Authoress' Notes: This is one of the weirdest fanfics I have ever written.
I think this is so strange......
I have to thank my friend Shushi, who gave me my inspiration, and literally gave me the plot. Thanks, my dear friend!!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, and it's original artist.
What I Should Have Done (But Didn't Do) By Birdie
There's this road near where I live, and it's full of homeless people. The road is crowded, messy and disorganised. It's called "Mill Road". The hoboes on the street are also crowded, messy and disorganised. They suit each other.
Me and Meiran pass Mill Road almost once a week, while we do our shopping. We get harassed by homeless people almost every time.
But there was something about him...that man...he seemed different from all the others...not physically anyway, and certainly not mentally, but there's something about his presence.
"Excuse me," he said in a low, gruff voice as he sat on the pavement, his old greyhound dog on his lap. "Do you have any spare change?"
Meiran didn't cast him a glance, and carried on walking. But for some reason, I stopped and turned.
He looked like the other hoboes, messy, disorganised and I SWEAR I saw lice jumping off that dog. But I dug into my pocket, and I gave him a few spare change. Not a lot, but it was enough to buy a sandwich or something.
Meiran turned as she realised I was not walking beside her. "Wufei, c'mon." she called. I turned to her, then turned back to the hobo.
"Hey, thanks." He smiled, and flashed his big, yellow teeth at me. I nodded, and ran back to Meiran's side.
Meiran grabbed my arm and pulled me down the road. She glared at me, but said nothing. I just stared at her blankly.
When we were back home, putting the groceries into the fridge, she started to rant on like my mother.
"I can't believe you did that!" Meiran was saying, waving the jar of pickles around as she was talking.
As I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, she cut me short.
"What's with you, Wufei?" she snapped. "Is there something special about that guy? Huh??"
I shut the cupboard, also keeping my mouth shut. I have learnt, from experience, not to say anything whilst Meiran was on a rant. I wasn't usually scared of women, but I can openly admit, Meiran sometimes scared the crap out of me. "......" was all I said.
My wife sighed, she put down the pickle jar and turned to me. "Sometimes, I just don't understand you." She muttered.
"........."
~*~
The next day, I wobbled sleepily downstairs to the kitchen, hungry for breakfast. I checked the cupboard, but the cereal wasn't there. Then I realised we forgot to buy the cereal for breakfast yesterday.
"Ah, crap." I muttered. I looking around the fridge for anything else that was edible, but somehow, I didn't feel like eating them. All I wanted to eat was cereal.
So, I ran upstairs, got dressed, grabbed my wallet and ran out to buy my damned cereal. As I passed Mill Road, that hobo was there.
"Hey!" he saw me and smiled. "Do you have some more change?" he implored, and the dog beside him whimpered pitifully.
I sighed, looking around suspicious, as if Meiran was there, watching me. But I knew she wasn't, so I threw him a few coins.
He nodded in thanks. I nodded back again, and ran to the local supermarket. I strategically planned it so that I didn't have to pass him when I come back.
~*~
Somehow, I seem to pass that hobo every-time I go to Mill Road. One day, I was catching the bus, but I came about 5 minutes early. So, I stood there, waiting.
"Come, sit with me," came a voice. I turned; it was him. "Come here, boy."
I gulped, thanking God Meiran wasn't there. But I shook my head. "I want to stand." I mumbled.
He shrugged. "Suit yourself," he grinned at me, his yellow teeth in full view. The greyhound mimicked it's master, showing me it's equally yellow canines. "Hey, thanks."
I blinked in confusion. "Thanks for what?"
"For giving me money, of course," he said. Suddenly, from under his coat, he pulled out a bottle of whisky. He opened it and took a hearty gulp. "Ahh..." he sighed in satisfaction. He turned to me again. "Before you came, I would never have enough money for this."
"..." I said. I looked around, to see if anyone was watching. I didn't want to see like those weird people who hang around homeless people and bring them cans of beer.
"I'm Bill." He said suddenly.
I jumped in surprised. "Huh?" I said. Calming down, I nodded. "Hello Bill." I said.
Bill patted the dog beside him. "This is Derrick." He introduced. The dog barked at me. I looked at Derrick in acknowledgement.
Bill raised an eyebrow at me. "So, got any spare change?" he said, hinting.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine." I was just about to pull out some spare money, when Meiran came running over.
"WUFEI!!!" she screamed. "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!"
I paused in my action. My heart was at my throat. This was ever more scary than when I got suspended from my primary school.
Meiran came over and grabbed me by the collar. "I thought I told you not to give any money to these people!!!" she shouted.
"Hey, calm down!" Bill tried to say. "The kid's just doing a nice deed."
"SHUT UP YOU!!!" Meiran screamed in his direction. Derrick gave a scared yelp and hid behind it's master.
"Meiran!" I said, putting my hand on top of hers. "Stop shouting! You've even scared that poor dog!"
Meiran glared at me. "Stop giving money to homeless people." She hissed, just loud enough for Bill to hear.
I was saved by the bus, which just pulled to the stop. "Ooh! Bus!" I said, about to run over.
"What about my change?" Bill call after me.
I turned to him, and gave him a pitiful look. "Sorry..." I mumbled, and climbed on the bus. I took a window-seat whilst Meiran was sitting in the seat behind me. I turned to face the glass.
I saw Bill, he was sipping his whiskey. He was glaring at Meiran's direction, and pure hatred was in his eyes. I sighed, turning away. I should have given him the money then, but I didn't.
~*~
That night, Meiran suddenly announce she was going to a party. She was already putting on her coat whilst she was saying this.
I blinked, putting down my book. "Huh? Why didn't you say this earlier?" I asked.
She pulled up her gloves. "I wasn't planning on going," she said between gritted teeth. "But I need to forget your behaviour from today, so I'm going after all."
I shrugged. For my own safety, I did not argue. "Which party?" I called as she opened the door.
"Treize's." she said simply, shutting the door.
/Humph, typical/ I thought. I should have stopped her from wasting her time right then and there, but I didn't.
I didn't give her a second thought. I yawned, and walked upstairs for bed.
~*~
Sunlight crept through the thin curtains and onto my face. I frowned and twitched in mild annoyance. I gave a yawn and stretched.
"Meiran, how was the party?" I muttered, turning to her by my side. I opened my eyes, and blinked.
Meiran wasn't there.
I blinked again. "Meiran?" I called, hoping she was in the bathroom or something. But there was no answer. "Meiran?" I called again.
I jumped out of bed, running to the bathroom. It was empty. I searched the other rooms, before going downstairs to the living-room and the kitchen. They were all empty.
She didn't come home that night. I felt a sudden panic. In a mad rush, I grabbed the phone and dialled Treize's number, but the line was engaged. Slamming the phone down, I let my head sink into my hand.
/Oh God, Meiran, where are you?/ I thought desperately.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Hahaha! I thought that putting a TBC would be annoying, so I did it! But I'm sure everyone knows what's going to happen next, so, hmmm...
For the next short story (the one after part two), I need help on the plot. So please answer this:
The story contains Zechs and Treize. There is either a haunted house and/or a vampire. Please give me an idea of a plot with those four. Thanks!
REVIEWS!!!
Lady Over: hey, thanks! I took your comment about Wufei. But I must tell you: NATAKU IS NOT FEMALE. I'm quite sure Nataku is a man, or a hermaphrodite, but I don't think it's a woman. The woman is Meiran. Is that who you meant?
PrincessCat: okay, I admit, this isn't so much horror EITHER. I'm getting the build-up! ^_^ I'll find the book as soon as I can be bothered (am very lazy). And NOT one more, there's all those other characters like Zechs and Treize.
Silent Fear: thank you! Hope you enjoy this too!
I have to thank my friend Shushi, who gave me my inspiration, and literally gave me the plot. Thanks, my dear friend!!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, and it's original artist.
What I Should Have Done (But Didn't Do) By Birdie
There's this road near where I live, and it's full of homeless people. The road is crowded, messy and disorganised. It's called "Mill Road". The hoboes on the street are also crowded, messy and disorganised. They suit each other.
Me and Meiran pass Mill Road almost once a week, while we do our shopping. We get harassed by homeless people almost every time.
But there was something about him...that man...he seemed different from all the others...not physically anyway, and certainly not mentally, but there's something about his presence.
"Excuse me," he said in a low, gruff voice as he sat on the pavement, his old greyhound dog on his lap. "Do you have any spare change?"
Meiran didn't cast him a glance, and carried on walking. But for some reason, I stopped and turned.
He looked like the other hoboes, messy, disorganised and I SWEAR I saw lice jumping off that dog. But I dug into my pocket, and I gave him a few spare change. Not a lot, but it was enough to buy a sandwich or something.
Meiran turned as she realised I was not walking beside her. "Wufei, c'mon." she called. I turned to her, then turned back to the hobo.
"Hey, thanks." He smiled, and flashed his big, yellow teeth at me. I nodded, and ran back to Meiran's side.
Meiran grabbed my arm and pulled me down the road. She glared at me, but said nothing. I just stared at her blankly.
When we were back home, putting the groceries into the fridge, she started to rant on like my mother.
"I can't believe you did that!" Meiran was saying, waving the jar of pickles around as she was talking.
As I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, she cut me short.
"What's with you, Wufei?" she snapped. "Is there something special about that guy? Huh??"
I shut the cupboard, also keeping my mouth shut. I have learnt, from experience, not to say anything whilst Meiran was on a rant. I wasn't usually scared of women, but I can openly admit, Meiran sometimes scared the crap out of me. "......" was all I said.
My wife sighed, she put down the pickle jar and turned to me. "Sometimes, I just don't understand you." She muttered.
"........."
~*~
The next day, I wobbled sleepily downstairs to the kitchen, hungry for breakfast. I checked the cupboard, but the cereal wasn't there. Then I realised we forgot to buy the cereal for breakfast yesterday.
"Ah, crap." I muttered. I looking around the fridge for anything else that was edible, but somehow, I didn't feel like eating them. All I wanted to eat was cereal.
So, I ran upstairs, got dressed, grabbed my wallet and ran out to buy my damned cereal. As I passed Mill Road, that hobo was there.
"Hey!" he saw me and smiled. "Do you have some more change?" he implored, and the dog beside him whimpered pitifully.
I sighed, looking around suspicious, as if Meiran was there, watching me. But I knew she wasn't, so I threw him a few coins.
He nodded in thanks. I nodded back again, and ran to the local supermarket. I strategically planned it so that I didn't have to pass him when I come back.
~*~
Somehow, I seem to pass that hobo every-time I go to Mill Road. One day, I was catching the bus, but I came about 5 minutes early. So, I stood there, waiting.
"Come, sit with me," came a voice. I turned; it was him. "Come here, boy."
I gulped, thanking God Meiran wasn't there. But I shook my head. "I want to stand." I mumbled.
He shrugged. "Suit yourself," he grinned at me, his yellow teeth in full view. The greyhound mimicked it's master, showing me it's equally yellow canines. "Hey, thanks."
I blinked in confusion. "Thanks for what?"
"For giving me money, of course," he said. Suddenly, from under his coat, he pulled out a bottle of whisky. He opened it and took a hearty gulp. "Ahh..." he sighed in satisfaction. He turned to me again. "Before you came, I would never have enough money for this."
"..." I said. I looked around, to see if anyone was watching. I didn't want to see like those weird people who hang around homeless people and bring them cans of beer.
"I'm Bill." He said suddenly.
I jumped in surprised. "Huh?" I said. Calming down, I nodded. "Hello Bill." I said.
Bill patted the dog beside him. "This is Derrick." He introduced. The dog barked at me. I looked at Derrick in acknowledgement.
Bill raised an eyebrow at me. "So, got any spare change?" he said, hinting.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine." I was just about to pull out some spare money, when Meiran came running over.
"WUFEI!!!" she screamed. "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!"
I paused in my action. My heart was at my throat. This was ever more scary than when I got suspended from my primary school.
Meiran came over and grabbed me by the collar. "I thought I told you not to give any money to these people!!!" she shouted.
"Hey, calm down!" Bill tried to say. "The kid's just doing a nice deed."
"SHUT UP YOU!!!" Meiran screamed in his direction. Derrick gave a scared yelp and hid behind it's master.
"Meiran!" I said, putting my hand on top of hers. "Stop shouting! You've even scared that poor dog!"
Meiran glared at me. "Stop giving money to homeless people." She hissed, just loud enough for Bill to hear.
I was saved by the bus, which just pulled to the stop. "Ooh! Bus!" I said, about to run over.
"What about my change?" Bill call after me.
I turned to him, and gave him a pitiful look. "Sorry..." I mumbled, and climbed on the bus. I took a window-seat whilst Meiran was sitting in the seat behind me. I turned to face the glass.
I saw Bill, he was sipping his whiskey. He was glaring at Meiran's direction, and pure hatred was in his eyes. I sighed, turning away. I should have given him the money then, but I didn't.
~*~
That night, Meiran suddenly announce she was going to a party. She was already putting on her coat whilst she was saying this.
I blinked, putting down my book. "Huh? Why didn't you say this earlier?" I asked.
She pulled up her gloves. "I wasn't planning on going," she said between gritted teeth. "But I need to forget your behaviour from today, so I'm going after all."
I shrugged. For my own safety, I did not argue. "Which party?" I called as she opened the door.
"Treize's." she said simply, shutting the door.
/Humph, typical/ I thought. I should have stopped her from wasting her time right then and there, but I didn't.
I didn't give her a second thought. I yawned, and walked upstairs for bed.
~*~
Sunlight crept through the thin curtains and onto my face. I frowned and twitched in mild annoyance. I gave a yawn and stretched.
"Meiran, how was the party?" I muttered, turning to her by my side. I opened my eyes, and blinked.
Meiran wasn't there.
I blinked again. "Meiran?" I called, hoping she was in the bathroom or something. But there was no answer. "Meiran?" I called again.
I jumped out of bed, running to the bathroom. It was empty. I searched the other rooms, before going downstairs to the living-room and the kitchen. They were all empty.
She didn't come home that night. I felt a sudden panic. In a mad rush, I grabbed the phone and dialled Treize's number, but the line was engaged. Slamming the phone down, I let my head sink into my hand.
/Oh God, Meiran, where are you?/ I thought desperately.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Hahaha! I thought that putting a TBC would be annoying, so I did it! But I'm sure everyone knows what's going to happen next, so, hmmm...
For the next short story (the one after part two), I need help on the plot. So please answer this:
The story contains Zechs and Treize. There is either a haunted house and/or a vampire. Please give me an idea of a plot with those four. Thanks!
REVIEWS!!!
Lady Over: hey, thanks! I took your comment about Wufei. But I must tell you: NATAKU IS NOT FEMALE. I'm quite sure Nataku is a man, or a hermaphrodite, but I don't think it's a woman. The woman is Meiran. Is that who you meant?
PrincessCat: okay, I admit, this isn't so much horror EITHER. I'm getting the build-up! ^_^ I'll find the book as soon as I can be bothered (am very lazy). And NOT one more, there's all those other characters like Zechs and Treize.
Silent Fear: thank you! Hope you enjoy this too!