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A/N: Well, herez the Paige x Yan chappie . . . I hope you enjoy!
Starz.
Chapter 5.
Paige strolled casually through the dark grounds. It was late. Super late, but with no Duo breathing down her neck like she were about to break, she could escape the confines of being an only child to a single father. More so, a single father who grew up fighting in the war, seeing pain and suffering daily. It was hard, for both of them.
Paige walked to the edge of a large lake, crouching by the waters edge whilst running her fingers through the cool water. She smiled slightly at the crystal-like natural substance flickered a perfect reflection of the velvet littered with glitter that hovered above her. She tilted her head up to take the night sky in, in all its fake and modern glory! She hated the colonies . . . she wanted the earth. She wanted to breath natural air and see a real sky! A real sun! A real moon,
"It's better on earth."
Paige spun around and grinned,
"Hey Yan! Whatcha doin' up so late?"
"I don't usually go to bed until late, what's your excuse, aren't you a little young?"
"No! I'm 15, and besides . . . I never get to stay out late!" She replied.
The pair settled by the edge of the water and before long, Paige realised that she seemed to be opening up to the Chinese boy,
"What's it like on L2?" He asked, hugging his knees to his chest,
"Boring."
"Do you go to school?"
"Yeah. I went to a Catholic elementary school . . . but there were no Catholic High schools there, so I just go to a standard school."
"You're a Catholic?" Yan asked, surprised,
"Yup!"
Yan blushed as she reached into her shirt, only to produce a glittering silver crucifix. She brought it to her lips and kissed it softly,
"May I ask why?" He asked,
"Strange question . . ." Paige blinked, "My father's one. I was brought up like that! This is the cross that he wore when he was my age. He gave it to me because I lost faith . . ." She silenced herself, still clutching the slender object tight within her fingers,
"Why did you lose your faith?" He asked, scooting slightly closer.
Paige sighed,
"I was sick." She said simply, "A couple of years ago. Real sick." She added with a small shrug of her shoulders, "I couldn't eat, I was only sick. I couldn't drink, the same would happen. I kept losing weight, but not putting it back on. A first I gained weight, no food means your body holds onto the fat, but after time it started to go. I was never fat, but I was so thin, I could barely stand." She pulled a picture out of her pocket, "I carry this with me to remind myself just how the lord helped me." She said, passing it to Yan.
Yan looked at the image of Paige, being held up by Duo and another woman. She grinned happily, even though it was fake,
"Is that your mum?" He asked, pointing at the lady that squeezed Paige's hand in the picture,
"No, that's Hilde. She's like my dad's best friend! She looks after my dog when we go away and takes care of me when Dad can't. We used to share a house with her, but she got married."
"Oh . . ."
"My mum died when I was a baby."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
The pair fell silent again; Paige tucked the picture back into her pocket, letting her hands fall to the cold paving stones,
"So you believe then? That someone watches out for us?"
"No."
"What? But I thought . . ."
"I believe that my father loves me. That's what this represents. Someone will always love me. I know it's wrong to call myself a Catholic and wear this symbol, but that's what it means to me."
"That's all that matters."
Yan smirked, edging a little bit closer sub consciously,
"So, what lessons do you take at school?"
"English Literature and language. Italian. Russian. I already speak fluent Japanese, my dad taught me. Maths. History. Art and Computer science."
"English language? But, you already speak English . . ."
"It's the study of how to write . . . tenses and structure and so on. English Lit is my favourite."
Yan smiled and turned to face her. Paige did the same, blinking softly, not really knowing what to say.
Suddenly, Yan leant forwards, capturing her lips with his, his eyes closed mostly, ebony lashes tickling the pale cheeks of the American child. As he pulled back, he check for a reaction, blushing madly,
"Sorry." He murmured and stood, disappearing off back towards the house. Paige sat, blinking for several seconds before smirking happily,
"He likes me!" She grinned and jumped up, "I wonder if dad's back yet!" She thought aloud and ran off back towards the house.
Meanwhile, in Heero's room. Duo stretched in his lovers arms, leaning his head against the chest of the slightly taller man. He sighed happily, letting his eyes slide shut once again,
"What will your daughter say?" Heero asked, gently running his fingers through chestnut locks,
"Not much. I've already spoken to her about it."
"Are you sure? She won't mind, I mean, she's used to so much attention from you."
Heero smiled down upon the mass of chestnut bellow his chin that shifted, snuggling up into his chest,
"Heh, Heero, she's probably dying to get away from me!" Duo protested, a small pout forming on his lips, "I'm too over protective, huh?"
"Not at all, given your background, I think that you've handled parenthood pretty well!"
Duo sighed happily as Heero gently brushed his lips against his own, trickling his fingers slowly down the side of the American's face.
Back downstairs, Paige had once again gotten herself lost. Deciding that it was too late to wake anyone with her pathetic little ramblings, she curled up on a small sofa in front of the fire, staring at the floor. She closed her eyes and began to drift in and out of sleep in the warm, elaborate room.
(Thai: *Coughs* I'm putting in a little dream, sequence, except I couldn't think of an original way to write this in . . . soooo . . ., yeah, just read . . . lol)
Dusk settled slowly upon the busy streets of L2, the painted moon shining a fake glow that overcast the fake orange burn of the imitation setting sun.
Paige ran quickly down the street, her long legs carrying her as fast as they possibly could. She hopped over the pathetic excuse for a front gate and into the front door, only to be met by her huge black Labrador that she adored so much. The huge mound of black fur jumped up against her frame, knocking her backwards, giggling as she rubbed the excited animal's ears. Paige called out for her father, but when no answer came, she threw the door back open and ran out, slamming it shut behind Buddy.
The pair ran down into the bulk of the commercial area. They walked slower now, among the crowds of people desperate to get home. At the front of the junk yard was a small building, pushing the door open she bounced in, the large dog following close behind her,
"Heya Hilde!" Paige said, "Where's my dad?"
Hilde pointed out the window to where the braided man sat atop a small pile of scrap metal,
"HEY DUO! VISITER!" Hilde yelled.
Duo turned his head quickly and grinned,
"Heya kiddo! Sup?" He asked as he slid down the pile.
Paige winced, scared that he would thrash his legs up, but he jumped from the heap virtually unharmed. She rolled her eyes, placing her hands firmly on her hips. As her father approached, the sky suddenly turned a flame red and he disappeared. She whirled around to see the entire colony engulfed in fire, shuttles flying away at all angles. She reached out for Buddy, who lay, unmoving on the ground. Huge mobile sits dominated the skyline. She whimpered and ran towards home . . . but it was no longer there. She was alone. Completely alone.
She awoke with a start to see the burning ebony eyes of Yan,
"Hey." She said with a dopey grin, "I just dreamt my colony was on fire!" She giggled, a huge grin plastered on her face,
"Uh, that's great, I think?" Yan shrugged slightly and ruffled up her hair, "What're you doing in here?"
"I got lost."
"Thought so . . . c'mon . . ." Yan didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Paige leant forwards, pressing her lips tightly to his.
Yan blinked, stunned a little and went to move back, before getting his bearings, moving into the kiss, letting his tongue run slowly over Paige's bottom lip.
The kiss deepened, hands wrapping into Auburn locks as bodies shifted onto the sofa, Yan leaning over the small frame of the American girl. They broke apart, briefly to catch their breath before Paige went to nip at Yan's bottom lip whilst untying the band that held his short pony tail up, letting the surprisingly soft locks fall down and slither amongst her fingers,
"Someone might . . ." Yan murmured against her lips, ". . . walk in!"
Paige smirked, nuzzling the taller boys face,
"Like . . .?"
"You dad, mine!" He continued, gently kissing the shell of her ear.
Paige smiled slightly and curled up against him, closing her eyes,
"It doesn't matter." She sighed into his chest, "We're not doing anything wrong."
Yan nodded slightly, kissing the top of her head lightly before closing his eyes also. Both drifted off to sleep in the dark, warm room.
- - - To be continued . . .
Thai: Well . . .? What did you think? Sorry, it was REALLY bad, I dunno what I'm doin' this evenin' I got a guy on the brain!
Duo: Me?
Thai: Not quite . . .
Duo: Heero?
Thai: Definitely not!
Duo: Trowa?
Thai: Duo . . .
Duo: So it is me?
Thai: . . . Shuddup!
A/N: Well, herez the Paige x Yan chappie . . . I hope you enjoy!
Starz.
Chapter 5.
Paige strolled casually through the dark grounds. It was late. Super late, but with no Duo breathing down her neck like she were about to break, she could escape the confines of being an only child to a single father. More so, a single father who grew up fighting in the war, seeing pain and suffering daily. It was hard, for both of them.
Paige walked to the edge of a large lake, crouching by the waters edge whilst running her fingers through the cool water. She smiled slightly at the crystal-like natural substance flickered a perfect reflection of the velvet littered with glitter that hovered above her. She tilted her head up to take the night sky in, in all its fake and modern glory! She hated the colonies . . . she wanted the earth. She wanted to breath natural air and see a real sky! A real sun! A real moon,
"It's better on earth."
Paige spun around and grinned,
"Hey Yan! Whatcha doin' up so late?"
"I don't usually go to bed until late, what's your excuse, aren't you a little young?"
"No! I'm 15, and besides . . . I never get to stay out late!" She replied.
The pair settled by the edge of the water and before long, Paige realised that she seemed to be opening up to the Chinese boy,
"What's it like on L2?" He asked, hugging his knees to his chest,
"Boring."
"Do you go to school?"
"Yeah. I went to a Catholic elementary school . . . but there were no Catholic High schools there, so I just go to a standard school."
"You're a Catholic?" Yan asked, surprised,
"Yup!"
Yan blushed as she reached into her shirt, only to produce a glittering silver crucifix. She brought it to her lips and kissed it softly,
"May I ask why?" He asked,
"Strange question . . ." Paige blinked, "My father's one. I was brought up like that! This is the cross that he wore when he was my age. He gave it to me because I lost faith . . ." She silenced herself, still clutching the slender object tight within her fingers,
"Why did you lose your faith?" He asked, scooting slightly closer.
Paige sighed,
"I was sick." She said simply, "A couple of years ago. Real sick." She added with a small shrug of her shoulders, "I couldn't eat, I was only sick. I couldn't drink, the same would happen. I kept losing weight, but not putting it back on. A first I gained weight, no food means your body holds onto the fat, but after time it started to go. I was never fat, but I was so thin, I could barely stand." She pulled a picture out of her pocket, "I carry this with me to remind myself just how the lord helped me." She said, passing it to Yan.
Yan looked at the image of Paige, being held up by Duo and another woman. She grinned happily, even though it was fake,
"Is that your mum?" He asked, pointing at the lady that squeezed Paige's hand in the picture,
"No, that's Hilde. She's like my dad's best friend! She looks after my dog when we go away and takes care of me when Dad can't. We used to share a house with her, but she got married."
"Oh . . ."
"My mum died when I was a baby."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
The pair fell silent again; Paige tucked the picture back into her pocket, letting her hands fall to the cold paving stones,
"So you believe then? That someone watches out for us?"
"No."
"What? But I thought . . ."
"I believe that my father loves me. That's what this represents. Someone will always love me. I know it's wrong to call myself a Catholic and wear this symbol, but that's what it means to me."
"That's all that matters."
Yan smirked, edging a little bit closer sub consciously,
"So, what lessons do you take at school?"
"English Literature and language. Italian. Russian. I already speak fluent Japanese, my dad taught me. Maths. History. Art and Computer science."
"English language? But, you already speak English . . ."
"It's the study of how to write . . . tenses and structure and so on. English Lit is my favourite."
Yan smiled and turned to face her. Paige did the same, blinking softly, not really knowing what to say.
Suddenly, Yan leant forwards, capturing her lips with his, his eyes closed mostly, ebony lashes tickling the pale cheeks of the American child. As he pulled back, he check for a reaction, blushing madly,
"Sorry." He murmured and stood, disappearing off back towards the house. Paige sat, blinking for several seconds before smirking happily,
"He likes me!" She grinned and jumped up, "I wonder if dad's back yet!" She thought aloud and ran off back towards the house.
Meanwhile, in Heero's room. Duo stretched in his lovers arms, leaning his head against the chest of the slightly taller man. He sighed happily, letting his eyes slide shut once again,
"What will your daughter say?" Heero asked, gently running his fingers through chestnut locks,
"Not much. I've already spoken to her about it."
"Are you sure? She won't mind, I mean, she's used to so much attention from you."
Heero smiled down upon the mass of chestnut bellow his chin that shifted, snuggling up into his chest,
"Heh, Heero, she's probably dying to get away from me!" Duo protested, a small pout forming on his lips, "I'm too over protective, huh?"
"Not at all, given your background, I think that you've handled parenthood pretty well!"
Duo sighed happily as Heero gently brushed his lips against his own, trickling his fingers slowly down the side of the American's face.
Back downstairs, Paige had once again gotten herself lost. Deciding that it was too late to wake anyone with her pathetic little ramblings, she curled up on a small sofa in front of the fire, staring at the floor. She closed her eyes and began to drift in and out of sleep in the warm, elaborate room.
(Thai: *Coughs* I'm putting in a little dream, sequence, except I couldn't think of an original way to write this in . . . soooo . . ., yeah, just read . . . lol)
Dusk settled slowly upon the busy streets of L2, the painted moon shining a fake glow that overcast the fake orange burn of the imitation setting sun.
Paige ran quickly down the street, her long legs carrying her as fast as they possibly could. She hopped over the pathetic excuse for a front gate and into the front door, only to be met by her huge black Labrador that she adored so much. The huge mound of black fur jumped up against her frame, knocking her backwards, giggling as she rubbed the excited animal's ears. Paige called out for her father, but when no answer came, she threw the door back open and ran out, slamming it shut behind Buddy.
The pair ran down into the bulk of the commercial area. They walked slower now, among the crowds of people desperate to get home. At the front of the junk yard was a small building, pushing the door open she bounced in, the large dog following close behind her,
"Heya Hilde!" Paige said, "Where's my dad?"
Hilde pointed out the window to where the braided man sat atop a small pile of scrap metal,
"HEY DUO! VISITER!" Hilde yelled.
Duo turned his head quickly and grinned,
"Heya kiddo! Sup?" He asked as he slid down the pile.
Paige winced, scared that he would thrash his legs up, but he jumped from the heap virtually unharmed. She rolled her eyes, placing her hands firmly on her hips. As her father approached, the sky suddenly turned a flame red and he disappeared. She whirled around to see the entire colony engulfed in fire, shuttles flying away at all angles. She reached out for Buddy, who lay, unmoving on the ground. Huge mobile sits dominated the skyline. She whimpered and ran towards home . . . but it was no longer there. She was alone. Completely alone.
She awoke with a start to see the burning ebony eyes of Yan,
"Hey." She said with a dopey grin, "I just dreamt my colony was on fire!" She giggled, a huge grin plastered on her face,
"Uh, that's great, I think?" Yan shrugged slightly and ruffled up her hair, "What're you doing in here?"
"I got lost."
"Thought so . . . c'mon . . ." Yan didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Paige leant forwards, pressing her lips tightly to his.
Yan blinked, stunned a little and went to move back, before getting his bearings, moving into the kiss, letting his tongue run slowly over Paige's bottom lip.
The kiss deepened, hands wrapping into Auburn locks as bodies shifted onto the sofa, Yan leaning over the small frame of the American girl. They broke apart, briefly to catch their breath before Paige went to nip at Yan's bottom lip whilst untying the band that held his short pony tail up, letting the surprisingly soft locks fall down and slither amongst her fingers,
"Someone might . . ." Yan murmured against her lips, ". . . walk in!"
Paige smirked, nuzzling the taller boys face,
"Like . . .?"
"You dad, mine!" He continued, gently kissing the shell of her ear.
Paige smiled slightly and curled up against him, closing her eyes,
"It doesn't matter." She sighed into his chest, "We're not doing anything wrong."
Yan nodded slightly, kissing the top of her head lightly before closing his eyes also. Both drifted off to sleep in the dark, warm room.
- - - To be continued . . .
Thai: Well . . .? What did you think? Sorry, it was REALLY bad, I dunno what I'm doin' this evenin' I got a guy on the brain!
Duo: Me?
Thai: Not quite . . .
Duo: Heero?
Thai: Definitely not!
Duo: Trowa?
Thai: Duo . . .
Duo: So it is me?
Thai: . . . Shuddup!
