Violet Tears
Chapter: 3
DSL is evil. And so is the 6th grade at my school. *shakes head* pure, pure evil x.X. Hehe, my class is so nutty...we throw parties after lunch every day; turn the lights down, get glowsticks, turn up the radio, and dance the day away lol and we never get caught, even I join in the fun once-in-a- while. Yep, stoic, mysterious, endlessly quiet, me....lol.
Disclaimer: Quatre told me to put this up because I don't own GW.
Quatre: What? It's the right thing to do.
Me: I know ^.^ *glomp*
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The air in the room was still and quiet, the only sounds were those of Duo's soft breathing, and Heero's soft, almost inaudible apologies. Occasionally, Quatre would peek into the room to see if there was any improvement on Duo's condition, but for the most he decided it best to give Heero some space. Every time he would either enter or leave the room--both without Heero noticing--he felt horrible for getting so caught-up in his book before that he didn't even hear Duo asking him if he wanted to go for a walk. Only after Trowa convinced the Arabian not to blame himself for everything, did he finally start to get ahold of things.
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"It's all my fault... I shouldn't have ignored him..." Heero murmurerd softly, barely above the quietest whisper. He held onto Duo's hand with a gentleness he didn't know his calloused hands were capable of. A sigh escaped his pursed lips as he stared, getting lost in thought as he so ofted did.
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Everything was swirling... A dull thud of a headache was forming in the back of his head. He lay in bed, braided hair slightly ruffled against the sheets. His eyes flinched, but then slowly opened to a new awakening after his unconscious state. His hand was held as he sat up and looked beside him to see who it was. The sunlight gently seeped through the window, past the white sheets to where the figure was. The face was of Heero's as he clenched onto Duo's hand tightly. He blushed even though he knew they were together, he was still trying to adjust to the facts. "What? Is there something on my face?" asked the American pilot, his usual cheery tone in place, yet his heart wasn't really in it. Something was wrong, he figured, for Heero normally wasn't so caring, even around him.
"You're finally awake..." spoke Heero softly, with yet his grave expression as always, but his eyes saying something more. Duo nodded, not being able to really speak after his words. "Damnit, you," Heero reverted back to his normal self, "What were you thinking, baka? You were sick. You shouldn't have gone out."
Duo remained silent. Now what? 'I thought you hated me so I went out to think, stayed at the beach, got wet, passed out and ended up with my hand in yours'? He smirked, turning his head to face the sunlight which was pouring in from the window and swimming inside the room, bursting into the tiniest cracks with its golden beams. "Dunno? Went out to think."
"You went out to the *ocean* when you were *sick*?" Heero's voice sounded a bit colder than usual, to Duo at least. Slowly, the stoic pilot's cobalt orbs rose from their pentatrating gaze on Duo's hand, and found themselves staring into a pair of hurt amethyst eyes. He tightened his grasp on the hand of Deathscythe's pilot upon seeing the expression on Duo's face. Sigh. Time to speak, again. Wretched speaking. Evil speaking. Yet at the same time, wonderful speaking. Still evil, though. Damn not being able to thought communicate. "I don't hate you." Muttered the Japanese youth.
A smile broke out on Duo's face. "So I can take that as a good thing, ne Heero?"
"Damnit, Duo," Heero said, "I love you. I thought you knew that," he added with a slightly devilish grin as he leaned, eyes slowly closing. His hand released Duo's and raised slipped around Duo's thin waist, teasing him by pulling on the back of his koi's shirt.
A light feeling came over Duo as Heero's soft lips pressed gently against his own. Duo froze, shocked for only the briefest moments before eagerly returning the kiss. Enticingly, he slid his arms around Heero's neck, all for the better to kiss him. "I...know," He murmured inbetween kisses. Honestly, he couldn't stay mad at Heero. Not now when he felt so perfectly happy. Not now, as he felt Heero's hand glide along his back, sending shivers throughout his whole body.
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Meanwhile, Quatre stood in the kitchen, his hands expertly preparing dinner but his mind somewhere else. His thoughts drifted from concerns for Duo, to regret, and, finally, to Trowa. Trowa... Trowa Barton. 'Does...he feel the same way I do? Does he love me?' Wondered the Arabian angel. He shook his head, sighing. 'No...he wouldn't feel for me like that.' While his thoughts were somewhere else, he didn't realize the pasta was starting to overboil.
WuFei smelled something odd, and came into the room. "Winner!" Exclaimed the Chinese boy upon seeing the pasta about ready to take over the stove.
Quatre snapped out of his thoughts. "W-what? Oh, sorry! Sorry!" He fumbled around with the stove, turning off the gas and removing the pot from the coils. Turning, he set the pot on a towel he'd put on the table earlier. "Sorry... Got a little side-tracked,"
Raising an eyebrow, WuFei watched the small blonde boy as he got five bowls from one of the cabinets. "Is there something on your mind, Winner?"
Quatre froze, then smiled and shook his head. "Nah, not really, just random thinking," he said, hoping to sound convincing.
"Right..." WuFei's onyx eyes continued to watch Quatre closely. He didn't really believe him. "I'll go alert Yuy and Maxwell to dinner?"
"Yes, please, thanks," Quatre made sure to give each bowl an equal amount of pasta. Once he saw WuFei had left the room, he put his hand to his forehead and leaned back against one of the dining room chairs. 'I need to stop thinking about Trowa!'
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WuFei climbed the stairs and turned corners in the hallway until he reached Duo's room. He knocked. "Winner's got dinner just about ready. Is Maxwell up?"
Heero froze in his explorations of Duo's back and quickly sat straight, catching Duo off guard. "Yes." He replied. Duo blinked for a moment, then realized WuFei was probably right outside the door. The famous Maxwell grin appeared on his face.
"Yep, I'm up-n-attem!" He cried, jumping up from the bed. "Agh, sorry Hee- chan," Duo said, upon realizing he stepped on Heero's foot. "Didn't mean to step on ya!"
"Hn," Heero smirked as he stood.
WuFei entered the room. "I see that. Will you two be coming downstairs?"
Both pilot 01 and 02 nodded.
"Good." WuFei said. "I'll tell Winner." He paused before leaving the room. "And do hurry."
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Trowa sat in the living room chair, silent and stoic as usual. The one eye of his that was visible looked far off in thought, and deep in thought he was. But it wasn't so much his being in a daydream that bothered him, it was who was *in* the daydream. A certian blonde haired, aqua eyed, Arabian boy named Quatre was in his daydream. Heavyarms' pilot didn't understand the meanings of his daydreams and, for that matter, ordinary dreams. He couldn't comprehend why he wanted nothing more than to hold Quatre in his arms, whispering words of love into his ears. Moreso, he wanted to know what Quatre's lips tasted like, their candy-like appearance only made him desire more. 'Stop thinking such foolish thoughts,' Trowa ordered himself; 'He doesn't think for you like that.'
"Hmm. Dinner should be done by now." Muttered pilot 03 to the empty air surrounding him. Sighing, he stepped into the diningroom and had to smile a little- Quatre always seemed to have a different way of preparing the table.
But in truth, it was all the same.
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I know lol you were prolly expecting a bunch of 1x2x1 fluff, ne? Well, since Quatre's such a cutie I decided to put him in the fic too lol. And Trowa is just hott! Duo is also cute..and hott..lol. Ok, Duo and Quatre are the cuties, Heero and Trowa are the hotties. Hmm...now that I think of it, WuFei's *really* hott...! ^.^;; hehe, no this is not the last chapter, but I must end it now because it is 12:30 am, I have ERBs tomorrow, and I must go!! So, ja matta minna!
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DSL is evil. And so is the 6th grade at my school. *shakes head* pure, pure evil x.X. Hehe, my class is so nutty...we throw parties after lunch every day; turn the lights down, get glowsticks, turn up the radio, and dance the day away lol and we never get caught, even I join in the fun once-in-a- while. Yep, stoic, mysterious, endlessly quiet, me....lol.
Disclaimer: Quatre told me to put this up because I don't own GW.
Quatre: What? It's the right thing to do.
Me: I know ^.^ *glomp*
~~~*~~~
The air in the room was still and quiet, the only sounds were those of Duo's soft breathing, and Heero's soft, almost inaudible apologies. Occasionally, Quatre would peek into the room to see if there was any improvement on Duo's condition, but for the most he decided it best to give Heero some space. Every time he would either enter or leave the room--both without Heero noticing--he felt horrible for getting so caught-up in his book before that he didn't even hear Duo asking him if he wanted to go for a walk. Only after Trowa convinced the Arabian not to blame himself for everything, did he finally start to get ahold of things.
.
"It's all my fault... I shouldn't have ignored him..." Heero murmurerd softly, barely above the quietest whisper. He held onto Duo's hand with a gentleness he didn't know his calloused hands were capable of. A sigh escaped his pursed lips as he stared, getting lost in thought as he so ofted did.
.
...
Everything was swirling... A dull thud of a headache was forming in the back of his head. He lay in bed, braided hair slightly ruffled against the sheets. His eyes flinched, but then slowly opened to a new awakening after his unconscious state. His hand was held as he sat up and looked beside him to see who it was. The sunlight gently seeped through the window, past the white sheets to where the figure was. The face was of Heero's as he clenched onto Duo's hand tightly. He blushed even though he knew they were together, he was still trying to adjust to the facts. "What? Is there something on my face?" asked the American pilot, his usual cheery tone in place, yet his heart wasn't really in it. Something was wrong, he figured, for Heero normally wasn't so caring, even around him.
"You're finally awake..." spoke Heero softly, with yet his grave expression as always, but his eyes saying something more. Duo nodded, not being able to really speak after his words. "Damnit, you," Heero reverted back to his normal self, "What were you thinking, baka? You were sick. You shouldn't have gone out."
Duo remained silent. Now what? 'I thought you hated me so I went out to think, stayed at the beach, got wet, passed out and ended up with my hand in yours'? He smirked, turning his head to face the sunlight which was pouring in from the window and swimming inside the room, bursting into the tiniest cracks with its golden beams. "Dunno? Went out to think."
"You went out to the *ocean* when you were *sick*?" Heero's voice sounded a bit colder than usual, to Duo at least. Slowly, the stoic pilot's cobalt orbs rose from their pentatrating gaze on Duo's hand, and found themselves staring into a pair of hurt amethyst eyes. He tightened his grasp on the hand of Deathscythe's pilot upon seeing the expression on Duo's face. Sigh. Time to speak, again. Wretched speaking. Evil speaking. Yet at the same time, wonderful speaking. Still evil, though. Damn not being able to thought communicate. "I don't hate you." Muttered the Japanese youth.
A smile broke out on Duo's face. "So I can take that as a good thing, ne Heero?"
"Damnit, Duo," Heero said, "I love you. I thought you knew that," he added with a slightly devilish grin as he leaned, eyes slowly closing. His hand released Duo's and raised slipped around Duo's thin waist, teasing him by pulling on the back of his koi's shirt.
A light feeling came over Duo as Heero's soft lips pressed gently against his own. Duo froze, shocked for only the briefest moments before eagerly returning the kiss. Enticingly, he slid his arms around Heero's neck, all for the better to kiss him. "I...know," He murmured inbetween kisses. Honestly, he couldn't stay mad at Heero. Not now when he felt so perfectly happy. Not now, as he felt Heero's hand glide along his back, sending shivers throughout his whole body.
.
Meanwhile, Quatre stood in the kitchen, his hands expertly preparing dinner but his mind somewhere else. His thoughts drifted from concerns for Duo, to regret, and, finally, to Trowa. Trowa... Trowa Barton. 'Does...he feel the same way I do? Does he love me?' Wondered the Arabian angel. He shook his head, sighing. 'No...he wouldn't feel for me like that.' While his thoughts were somewhere else, he didn't realize the pasta was starting to overboil.
WuFei smelled something odd, and came into the room. "Winner!" Exclaimed the Chinese boy upon seeing the pasta about ready to take over the stove.
Quatre snapped out of his thoughts. "W-what? Oh, sorry! Sorry!" He fumbled around with the stove, turning off the gas and removing the pot from the coils. Turning, he set the pot on a towel he'd put on the table earlier. "Sorry... Got a little side-tracked,"
Raising an eyebrow, WuFei watched the small blonde boy as he got five bowls from one of the cabinets. "Is there something on your mind, Winner?"
Quatre froze, then smiled and shook his head. "Nah, not really, just random thinking," he said, hoping to sound convincing.
"Right..." WuFei's onyx eyes continued to watch Quatre closely. He didn't really believe him. "I'll go alert Yuy and Maxwell to dinner?"
"Yes, please, thanks," Quatre made sure to give each bowl an equal amount of pasta. Once he saw WuFei had left the room, he put his hand to his forehead and leaned back against one of the dining room chairs. 'I need to stop thinking about Trowa!'
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WuFei climbed the stairs and turned corners in the hallway until he reached Duo's room. He knocked. "Winner's got dinner just about ready. Is Maxwell up?"
Heero froze in his explorations of Duo's back and quickly sat straight, catching Duo off guard. "Yes." He replied. Duo blinked for a moment, then realized WuFei was probably right outside the door. The famous Maxwell grin appeared on his face.
"Yep, I'm up-n-attem!" He cried, jumping up from the bed. "Agh, sorry Hee- chan," Duo said, upon realizing he stepped on Heero's foot. "Didn't mean to step on ya!"
"Hn," Heero smirked as he stood.
WuFei entered the room. "I see that. Will you two be coming downstairs?"
Both pilot 01 and 02 nodded.
"Good." WuFei said. "I'll tell Winner." He paused before leaving the room. "And do hurry."
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Trowa sat in the living room chair, silent and stoic as usual. The one eye of his that was visible looked far off in thought, and deep in thought he was. But it wasn't so much his being in a daydream that bothered him, it was who was *in* the daydream. A certian blonde haired, aqua eyed, Arabian boy named Quatre was in his daydream. Heavyarms' pilot didn't understand the meanings of his daydreams and, for that matter, ordinary dreams. He couldn't comprehend why he wanted nothing more than to hold Quatre in his arms, whispering words of love into his ears. Moreso, he wanted to know what Quatre's lips tasted like, their candy-like appearance only made him desire more. 'Stop thinking such foolish thoughts,' Trowa ordered himself; 'He doesn't think for you like that.'
"Hmm. Dinner should be done by now." Muttered pilot 03 to the empty air surrounding him. Sighing, he stepped into the diningroom and had to smile a little- Quatre always seemed to have a different way of preparing the table.
But in truth, it was all the same.
~~~*~~~
I know lol you were prolly expecting a bunch of 1x2x1 fluff, ne? Well, since Quatre's such a cutie I decided to put him in the fic too lol. And Trowa is just hott! Duo is also cute..and hott..lol. Ok, Duo and Quatre are the cuties, Heero and Trowa are the hotties. Hmm...now that I think of it, WuFei's *really* hott...! ^.^;; hehe, no this is not the last chapter, but I must end it now because it is 12:30 am, I have ERBs tomorrow, and I must go!! So, ja matta minna!
More reviews = Happy author = Next chapter!
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