Angel: *launches self at Duo* Bishi!
Duo: What's up with you?
Sage: Hm. Let me count the things..
Yaten: I can think of a few.
Angel: Thanks the three reviews of my last chapter. Damn me and my lousy
schedule. Now I bet Fireball won't give me the Duo-plushy. *Starts to cry*
Duo: Um. Aren't I better?
Angel: *stops crying* Bishi!
Sage: Ja ne.
Yaten: Enjoy.
My Life, No Yours.
It was strange. Hotaru looked at herself, well not herself, but this Duo person. His hands, his feet, and his face: all his. All she had was her mind, and Hotaru thought she must have been loosing that too. The man named Quatra came in with tea. He set the tray down and gave her a weak smile.
"Are you alright?" He asked in soft voice.
"I don't know." Hotaru replied. "This is all too weird. How? Why? What happened? I don't understand." Quatra put a hand on her shoulder.
"We'll figure this out. There's so much to be said about this world, and the mysteries it holds. Don't worry something good is bound to happen." With that and a smile he left her alone again.
"Who am I now? Me? Or him? What kind of twisted game are the fates playing on me now?" Hotaru sighed.
"Are you sure you're not Duo-going-insane?" A cool but soft voice asked. Hotaru spun around and faced Heero Yuy.
"Yes I'm pretty sure. Else I'd know what to do in this body. And I can tell you now, I don't!"
He chuckled, "You sound like Duo." He said. "Though you're not. Their differences in the way you think and act. It's strange. And it's hard picturing you as a girl, I mean with the way you are now." (An: *dies* He spoke. And he chuckled. I'm going to faint then die, and then faint again!)
Hotaru sighed, "Hai." She glanced in the mirror. "Did Duo ever do his hair differently?"
Heero blinked, "Um. no."
"Can I?"
"..."
"K." She giggled and went to undoing Duo's sacred braid. (An: Oh no, Taru's playing with the hair. I wanna be her!) In a matter of seconds she'd done it up in three buns and was starting to search around the room for something. She spun back to Heero, "Got any chopsticks?"
Heero started at her. No him. No, whatever, and pointed to the kitchen. Hotaru ran into the room and started searching through draws until she came upon the desired items. She then stuck them in the middle bun crisscrossed and smiled triumphantly.
Wufei, who'd been sitting at the kitchen table, started at her. "Oh hi." She said with a small smile. "I like warring my hair like this." She explained. Wufei just nodded, dumbfounded.
"Aren't you going to call me Wu-man?" He asked. He still didn't quite believe she was who she said she was.
"Only if you want me too." Hotaru said.
"Miss Hotaru?" Quatra asked, coming into the room, "What are you so happy about?"
"I thought I'd make the best out of what's happened." She sighed, "Even though the Fates are evil." She plunked down into a chair, "Wait!" She sprung back up, knocking the chair over. "The fates! I'll go talk to the fates!"
Trowa and Heero had come when the crash had sounded and now all four boys stared at her, "Are you sure you're not insane?" Wufei asked.
"Not sure at all." She smiled cheerfully and skipped to Duo's room.
(An: I'm not going to do much of Duo's pov, he's living with the outers and trying to live though they're not sure they like him. And he tied up Hotaru's gorgeous waist length hair into two braids. Lol..)
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Two Weeks Later...
Hotaru trudged into the living room after dressing. She still hadn't quite gotten used to the idea of washing and dressing, she avoided looking down as much as possible. Wufei and Heero were sitting on the couch. Heero was typing vigorously at his laptop and Wufei was shining his katana.
Over the last weeks, she'd gotten used to the routine and fit to it. She liked all the boys, so it was easy to get along. They were now her friends, even though she still found the whole reason they'd become friends weird. Though, her best friend, by far, was Wufei.
It was strange, but she liked him. He was like an older brother. And he was very protective. Life went on, and Hotaru accepted the fact she might have to live like this forever, though she didn't like the idea.
As time passed, she learned more and more about the person she was living as. Duo Maxwell. And one night, she'd found his diary. And even though her conscience had been irked, she'd read it. And she found herself crying from his words. Her heart went out to the man who was lost, like herself.
He called himself the god of death, her opposite. Did he know that about her? Did wonder? Did he lye awake at night wondering what would have happened if they'd have met face to face instead of being so far away?
Was he falling in love with her as she was with him?
My Life, No Yours.
It was strange. Hotaru looked at herself, well not herself, but this Duo person. His hands, his feet, and his face: all his. All she had was her mind, and Hotaru thought she must have been loosing that too. The man named Quatra came in with tea. He set the tray down and gave her a weak smile.
"Are you alright?" He asked in soft voice.
"I don't know." Hotaru replied. "This is all too weird. How? Why? What happened? I don't understand." Quatra put a hand on her shoulder.
"We'll figure this out. There's so much to be said about this world, and the mysteries it holds. Don't worry something good is bound to happen." With that and a smile he left her alone again.
"Who am I now? Me? Or him? What kind of twisted game are the fates playing on me now?" Hotaru sighed.
"Are you sure you're not Duo-going-insane?" A cool but soft voice asked. Hotaru spun around and faced Heero Yuy.
"Yes I'm pretty sure. Else I'd know what to do in this body. And I can tell you now, I don't!"
He chuckled, "You sound like Duo." He said. "Though you're not. Their differences in the way you think and act. It's strange. And it's hard picturing you as a girl, I mean with the way you are now." (An: *dies* He spoke. And he chuckled. I'm going to faint then die, and then faint again!)
Hotaru sighed, "Hai." She glanced in the mirror. "Did Duo ever do his hair differently?"
Heero blinked, "Um. no."
"Can I?"
"..."
"K." She giggled and went to undoing Duo's sacred braid. (An: Oh no, Taru's playing with the hair. I wanna be her!) In a matter of seconds she'd done it up in three buns and was starting to search around the room for something. She spun back to Heero, "Got any chopsticks?"
Heero started at her. No him. No, whatever, and pointed to the kitchen. Hotaru ran into the room and started searching through draws until she came upon the desired items. She then stuck them in the middle bun crisscrossed and smiled triumphantly.
Wufei, who'd been sitting at the kitchen table, started at her. "Oh hi." She said with a small smile. "I like warring my hair like this." She explained. Wufei just nodded, dumbfounded.
"Aren't you going to call me Wu-man?" He asked. He still didn't quite believe she was who she said she was.
"Only if you want me too." Hotaru said.
"Miss Hotaru?" Quatra asked, coming into the room, "What are you so happy about?"
"I thought I'd make the best out of what's happened." She sighed, "Even though the Fates are evil." She plunked down into a chair, "Wait!" She sprung back up, knocking the chair over. "The fates! I'll go talk to the fates!"
Trowa and Heero had come when the crash had sounded and now all four boys stared at her, "Are you sure you're not insane?" Wufei asked.
"Not sure at all." She smiled cheerfully and skipped to Duo's room.
(An: I'm not going to do much of Duo's pov, he's living with the outers and trying to live though they're not sure they like him. And he tied up Hotaru's gorgeous waist length hair into two braids. Lol..)
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Two Weeks Later...
Hotaru trudged into the living room after dressing. She still hadn't quite gotten used to the idea of washing and dressing, she avoided looking down as much as possible. Wufei and Heero were sitting on the couch. Heero was typing vigorously at his laptop and Wufei was shining his katana.
Over the last weeks, she'd gotten used to the routine and fit to it. She liked all the boys, so it was easy to get along. They were now her friends, even though she still found the whole reason they'd become friends weird. Though, her best friend, by far, was Wufei.
It was strange, but she liked him. He was like an older brother. And he was very protective. Life went on, and Hotaru accepted the fact she might have to live like this forever, though she didn't like the idea.
As time passed, she learned more and more about the person she was living as. Duo Maxwell. And one night, she'd found his diary. And even though her conscience had been irked, she'd read it. And she found herself crying from his words. Her heart went out to the man who was lost, like herself.
He called himself the god of death, her opposite. Did he know that about her? Did wonder? Did he lye awake at night wondering what would have happened if they'd have met face to face instead of being so far away?
Was he falling in love with her as she was with him?