Java Lava Heaven
By: Solitary Dragon
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Resound pecking of the keys echoed in the silent room. That and the hum of Heero's brand-new-spanking Gateway (it was on sale) were the only two sounds which presently hung in the air.
Heero's eyes twitched before watering slightly, red rimmed and puffy he reached for his blue coffee mug which read in neon letters 'You're making me mad! You wouldn't like it when I'm mad'.
The liquid lava of life flowed threw out his body, flooding his senses and contaminating his veins but he felt a zing of energy ripple though his mangier being making him whole and complete...ohh the sweet pleasures of java, Heero moaned slightly taken aback by his own response to the drink of the Gods. Shudders which erupted suddenly grew into violent spasms but soon quieted as he continued his story for fanfiction.net. Hours passed in relative silence until the inevitable happened...
Calloused fingers gripped the coffee mug as knuckles turned white under the pressure. Heero frenzied cobalt pupils dilated, confusion feeding into anger as he accessed the situation. The blue bottom of the mug glared back at him defiantly almost arrogantly, challenging him silently. He was all out of the good stuff.
Dashing to the kitchen to brew another pot he was surprised to find Duo comfortably leaning on the counter with HIS PACKET OF JAVA---to his dismay it was... it was... He stuttered, his mind uncomprehending. The packet was empty. HIS PACKET WAS EMPTY...wordlessly his world crashed into despair and agony.
"Oye Hey Heero." Duo offered quietly from across the room unaware of the dark stare. Sleep still tugged at his cob-webbed brain.
A Wufei typed battle cry *tm was issued forth from pert lips as Heero pounced on the unsuspecting American. (An angry Chinese is a very scary thing...*author shudders Wong Tie Drive thru...I never knew fortune cookies could go THERE!)
The battle which ensued was worst than Tallgeese Versus Wing could ever hope to be...it was worst than...Peanut butter without the jelly...it was like the glazed donut without the hole...it was just plan bad...like Deathescythe without the glowy stick thingie...(I did that on purpose EAT UR HEART OUT !!! 'Side Fei is better)
Bits of mugs, plates and some fridge magnets littered the floor. Duo lay in a tangled mass of chestnut hair, his shirt button less gapping open much like his mouth which made lazy fish like motions as he moaned in pain. Heero stood over the body, his chest moving quite visibly as his mouth rustled with the exhalation of air. The fridge door sprawled open, trays dangled out while contents spewed onto the cold tiles. In all the disarray the coffee machine perked cheerfully unaware of the events signaling the completion of the pot.
Heero's eyes quirked; as he registered the fact that Duo's black mug like his had been empty for a reason. Shifting from foot to foot he mumbled something akin to an apology as he made away with the freshly brewed mix and his now chipped blue mug.
Trowa whistling as he came down the hallways passed Heero as he barreled up the stair possessively with his blue mug. Shrugging he entered the kitchen, his whistling continued unhindered as he poured himself a cup, idly stepping over Duo's body.
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Ok that was the last chapter...I lost a lot of steam and well it wasn't as good as the first two...oh well I JUST WANT A REVIEW!!! I've been doing this for 3 years now...I feel old...PLEASEEEEE!!! What do I gotta do?
Ohh yeah please say not to Caffeine. REVIEWS make me and Heero happy!!!
By: Solitary Dragon
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Resound pecking of the keys echoed in the silent room. That and the hum of Heero's brand-new-spanking Gateway (it was on sale) were the only two sounds which presently hung in the air.
Heero's eyes twitched before watering slightly, red rimmed and puffy he reached for his blue coffee mug which read in neon letters 'You're making me mad! You wouldn't like it when I'm mad'.
The liquid lava of life flowed threw out his body, flooding his senses and contaminating his veins but he felt a zing of energy ripple though his mangier being making him whole and complete...ohh the sweet pleasures of java, Heero moaned slightly taken aback by his own response to the drink of the Gods. Shudders which erupted suddenly grew into violent spasms but soon quieted as he continued his story for fanfiction.net. Hours passed in relative silence until the inevitable happened...
Calloused fingers gripped the coffee mug as knuckles turned white under the pressure. Heero frenzied cobalt pupils dilated, confusion feeding into anger as he accessed the situation. The blue bottom of the mug glared back at him defiantly almost arrogantly, challenging him silently. He was all out of the good stuff.
Dashing to the kitchen to brew another pot he was surprised to find Duo comfortably leaning on the counter with HIS PACKET OF JAVA---to his dismay it was... it was... He stuttered, his mind uncomprehending. The packet was empty. HIS PACKET WAS EMPTY...wordlessly his world crashed into despair and agony.
"Oye Hey Heero." Duo offered quietly from across the room unaware of the dark stare. Sleep still tugged at his cob-webbed brain.
A Wufei typed battle cry *tm was issued forth from pert lips as Heero pounced on the unsuspecting American. (An angry Chinese is a very scary thing...*author shudders Wong Tie Drive thru...I never knew fortune cookies could go THERE!)
The battle which ensued was worst than Tallgeese Versus Wing could ever hope to be...it was worst than...Peanut butter without the jelly...it was like the glazed donut without the hole...it was just plan bad...like Deathescythe without the glowy stick thingie...(I did that on purpose EAT UR HEART OUT !!! 'Side Fei is better)
Bits of mugs, plates and some fridge magnets littered the floor. Duo lay in a tangled mass of chestnut hair, his shirt button less gapping open much like his mouth which made lazy fish like motions as he moaned in pain. Heero stood over the body, his chest moving quite visibly as his mouth rustled with the exhalation of air. The fridge door sprawled open, trays dangled out while contents spewed onto the cold tiles. In all the disarray the coffee machine perked cheerfully unaware of the events signaling the completion of the pot.
Heero's eyes quirked; as he registered the fact that Duo's black mug like his had been empty for a reason. Shifting from foot to foot he mumbled something akin to an apology as he made away with the freshly brewed mix and his now chipped blue mug.
Trowa whistling as he came down the hallways passed Heero as he barreled up the stair possessively with his blue mug. Shrugging he entered the kitchen, his whistling continued unhindered as he poured himself a cup, idly stepping over Duo's body.
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Ok that was the last chapter...I lost a lot of steam and well it wasn't as good as the first two...oh well I JUST WANT A REVIEW!!! I've been doing this for 3 years now...I feel old...PLEASEEEEE!!! What do I gotta do?
Ohh yeah please say not to Caffeine. REVIEWS make me and Heero happy!!!