Title: Eclipsed
Please be kind, this is my first fanfiction!
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"Pay attention class!" Came Ms. Darkholmes' prudent voice. "It's the beginning of the spring semester, and, as you know, that means a few new students."
The room's silence was permeated only by the sound of someone snoring. A sound all too familiar to her. "And, though I can just taste the bile in the back of my throat at the mere thought of any more of your filthy kind, I want you to give them a nice, warm welcome." A few flippant and half hearted remarks reached her ears. But it was alright. At least this was better than what she normally got.
"Duo." came a whisper from the back corner of the room. "Duo, wake up." The boy rolled his head so that it was an an angle suitable for conversation. "C'mon Duo! You're making me look bad!" He pulled a few mohangy bangs from out of his eyes and stared at his friend with his lavender colored eyes.
"What's the point?" Came his muffled voice. "She hates me anyways."
The blonde nudged him on the shoulder. "Okay, and do you want her to act on that hatred?"
Relucntantly, he picked up his head and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"Eww! Gross!" His friend nearly yelped.
Duo groaned, "What now Quatre?"
"You just got drool all over the desk."
Duo simply rolled his eyes. "Quatre?"
"Yes?" He replied with a curious face.
"Stop being such a prick." Quatre wasn't even fazed.
"Alright. I will... just as soon as you stop being so disrespectful to Ms. Darkholmes!"
"Aww, c'mon man that's a load of crap and you know it."
"Quatre! Duo!" Mrs. Darkholmes' omnious voice boomed across the classroom. "Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?" The two fell silent. "As I thought." She continued, those tiny, spiteful eyes of hers falling upon the unsuspecting brown-haired youth. "As for you, Mr. Maxwell, I've had it just about up to here with that sassy attitude of yours! Now, unless you want another nice, long, two hours of detention, I suggest you put that hot head of yours down on your desk and think of a way to apologize to your fellow students for disrupting their learning experience!"
Duo, of course, was all too happy to comply, adter all, it was just about all he had done for the past three months.
"What the hell were those retards thinking when they hired that douchebag?" Duo half asked, half stated on the quad's lush green grass at lunch.
"What?" Asked a friend.
"Ms. Darkhomles go on another rant on how she can't sleep at night because her hot flashes are getting worse?"
The two chuckled.
"Aww, come on guys," Quatre intervened, "Ms. Darkholmes isn't that bad."
"Ah be quiet Quatre."
"Why don't you be quiet Trowa!"
"Why don't you all be quiet." Came a female voice.
A tall young woman stood before them. Her bright red tanktop and cut off- jeans left little to the imagination. "Just how am I supposed to hear my boyfriend speak when you three meatheads keep yammering?"
Trowa was on his feet in moments, "Why not just dump your boyfriend and give me a little test drive instead?" She pushed him away and strode off, her luxurious honey blonde curls dancing in the breeze.
"Ooh, rejected." Duo taunted.
"Be quiet." Trowa countered. "Duo, I've never seen you with a girlfriend before."
"I told you, I'm just waiting for the right one. You'll see."
"Dude, it's thinking like that, that'll never get you laid."
"Some of us are deeper than you know!"
A silver waterfall cascaded down over Duo's slender frame, washing him clean. Massive clouds of steam poured out from under the curtians. The gentle sounds of falling water soothed his soul. He allowed himself to be swept away in the shower's comforting sensations. He hadn't a care in the world. Except one.
He stepped out of the shower and into his room, one towel clung to his waist, and another one wrapped around his head. He looked into the full length mirror on his wall and snickered. A friend had once told him that if your hair was too big, it'd be easier to wrap it up in a turban-like wrap on your forehead. That it was supposed to make it dry faster. Maybe he'd done something wrong? Strands and tufts overflowed from cracks and breaks in the wrap. He gladly untied the loose knot on the back and unwrapped his new headware. Silky chocolate locks spilled downward, and Duo gentle shook his head from left to right so that each and every strand flowed like waves of the ocean. Apparently, the whole process had worked. He worked his way into the sheets of his bed and gazed out the window. Suddenly Duo's heart felt empty. He flicked off the light switch on the wall next to him and let the pale moon fill his room with silver flourescence.
Maybe Trowa was right. Maybe he did need a girlfriend. Someone to care for him, someone who would be there by his side when he needed it most. Maybe all that was missing from his life was the absolute feeling that defied all reason, the boundless well of absolute pain and total bliss that could only be described, as love...
He shook the notion from his mind and sighed. Whether Trowa was wrong or right, it didn't make much of a difference. All Duo did know, was that he was getting sick and tired of these lonely nights.
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End first chapter. Second chapter on the way! (As soon as Shori types it up)
Please be kind, this is my first fanfiction!
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"Pay attention class!" Came Ms. Darkholmes' prudent voice. "It's the beginning of the spring semester, and, as you know, that means a few new students."
The room's silence was permeated only by the sound of someone snoring. A sound all too familiar to her. "And, though I can just taste the bile in the back of my throat at the mere thought of any more of your filthy kind, I want you to give them a nice, warm welcome." A few flippant and half hearted remarks reached her ears. But it was alright. At least this was better than what she normally got.
"Duo." came a whisper from the back corner of the room. "Duo, wake up." The boy rolled his head so that it was an an angle suitable for conversation. "C'mon Duo! You're making me look bad!" He pulled a few mohangy bangs from out of his eyes and stared at his friend with his lavender colored eyes.
"What's the point?" Came his muffled voice. "She hates me anyways."
The blonde nudged him on the shoulder. "Okay, and do you want her to act on that hatred?"
Relucntantly, he picked up his head and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"Eww! Gross!" His friend nearly yelped.
Duo groaned, "What now Quatre?"
"You just got drool all over the desk."
Duo simply rolled his eyes. "Quatre?"
"Yes?" He replied with a curious face.
"Stop being such a prick." Quatre wasn't even fazed.
"Alright. I will... just as soon as you stop being so disrespectful to Ms. Darkholmes!"
"Aww, c'mon man that's a load of crap and you know it."
"Quatre! Duo!" Mrs. Darkholmes' omnious voice boomed across the classroom. "Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?" The two fell silent. "As I thought." She continued, those tiny, spiteful eyes of hers falling upon the unsuspecting brown-haired youth. "As for you, Mr. Maxwell, I've had it just about up to here with that sassy attitude of yours! Now, unless you want another nice, long, two hours of detention, I suggest you put that hot head of yours down on your desk and think of a way to apologize to your fellow students for disrupting their learning experience!"
Duo, of course, was all too happy to comply, adter all, it was just about all he had done for the past three months.
"What the hell were those retards thinking when they hired that douchebag?" Duo half asked, half stated on the quad's lush green grass at lunch.
"What?" Asked a friend.
"Ms. Darkhomles go on another rant on how she can't sleep at night because her hot flashes are getting worse?"
The two chuckled.
"Aww, come on guys," Quatre intervened, "Ms. Darkholmes isn't that bad."
"Ah be quiet Quatre."
"Why don't you be quiet Trowa!"
"Why don't you all be quiet." Came a female voice.
A tall young woman stood before them. Her bright red tanktop and cut off- jeans left little to the imagination. "Just how am I supposed to hear my boyfriend speak when you three meatheads keep yammering?"
Trowa was on his feet in moments, "Why not just dump your boyfriend and give me a little test drive instead?" She pushed him away and strode off, her luxurious honey blonde curls dancing in the breeze.
"Ooh, rejected." Duo taunted.
"Be quiet." Trowa countered. "Duo, I've never seen you with a girlfriend before."
"I told you, I'm just waiting for the right one. You'll see."
"Dude, it's thinking like that, that'll never get you laid."
"Some of us are deeper than you know!"
A silver waterfall cascaded down over Duo's slender frame, washing him clean. Massive clouds of steam poured out from under the curtians. The gentle sounds of falling water soothed his soul. He allowed himself to be swept away in the shower's comforting sensations. He hadn't a care in the world. Except one.
He stepped out of the shower and into his room, one towel clung to his waist, and another one wrapped around his head. He looked into the full length mirror on his wall and snickered. A friend had once told him that if your hair was too big, it'd be easier to wrap it up in a turban-like wrap on your forehead. That it was supposed to make it dry faster. Maybe he'd done something wrong? Strands and tufts overflowed from cracks and breaks in the wrap. He gladly untied the loose knot on the back and unwrapped his new headware. Silky chocolate locks spilled downward, and Duo gentle shook his head from left to right so that each and every strand flowed like waves of the ocean. Apparently, the whole process had worked. He worked his way into the sheets of his bed and gazed out the window. Suddenly Duo's heart felt empty. He flicked off the light switch on the wall next to him and let the pale moon fill his room with silver flourescence.
Maybe Trowa was right. Maybe he did need a girlfriend. Someone to care for him, someone who would be there by his side when he needed it most. Maybe all that was missing from his life was the absolute feeling that defied all reason, the boundless well of absolute pain and total bliss that could only be described, as love...
He shook the notion from his mind and sighed. Whether Trowa was wrong or right, it didn't make much of a difference. All Duo did know, was that he was getting sick and tired of these lonely nights.
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End first chapter. Second chapter on the way! (As soon as Shori types it up)