Another chapter. Wow. Damn English class, why did it have to be? I was bitten by another plot bunny in English, and couldn't write. I had no paper. O.O' the horror! Anyways, here's the seventh chapter. And still going strong!
Disclaimers: Standard once again. Nothing mentioned in this fic is owned by me, as horrible as that makes me feel.
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The music is back on.
I can hear it.
Hear you.
The sounds of the keys…
Played by your hands.
Those soft, delicate angel hands.
I remember those hands.
I remember them, gripping the controls of…
something.
I can't remember.
You were…killing.
I had to stop you.
I need you back here, quatre.
Need your voice.
Your warmth.
So that I can go back.
Go back to the light.
I remember those hands.
Your fingers.
I remember wanting to…
To…
Hold them.
In my own.
Forever.
That's all I can remember.
The desire.
More than I could before.
But it just gets…
Darker.
Always darker.
I need you back.
Need to find my way back to the light.
You lead me to the light.
You are the light.
…Your eyes.
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Yeah, that was really short, but hey. If you can't tell, I'm having Heero slowly remember things about his past, what he was, what happened. But mostly, things about Quatre.
I have the ending planned out for this, but I really don't know how long it'll take for me to get to it. Maybe three chapters, maybe thirty. (although I hope not…)
Thanks for reading!
Tseecka