Hiya once again! I'm kinda dead today, so today's fic, as a result, will
probably be dead too. (Not like the actual plot is all that complicated
anyways, most peeps probably know the ending.)
REVIEWS! Only 5 people reviewed today, but that's OKAY becuz I'm going to write it sumwhere eventually, might as well be here.
EvilGoddess: Yeah, most of my fics have Duo being depressed guy, but sometime I'll change that ::coughs:: next::coughs:: fic!
Relwarc: ::rereads last chapter:: ..oops...sorry about that mistake, I wasn't really thinking straight, but I fixed it, so it should be okay now. Yup seems like there's lots of nuts out there in the world today, from the ever-present, always good for a laugh George W. to my own PM, John Howard, the puppet man.
Chibidark angel: What is with you and the poor chickens? Anyways, yeah I could imagine the landscape in my head, too. (of course, otherwise, how would I write it..) .. I know my ficcie's too predictable, but I DON"T CARE, 'cuz it's going to be kawaii so I dun care if it is shallow, it's still fun. I mean "Will Quatre get home by Christmas???" well, no of course he won't he's gonna miss Christmas, die and get stranded up there for forever..
Nymph Demon: well, yes I am using the notebook, but I wanna write it up on ff.net cuz I don't have much paper left, n I want sumbody to read it, other then my friends here 'cuz they don't watch Gundam Wing.::sniffs:: It's too much like the Horse Whisperer.my fic that is.
Gears: Yeah, God thanks you "It's a gift, you know, to be a pain in da azz constantly." Actually it's me when I'm feeling sarcastic or I wanna rip sumbody's head off, then I start talking like that. Yes. I did let Quatre get away with it.. I had to change that line earlier, becuz it said something inaccurate. In used to say "With all due respect, God, SHUT UP! I'm not even Christian so I can say that all I want! SHUT UP!" Needless to say, Muslims pray to God too, basically, so I had to edit that out. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter!
So, that's it, I believe.okay now on to the next chapter.
Chapter 4 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thoughts couldn't be stopped, Quatre knew. No matter how hard he tried, the thought wouldn't go away: Duo loved Heero. It made no sense, Duo was always annoying Heero, programming his laptop so whenever he tried to open his mail a cartoon aardvark would run out and taunt him in 7 different languages, or dying all of his green tank tops bright pink, and once he even switched all of Wing Zero's controls around by rewiring them so when he pressed the "Ignition" button, the huge robot did the Macarena.
How could he possibly like Heero when he did all that? On the other hand, that is kinda just what Duo did. In return, he'd almost lost his braid 3 times, but he kept doing it, always with that stupid smile plastered on his face.
Like a mask. He hid behind this mask, day and night, Quatre realized, only letting his true emotions show in the dreamworld the aqua- marine eyed boy had gotten himself stuck in for a while. If those silly antics were just his way of covering up what really went through his head, it just might be that he was just a really good actor by playing the stupid idiot who loves to annoy Heero.
Well, anyways, the fact was that he probably DOES love Heero, and if that was so, then that would make my life a lot easier, thought Quatre. Just then he heard the door quietly, ever so quietly open, then a very tired, unemotional (even for him) Heero walk into the room and lie down on the bed, instantly asleep. Again, just like the nosy person he was, Quatre stepped up to Heero and lightly touched his temple, feeling the pulling fire spread over his body and suck him into- a (AN: Guess what it is. heehee) laptop. "Very original, Heero." He muttered. God could that guy get anymore predictable? Instead of pictures, all his thoughts seemed to be being written in bright green text on the dark screen, most of them gibberish. Sometimes, though, he would get glimpses of words such as "Relena's such a bitch" and "Can't believe she thinks I love her." Or even "Maybe I should start a Dojo with Wufei.." Throughout all this, Quatre could feel the same feelings as Heero could. And right now, all Quatre was feeling was a immense sorrow. Though he didn't type any full sentences with his death mentioned, most of the gibberish said "Quatre, you shouldn't have died." In broken speech.
The Arabian was thinking he should leave, this wasn't any of his business. Looking down at his feet, he was disappointed at the fact that there was no keyboard below him. No way to talk to him, he thought with a sinking feeling in his throat. Had he looked up instead of staring at his feet, he would've noticed the whole screen had lit up bright green with the same word over and over again.
Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo... On and on and on, in unbreaking harmony, not split up by a single other character.
By the time the blonde did look up, the screen had blanked, with the words "Log off" The next second he was pushed out of Heero's unconscious as he heard behind him a short, stifled yawn as Heero got up and slowly padded out of the room.. At 3:00 Am? What was that crazy boy doing, getting up so early? Now he knew why breakfast was always ready as soon as the others woke up.
The former pilot jumped into the bathroom, closing the door softly. Moments later, Quatre heard the telltale sound of the shower running. He tried to follow, but found that he couldn't go through the doorway. "You peeping tom! I can't believe you would do that! Just for a mission, you'd sneak a look at Heero??"
"Well, God, I have to find something out about him somehow, he didn't exactly tell me much in his dreams." Quatre protested, only to be responded with "Uh-huh, yeah right, how stupid do you think I am? It's for the good of your mission, isn't it?"
"Yes! That's exactly it!"
"That was sarcasm. Learn to recognize it."
"You know," said Quatre indignantly "You really need an attitude check!" God scoffed at this, saying "Why? It's not like you can do anything about it, neh?"
"Well, no. but it would really help you? Don't you ever feel unhappy?"
"I get my pleasure from watching silly mortals running around on silly missions, not from being all fakey, sappy polite! Anyways, I'm not letting you in there, 'cuz I'm God and I said so!" Quatre took on a hurt expression, then said "Well, that's okay, I'll find some other way to find out what goes through his head." Stalking/floating off, he walked on downstairs, glancing around at all the Christmas decorations he had put up only 2 days before. It was now the 23rd, according to the calendar, which Trowa reset right before he went off to bed. Two more days until I am done, he thought sadly. Looking back, he noticed Heero leaving the bathroom, his locks slapped tight against his face. Quatre decided to follow him, outside.
Had he decided to go into the bathroom however, he would've discovered that the shower control had been left on "cold". (1)
TBC..
Did you get that? If you didn't I'll change it.. ::sniffs::
OKAY GUYS THIS IS THE BEST PART OF THE FIC NEH? THIS IS THE PART WHERE I GET DOWN ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING YOU FOR REVIEWS!!! PLEASE REVIEW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! ::puppy dog eyes:: Oh well Ja ne!
REVIEWS! Only 5 people reviewed today, but that's OKAY becuz I'm going to write it sumwhere eventually, might as well be here.
EvilGoddess: Yeah, most of my fics have Duo being depressed guy, but sometime I'll change that ::coughs:: next::coughs:: fic!
Relwarc: ::rereads last chapter:: ..oops...sorry about that mistake, I wasn't really thinking straight, but I fixed it, so it should be okay now. Yup seems like there's lots of nuts out there in the world today, from the ever-present, always good for a laugh George W. to my own PM, John Howard, the puppet man.
Chibidark angel: What is with you and the poor chickens? Anyways, yeah I could imagine the landscape in my head, too. (of course, otherwise, how would I write it..) .. I know my ficcie's too predictable, but I DON"T CARE, 'cuz it's going to be kawaii so I dun care if it is shallow, it's still fun. I mean "Will Quatre get home by Christmas???" well, no of course he won't he's gonna miss Christmas, die and get stranded up there for forever..
Nymph Demon: well, yes I am using the notebook, but I wanna write it up on ff.net cuz I don't have much paper left, n I want sumbody to read it, other then my friends here 'cuz they don't watch Gundam Wing.::sniffs:: It's too much like the Horse Whisperer.my fic that is.
Gears: Yeah, God thanks you "It's a gift, you know, to be a pain in da azz constantly." Actually it's me when I'm feeling sarcastic or I wanna rip sumbody's head off, then I start talking like that. Yes. I did let Quatre get away with it.. I had to change that line earlier, becuz it said something inaccurate. In used to say "With all due respect, God, SHUT UP! I'm not even Christian so I can say that all I want! SHUT UP!" Needless to say, Muslims pray to God too, basically, so I had to edit that out. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter!
So, that's it, I believe.okay now on to the next chapter.
Chapter 4 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thoughts couldn't be stopped, Quatre knew. No matter how hard he tried, the thought wouldn't go away: Duo loved Heero. It made no sense, Duo was always annoying Heero, programming his laptop so whenever he tried to open his mail a cartoon aardvark would run out and taunt him in 7 different languages, or dying all of his green tank tops bright pink, and once he even switched all of Wing Zero's controls around by rewiring them so when he pressed the "Ignition" button, the huge robot did the Macarena.
How could he possibly like Heero when he did all that? On the other hand, that is kinda just what Duo did. In return, he'd almost lost his braid 3 times, but he kept doing it, always with that stupid smile plastered on his face.
Like a mask. He hid behind this mask, day and night, Quatre realized, only letting his true emotions show in the dreamworld the aqua- marine eyed boy had gotten himself stuck in for a while. If those silly antics were just his way of covering up what really went through his head, it just might be that he was just a really good actor by playing the stupid idiot who loves to annoy Heero.
Well, anyways, the fact was that he probably DOES love Heero, and if that was so, then that would make my life a lot easier, thought Quatre. Just then he heard the door quietly, ever so quietly open, then a very tired, unemotional (even for him) Heero walk into the room and lie down on the bed, instantly asleep. Again, just like the nosy person he was, Quatre stepped up to Heero and lightly touched his temple, feeling the pulling fire spread over his body and suck him into- a (AN: Guess what it is. heehee) laptop. "Very original, Heero." He muttered. God could that guy get anymore predictable? Instead of pictures, all his thoughts seemed to be being written in bright green text on the dark screen, most of them gibberish. Sometimes, though, he would get glimpses of words such as "Relena's such a bitch" and "Can't believe she thinks I love her." Or even "Maybe I should start a Dojo with Wufei.." Throughout all this, Quatre could feel the same feelings as Heero could. And right now, all Quatre was feeling was a immense sorrow. Though he didn't type any full sentences with his death mentioned, most of the gibberish said "Quatre, you shouldn't have died." In broken speech.
The Arabian was thinking he should leave, this wasn't any of his business. Looking down at his feet, he was disappointed at the fact that there was no keyboard below him. No way to talk to him, he thought with a sinking feeling in his throat. Had he looked up instead of staring at his feet, he would've noticed the whole screen had lit up bright green with the same word over and over again.
Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo Duo... On and on and on, in unbreaking harmony, not split up by a single other character.
By the time the blonde did look up, the screen had blanked, with the words "Log off" The next second he was pushed out of Heero's unconscious as he heard behind him a short, stifled yawn as Heero got up and slowly padded out of the room.. At 3:00 Am? What was that crazy boy doing, getting up so early? Now he knew why breakfast was always ready as soon as the others woke up.
The former pilot jumped into the bathroom, closing the door softly. Moments later, Quatre heard the telltale sound of the shower running. He tried to follow, but found that he couldn't go through the doorway. "You peeping tom! I can't believe you would do that! Just for a mission, you'd sneak a look at Heero??"
"Well, God, I have to find something out about him somehow, he didn't exactly tell me much in his dreams." Quatre protested, only to be responded with "Uh-huh, yeah right, how stupid do you think I am? It's for the good of your mission, isn't it?"
"Yes! That's exactly it!"
"That was sarcasm. Learn to recognize it."
"You know," said Quatre indignantly "You really need an attitude check!" God scoffed at this, saying "Why? It's not like you can do anything about it, neh?"
"Well, no. but it would really help you? Don't you ever feel unhappy?"
"I get my pleasure from watching silly mortals running around on silly missions, not from being all fakey, sappy polite! Anyways, I'm not letting you in there, 'cuz I'm God and I said so!" Quatre took on a hurt expression, then said "Well, that's okay, I'll find some other way to find out what goes through his head." Stalking/floating off, he walked on downstairs, glancing around at all the Christmas decorations he had put up only 2 days before. It was now the 23rd, according to the calendar, which Trowa reset right before he went off to bed. Two more days until I am done, he thought sadly. Looking back, he noticed Heero leaving the bathroom, his locks slapped tight against his face. Quatre decided to follow him, outside.
Had he decided to go into the bathroom however, he would've discovered that the shower control had been left on "cold". (1)
TBC..
Did you get that? If you didn't I'll change it.. ::sniffs::
OKAY GUYS THIS IS THE BEST PART OF THE FIC NEH? THIS IS THE PART WHERE I GET DOWN ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING YOU FOR REVIEWS!!! PLEASE REVIEW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! ::puppy dog eyes:: Oh well Ja ne!