Sir Gabs-a-lot: yes that's what I was shooting for. In most fics, he talks
too much, so I decided to try somethin' new. As for the long chappies,
seems that a lot of peeps want that so I'll try. going to be my little
challenge of the day.
black dragon: Well, hey I think your review was good but too short, too. ^_^ but I'll try harder to be long and booooooring. or whatever strikes my mind.
MajikzPawn: U sound like one of the peeps that might rival with me for insanity. If Purple Cows of Death makes ya laugh, you never know how insane you are.. After all the question often asked is : Do insane people think they are insane?
Mirasha: I used to love Puff the Magic Dragon . it's a sad song though, neh? I think that longer chappies is going to be the name of the game, and it's going to be a stupid school fic, there's always a lot of those, but I'm trying to make it different, not just "HE HAS TO DRESS LIKE A GIRL!!!!" ^_~ I like to be a little weirder then that.
Foxx: I think you're right that it is a little obvious, but ya know, sometimes that makes it more interesting, by having something stick out like a sore thumb and make you angry at the person or w/e. As for the dove thingy, maybe I'll change that when I get around to editing it, 'cuz my thinking is, get out fics, then try to change them around to fit your new tastes. Other then that. I think I just need little language differences, but hey! For a person who hasn't said anything for 8 years, he has a little leeway to be over obvious right????
Okay, that's all I think, nebody else review later, I might get to you, or YOU'LL JUST DIE AND YOU'LL NEVER LIVE HAPPILY KNOWING THAT DU-KUN NEVER WROTE BACK TO YOU THAT ONE TIME YOU REVIEWED HER WORK! Or you'll just say "Oh well." And get on with your life.
Warnings: slight 3x4, nothing too serious, you should be able to handle it.
I think we be ready for chapter two now!
Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We walked a short distance out to the street, which I hadn't seen in daylight for years. My eyes squinted at the bright unpleasant feeling of the sun. It burned my white skin, sent tears to my fire-swept eyes. Giving myself time to adjust to the new environment, I stood still, blinking fiercely to try to stop the pain in my eyes. The sister took it to be my sorrow for leaving the dump I'd resided in for so long.
"Don't worry." She said in a soothing voice "You'll see, you'll like the new school just as much." I was slightly confused until I figured out that she thought I was unhappy about the move. I chuckled slightly in my head, but , as I'd gotten so good at, the outside showed nothing but my dead, all-seeing stare. Automatically noticing the way one leg shifted behind her in her obvious discomfort, I decided to give her a break and stepped up to the car we were to be leaving in. I hardly remembered the last time I was in a car. Hell, the last time I'd seen a car, I had been knocked out by a broken beer bottle and suffered from a concussion for the next two days. Mr. Robinson cared, of course, but I've found that people lose interest in things that never react to anything, so eventually he left me alone, sitting as I'd always had.
I opened the door and got it, being careful not to shut the door on my long hair. It was my pride and joy. We didn't have scissors at the orphanage, so almost everybody's hair had been in a ragged state, but mine had stayed even the whole 8 years, because it never seemed to break. It reached down to my thighs, swishing whenever I walked anywhere. It also made a nice pillow, or a good barrier against the rain back in the days before the orphanage.
The engine suddenly rumbled into life, and I clutched the bottom of my seat and held on for dear life. We were going so fast! It felt a little weakening, to be strapped into a seat, with no control over where we are going or how fast we were getting there. I'd never been so constrained, I'd always been alive and free, with all the choice in the world.
Trees whistled past outside as the car shuttled off towards our unknown destination. The scenery was beautiful enough, I guess, but I couldn't concentrate on that. I couldn't concentrate on anything, in fact. For only the second time in my life, I was not sure what I was doing or where I was going. My stomach wrenched as we stopped abruptly , sending my head crashing into the soft padding of the driver's seat in front of me. Sister Rebecca immeadiatly turned around, taking her hands off the steering wheel to see if I was alright. I gave her a warning glare before opening the door and hopping out, already halfway across the long, wide green lawn before I heard her door slam behind me. A second later she stopped me and turned me around to face her. "Now, young man, I need to know your name. If you are going to treat me with disrespect like that, I'll need to have something to yell at you by."
No response. 'Just keep quiet, Duo' I whispered to myself. 'They can't hurt you and you can't hurt them if you just keep quiet.' I felt a bit of satisfaction filling my heart when she wearily put her arms aside and sighed. "I give up. Just go inside, I'll be there in a second to get you ready." 'Wow,' I thought 'She was the first one to crack yet.' I turned on her and silently walked up to the office where I was to wait for her.
Squeaking ever so slightly, the large mahogany door swung open to reveal the most comfortable room I'd ever seen. In one corner, there was a large, ferny plant, and in the other, a big Grandfather clock. In the center of the spacious room was a simple wood desk with a elegant leather chair behind it. I sat on one of the cheaper chairs, but then decided that I'd would just get it dirty, so instead I laid on the floor.
Bad idea. Sister Rebecca flew into the door and almost tripped over my lithe body that looked for all the world like a doormat that needed to be washed. "Oh HONESTLY, nanashi, take a seat!" I made no move . "NOW!" That time I MOVED. Grabbing the seat I'd just left, I flung myself into a heap, my arms and legs getting tangled in my hair. "here, let me help you with that." She said, about to try to untangle my hair from my limbs. I just glared at her again through cold, amethyst eyes. This was my hair, my body, and she couldn't touch it! Sighing dejectedly, Sister Rebecca sat in the larger leather chair. "You seem to be a quiet, cold one, so maybe it'd do you well to be paired up with a nice, louder one." She said. I had no idea what she was talking about. Paired up? For what? What was I doing? Not paying much attention to my confused look, she turned on the intercom and said "Mrs. Wallick? Can you please send in Quatre Winner?"
"Right away, Sister Rebecca." Came the smart, quick response, followed by the click and hush as the machine turned off. She smiled sweetly, saying "That's my first secretary. I just got promoted, so now I'm second-in-command, after Mother Toblerone, of course." I stared blankly at her. I still didn't know what was going on. I'd vaguely heard of a school, but I didn't know what one did there, just that only the rich kids got into ones like these, with large lawns and old picturesque buildings. A rap at the door snapped me out of my thoughts as a high- pitched male voice said "You called me, Sister?"
"Oh yes, Quatre, come in please." The door slowly opened to reveal a teenager of about my age. He had platinum gold locks of hair that were very strategically placed on his pale head. His skin was whiter then mine, amazingly, even after 8 years of being stuck inside a building except at night. The most startling thing about him were his eyes. They were huge! Giant pools of aquamarine, and they sparkled with a light. "So," he said eagerly. "What am I here for?" He was almost jumping at the thought of helping somebody do something, I could tell by the way he clasped his arms in front of him and walked forward. I was very good at reading body language, as well as being very good at hiding my internal feelings. " I need you to navigate this... nanashi around the school, help him learn the ropes."
"But.. Trowa's been here longer then I have..." Quatre stumbled, looking confused before he noticed me sitting quietly in the chair, my eyes closed as if in sleep. "wait.you mean him?" The answer he got was a slight nod. "OH boy!!! I get to guide somebody around! What's his name?" The Sister sweatdropped then, saying "Well, he doesn't exactly have one yet.. So we just call him nanashi."
"But that's what we call tro-kun! We've got to think of a new name for him!" Sister Rebecca shrugged "Well, whatever you like... it doesn't make a difference to me."
"Now, what would you like to be called?" Quatre asked. I just glanced up at him, but I didn't glare. Quatre hadn't done anything wrong yet, so I thought there was no reason for me to be unpleasant to him. He cast his eyes at me, realizing I wasn't going to say anything. Then he looked me up and down, then he said " I think I'll call you Solo, because you're all alone." Once again, I was struck, and I must have resembled a dear in the headlights. How could he have known? Over and over again it bounced in my head
How could he have known?
TBC....
Heehee, I kinda went for the obvious choice in a name, but hey give me a break I am tired! I think this one's a little longer... sorry for taking so long, had school and stuff like that. R&R!
//^_^\\~~~~~~~~~ Or else Duo'll be after you!!!
Heero: Easy answer to that problem you know. DK: really? What's that?
//O.O\\~~ 8 ~~~~~~~~ Heero: scissors.
Ja ne!
black dragon: Well, hey I think your review was good but too short, too. ^_^ but I'll try harder to be long and booooooring. or whatever strikes my mind.
MajikzPawn: U sound like one of the peeps that might rival with me for insanity. If Purple Cows of Death makes ya laugh, you never know how insane you are.. After all the question often asked is : Do insane people think they are insane?
Mirasha: I used to love Puff the Magic Dragon . it's a sad song though, neh? I think that longer chappies is going to be the name of the game, and it's going to be a stupid school fic, there's always a lot of those, but I'm trying to make it different, not just "HE HAS TO DRESS LIKE A GIRL!!!!" ^_~ I like to be a little weirder then that.
Foxx: I think you're right that it is a little obvious, but ya know, sometimes that makes it more interesting, by having something stick out like a sore thumb and make you angry at the person or w/e. As for the dove thingy, maybe I'll change that when I get around to editing it, 'cuz my thinking is, get out fics, then try to change them around to fit your new tastes. Other then that. I think I just need little language differences, but hey! For a person who hasn't said anything for 8 years, he has a little leeway to be over obvious right????
Okay, that's all I think, nebody else review later, I might get to you, or YOU'LL JUST DIE AND YOU'LL NEVER LIVE HAPPILY KNOWING THAT DU-KUN NEVER WROTE BACK TO YOU THAT ONE TIME YOU REVIEWED HER WORK! Or you'll just say "Oh well." And get on with your life.
Warnings: slight 3x4, nothing too serious, you should be able to handle it.
I think we be ready for chapter two now!
Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We walked a short distance out to the street, which I hadn't seen in daylight for years. My eyes squinted at the bright unpleasant feeling of the sun. It burned my white skin, sent tears to my fire-swept eyes. Giving myself time to adjust to the new environment, I stood still, blinking fiercely to try to stop the pain in my eyes. The sister took it to be my sorrow for leaving the dump I'd resided in for so long.
"Don't worry." She said in a soothing voice "You'll see, you'll like the new school just as much." I was slightly confused until I figured out that she thought I was unhappy about the move. I chuckled slightly in my head, but , as I'd gotten so good at, the outside showed nothing but my dead, all-seeing stare. Automatically noticing the way one leg shifted behind her in her obvious discomfort, I decided to give her a break and stepped up to the car we were to be leaving in. I hardly remembered the last time I was in a car. Hell, the last time I'd seen a car, I had been knocked out by a broken beer bottle and suffered from a concussion for the next two days. Mr. Robinson cared, of course, but I've found that people lose interest in things that never react to anything, so eventually he left me alone, sitting as I'd always had.
I opened the door and got it, being careful not to shut the door on my long hair. It was my pride and joy. We didn't have scissors at the orphanage, so almost everybody's hair had been in a ragged state, but mine had stayed even the whole 8 years, because it never seemed to break. It reached down to my thighs, swishing whenever I walked anywhere. It also made a nice pillow, or a good barrier against the rain back in the days before the orphanage.
The engine suddenly rumbled into life, and I clutched the bottom of my seat and held on for dear life. We were going so fast! It felt a little weakening, to be strapped into a seat, with no control over where we are going or how fast we were getting there. I'd never been so constrained, I'd always been alive and free, with all the choice in the world.
Trees whistled past outside as the car shuttled off towards our unknown destination. The scenery was beautiful enough, I guess, but I couldn't concentrate on that. I couldn't concentrate on anything, in fact. For only the second time in my life, I was not sure what I was doing or where I was going. My stomach wrenched as we stopped abruptly , sending my head crashing into the soft padding of the driver's seat in front of me. Sister Rebecca immeadiatly turned around, taking her hands off the steering wheel to see if I was alright. I gave her a warning glare before opening the door and hopping out, already halfway across the long, wide green lawn before I heard her door slam behind me. A second later she stopped me and turned me around to face her. "Now, young man, I need to know your name. If you are going to treat me with disrespect like that, I'll need to have something to yell at you by."
No response. 'Just keep quiet, Duo' I whispered to myself. 'They can't hurt you and you can't hurt them if you just keep quiet.' I felt a bit of satisfaction filling my heart when she wearily put her arms aside and sighed. "I give up. Just go inside, I'll be there in a second to get you ready." 'Wow,' I thought 'She was the first one to crack yet.' I turned on her and silently walked up to the office where I was to wait for her.
Squeaking ever so slightly, the large mahogany door swung open to reveal the most comfortable room I'd ever seen. In one corner, there was a large, ferny plant, and in the other, a big Grandfather clock. In the center of the spacious room was a simple wood desk with a elegant leather chair behind it. I sat on one of the cheaper chairs, but then decided that I'd would just get it dirty, so instead I laid on the floor.
Bad idea. Sister Rebecca flew into the door and almost tripped over my lithe body that looked for all the world like a doormat that needed to be washed. "Oh HONESTLY, nanashi, take a seat!" I made no move . "NOW!" That time I MOVED. Grabbing the seat I'd just left, I flung myself into a heap, my arms and legs getting tangled in my hair. "here, let me help you with that." She said, about to try to untangle my hair from my limbs. I just glared at her again through cold, amethyst eyes. This was my hair, my body, and she couldn't touch it! Sighing dejectedly, Sister Rebecca sat in the larger leather chair. "You seem to be a quiet, cold one, so maybe it'd do you well to be paired up with a nice, louder one." She said. I had no idea what she was talking about. Paired up? For what? What was I doing? Not paying much attention to my confused look, she turned on the intercom and said "Mrs. Wallick? Can you please send in Quatre Winner?"
"Right away, Sister Rebecca." Came the smart, quick response, followed by the click and hush as the machine turned off. She smiled sweetly, saying "That's my first secretary. I just got promoted, so now I'm second-in-command, after Mother Toblerone, of course." I stared blankly at her. I still didn't know what was going on. I'd vaguely heard of a school, but I didn't know what one did there, just that only the rich kids got into ones like these, with large lawns and old picturesque buildings. A rap at the door snapped me out of my thoughts as a high- pitched male voice said "You called me, Sister?"
"Oh yes, Quatre, come in please." The door slowly opened to reveal a teenager of about my age. He had platinum gold locks of hair that were very strategically placed on his pale head. His skin was whiter then mine, amazingly, even after 8 years of being stuck inside a building except at night. The most startling thing about him were his eyes. They were huge! Giant pools of aquamarine, and they sparkled with a light. "So," he said eagerly. "What am I here for?" He was almost jumping at the thought of helping somebody do something, I could tell by the way he clasped his arms in front of him and walked forward. I was very good at reading body language, as well as being very good at hiding my internal feelings. " I need you to navigate this... nanashi around the school, help him learn the ropes."
"But.. Trowa's been here longer then I have..." Quatre stumbled, looking confused before he noticed me sitting quietly in the chair, my eyes closed as if in sleep. "wait.you mean him?" The answer he got was a slight nod. "OH boy!!! I get to guide somebody around! What's his name?" The Sister sweatdropped then, saying "Well, he doesn't exactly have one yet.. So we just call him nanashi."
"But that's what we call tro-kun! We've got to think of a new name for him!" Sister Rebecca shrugged "Well, whatever you like... it doesn't make a difference to me."
"Now, what would you like to be called?" Quatre asked. I just glanced up at him, but I didn't glare. Quatre hadn't done anything wrong yet, so I thought there was no reason for me to be unpleasant to him. He cast his eyes at me, realizing I wasn't going to say anything. Then he looked me up and down, then he said " I think I'll call you Solo, because you're all alone." Once again, I was struck, and I must have resembled a dear in the headlights. How could he have known? Over and over again it bounced in my head
How could he have known?
TBC....
Heehee, I kinda went for the obvious choice in a name, but hey give me a break I am tired! I think this one's a little longer... sorry for taking so long, had school and stuff like that. R&R!
//^_^\\~~~~~~~~~ Or else Duo'll be after you!!!
Heero: Easy answer to that problem you know. DK: really? What's that?
//O.O\\~~ 8 ~~~~~~~~ Heero: scissors.
Ja ne!