Yessiree it's that time again.
Pinky: To blow bubbles with our spit?
Brain: No Pinky... time to take over the world!
Or ya know, write another chapter to a fic.. same difference.
Thanku's:
Nymph Demon: Well, to frickin' bad!!! Hey you get some conclusion this time, here's da next chapter so don't yell at me about not being fair with the cliffies, 'cuz here's the next one read on ^_^
Chibidark angel: shush what if they don't kiss and then they break up and never talk to each other again and Quatre is stuck like that forever and God torments him for the rest of his eternity..... . . . er maybe not. I think I'll just do what you say, but just as a pre-whatever, 3X4 prob. Won't happen cuz I can't write lemons from their POV (point of view) but you'll get a sweet lime from them.
EvilGoddess: That's what my mum always says "Make people happy by writing whatever they want, but only if they offer you strange yummy candy in return!" okay so maybe she doesn't, but I wrote that anyways and.. .. er yes I can't think of anything so I think I'll just keep writing now.
Okay see how pathetic that was??? Right more, plz! I wanna know if I'm being read even if you don't appreciate it and I think I've said this often enough so you know the drill....
Chapter 8 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo pulled together the strands of courage he found into a tight little ball, trying to find the strength he didn't think he had to admit 3 words, but suddenly, it just came out.
"Heero.. .... . I ... I love you." He gazed into shocked, overwhelmed- looking eyes staring back. Taking the Japanese man's look to be one of revulsion, he quickly started in on his story. If he was going to be rejected, he wanted Heero to hear his whole story from the beginning.
" I was about 8, I think, I'm not exactly sure, age wasn't important then. All I know was that I certainly wasn't the healthiest thing on 2 legs. That's why I'm still too skinny, even after 9 years with the Gundams. I was an orphan, a street rat, an urchin, but never once was I called a human being. I had a friend, his name was Solo, and God, Heero he was the best friend the world could bring. His smile lit up even the darkest of days, but it could not save him from everything. We had a tough winter that year," Duo paused for a moment to take a rattling breath. "He got struck with a sickness. At first it was just coughing fits, spasms that shook his body. Then came the weakness in his legs. He could no longer scavenge, he was too weak. It was like that when Father Maxwell came to 'save' us. He probably did save most of us, most dirty rags like us died before we were 10. But for me, he just made a prolonged death for me, a torture, because over the next few months, Solo just got worse and worse. He started to cough up blood, faint on his bed, and it became my job to clean the blood of the sheets every morning. The first, but not the last, time my hands have been dyed red. There was nothing I could do, Sister Helen said. Tuberculosis, she said, always killed. I hit her then, hit her like she was the Devil herself. She just smiled softly from where she lay on the ground. "It's good Solo has a friend on his last days" she whispered from a bleeding lip. "It's good you'll be there for him." " Duo put his head between his knees then, rocking back and forth at the base of a large pine tree, while Heero stood, too stunned to reply. "I didn't want to believe her, I didn't. But of course, like so many other things, she was right. A month later, Solo gave up the fight. He died in his sleep, his hair pink from the crimson liquid flowing down his two cheeks. I'll never forget that day, and though he'd told me that boys don't cry, I did. I cried for everything that had happened. Nothing could make me better. Even the brightest days looked dark. Then the days stopped altogether when the church- when the church burned down. There were no survivours. You could say I did, but I don't think so. A person without a soul isn't alive." Duo looked up from his hands, looking back at Heero.
" After about 2 years, I found a new mask. A sadistic God of Death, befitting for me. I wandered around for 2 years, trying to find a reason for why I was still alive. I was about to give up when I met you. You reminded me so much of me. Always hiding, always careful, afraid of their own shadow, but never showing it. Not to mention you are really really hot." He smiled slightly there, changing the serious atmosphere to a lighter hue. "And I was still hiding from you, because YOU were the reason for me to live, and I wouldn't be able to bear it if you didn't like me, then I really would die. But now it seems like I have no choice. I love you Heero, honto ni. Will you accept me? Or am I destined to die for my love? Please, Heero, tell me." He finished, looking at the cobalt eyes looking back at him with the never-ending coldness. Sighing, he threw his eyes back down to lock on a tattered leaf on the ground. It never failed, did it? He could pour out his whole life to this stoic pilot and it still would seem like he was talking to a brick wall. He might as well have just stayed silent, just like all the rest of the time. Who'd ever listen to a baka, a worthless street urchin. He'd might as well just crawl into a corner and-
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as a hand felt its way around to the front of his face, whirling him around to face a silent man with deep blue eyes. And he thought, just for a moment, a glimmer of understanding, and of.. .. Love? Once again he was taken by surprise as the soft lips of his dreams grabbed him up in a soul-searing kiss. "I'm not too good at words you see, but I'll try to tell you what I feel for you anyways."
"What are you talking about? You have beautiful poetry and songs and stories all around here. ."
"Yes, but when I'm around you, it seems to be completely different. I- I can't find words that seem proper for you. You make me feel alive, open to the world, protected yet vulnerable, strong.. .. yet weak. You have made me care, to feel joy, to feel sorrow. You have made me human." He looked at the smaller boy, this time letting his emotions flow out, all of the joys and pains of his life. Duo gasped at the sheer intensity of it all, and Heero took that moment to move closer to the American, wrapping his arms lightly around his waist, placing a more chaste kiss on the rosebuds of Duo's mouth. Slowly the lips upturned in a slight smile. He could get used to this... ..
TBC.....
Okay, is that a bad cliffie or a bad cliffie??? Okay, if you wants the lemon, you gots ta review, k?? I'm not trying to press anything
Wufei: Yes you are
DK: No I'm not..
W: Yes.
DK: ::looks around suspiciously:: who told you? What people sent you to me??
W: Okay.. I think I'm just going to leave this baka onna to her own devices.
DK: Good. ^_^ Lemon next chappie!!! Until then.... ja ne!
Pinky: To blow bubbles with our spit?
Brain: No Pinky... time to take over the world!
Or ya know, write another chapter to a fic.. same difference.
Thanku's:
Nymph Demon: Well, to frickin' bad!!! Hey you get some conclusion this time, here's da next chapter so don't yell at me about not being fair with the cliffies, 'cuz here's the next one read on ^_^
Chibidark angel: shush what if they don't kiss and then they break up and never talk to each other again and Quatre is stuck like that forever and God torments him for the rest of his eternity..... . . . er maybe not. I think I'll just do what you say, but just as a pre-whatever, 3X4 prob. Won't happen cuz I can't write lemons from their POV (point of view) but you'll get a sweet lime from them.
EvilGoddess: That's what my mum always says "Make people happy by writing whatever they want, but only if they offer you strange yummy candy in return!" okay so maybe she doesn't, but I wrote that anyways and.. .. er yes I can't think of anything so I think I'll just keep writing now.
Okay see how pathetic that was??? Right more, plz! I wanna know if I'm being read even if you don't appreciate it and I think I've said this often enough so you know the drill....
Chapter 8 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo pulled together the strands of courage he found into a tight little ball, trying to find the strength he didn't think he had to admit 3 words, but suddenly, it just came out.
"Heero.. .... . I ... I love you." He gazed into shocked, overwhelmed- looking eyes staring back. Taking the Japanese man's look to be one of revulsion, he quickly started in on his story. If he was going to be rejected, he wanted Heero to hear his whole story from the beginning.
" I was about 8, I think, I'm not exactly sure, age wasn't important then. All I know was that I certainly wasn't the healthiest thing on 2 legs. That's why I'm still too skinny, even after 9 years with the Gundams. I was an orphan, a street rat, an urchin, but never once was I called a human being. I had a friend, his name was Solo, and God, Heero he was the best friend the world could bring. His smile lit up even the darkest of days, but it could not save him from everything. We had a tough winter that year," Duo paused for a moment to take a rattling breath. "He got struck with a sickness. At first it was just coughing fits, spasms that shook his body. Then came the weakness in his legs. He could no longer scavenge, he was too weak. It was like that when Father Maxwell came to 'save' us. He probably did save most of us, most dirty rags like us died before we were 10. But for me, he just made a prolonged death for me, a torture, because over the next few months, Solo just got worse and worse. He started to cough up blood, faint on his bed, and it became my job to clean the blood of the sheets every morning. The first, but not the last, time my hands have been dyed red. There was nothing I could do, Sister Helen said. Tuberculosis, she said, always killed. I hit her then, hit her like she was the Devil herself. She just smiled softly from where she lay on the ground. "It's good Solo has a friend on his last days" she whispered from a bleeding lip. "It's good you'll be there for him." " Duo put his head between his knees then, rocking back and forth at the base of a large pine tree, while Heero stood, too stunned to reply. "I didn't want to believe her, I didn't. But of course, like so many other things, she was right. A month later, Solo gave up the fight. He died in his sleep, his hair pink from the crimson liquid flowing down his two cheeks. I'll never forget that day, and though he'd told me that boys don't cry, I did. I cried for everything that had happened. Nothing could make me better. Even the brightest days looked dark. Then the days stopped altogether when the church- when the church burned down. There were no survivours. You could say I did, but I don't think so. A person without a soul isn't alive." Duo looked up from his hands, looking back at Heero.
" After about 2 years, I found a new mask. A sadistic God of Death, befitting for me. I wandered around for 2 years, trying to find a reason for why I was still alive. I was about to give up when I met you. You reminded me so much of me. Always hiding, always careful, afraid of their own shadow, but never showing it. Not to mention you are really really hot." He smiled slightly there, changing the serious atmosphere to a lighter hue. "And I was still hiding from you, because YOU were the reason for me to live, and I wouldn't be able to bear it if you didn't like me, then I really would die. But now it seems like I have no choice. I love you Heero, honto ni. Will you accept me? Or am I destined to die for my love? Please, Heero, tell me." He finished, looking at the cobalt eyes looking back at him with the never-ending coldness. Sighing, he threw his eyes back down to lock on a tattered leaf on the ground. It never failed, did it? He could pour out his whole life to this stoic pilot and it still would seem like he was talking to a brick wall. He might as well have just stayed silent, just like all the rest of the time. Who'd ever listen to a baka, a worthless street urchin. He'd might as well just crawl into a corner and-
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as a hand felt its way around to the front of his face, whirling him around to face a silent man with deep blue eyes. And he thought, just for a moment, a glimmer of understanding, and of.. .. Love? Once again he was taken by surprise as the soft lips of his dreams grabbed him up in a soul-searing kiss. "I'm not too good at words you see, but I'll try to tell you what I feel for you anyways."
"What are you talking about? You have beautiful poetry and songs and stories all around here. ."
"Yes, but when I'm around you, it seems to be completely different. I- I can't find words that seem proper for you. You make me feel alive, open to the world, protected yet vulnerable, strong.. .. yet weak. You have made me care, to feel joy, to feel sorrow. You have made me human." He looked at the smaller boy, this time letting his emotions flow out, all of the joys and pains of his life. Duo gasped at the sheer intensity of it all, and Heero took that moment to move closer to the American, wrapping his arms lightly around his waist, placing a more chaste kiss on the rosebuds of Duo's mouth. Slowly the lips upturned in a slight smile. He could get used to this... ..
TBC.....
Okay, is that a bad cliffie or a bad cliffie??? Okay, if you wants the lemon, you gots ta review, k?? I'm not trying to press anything
Wufei: Yes you are
DK: No I'm not..
W: Yes.
DK: ::looks around suspiciously:: who told you? What people sent you to me??
W: Okay.. I think I'm just going to leave this baka onna to her own devices.
DK: Good. ^_^ Lemon next chappie!!! Until then.... ja ne!