bearable now, for a moment he wondered why, then he realized that there was lack of sorrow from someone. His first thought was for Heero, but realized that it was Wufei who was feeling better. He had probably reached a meditative state.
Quatre settled back into the couch and abruptly realized whose arms he was snuggling in to. Trowa's face was carefree and innocent, and since Quatre hadn't put himself in that position, he thought appropriate to return there. He wrapped himself in his unknown beloved's arms and rested once more.
He awoke this time to a loud commotion at the door.
"Open up!" The voice was harsh and desperate, but he knew it was Wufei. Trowa was at the door immediately, opening it up. Quatre came more slowly, and watched as Trowa backed up in shock. Wufei was holding Duo's body in his arms. Quatre turned, unable to bear the sight. Why did he have to do that. They were distressed enough already.
"Quick, he needs help. I think he's sick." Wufei's desperate tones brought him back to the present.
"You mean he's alive?" Quatre exclaimed. His heart was pounding, could it be? Was this a dream? He had barely began mourning and now Duo was back. He would have to talk to Duo about toying with people's emotions. He turned to Wufei and saw him desperately talking to Duo, asking him to wake up. Quatre realized this and began checking Duo's stats. His pulse was weak, and his skin was hot, way too hot. If they didn't cool him off his body would shut down. Grabbing Duo, he ran towards the bathroom. He turned on the water, cold, and laid Duo in it. He left him there for several minutes while Trowa and Wufei watched. While Duo was soaking, Quatre began to struggle with Duo's clothes and managed to remove them.
He gasped. Duo's body was covered in bandages, he appeared to be a half made-up mummy. Quatre couldn't be sure but the fever didn't appear to be from any of them. He saw some of the fevered red escape from his cheeks and his temp returned to 'safe.' Quatre pulled him out and Trowa provided a towel. Gingerly he took Duo to the nearest bed while giving orders to wake Heero. Wufei left to do so, but returned later saying he wouldn't. Trowa sighed and left to get a cold compress and some water for Duo. He didn't show it, but he was overwhelmed that Duo had returned. He helped Quatre give Duo a drink and watched the braided boy in wonder, glad he was alive.
~later~
Duo awoke, this time comfortably. He sat up, remembering the urge to return home. Looking around, though, he saw he was in a bed, surrounded by three of his friends who were currently sleeping. They all had dark circles under their eyes and Quatre had tear stains. Duo didn't like what that meant. He stood quietly, intending to find out himself what happened to Heero. He stumbled into the hallway, and staggered his way to the door to Heero's room. It was cracked open so he peered blearily in . . .
~Heero~
The dream had begun so well, he was spending time with Duo, listening to him laugh at his own jokes, but a bright light, like that of an explosion, had filled the air. He screamed Duo's name but Duo just kept laughing, unaware of the situation. The dream fuzzed out and he found himself on his bed shaking. He turned at a creek from his door, there once again was his beloved. 'When will this dream end?' It dug a deeper pain in his heart every time he saw Duo standing there, so trustingly. He had betrayed that by killing him. Duo reached blindly for him, calling his name softly. His face was pale and drawn, his eyes brighter than normal. Heero couldn't help it. He reached towards him, arms outstretched. He began to apologize, grasping Duo's hands, while on his knees. Duo blinked and swayed at his apology. Heero stood.
"Duo, I didn't deserve your trust . . ." he whispered and turned to leave his memories.
TBC
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I have more written, I just thought I'd space it out . . .
1.) Versions .. . I had to put that in their cause I have a friend who can't stand 'versions' of any sort. She gave me a speech on it
2.) is there a 2? I thought there was I couldn't find it . . .