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Nuriko: ^ Haven't put my disclaimer up in a while. (Sigh) Now on to the story! P.S. This is my part too~ Lazy Gothy!
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I sat on his bed. He bustled about as if looking for something. I watched him curiously. Occasionally, he would grab at something near his bed but then after examining it he would put it back down and continue with his search.
Finally giving up, he sits on the floor and sticks his thumb in his mouth.
"Whatcha doing, kid?"
"Looking for my-" He paused. "Picture book." He pulled a book from underneath the small table.
It was a little light blue book with dirt and dust all over it. Actually, it looked brown instead of blue. He laid his hand on top of it and slowly opened the book. I leaned in curious.
He opened the dusty old book reveling a crude drawing of five figures. In the middle of the page, four figures smiled back at me. Wufei, dark hair and dark eyes, smirked at me, standing proud by Quatre and Trowa. Otouto, himself, was seated in front with his thumb in his mouth. Off to the side, there I was with my plastered fake grin and large sad eyes.
He flipped through several pages, each containing one of us. Who knew that Otouto was such a great artist! Several of the ones with Trowa were awesome. He caught all the features Trowa had- smooth skin, straight nose, one gleaming eye, high cheekbones, and soft hair covering his right eye.
Finally, he arrived at a new blank page. He handed me a pencil. "Draw yourself, Uncle Maxwell." He walked out the door and quietly closed it.
I stared hard at the paper. I glared at it. Why? Perhaps, it is the problem. What problem? Heero. Why do you haunt me so? You haunt me everywhere I am. You are here. You are there. Everywhere. You are in the breeze. You are in my bed. You are in other people. How can I let you go? You are my everything.
I sighed. Sappy bastard. This sounds like one of those stupid romance novels old people read [1]. Life is not a book now, is it? No happy endings.
I leaned back on the wall next to Otouto's bed. I pressed the pencil gently on the rough page of his sketchbook. My hand slowly formed a figure looking up, partly on the floor. He looks up to another figure. The other figure, slim but muscular, reached down. Wings sprout out his back. Smooth delicate feature completed his face. Messy hair covered his forehead. Intense but loving eyes looked at the figure on the ground. Softly falling from his shoulders was a pure white outfit flowing wildly around his feet.
"Heero," I breathed out quietly.
The other figure reached his slender hand up at the angel. My hand traced his face. A smooth forehead, small nose, slightly full lips parted as if saying something. I colored his priest outfit black. His cross necklace hung loosely around his neck. His long hair flowed out of a messily tied braid.
Behind them, a huge fire spread wildly, overtaking everything in its path.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* [1] I'm sooo sorry! I couldn't think of anything! My mom has those kinds of novels -_-" I'm sorry if it offends anyone!
Nuriko: ^ Haven't put my disclaimer up in a while. (Sigh) Now on to the story! P.S. This is my part too~ Lazy Gothy!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I sat on his bed. He bustled about as if looking for something. I watched him curiously. Occasionally, he would grab at something near his bed but then after examining it he would put it back down and continue with his search.
Finally giving up, he sits on the floor and sticks his thumb in his mouth.
"Whatcha doing, kid?"
"Looking for my-" He paused. "Picture book." He pulled a book from underneath the small table.
It was a little light blue book with dirt and dust all over it. Actually, it looked brown instead of blue. He laid his hand on top of it and slowly opened the book. I leaned in curious.
He opened the dusty old book reveling a crude drawing of five figures. In the middle of the page, four figures smiled back at me. Wufei, dark hair and dark eyes, smirked at me, standing proud by Quatre and Trowa. Otouto, himself, was seated in front with his thumb in his mouth. Off to the side, there I was with my plastered fake grin and large sad eyes.
He flipped through several pages, each containing one of us. Who knew that Otouto was such a great artist! Several of the ones with Trowa were awesome. He caught all the features Trowa had- smooth skin, straight nose, one gleaming eye, high cheekbones, and soft hair covering his right eye.
Finally, he arrived at a new blank page. He handed me a pencil. "Draw yourself, Uncle Maxwell." He walked out the door and quietly closed it.
I stared hard at the paper. I glared at it. Why? Perhaps, it is the problem. What problem? Heero. Why do you haunt me so? You haunt me everywhere I am. You are here. You are there. Everywhere. You are in the breeze. You are in my bed. You are in other people. How can I let you go? You are my everything.
I sighed. Sappy bastard. This sounds like one of those stupid romance novels old people read [1]. Life is not a book now, is it? No happy endings.
I leaned back on the wall next to Otouto's bed. I pressed the pencil gently on the rough page of his sketchbook. My hand slowly formed a figure looking up, partly on the floor. He looks up to another figure. The other figure, slim but muscular, reached down. Wings sprout out his back. Smooth delicate feature completed his face. Messy hair covered his forehead. Intense but loving eyes looked at the figure on the ground. Softly falling from his shoulders was a pure white outfit flowing wildly around his feet.
"Heero," I breathed out quietly.
The other figure reached his slender hand up at the angel. My hand traced his face. A smooth forehead, small nose, slightly full lips parted as if saying something. I colored his priest outfit black. His cross necklace hung loosely around his neck. His long hair flowed out of a messily tied braid.
Behind them, a huge fire spread wildly, overtaking everything in its path.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* [1] I'm sooo sorry! I couldn't think of anything! My mom has those kinds of novels -_-" I'm sorry if it offends anyone!
