Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this,
would I?
Warning: There are boy-boy pairings and references in this fic. If you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading now. If you do, enjoy!
Time Warp, by Siren Alecto
Chapter 1 - Arrivals
Bolting upright in bed, I pant softly, trying to catch my breath. Another nightmare... and now I won't be able to get back to sleep. With a sigh I heave my quilt off me, pausing at the loud thumps I heard from downstairs. Dammit, now what?! I grab the gun hidden under the bed and quickly load a couple rounds of bullets. Then I set off to find the stupid intruders in my house.
They were in the living room, blundering around for some reason or another and I briefly rolled my eyes as I flicked the light switch to illuminate these would-be burglars.
"Drop any weapons you have and freeze with your hands in the air." Good, my voice came out strong there. The last thing I need is for them to hear how afraid I am. Watching them warily, I noticed they dropped a couple guns, and followed my orders precisely.
I forced myself not to blink as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room --let them think I can see perfectly-- I froze when my "burglars" features were recognizable. "Fucking shit... I cannot have the gundam pilots in my living room..." I'm pretty sure I looked like I'd been hit with a 2 by 4. Hell, I thought I'd been hit with a 2 by 4. It's not every day that anime characters appear in your house, after all.... And in all this time, I seem to have missed the fact that Heero was getting closer to me. Until he struck that is. The boy is like lightning on feet, and I'm sad to say, he had me in a headlock with his gun pressed to my temple in no time flat.
I could feel the anger my body radiated, having something to do with the nightmare I had just woken up from and the nightmare that was just starting down here. Or it might have something to do with the fact that someone was touching me..... "Heero Yuy, boy assassin, pilot 01 of Gundams Wing and Wing Zero. Let me go before I do something really stupid. Like try to hurt you."
I could feel how reluctant he was to let me go; in a war you kill anyone who knows you, and might give information to the enemy after all. He still kept his gun trained on me, though. Yeah, like I'm some kind of threat.
I noticed with interest that Quatre stepped forward next. Now he was someone with a level head, who could accept facts and was not emotionally retarded.
"I'm sorry that we got off to such a bad start. We're not enemies, I can feel it, so we shouldn't be fighting this way. My name is Quatre--"
"Rebaba Winner." I chorused along with him softly, pleased at his shocked expression. If any of the pilots understood how much I knew about them... they wouldn't be happy. In fact, they'd be down right furious. This makes me smile slightly as I turn my attention back to Quatre. "I know who all of you are. You can call me Deanna." I sat sown on an armrest and pinched my arm hard. I wasn't waking up. "Damn! Ok, this isn't a dream so I must be hallucinating. Although why I would hallucinate this is beyond me..... Anime characters DO NOT just pop into people's houses out of the blue..."
I close my eyes, hoping beyond hope that they might disappear. Opening them again, I find that I have no such luck. Groaning, I flopped sideways into the chair, legs hanging over one armrest, back against the other.
"Excuse me, but... Anime characters? What are those?" Quatre seemed puzzled by it, probably never coming across the expression before.
"They're like cartoons, Q-man." Duo said in response, he was probably the only one who knew what anime was in the whole group. I couldn't see anyone else being able to watch anime anyways, with their pasts. "Hey listen, lady. We're not anime characters and you're not hallucinating. So can you tell us where the hell we are?" Duo. Of course, infinitely helpful to my brain....
"IF that's true... you've got three options. A, you're in a different dimension. B, you've come back in time. Or C, both." Rubbing my temples, I locked eyes with Duo. "But in the here and now, you don't exist. You're in an anime and about 3 different manga series." Looking between all of them I prayed. "Please tell me this was an experiment with the scientists and that you know how to get back."
Quatre, of course had to blow my bubble. "Sorry, it seems we were brought right after Libra exploded... the blast seems to have created a vortex that we came through."
"So now what are you going to do?" I asked, and was met by complete silence. I could imagine the crickets chirping away in the background, type of silence. "You all are NOT staying here! My parents are coming back in a week! A week! They'd die and send me to a convent if I had 5 TEENAGE BOYS here!"
"So let us stay until your parents get back," Duo countered. I think I could get to hate the way that boy wins arguments. Besides, there was another thing really irritating me, so I just snapped. "Quatre, stop that, dammit!" I growled, and everybody looked at me like I was crazy. Except for Quatre. Thankfully, the waves of serenity that had wrapped themselves around me dissipated after I snapped at the blonde.
I needed a little fresh air, so I left the room to get a glass of water. Coming back in, I managed to catch the tail end of a conversation.
"--trying to calm her down using my space heart. I never knew they had something like that here." Quatre was apparently explaining why I suddenly kinda blew up to the rest of his little group.
"We call it empathy or sensitivity here." I informed them, shrugging slightly.
"I'm sorry, I was only trying to help..." Quatre looked like I had just kicked his puppy or something and I crumbled.
"It's alright. I just don't like it when people play with my emotions. Don't do it again, k?" There, that was my iota of feminine- niceness for the day --night--. "Alright, if I'm going to have to find a way to get you all out of here in a week, I'm gonna need a lot of help. And... you guys can't." I looked up for whoever it was that hated me. Personally, I thought that punishing these boys by trapping them in my house was rather cruel.
Heading towards my phone, I started muttering under my breath. "Next thing you know, my book characters will drop into my lap. In a past life I think I must have annoyed someone who is not so god for my health." Slightly pissed off myself, I punched in Amy's number a bit harder than I had to.
The phone rang a couple of times before being picked up. "Deanna, you better have a great explanation for getting me up at..." I heard Amy rustling something in the background. "2:30am."
"Ames, you are so not going to believe this. Um..." I trailed off, trying to straighten my thoughts before I blurted out something stupid. "I need you to research time and/or dimension travel for me." Silence was all I heard on the other end of the phone. "Hello?"
"De, you still haven't given me a reason."
Nervously I hopped onto my counter, swinging my legs back and forth like a kid. "Um... you know that anime I keep trying to get you to watch, Gundam Wing? You've read a lot of the fanfictions so you understand the basics of the characters and the plot..."
"Deanna." Amy said warningly, and I just sighed. This was hard to get out.
"Something happened and the Gundam Pilots are kind of stuck here... in my house."
"WHAT?!?!"
Grimacing, I held the phone away from my ear until she stopped screaming. "Well, are you going to help me or not?"
"Sure. But one thing," I could almost hear the evil grin that Amy was sure to have at this moment. "You know there's been that widespread debate over the internet over their sexual preferences. You could ask them, clear it up..."
I'm sure I was giving off smoke by then, in anger. "I'm not asking them that!" I hissed quietly, afraid someone would manage to overhear. With the guys in my house, that wasn't a complete impossibility.
"Why not?" The innocence that Amy can inject into her tone can sometimes be nauseating. "We don't mind when people ask us."
I sighed again -seems I've been doing that a lot lately- "First of all, they're guys so they have a macho thing about being asked. Second of all, it doesn't MATTER what their real sexual preference is, fanfiction authors will change it anyway. And third, we usually go around pretending to be lesbians! THAT'S why you don't care if you're asked."
"Right. So... where do you want me to get that info for you?" Finally, now we were back on track.
"It could be from a story, legend, internet site, TV show... I don't care, just give me something to work with." Hopping from the counter, I slid down to the floor, doing some stretches out of boredom. "If this has taught me something, it's that everything has a basis in fact. But I have a bunch of other people to call now..."
"Right. Bye!" I heard her phone click and I pressed my own "end" button. Ok... out of my other friends, who should I call? Jen! Definitely... and maybe she'd call Rebecca for me... Then I actually thought for a second. If I called Jen now, her parents would kill me.
So I picked myself up off the floor and headed towards the living room. To be welcomed by three guns in my face. This was gonna be a long week.
"Right, first rule. Guns go bye-bye if they're put in my face again. Capisce?" I was definitely back to angry right about now, and the guns lowered slowly. I can only imagine what they thought of me. 5'2, plain brown hair and the only interesting feature of mine is my green eyes. Oh, and we mustn't forget the extremely bad tempered part.
"Look. There's no threat here; no OZ, no Romafellar, no war between the Earth and the Colonies. Hell, we don't even have colonies! So think of this as a vacation, ok?" Alright, I admit it, I felt bad for them. These emotionally scarred boy soldiers got sent to my world and didn't know anyone... But I knew all about them. The best thing for everyone right now would be sleep.
"So, sleeping arrangements. There are two free rooms and I have a spare bed in my room, if three don't want to try to share a bed. I'm an insomniac though, so be warned. Well, decide amongst yourselves, I guess." And then I walked away, knowing they needed to talk, probably about the situation they found themselves in. Though a little voice in my mind was whispering the boys would also talk about me.
Rolling my eyes, I plugged in my computer, which is conveniently in my room. After it booted up, I logged on line and starting picking through sites, trying to find one which may hold some sort of answer to my problem.
Amazing how well I've taken the news of fictional characters suddenly appearing in my reality. But then again, I'm pretty much used to sudden upheavals in my life.
I was starting to get a little frustrated by the time I heard a knock on my door, searching the internet for websites always does that to me. There are always too many references and nothing at the actual sites. I was actually happy to see what someone wanted (imagine that) and I trotted over to open the door, my ponytail swinging along behind me.
I opened the door to a familiar grin and I raised an eyebrow at him. "You drew the short straw, right?"
Melodramatically, Duo threw himself on the spare bed, an arm flung over his face. "Yes! And now my life is coming to an end. Oh, woe is me."
Smiling, I chucked a pillow at him before sitting back at the computer. Duo's voice turned serious for a moment; it might have had something to do with the situation or that I couldn't see his face, but... He was letting go of the clown mask and it was slightly scary.
"I'm sorry to drag you into this mess... I mean, I know you must be taking this better than anybody else, and we could get you into trouble with your parents if they came back early or we left late... I kind of volunteered because I sort of don't like girls that way, so you'd be safe with me..." His voice trailed off embarrassingly and I could almost imagine the blush in his face when he said that.
Even though it was probably easier to talk to my back, I had to turn around to reply. Of course, imagining how cute his face would look while blushing never went into the decision. Really!
"Duo, safety from any of you never crossed my mind." Turning to face him, I caught the surprise on his face. "Well, except for when Heero held a gun to my head. But then I was more angry than anything else."
Leaning back in my swivel chair to be more comfortable, I decided to elaborate and kill a little time. "I know about your past, the other guys too. Not everything, just some things. Mostly major highlights."
I don't think I've ever seen quite the look he had on his face. A little fright, some remembered pain, and a blankness. I had experienced his kind of pain, the pain of loss. "I can't say that I'm sorry for knowing your story, because it helps me try to figure out how you'd react to things. Knowing the other's stories... that helps me too. I don't mean to hurt you, though." Slipping out of the chair, I plopped myself on the bed next to Duo, giving him space but close enough for us to touch. Taking a deep breath, I looked up, and focused on getting my next words out of my mouth. "I just want you to know that I've lost people like that too. Friends who are family and dig so deep that they're part of your soul." Swallowing hard, I looked at Duo from the corner of my eye.
"And when they leave, it creates a void." He said, looking at me like I was a long-lost twin or something. In a way, I kind of was.
"Has anyone ever told you that "it would go away in time"? That's pure stupidity talking right there. It doesn't go away, and as far as I know, it doesn't fade. I think we're supposed to gather good memories to battle the bad. That's the only thing that makes sense to me right now." For the first time in a while, I was filling the silence with meaningful conversation. Hopefully this would tire me out so I could get some sleep tonight.
"That's why you can't sleep." Poor Duo, he really didn't know what he was getting himself into. It's far more than just that.
"It's part of the reason." That was a nice reply, if I do say so myself. It tells Duo that I might tell him the rest of it eventually, but not now. And he's the kind of person who understands that.
Then I got an idea from my little demon side. "Duo, how would you like to see your popularity in this world?"
"Huh? How?" Oh dear, I really am a bad person. Oh well, next time the world should get fair warning that when it plays with me, I play right back.
"Just read this." Saying that, I brought up a file of Gundam Wing fanfics that I had saved onto my hard drive. I had a little bit of every genre, as well as a little of almost every pairing.
To give Duo some space and time at the computer to read in peace, I went downstairs to get a snack --or breakfast, whichever you prefer--. Grabbing some cereal I poured it into a bowl, loading in the milk.
"Why do you close yourself off?"
I think I must have jumped about 3 feet in the air when Quatre surprised me like that. Sneaky little thing, using his training to catch me unawares.
"My emotions or other people's emotions from affecting me?" I ask him, curious to what he wants to know about me.
"Both. Either. Any that you want to talk about."
"Mainly, I have trust issues with people concerning my emotions. They have this bad habit of trying to destroy me with them or trying to use me. And I don't let other people's emotions affect me because then they can control what I think, how I act towards them." Um-hmm. Now he's looking at me as though I have tree heads. I lie and people get upset, I tell the truth and people get upset. What's a girl to do?
"But your gift..."
"Isn't going to control me. I control it." And it's true. I like to have anything possible in my life under control; my emotions are no exception.
Siren Alecto: I'm evil to leave you hanging like this, but then again, I'm just being me...... This fic is a blatant self-insert/ friend-insert and is being written only for my own enjoyment. And yours of course. Hope you liked it, and I have no idea when the next part comes out, I'm actually going to have to do some research for that one.
Eiryn: Now won't that be a novelty for you? We can frame this eventually and show it to all your friends. "The one time she actually WORKED on a story instead of making any old thing up."
Siren Alecto: Silence! Or I'll put in an application for a new muse!
Eiryn: Oh, get off it. You'd never find one who's willing to work for you.
::sound of doorbell ringing spreads throughout the room::
Eiryn: I'll get working on the next couple of ideas. ::leaves::
Siren Alecto: ::smiles:: You do that. ::goes to the door and opens it::
Pizza Guy: $10.50 please
Siren Alecto: ::Pays and shoves the door closed:: Pizza...... all mine...... oh yeah, don't forget to respond to this. Tell me what you think! ::starts gorging herself on decadent pizza::
Warning: There are boy-boy pairings and references in this fic. If you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading now. If you do, enjoy!
Time Warp, by Siren Alecto
Chapter 1 - Arrivals
Bolting upright in bed, I pant softly, trying to catch my breath. Another nightmare... and now I won't be able to get back to sleep. With a sigh I heave my quilt off me, pausing at the loud thumps I heard from downstairs. Dammit, now what?! I grab the gun hidden under the bed and quickly load a couple rounds of bullets. Then I set off to find the stupid intruders in my house.
They were in the living room, blundering around for some reason or another and I briefly rolled my eyes as I flicked the light switch to illuminate these would-be burglars.
"Drop any weapons you have and freeze with your hands in the air." Good, my voice came out strong there. The last thing I need is for them to hear how afraid I am. Watching them warily, I noticed they dropped a couple guns, and followed my orders precisely.
I forced myself not to blink as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room --let them think I can see perfectly-- I froze when my "burglars" features were recognizable. "Fucking shit... I cannot have the gundam pilots in my living room..." I'm pretty sure I looked like I'd been hit with a 2 by 4. Hell, I thought I'd been hit with a 2 by 4. It's not every day that anime characters appear in your house, after all.... And in all this time, I seem to have missed the fact that Heero was getting closer to me. Until he struck that is. The boy is like lightning on feet, and I'm sad to say, he had me in a headlock with his gun pressed to my temple in no time flat.
I could feel the anger my body radiated, having something to do with the nightmare I had just woken up from and the nightmare that was just starting down here. Or it might have something to do with the fact that someone was touching me..... "Heero Yuy, boy assassin, pilot 01 of Gundams Wing and Wing Zero. Let me go before I do something really stupid. Like try to hurt you."
I could feel how reluctant he was to let me go; in a war you kill anyone who knows you, and might give information to the enemy after all. He still kept his gun trained on me, though. Yeah, like I'm some kind of threat.
I noticed with interest that Quatre stepped forward next. Now he was someone with a level head, who could accept facts and was not emotionally retarded.
"I'm sorry that we got off to such a bad start. We're not enemies, I can feel it, so we shouldn't be fighting this way. My name is Quatre--"
"Rebaba Winner." I chorused along with him softly, pleased at his shocked expression. If any of the pilots understood how much I knew about them... they wouldn't be happy. In fact, they'd be down right furious. This makes me smile slightly as I turn my attention back to Quatre. "I know who all of you are. You can call me Deanna." I sat sown on an armrest and pinched my arm hard. I wasn't waking up. "Damn! Ok, this isn't a dream so I must be hallucinating. Although why I would hallucinate this is beyond me..... Anime characters DO NOT just pop into people's houses out of the blue..."
I close my eyes, hoping beyond hope that they might disappear. Opening them again, I find that I have no such luck. Groaning, I flopped sideways into the chair, legs hanging over one armrest, back against the other.
"Excuse me, but... Anime characters? What are those?" Quatre seemed puzzled by it, probably never coming across the expression before.
"They're like cartoons, Q-man." Duo said in response, he was probably the only one who knew what anime was in the whole group. I couldn't see anyone else being able to watch anime anyways, with their pasts. "Hey listen, lady. We're not anime characters and you're not hallucinating. So can you tell us where the hell we are?" Duo. Of course, infinitely helpful to my brain....
"IF that's true... you've got three options. A, you're in a different dimension. B, you've come back in time. Or C, both." Rubbing my temples, I locked eyes with Duo. "But in the here and now, you don't exist. You're in an anime and about 3 different manga series." Looking between all of them I prayed. "Please tell me this was an experiment with the scientists and that you know how to get back."
Quatre, of course had to blow my bubble. "Sorry, it seems we were brought right after Libra exploded... the blast seems to have created a vortex that we came through."
"So now what are you going to do?" I asked, and was met by complete silence. I could imagine the crickets chirping away in the background, type of silence. "You all are NOT staying here! My parents are coming back in a week! A week! They'd die and send me to a convent if I had 5 TEENAGE BOYS here!"
"So let us stay until your parents get back," Duo countered. I think I could get to hate the way that boy wins arguments. Besides, there was another thing really irritating me, so I just snapped. "Quatre, stop that, dammit!" I growled, and everybody looked at me like I was crazy. Except for Quatre. Thankfully, the waves of serenity that had wrapped themselves around me dissipated after I snapped at the blonde.
I needed a little fresh air, so I left the room to get a glass of water. Coming back in, I managed to catch the tail end of a conversation.
"--trying to calm her down using my space heart. I never knew they had something like that here." Quatre was apparently explaining why I suddenly kinda blew up to the rest of his little group.
"We call it empathy or sensitivity here." I informed them, shrugging slightly.
"I'm sorry, I was only trying to help..." Quatre looked like I had just kicked his puppy or something and I crumbled.
"It's alright. I just don't like it when people play with my emotions. Don't do it again, k?" There, that was my iota of feminine- niceness for the day --night--. "Alright, if I'm going to have to find a way to get you all out of here in a week, I'm gonna need a lot of help. And... you guys can't." I looked up for whoever it was that hated me. Personally, I thought that punishing these boys by trapping them in my house was rather cruel.
Heading towards my phone, I started muttering under my breath. "Next thing you know, my book characters will drop into my lap. In a past life I think I must have annoyed someone who is not so god for my health." Slightly pissed off myself, I punched in Amy's number a bit harder than I had to.
The phone rang a couple of times before being picked up. "Deanna, you better have a great explanation for getting me up at..." I heard Amy rustling something in the background. "2:30am."
"Ames, you are so not going to believe this. Um..." I trailed off, trying to straighten my thoughts before I blurted out something stupid. "I need you to research time and/or dimension travel for me." Silence was all I heard on the other end of the phone. "Hello?"
"De, you still haven't given me a reason."
Nervously I hopped onto my counter, swinging my legs back and forth like a kid. "Um... you know that anime I keep trying to get you to watch, Gundam Wing? You've read a lot of the fanfictions so you understand the basics of the characters and the plot..."
"Deanna." Amy said warningly, and I just sighed. This was hard to get out.
"Something happened and the Gundam Pilots are kind of stuck here... in my house."
"WHAT?!?!"
Grimacing, I held the phone away from my ear until she stopped screaming. "Well, are you going to help me or not?"
"Sure. But one thing," I could almost hear the evil grin that Amy was sure to have at this moment. "You know there's been that widespread debate over the internet over their sexual preferences. You could ask them, clear it up..."
I'm sure I was giving off smoke by then, in anger. "I'm not asking them that!" I hissed quietly, afraid someone would manage to overhear. With the guys in my house, that wasn't a complete impossibility.
"Why not?" The innocence that Amy can inject into her tone can sometimes be nauseating. "We don't mind when people ask us."
I sighed again -seems I've been doing that a lot lately- "First of all, they're guys so they have a macho thing about being asked. Second of all, it doesn't MATTER what their real sexual preference is, fanfiction authors will change it anyway. And third, we usually go around pretending to be lesbians! THAT'S why you don't care if you're asked."
"Right. So... where do you want me to get that info for you?" Finally, now we were back on track.
"It could be from a story, legend, internet site, TV show... I don't care, just give me something to work with." Hopping from the counter, I slid down to the floor, doing some stretches out of boredom. "If this has taught me something, it's that everything has a basis in fact. But I have a bunch of other people to call now..."
"Right. Bye!" I heard her phone click and I pressed my own "end" button. Ok... out of my other friends, who should I call? Jen! Definitely... and maybe she'd call Rebecca for me... Then I actually thought for a second. If I called Jen now, her parents would kill me.
So I picked myself up off the floor and headed towards the living room. To be welcomed by three guns in my face. This was gonna be a long week.
"Right, first rule. Guns go bye-bye if they're put in my face again. Capisce?" I was definitely back to angry right about now, and the guns lowered slowly. I can only imagine what they thought of me. 5'2, plain brown hair and the only interesting feature of mine is my green eyes. Oh, and we mustn't forget the extremely bad tempered part.
"Look. There's no threat here; no OZ, no Romafellar, no war between the Earth and the Colonies. Hell, we don't even have colonies! So think of this as a vacation, ok?" Alright, I admit it, I felt bad for them. These emotionally scarred boy soldiers got sent to my world and didn't know anyone... But I knew all about them. The best thing for everyone right now would be sleep.
"So, sleeping arrangements. There are two free rooms and I have a spare bed in my room, if three don't want to try to share a bed. I'm an insomniac though, so be warned. Well, decide amongst yourselves, I guess." And then I walked away, knowing they needed to talk, probably about the situation they found themselves in. Though a little voice in my mind was whispering the boys would also talk about me.
Rolling my eyes, I plugged in my computer, which is conveniently in my room. After it booted up, I logged on line and starting picking through sites, trying to find one which may hold some sort of answer to my problem.
Amazing how well I've taken the news of fictional characters suddenly appearing in my reality. But then again, I'm pretty much used to sudden upheavals in my life.
I was starting to get a little frustrated by the time I heard a knock on my door, searching the internet for websites always does that to me. There are always too many references and nothing at the actual sites. I was actually happy to see what someone wanted (imagine that) and I trotted over to open the door, my ponytail swinging along behind me.
I opened the door to a familiar grin and I raised an eyebrow at him. "You drew the short straw, right?"
Melodramatically, Duo threw himself on the spare bed, an arm flung over his face. "Yes! And now my life is coming to an end. Oh, woe is me."
Smiling, I chucked a pillow at him before sitting back at the computer. Duo's voice turned serious for a moment; it might have had something to do with the situation or that I couldn't see his face, but... He was letting go of the clown mask and it was slightly scary.
"I'm sorry to drag you into this mess... I mean, I know you must be taking this better than anybody else, and we could get you into trouble with your parents if they came back early or we left late... I kind of volunteered because I sort of don't like girls that way, so you'd be safe with me..." His voice trailed off embarrassingly and I could almost imagine the blush in his face when he said that.
Even though it was probably easier to talk to my back, I had to turn around to reply. Of course, imagining how cute his face would look while blushing never went into the decision. Really!
"Duo, safety from any of you never crossed my mind." Turning to face him, I caught the surprise on his face. "Well, except for when Heero held a gun to my head. But then I was more angry than anything else."
Leaning back in my swivel chair to be more comfortable, I decided to elaborate and kill a little time. "I know about your past, the other guys too. Not everything, just some things. Mostly major highlights."
I don't think I've ever seen quite the look he had on his face. A little fright, some remembered pain, and a blankness. I had experienced his kind of pain, the pain of loss. "I can't say that I'm sorry for knowing your story, because it helps me try to figure out how you'd react to things. Knowing the other's stories... that helps me too. I don't mean to hurt you, though." Slipping out of the chair, I plopped myself on the bed next to Duo, giving him space but close enough for us to touch. Taking a deep breath, I looked up, and focused on getting my next words out of my mouth. "I just want you to know that I've lost people like that too. Friends who are family and dig so deep that they're part of your soul." Swallowing hard, I looked at Duo from the corner of my eye.
"And when they leave, it creates a void." He said, looking at me like I was a long-lost twin or something. In a way, I kind of was.
"Has anyone ever told you that "it would go away in time"? That's pure stupidity talking right there. It doesn't go away, and as far as I know, it doesn't fade. I think we're supposed to gather good memories to battle the bad. That's the only thing that makes sense to me right now." For the first time in a while, I was filling the silence with meaningful conversation. Hopefully this would tire me out so I could get some sleep tonight.
"That's why you can't sleep." Poor Duo, he really didn't know what he was getting himself into. It's far more than just that.
"It's part of the reason." That was a nice reply, if I do say so myself. It tells Duo that I might tell him the rest of it eventually, but not now. And he's the kind of person who understands that.
Then I got an idea from my little demon side. "Duo, how would you like to see your popularity in this world?"
"Huh? How?" Oh dear, I really am a bad person. Oh well, next time the world should get fair warning that when it plays with me, I play right back.
"Just read this." Saying that, I brought up a file of Gundam Wing fanfics that I had saved onto my hard drive. I had a little bit of every genre, as well as a little of almost every pairing.
To give Duo some space and time at the computer to read in peace, I went downstairs to get a snack --or breakfast, whichever you prefer--. Grabbing some cereal I poured it into a bowl, loading in the milk.
"Why do you close yourself off?"
I think I must have jumped about 3 feet in the air when Quatre surprised me like that. Sneaky little thing, using his training to catch me unawares.
"My emotions or other people's emotions from affecting me?" I ask him, curious to what he wants to know about me.
"Both. Either. Any that you want to talk about."
"Mainly, I have trust issues with people concerning my emotions. They have this bad habit of trying to destroy me with them or trying to use me. And I don't let other people's emotions affect me because then they can control what I think, how I act towards them." Um-hmm. Now he's looking at me as though I have tree heads. I lie and people get upset, I tell the truth and people get upset. What's a girl to do?
"But your gift..."
"Isn't going to control me. I control it." And it's true. I like to have anything possible in my life under control; my emotions are no exception.
Siren Alecto: I'm evil to leave you hanging like this, but then again, I'm just being me...... This fic is a blatant self-insert/ friend-insert and is being written only for my own enjoyment. And yours of course. Hope you liked it, and I have no idea when the next part comes out, I'm actually going to have to do some research for that one.
Eiryn: Now won't that be a novelty for you? We can frame this eventually and show it to all your friends. "The one time she actually WORKED on a story instead of making any old thing up."
Siren Alecto: Silence! Or I'll put in an application for a new muse!
Eiryn: Oh, get off it. You'd never find one who's willing to work for you.
::sound of doorbell ringing spreads throughout the room::
Eiryn: I'll get working on the next couple of ideas. ::leaves::
Siren Alecto: ::smiles:: You do that. ::goes to the door and opens it::
Pizza Guy: $10.50 please
Siren Alecto: ::Pays and shoves the door closed:: Pizza...... all mine...... oh yeah, don't forget to respond to this. Tell me what you think! ::starts gorging herself on decadent pizza::