Fushigi- Finally, another Gundam Wing/AC fic. I'm never able to write
these anymore. Anyway, this chapter will be confusing, I promise. But..
Well-
Kid- Just fucking read it!
Disclamer- I don't own this, Loreena McKennit owns the little bit of the song I added here, and yeah, you know all the rest. Just don't sue me! I'm poor!
It seemed amazing, what this music could do for your soul just after you got out of an intense battle. It was soft, quiet, and... Well, perfect at this point and time. He didn't want to listen to pop, rap, rock, or anything else, and in case he sometimes got in this type of mood, he always had a set of cd's. And now seemed as good of a time as ever. So, he lets it vibrate through his blood as he closes his eyes.
Beneath these Jasmine flowers Amidst these Cypress trees I give you now my books And all thier mysteries. Now take the hourglass And turn it on it's head For when the sands are still Tis then you'll find me dead.
It was this one artist, this one 'Book of Secrets' that held his attention now. What was usually the time he'd go around, happily watching the others continue on with thier lives the best they could, he now spent thinking about them. Heero had Relena still attached to his side, and now had a perminate limp from the last battle. Trinton had left, just like Wufei. But Trinton had went to find the circus, the only actual life he had known during the war against OZ. Quatre had stayed with his family, of course. What else would you expect? He stayed with his sisters, not wanting to leave them alone.
--~*~--
Duo, though, no one knows. He said his good bye's, had an actual civil conversation with Treize afterword, then left. Only God knows where he'll end up now. Maybe he went to find Hilde. Maybe he went to visit Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, and Solo. But, we can't find him. No OZ system could lock onto his actual location. He had avoided all of them, every last one, no matter how much they updated them.
No, we're not really worried; he was, after all, one of our more hated, but respected, enemies. But, when the other three Gundam Pilots come directly to your front door, all but begging you to find him, not even I can deny them. Even the Perfect Soilder asked, trying to push the concern out of his crystal eyes, but failing. So, here we are.
~~*~~
Looking for a fellow Pilot with Zechs. We'd been here for a while, and all were worried. But still, some how, Duo wasn't found in the close to nine hours we spent there. It seemed impossible, but we'd lost Duo. We'd actually lost the braided baka, that seemed to draw everyone in with his cheerful, light personality and laughter. But how? What had went wrong? What did we do wrong? Why am I not out there looking for him now?!
~~*~~
Duo, where are you? Why haven't you contacted us? Why did you leave in the first place? I miss you so much Duo, dispite all the times I yelled at you. I miss the light you carried in your eyes; I miss the light weighted feel you bring into a room. The way you'd try and cook, and end up grinning like an idiot with your hair white from the flour you 'accidentally' poured on your head. Just, come back, Duo.
Great, now I'm crying. I'm actually crying. Aho baka, look what you've done to me.
~~*~~
And now I'm cold. The rain pouring down my neck, making me shiver. I'm out here, Duo, looking for you, so why can't I find you? Why aren't you comming up to me saying, "Ah! Torowa no baka! What are you doing!? Looking for a frozen target?!". Why can't I figure this out. What made you leave? Where is that little space you so often retreat into when you're looking out of the window? Take me there Duo. I want to see you again.
~~*~~
I want to see you again; the only thing that made me feel alive. The only thing that made the world tangable to me.
~~*~~
And now that feeling is gone. I just hope you're happy Duo, wherever you are, my friend, I'm just sorry I couldn't be apart of it. I'm so sorry, Duo.
Fushigi- Confused yet? I'm not, I know what I'm doing. It'll be explained a bit more in the next chapter.
Kid- Just fucking read it!
Disclamer- I don't own this, Loreena McKennit owns the little bit of the song I added here, and yeah, you know all the rest. Just don't sue me! I'm poor!
It seemed amazing, what this music could do for your soul just after you got out of an intense battle. It was soft, quiet, and... Well, perfect at this point and time. He didn't want to listen to pop, rap, rock, or anything else, and in case he sometimes got in this type of mood, he always had a set of cd's. And now seemed as good of a time as ever. So, he lets it vibrate through his blood as he closes his eyes.
Beneath these Jasmine flowers Amidst these Cypress trees I give you now my books And all thier mysteries. Now take the hourglass And turn it on it's head For when the sands are still Tis then you'll find me dead.
It was this one artist, this one 'Book of Secrets' that held his attention now. What was usually the time he'd go around, happily watching the others continue on with thier lives the best they could, he now spent thinking about them. Heero had Relena still attached to his side, and now had a perminate limp from the last battle. Trinton had left, just like Wufei. But Trinton had went to find the circus, the only actual life he had known during the war against OZ. Quatre had stayed with his family, of course. What else would you expect? He stayed with his sisters, not wanting to leave them alone.
--~*~--
Duo, though, no one knows. He said his good bye's, had an actual civil conversation with Treize afterword, then left. Only God knows where he'll end up now. Maybe he went to find Hilde. Maybe he went to visit Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, and Solo. But, we can't find him. No OZ system could lock onto his actual location. He had avoided all of them, every last one, no matter how much they updated them.
No, we're not really worried; he was, after all, one of our more hated, but respected, enemies. But, when the other three Gundam Pilots come directly to your front door, all but begging you to find him, not even I can deny them. Even the Perfect Soilder asked, trying to push the concern out of his crystal eyes, but failing. So, here we are.
~~*~~
Looking for a fellow Pilot with Zechs. We'd been here for a while, and all were worried. But still, some how, Duo wasn't found in the close to nine hours we spent there. It seemed impossible, but we'd lost Duo. We'd actually lost the braided baka, that seemed to draw everyone in with his cheerful, light personality and laughter. But how? What had went wrong? What did we do wrong? Why am I not out there looking for him now?!
~~*~~
Duo, where are you? Why haven't you contacted us? Why did you leave in the first place? I miss you so much Duo, dispite all the times I yelled at you. I miss the light you carried in your eyes; I miss the light weighted feel you bring into a room. The way you'd try and cook, and end up grinning like an idiot with your hair white from the flour you 'accidentally' poured on your head. Just, come back, Duo.
Great, now I'm crying. I'm actually crying. Aho baka, look what you've done to me.
~~*~~
And now I'm cold. The rain pouring down my neck, making me shiver. I'm out here, Duo, looking for you, so why can't I find you? Why aren't you comming up to me saying, "Ah! Torowa no baka! What are you doing!? Looking for a frozen target?!". Why can't I figure this out. What made you leave? Where is that little space you so often retreat into when you're looking out of the window? Take me there Duo. I want to see you again.
~~*~~
I want to see you again; the only thing that made me feel alive. The only thing that made the world tangable to me.
~~*~~
And now that feeling is gone. I just hope you're happy Duo, wherever you are, my friend, I'm just sorry I couldn't be apart of it. I'm so sorry, Duo.
Fushigi- Confused yet? I'm not, I know what I'm doing. It'll be explained a bit more in the next chapter.