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Grinning Reaper: Hi! Just a quick note before we start…sorry it took me so long to post…I was having technical difficulties… okay, here ya go! And please r&r…
Chapter Three:
This Thing Called Human
My eyes open slowly to an unfamiliar ceiling. The Guest Room, the Guest Room that used to be a basement? Why was I here? I hear a small noise and I look down. Quatre. He is lying with his hand on my stomach and his ear over my heart. I'm aware that it's morning. Barely sunrise. Why do I feel this strange with him? I'm a Perfect Soldier! I'm not supposed to feel! I remember what Quatre had screamed at me when I told him something like that. He said that I should give being human a chance. I also remembered he hit me pretty hard. I allow myself a small smile as my hand leaves his back to touch my jaw. It was sore. Most likely bruised too. I then remember everything else that had happened: I had kissed him. There were more kisses after that as we half stumbled half walked in to this very room. (We were more concerned with getting our clothes off than bumping into things; I think we might have actually broken a vase.) I'm still not quite sure how we made it down the stairs. But that's as far as I'll go for now.
What baffles me is that I enjoy his company much more than I do Relena's. But they're so much alike. They're both passive, they both are blonde (Quatre's hair is lighter though. A shade rarely seen on anyone over the age of three. Fairytale blonde…someone…used to call it) both of them have blue eyes. (Though Quatre's have a strange shade of turquoise to them and when he wears certain clothing, they can look more green or blue or even sometimes grey. I've not been looking at him much I just notice detail. Really.) But in a strange explicable way there is a mile of difference between them.
He's very affectionate, which will take time for me to get used to. His eyes flicker and his lips start to move. He's waking up. His eyelids come up halfway.
"Is it morning yet, Heero?" He asked as he rubbed his eye with a fist.
"Is the sun rising?" I ask smirking. He stifles a little yawn.
"Dun wanna open my eyes. 'M sleepy…" he replies and buries his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I let my thumb rub his cheek for a few moments. His eyes open all the way after a short time. He blinks several times in succession. His eyelashes are long and they tickle my neck. I feel a tugging sensation at the corners of my mouth.
"It's almost time for the others to get up isn't it Heero?" Quatre asks. I thought for a moment. My internal clock was telling me that it was about seven-ten in the morning. It's rare that Duo gets up before nine and Wufei doesn't like to be alone so we most likely had a few hours to kill.
"Not quite yet." I reply.
"Oh." Quatre says quietly. I gaze heavenward. What was Quatre doing here with me anyways? He was too…nice to be with me. It seemed odd.
//Don't question it.// A voice in the back of my mind says. For once I pay attention to the voice and stop thinking. We're both quiet for quite a long time, then, Quatre (being a morning person) decides to make breakfast, so we shower, dress, and go into the kitchen. He pads over to the stove and begins to make chocolate chip pancakes. Cooking sweet things is his specialty, according to Trowa.
"Think I should try to make them into animal shapes or not?" Quatre asks looking over his shoulder. He's wearing pristine white pajamas that look to be several sizes too big for him. Again, I notice detail. I shrug.
"Hn." He smiles.
"I think that's a marvelous idea!" He gets out the gingerbread man cookie cutter that he bought last Christmas. "I'll make them shaped like little people." He says as he beings to stir the batter, poking his tongue out of the side of his mouth as he does so. "It's awfully thick." He mutters. I walk up behind him, put my hands over his and stir with him. "Oh, so you're gonna be my helper huh?" I nod. We stir the batter for a little while and I kiss his neck a few times, his skin tastes like peaches. He poured a few spoonfuls of batter into the pan. He stands patiently with a spatula in his hand and waited for the pancakes to cook. I wrap my arms around his waist. (I've never noticed how tiny he is until now.)
"I just noticed that someone washed the dishes and put away the shards of glass from the plate I broke." He said leaning his head against my shoulder. I had a more than perfect view of his neck. Would he stop showing me his neck like that?!? He has no idea how perfect and smooth and pale his skin looks.
"Hn," I said thoughtfully. "Must have been Duo." I couldn't help it. I started sucking on the soft skin of his exposed shoulder. He squirmed a little.
"Your pancakes are gonna burn if you don't do something about them." I said after a little while.
"O-oh, right." Quatre flipped the pancakes and before too long had a small pile of them on a platter.
"You're not hungry?" he asked. I shook my head. I usually don't eat breakfast I might later though. I've never had pancakes before. It wasn't long before I was kissing his mouth again. Wasn't this how it started in the first place? In the kitchen?
"I smell pancakes!" A voice cried as someone bounded down the stairs. Damn you, Duo. Out of instinct, we both jump at least five feet apart, and not a moment too soon because Shingami was soon in the kitchen (with Wufei who was standing in the doorway) and helping himself to a mountain of pancakes on a plate. Even Wufei had a couple.
"Did you guys sleep well?" Duo asked. Quatre was lucky he was turned around; he was so red it was a wonder that his hair hadn't caught on fire.
"Yeah," he said, "what about you guys?"
"You know I did. I sleep like a corpse." Duo said grinning. He always acts like he's so happy. Sometimes it feels like nothing ever happened to him or Wufei or any of us. Like Trowa is upstairs getting dressed and he'll be down any minute. It's not true though. Duo had said once that he acted so happy so he wouldn't make anyone else sad. Which doesn't make sense altogether, but in a way it does.
"These're real good Quat!" Duo helps himself to another five or so. Wufei silently stands and puts his dishes in the sink.
"You don't want any more Fei?" Duo asks curiously. Wufei shakes his head and returns to the table. Quatre turns slightly and eyes me.
"What about you Heero?" I shrug and put a few on my plate. Quatre smiles and goes back to cooking. I grab his wrist and sit him down at the table.
"You need to eat too." I said and gave him a plate.
"I…" he began.
"No excuses." I said glaring. Quatre smiled and took a bite.
"Mm-mm."
"Put syrup on yours Heero, it tastes better." Duo advised.
"That's too sweet for my liking." Quatre wrinkled his little nose and poured himself some tea. I cut off a piece of the humanoid-shaped breakfast food and put it in my mouth. Not too bad. I drink some of my milk. Wufei begins to play with the salt and peppershakers, from the looks of things he's making them fight. The pepper is winning.
"You have a milk mustache Heero. Here." Quatre hands me a napkin. Duo smirks.
"I dunno, I think he should keep it. After all, he'll never have any real facial hair." He says rubbing his own stubbly chin. I smirk.
"Shut up Duo." He falls off his chair in mock disbelief.
"God in Heaven Above!" he gasped. "He speaks!"
"You don't believe in God, remember?" I remind him. He sits up.
"Oh yeah." Quatre laughs and Wufei makes the salt 'kick' the pepper, continuing to have his little seasoning war, completely lost in his own strange little world.
"Idiot." I steal one of Duo's syrup soaked pancakes. You know, maybe there is something to this thing called human after all.
Grinning Reaper: ACK!!! Noooooo! I didn't mean to make that fluffy and sappy!!! Can you all forgive me!!!?????
Sorrow: No! BUUUUUUUUUURN!!!!!
Wufei: Salt and peppershakers?
Grinning Reaper: You're a psycho all right?!? You do weird things!!!
Heero: Why did you make me all…girly…?
Grinning Reaper: It was the pancakes!!! My mom made chocolate chip pancakes!!! Never try to write angst on a stomach full of pancakes!!!
Duo: Well the rest of the story's all depressing so you need a funny chapter… Grinning Reaper: I didn't intend to have a happy chapter!!! ::beats herself over the head until she's unconscious::
Quatre: Uhh… Reaper-chan? Uh-oh…
Trowa: She'll wake up…eventually…
Grinning Reaper: Hi! Just a quick note before we start…sorry it took me so long to post…I was having technical difficulties… okay, here ya go! And please r&r…
Chapter Three:
This Thing Called Human
My eyes open slowly to an unfamiliar ceiling. The Guest Room, the Guest Room that used to be a basement? Why was I here? I hear a small noise and I look down. Quatre. He is lying with his hand on my stomach and his ear over my heart. I'm aware that it's morning. Barely sunrise. Why do I feel this strange with him? I'm a Perfect Soldier! I'm not supposed to feel! I remember what Quatre had screamed at me when I told him something like that. He said that I should give being human a chance. I also remembered he hit me pretty hard. I allow myself a small smile as my hand leaves his back to touch my jaw. It was sore. Most likely bruised too. I then remember everything else that had happened: I had kissed him. There were more kisses after that as we half stumbled half walked in to this very room. (We were more concerned with getting our clothes off than bumping into things; I think we might have actually broken a vase.) I'm still not quite sure how we made it down the stairs. But that's as far as I'll go for now.
What baffles me is that I enjoy his company much more than I do Relena's. But they're so much alike. They're both passive, they both are blonde (Quatre's hair is lighter though. A shade rarely seen on anyone over the age of three. Fairytale blonde…someone…used to call it) both of them have blue eyes. (Though Quatre's have a strange shade of turquoise to them and when he wears certain clothing, they can look more green or blue or even sometimes grey. I've not been looking at him much I just notice detail. Really.) But in a strange explicable way there is a mile of difference between them.
He's very affectionate, which will take time for me to get used to. His eyes flicker and his lips start to move. He's waking up. His eyelids come up halfway.
"Is it morning yet, Heero?" He asked as he rubbed his eye with a fist.
"Is the sun rising?" I ask smirking. He stifles a little yawn.
"Dun wanna open my eyes. 'M sleepy…" he replies and buries his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I let my thumb rub his cheek for a few moments. His eyes open all the way after a short time. He blinks several times in succession. His eyelashes are long and they tickle my neck. I feel a tugging sensation at the corners of my mouth.
"It's almost time for the others to get up isn't it Heero?" Quatre asks. I thought for a moment. My internal clock was telling me that it was about seven-ten in the morning. It's rare that Duo gets up before nine and Wufei doesn't like to be alone so we most likely had a few hours to kill.
"Not quite yet." I reply.
"Oh." Quatre says quietly. I gaze heavenward. What was Quatre doing here with me anyways? He was too…nice to be with me. It seemed odd.
//Don't question it.// A voice in the back of my mind says. For once I pay attention to the voice and stop thinking. We're both quiet for quite a long time, then, Quatre (being a morning person) decides to make breakfast, so we shower, dress, and go into the kitchen. He pads over to the stove and begins to make chocolate chip pancakes. Cooking sweet things is his specialty, according to Trowa.
"Think I should try to make them into animal shapes or not?" Quatre asks looking over his shoulder. He's wearing pristine white pajamas that look to be several sizes too big for him. Again, I notice detail. I shrug.
"Hn." He smiles.
"I think that's a marvelous idea!" He gets out the gingerbread man cookie cutter that he bought last Christmas. "I'll make them shaped like little people." He says as he beings to stir the batter, poking his tongue out of the side of his mouth as he does so. "It's awfully thick." He mutters. I walk up behind him, put my hands over his and stir with him. "Oh, so you're gonna be my helper huh?" I nod. We stir the batter for a little while and I kiss his neck a few times, his skin tastes like peaches. He poured a few spoonfuls of batter into the pan. He stands patiently with a spatula in his hand and waited for the pancakes to cook. I wrap my arms around his waist. (I've never noticed how tiny he is until now.)
"I just noticed that someone washed the dishes and put away the shards of glass from the plate I broke." He said leaning his head against my shoulder. I had a more than perfect view of his neck. Would he stop showing me his neck like that?!? He has no idea how perfect and smooth and pale his skin looks.
"Hn," I said thoughtfully. "Must have been Duo." I couldn't help it. I started sucking on the soft skin of his exposed shoulder. He squirmed a little.
"Your pancakes are gonna burn if you don't do something about them." I said after a little while.
"O-oh, right." Quatre flipped the pancakes and before too long had a small pile of them on a platter.
"You're not hungry?" he asked. I shook my head. I usually don't eat breakfast I might later though. I've never had pancakes before. It wasn't long before I was kissing his mouth again. Wasn't this how it started in the first place? In the kitchen?
"I smell pancakes!" A voice cried as someone bounded down the stairs. Damn you, Duo. Out of instinct, we both jump at least five feet apart, and not a moment too soon because Shingami was soon in the kitchen (with Wufei who was standing in the doorway) and helping himself to a mountain of pancakes on a plate. Even Wufei had a couple.
"Did you guys sleep well?" Duo asked. Quatre was lucky he was turned around; he was so red it was a wonder that his hair hadn't caught on fire.
"Yeah," he said, "what about you guys?"
"You know I did. I sleep like a corpse." Duo said grinning. He always acts like he's so happy. Sometimes it feels like nothing ever happened to him or Wufei or any of us. Like Trowa is upstairs getting dressed and he'll be down any minute. It's not true though. Duo had said once that he acted so happy so he wouldn't make anyone else sad. Which doesn't make sense altogether, but in a way it does.
"These're real good Quat!" Duo helps himself to another five or so. Wufei silently stands and puts his dishes in the sink.
"You don't want any more Fei?" Duo asks curiously. Wufei shakes his head and returns to the table. Quatre turns slightly and eyes me.
"What about you Heero?" I shrug and put a few on my plate. Quatre smiles and goes back to cooking. I grab his wrist and sit him down at the table.
"You need to eat too." I said and gave him a plate.
"I…" he began.
"No excuses." I said glaring. Quatre smiled and took a bite.
"Mm-mm."
"Put syrup on yours Heero, it tastes better." Duo advised.
"That's too sweet for my liking." Quatre wrinkled his little nose and poured himself some tea. I cut off a piece of the humanoid-shaped breakfast food and put it in my mouth. Not too bad. I drink some of my milk. Wufei begins to play with the salt and peppershakers, from the looks of things he's making them fight. The pepper is winning.
"You have a milk mustache Heero. Here." Quatre hands me a napkin. Duo smirks.
"I dunno, I think he should keep it. After all, he'll never have any real facial hair." He says rubbing his own stubbly chin. I smirk.
"Shut up Duo." He falls off his chair in mock disbelief.
"God in Heaven Above!" he gasped. "He speaks!"
"You don't believe in God, remember?" I remind him. He sits up.
"Oh yeah." Quatre laughs and Wufei makes the salt 'kick' the pepper, continuing to have his little seasoning war, completely lost in his own strange little world.
"Idiot." I steal one of Duo's syrup soaked pancakes. You know, maybe there is something to this thing called human after all.
Grinning Reaper: ACK!!! Noooooo! I didn't mean to make that fluffy and sappy!!! Can you all forgive me!!!?????
Sorrow: No! BUUUUUUUUUURN!!!!!
Wufei: Salt and peppershakers?
Grinning Reaper: You're a psycho all right?!? You do weird things!!!
Heero: Why did you make me all…girly…?
Grinning Reaper: It was the pancakes!!! My mom made chocolate chip pancakes!!! Never try to write angst on a stomach full of pancakes!!!
Duo: Well the rest of the story's all depressing so you need a funny chapter… Grinning Reaper: I didn't intend to have a happy chapter!!! ::beats herself over the head until she's unconscious::
Quatre: Uhh… Reaper-chan? Uh-oh…
Trowa: She'll wake up…eventually…