Yay! Another chapter!! Sorry for the delay. ^_^' Hm…to answer one of my reviewers, I would tell u who duo would be paired up with, but then there would be no point in reading the story, ne? ~. ^… Please REVIEW!
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Duo trudged along the snow, carrying an unconscious Quatre in his arms. He groaned as the pain in his leg flared, made him stumble. He knew he had been hurt, but he hadn't had time to check it. It had been important to get out of there as soon as possible. He had just wrapped Quatre's head wound with a bandage but there hadn't been enough time to do a very good job of it.
//Damn Oz!// He gritted his teeth as he walked on. //Why didn't I get Quatre a Helmet for his birthday?!?!//He could faintly make out the shape of the safe house they were currently residing in. The others would be there. After what seemed like hours, he finally reached the front door of the safe house and stumbled in, shutting the door with his good leg. The door slammed shut causing Wufei to come out the kitchen.
"Quat-" Wufei looked openmouthed at the blond lying limp in the other pilot's arms. "Oh God! What happened?" He cried as he rushed forward to take Quatre from Duo's arms. The Braided pilot gladly handed the Arab to Wufei, thankful to have gotten rid of the weight and that the blond could now get some medical attention. Trowa and Heero out of the kitchen to see the commotion.
"Come on. Lets get him up to the room and take care of the wounds." Heero instructed. Wufei nodded and followed him upstairs. Trowa turned to go too, glancing at Duo, who turned go too, but Trowa noticed that something was a little off with the braided pilot. He seemed more subdued. //Must have been a hard mission// he shrugged it off without a second thought and turned his back towards Duo, not noticing Duo's grimace as he limped upstairs.
As everyone else went into Quatre and Wufei's room, Duo managed to slip into his room unnoticed. He shut the door and limped over to the bed, to take a look at his legs. The black pants hid the blood that had practically soaked through the fabric. He pulled out a small dagger and cut the pieces of the pant leg that was stuck to his wound. He looked at it and grimaced as he realized that a piece of glass had been embedded in his leg. He sighed and got to work.
After bandaging his wound, he cleaned up and fell on his bed exhausted. //No one would really care if I didn't come to dinner. They're probably busy watching Quatre. Why would they even bother with me?// With that, Duo buried his face in his pillow, refusing to shed tears that threatened to spill out.
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They returned to the mansion the next day, Wufei and Trowa helping Quatre get there. The other pilots had wanted to stay there until Quatre had healed, but the blond had insisted that he would do better if he were in his own home In the end, they had all succumbed to the Arabian pilot's charms.
Duo changed in his room and sat on the bed, pulling out a box from underneath. The others were busy doing their own activities so he was free to do as he liked. He fingered the Mahogany surface lovingly. //So many memories// He opened the latch and looked at his precious contents in the box. Inside there was a soot-covered picture of Sister Helen, a small fine dagger, a book of poetry and a few sheets of music. The picture he had found in the ashes of Maxwell Church, the dagger had been a gift from Solo, the book of poetry from Father Maxwell and the sheets of music were also from the church. He touched each precious piece gently, savoring the memories that made him the person he is. Picking up the music sheets, he closed the box gently and put it back underneath the bed. Clutching the sheets in his hand, he slipped out of his room, intending to head for the music room.
He opened the huge door and looked inside. No one was there. Good. He wanted to be alone now. No one knew about his skill in piano and he didn't plan for them to find out. Walking over to the grand piano, he fingered the ivory keys lovingly. It had been too long. He sat down on the bench, running his hands over the keys, marveling the fine texture. Finally he began to play.
His hands moved to their own accord. He felt all the tension drain away from his muscles, relaxing him completely. He didn't look at the sheets, instead he simply closed his eyes and let the music flow from his heart to his fingers to the keys. He knew the piece by- heart and so he let the emotion spill from his locked up soul, mingling with the sweet and rich sounds of the piano. Soon the small piece ended but his fingers kept moving, improvising and continuing the sweet melancholy of the song. His own song. On and on, he let himself be free. Free from the clutches of reality, letting him escape to a world where only peace and love existed. The feelings spiraled, higher and higher until it stopped at the final note, ringing until it was swept away with the silence.
Duo stopped playing, eyes still closed, fingers resting gracefully on top of ivory keys. He sat quietly, savoring the silence of nothing but peace and love. He opened his eyes, the dream world dissolving away. He got up and left the room quietly, sheets in hand.
Somewhere in the house, Trowa looked up from reading his book as the music he was unconsciously listening to faded away…
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Sorry for the short chapter. The rest, coming soon....
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Duo trudged along the snow, carrying an unconscious Quatre in his arms. He groaned as the pain in his leg flared, made him stumble. He knew he had been hurt, but he hadn't had time to check it. It had been important to get out of there as soon as possible. He had just wrapped Quatre's head wound with a bandage but there hadn't been enough time to do a very good job of it.
//Damn Oz!// He gritted his teeth as he walked on. //Why didn't I get Quatre a Helmet for his birthday?!?!//He could faintly make out the shape of the safe house they were currently residing in. The others would be there. After what seemed like hours, he finally reached the front door of the safe house and stumbled in, shutting the door with his good leg. The door slammed shut causing Wufei to come out the kitchen.
"Quat-" Wufei looked openmouthed at the blond lying limp in the other pilot's arms. "Oh God! What happened?" He cried as he rushed forward to take Quatre from Duo's arms. The Braided pilot gladly handed the Arab to Wufei, thankful to have gotten rid of the weight and that the blond could now get some medical attention. Trowa and Heero out of the kitchen to see the commotion.
"Come on. Lets get him up to the room and take care of the wounds." Heero instructed. Wufei nodded and followed him upstairs. Trowa turned to go too, glancing at Duo, who turned go too, but Trowa noticed that something was a little off with the braided pilot. He seemed more subdued. //Must have been a hard mission// he shrugged it off without a second thought and turned his back towards Duo, not noticing Duo's grimace as he limped upstairs.
As everyone else went into Quatre and Wufei's room, Duo managed to slip into his room unnoticed. He shut the door and limped over to the bed, to take a look at his legs. The black pants hid the blood that had practically soaked through the fabric. He pulled out a small dagger and cut the pieces of the pant leg that was stuck to his wound. He looked at it and grimaced as he realized that a piece of glass had been embedded in his leg. He sighed and got to work.
After bandaging his wound, he cleaned up and fell on his bed exhausted. //No one would really care if I didn't come to dinner. They're probably busy watching Quatre. Why would they even bother with me?// With that, Duo buried his face in his pillow, refusing to shed tears that threatened to spill out.
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They returned to the mansion the next day, Wufei and Trowa helping Quatre get there. The other pilots had wanted to stay there until Quatre had healed, but the blond had insisted that he would do better if he were in his own home In the end, they had all succumbed to the Arabian pilot's charms.
Duo changed in his room and sat on the bed, pulling out a box from underneath. The others were busy doing their own activities so he was free to do as he liked. He fingered the Mahogany surface lovingly. //So many memories// He opened the latch and looked at his precious contents in the box. Inside there was a soot-covered picture of Sister Helen, a small fine dagger, a book of poetry and a few sheets of music. The picture he had found in the ashes of Maxwell Church, the dagger had been a gift from Solo, the book of poetry from Father Maxwell and the sheets of music were also from the church. He touched each precious piece gently, savoring the memories that made him the person he is. Picking up the music sheets, he closed the box gently and put it back underneath the bed. Clutching the sheets in his hand, he slipped out of his room, intending to head for the music room.
He opened the huge door and looked inside. No one was there. Good. He wanted to be alone now. No one knew about his skill in piano and he didn't plan for them to find out. Walking over to the grand piano, he fingered the ivory keys lovingly. It had been too long. He sat down on the bench, running his hands over the keys, marveling the fine texture. Finally he began to play.
His hands moved to their own accord. He felt all the tension drain away from his muscles, relaxing him completely. He didn't look at the sheets, instead he simply closed his eyes and let the music flow from his heart to his fingers to the keys. He knew the piece by- heart and so he let the emotion spill from his locked up soul, mingling with the sweet and rich sounds of the piano. Soon the small piece ended but his fingers kept moving, improvising and continuing the sweet melancholy of the song. His own song. On and on, he let himself be free. Free from the clutches of reality, letting him escape to a world where only peace and love existed. The feelings spiraled, higher and higher until it stopped at the final note, ringing until it was swept away with the silence.
Duo stopped playing, eyes still closed, fingers resting gracefully on top of ivory keys. He sat quietly, savoring the silence of nothing but peace and love. He opened his eyes, the dream world dissolving away. He got up and left the room quietly, sheets in hand.
Somewhere in the house, Trowa looked up from reading his book as the music he was unconsciously listening to faded away…
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Sorry for the short chapter. The rest, coming soon....