Life is cheap
Chapter two: burger boy
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~ Duo's screaming again, must be drunk ~, Quatre thought. He did this a lot, got depressed, drunk, got drunk, screamed, passed out. It was like a routine that happened every so often, well, very often. ~ We have to find him a job or something. ~
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"Bastard! You just went and killed yourself with out thinking, you didn't once think about the rest of us!!" It's not the real Heero, it's not the real Heero, it's not the real Heero!
"..."
"Perfect! You only talk when it annoys me and you don't when it annoys me! You can't say that! Don't you dare ever say that!!" I never felt anything for him!
"..."
"Bastard...stupid bastard!" I hang my head.
"If you hate me, why do you want me back?" It says, I can tell by the way it speaks it's not Heero; it's different, but only when it speaks.
"I don't want you back!!!!"
"..."
I mutter 'bastard' under my breath again...
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Duo yelped as something cold was thrown over his body.
"Took you long enough." Quatre said, amused by Duo's reaction.
A soaking Duo lay sprawled across his bedroom floor, "What was that for?" He grumbled.
"We're gonna find you a job." Was Quatre's loud, high pitched and over enthusiastic response.
"...What?"
"A Job." He said again, putting down the large glass previously filled with water.
"...Why?"
"You ask too many questions." Said the blonde, grabbing Dou's arm and proceeding to drag him out of the bombsite of a room.
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People and buildings sped by behind the car window. Gone the second after they came, it was all very trivial. But reflected in the car window was something very un-trivial, Heero's reflection. But as soon as Duo turned to see if 'Heero' was in-fact sitting beside him, it was Trowa again, looking at a magazine.
"You'll get sick if you keep reading in the car." Duo said.
"I know." Trowa replied
Do looked back into the window ~ Hey Heero, nice day, huh? ~ He though sarcastically to the non-existent reflection. It blinked,
~ So you've decided to follow me outside the house as well ~
It blinked again.
~ Don't look at me with those innocent eyes, you are so trying to annoy me!" ~
It just glared this time.
~ And Heero's eyes weren't so innocent...stupid impostor... ~
Again, it glared.
~ Go away... ~
...
~ Go away ~
...
~ Go away ~
...
~ Go away ~
It blinked.
"Stupid impostor..."
"What did you say?" Trowa asked.
"Huh? Oh...oh, Nothing." ~ Damn it, look what you made me do! ~
And, of course, it blinked again.
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If it was ever true that it's hard to find a job then Duo was lucky, or lucky in the aspect that he actually managed to find one in three days, as for the actual job...
"Three hamburgers; one with no mayo and one with no mayo or salad, and a chicken burger, extra ketchup." Ordered a middle-aged man.
"Would you like fries with that?"
*Duo was beginning to wonder if the war had really been so bad. At least he had had a descent job and his dignity intact. Even if it did involve getting your hand dirty once in a while and a few sleepless nights. At least it wasn't this.
"No thanks." Said the man.
The worst thing was 'Heero' was still watching him. He knew it was stupid...but...he felt embarrassed. Having 'Heero' watching him made him feel worse.
He, of course, went to get the man's order. He was actually doing surprisingly bad at his new job...or first...which ever. He was constantly getting yelled at for making a mess of orders, but some how he thought it would be more embarrassing to be good at his new job than it would be to get fired, which he was still praying for.
"Hey Duo, You've burnt those." Said a boy whose name Duo hadn't bothered to learn yet.
"What? ...Oh fuck!" He had been staring at Heero, letting the burgers burn, "damn, damn, damn!" He flipped the jet-black burgers of the grill and replaced them with considerably less cooked ones. He sent an angry glare Heero's way.
~ I'm beginning to agree with Heero's last words... ~
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soooorrrrrrry, this chapter really sucked! I might revise it later but right now I'm just trying to get it in on time! Not that I set myself a date for it to be in by, that would be silly (if only for me.)
I AM SOOOOO SORRY THIS IS SOOOOOO LATE!!! I've been ill for a few weeks; I had a really high temperature and all! Normally I would have written anyway, but the computer screen made my eyes hurt ;_;. Again I'm really sorry! Gomen nasai!
Luvs and hugs and big, pink, fluffy CaTeRpIlLaRs!!!!!!!
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~ Duo's screaming again, must be drunk ~, Quatre thought. He did this a lot, got depressed, drunk, got drunk, screamed, passed out. It was like a routine that happened every so often, well, very often. ~ We have to find him a job or something. ~
*
"Bastard! You just went and killed yourself with out thinking, you didn't once think about the rest of us!!" It's not the real Heero, it's not the real Heero, it's not the real Heero!
"..."
"Perfect! You only talk when it annoys me and you don't when it annoys me! You can't say that! Don't you dare ever say that!!" I never felt anything for him!
"..."
"Bastard...stupid bastard!" I hang my head.
"If you hate me, why do you want me back?" It says, I can tell by the way it speaks it's not Heero; it's different, but only when it speaks.
"I don't want you back!!!!"
"..."
I mutter 'bastard' under my breath again...
* ~ * ~ *
Duo yelped as something cold was thrown over his body.
"Took you long enough." Quatre said, amused by Duo's reaction.
A soaking Duo lay sprawled across his bedroom floor, "What was that for?" He grumbled.
"We're gonna find you a job." Was Quatre's loud, high pitched and over enthusiastic response.
"...What?"
"A Job." He said again, putting down the large glass previously filled with water.
"...Why?"
"You ask too many questions." Said the blonde, grabbing Dou's arm and proceeding to drag him out of the bombsite of a room.
* ~ * ~ *
People and buildings sped by behind the car window. Gone the second after they came, it was all very trivial. But reflected in the car window was something very un-trivial, Heero's reflection. But as soon as Duo turned to see if 'Heero' was in-fact sitting beside him, it was Trowa again, looking at a magazine.
"You'll get sick if you keep reading in the car." Duo said.
"I know." Trowa replied
Do looked back into the window ~ Hey Heero, nice day, huh? ~ He though sarcastically to the non-existent reflection. It blinked,
~ So you've decided to follow me outside the house as well ~
It blinked again.
~ Don't look at me with those innocent eyes, you are so trying to annoy me!" ~
It just glared this time.
~ And Heero's eyes weren't so innocent...stupid impostor... ~
Again, it glared.
~ Go away... ~
...
~ Go away ~
...
~ Go away ~
...
~ Go away ~
It blinked.
"Stupid impostor..."
"What did you say?" Trowa asked.
"Huh? Oh...oh, Nothing." ~ Damn it, look what you made me do! ~
And, of course, it blinked again.
* ~ * ~ *
If it was ever true that it's hard to find a job then Duo was lucky, or lucky in the aspect that he actually managed to find one in three days, as for the actual job...
"Three hamburgers; one with no mayo and one with no mayo or salad, and a chicken burger, extra ketchup." Ordered a middle-aged man.
"Would you like fries with that?"
*Duo was beginning to wonder if the war had really been so bad. At least he had had a descent job and his dignity intact. Even if it did involve getting your hand dirty once in a while and a few sleepless nights. At least it wasn't this.
"No thanks." Said the man.
The worst thing was 'Heero' was still watching him. He knew it was stupid...but...he felt embarrassed. Having 'Heero' watching him made him feel worse.
He, of course, went to get the man's order. He was actually doing surprisingly bad at his new job...or first...which ever. He was constantly getting yelled at for making a mess of orders, but some how he thought it would be more embarrassing to be good at his new job than it would be to get fired, which he was still praying for.
"Hey Duo, You've burnt those." Said a boy whose name Duo hadn't bothered to learn yet.
"What? ...Oh fuck!" He had been staring at Heero, letting the burgers burn, "damn, damn, damn!" He flipped the jet-black burgers of the grill and replaced them with considerably less cooked ones. He sent an angry glare Heero's way.
~ I'm beginning to agree with Heero's last words... ~
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a/n - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
soooorrrrrrry, this chapter really sucked! I might revise it later but right now I'm just trying to get it in on time! Not that I set myself a date for it to be in by, that would be silly (if only for me.)
I AM SOOOOO SORRY THIS IS SOOOOOO LATE!!! I've been ill for a few weeks; I had a really high temperature and all! Normally I would have written anyway, but the computer screen made my eyes hurt ;_;. Again I'm really sorry! Gomen nasai!
Luvs and hugs and big, pink, fluffy CaTeRpIlLaRs!!!!!!!