HELLOOOOOO AGAIN, itsa me-a, Du-Kun-o! (okay, that doesn't make a lotta
sense, but hey, stick with me on this one, k?)
On to reviews. Much better job this time, it wasn't that hard to press the review button, was it? And for every review you give me, you help out a starving child in eastern Syria. (Don't ask me how, you haven't given me any time to "see" the answer) IE: Du-Kun is too lazy to figure out why it would help anybody, much less a starving girl in Syria, but maybe a very egocentric girl in Eastern Australia, eh?
Shichan Goddess: Yay, you know, you could make a tape of that and play it at comedy shows so that even the horrible peeps think they're good "Yay, awesome, that was hilarious!" J/k, thx for the review, glad ya like it.
Chibidark angel: Yes , crying Trowa is sad ::hugs Tro-kun sympathetically:: and no worries about Heero and Duo , okay? Have you ever read a fic by me where they're NOT gay? Common, I can't see them with Hilde or Relena, alright? And thx for the thing with God (actually he's based off of me when I'm in a sarcastic mood.)
EvilGoddess: Well, as I told Chibidark angel, the God's based offa me when I'm in a mean mood. And don't we all wonder how Q's gonna do his job? (I haven't even figured it out completely yet.)
Relwarc: Dun worry, he'll figure out a way ::pats back sympathetically:: no worries, mate.
Gears: Well, yes, it would be just a bit too much like the Sixth Sense if he wasn't dead and nobody could see him or wateva. AND as I've told everybody, CALM FRICKIN' DOWN!!! Okay.. I think I'm done now
Violet_eyes: yup, I did have fun on my trip, thanks for caring (unlike everybody else out here ::glares:: ) It helps me relax, I've been too serious lately, this fic would turn into some kinda melodramatic tramatic thing if I hadn't gone, but now it'll stay kawaii. ::runs off hummin "Basketcase":: I am one of those, melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone no doubt about it..
Rebecca: No problem, sorry for the week long off, but I wuz in the Great Barrier Reef, and laptops don't work so well there.
Okay, think that's it, if I'm wrong and I missed ya.. Please accept my humble regrets, with these three simple words.
TOO DAMN BAD!
One last thing: I forgot my disclaimer! The horror.. Disclaimer: I do NOT own gundam Wing or any of its frankly disturbing characters. I DO, however, own the crazy God that annoys Quatre constantly ( On to chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Quatre was despairing more and more by the minute. The house now looked so desolate, and he was being filled with a terrible sense of loneliness, even when he was surrounded by his best friends. He floated back into the main room, where a green Christmas tree stood, looking empty without the set of crystal bells that he and Trowa put up every year. He remembered the year they had picked those out : AC: 197. ( AN:Correct me if I'm wrong here.) The war had just ended, and both of them decided to show a real want for peace, so the next morning they went out to window shop for something perfect. It took most of the day, nothing really stood out 'till they heard its faint tinkle. They both fell immediately in love with the 12 bells, and had bought them from the nice jeweler that now had told Quatre there was nothing like that for this year.
Duo bade Heero and Wufei a quiet farewell, leaving the two pilots to go to his room that he and the Japanese pilot shared. He knew Heero wouldn't make a sound coming in, so he didn't have to worry about being woken up. He also knew he'd not get to sleep in the first place, but he'd fake it, just so that nobody knew any better the turmoil that was in his mind. Actually, he thought, it might be better just to force myself asleep, then Heero won't yell at me when he finds out I'm still awake. "Might have endangered the missions by not being up to full capabilities due to lack of cell respiration" or something like that. Anyways, he didn't really want to be awake now, not when the world was horrible enough to take away his best friend. Picking up the small bottle he had marked "Sleeping pills" in his scrawling longhand, the bottle he used whenever depression was fighting to take over his life. Taking one of the small white cylinders, he swallowed it dry, then lay down, ready for a long, forced sleep.
All of this Quatre watched, trying to figure out how to get this depressed boy to fall in love with his stoic counterpart. Walking slightly closer, he touched Duo, even though he knew he wouldn't be felt by the now- asleep teenager. Suddenly, he felt a warm tingle spread through his fingers and up his arm, surrounding him with its fire-like fuzz before clearing into a meadow. Not a very green meadow, Quatre noticed, trying to figure out where he was. In fact, it was a very black and blue world. The sky was a ebony brown colour, where fingers of silver lightning flashed out at odd intervals, lancing across the sky to meet with the Prussian blue grass where Quatre was standing. "How depressing." Quatre muttered to himself. Slowly, his eyes took in the desolate landscape, landing on a twisted oak tree, the only one left in the whole meadow full of broken branches, once strong giants, now useless twigs that littered the ground like hair in a barber shop.
"So, you finally figured it out. I love watching the suffering of mortals, right up there with watching paint dry on a wall. Welcome to Duo's subconscious." Quatre gasped. "This is Duo's world? How can he live in this place? It's so."
"Dark? I know, I love it, it's simply beautiful. Much better then the tacky pink clouds and stuff that float around constantly." God spoke out loudly. The Arabian just shook his head, wandering towards the oak tree, which was calling him as a sensei calls his children in for a class.
The first sign was the long brown hair, freed from its braid, flowing down to the ground in mussed rivulets. Then was the violet eyes, just glancing and gazing over the landscape with a deep feeling of sorrow. Duo was lying propped against the oak tree, oblivious to all around him, unfocused until he saw Quatre approaching before him. "oh great another thing to haunt my life. Go away, Quatre you're dead."
"Duo, you can see me?" Quatre whispered out, staring at the now angry boy. "Yes I can see you, I don't want you here, you're dead, leave me alone, I'm having enough trouble without you around."
"But Duo, I am alive. Well, sorta. You see-" Quatre started, but Duo just jumped up and said "LISTEN you, I don't know who you are or what you want, but leave my friend out of it! I DON'T NEED YOU AROUND TO MAKE MY LIFE MORE DIFFICULT!" With that, he stood up and ran off over the meadow, disappearing behind another rolling hill. "..smooth"
"Listen, with all due respect, God, SHUT... UP!" He barely heard the grumbling "Touchy.." as he took off on his large white wings and soared over to where Duo was, now by a deep blue pool, gazing at his reflection. Quatre just stood silently by, watching him stare at the water, breaking it with his hand, so that the reflection shimmered and turned to.. Heero. Gasping into the silence, Quatre was surprised when Duo spoke up "See? This is why I don't need you around. I have enough problems already. Can't you just die and leave me alone so I can at least know what's wrong instead of being lost as to what's going on?"
"Duo, listen to me. I'm dead, yes. But," he paused dramatically. "I could come back. I'm not going to tell you how, but I can come back, you have to listen to me if I'm going to come back." Duo looked at Heero's face one more time, then turned, obviously in disgust. "How can I help? I cannot even help myself, how am I supposed to help some figment of my imagination that resembles Quatre?"
"I don't know what you can do for me yet, but trust me, I'll think of something. I have a mission, which I have to complete to come back to you, Trowa and the others. I'm not going to tell you what, but I just need you to be able to accept me. Do you think you can? Trust me. I'm really Quatre." The Arabian looked deep into Duo's anger-clouded eyes, noticing a flicker of change as he sighed and said. "Look. I don't know who you are, but if you can help bring Quatre back, I'll do anything. Just tell me one thing. can you bring back other people too?" Quatre was shocked by this simple- seeming question, but curiosity outweighed the obvious answer, which was "no". Instead he replied "Who are you talking about?"
Duo's response was to flick the clear waters again, revealing a face of a good, humble looking nun, an old man with his face crinkling around his eyes in a fatherly smile, and a boy with short blonde hair smiling up at him. "These 3 people raised me, made me who I am. If you could bring them back to me, I would be eternally grateful."
"Well, Duo, I'll try..." Quatre offered, but it was obvious by the tone of voice that he doubted it. "Oh forget it, Spirit. I know I'm not worth it. This pool is filled with people I wish could come and see me, but when I think about it, I'm not worth talking to any of them anyways. Who'd want to meet me again after talking to me once? I'm just an annoying baka."
"No Duo, don't say that-" Quatre started, but Duo interjected, saying "No. I know what I mean to say, I know it's true. How can it not when everybody I love is taken away from me? I can't let him get too close to me, or he'll leave me too." The Arabian was very confused., but didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say. "I think it's time for you to leave, Quatre-sama." He whispered quietly. As if by magic, invisible forces pulled Quatre from the world just as he had come in, twisting and turning out, while the warmth seeped out of his body through his fingers and back into the body of the sleeping Duo.
What did he mean, Quatre thought. What did he mean by "I can't let him get too close to me, or he'll leave me too?" He thought about it for a while, the three faces, and Heero's face in the same pool earlier.. "People I wish could come and see me." Did he mean that literally? Or was it more along the lines of "Wish people could see me for who I really am."? Certainly Heero saw him, he shared a room with him, but just as certainly, nobody had seen the side of Duo Quatre had seen today.
Did Duo want Heero to see something about him that most people wouldn't know? "Everybody I love is taken away from me, I can't let him get too close, or he'll leave me too." Did that mean-
Duo loved Heero?
Quatre quickly shoved that out of his mind. That was stupid, ridiculous. It was just his wild hopes of an easy way out, he told himself. Soon the thought left his mind, but it left a seed of a doubt, which started sending out little roots and growing with each passing minute.
Did Duo Love Heero?
TBC....
Okay okay, I know that was a bit obvious, but hey give me a break, I want to finish this up soon enough, I have another ficcie lined up and I wanna write it!
Duo: It's probably about me, isn't it? Heero: and me too, we probably fall in love in the most unlikely of circumstances. DK: well, maybe.. Duo: and it probably has Solo in it somewhere, right?
DK: actually maybe not. I might actually think of something different! YAYYY I CAN be original. D&H: Yeah right. D: this is the part where you ask for reviews, isn't it? DK: Well, I can't be THAT original, cutting out my pleas for reviews, can I?
R&R and if you do, then the force will be with you.
Yoda: mm. .. the force strong in this one it is.. DK: Oh, stuff it you sock puppet of moths. (AN: I really actually love Yoda he's great.) Yoda: hmm. Insulted am I. DK: Oh well, deal with it. ::walks out door:: Yoda: Hey, come back! Done with you I am not!
On to reviews. Much better job this time, it wasn't that hard to press the review button, was it? And for every review you give me, you help out a starving child in eastern Syria. (Don't ask me how, you haven't given me any time to "see" the answer) IE: Du-Kun is too lazy to figure out why it would help anybody, much less a starving girl in Syria, but maybe a very egocentric girl in Eastern Australia, eh?
Shichan Goddess: Yay, you know, you could make a tape of that and play it at comedy shows so that even the horrible peeps think they're good "Yay, awesome, that was hilarious!" J/k, thx for the review, glad ya like it.
Chibidark angel: Yes , crying Trowa is sad ::hugs Tro-kun sympathetically:: and no worries about Heero and Duo , okay? Have you ever read a fic by me where they're NOT gay? Common, I can't see them with Hilde or Relena, alright? And thx for the thing with God (actually he's based off of me when I'm in a sarcastic mood.)
EvilGoddess: Well, as I told Chibidark angel, the God's based offa me when I'm in a mean mood. And don't we all wonder how Q's gonna do his job? (I haven't even figured it out completely yet.)
Relwarc: Dun worry, he'll figure out a way ::pats back sympathetically:: no worries, mate.
Gears: Well, yes, it would be just a bit too much like the Sixth Sense if he wasn't dead and nobody could see him or wateva. AND as I've told everybody, CALM FRICKIN' DOWN!!! Okay.. I think I'm done now
Violet_eyes: yup, I did have fun on my trip, thanks for caring (unlike everybody else out here ::glares:: ) It helps me relax, I've been too serious lately, this fic would turn into some kinda melodramatic tramatic thing if I hadn't gone, but now it'll stay kawaii. ::runs off hummin "Basketcase":: I am one of those, melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone no doubt about it..
Rebecca: No problem, sorry for the week long off, but I wuz in the Great Barrier Reef, and laptops don't work so well there.
Okay, think that's it, if I'm wrong and I missed ya.. Please accept my humble regrets, with these three simple words.
TOO DAMN BAD!
One last thing: I forgot my disclaimer! The horror.. Disclaimer: I do NOT own gundam Wing or any of its frankly disturbing characters. I DO, however, own the crazy God that annoys Quatre constantly ( On to chapter 3
Chapter 3
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Quatre was despairing more and more by the minute. The house now looked so desolate, and he was being filled with a terrible sense of loneliness, even when he was surrounded by his best friends. He floated back into the main room, where a green Christmas tree stood, looking empty without the set of crystal bells that he and Trowa put up every year. He remembered the year they had picked those out : AC: 197. ( AN:Correct me if I'm wrong here.) The war had just ended, and both of them decided to show a real want for peace, so the next morning they went out to window shop for something perfect. It took most of the day, nothing really stood out 'till they heard its faint tinkle. They both fell immediately in love with the 12 bells, and had bought them from the nice jeweler that now had told Quatre there was nothing like that for this year.
Duo bade Heero and Wufei a quiet farewell, leaving the two pilots to go to his room that he and the Japanese pilot shared. He knew Heero wouldn't make a sound coming in, so he didn't have to worry about being woken up. He also knew he'd not get to sleep in the first place, but he'd fake it, just so that nobody knew any better the turmoil that was in his mind. Actually, he thought, it might be better just to force myself asleep, then Heero won't yell at me when he finds out I'm still awake. "Might have endangered the missions by not being up to full capabilities due to lack of cell respiration" or something like that. Anyways, he didn't really want to be awake now, not when the world was horrible enough to take away his best friend. Picking up the small bottle he had marked "Sleeping pills" in his scrawling longhand, the bottle he used whenever depression was fighting to take over his life. Taking one of the small white cylinders, he swallowed it dry, then lay down, ready for a long, forced sleep.
All of this Quatre watched, trying to figure out how to get this depressed boy to fall in love with his stoic counterpart. Walking slightly closer, he touched Duo, even though he knew he wouldn't be felt by the now- asleep teenager. Suddenly, he felt a warm tingle spread through his fingers and up his arm, surrounding him with its fire-like fuzz before clearing into a meadow. Not a very green meadow, Quatre noticed, trying to figure out where he was. In fact, it was a very black and blue world. The sky was a ebony brown colour, where fingers of silver lightning flashed out at odd intervals, lancing across the sky to meet with the Prussian blue grass where Quatre was standing. "How depressing." Quatre muttered to himself. Slowly, his eyes took in the desolate landscape, landing on a twisted oak tree, the only one left in the whole meadow full of broken branches, once strong giants, now useless twigs that littered the ground like hair in a barber shop.
"So, you finally figured it out. I love watching the suffering of mortals, right up there with watching paint dry on a wall. Welcome to Duo's subconscious." Quatre gasped. "This is Duo's world? How can he live in this place? It's so."
"Dark? I know, I love it, it's simply beautiful. Much better then the tacky pink clouds and stuff that float around constantly." God spoke out loudly. The Arabian just shook his head, wandering towards the oak tree, which was calling him as a sensei calls his children in for a class.
The first sign was the long brown hair, freed from its braid, flowing down to the ground in mussed rivulets. Then was the violet eyes, just glancing and gazing over the landscape with a deep feeling of sorrow. Duo was lying propped against the oak tree, oblivious to all around him, unfocused until he saw Quatre approaching before him. "oh great another thing to haunt my life. Go away, Quatre you're dead."
"Duo, you can see me?" Quatre whispered out, staring at the now angry boy. "Yes I can see you, I don't want you here, you're dead, leave me alone, I'm having enough trouble without you around."
"But Duo, I am alive. Well, sorta. You see-" Quatre started, but Duo just jumped up and said "LISTEN you, I don't know who you are or what you want, but leave my friend out of it! I DON'T NEED YOU AROUND TO MAKE MY LIFE MORE DIFFICULT!" With that, he stood up and ran off over the meadow, disappearing behind another rolling hill. "..smooth"
"Listen, with all due respect, God, SHUT... UP!" He barely heard the grumbling "Touchy.." as he took off on his large white wings and soared over to where Duo was, now by a deep blue pool, gazing at his reflection. Quatre just stood silently by, watching him stare at the water, breaking it with his hand, so that the reflection shimmered and turned to.. Heero. Gasping into the silence, Quatre was surprised when Duo spoke up "See? This is why I don't need you around. I have enough problems already. Can't you just die and leave me alone so I can at least know what's wrong instead of being lost as to what's going on?"
"Duo, listen to me. I'm dead, yes. But," he paused dramatically. "I could come back. I'm not going to tell you how, but I can come back, you have to listen to me if I'm going to come back." Duo looked at Heero's face one more time, then turned, obviously in disgust. "How can I help? I cannot even help myself, how am I supposed to help some figment of my imagination that resembles Quatre?"
"I don't know what you can do for me yet, but trust me, I'll think of something. I have a mission, which I have to complete to come back to you, Trowa and the others. I'm not going to tell you what, but I just need you to be able to accept me. Do you think you can? Trust me. I'm really Quatre." The Arabian looked deep into Duo's anger-clouded eyes, noticing a flicker of change as he sighed and said. "Look. I don't know who you are, but if you can help bring Quatre back, I'll do anything. Just tell me one thing. can you bring back other people too?" Quatre was shocked by this simple- seeming question, but curiosity outweighed the obvious answer, which was "no". Instead he replied "Who are you talking about?"
Duo's response was to flick the clear waters again, revealing a face of a good, humble looking nun, an old man with his face crinkling around his eyes in a fatherly smile, and a boy with short blonde hair smiling up at him. "These 3 people raised me, made me who I am. If you could bring them back to me, I would be eternally grateful."
"Well, Duo, I'll try..." Quatre offered, but it was obvious by the tone of voice that he doubted it. "Oh forget it, Spirit. I know I'm not worth it. This pool is filled with people I wish could come and see me, but when I think about it, I'm not worth talking to any of them anyways. Who'd want to meet me again after talking to me once? I'm just an annoying baka."
"No Duo, don't say that-" Quatre started, but Duo interjected, saying "No. I know what I mean to say, I know it's true. How can it not when everybody I love is taken away from me? I can't let him get too close to me, or he'll leave me too." The Arabian was very confused., but didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say. "I think it's time for you to leave, Quatre-sama." He whispered quietly. As if by magic, invisible forces pulled Quatre from the world just as he had come in, twisting and turning out, while the warmth seeped out of his body through his fingers and back into the body of the sleeping Duo.
What did he mean, Quatre thought. What did he mean by "I can't let him get too close to me, or he'll leave me too?" He thought about it for a while, the three faces, and Heero's face in the same pool earlier.. "People I wish could come and see me." Did he mean that literally? Or was it more along the lines of "Wish people could see me for who I really am."? Certainly Heero saw him, he shared a room with him, but just as certainly, nobody had seen the side of Duo Quatre had seen today.
Did Duo want Heero to see something about him that most people wouldn't know? "Everybody I love is taken away from me, I can't let him get too close, or he'll leave me too." Did that mean-
Duo loved Heero?
Quatre quickly shoved that out of his mind. That was stupid, ridiculous. It was just his wild hopes of an easy way out, he told himself. Soon the thought left his mind, but it left a seed of a doubt, which started sending out little roots and growing with each passing minute.
Did Duo Love Heero?
TBC....
Okay okay, I know that was a bit obvious, but hey give me a break, I want to finish this up soon enough, I have another ficcie lined up and I wanna write it!
Duo: It's probably about me, isn't it? Heero: and me too, we probably fall in love in the most unlikely of circumstances. DK: well, maybe.. Duo: and it probably has Solo in it somewhere, right?
DK: actually maybe not. I might actually think of something different! YAYYY I CAN be original. D&H: Yeah right. D: this is the part where you ask for reviews, isn't it? DK: Well, I can't be THAT original, cutting out my pleas for reviews, can I?
R&R and if you do, then the force will be with you.
Yoda: mm. .. the force strong in this one it is.. DK: Oh, stuff it you sock puppet of moths. (AN: I really actually love Yoda he's great.) Yoda: hmm. Insulted am I. DK: Oh well, deal with it. ::walks out door:: Yoda: Hey, come back! Done with you I am not!