Title: Minuet in G
Author: Hakumei
Disclaimers: The Gundam boys don't belong to me, they never will. I'm a poor college kid so don't sue. You won't get much out of me save for maybe a few pennies. However, the plot does belong to me, I'm just borrowing the characters.
Notes: Thank you my reviewers! I love getting them and I didn't think this would be as good as it seemed, I'm glad you all like it!
Pairings: 4+3, 1+5, 1+? 2+?, 5+6
Warnings: Shounen ai, language, AU, OOC Heero, a Duo who's a brat to our Heero
Archived: http://www.angelfire.com/tx/canadianna/ and http://ilovebshonen.stormloader.com/gwindex.htm
Dedication: Gwynn Whitelock who wanted me to write this fic and Ides because..well just because.
Must thank Gwynn for being my new beta reader! YAY!
On to the story!!!!
Did I mention OOC Heero?
the asterixes --- * --- those things, will be used as footnotes during a poem later so you can understand some of the words etc in it.
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Part 4
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"In the long run, the sharpest weapon is a kind and gentle spirit." - Anne Frank
~3 weeks later~
Days had come and gone as Heero got used to the flow of university
life. He enjoyed his literature class, particularly favouring the poetry he
read along with the many literature pieces such as Chaucer's Canterbury Tales
and Shakespeare's plays and poems. Heero learned that he hated his music
theory class and meekly accepted he would never be any good at writing
voice-leading harmony. What bothered Heero the most though, was that Duo was in
all of his classes, which included music theory, sight singing, music history,
pop culture, composition, and English Literature. It greatly distressed him to
the point no matter where he went, he could not avoid Duo Maxwell - rather, the
disturbing intense stare he gave him as Duo's oddly coloured violet eyes
followed Heero's every moment, like a predator ready to attack its prey at any sign of
weakness. This motivated Heero to act coldly and distantly towards his bizarre
roommate.
So far during the three weeks, Heero and Duo hardly spoke unless one
of their friends knocked on the door and the other answered. Acting civil
around Duo was an impossibility. How could anyone act civil to their enemy and be
sane at the same time? Heero was miserable and it seemed that Trowa abandoned
him as he always hung around Quatre. Heero had called his cousin several times
to see if he wanted to do something and was always rejected as Trowa would say:
"Oh me and Quatre are doing something today," or "I'm busy, maybe later?" This
drove him insane because not only was Trowa busy, so was Wufei as he hung
around some senior named Milliardo whom Wufei seemed to gush over. Sure Heero
was glad his friend found someone he liked but was it selfish for Heero to ask
some time with his friends? Heero had never felt more alone in his life, not
since the death of his parents. He always had Catherine to comfort him if he
needed it but she was not here and was about four hours away and his friends
always seemed to be busy. Heero couldn't help but feel a little depressed, if not
neglected as he mentally berated himself.
It was about sixteen days after he had settled in, he went down to
check the post to see if he got any mail and was surprised to find he had a
letter. It had no return address and the handwriting was unfamiliar as he stared
at it with a frown. At first he thought the letter was addressed to the wrong
person but his name - Heero Yuy - that was clearly printed on the front
confirmed it was his. He opened the letter and was surprised to find a single piece
of paper with one sentence that was written in Latin. It read: Solamen miseris
socios habuisse doloris (1). Heero recognized it from a line he read in the
play they had just finished reading in his English Literature class. It meant
misery loves company. Heero blinked a couple of times as he wondered who
would send this to him. Maybe it was some kind of sick joke that some senior decided
to play on him, or maybe Fate truly did hate him and decided to mock his misery.
The blue-eyed boy sighed as he waited for the elevator to arrive,
mentally cursing them for being so slow. This note was just the beginning of the many
to come.
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Laughter filled the small dormitory room as Trowa and Quatre shared a
joke of some sort. As Trowa was catching his breath, something caught his
eye in the corner of Quatre's desk next to his computer. It was a picture and
it wasn't just any picture. In the picture, Quatre was smiling brightly
wearing casual clothes consisting of blue jeans and a dark red t-shirt. That was
not the thing that caught Trowa's attention though, it was Duo who casually had an
arm around Quatre, smiling and winking to the photographer. He was wearing a
purple, green, and yellow tie-dye shirt and cargo pants, his hair tied loosely in a
ponytail as it hung around his left shoulder. Quatre never seemed to notice that
Trowa had seen the picture as he looked out a window. Trowa took the chance to
inquire about the picture. "Quatre?"
Still looking out the window the blonde boy replied, "hmmm?"
"Why do you have a picture of you and Duo?" Trowa asked as he took
the picture and showed him. Quatre's head turned around with lightening speed,
his blue-green eyes wide with surprise. "How did you find that?"
"It was on your desk."
Quatre's shoulders slumped as he looked down into his lap. "You
weren't supposed to find that."
Trowa sneered feeling that he should protect Heero. "Obviously not
since it was well hidden in a corner."
"I guess I should explain then," Quatre said timidly as Trowa nodded
in acceptance.
"You have to promise not to tell Heero though. I will explain
everything but please, you cannot under any circumstances tell Heero!" Quatre
pleaded with his baby blue eyes making Trowa give in. "Okay, I promise but this had
better be a damn good explanation."
Quatre looked over at Trowa, his face scrunching as he thought over
how to explain. "Duo...is my brother."
Trowa's eyes bugged out as he stared in disbelief at his roommate.
"You're kidding right?"
Quatre shook his head, blonde hairs moving this way and that as it
shook. "No, I'm serious. Duo is actually my younger brother by a year. We're
half brothers. My mother died while giving birth to me and though my
father was saddened by her death, he remarried and not even a year after I was
born, Duo was born. Before you ask any questions about him not being called Duo
Winner, Maxwell is actually his middle name and his mother - my stepmother to
be exact, wanted him to grow up as normally as possible without him being in
any headlines of the newspaper which meant he never could use his real last name
because the paparazzi would be drawn to him like a fly to light. You most likely
know my family's business affairs are always in the news. Imagine what would
happen if Duo were in the news as well, there would be scandals left and right
about his eccentric lifestyle. Duo is a nice boy but his mannerisms and
personality would be considered as absurd, rude, and downright something the press
would love to feed off of."
Trowa nodded in approval as he continued to listen on in silence,
never once interrupting Quatre. "As an older brother I always felt the need to
protect Duo. He's an excellent musician as well as an excellent writer,
always having a gift with words. I think the press would have a field day if they
found out my father's youngest son is the lead singer for a promiscuous band."
Trowa snorted audibly, his arms folded across his chest. "Your brother has been
known for having casual flings with just about everyone and he's far
from nice. Heero came home from school frustrated because of Duo's continuous
teasing. It is a miracle Duo still lives because Heero can have a nasty temper
when he gets angry."
Quatre smiled politely. "I know, I've had to patch up the wounds
Heero gave Duo many times from their fights. I hear the tales of woe and heart
break all the time from Duo to a point I could recite them without fault."
"Why does Duo hate Heero so much?" Trowa asked bluntly as he sat
closer to Quatre.
"Duo doesn't hate Heero, in fact far from it. Maybe I should tell
you from the beginning when their 'hatred' for each other started."
"Sounds like a plan," Trowa agreed.
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Meanwhile, while Trowa was discovering some interesting information
about his cousin and Quatre's brother, Duo, Heero was suffering from problems
that he did not want, namely Duo. "Duo, give me back my laptop now before I beat
you with a hockey stick!" Heero shouted angrily.
Duo smiled sweetly as he hugged Heero's precious laptop almost
lovingly. "No," the braided boy said simply as he eyed Heero with fierce blue-violet
eyes.
"Give it back NOW!" Heero said icily as he stared defiantly at Duo
with anger blaring in his eyes.
"No," Duo said from the corner from where he sat with his knees up to
his chest as he clutched the laptop. There was a long moment of silence before
Duo smirked and said something. "You're eyes, they burn with anger! They
look beautiful when you're angry!" he said as he smiled seductively at the
snarling Heero.
Heero's anger turned to confusion, not understanding what Duo meant
as he continued to stare at the short haired boy. He was not expecting for
Duo to suddenly stand up so quickly, barely placing the laptop on Heero's
bed before he stood in front of Heero with mere centimeters between them making
Heero feel very uncomfortable.
"Hmmm...You don't look Japanese..." Duo said as he watched Heero with his
intense gaze.
Heero blinked a couple of times before mumbling, "I'm a quarter
Japanese," as he tried to back away from Duo like a frightened animal. Heero didn't
get a chance to get very far because Duo's hand grabbed his arm, refraining him
from any possibilities of escape. Heero closed his eyes and swallowed as Duo
drew closer towards him but before anything could happen, their dorm room door
opened and Wufei stormed in. "For Nataku's sake, can't you two hear when
someone is knocking on your door? Must be all that music blaring from Maxwell's
racket box," he grumbled as he motioned at the CD player that blared some
form of heavy metal music.
Heero faintly heard Duo growl before he glared daggers at Wufei
before he stormed out of the room. "What's his problem? Did he finally
realize picking on you was stupid?" Wufei questioned with mild amusement.
Heero all but sighed in relief as he shrugged. "I don't know. We
never speak to each other."
Wufei seemed to accept this, not noticing his friend's discomfort as
he shrugged his shoulder to shift the weight of his book bag that rested on his
left shoulder. "I just wanted to know if you were interested in
practicing chapter four of our sight singing together?
"Sure," was Heero's one word response as he gathered his books and
placed them in his book bag. "Sounds like a god idea. I'm not very good at
singing and using solfege (2) anyway. I could use the practice." The two boys
left together after Heero grabbed his jacket from his chair.
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"Do, mi, re, mi, so, la so -" Heero sang with his tenor voice as he
sang the notes using the solfege.
"Wrong. You're singing the mi off-key," Wufei stated as he pushed
his glasses a bit back on his nose. "This is how it's supposed to sound," Wufei
stated as he played the notes on the piano in the practice room they were using.
"See, I told you I sucked at this stuff. I have no particular desire
to ever become a singer but they don't seem to pick up on that here."
Wufei laughed a little as he smiled at his distressed friend. "It's
not that hard, you just need more practice. You're just a little unsure of
the pitch, your voice is fine and I'm sure you'll hit the right pitches in no
time."
"Is that a polite way of saying I suck, Fei-kun?" Heero question as
he closed his book on his lap.
Wufei laughed as he slapped his knee. "No you don't suck, not that I
want to know what you suck, that's none of my business," Wufei said
lecherously before continuing, ignoring the look of shock on Heero's face. "You have a
nice voice, you're just not used to singing!"
Heero nodded in agreement as he reopened his book and continued to
practice, smiling each time he sang one of the melodies properly. After
practicing for another half-hour, the two boys left towards their respective rooms,
Heero stopping along the way to check his mail. He smiled as he saw a
letter from Catherine but his smile quickly turned into a frown as he spotted
another letter from his mysterious sender. He opened it and found a poem that read:
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.*
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.**
His too familiar care *** doth make me rue **** it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppressed.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or***** float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant. (3)
Heero recognized the poem again from his English Lit class. Heero's
faced twisted into anger as he snarled and vowed to find out who was the
person behind all of these letters as he stiffly walked back to his room, never
noticing the pair of eyes that watched him from the shadows.
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TBC...?
1 - Quoted from Christopher Marlowe's 'Doctor Faustus'
2 - Solfege is a singing/musical notation technique using 'do, re, me, fa, so,
la, ti, do.' In sight singing, it is used to help train the ear for proper
pitch(sound). There's your music lesson for the day. I'll spare you the
rest of what I was going to include in this footnote.
3 - This is a poem written by Queen Elizabeth I titled 'On Monsieur's
Departure' she wrote this while breaking off marriage engagements to the
French Duke of Anjou in 1582, and was rumoured to have a possible romantic
involvement with the earl of Essex, who was later executed for treason
(remind me never to piss that woman off). I thought it went well since it's a
poem of yearning but never getting, at least the way I see it.
Poem footnotes:
* - it means chatter
** - does everything I do
*** - my own care (or sorrow) that he caused
**** - it means regret
***** - it means either
I'd like to thank: Etenral-Sleeper; I'm glad you like it, but I can't tell you if it's Duo because I'd ruin the story if I did. I'll just have to be mean and make you wait and see! *grins* Elle-FaTe2x1; I don't think our Hee-chan gets the clue what Duo's singing to him eh? I'm glad you like it ^_^ DreamWeaver; Duo isn't insecure/abuse the ones he loves...well...not entirely, he HAS a reason, as lame as it will be, but he does -_-; Tanith; I can't tell you if it's going to be 1x2 as much as I'd love to my muse would kill me due to plot revealation (is that a word?), and thanks for the correction, I think chou-chou can be used either way...I think. You think I'd have payed more attention to french grammer since I've taken it since I was a kid but um, unfortunately I'm not as good as I once was and I live next to the province of Quebec oy...sorry and thanks for the correction! Selune and Pun E'eco; Your questions will be answered in time my young grasshopper, right now patience is a virtue and you'll have to wait. Don't kill me though, killing baaaad! diane; Ooo you're a smart one! you'll see how *coughs* our little Heero's wooed *smirks* Can't tell you my plot though, now can I! I hate to leave you in suspense though *beats university with a stick* Unfortunately you may have to wait though, I've got exams in less than three weeks and too many freaking essays to boot. Lord have mercy on my pathetic soul! I'm glad you liked the pokemon interlude though, I have to add humour, it wouldn't be me if there was no humour, I HATE writing angst *chuckles* and I agree, their outfits that they wore were yummy! *wipes drool* Oops -_-; kalbunny; I'm glad you like it, and yes it was Zechs. Hee! I secretly like 6x5 pairings but shh! I'm also a diehard Merian and Wufei fan and closet case 6x5, Virginie; I'm glad you love my story, don't worry about being french, je suis capable de parler votre langue! Terribly, but I still can! Vive le Canada and it's bilingualism *waves little Canadian flag out of patriotism* hexAdecimal; I wonder who that person was who kissed Heero...hmmm...we'll have to find out now won't we! Foxfire; I'm really glad you enjoy how I write my story! I try to describe my characters (who are not really mine and belong to their respective creators) decently. I took a Writer's course in high school, it was fun *sigh* I miss high school, and yes, music theory is bad, I suck at math and can relate. Timing has got to be the thing I suck the most at next to rhytmic dictation and yep, sight singing. I can sing, but not solfege!!! Mind you, it is helpful...
*promptly goes back to reading her book that is due tomorrow....*
Any questions or comments? E-mail me at: Hakumei@otakumail.com Any flames will be laughed at and promptly trashed where it rightfully belongs. Oh REVIEW PLEASE! I love them!
I's be a proud member of the SDDI.
Author: Hakumei
Disclaimers: The Gundam boys don't belong to me, they never will. I'm a poor college kid so don't sue. You won't get much out of me save for maybe a few pennies. However, the plot does belong to me, I'm just borrowing the characters.
Notes: Thank you my reviewers! I love getting them and I didn't think this would be as good as it seemed, I'm glad you all like it!
Pairings: 4+3, 1+5, 1+? 2+?, 5+6
Warnings: Shounen ai, language, AU, OOC Heero, a Duo who's a brat to our Heero
Archived: http://www.angelfire.com/tx/canadianna/ and http://ilovebshonen.stormloader.com/gwindex.htm
Dedication: Gwynn Whitelock who wanted me to write this fic and Ides because..well just because.
Must thank Gwynn for being my new beta reader! YAY!
On to the story!!!!
Did I mention OOC Heero?
the asterixes --- * --- those things, will be used as footnotes during a poem later so you can understand some of the words etc in it.
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Part 4
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"In the long run, the sharpest weapon is a kind and gentle spirit." - Anne Frank
~3 weeks later~
Days had come and gone as Heero got used to the flow of university
life. He enjoyed his literature class, particularly favouring the poetry he
read along with the many literature pieces such as Chaucer's Canterbury Tales
and Shakespeare's plays and poems. Heero learned that he hated his music
theory class and meekly accepted he would never be any good at writing
voice-leading harmony. What bothered Heero the most though, was that Duo was in
all of his classes, which included music theory, sight singing, music history,
pop culture, composition, and English Literature. It greatly distressed him to
the point no matter where he went, he could not avoid Duo Maxwell - rather, the
disturbing intense stare he gave him as Duo's oddly coloured violet eyes
followed Heero's every moment, like a predator ready to attack its prey at any sign of
weakness. This motivated Heero to act coldly and distantly towards his bizarre
roommate.
So far during the three weeks, Heero and Duo hardly spoke unless one
of their friends knocked on the door and the other answered. Acting civil
around Duo was an impossibility. How could anyone act civil to their enemy and be
sane at the same time? Heero was miserable and it seemed that Trowa abandoned
him as he always hung around Quatre. Heero had called his cousin several times
to see if he wanted to do something and was always rejected as Trowa would say:
"Oh me and Quatre are doing something today," or "I'm busy, maybe later?" This
drove him insane because not only was Trowa busy, so was Wufei as he hung
around some senior named Milliardo whom Wufei seemed to gush over. Sure Heero
was glad his friend found someone he liked but was it selfish for Heero to ask
some time with his friends? Heero had never felt more alone in his life, not
since the death of his parents. He always had Catherine to comfort him if he
needed it but she was not here and was about four hours away and his friends
always seemed to be busy. Heero couldn't help but feel a little depressed, if not
neglected as he mentally berated himself.
It was about sixteen days after he had settled in, he went down to
check the post to see if he got any mail and was surprised to find he had a
letter. It had no return address and the handwriting was unfamiliar as he stared
at it with a frown. At first he thought the letter was addressed to the wrong
person but his name - Heero Yuy - that was clearly printed on the front
confirmed it was his. He opened the letter and was surprised to find a single piece
of paper with one sentence that was written in Latin. It read: Solamen miseris
socios habuisse doloris (1). Heero recognized it from a line he read in the
play they had just finished reading in his English Literature class. It meant
misery loves company. Heero blinked a couple of times as he wondered who
would send this to him. Maybe it was some kind of sick joke that some senior decided
to play on him, or maybe Fate truly did hate him and decided to mock his misery.
The blue-eyed boy sighed as he waited for the elevator to arrive,
mentally cursing them for being so slow. This note was just the beginning of the many
to come.
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Laughter filled the small dormitory room as Trowa and Quatre shared a
joke of some sort. As Trowa was catching his breath, something caught his
eye in the corner of Quatre's desk next to his computer. It was a picture and
it wasn't just any picture. In the picture, Quatre was smiling brightly
wearing casual clothes consisting of blue jeans and a dark red t-shirt. That was
not the thing that caught Trowa's attention though, it was Duo who casually had an
arm around Quatre, smiling and winking to the photographer. He was wearing a
purple, green, and yellow tie-dye shirt and cargo pants, his hair tied loosely in a
ponytail as it hung around his left shoulder. Quatre never seemed to notice that
Trowa had seen the picture as he looked out a window. Trowa took the chance to
inquire about the picture. "Quatre?"
Still looking out the window the blonde boy replied, "hmmm?"
"Why do you have a picture of you and Duo?" Trowa asked as he took
the picture and showed him. Quatre's head turned around with lightening speed,
his blue-green eyes wide with surprise. "How did you find that?"
"It was on your desk."
Quatre's shoulders slumped as he looked down into his lap. "You
weren't supposed to find that."
Trowa sneered feeling that he should protect Heero. "Obviously not
since it was well hidden in a corner."
"I guess I should explain then," Quatre said timidly as Trowa nodded
in acceptance.
"You have to promise not to tell Heero though. I will explain
everything but please, you cannot under any circumstances tell Heero!" Quatre
pleaded with his baby blue eyes making Trowa give in. "Okay, I promise but this had
better be a damn good explanation."
Quatre looked over at Trowa, his face scrunching as he thought over
how to explain. "Duo...is my brother."
Trowa's eyes bugged out as he stared in disbelief at his roommate.
"You're kidding right?"
Quatre shook his head, blonde hairs moving this way and that as it
shook. "No, I'm serious. Duo is actually my younger brother by a year. We're
half brothers. My mother died while giving birth to me and though my
father was saddened by her death, he remarried and not even a year after I was
born, Duo was born. Before you ask any questions about him not being called Duo
Winner, Maxwell is actually his middle name and his mother - my stepmother to
be exact, wanted him to grow up as normally as possible without him being in
any headlines of the newspaper which meant he never could use his real last name
because the paparazzi would be drawn to him like a fly to light. You most likely
know my family's business affairs are always in the news. Imagine what would
happen if Duo were in the news as well, there would be scandals left and right
about his eccentric lifestyle. Duo is a nice boy but his mannerisms and
personality would be considered as absurd, rude, and downright something the press
would love to feed off of."
Trowa nodded in approval as he continued to listen on in silence,
never once interrupting Quatre. "As an older brother I always felt the need to
protect Duo. He's an excellent musician as well as an excellent writer,
always having a gift with words. I think the press would have a field day if they
found out my father's youngest son is the lead singer for a promiscuous band."
Trowa snorted audibly, his arms folded across his chest. "Your brother has been
known for having casual flings with just about everyone and he's far
from nice. Heero came home from school frustrated because of Duo's continuous
teasing. It is a miracle Duo still lives because Heero can have a nasty temper
when he gets angry."
Quatre smiled politely. "I know, I've had to patch up the wounds
Heero gave Duo many times from their fights. I hear the tales of woe and heart
break all the time from Duo to a point I could recite them without fault."
"Why does Duo hate Heero so much?" Trowa asked bluntly as he sat
closer to Quatre.
"Duo doesn't hate Heero, in fact far from it. Maybe I should tell
you from the beginning when their 'hatred' for each other started."
"Sounds like a plan," Trowa agreed.
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Meanwhile, while Trowa was discovering some interesting information
about his cousin and Quatre's brother, Duo, Heero was suffering from problems
that he did not want, namely Duo. "Duo, give me back my laptop now before I beat
you with a hockey stick!" Heero shouted angrily.
Duo smiled sweetly as he hugged Heero's precious laptop almost
lovingly. "No," the braided boy said simply as he eyed Heero with fierce blue-violet
eyes.
"Give it back NOW!" Heero said icily as he stared defiantly at Duo
with anger blaring in his eyes.
"No," Duo said from the corner from where he sat with his knees up to
his chest as he clutched the laptop. There was a long moment of silence before
Duo smirked and said something. "You're eyes, they burn with anger! They
look beautiful when you're angry!" he said as he smiled seductively at the
snarling Heero.
Heero's anger turned to confusion, not understanding what Duo meant
as he continued to stare at the short haired boy. He was not expecting for
Duo to suddenly stand up so quickly, barely placing the laptop on Heero's
bed before he stood in front of Heero with mere centimeters between them making
Heero feel very uncomfortable.
"Hmmm...You don't look Japanese..." Duo said as he watched Heero with his
intense gaze.
Heero blinked a couple of times before mumbling, "I'm a quarter
Japanese," as he tried to back away from Duo like a frightened animal. Heero didn't
get a chance to get very far because Duo's hand grabbed his arm, refraining him
from any possibilities of escape. Heero closed his eyes and swallowed as Duo
drew closer towards him but before anything could happen, their dorm room door
opened and Wufei stormed in. "For Nataku's sake, can't you two hear when
someone is knocking on your door? Must be all that music blaring from Maxwell's
racket box," he grumbled as he motioned at the CD player that blared some
form of heavy metal music.
Heero faintly heard Duo growl before he glared daggers at Wufei
before he stormed out of the room. "What's his problem? Did he finally
realize picking on you was stupid?" Wufei questioned with mild amusement.
Heero all but sighed in relief as he shrugged. "I don't know. We
never speak to each other."
Wufei seemed to accept this, not noticing his friend's discomfort as
he shrugged his shoulder to shift the weight of his book bag that rested on his
left shoulder. "I just wanted to know if you were interested in
practicing chapter four of our sight singing together?
"Sure," was Heero's one word response as he gathered his books and
placed them in his book bag. "Sounds like a god idea. I'm not very good at
singing and using solfege (2) anyway. I could use the practice." The two boys
left together after Heero grabbed his jacket from his chair.
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"Do, mi, re, mi, so, la so -" Heero sang with his tenor voice as he
sang the notes using the solfege.
"Wrong. You're singing the mi off-key," Wufei stated as he pushed
his glasses a bit back on his nose. "This is how it's supposed to sound," Wufei
stated as he played the notes on the piano in the practice room they were using.
"See, I told you I sucked at this stuff. I have no particular desire
to ever become a singer but they don't seem to pick up on that here."
Wufei laughed a little as he smiled at his distressed friend. "It's
not that hard, you just need more practice. You're just a little unsure of
the pitch, your voice is fine and I'm sure you'll hit the right pitches in no
time."
"Is that a polite way of saying I suck, Fei-kun?" Heero question as
he closed his book on his lap.
Wufei laughed as he slapped his knee. "No you don't suck, not that I
want to know what you suck, that's none of my business," Wufei said
lecherously before continuing, ignoring the look of shock on Heero's face. "You have a
nice voice, you're just not used to singing!"
Heero nodded in agreement as he reopened his book and continued to
practice, smiling each time he sang one of the melodies properly. After
practicing for another half-hour, the two boys left towards their respective rooms,
Heero stopping along the way to check his mail. He smiled as he saw a
letter from Catherine but his smile quickly turned into a frown as he spotted
another letter from his mysterious sender. He opened it and found a poem that read:
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.*
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.**
His too familiar care *** doth make me rue **** it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppressed.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or***** float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant. (3)
Heero recognized the poem again from his English Lit class. Heero's
faced twisted into anger as he snarled and vowed to find out who was the
person behind all of these letters as he stiffly walked back to his room, never
noticing the pair of eyes that watched him from the shadows.
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TBC...?
1 - Quoted from Christopher Marlowe's 'Doctor Faustus'
2 - Solfege is a singing/musical notation technique using 'do, re, me, fa, so,
la, ti, do.' In sight singing, it is used to help train the ear for proper
pitch(sound). There's your music lesson for the day. I'll spare you the
rest of what I was going to include in this footnote.
3 - This is a poem written by Queen Elizabeth I titled 'On Monsieur's
Departure' she wrote this while breaking off marriage engagements to the
French Duke of Anjou in 1582, and was rumoured to have a possible romantic
involvement with the earl of Essex, who was later executed for treason
(remind me never to piss that woman off). I thought it went well since it's a
poem of yearning but never getting, at least the way I see it.
Poem footnotes:
* - it means chatter
** - does everything I do
*** - my own care (or sorrow) that he caused
**** - it means regret
***** - it means either
I'd like to thank: Etenral-Sleeper; I'm glad you like it, but I can't tell you if it's Duo because I'd ruin the story if I did. I'll just have to be mean and make you wait and see! *grins* Elle-FaTe2x1; I don't think our Hee-chan gets the clue what Duo's singing to him eh? I'm glad you like it ^_^ DreamWeaver; Duo isn't insecure/abuse the ones he loves...well...not entirely, he HAS a reason, as lame as it will be, but he does -_-; Tanith; I can't tell you if it's going to be 1x2 as much as I'd love to my muse would kill me due to plot revealation (is that a word?), and thanks for the correction, I think chou-chou can be used either way...I think. You think I'd have payed more attention to french grammer since I've taken it since I was a kid but um, unfortunately I'm not as good as I once was and I live next to the province of Quebec oy...sorry and thanks for the correction! Selune and Pun E'eco; Your questions will be answered in time my young grasshopper, right now patience is a virtue and you'll have to wait. Don't kill me though, killing baaaad! diane; Ooo you're a smart one! you'll see how *coughs* our little Heero's wooed *smirks* Can't tell you my plot though, now can I! I hate to leave you in suspense though *beats university with a stick* Unfortunately you may have to wait though, I've got exams in less than three weeks and too many freaking essays to boot. Lord have mercy on my pathetic soul! I'm glad you liked the pokemon interlude though, I have to add humour, it wouldn't be me if there was no humour, I HATE writing angst *chuckles* and I agree, their outfits that they wore were yummy! *wipes drool* Oops -_-; kalbunny; I'm glad you like it, and yes it was Zechs. Hee! I secretly like 6x5 pairings but shh! I'm also a diehard Merian and Wufei fan and closet case 6x5, Virginie; I'm glad you love my story, don't worry about being french, je suis capable de parler votre langue! Terribly, but I still can! Vive le Canada and it's bilingualism *waves little Canadian flag out of patriotism* hexAdecimal; I wonder who that person was who kissed Heero...hmmm...we'll have to find out now won't we! Foxfire; I'm really glad you enjoy how I write my story! I try to describe my characters (who are not really mine and belong to their respective creators) decently. I took a Writer's course in high school, it was fun *sigh* I miss high school, and yes, music theory is bad, I suck at math and can relate. Timing has got to be the thing I suck the most at next to rhytmic dictation and yep, sight singing. I can sing, but not solfege!!! Mind you, it is helpful...
*promptly goes back to reading her book that is due tomorrow....*
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