Hey there again! Hey look I'm actually writing something! I haven't done
this in a long time! WELL anyway I should get writing before I'm
discouraged or kicked off the compy or something.
O and if someone could recommend a name for this fic it would be great! The whole 'untitled' thing is bothering me.
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I shifted out of sight of the window, and then climbed down the tree. I didn't want them to know I had been spying on them, much as I was ashamed of my actions. I didn't want them to know I had been milking off of their happiness.
I had no right. I knew it. I should try to stop, but there is so precious little joy in my own life. When I had both my feet firmly planted on the ground, I looked up the tree. I had been high up the pine tree, right at the very top. I shouldn't climb so high, I could fall and break something, or worse, be killed.
I gazed into the sky and judged it was late afternoon by the sun. My eyes fell on the window I had been looking into three stories up, and Quatre's face peered at me. I shoved my hands in my pockets, and strolled towards the door that let out onto the gardens.
The mansion was Quatre's. After the war, he had invited us to stay with him and we had all accepted, having either nothing better to do or nowhere to go. Quatre himself was often gone on business, running Winner Enterprises took a lot of his time and energy, and when that happened, Trowa would take off for the circus for a few weeks. The kitchen I had been looking into wasn't the real kitchen, just a little one for when Quatre felt like puttering around covered in flour and private use for the rest of us.
Upon opening the door I walked in and headed for my room on the second floor. It was a set of five rooms, one of which was a full bath, three were unused (and gathering dust), and one I used for everything else. In that room, there was my simple pallet, blanket, and pillow, a wardrobe, and a bookshelf where I kept my things. Needless to say the shelves were sparsely laden with a few books and a few mementos from the war. I hadn't thought it necessary to acquire more possessions.
A bell rang out above the mansion. The summons for dinner. I changed into more formal attire, completely in white, before ascending to the dining hall. Quatre sat at the head of the table, with us on each side of us. Most of the fine mahogany piece was empty. On Quatre's left sat Heero and Duo, and on his right, myself and Trowa. Quatre exchanged looks with Trowa, then Duo, and then looked at me before discreetly lowering his eyes to his plate. Heero and Duo snuck glances at each other, and occasionally at me, but mostly kept their gazes down as well.
This bothered me for some reason. There was something they knew and I didn't, and in the war, withholding information could cost lives. But this wasn't the war, I told myself sternly. Perhaps it is one of Duo's pranks, with a surprise at the end so as to cause no hard feelings. I rolled my eyes. Nataku knew there had been enough of them.
I decided I could not take the shifty eyes any longer and abruptly excused myself from the table.
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Well that was a short chapter. Sorry!
Hey at least I'm updating!
Please expect more short chapters for this one, I'm trying to get back into the habit of updating.
O and if someone could recommend a name for this fic it would be great! The whole 'untitled' thing is bothering me.
~`~
I shifted out of sight of the window, and then climbed down the tree. I didn't want them to know I had been spying on them, much as I was ashamed of my actions. I didn't want them to know I had been milking off of their happiness.
I had no right. I knew it. I should try to stop, but there is so precious little joy in my own life. When I had both my feet firmly planted on the ground, I looked up the tree. I had been high up the pine tree, right at the very top. I shouldn't climb so high, I could fall and break something, or worse, be killed.
I gazed into the sky and judged it was late afternoon by the sun. My eyes fell on the window I had been looking into three stories up, and Quatre's face peered at me. I shoved my hands in my pockets, and strolled towards the door that let out onto the gardens.
The mansion was Quatre's. After the war, he had invited us to stay with him and we had all accepted, having either nothing better to do or nowhere to go. Quatre himself was often gone on business, running Winner Enterprises took a lot of his time and energy, and when that happened, Trowa would take off for the circus for a few weeks. The kitchen I had been looking into wasn't the real kitchen, just a little one for when Quatre felt like puttering around covered in flour and private use for the rest of us.
Upon opening the door I walked in and headed for my room on the second floor. It was a set of five rooms, one of which was a full bath, three were unused (and gathering dust), and one I used for everything else. In that room, there was my simple pallet, blanket, and pillow, a wardrobe, and a bookshelf where I kept my things. Needless to say the shelves were sparsely laden with a few books and a few mementos from the war. I hadn't thought it necessary to acquire more possessions.
A bell rang out above the mansion. The summons for dinner. I changed into more formal attire, completely in white, before ascending to the dining hall. Quatre sat at the head of the table, with us on each side of us. Most of the fine mahogany piece was empty. On Quatre's left sat Heero and Duo, and on his right, myself and Trowa. Quatre exchanged looks with Trowa, then Duo, and then looked at me before discreetly lowering his eyes to his plate. Heero and Duo snuck glances at each other, and occasionally at me, but mostly kept their gazes down as well.
This bothered me for some reason. There was something they knew and I didn't, and in the war, withholding information could cost lives. But this wasn't the war, I told myself sternly. Perhaps it is one of Duo's pranks, with a surprise at the end so as to cause no hard feelings. I rolled my eyes. Nataku knew there had been enough of them.
I decided I could not take the shifty eyes any longer and abruptly excused myself from the table.
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Well that was a short chapter. Sorry!
Hey at least I'm updating!
Please expect more short chapters for this one, I'm trying to get back into the habit of updating.