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Here! Next chapter!
Ed: Wow. I'm the first to get it? I don't even watch Cowboy Bebop(which,
for some weird reason, I keep spelling 'Coyboy Bepop' -_-;;). Hmm. In
that case, I love your dog! My friend wants one of those, she thinks
they're adorable!
If this chapter is a little weird/overly descriptive, I blame it on Julius
Caesar(no, not the man). I have to read it for English. It's messing with
my mind.
A page or so of this is written immediately after reading part of the book,
so I was still in Shakespearian mode.
***
Gondor, November 1
As the sun slowly inched it's way up the high walls of Minas Tirith, steadily
creeping over the battlements and towers, the inhabitants within this
mighty city began to slowly awake.
In a small window carved out of the white stone making up most of the
city, a beam of sunlight crept in, much to the annoyance of the person
sleeping inside.
"Stupid sun...go 'way," The young teenager muttered, rolling over and
pulling his woolen blanket up above his head, tightly shutting his eyes
and attempting to block out the light filtering into his room.
After lying there for a little more than a minute, one conscious thought
found it's way into his mind.
'It's really quite hot under here.'
Sighing melodramatically, he threw the sheets off, sending a harsh glare
in the direction of the offending ray of light.
Sitting on the side of his bed, he grabbed his braid of hair, systematically
undoing it and wondering why he hadn't taken it out when he went to
sleep.
Shrugging, Duo blamed it on the party. It had gone on all night, so he
hadn't gotten back to his house until three; Solo hadn't come home until
five.
He grinned, pulling the old gray shirt he slept in off over his head, and
grabbing a fresh white one out of a drawer. Solo was so busted.
Laughing softly and maniacally, he quickly changed the rest of his clothes
without incident, rebraided his hair, then tripped and fell on his face as he
walked out of his room.
He scowled, then pushed himself up, cheerful again.
Was there any greater pleasure than that of knowing your sibling was
going to be in a lot of trouble?
He shook his head no. He couldn't think of anything, at least not at this
early hour.
Sniggering to himself, he padded down the stone hallways of his house,
stopping outside a wooden door, maybe ten feet away from the main
entrance and exit.
Raising one hand to eye level with the door, he smiled from ear to ear at
the mental image of what he was about to do, then harshly rapped on
the faded wood, calling out in an obnoxiously loud and cheery voice.
"Good morning, Solo! Are you awake yet? The whole of the city is up by
now, father has already left for his job! It's a beeeautiful day out; the sun
is shining, the birds are singing, and your adored younger brother is here
to pull the sheets off of your bed and sing the newfound praises of this
glorious heaven-sent day!"
As he finished that sentence and opened his mouth for the next, the door
flew open, barely missing him as he jumped backwards, bouncing from his
previous spot to the one he now occupied.
Dark rimmed eyes glared at Duo, as Solo stood framed in the light
seeping from under his partially open window.
Duo observed his brother.
His dark hair was disheveled and messy and he was wearing the same
clothes he had on the previous night: a pair of soft deep brown pants
and a black shirt with lacing part way down the chest, all undone with the
ties hanging loose. He looked mostly asleep, and even as he stood in the
doorway, sending his younger brother the most ferocious look possible at
the moment, he yawned, swaying slightly.
"Ooh," Duo said tauntingly, "Someone's gonna be put on guard duty
again. You've got a meeting in five minutes, and if you show up like that,"
He pointed at his brother, grinning, "I doubt they'll let you out the city for
a year!"
"Go. Away." Solo said hoarsely, reaching out of the doorway, and shoving
Duo backwards and giving his braid a hard yank, before slamming the
door.
Sticking his tongue out at the closed door, Duo laughed.
He then winced and rubbed the back of his head tenderly, before turning
around and walking out of the door, heading down to his favorite post; a
small overhanging area, looking down upon the main road, reachable only
by a narrow flight of stairs.
***
Hilde sighed.
She was sitting on a bench near the center of the city, all alone and
bored. Looking around her at the steady trickle of people walking past,
she brushed a strand of dark black, almost blue hair out of her face.
She sighed again, then smiled.
Remembering the festival, she admitted she had to agree with Duo. It
had been fun.
They had both been with their own groups of friends until the dancing
started. By the time that most others were pairing up in couples and
dancing around the bonfire, she and Duo had slipped away, watching as
they left the shapes and shadows cast by the shifting flames.
She had met him as planned, behind the smithery.
There they had sat and talked for around five hours, leaving only to steal
the occasional pastry or mug of cider from unattended booths.
And now, sitting on a bench in the middle of the fortress called Minas Tirith, Hilde laughed.
***
Duo leaned over the wall, perfectly white but for where the passage of
time had left it's mark, helped by the changing seasons relentless winds
and weathering, leaving behind patches of gray and brown: Scars on a
flawless mask.
He slouched down, dangling one arm over the edge, his fingertips
brushing stone still cool from the early morning condensation that
gathered each day upon it's roughened surface.
He glanced over the edge of the wall, searching the clear blue sky for
something of interest.
He shoved off of the wall, falling backwards and landing sprawled on hs
back, looking upwards towards the heavens.
Duo Maxwell was dead bored.
Placing the back of one hand on his brow and exhaling loudly, he rolled
over onto his stomach, lazily watching a small brown and green bug crawl
by, not a inch from his face.
He continued watching as it walked over the length of a twig, hit the end
and turned around, walking back the way it came.
He sighed again, his breath sending the insect flying backwards, tumbling
over in midair and landing on it's back, legs waving in the air as it franticly
tried to right itself.
Watching it struggle in an almost amused manner, he pushed himself off
the ground, remaining in this position- arms straight and locked, back flat,
legs no longer touching the floor- for several seconds before bending his
elbows and with a shove, snapping into a seated position. He lazily
leaned forward to scratch his leg and casually flipped the insect right side
up, as his arm traveled back to rest at his side.
"Man," He said, lying back down on his back, "Nothing good ever
happens here. It's incredibly boring."
He closed his eyes, sighing melodramatically for the third time that day,
then slowly stood up.
Shaking a crick out of his neck, he walked back over to his position at the
wall, where he promptly collapsed over it, draping his upper body over
the edge of the stone boundary, his head resting on it next to a small
crack in the rock.
He pulled one leg up, so that he was lying straddling the wall, one arm
and one leg on either side of it.
Duo lay like that for a few minutes, dozing off and waking up as he heard
the call of a bird flying overhead.
He sat up, one lightly booted foot kicking against the outer stone, the
other
brushing the dirty ground. He looked up at the bird, an ordinary sea bird,
winging it's way above him.
He laughed, jumping off the wall and watching it's path as it headed
towards the ocean far away, just out of sight from the city.
He cast a glance around him; no one in sight, most people were at work
or sleeping off the after affects of the party.
He grinned, then turned his face to the sky and shouted after it.
"Hey! Hey, you! Bird! Bring me an adventure!"
Duo paused, listening to his voice bounce off the seemingly white-washed
walls and towers of the city, then laughed at the absurdity of it all.
He brushed the dirt off of his clothes and, whistling a dance tune, walked
over the the stairs and hopped down them two at a time, never paying
that wish another thought.
***
Far over the city of Minas Tirith, a white bird heard the echo of a wish
made in the naïvety and innocence of youth and slowly flew onwards,
paying it no heed.
***
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I know I have an audiance of more than seven people...
Hey you! Yeah, you! The person reading this who hasn't reviewed yet!
Please tell me what you think of this story!
Thanks...
LunarEclipse3412: ^^ I'm on a favorites list...of someone I don't know
personally!
Claire: Setting Duo on me? Hell yeah, I'd like that. Relena? Ok, I give!
Here! Next chapter!
Ed: Wow. I'm the first to get it? I don't even watch Cowboy Bebop(which,
for some weird reason, I keep spelling 'Coyboy Bepop' -_-;;). Hmm. In
that case, I love your dog! My friend wants one of those, she thinks
they're adorable!
If this chapter is a little weird/overly descriptive, I blame it on Julius
Caesar(no, not the man). I have to read it for English. It's messing with
my mind.
A page or so of this is written immediately after reading part of the book,
so I was still in Shakespearian mode.
***
Gondor, November 1
As the sun slowly inched it's way up the high walls of Minas Tirith, steadily
creeping over the battlements and towers, the inhabitants within this
mighty city began to slowly awake.
In a small window carved out of the white stone making up most of the
city, a beam of sunlight crept in, much to the annoyance of the person
sleeping inside.
"Stupid sun...go 'way," The young teenager muttered, rolling over and
pulling his woolen blanket up above his head, tightly shutting his eyes
and attempting to block out the light filtering into his room.
After lying there for a little more than a minute, one conscious thought
found it's way into his mind.
'It's really quite hot under here.'
Sighing melodramatically, he threw the sheets off, sending a harsh glare
in the direction of the offending ray of light.
Sitting on the side of his bed, he grabbed his braid of hair, systematically
undoing it and wondering why he hadn't taken it out when he went to
sleep.
Shrugging, Duo blamed it on the party. It had gone on all night, so he
hadn't gotten back to his house until three; Solo hadn't come home until
five.
He grinned, pulling the old gray shirt he slept in off over his head, and
grabbing a fresh white one out of a drawer. Solo was so busted.
Laughing softly and maniacally, he quickly changed the rest of his clothes
without incident, rebraided his hair, then tripped and fell on his face as he
walked out of his room.
He scowled, then pushed himself up, cheerful again.
Was there any greater pleasure than that of knowing your sibling was
going to be in a lot of trouble?
He shook his head no. He couldn't think of anything, at least not at this
early hour.
Sniggering to himself, he padded down the stone hallways of his house,
stopping outside a wooden door, maybe ten feet away from the main
entrance and exit.
Raising one hand to eye level with the door, he smiled from ear to ear at
the mental image of what he was about to do, then harshly rapped on
the faded wood, calling out in an obnoxiously loud and cheery voice.
"Good morning, Solo! Are you awake yet? The whole of the city is up by
now, father has already left for his job! It's a beeeautiful day out; the sun
is shining, the birds are singing, and your adored younger brother is here
to pull the sheets off of your bed and sing the newfound praises of this
glorious heaven-sent day!"
As he finished that sentence and opened his mouth for the next, the door
flew open, barely missing him as he jumped backwards, bouncing from his
previous spot to the one he now occupied.
Dark rimmed eyes glared at Duo, as Solo stood framed in the light
seeping from under his partially open window.
Duo observed his brother.
His dark hair was disheveled and messy and he was wearing the same
clothes he had on the previous night: a pair of soft deep brown pants
and a black shirt with lacing part way down the chest, all undone with the
ties hanging loose. He looked mostly asleep, and even as he stood in the
doorway, sending his younger brother the most ferocious look possible at
the moment, he yawned, swaying slightly.
"Ooh," Duo said tauntingly, "Someone's gonna be put on guard duty
again. You've got a meeting in five minutes, and if you show up like that,"
He pointed at his brother, grinning, "I doubt they'll let you out the city for
a year!"
"Go. Away." Solo said hoarsely, reaching out of the doorway, and shoving
Duo backwards and giving his braid a hard yank, before slamming the
door.
Sticking his tongue out at the closed door, Duo laughed.
He then winced and rubbed the back of his head tenderly, before turning
around and walking out of the door, heading down to his favorite post; a
small overhanging area, looking down upon the main road, reachable only
by a narrow flight of stairs.
***
Hilde sighed.
She was sitting on a bench near the center of the city, all alone and
bored. Looking around her at the steady trickle of people walking past,
she brushed a strand of dark black, almost blue hair out of her face.
She sighed again, then smiled.
Remembering the festival, she admitted she had to agree with Duo. It
had been fun.
They had both been with their own groups of friends until the dancing
started. By the time that most others were pairing up in couples and
dancing around the bonfire, she and Duo had slipped away, watching as
they left the shapes and shadows cast by the shifting flames.
She had met him as planned, behind the smithery.
There they had sat and talked for around five hours, leaving only to steal
the occasional pastry or mug of cider from unattended booths.
And now, sitting on a bench in the middle of the fortress called Minas Tirith, Hilde laughed.
***
Duo leaned over the wall, perfectly white but for where the passage of
time had left it's mark, helped by the changing seasons relentless winds
and weathering, leaving behind patches of gray and brown: Scars on a
flawless mask.
He slouched down, dangling one arm over the edge, his fingertips
brushing stone still cool from the early morning condensation that
gathered each day upon it's roughened surface.
He glanced over the edge of the wall, searching the clear blue sky for
something of interest.
He shoved off of the wall, falling backwards and landing sprawled on hs
back, looking upwards towards the heavens.
Duo Maxwell was dead bored.
Placing the back of one hand on his brow and exhaling loudly, he rolled
over onto his stomach, lazily watching a small brown and green bug crawl
by, not a inch from his face.
He continued watching as it walked over the length of a twig, hit the end
and turned around, walking back the way it came.
He sighed again, his breath sending the insect flying backwards, tumbling
over in midair and landing on it's back, legs waving in the air as it franticly
tried to right itself.
Watching it struggle in an almost amused manner, he pushed himself off
the ground, remaining in this position- arms straight and locked, back flat,
legs no longer touching the floor- for several seconds before bending his
elbows and with a shove, snapping into a seated position. He lazily
leaned forward to scratch his leg and casually flipped the insect right side
up, as his arm traveled back to rest at his side.
"Man," He said, lying back down on his back, "Nothing good ever
happens here. It's incredibly boring."
He closed his eyes, sighing melodramatically for the third time that day,
then slowly stood up.
Shaking a crick out of his neck, he walked back over to his position at the
wall, where he promptly collapsed over it, draping his upper body over
the edge of the stone boundary, his head resting on it next to a small
crack in the rock.
He pulled one leg up, so that he was lying straddling the wall, one arm
and one leg on either side of it.
Duo lay like that for a few minutes, dozing off and waking up as he heard
the call of a bird flying overhead.
He sat up, one lightly booted foot kicking against the outer stone, the
other
brushing the dirty ground. He looked up at the bird, an ordinary sea bird,
winging it's way above him.
He laughed, jumping off the wall and watching it's path as it headed
towards the ocean far away, just out of sight from the city.
He cast a glance around him; no one in sight, most people were at work
or sleeping off the after affects of the party.
He grinned, then turned his face to the sky and shouted after it.
"Hey! Hey, you! Bird! Bring me an adventure!"
Duo paused, listening to his voice bounce off the seemingly white-washed
walls and towers of the city, then laughed at the absurdity of it all.
He brushed the dirt off of his clothes and, whistling a dance tune, walked
over the the stairs and hopped down them two at a time, never paying
that wish another thought.
***
Far over the city of Minas Tirith, a white bird heard the echo of a wish
made in the naïvety and innocence of youth and slowly flew onwards,
paying it no heed.
***
Come on, please review?
I know I have an audiance of more than seven people...
Hey you! Yeah, you! The person reading this who hasn't reviewed yet!
Please tell me what you think of this story!