Life is Cheap
Chapter Three: microwavable mush and a kiss
"-The two men walked free from court today after they were pronounced not guilty over the rape an-" Duo slammed his fist down on the remote as the news reader went on in the usual depressing manner. The TV went blank, and he stared at his reflection in the black screen. He really didn't want to turn around again and meet his eye, but already he could see the figure reflected behind him in the same black screen.
Duo rolled off the couch and fell face first on the floor, with a tiny groan he turned his head to see 'Heero' staring down at him. He closed his eyes and let out another tired groan.
Duo felt like one hundred needles had suddenly been jammed into his brain and then pulled out only to have them stabbed right back in again, the repetitive pain left him lying numbly on the floor, eyes shut tightly.
The room was dark, with only the smallest bit of orange light coming from the streetlamp out side. So, with nothing better to do, he lay there, for quite a while really, occasionally looking up at 'Heero' who just stared back.
"Heero?" he asked, it felt strange calling the thing by that name. It didn't reply, "I'm really pathetic, you know?" he chuckled. "And it's your fault...it's all your fault."
The sound of the busy road outside seeped into the room and through the house.
The rhythm-less patter of the rain on the windows only got heavier.
And what happened next seemed to be in slow motion for Duo. As Heero bent down on his knees, eyes still locked with Duo's.
Duo swore he could feel his body floating as Heero drifted nearer. He could see those emotionless eyes closing in on his.
He supported himself on one arm and very slowly he began to move forwards, too. His eyes closed. He felt his pulse race. And.
The contact he was expecting never came.
He fell over as he leaned too far forwards. And when he opened his eyes Heero was gone.
His mind replayed what had just happened and made sense of the fact that Heero disappeared due to him being dead and not actually there and all. Then duo realized what he was actually about to do...
"...No...I...I wasn't." he paused, "...I'm not, I...I don't!" Heero was a boy, a soldier, emotionless, a BOY, a suicidal maniac, dead...a BOY!!
Duo would have thrown himself to the floor if he weren't there already.
"I'm so screwed-up." And there's nothing like insulting yourself to lighten the mood.
* ~ * ~ *
He stared at his plate, his dinner, the ketchup, the microwavable mush, the greasy liquid that oozed out of it when he poked the mush with his fork...it look so appetising, but he couldn't bring himself to eat anything, his stomach was still doing flip flops from earlier and it would likely throw back anything he tried to get into it.
"Earth to Maxwell, earth to Maxwell, do you read me?"
"Wha?" he looked up to see Wufei smirking at him.
"Has hell frozen over? Are you for once in your life not hungry?"
"...Uh...I..." Duo's non-sentence was ended there as he stared at what seemed to them to be thin air.
"Duo?" Quatre asked, "Are you tired or something?"
"...Umm..." Duo continued to stare.
"Riiiiiiiight..." there was an awkward moment, followed by another slightly more awkward moment and the third was just a bit too awkward to stand. One by one the others left the room.
"I hate you." And he continued to stare.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a/n - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ahh, hello all. Sorry it was short. I just have one thing to ask of you...
(to the tune of ah-ga-do, or whatever)
I love you, you, you
You read my story, I thank you
You are nice, nice, nice
But reading stories has a price
It would be nice, nice, nice
If you could please review
So could you, you, you
Be so nice as to do just that?
Please review, view, view
It will make me all happy
Don't you want, want, that
Or are you self-centred and sad
It will oh-na-ly
Take a second or so
So be nice, nice, nice
Aaaaaaaaand teeeeeeeeeel meeeeeeee whaaaaaaaat yoooooouuuuuu thiiiiiiiiiiiiiink!
Sorry...I can't sing.
C'ya space-cowboys!!
Chapter Three: microwavable mush and a kiss
"-The two men walked free from court today after they were pronounced not guilty over the rape an-" Duo slammed his fist down on the remote as the news reader went on in the usual depressing manner. The TV went blank, and he stared at his reflection in the black screen. He really didn't want to turn around again and meet his eye, but already he could see the figure reflected behind him in the same black screen.
Duo rolled off the couch and fell face first on the floor, with a tiny groan he turned his head to see 'Heero' staring down at him. He closed his eyes and let out another tired groan.
Duo felt like one hundred needles had suddenly been jammed into his brain and then pulled out only to have them stabbed right back in again, the repetitive pain left him lying numbly on the floor, eyes shut tightly.
The room was dark, with only the smallest bit of orange light coming from the streetlamp out side. So, with nothing better to do, he lay there, for quite a while really, occasionally looking up at 'Heero' who just stared back.
"Heero?" he asked, it felt strange calling the thing by that name. It didn't reply, "I'm really pathetic, you know?" he chuckled. "And it's your fault...it's all your fault."
The sound of the busy road outside seeped into the room and through the house.
The rhythm-less patter of the rain on the windows only got heavier.
And what happened next seemed to be in slow motion for Duo. As Heero bent down on his knees, eyes still locked with Duo's.
Duo swore he could feel his body floating as Heero drifted nearer. He could see those emotionless eyes closing in on his.
He supported himself on one arm and very slowly he began to move forwards, too. His eyes closed. He felt his pulse race. And.
The contact he was expecting never came.
He fell over as he leaned too far forwards. And when he opened his eyes Heero was gone.
His mind replayed what had just happened and made sense of the fact that Heero disappeared due to him being dead and not actually there and all. Then duo realized what he was actually about to do...
"...No...I...I wasn't." he paused, "...I'm not, I...I don't!" Heero was a boy, a soldier, emotionless, a BOY, a suicidal maniac, dead...a BOY!!
Duo would have thrown himself to the floor if he weren't there already.
"I'm so screwed-up." And there's nothing like insulting yourself to lighten the mood.
* ~ * ~ *
He stared at his plate, his dinner, the ketchup, the microwavable mush, the greasy liquid that oozed out of it when he poked the mush with his fork...it look so appetising, but he couldn't bring himself to eat anything, his stomach was still doing flip flops from earlier and it would likely throw back anything he tried to get into it.
"Earth to Maxwell, earth to Maxwell, do you read me?"
"Wha?" he looked up to see Wufei smirking at him.
"Has hell frozen over? Are you for once in your life not hungry?"
"...Uh...I..." Duo's non-sentence was ended there as he stared at what seemed to them to be thin air.
"Duo?" Quatre asked, "Are you tired or something?"
"...Umm..." Duo continued to stare.
"Riiiiiiiight..." there was an awkward moment, followed by another slightly more awkward moment and the third was just a bit too awkward to stand. One by one the others left the room.
"I hate you." And he continued to stare.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a/n - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ahh, hello all. Sorry it was short. I just have one thing to ask of you...
(to the tune of ah-ga-do, or whatever)
I love you, you, you
You read my story, I thank you
You are nice, nice, nice
But reading stories has a price
It would be nice, nice, nice
If you could please review
So could you, you, you
Be so nice as to do just that?
Please review, view, view
It will make me all happy
Don't you want, want, that
Or are you self-centred and sad
It will oh-na-ly
Take a second or so
So be nice, nice, nice
Aaaaaaaaand teeeeeeeeeel meeeeeeee whaaaaaaaat yoooooouuuuuu thiiiiiiiiiiiiiink!
Sorry...I can't sing.
C'ya space-cowboys!!