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Author's Note: **cries tired** This is the song that never ends... and it goes on and on sorely off key MY FRIENDS! Some people... STARTED singing it... NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS! And then they kept on singing it....forever just because... THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS! And - **whack**
Anyhow, told you it wouldn't be long for Part 7! Though it's really short because I am strapped for time, but believe me... part 8 will make up for length... geh... FEH! ^-~ Luff ya sex slaves! (Went to Anime Evolution in B.C... it was lame.... nothing compaired to Sakura-con. However, next year I will be attending these cons: Sakura-con, Anime EXPO!!!!!, Anime Evolution as Haku (Spirited Away), Sesshoumaru-sama (Inuyasha), and Judy (War of Genesis).
Um, Duo is getting accustomed to his new situation (or not...), some old habits of mouth returning. A cute phrase he uses sometime within the first section was taken off a quiz I took online. QUIZILLA "What Swear word are you?" Naturally, I'm FUCK! Wanna go take the quiz, maybe post your results along with your review! swear word are you?/ (REVIEW! It keeps me writing)
-Wrote listening to the techno/rave remix of FREAK ON A LEASH-Korn (mmm...Jon Davis)-
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"Get dressed."
Duo sat up startled and glared habitually at whomever or whatever decided stupidly to wake him up. He was naked from the waste up, the cold air biting at his sensitive skin. Being kidnapped by a lofty blonde bimbo claiming to be the God of Death was not his idea of fun, nor did he like the prospect of her keeping him?' The whole things had put him in one mangled mood. Her final words rubbed up against the barriers of his mind, like a hand prodding his memories, a hand made of bleached dry bones. ...Slaughter your mind...
Disconsolately, he ran a hand through his sleep-mused hair, and focused in on the source of the intrusion. He had been sleeping, or at least something, thankfully, that resembled the act. It was the boy from the church...The dull pain still lingering in his body faded, and his neck gained a heart beat of it's own, pumping blood straight to his groin. How he wanted him to touch him...
His tousled white-blonde bangs where brooding in front of his washed pale blue eyes, he looked angry. "Get up." He commanded with a snap of his head, his ashen hair falling back by his ears.
The yearning instantaneously receded.
Unable to deny himself, Duo shot him the one-fingered salute. "Go fuck yourself, fuck nut." He hissed.
The boy just laughed, appearing to be younger yet in the gales of bitter laughter. "Fuck nut?" He rolled his pretty eyes and cocked his head to the side, his lips parting just so he could make a show of being amused. "I've been called worse...."-another fit of smooth, provocative laughter- "I am worse."
Extinguish, Duo laid back down in his designated bed, settling in the warmth he left that seemed so cold. "Yeah, well, I'm glad you can admit that buddy."
"What's there to admit?" He replied with a slow shrug of his delicately sloped shoulders. Duo peered up at the sleep-time-disturber, unable to decipher what the joke was with this undeniably sexy weirdo. How could someone be so open and close off at the same time? He was like a box, with the lid skewed only noticeably, but not enough to let out his contents. Why did he care?! This bastard bit him.
Unprovoked, Duo's hand flew up to protect the sensitive skin on his neck. What the hell was he, a vampire? For Gods sake! Why did his life have to be so damn weird!? Somewhere in his mind, a memory of music was triggered. A light haunting melody from the X-files, the song he had been thinking about prior to entering the church.
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Trowa decided he'd knock one last time before he went home. No one had seen Quatre, and his secretary was pretty unknowledgeable about his whereabouts. "He could have gone home, I may have seen him leave an hour or so ago. Um, but maybe hes in his office!... Gosh, I just dont know, now." (Or Ever, he had thought).
He knocked again and waited a few minutes, listening to any possible sounds inside the locked office. He couldn't shake the feeling that Quatre was contained behind those doors. Snorting, Trowa turned away and headed back downstairs. Maybe Quatre was avoiding him... With his hand to his mouth, he felt his pride sting, or maybe where Quatre had hit him still hurt. You didn't feel pride in your lips anyhow. A memory of kissing Quatre washed over him. Or maybe you do, he thought with a hint of a smile threatening his pained expression, or lack there of.
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Quatre blinked his eyes open at the sound, contemplating its dimension as it echoed in his office.
Quatre...?
Trowa? The voice died away. It could have been Duo, he wasn't sure.
Without anymore-necessary initiative Quatre ran to his office entrance, fumbled with the lock, and swung it open to a vacant corridor of dim lights and closed doors. Maybe someone was rapping at his mental accesses?
"Well, perhaps I am insane..."
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TBC-
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Ending Note: I've actually got parts 8-10 laying around on a floppy disk. LoL. I'll get them up when I can, right now, I'm covered in berries, late for Kempo, and really sore. ^-^ REVIEW!! LoL. And luff for everyone who keeps me going, you guys are the best. I've never felt so connected with my readers. I love your honesty. Thank you!
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