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Oi, gomen, for taking forever and a freaking year to write this I was having major trouble in the writing department. Whether you wish to believe me or not -- I really haven't written anything until about two months ago -- even then I was still having trouble with this. Anyway that's NO excuse -- and I know I've lost valuable readers ___ GOMEN!!!
Thanks to all those who reviewed in the past --- it's really REALLY thanks to all your reviewing that I've kept trying to write this part over and over again. So in your honor I give you Part 11. Totally dedicated to:
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Thank you all so much for reviewing (and some of you -- a lot of you -- for reviewing more than once.) I know, I know -- you guess are like you honor us with something THIS short, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? Hahaha -- but that only means the next part will come out sooner -- with any hope.)
Ah, enjoy the teaser of a teaser while my brain recovers from overuse… and plans out the next part.
Meet Me Half Way
Part 11 ~ Something's Poisoned Our Water
"One," I pronounced the single word clearly and loudly, a grin twitching at my lips. "Two," pause, "Three… Four." Each number followed by a second of silence. With this tactic I'd only have to count a short way through the number line; it made it easier for Heero too… he seemed to be having trouble with any number above ten. "Five… Six… Seven." My eyes were covered, and I was facing he wall of the rec room; you remember right? The room Hee-chan and I could go to play in or sometimes Heero would have rehab-ish things in here (such as interacting with other patients). I could actually hear Heero running to his hiding spot this time (prior he'd been absolutely silent and it had taken me fifteen minutes of actual searching on my part to find him) and an uncharacteristic giggle as if he was quite sure I'd never find him this time. I shook my head to keep from laughing myself. "Eight… NineTen! Ready or not, here I come!" I shouted cheerfully, turning around to face the room.
I took one step and promptly ran into something rather hard: "Oww!" I reached down to rub the pain out of my shin.
I suppose I should tell you how that we'd added a little bonus rule to make things more exciting (or challenging in my case). No eyes. I wasn't allowed to open my eyes even after counting -- due to the fact that if I did… I could quite easily spot Heero "hiding" behind a lamp half his size.
I heard Heero laugh again, presuming about me running into whatever the heck this obstacle was. My head snapped at the noise (probably from spending too much time as a Gundam Pilot), and he was instantly quiet. But he wasn't quick enough. A predatory grin spread over my features, and I moved (a little more carefully) towards the direction of the -- now silenced -- laughter.
Scuttling.
"Heero, no moving now! That's hardly fair!" I laughed out, hands waving in front of me.
And quite suddenly I ran into something again. An almost silent "Oooph!" escaped from my lips, as I straightened in confusion. That's weird… this thing that I had run into didn't feel like at it…. It felt more like a person -- maybe I had misjudged how far away Heero had been from me. I was more than a little confused, but I didn't open my eyes -- learning from past mistakes.
"Heero? You okay?" I laughed albeit nervously, as I reached out to him, placing a hand to his shoulder.
Sometimes Heero would space out in the middle of doing something. Almost as if he had a feeble grasp on his mind before the accident and was trying to reel it back in, but the look would always dissipate after a few minutes, and he'd snap out of it.
And other times, he was "just chec - cing" to see if I was "chea'ing" as he said, which roughly meant he was a sore loser when I had caught him fair 'n square. (If I opened my eyes during those times -- well, then I'd be labeled as a "chea'er" for the rest of the day ---- and I don't mind telling you right now, that is the makings of a serious headache.)
Thus I kept my eyes tightly shut as I spoke so there would be no confusion as to who was cheating or not.
But he strangely didn't answer -- instead opting for pressing his lips against mine. It was a different kind of kiss than anything previous we had shared, more demanding, but as normal my hair tangled around us, catching in my hands that encircled him almost instantaneously so I wouldn't fall -- still didn't want to be labeled as a "chea'er", mind you.
Wait… in my hands? Tangled in my hands -- my own hair? That's not right… something was definitely wrong about that, and as soon as I thought it I realized a million of other things that weren't right about the kiss. The angle for one. I mean, yes, Heero's taller than me… but by no means was he quite as taller as he seemed now. And the hands … were strangely alien --- they were no longer as large… as gentle… or as shy. Heero had never tasted of ginger before… but right now he did.
I felt my brow furrow, and I began to pull away -- but the hands held me with an aggression that didn't seem to fit. From across the room I heard the familiarity of Heero's voice crying out in anguish, and foot steps storming from the room. My eyes flew open as my senses slammed into my brain --- I wasn't kissing Heero! I had to wrench myself from this stranger's grasp. Falling back a step I felt my eyes widen at the horror that was before me.
Standing in a suit that must have cost more money that I would ever see in my life time or the next with long silky strands of platinum hair, Miliardo Peacecraft grinned at me; his blue eyes sparkled in the fading light of the day.
For what seemed like forever I could only gape and swallow, inching away from him… but he insisted silently on following.
"Whaddave you done!?" I hissed as I regained my voice; the true horror of what had happened sinking into me like thick, staining blood into a cherished wedding dress. My eyes were tearing and I could only imagine what Heero felt.
"Oh, now, come, Maxwell. Don't throw a tantrum here, you know quite as well as I do you were enjoying yourself to the tee." He gave me a wolfish smile, and I felt sick.
~tbc~
Thanks for reading -- and yes, I do realize it's shorter than an inch. Perhaps you should review an urge/encourage me to write longer parts, ne? Or perhaps you could help me decide what should happen next?
Duo run to confront Heero on the horrible misunderstanding
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Miliardo continues in his predatorily games
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More trouble in the realm of Heero and his recovery
