HELLO AGAIN!!!!!!!!
Sorry for the long delay, would like to give an adequate excuse, but I don't have one, so here is my "tough cookies" excuse: I was too lazy to do anything this week ::is trying to catch up on sleep and failing miserably:: anyways, enough about my life, here are my thank-u's for making me part of yours (no matter how sad and depressing it is ~_^)
Kynjara: I know you.. u do exist, even thou you won't ever read this in the most likely story. (Don't worry friend of mine who saw this and had to review even though she doesn't even read Gundam Wing or any sort of fanfiction of any kind)
Violet_eyes: ummm...that soon enough for ya??? Heh.. (Du-Kun was too lazy to do nething lately...) see that's the point, leaving you hanging like a cliffhanger, right eh eh wink wink nudge nudge say no more say no more.. At least my pathetic excuse for a cliffhanger..::sighs;:
Nymph Demon : well, the God ain't exactly religion-based (I don't think any true Christian would view God like that anyways) N don't be nice be CRUEL!!! I can't improve if I don't know I'm making mistakes, now can I? ::looks at you pointedly:: Woulda been to easy for Q if he got in the bathroom, now wouldn't it? Can't make an easy stupid story can I???? oh wait already did that.
AkinaMeigatsuno: YAY God's a success heehee.. God's actually me when I'm in a bad mood, so actually you may have noticed he was kinda lame last chappie, and that's cuz I was in a good mood, so I didn't feel like being sarcastic. Anyways, write I shall!
Relwarc: Really this one was strange? I thought it was kinda boring.. Oh well what do I know? If you want something simpler, wait till next fic (stupid oh rama) It's based very roughly on the Horse Whisperer. (lol I know , but stick with me, alright?) And see, I don't mind criticism, you helped me fix something before it coulda insulted somebody else, so plz plz tell me if I do something else wrong.
EvilGoddess: Okay then , will do (darn you already figured out he'll get them together.lol am I that transparent???) honestly, does anybody NOT know when the two are going to be together after reading like the first paragraph of most any fic??
Chibidark angel: Ack.. Go back to the poor chicken ::grumbles:: hunny- bunny..ick. Neways, yes , I try to be original, but there's only so many ways to write a story, neh? You can read some of my other stories, lot darker, lot less obvious with heavy yaoi and stuff, to bide your time if you want to (chapters are coming slowly to me now, too bored to write them.)heehee remember when I finally figured out the cold water thing, I wuz like "eww.." Lol good times, good times.
Anways, that should be all, if it's not, too bad, not ready to throw grenades at me hopefully for letting you down by not replying with my paragraph answers that are usually longer then the reviews.
Chapter 5 ahoy ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"How can you stand it, Heero?" muttered Quatre to himself. There was the Pefect Soldier, out there on the lawn with nothing but a tank top and pants and- a scarf. "You really need a fashion tip here, Heero-sama." The angel muttered, following the still wet Japanese man-now turning into a icicle, making his pathway through the new snow on the ground towards the woods he often went to during the morning, when nobody else was watching. Or at least, where he thought nobody was watching. He was really confused about his dreaming last night. It was pretty much the same as always, but there was something.different about it.
Mentally, he went through his little private checklist. He hadn't really thought about anything or dreamt anything out of the ordinary, although those wisps of the baka dreams were coming more and more often- this was the third time this week he'd had to take an early shower. Of course he didn't think anybody was following him, or else he'd never continued on into the forest. Nobody would ever find out about this place, he'd make sure of it. There wasn't a human alive that he couldn't hear coming from a mile away.
But of course the human following him wasn't alive. Quatre slowly picked his ways through the trees around him. Just because he was dead, he couldn't just drop his instinctual habits of trying not to be seen. Heero led him a long way before ending up finally in a clearing, just like the many others they had passed on their journey, but this one he stopped at. Hints of fires, long burnt out, were strewn around the wide open ground. Heero had never bothered to clean up much after himself here- nobody else would ever see him. That was not of any interest to Quatre, however. What interested him was the trees around the hidden home. All over them was scratched some Japanese symbols. It had been many many years since the blonde had had to translate Japanese writing, but still he picked out quite a bit of it.
It was mostly love poems, sappy messages, with a couple trees full of depression, a feeling of knowing you cannot have something, along with quotes self-written to describe every thought in his mind. The one that was repeated the most often was
"I am a jewel miner. I find the beauty of a thousand worlds that has taken a thousand lifetimes to create, yet in the end I am destined to have it torn away from me, for I am poor and not worthy of such unyielding perfectness." So sad, thought Quatre, yet so emotional. Heero was certainly not one you would relate with being the sensitive type, yet he remembered one other time that he had been allowed to see inside the stoic pilot. That day on the beach was great, he could still see the dogs following Heero as he ran along the beach, for all the world like a child at play. (1) This was a different sort of emotion though. Not the cheerful go luckiness, but a deep anguish, an unending sorrow. Quatre rolled his eyes and spoke just one word, filled with disgust "Relena." But why, thought another voice back, did he say "Relena's such a bitch" in his thoughts? Was he trying to hide the truth from himself? No, there'd be no reason to. So it had to be someone else..
"You know, sometimes you just don't get it, do you? Somehow, in that thick mushy blob of pudding you like to call a brain, you must be able to put two and two together." Came an unwanted yet over familiar voice.
"Oh god, not again. You know what, why can't you just leave me alone sometimes? It might be obvious to you, the God all mighty, worship me, worship me.. But to me it's a bit difficult to think straight when I'm transparent!" Ignoring Quatre completely, the other being went on in his rampage "Never send a man to do a immortal's work, I always say. Getting to be so that I have to do everything around here." Shrugging his shoulders, the Arabian turned and floated off, following Heero to one tree after another, trying to translate but finding it impossible- the scratchings were too hard to decipher, but anything was better then listening to that pain in the arse all day.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, which almost made him faint with shock. Heero had to love Duo back! Who else could it be? It was obvious it wasn't Relena, because God had made it quite clear he thought Quatre to be an idiot for thinking so. So who else? He and Trowa had been close, but he understood that it was a futile attempt to follow after him, and had made it quite obvious that they were only comrades and nothing more. He didn't like Hilde or Dorothy or Sally, he didn't talk to them often enough to actually know them, and he often said how much he disagreed with most of Dorothy's and Sally's morals, and that Hilde belonged with Duo anyways. Could that have been his frustration of never being able to be close to the braided American? Wufei would have been appalled if Heero had loved him, for the Chinese man had made it clear how much he detested gays, and was only staying with Quatre and Trowa because they had enough honour that it outweighed the weaknesses. That had pissed the blonde off for a while, but he had gotten over that. The point was that there was nobody else that he could be attracted to.
But why Duo? Well, he always seemed to be making up stupid excuses around him so as not to be around him (little sense as that made) He was always avoiding personal talks with the violet-eyed man. And always left immediately after any such talks had to be given, apparently to go here. Also, now that he thought about it, Duo had always gotten an extra piece of bacon for breakfast. When Duo asked about it, Heero just said he needed to eat more for all the running around he does. But could it have been his way of affection? And the fact that he let him call him such degrading names as "Hee-chan" without having his head turned into a squashed pineapple? It all seemed to click now. It all made sense.
"Hey, thanks God, you gave me a real easy mission, whether you know it or not! All I've gotta do is get two guys who love each other unexpectedly telling each other so. piece 'o cake!"
"You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" challenged the invisible being in an imperious tone. "Yeah, just you watch me!" Yelled Quatre back, stalking off into the night. Deep down, though, he wished he had a plan, because all that was forming in his head was a big 0.
But he wasn't worried. He'd think of something.
TBC....
(1) Remember the time in one of the episodes where Quatre and Heero are just like on a beach and Heero starts playing with the dogs?? That was soooo kawaii.::dreamy eyes::
Okay so how was that chapter? If it's falling in quality, it's because I'm writing a lot more irregularly then usual, because I am currently busy doing other things. Tell me any careless errors, plot holes ANYTHING! I like flames more then I like good reviews, because they really help me, but in any case, I do like one thing more then ALL the others : REVIEWS!!!
REVIEW me now and you'll get a free ^_^ face ('corse you won't be able to see it, but I guarantee you I'll smile over here, okay?) R&R&R&R&R!!
JA NE!
Sorry for the long delay, would like to give an adequate excuse, but I don't have one, so here is my "tough cookies" excuse: I was too lazy to do anything this week ::is trying to catch up on sleep and failing miserably:: anyways, enough about my life, here are my thank-u's for making me part of yours (no matter how sad and depressing it is ~_^)
Kynjara: I know you.. u do exist, even thou you won't ever read this in the most likely story. (Don't worry friend of mine who saw this and had to review even though she doesn't even read Gundam Wing or any sort of fanfiction of any kind)
Violet_eyes: ummm...that soon enough for ya??? Heh.. (Du-Kun was too lazy to do nething lately...) see that's the point, leaving you hanging like a cliffhanger, right eh eh wink wink nudge nudge say no more say no more.. At least my pathetic excuse for a cliffhanger..::sighs;:
Nymph Demon : well, the God ain't exactly religion-based (I don't think any true Christian would view God like that anyways) N don't be nice be CRUEL!!! I can't improve if I don't know I'm making mistakes, now can I? ::looks at you pointedly:: Woulda been to easy for Q if he got in the bathroom, now wouldn't it? Can't make an easy stupid story can I???? oh wait already did that.
AkinaMeigatsuno: YAY God's a success heehee.. God's actually me when I'm in a bad mood, so actually you may have noticed he was kinda lame last chappie, and that's cuz I was in a good mood, so I didn't feel like being sarcastic. Anyways, write I shall!
Relwarc: Really this one was strange? I thought it was kinda boring.. Oh well what do I know? If you want something simpler, wait till next fic (stupid oh rama) It's based very roughly on the Horse Whisperer. (lol I know , but stick with me, alright?) And see, I don't mind criticism, you helped me fix something before it coulda insulted somebody else, so plz plz tell me if I do something else wrong.
EvilGoddess: Okay then , will do (darn you already figured out he'll get them together.lol am I that transparent???) honestly, does anybody NOT know when the two are going to be together after reading like the first paragraph of most any fic??
Chibidark angel: Ack.. Go back to the poor chicken ::grumbles:: hunny- bunny..ick. Neways, yes , I try to be original, but there's only so many ways to write a story, neh? You can read some of my other stories, lot darker, lot less obvious with heavy yaoi and stuff, to bide your time if you want to (chapters are coming slowly to me now, too bored to write them.)heehee remember when I finally figured out the cold water thing, I wuz like "eww.." Lol good times, good times.
Anways, that should be all, if it's not, too bad, not ready to throw grenades at me hopefully for letting you down by not replying with my paragraph answers that are usually longer then the reviews.
Chapter 5 ahoy ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"How can you stand it, Heero?" muttered Quatre to himself. There was the Pefect Soldier, out there on the lawn with nothing but a tank top and pants and- a scarf. "You really need a fashion tip here, Heero-sama." The angel muttered, following the still wet Japanese man-now turning into a icicle, making his pathway through the new snow on the ground towards the woods he often went to during the morning, when nobody else was watching. Or at least, where he thought nobody was watching. He was really confused about his dreaming last night. It was pretty much the same as always, but there was something.different about it.
Mentally, he went through his little private checklist. He hadn't really thought about anything or dreamt anything out of the ordinary, although those wisps of the baka dreams were coming more and more often- this was the third time this week he'd had to take an early shower. Of course he didn't think anybody was following him, or else he'd never continued on into the forest. Nobody would ever find out about this place, he'd make sure of it. There wasn't a human alive that he couldn't hear coming from a mile away.
But of course the human following him wasn't alive. Quatre slowly picked his ways through the trees around him. Just because he was dead, he couldn't just drop his instinctual habits of trying not to be seen. Heero led him a long way before ending up finally in a clearing, just like the many others they had passed on their journey, but this one he stopped at. Hints of fires, long burnt out, were strewn around the wide open ground. Heero had never bothered to clean up much after himself here- nobody else would ever see him. That was not of any interest to Quatre, however. What interested him was the trees around the hidden home. All over them was scratched some Japanese symbols. It had been many many years since the blonde had had to translate Japanese writing, but still he picked out quite a bit of it.
It was mostly love poems, sappy messages, with a couple trees full of depression, a feeling of knowing you cannot have something, along with quotes self-written to describe every thought in his mind. The one that was repeated the most often was
"I am a jewel miner. I find the beauty of a thousand worlds that has taken a thousand lifetimes to create, yet in the end I am destined to have it torn away from me, for I am poor and not worthy of such unyielding perfectness." So sad, thought Quatre, yet so emotional. Heero was certainly not one you would relate with being the sensitive type, yet he remembered one other time that he had been allowed to see inside the stoic pilot. That day on the beach was great, he could still see the dogs following Heero as he ran along the beach, for all the world like a child at play. (1) This was a different sort of emotion though. Not the cheerful go luckiness, but a deep anguish, an unending sorrow. Quatre rolled his eyes and spoke just one word, filled with disgust "Relena." But why, thought another voice back, did he say "Relena's such a bitch" in his thoughts? Was he trying to hide the truth from himself? No, there'd be no reason to. So it had to be someone else..
"You know, sometimes you just don't get it, do you? Somehow, in that thick mushy blob of pudding you like to call a brain, you must be able to put two and two together." Came an unwanted yet over familiar voice.
"Oh god, not again. You know what, why can't you just leave me alone sometimes? It might be obvious to you, the God all mighty, worship me, worship me.. But to me it's a bit difficult to think straight when I'm transparent!" Ignoring Quatre completely, the other being went on in his rampage "Never send a man to do a immortal's work, I always say. Getting to be so that I have to do everything around here." Shrugging his shoulders, the Arabian turned and floated off, following Heero to one tree after another, trying to translate but finding it impossible- the scratchings were too hard to decipher, but anything was better then listening to that pain in the arse all day.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, which almost made him faint with shock. Heero had to love Duo back! Who else could it be? It was obvious it wasn't Relena, because God had made it quite clear he thought Quatre to be an idiot for thinking so. So who else? He and Trowa had been close, but he understood that it was a futile attempt to follow after him, and had made it quite obvious that they were only comrades and nothing more. He didn't like Hilde or Dorothy or Sally, he didn't talk to them often enough to actually know them, and he often said how much he disagreed with most of Dorothy's and Sally's morals, and that Hilde belonged with Duo anyways. Could that have been his frustration of never being able to be close to the braided American? Wufei would have been appalled if Heero had loved him, for the Chinese man had made it clear how much he detested gays, and was only staying with Quatre and Trowa because they had enough honour that it outweighed the weaknesses. That had pissed the blonde off for a while, but he had gotten over that. The point was that there was nobody else that he could be attracted to.
But why Duo? Well, he always seemed to be making up stupid excuses around him so as not to be around him (little sense as that made) He was always avoiding personal talks with the violet-eyed man. And always left immediately after any such talks had to be given, apparently to go here. Also, now that he thought about it, Duo had always gotten an extra piece of bacon for breakfast. When Duo asked about it, Heero just said he needed to eat more for all the running around he does. But could it have been his way of affection? And the fact that he let him call him such degrading names as "Hee-chan" without having his head turned into a squashed pineapple? It all seemed to click now. It all made sense.
"Hey, thanks God, you gave me a real easy mission, whether you know it or not! All I've gotta do is get two guys who love each other unexpectedly telling each other so. piece 'o cake!"
"You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" challenged the invisible being in an imperious tone. "Yeah, just you watch me!" Yelled Quatre back, stalking off into the night. Deep down, though, he wished he had a plan, because all that was forming in his head was a big 0.
But he wasn't worried. He'd think of something.
TBC....
(1) Remember the time in one of the episodes where Quatre and Heero are just like on a beach and Heero starts playing with the dogs?? That was soooo kawaii.::dreamy eyes::
Okay so how was that chapter? If it's falling in quality, it's because I'm writing a lot more irregularly then usual, because I am currently busy doing other things. Tell me any careless errors, plot holes ANYTHING! I like flames more then I like good reviews, because they really help me, but in any case, I do like one thing more then ALL the others : REVIEWS!!!
REVIEW me now and you'll get a free ^_^ face ('corse you won't be able to see it, but I guarantee you I'll smile over here, okay?) R&R&R&R&R!!
JA NE!