Freedom Chapter Three
(Duo's POV)
Sometimes I just want to crawl under a rock and dissapear. Ya know? Sweet dreams world, I've got better things to do? Heero left a little while ago. He has gotten a job on L1, as a Preventer, and is moving here. He wants to be 'buddies' again.
Holy-fucking-shit, Heero! Do you somehow expect me to, after not seeing you for a year, just accept you back into my life? I don't think so, pallie! You've gotta earn that from me. I haven't had any other contact besides Quatre and Trowa once a month or so. My facts have been so fucked up, Heero dumped Trowa along time ago, Trowa is now with Quatre, who dumped Zechs and Wufei, who are still with each other. The only thing I don't get is why hadn't Quatre or Trowa informed me of this change of pairings? Why did they leave me in the dark? That is soooo cruel, man. So cruel.
If you ever were to have met Heero during the war, you would think he was the biggest son of a bitch you'd ever met. But now he seems more content with himself and much more pleasant to be around, hell he's more pleasant than I am, of course, the way I am now--most people are. Quatre just about had a coronary after he called me for the first time, since I'd left, after about a month because I was such a 'cynical old dick' as he put it. If he were to visit me, he would be able to tell what was my problem, with his space heart and all.
Trowa at least is the kinda person who won't pry, he figures that's you're problem and it hasn't got anything do with him. Trowa just kills me sometimes, I can just picture him standing in a corner with his arms crossed, just thinking to himself what idiots we are--making fun of us. It's really a Trowa-type thing to do.
Wufei might do that kind of thing too, but he would be more likely to tell you. I think of all the people I've ever met (allies anyways) he is the scarriest of all--he once lost his white poofy pants. He blamed me, he thought I was the one who stole them as a trick. He had chopped two inches off my braid when Quatre walked in the room with Wufei's laundry--with his poofy pants on top. God, that made me mad.
I had a boyfriend once that was kinda like Wufei's , Quatre's, and Trowa's personalities all smooshed into one, his name was Shay Hing. He was this real weird half Chinese dude, he had longish hair that was really dark red and sexy black eyes. See, he was like Quatre because he could always tell when something was wrong and just how to fix it, he was really quiet too, like Trowa, standoffish like Trowa also. But he was really aggressive when he needed to be--like Wufei, he also didn't stand for any crap and could always tell when you were lying to him (like Wufei can).
But I had to let him go, he was in love with a guy called Jamie Holden, Jamie was a real cute red-head with hair almost as long as mine. I had prettier eyes though, his were bright brown, and he was alot paler than I am, even now.
And... holy shit--I'm ranting. I tend to do that when I'm nervous. Sometimes I just feel like I'm sleeping with my eyes wide open, I can see, hear, and feel everything, but my mind is just ranting on about just shit, that's what I'm doing now--sleeping with my eyes wide open.
(Duo's POV)
Sometimes I just want to crawl under a rock and dissapear. Ya know? Sweet dreams world, I've got better things to do? Heero left a little while ago. He has gotten a job on L1, as a Preventer, and is moving here. He wants to be 'buddies' again.
Holy-fucking-shit, Heero! Do you somehow expect me to, after not seeing you for a year, just accept you back into my life? I don't think so, pallie! You've gotta earn that from me. I haven't had any other contact besides Quatre and Trowa once a month or so. My facts have been so fucked up, Heero dumped Trowa along time ago, Trowa is now with Quatre, who dumped Zechs and Wufei, who are still with each other. The only thing I don't get is why hadn't Quatre or Trowa informed me of this change of pairings? Why did they leave me in the dark? That is soooo cruel, man. So cruel.
If you ever were to have met Heero during the war, you would think he was the biggest son of a bitch you'd ever met. But now he seems more content with himself and much more pleasant to be around, hell he's more pleasant than I am, of course, the way I am now--most people are. Quatre just about had a coronary after he called me for the first time, since I'd left, after about a month because I was such a 'cynical old dick' as he put it. If he were to visit me, he would be able to tell what was my problem, with his space heart and all.
Trowa at least is the kinda person who won't pry, he figures that's you're problem and it hasn't got anything do with him. Trowa just kills me sometimes, I can just picture him standing in a corner with his arms crossed, just thinking to himself what idiots we are--making fun of us. It's really a Trowa-type thing to do.
Wufei might do that kind of thing too, but he would be more likely to tell you. I think of all the people I've ever met (allies anyways) he is the scarriest of all--he once lost his white poofy pants. He blamed me, he thought I was the one who stole them as a trick. He had chopped two inches off my braid when Quatre walked in the room with Wufei's laundry--with his poofy pants on top. God, that made me mad.
I had a boyfriend once that was kinda like Wufei's , Quatre's, and Trowa's personalities all smooshed into one, his name was Shay Hing. He was this real weird half Chinese dude, he had longish hair that was really dark red and sexy black eyes. See, he was like Quatre because he could always tell when something was wrong and just how to fix it, he was really quiet too, like Trowa, standoffish like Trowa also. But he was really aggressive when he needed to be--like Wufei, he also didn't stand for any crap and could always tell when you were lying to him (like Wufei can).
But I had to let him go, he was in love with a guy called Jamie Holden, Jamie was a real cute red-head with hair almost as long as mine. I had prettier eyes though, his were bright brown, and he was alot paler than I am, even now.
And... holy shit--I'm ranting. I tend to do that when I'm nervous. Sometimes I just feel like I'm sleeping with my eyes wide open, I can see, hear, and feel everything, but my mind is just ranting on about just shit, that's what I'm doing now--sleeping with my eyes wide open.