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Relwarc... Here you go. A new chapter!
wufeilover... Don't worry about Duo. The fic is still about him... and WuFei. Not together though, at least (if it happens at all) not yet.
Mystik-chan... ^-^ Thankies!!
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC... all that kind of stuff... minor bad language... yadda yadda...
Oh! If anybody wonders, thoughts are in between these "//". This "( )" is me interrupting. A computer's voice will be between these, " ' ' ". A change of POV will be "*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*". Scene changes will be "*". Okay? ****
I really couldn't help but stare. After all, I had expected to see the skeleton... not some girl in pink with blue hair, sitting on an oar.
"What?" she asked, "Do I have something on my face?"
I shook my head. "I was expecting someone else."
"Oh... You think that I'm too pretty to be the Grim Reaper... I see..."
"Actually, I was expecting to see the skeleton."
"Oooh! So you actually saw him before... that would explain your reaction perfectly... although I was wondering why you were rescheduled..." She pulled out a book and started flipping through it.
"Would 'chess' explain it?"
"Yes it would, actually."
"Do you have a name?"
"Oh! I'm sorry. Yes, I do. It's Botan. And I will be your guide today, Duo Maxwell."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We stared back and forth amongst ourselves. None of us could think of anything to say, really. Quatre had always been quiet and shy. Trowa had always been just plain quiet. And I really had no clue what to say.
"........."
Quatre and I stare. Looks like it'll be Trowa to break the silence.
"I... think..."
I lift an eyebrow.
"........."
Quatre and I blink and glance at each other. Trowa didn't speak often, and when he did, he always completed his sentence. So we waited, expecting him to pick up where he left off at any time.
After about ten minutes, it was obvious that he wasn't going to finish his sentence. Quatre sniffed. Startled at the sudden noise, Trowa and I looked at him.
"......!" Trowa, panicking, silently begged me for help.
You wouldn't believe just how disturbing that really is.
Quatre sniffed again. He was about to start crying. Trowa stared at me. I stared back. I'm not that good at comforting people.
Oh, no... there go the tears. I sweatdrop. Trowa looked very upset. Quatre turned around and buried his face in Trowa's shirt.
I lift an eyebrow. Something just HAS to be going on between those two. Actually, it's almost funny, watching Trowa blush like that. It would be funny... if it weren't for the situation.
I almost envy Maxwell, though. The afterlife must be a lot more interesting than what's left of this life.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They say that fact is stranger than fiction. Who would have thought?
Here I am, the one-time, self-proclaimed Shinigami, riding on an oar and heading to... Never mind, I don't know where I'm heading.
I stare at the blue hair in front of me. It kept snapping back and hitting me in the face. I almost want to yell at her. Almost. And why does that snapping hair actually hurt?
"Hey!"
"Huh?" Now that I have her attention...
"If I'm dead, then how is it that your hair is hurting my face?"
She blinked. The oar stopped. I fell off. Luckily, being dead, /Or is it "ethereal"? /, I didn't fall. "You feel that?"
"Yes, it's downright annoying."
Still sitting on her little oar, she pulled out that book that she'd been going through earlier. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "You are so lucky! You get to keep your body!"
I blink. "Then why am I... Eeeeep!!!" I grab blindly at the oar as I start to fall.
"You know," said Botan, "if you don't think about it, you won't fall."
"What do you mean, 'don't think about it'? How can I help but think about it? I may be dead, but I'm still only human!"
"You are?" she sounded startled. She started poking through her little book again. "No you're not... but you don't know that. Kind of like Yuusuke. Only his wasn't on file." She shrugged.
/Not human? But I thought that... Damnit! I have to ask! / "What do you mean, 'not human'?"
"Well, it says here that you DID claim to be a Shinigami, and to pull that off... well you couldn't be entirely human."
/Insert here, "Jaw hits the floor". / Yup. I was floored. Hot damn...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We ended up attaching his memorial to Heero's. Quatre has been having a hard time this past couple of weeks since Duo died. I think that of all of us, he was the nicest.
**** Is WuFei angsting over Duo? And just what was Trowa trying to say? Next chapter will have ACTION. Kind of.
Maz- What do you mean, "kind of"?
*shrug* I don't know... I don't remember...
Thank you:
Relwarc... Here you go. A new chapter!
wufeilover... Don't worry about Duo. The fic is still about him... and WuFei. Not together though, at least (if it happens at all) not yet.
Mystik-chan... ^-^ Thankies!!
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC... all that kind of stuff... minor bad language... yadda yadda...
Oh! If anybody wonders, thoughts are in between these "//". This "( )" is me interrupting. A computer's voice will be between these, " ' ' ". A change of POV will be "*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*". Scene changes will be "*". Okay? ****
I really couldn't help but stare. After all, I had expected to see the skeleton... not some girl in pink with blue hair, sitting on an oar.
"What?" she asked, "Do I have something on my face?"
I shook my head. "I was expecting someone else."
"Oh... You think that I'm too pretty to be the Grim Reaper... I see..."
"Actually, I was expecting to see the skeleton."
"Oooh! So you actually saw him before... that would explain your reaction perfectly... although I was wondering why you were rescheduled..." She pulled out a book and started flipping through it.
"Would 'chess' explain it?"
"Yes it would, actually."
"Do you have a name?"
"Oh! I'm sorry. Yes, I do. It's Botan. And I will be your guide today, Duo Maxwell."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We stared back and forth amongst ourselves. None of us could think of anything to say, really. Quatre had always been quiet and shy. Trowa had always been just plain quiet. And I really had no clue what to say.
"........."
Quatre and I stare. Looks like it'll be Trowa to break the silence.
"I... think..."
I lift an eyebrow.
"........."
Quatre and I blink and glance at each other. Trowa didn't speak often, and when he did, he always completed his sentence. So we waited, expecting him to pick up where he left off at any time.
After about ten minutes, it was obvious that he wasn't going to finish his sentence. Quatre sniffed. Startled at the sudden noise, Trowa and I looked at him.
"......!" Trowa, panicking, silently begged me for help.
You wouldn't believe just how disturbing that really is.
Quatre sniffed again. He was about to start crying. Trowa stared at me. I stared back. I'm not that good at comforting people.
Oh, no... there go the tears. I sweatdrop. Trowa looked very upset. Quatre turned around and buried his face in Trowa's shirt.
I lift an eyebrow. Something just HAS to be going on between those two. Actually, it's almost funny, watching Trowa blush like that. It would be funny... if it weren't for the situation.
I almost envy Maxwell, though. The afterlife must be a lot more interesting than what's left of this life.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They say that fact is stranger than fiction. Who would have thought?
Here I am, the one-time, self-proclaimed Shinigami, riding on an oar and heading to... Never mind, I don't know where I'm heading.
I stare at the blue hair in front of me. It kept snapping back and hitting me in the face. I almost want to yell at her. Almost. And why does that snapping hair actually hurt?
"Hey!"
"Huh?" Now that I have her attention...
"If I'm dead, then how is it that your hair is hurting my face?"
She blinked. The oar stopped. I fell off. Luckily, being dead, /Or is it "ethereal"? /, I didn't fall. "You feel that?"
"Yes, it's downright annoying."
Still sitting on her little oar, she pulled out that book that she'd been going through earlier. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "You are so lucky! You get to keep your body!"
I blink. "Then why am I... Eeeeep!!!" I grab blindly at the oar as I start to fall.
"You know," said Botan, "if you don't think about it, you won't fall."
"What do you mean, 'don't think about it'? How can I help but think about it? I may be dead, but I'm still only human!"
"You are?" she sounded startled. She started poking through her little book again. "No you're not... but you don't know that. Kind of like Yuusuke. Only his wasn't on file." She shrugged.
/Not human? But I thought that... Damnit! I have to ask! / "What do you mean, 'not human'?"
"Well, it says here that you DID claim to be a Shinigami, and to pull that off... well you couldn't be entirely human."
/Insert here, "Jaw hits the floor". / Yup. I was floored. Hot damn...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We ended up attaching his memorial to Heero's. Quatre has been having a hard time this past couple of weeks since Duo died. I think that of all of us, he was the nicest.
**** Is WuFei angsting over Duo? And just what was Trowa trying to say? Next chapter will have ACTION. Kind of.
Maz- What do you mean, "kind of"?
*shrug* I don't know... I don't remember...