By: Silent Lullaby
Gundam Wing does not belong to me. However the story does.
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I certainly hope you enjoy chapter two. On another note, I hope to start a web comic this summer, if I do manage to get it set up, I'll write more about it. Please review, I very much appreciate it.
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I'll admit now, that I have always been the curious type. I like to know how and why things are the way they are. This still drives my professors insane since I often as why something works rather than what it does. I mean anyone can know that an equation solves a problem, and they only have to follow the rules to find out how, but why it works is a whole other matter.
You must think I'm crazy now, but that's of no concern to me. However, what does matter is that now you know a part of why I did what I did.
After he had smiled the song drew to a close, and a techno tune with a heavy base line began. He kissed the base of my neck, causing my breathing to go erratic. His hands slide down my waist and whispered to me.
"The trick is the keep breathing."
With that I felt the hands that had rested on my waist only moments before, move away, and their warmth disappear. Before I could turn around, he was already to the door of the club, his skin and hair changing color with the frenzied lights.
I tried to follow him, but I lacked the grace the slide between the waves of people, as he had. BY the time I reached the door there wasn't a trace of him, and with an intersection on one side of the club and a maze of alleys on the other, finding him would be next to impossible without a hint to what direction he went.
Knowing me what do you think I did?
I turned to face the alleyways but before I could begin to look for him, a friend's voice carried of the music calling my name. Turning I looked into the face of Hilde, one of my ruthless friends.
I truly hoped she hadn't seen me dancing; otherwise her twisted mind would quickly scheme up an elaborate plan in order to set me up with some "nice" boy she knew of. It was bad enough with her attempted blind dates with "nice" girls she knew.
At least she hadn't set me up with Releana, yet. Probably because I walked an extra four blocks for my morning tea or coffee just to avoid having to drink it with a girl in a Pepto-Bismol colored dress attempting to flirt with me.
As I've said, she's a sweet girl. She smiles a lot and is polite, but she also doesn't take no for an answer and doesn't know when to stop. A bit obsessive I think.
"Where do you think you're going? Trying to sneak away again, no doubt. Won't work this time, we're here to have fun, and that includes you Mr. I like being boring Yuy."
"Hnn."
There was no hope of me getting away after that. If I said I had to go, she would ask why, and telling the truth was not an option. If I tried to lie she would see right through it. Lying was one of those skills I did not possess, no great loss, but it would have come in handy then.
Turning around I reentered the club for another three hours of sitting at the bar, drinking soda and staring blankly at the crowd. Or as my friends would describe it, glaring.
By the time I got home, I was tired, and I smelled awful. Who wouldn't when basically placed in a box with over a hundred sweaty bodies, many of the drinking or smoking?
Yet I didn't smell enough for me to take a shower before reaching the have that is the wonderful softness of my dorm bed. It's metal frame and oddly lumpy mattress never looked so inviting.
I needed the sweet nothingness of being comatose. Sleep sounded like a very good idea that night, or I should say morning.
Yet I didn't greet nothingness that night. I meet dreams of a strange boy of constantly changing color. I had to wonder then what he really looked like under the sun. The color of that silken hair, the paleness of his skin, the shade of those eyes that had remained hidden from me.
Gundam Wing does not belong to me. However the story does.
****
I certainly hope you enjoy chapter two. On another note, I hope to start a web comic this summer, if I do manage to get it set up, I'll write more about it. Please review, I very much appreciate it.
****
I'll admit now, that I have always been the curious type. I like to know how and why things are the way they are. This still drives my professors insane since I often as why something works rather than what it does. I mean anyone can know that an equation solves a problem, and they only have to follow the rules to find out how, but why it works is a whole other matter.
You must think I'm crazy now, but that's of no concern to me. However, what does matter is that now you know a part of why I did what I did.
After he had smiled the song drew to a close, and a techno tune with a heavy base line began. He kissed the base of my neck, causing my breathing to go erratic. His hands slide down my waist and whispered to me.
"The trick is the keep breathing."
With that I felt the hands that had rested on my waist only moments before, move away, and their warmth disappear. Before I could turn around, he was already to the door of the club, his skin and hair changing color with the frenzied lights.
I tried to follow him, but I lacked the grace the slide between the waves of people, as he had. BY the time I reached the door there wasn't a trace of him, and with an intersection on one side of the club and a maze of alleys on the other, finding him would be next to impossible without a hint to what direction he went.
Knowing me what do you think I did?
I turned to face the alleyways but before I could begin to look for him, a friend's voice carried of the music calling my name. Turning I looked into the face of Hilde, one of my ruthless friends.
I truly hoped she hadn't seen me dancing; otherwise her twisted mind would quickly scheme up an elaborate plan in order to set me up with some "nice" boy she knew of. It was bad enough with her attempted blind dates with "nice" girls she knew.
At least she hadn't set me up with Releana, yet. Probably because I walked an extra four blocks for my morning tea or coffee just to avoid having to drink it with a girl in a Pepto-Bismol colored dress attempting to flirt with me.
As I've said, she's a sweet girl. She smiles a lot and is polite, but she also doesn't take no for an answer and doesn't know when to stop. A bit obsessive I think.
"Where do you think you're going? Trying to sneak away again, no doubt. Won't work this time, we're here to have fun, and that includes you Mr. I like being boring Yuy."
"Hnn."
There was no hope of me getting away after that. If I said I had to go, she would ask why, and telling the truth was not an option. If I tried to lie she would see right through it. Lying was one of those skills I did not possess, no great loss, but it would have come in handy then.
Turning around I reentered the club for another three hours of sitting at the bar, drinking soda and staring blankly at the crowd. Or as my friends would describe it, glaring.
By the time I got home, I was tired, and I smelled awful. Who wouldn't when basically placed in a box with over a hundred sweaty bodies, many of the drinking or smoking?
Yet I didn't smell enough for me to take a shower before reaching the have that is the wonderful softness of my dorm bed. It's metal frame and oddly lumpy mattress never looked so inviting.
I needed the sweet nothingness of being comatose. Sleep sounded like a very good idea that night, or I should say morning.
Yet I didn't greet nothingness that night. I meet dreams of a strange boy of constantly changing color. I had to wonder then what he really looked like under the sun. The color of that silken hair, the paleness of his skin, the shade of those eyes that had remained hidden from me.
