Disclaimer-NOTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! Im so cornie!
~Life aint no bowl of Cherries~
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It was around midnight. A freak storm had moved in. Damn newscasters. Who says meteorology is a science… it's more like playing the lottery…
"HEY HEERO!" Duo banged on the wall of his room; the thin barrier that separated the psychotic zero pilot from his loud-mouthed, trigger-happy partner. "HEY! I'M TALKIN' TO YOU! D'YOU HEAR SOMETHIN' OUTSIDE!?"
"Yeah fucktard its called the wind." The acidic reply came.
Rain was beating hard on the rickety panes of glass. It was cold. Damn it was cold. Duo felt his bangs get goose bumps. The precipitation was powerless to the cold breath of ice as it froze in little streaks down the once transparent sheet. It resembled tear drops staining a face.
"I CAN'T SLEEP!" Duo grabbed a pillow and plopped it over his face laying his hand on top as if to smoother himself into a subconscious state.
"Maxwell, I WILL come over there with a baseball bat and * put * you to sleep."
"Never mind…sleeping."
From the front of the house, the door rattled more harshly. Hair in a messy brown clump from restlessness, Duo sat up on his spring-bed mattress.
Another bang resonated. This one sounding like someone's fists pounding.
Squinting through the darkness, as if it would make any difference, the unbraided one threw his feet over the side of the bed and began his drunken-like stumbling through his room.
A few more strikes on the rickety wood came as the pilot approached it tiredly. He rubbed his eyes.
::Shouldn't I getta pan or something just in case…Nah I live with a homicidal maniac, one more wouldn't make a difference.::
The fake brass knob twisted, clicking the lock, allowing the hinged piece of coppice to swing. Not even Shinigami could prepare himself for what he saw.
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