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Kelp Soda... Heero shall appear after a while. At this point, he's dead, so... Duo has to go through customs before he can see Heero.
Disclaimer: Don't look at me... I don't own them. *Hides an armload of paperwork behind back*
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? ****
She says I'm not human. She says to claim to be Shinigami and live while saying so proves it.
I would also like to say here that I had believed, up to this point, that my own bedroom was the epitome of chaos.
I was wrong.
As I clung to the oar before me, I stared at what must have been the "Customs" for the afterlife. Let me tell you, I've seen enough chaos that I'm fairly certain that the guy running this must be going through... well... Hell. Pardon my pun.
"Eh... Botan?"
"Yes?"
"What the hell did the guy running this do to deserve this job?"
"Well... He's Enma-Daioh's son."
"Oh... poor kid... How old is he?"
"He's about... five hundred and twenty-five."
"......" I just called somebody who's more than five centuries older than me a kid. Oops. "Does he get any compensation for that?"
Botan laughed. "Not likely."
"Man... Poor k-er-guy..."
"Well," she said, dropping me on the floor, "My job ends at this point. Now, I'm off to keep Yuusuke out of trouble. Perhaps I'll see you around."
"Uhmmm..." Okay, what do I do now?
"Excuse me," says a big burly voice as I'm knocked back to the floor. "Do you know where I can find the restrooms?"
I looked up. I had to look up. There was a HUGE portly demon looking at me. He(?) was tall, he was broad, and all I could hope for at that moment was that he wouldn't step on me. "Uhmmm.."
"Well?"
"No."
"No?"
"That's right. No."
He leaned over me and I scooted back out of panic. "Oh," he said, "I thought you were one of the employees... Customs is over there." He pointed at a giant sign that said "Customs", with a little arrow pointing at a guy in a desk.
There was a very -let me stress the "very"- long line in front of the desk. There were all sorts of creatures standing in the line. I walked to the end of the line preparing myself to be bored.
Not that I was bored... No, in fact, quite the contrary. But this was getting a little... I don't know... old, maybe?
I sighed, resigning myself to a long wait.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Three years. Quatre has somewhat accepted that Duo is gone. Trowa works day and night to keep his boyfriend happy. /It became really apparent after Duo's death./
Yet... Recently, we have been receiving threats on Quatre's life. Trowa is on the verge of having a nervous breakdown...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I stare off in the direction Trowa went. I told him to go and rest. I don't want to have to put him in the hospital...
There is a creaking sound from the direction of the other door. "WuFei?"
A soft laugh answered me. It wasn't WuFei. I looked at the door. The laugh was familiar. I walked over too it and stared into the room beyond. It... couldn't be! "Duo?"
A soft laugh from the dark figure answered him. "Looks like I got the job anyway... Good thing I got into the habit of visiting a day in advance."
"I'm... Tomorrow?"
"Not you..."
"Who?"
No answer.
"Tell me Duo!"
"... Well... The chess thing is a little outdated, you know..." Duo didn't even look at me.
"Who?!"
"It's poker now... You do know that I always win at poker, right?"
"Who, damnit!?!"
"Since he's asleep now... I can't exactly play poker with him..." Duo shook his head. "Not that he would win."
"Trowa? Oh, my God, Trowa!!" No... Not Trowa. I don't want Trowa to die!
"On a lighter note..." Duo smiled, "Heero actually says that he misses you guys."
"Wha...?" I glanced up at him weakly.
"And you actually, have the least to worry about. We weren't destined to live long." Duo sighed, "Heero least of all actually, considering that he was so suicidal."
"What?" I was still regaining my thought processes from the shock I'd just gotten.
"WuFei will probably last longest though..."
"How's that?" I ask hoarsely.
"He's stubborn."
"Trowa..."
"Go give him a kiss... or something... You know, I've been so bored lately that I've been reduced to reading corny romance novels?"
"What?" That is... just plain weird. "I always knew you were strange..."
"They never go beyond kissing in those books though... Give him something to remember you by! A bit more than kissing! Make sure he doesn't die a virgin!"
"Duo...! He's not!"
"Oh... So you guys made good progress after I left."
"Duo!!"
"Besides, it'll give you something too... I don't care if you tell him. Just... Don't traumatize him, okay?"
**** Sorry. That was... odd. More of interest next chapter.
I was laughing my ass off though a good part of this though...
Thank yous:
Kelp Soda... Heero shall appear after a while. At this point, he's dead, so... Duo has to go through customs before he can see Heero.
Disclaimer: Don't look at me... I don't own them. *Hides an armload of paperwork behind back*
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? ****
She says I'm not human. She says to claim to be Shinigami and live while saying so proves it.
I would also like to say here that I had believed, up to this point, that my own bedroom was the epitome of chaos.
I was wrong.
As I clung to the oar before me, I stared at what must have been the "Customs" for the afterlife. Let me tell you, I've seen enough chaos that I'm fairly certain that the guy running this must be going through... well... Hell. Pardon my pun.
"Eh... Botan?"
"Yes?"
"What the hell did the guy running this do to deserve this job?"
"Well... He's Enma-Daioh's son."
"Oh... poor kid... How old is he?"
"He's about... five hundred and twenty-five."
"......" I just called somebody who's more than five centuries older than me a kid. Oops. "Does he get any compensation for that?"
Botan laughed. "Not likely."
"Man... Poor k-er-guy..."
"Well," she said, dropping me on the floor, "My job ends at this point. Now, I'm off to keep Yuusuke out of trouble. Perhaps I'll see you around."
"Uhmmm..." Okay, what do I do now?
"Excuse me," says a big burly voice as I'm knocked back to the floor. "Do you know where I can find the restrooms?"
I looked up. I had to look up. There was a HUGE portly demon looking at me. He(?) was tall, he was broad, and all I could hope for at that moment was that he wouldn't step on me. "Uhmmm.."
"Well?"
"No."
"No?"
"That's right. No."
He leaned over me and I scooted back out of panic. "Oh," he said, "I thought you were one of the employees... Customs is over there." He pointed at a giant sign that said "Customs", with a little arrow pointing at a guy in a desk.
There was a very -let me stress the "very"- long line in front of the desk. There were all sorts of creatures standing in the line. I walked to the end of the line preparing myself to be bored.
Not that I was bored... No, in fact, quite the contrary. But this was getting a little... I don't know... old, maybe?
I sighed, resigning myself to a long wait.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Three years. Quatre has somewhat accepted that Duo is gone. Trowa works day and night to keep his boyfriend happy. /It became really apparent after Duo's death./
Yet... Recently, we have been receiving threats on Quatre's life. Trowa is on the verge of having a nervous breakdown...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I stare off in the direction Trowa went. I told him to go and rest. I don't want to have to put him in the hospital...
There is a creaking sound from the direction of the other door. "WuFei?"
A soft laugh answered me. It wasn't WuFei. I looked at the door. The laugh was familiar. I walked over too it and stared into the room beyond. It... couldn't be! "Duo?"
A soft laugh from the dark figure answered him. "Looks like I got the job anyway... Good thing I got into the habit of visiting a day in advance."
"I'm... Tomorrow?"
"Not you..."
"Who?"
No answer.
"Tell me Duo!"
"... Well... The chess thing is a little outdated, you know..." Duo didn't even look at me.
"Who?!"
"It's poker now... You do know that I always win at poker, right?"
"Who, damnit!?!"
"Since he's asleep now... I can't exactly play poker with him..." Duo shook his head. "Not that he would win."
"Trowa? Oh, my God, Trowa!!" No... Not Trowa. I don't want Trowa to die!
"On a lighter note..." Duo smiled, "Heero actually says that he misses you guys."
"Wha...?" I glanced up at him weakly.
"And you actually, have the least to worry about. We weren't destined to live long." Duo sighed, "Heero least of all actually, considering that he was so suicidal."
"What?" I was still regaining my thought processes from the shock I'd just gotten.
"WuFei will probably last longest though..."
"How's that?" I ask hoarsely.
"He's stubborn."
"Trowa..."
"Go give him a kiss... or something... You know, I've been so bored lately that I've been reduced to reading corny romance novels?"
"What?" That is... just plain weird. "I always knew you were strange..."
"They never go beyond kissing in those books though... Give him something to remember you by! A bit more than kissing! Make sure he doesn't die a virgin!"
"Duo...! He's not!"
"Oh... So you guys made good progress after I left."
"Duo!!"
"Besides, it'll give you something too... I don't care if you tell him. Just... Don't traumatize him, okay?"
**** Sorry. That was... odd. More of interest next chapter.
I was laughing my ass off though a good part of this though...