Year of the Panther
Chapter 7: Stranger in His Own Home
By Mongoose
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Warnings: Shounen ai, 1+2 (I'll notify ya'll of any others as they appear) .A.U.! Fairy
tale, PG13, I guess. Swear words of every imaginable kind, violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boyz. I'm not making money off this. Nuf said. Any
original characters are mine; don't use 'em without my permission!
C & C please! You can reach me at demonangel600@comcast.net
Notes: I was inspired by a movie I saw a long time ago…very sad...I don't know who it's
by. It's called "Fluke"
IMPORTANT note! POVs will change a lot and will be signaled by […..] also, this is
NOT a death fic. I know it looks like it but let me get the rest typed and you will see!
Now finally…the fic!
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[Duo]
After my insane little run threw the woods I guess I finally got a hold of myself….or more accurately, the panther got a hold of me and my furry buddy's instincts led us home. I just walked in the open front door, where, I noticed, the blood had been cleaned up. I padded threw the small hallway and into my and Heero's bedroom to find Heero curled up in a fetal position, shivering. "So cold…so……..cold," Heero muttered in his sleep, tossing and turning every now and then, brow furrowed.
I felt so sorry for him, but in my still unstable state I couldn't, for the life—or death of me—figure out what was so agonizing. Not knowing what else I could do for him I simple curled up next to him on our bed, trying to keep him warm and stop his shivering.
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I awoke to an unpleasant kick to my side as I was shoved off to the foot of the bed. I, not wanting to be forced into the cruel world of wakefulness, simply curled into a tighter ball in an attempt to regain my salvation of oblivion. When I was finally shoved completely off the bed by a series of vicious kicks I gave up the good fight and opened my reluctant eyes.
I abruptly shut them again when my new color pallet of vision caused my memory to creak into motion and I remembered what had happened…and what I was.
Then Heero let out a loud moan and jumped off our bed. He kicked some sandals on, opened the back door and disappeared around the log wall of our cabin. /What on earth..? It was like he never even saw me…./
/Well, how would YOU react to waking up to a giant kitty in YOUR bed, Maxwell?/
/This IS my bed!/
As I argued with myself I felt, rather then heard, a sort of stirring in my mind as the panther put in its own two cents. The panther didn't think in words. It thought in actions and feelings and emotions and instincts. And since I apparently wasn't getting it's message "It" thought in action and I found myself moving towards the back door that Heero had just disappeared threw.
Since I decided that following Heero was probably the best choice anyway I didn't resist. I felt the Panther's approval at my agreement with it. It was odd, but the mind of the panther reminded me a lot of my old partner, Deathscythe. How I used to sort of "sense" thoughts from him too. /Partners…yeah, I think I like the sound of that….partner./ The panther rumbled a deep purr of approval at this.
I peered around the door frame to see Heero picking up a large shovel form my garden. I felt sick. He was going to burry me. I knew what he'd find when he went to the lake shore, though. Nothing. I had to admit, he had some guts to be going back to that place. If it was him that had been shot…I don't know what I'd do, but I had NO intention of following him. I still was afraid of that place. I'd died there. Even if I got my human body back, I still died there, it will just be my second life. It gave me the chills. Some sick part of me wanted to go back there and just lay on my deathbed, to bask in the sun on it and roll in the grass where my life ended on it, and I think that that darker side of me was what scared me the most.
So I went to the kitchen, where I again noted that the blood had been cleaned away…like it had never happened…. Heh, Heero was as thorough as ever. Then where was the girl? I curiously went outside again and searched around the outside of the cabin. I noticed a rise in the earth under my garden. On closer inspection I saw a small stone placed at the head on the mound of earth. A nameless grave….that was all she got… Whoever she was she deserved much better… I silently wished her peace and asked for forgiveness for her father's death. All she'd been living for was my death, and that's why she was actually able to find me. I know. I've been there. When my parents were killed I became obsessed. I did nothing but search for the soldier that has killed them. And when I found him…oh, he had suffered before I'd finally killed him. And when I was done with him I hadn't been happy. Just empty….
I was lost. Just plain lost. But Solo found me. He found me…. But when he had died, there'd been no one to kill, just the plague. But it was OZ's fault for not giving out the antidote…all they're fault….
Now OZ was gone and I lived for Heero and for me. So I could understand what she'd done and why she'd done it. I wasn't mad…just incredibly sad and tired…no one else should have to go threw that …
I wandered back into my house that I was now apparently a stranger in…/a stranger in my own home….Man, this is really gonna suck, isn't it?/
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-End of part 7
What'd ya think? Tell me at demonangel600@comcast.net Also, I typed this really fast and in a hurry so if you see any mistakes please tell me. Thanks! ^_^
Chapter 7: Stranger in His Own Home
By Mongoose
************************
Warnings: Shounen ai, 1+2 (I'll notify ya'll of any others as they appear) .A.U.! Fairy
tale, PG13, I guess. Swear words of every imaginable kind, violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boyz. I'm not making money off this. Nuf said. Any
original characters are mine; don't use 'em without my permission!
C & C please! You can reach me at demonangel600@comcast.net
Notes: I was inspired by a movie I saw a long time ago…very sad...I don't know who it's
by. It's called "Fluke"
IMPORTANT note! POVs will change a lot and will be signaled by […..] also, this is
NOT a death fic. I know it looks like it but let me get the rest typed and you will see!
Now finally…the fic!
************************
[Duo]
After my insane little run threw the woods I guess I finally got a hold of myself….or more accurately, the panther got a hold of me and my furry buddy's instincts led us home. I just walked in the open front door, where, I noticed, the blood had been cleaned up. I padded threw the small hallway and into my and Heero's bedroom to find Heero curled up in a fetal position, shivering. "So cold…so……..cold," Heero muttered in his sleep, tossing and turning every now and then, brow furrowed.
I felt so sorry for him, but in my still unstable state I couldn't, for the life—or death of me—figure out what was so agonizing. Not knowing what else I could do for him I simple curled up next to him on our bed, trying to keep him warm and stop his shivering.
*************************
I awoke to an unpleasant kick to my side as I was shoved off to the foot of the bed. I, not wanting to be forced into the cruel world of wakefulness, simply curled into a tighter ball in an attempt to regain my salvation of oblivion. When I was finally shoved completely off the bed by a series of vicious kicks I gave up the good fight and opened my reluctant eyes.
I abruptly shut them again when my new color pallet of vision caused my memory to creak into motion and I remembered what had happened…and what I was.
Then Heero let out a loud moan and jumped off our bed. He kicked some sandals on, opened the back door and disappeared around the log wall of our cabin. /What on earth..? It was like he never even saw me…./
/Well, how would YOU react to waking up to a giant kitty in YOUR bed, Maxwell?/
/This IS my bed!/
As I argued with myself I felt, rather then heard, a sort of stirring in my mind as the panther put in its own two cents. The panther didn't think in words. It thought in actions and feelings and emotions and instincts. And since I apparently wasn't getting it's message "It" thought in action and I found myself moving towards the back door that Heero had just disappeared threw.
Since I decided that following Heero was probably the best choice anyway I didn't resist. I felt the Panther's approval at my agreement with it. It was odd, but the mind of the panther reminded me a lot of my old partner, Deathscythe. How I used to sort of "sense" thoughts from him too. /Partners…yeah, I think I like the sound of that….partner./ The panther rumbled a deep purr of approval at this.
I peered around the door frame to see Heero picking up a large shovel form my garden. I felt sick. He was going to burry me. I knew what he'd find when he went to the lake shore, though. Nothing. I had to admit, he had some guts to be going back to that place. If it was him that had been shot…I don't know what I'd do, but I had NO intention of following him. I still was afraid of that place. I'd died there. Even if I got my human body back, I still died there, it will just be my second life. It gave me the chills. Some sick part of me wanted to go back there and just lay on my deathbed, to bask in the sun on it and roll in the grass where my life ended on it, and I think that that darker side of me was what scared me the most.
So I went to the kitchen, where I again noted that the blood had been cleaned away…like it had never happened…. Heh, Heero was as thorough as ever. Then where was the girl? I curiously went outside again and searched around the outside of the cabin. I noticed a rise in the earth under my garden. On closer inspection I saw a small stone placed at the head on the mound of earth. A nameless grave….that was all she got… Whoever she was she deserved much better… I silently wished her peace and asked for forgiveness for her father's death. All she'd been living for was my death, and that's why she was actually able to find me. I know. I've been there. When my parents were killed I became obsessed. I did nothing but search for the soldier that has killed them. And when I found him…oh, he had suffered before I'd finally killed him. And when I was done with him I hadn't been happy. Just empty….
I was lost. Just plain lost. But Solo found me. He found me…. But when he had died, there'd been no one to kill, just the plague. But it was OZ's fault for not giving out the antidote…all they're fault….
Now OZ was gone and I lived for Heero and for me. So I could understand what she'd done and why she'd done it. I wasn't mad…just incredibly sad and tired…no one else should have to go threw that …
I wandered back into my house that I was now apparently a stranger in…/a stranger in my own home….Man, this is really gonna suck, isn't it?/
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-End of part 7
What'd ya think? Tell me at demonangel600@comcast.net Also, I typed this really fast and in a hurry so if you see any mistakes please tell me. Thanks! ^_^