Hilde sighed, fully exasperated. She sat inside her house, holding her aching wrist and staring at the TV screen.
"Oh, Marsha..."
"Oh, Jon..." Hilde picked up the remote and threw it at the TV, she couldn't stand soap operas, and especially not at a time like this. Frowning, she went over to her phone and picked it up. She just barely noticed that the crimson phone looked even worse than usual, its paint had begun to peel. Hilde punched in the numbers acrimoniously, one at a time as though she were actually punishing the phone for what Duo had done. It rang several times before the groggy pilot even managed to get to the phone, Hilde guessed, because there was a long pause before any sound was made.
"Hi,"
"Duo I-" Hilde interrupted, just wanting to get her point across, but he cut her off in turn.
"I'm not in right now, but if you'd like to leave your name and phone number, I'll be happy to call you back." Hilde slammed down the phone in annoyance. Either he was ignoring her, or he had better things to do than wait around for her to call.
Glancing over to her coat-rack, Hilde found what she was looking for. It was an old jacket of Duo's, she didn't know from when, but she assumed it was from before the war. It was a deep shade of brown, and with a pang of guilt it reminded Hilde of Duo's precious locks. It had too many pockets, too many of which were empty, to be of any real use. You could lose something for months before being able to find it again in THAT jacket. She ran her finger along the main zipper, and a chill also ran up her spine. Even this jacket reminded her of Duo, of what they could have had. She hated him for that, he was too used to not having change about, and any difference in his life could be catastrophic. Hilde trudged over to the jacket and slipped it over her shoulders; it was warm. She took one last look over her shoulder before slamming the door shut behind her, just barely remembering to lock it.
It was a cool day, mid February, to be exact. It had been the fourteenth, when, a love-struck Hilde had admitted her feelings to the pilot, afraid of his own existence. The sun shone just above the clouds, shimmering over the melting snow faintly. The roads were still slushy, still full of snow that had been underfoot of almost the whole world. Some of the sidewalks had barely made it through the long winter, cracking in different places here and there. Hilde didn't mind though, it wasn't her biggest concern.
As soon as she got home the previous evening, Hilde had bandaged up her wrist, with an old sling she had from a previous injury. It wasn't the best job, but it was the best she could do. Duo always had a knack for these things, after all. 'Damn it,' she thought, 'Damn it. Why can't I stop thinking about him? It's over. I know that, he knows that..."
Hilde hiked up the collar on her jacket, and moaned. The air was biting into her cheeks and onto her nose like a driven nail. It was painful, almost unbearable, but Hilde tried to ignore it. What could she do about it, anyway?
It was ten to 1:00 p.m. when Hilde reached Duo's apartment. All the pilots had apartments now, even Trowa, who had decided to take a break from the circus acts, just for a little while. Quatre was planning to take over the family business soon, so of course his apartment wasn't in the same building, he had his own, private, luxuriant hotel.. Wufei was another story as well, he had decided to take the apartment ideal up, but had in turn refused any money from the government to start building up his life again. Of course, Duo had been the only actual pilot to take up the money offer, he wasn't greedy, but he wasn't one to turn up free money, either. And Heero, Heero was another story too. He had decided to take up the apartment offer, and also refused the money, but he was given a car as well as a honourary license. Most people weren't worried of a a gundam pilot crashing his car- it wasn't logical that they could make that mistake... But Hilde hadn't been given anything. Even Noin and Zechs had received 'prizes' from the government, for their services, but Hilde had been the only one who hadn't been handed her life on a silver platter.
Hilde took in a deep breath before knocking on the door to Duo's apartment.
"Duo?" She called softly. "Are you there?"
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First: Well, I continued!! I hope you like it thus far. Any ideas, comments, rants, flames, etc.? Email me!
becky_sweet_16@hotmail.com
Second: I'll dedicate this to Shirin & Oriane, ((Little-shinigami)), and to Jenny Tarof, Happy Birthday!! ^_^
Third: Uhh... I can't quite think of anything..... AGAIN. So I didn't get very many reviews, but I got two so I was happy with that. This is all for now, I'm afraid, I must be off to school!!! Au revoir!
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"Oh, Marsha..."
"Oh, Jon..." Hilde picked up the remote and threw it at the TV, she couldn't stand soap operas, and especially not at a time like this. Frowning, she went over to her phone and picked it up. She just barely noticed that the crimson phone looked even worse than usual, its paint had begun to peel. Hilde punched in the numbers acrimoniously, one at a time as though she were actually punishing the phone for what Duo had done. It rang several times before the groggy pilot even managed to get to the phone, Hilde guessed, because there was a long pause before any sound was made.
"Hi,"
"Duo I-" Hilde interrupted, just wanting to get her point across, but he cut her off in turn.
"I'm not in right now, but if you'd like to leave your name and phone number, I'll be happy to call you back." Hilde slammed down the phone in annoyance. Either he was ignoring her, or he had better things to do than wait around for her to call.
Glancing over to her coat-rack, Hilde found what she was looking for. It was an old jacket of Duo's, she didn't know from when, but she assumed it was from before the war. It was a deep shade of brown, and with a pang of guilt it reminded Hilde of Duo's precious locks. It had too many pockets, too many of which were empty, to be of any real use. You could lose something for months before being able to find it again in THAT jacket. She ran her finger along the main zipper, and a chill also ran up her spine. Even this jacket reminded her of Duo, of what they could have had. She hated him for that, he was too used to not having change about, and any difference in his life could be catastrophic. Hilde trudged over to the jacket and slipped it over her shoulders; it was warm. She took one last look over her shoulder before slamming the door shut behind her, just barely remembering to lock it.
It was a cool day, mid February, to be exact. It had been the fourteenth, when, a love-struck Hilde had admitted her feelings to the pilot, afraid of his own existence. The sun shone just above the clouds, shimmering over the melting snow faintly. The roads were still slushy, still full of snow that had been underfoot of almost the whole world. Some of the sidewalks had barely made it through the long winter, cracking in different places here and there. Hilde didn't mind though, it wasn't her biggest concern.
As soon as she got home the previous evening, Hilde had bandaged up her wrist, with an old sling she had from a previous injury. It wasn't the best job, but it was the best she could do. Duo always had a knack for these things, after all. 'Damn it,' she thought, 'Damn it. Why can't I stop thinking about him? It's over. I know that, he knows that..."
Hilde hiked up the collar on her jacket, and moaned. The air was biting into her cheeks and onto her nose like a driven nail. It was painful, almost unbearable, but Hilde tried to ignore it. What could she do about it, anyway?
It was ten to 1:00 p.m. when Hilde reached Duo's apartment. All the pilots had apartments now, even Trowa, who had decided to take a break from the circus acts, just for a little while. Quatre was planning to take over the family business soon, so of course his apartment wasn't in the same building, he had his own, private, luxuriant hotel.. Wufei was another story as well, he had decided to take the apartment ideal up, but had in turn refused any money from the government to start building up his life again. Of course, Duo had been the only actual pilot to take up the money offer, he wasn't greedy, but he wasn't one to turn up free money, either. And Heero, Heero was another story too. He had decided to take up the apartment offer, and also refused the money, but he was given a car as well as a honourary license. Most people weren't worried of a a gundam pilot crashing his car- it wasn't logical that they could make that mistake... But Hilde hadn't been given anything. Even Noin and Zechs had received 'prizes' from the government, for their services, but Hilde had been the only one who hadn't been handed her life on a silver platter.
Hilde took in a deep breath before knocking on the door to Duo's apartment.
"Duo?" She called softly. "Are you there?"
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First: Well, I continued!! I hope you like it thus far. Any ideas, comments, rants, flames, etc.? Email me!
becky_sweet_16@hotmail.com
Second: I'll dedicate this to Shirin & Oriane, ((Little-shinigami)), and to Jenny Tarof, Happy Birthday!! ^_^
Third: Uhh... I can't quite think of anything..... AGAIN. So I didn't get very many reviews, but I got two so I was happy with that. This is all for now, I'm afraid, I must be off to school!!! Au revoir!
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