Alright! Me back! And I brought a new chappie along! ^_~
Like always: Thanks to all those who reviewed the story so far.
To silvermoonstar-tenshi: I always try to throw a bit humour into my stories, no matter what the actual plot is, but I had no idea that 'this' story has the potential to make anybody (quote) grinning like a fool (unquote)... Seems like I'm still able to do stuff without knowing that I do them, go me! ^_~
To Lora Helen: YOU should not talk about bad places to stop! Because YOU are the Goddess of evil cliff hangers! *lol* Nevermind... ^_^ I hope this is 'updated soon' enough for you *checks time* Ya, 2h 30min... I'm good, I just needed over two hours to read through this chap. And make coffee. And get something to eat. And play with my Neopet... Have I ever mentioned that I'm easily distracted? *lol*
This chapter is basically about what happened to make it possible for Duo to still be around... a.k.a. Duo's talking a LOT! *grin*
I'll stop babbling now. Enjoy the chapter!
- Banshee
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Death's Promise - Chapter 02
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Heero put his laptop down on the floor beside his bed and made himself comfortable.
'And about you throwing my laptop at me, we'll talk later,' he growled mentally.
"So, why are you still here?" was what he asked aloud but the answer he got rather surprised him.
~No!~
"Huh?"
Duo had never been one for logical lines of thought but this was even more random than usually.
~No, I did not throw your laptop at you. At least not intentionally. I was a bit pissed, because you obviously tried to ignore me once again and suddenly the comp went flying. But I hadn't planned it than way or anything... I can't even touch stuff, things just start flying around when I get upset or something.~
"Wait a moment! Are you reading my thoughts?" Heero asked warily.
~Uhm... well... kinda... yes... But just if they have something to do with me or are directed at me.~ Duo quickly added before Heero could get mad at him. ~And I'm not really talking to you, either. It's more like sending my voice directly into your brain or something like that. I wasn't really paying attention...~
"Hn. Don't try to change the topic. Just stop it, alright? I don't like the idea of you rummaging around in my thoughts."
Heero glared at Duo to emphasise this point and got an agreeing nod from the supposed-to-be dead man.
"Fine. Again, why are you here?" And after hesitating for a moment: "You aren't an angel, are you?"
This explanation was as good as any other Heero could come up with at the moment. But if Duo was really an angel now, his outfit didn't match that at all, even if it made it hard for Heero to not simply sit there and stare.
Just like usual, Duo was dressed all in black. But he was not wearing his priest's outfit. A black, half-transparent shirt with a turtleneck hugged his upper body and tight black jeans hug low on his hips. Over this he wore a long black coat that flowed around him. His feet were bare.
With all this black clothing Duo wore, one wasn't really reminded of an angel, looking at him, but the wings that were folded behind his back did the job. They weren't white, like one would usually imagine angel's wings, but they weren't black, either. The wings were even more transparent then Duo's body, making them look as if they were made out of fragile glass. The feathers were a dark colour and had a faint shimmer of blue and silver to them.
But what fascinated Heero the most was Duo's hair. He had already seen it out of the usually braid while Duo was still alive but only on a few occasions and not on a regular basis. But now, Duo's hair was undone, flowing around him in a wave of chestnut light and nearly reaching the floor. Small black braids, looking as if they were just three separate hairs woven together, could be seen in the mass of chestnut hair. To the ends of these braids tiny black bells were attached, tinkling softly with every movement Duo made.
~An angel?~ Heero's observations were interrupted by Duo's voice. ~No, I'm not. I'm what I always claimed to be. Shinigami. Or something like that. Not really, though. Why do you think, I'm an angel?~
The answer to this question really interested Duo. For some reason it seemed even more important to him than the fact that he was indeed dead, and he had his mind set on getting an answer. But Heero didn't feel like doing him this favour right now.
"What do you mean by 'Shinigami'? Are you running around, killing people by touching them or what?"
~No! I told you that I'm not really, totally Shinigami, just somehow. He doesn't really exist, at least not like I always imagined him to exist. There isn't just 'one' Shinigami but tons of them. And now I'm one, too.~
"Could you please tell me everything and not just bits and pieces? This is getting a tad confusing..." Heero made his voice sound more annoyed than he actually felt.
'Blessed be the short attention span of Duo Maxwell. If he'd have demanded an answer to the question why I thought him to be an angel, things could have gotten a bit embarrassing for me.'
~U-hu... Yer right! I think it'd be best to start at the beginning. Well, I died, didn't I? I didn't really believe that there'd be something after death but somehow I still wasn't all that surprised when someone started talking at me.
~I mean, there had to be 'something' after death and if only because lotsa people would get really mad if they just died and were gone after believing all their life that they wouldn't just die and be done with it. Don't you think so as well?~
Heero didn't bother to answer, since Duo just talked on as if he hadn't just asked a question, anyway.
'Duo-Logic,' he thought bemused.
~Whatever, suddenly there was this weird voice. At that moment I though: 'Well, there's only two possibilities: God or Devil', who you could call Shinigami if you're not picky and 'cause I never liked the first one all that much I just thought that it would be my 'alter ego'.
~Should have known that things aren't that easy, even if you're already dead and one would think, you have enough problems as it is. Can you believe it? God doesn't exist and Shinigami has spilt personalities, lots of them at that!
~Anyway, whoever thought that he had to talk to me after I just died, asked me if I really wanted to die. I don't want to criticise or anything but how stupid can you get? What kind of question is that? 'Sorry, but do you mind dying right now?' 'Why, of course not! Go on and kill me!' But then this guy started explaining the whole thing.
~Seems like there's a difference between dying physically and really dying, as in being totally deleted, soul and everything. If you choose to 'not' die you get to be a Shinigami and since I'm here, you can already guess what I've chosen.
~I was already bored with being 'not really' dead, so why bother and 'really' die? Could only get less interesting. And since I always told myself and everyone else that I'm Shinigami, why not make it true? This way I can still have some fun and annoy people, you for example.
~And becoming a Shinigami isn't difficult at all. You just have to say 'Yes, I wanna be a Shinigami' and you get to be one. Well, not everybody is asked to become one, though. Like persons who'd just go around kill off people all over the place, psycho guys with beam canons and giant robots that make them go berserk, chicks with an obsession for strange colours and so on, but that's beside the point.
~If you get to be a Shinigami you have the power to take lives, but just those of people who are supposed to die because their time is over for some reason or another. But you don't even have to do that. If I want I can do as I please, giving me my own 'mission' for being alive again.~
Before Duo could start talking again, Heero cut him off and asked with something akin to awe: "I know that since you're already dead, you can't die from lack of oxygen. But can't you at least pretend to have to breath and pause every now and then while talking?"
~No, why?~ was the answer.
Duo tried to look innocent. Heero wasn't fooled for one second.
"Hn."
~But now it's your turn: Why did you think I was an angel?~ Duo wanted to know, plain curiosity written in his eyes. ~Even if I'm not, I still wanna know.~
Heero had hoped that Duo had already forgotten about that, the way he had been running his mouth, but he should have known better. If Duo 'really' wanted to know something, he wouldn't stop pestering you about it until you broke down and told him.
But Heero had no intention of telling Duo the truth and he couldn't think of a believable lie at the moment. Thus he did what he always did in situations like these: He ignored Duo and went back to bed. Even though that caused Duo to curse, plead and generally 'not' shut up, Heero was asleep not five minutes later.
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To be continued
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*trying to think of something to say*
(silence)
Butterflies are evil. They killed my brain. Please review.
*stares*
Forget I just said that. But please still review. ^_^"
- Banshee
Like always: Thanks to all those who reviewed the story so far.
To silvermoonstar-tenshi: I always try to throw a bit humour into my stories, no matter what the actual plot is, but I had no idea that 'this' story has the potential to make anybody (quote) grinning like a fool (unquote)... Seems like I'm still able to do stuff without knowing that I do them, go me! ^_~
To Lora Helen: YOU should not talk about bad places to stop! Because YOU are the Goddess of evil cliff hangers! *lol* Nevermind... ^_^ I hope this is 'updated soon' enough for you *checks time* Ya, 2h 30min... I'm good, I just needed over two hours to read through this chap. And make coffee. And get something to eat. And play with my Neopet... Have I ever mentioned that I'm easily distracted? *lol*
This chapter is basically about what happened to make it possible for Duo to still be around... a.k.a. Duo's talking a LOT! *grin*
I'll stop babbling now. Enjoy the chapter!
- Banshee
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Death's Promise - Chapter 02
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Heero put his laptop down on the floor beside his bed and made himself comfortable.
'And about you throwing my laptop at me, we'll talk later,' he growled mentally.
"So, why are you still here?" was what he asked aloud but the answer he got rather surprised him.
~No!~
"Huh?"
Duo had never been one for logical lines of thought but this was even more random than usually.
~No, I did not throw your laptop at you. At least not intentionally. I was a bit pissed, because you obviously tried to ignore me once again and suddenly the comp went flying. But I hadn't planned it than way or anything... I can't even touch stuff, things just start flying around when I get upset or something.~
"Wait a moment! Are you reading my thoughts?" Heero asked warily.
~Uhm... well... kinda... yes... But just if they have something to do with me or are directed at me.~ Duo quickly added before Heero could get mad at him. ~And I'm not really talking to you, either. It's more like sending my voice directly into your brain or something like that. I wasn't really paying attention...~
"Hn. Don't try to change the topic. Just stop it, alright? I don't like the idea of you rummaging around in my thoughts."
Heero glared at Duo to emphasise this point and got an agreeing nod from the supposed-to-be dead man.
"Fine. Again, why are you here?" And after hesitating for a moment: "You aren't an angel, are you?"
This explanation was as good as any other Heero could come up with at the moment. But if Duo was really an angel now, his outfit didn't match that at all, even if it made it hard for Heero to not simply sit there and stare.
Just like usual, Duo was dressed all in black. But he was not wearing his priest's outfit. A black, half-transparent shirt with a turtleneck hugged his upper body and tight black jeans hug low on his hips. Over this he wore a long black coat that flowed around him. His feet were bare.
With all this black clothing Duo wore, one wasn't really reminded of an angel, looking at him, but the wings that were folded behind his back did the job. They weren't white, like one would usually imagine angel's wings, but they weren't black, either. The wings were even more transparent then Duo's body, making them look as if they were made out of fragile glass. The feathers were a dark colour and had a faint shimmer of blue and silver to them.
But what fascinated Heero the most was Duo's hair. He had already seen it out of the usually braid while Duo was still alive but only on a few occasions and not on a regular basis. But now, Duo's hair was undone, flowing around him in a wave of chestnut light and nearly reaching the floor. Small black braids, looking as if they were just three separate hairs woven together, could be seen in the mass of chestnut hair. To the ends of these braids tiny black bells were attached, tinkling softly with every movement Duo made.
~An angel?~ Heero's observations were interrupted by Duo's voice. ~No, I'm not. I'm what I always claimed to be. Shinigami. Or something like that. Not really, though. Why do you think, I'm an angel?~
The answer to this question really interested Duo. For some reason it seemed even more important to him than the fact that he was indeed dead, and he had his mind set on getting an answer. But Heero didn't feel like doing him this favour right now.
"What do you mean by 'Shinigami'? Are you running around, killing people by touching them or what?"
~No! I told you that I'm not really, totally Shinigami, just somehow. He doesn't really exist, at least not like I always imagined him to exist. There isn't just 'one' Shinigami but tons of them. And now I'm one, too.~
"Could you please tell me everything and not just bits and pieces? This is getting a tad confusing..." Heero made his voice sound more annoyed than he actually felt.
'Blessed be the short attention span of Duo Maxwell. If he'd have demanded an answer to the question why I thought him to be an angel, things could have gotten a bit embarrassing for me.'
~U-hu... Yer right! I think it'd be best to start at the beginning. Well, I died, didn't I? I didn't really believe that there'd be something after death but somehow I still wasn't all that surprised when someone started talking at me.
~I mean, there had to be 'something' after death and if only because lotsa people would get really mad if they just died and were gone after believing all their life that they wouldn't just die and be done with it. Don't you think so as well?~
Heero didn't bother to answer, since Duo just talked on as if he hadn't just asked a question, anyway.
'Duo-Logic,' he thought bemused.
~Whatever, suddenly there was this weird voice. At that moment I though: 'Well, there's only two possibilities: God or Devil', who you could call Shinigami if you're not picky and 'cause I never liked the first one all that much I just thought that it would be my 'alter ego'.
~Should have known that things aren't that easy, even if you're already dead and one would think, you have enough problems as it is. Can you believe it? God doesn't exist and Shinigami has spilt personalities, lots of them at that!
~Anyway, whoever thought that he had to talk to me after I just died, asked me if I really wanted to die. I don't want to criticise or anything but how stupid can you get? What kind of question is that? 'Sorry, but do you mind dying right now?' 'Why, of course not! Go on and kill me!' But then this guy started explaining the whole thing.
~Seems like there's a difference between dying physically and really dying, as in being totally deleted, soul and everything. If you choose to 'not' die you get to be a Shinigami and since I'm here, you can already guess what I've chosen.
~I was already bored with being 'not really' dead, so why bother and 'really' die? Could only get less interesting. And since I always told myself and everyone else that I'm Shinigami, why not make it true? This way I can still have some fun and annoy people, you for example.
~And becoming a Shinigami isn't difficult at all. You just have to say 'Yes, I wanna be a Shinigami' and you get to be one. Well, not everybody is asked to become one, though. Like persons who'd just go around kill off people all over the place, psycho guys with beam canons and giant robots that make them go berserk, chicks with an obsession for strange colours and so on, but that's beside the point.
~If you get to be a Shinigami you have the power to take lives, but just those of people who are supposed to die because their time is over for some reason or another. But you don't even have to do that. If I want I can do as I please, giving me my own 'mission' for being alive again.~
Before Duo could start talking again, Heero cut him off and asked with something akin to awe: "I know that since you're already dead, you can't die from lack of oxygen. But can't you at least pretend to have to breath and pause every now and then while talking?"
~No, why?~ was the answer.
Duo tried to look innocent. Heero wasn't fooled for one second.
"Hn."
~But now it's your turn: Why did you think I was an angel?~ Duo wanted to know, plain curiosity written in his eyes. ~Even if I'm not, I still wanna know.~
Heero had hoped that Duo had already forgotten about that, the way he had been running his mouth, but he should have known better. If Duo 'really' wanted to know something, he wouldn't stop pestering you about it until you broke down and told him.
But Heero had no intention of telling Duo the truth and he couldn't think of a believable lie at the moment. Thus he did what he always did in situations like these: He ignored Duo and went back to bed. Even though that caused Duo to curse, plead and generally 'not' shut up, Heero was asleep not five minutes later.
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To be continued
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*trying to think of something to say*
(silence)
Butterflies are evil. They killed my brain. Please review.
*stares*
Forget I just said that. But please still review. ^_^"
- Banshee