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Chapter 2-
Duo POV
Damn, their list is more likely than not fifty feet long. I know that Quatre is trying to help, but please, the only thing I really need sugar coated is my cereal. Nothing in my life has ever been easy so why start now? And I haven't felt the pain that they've felt? Can you say Bullshit? I have probably felt more pain and know more suffering than all these assholes put together, so fuck them all.
"Fine, I wont be diplomatic, Duo, but remember what we say is only helpful criticism." Quatre said, and god how I want to hurt him so much right now. Helpful criticism my ass. I stare across the table at them; looking at them with me smile still on my lips thinking of all the ways I wanted to hurt them. I wanted to hurt them as much as they hurt me.... so I will.
"Wait up, I'll get up and walk away if you don't agree to my condition." I said, stopping him before I could find more reasons to hurt him. And people say I have no self control, well it's taking a whole hell of a lot of control not to rip that condescending, mocking tongue out of Quatre's mouth.
"Oh, yes, well what is your condition, Duo?" I hate they way Quatre says my name, like he's eating something that taste nasty, but he doesn't want to be a bad guest and tell his host that they're feeding him dog shit. It just pisses me off. Hold the phone, I can se Quatre fidgeting nervously, oooh I wonder what he thinks I'm going to say?
"I just want to return the favor, I want to give all of you a bit of helpful criticism, too. The way I see it, fair's fair. You don't have to change, because I'm sure as hell not promising anything about me changing, only that I will take all that you guys say into consideration and will most likely do it so we can work together as a team, except, of course, cutting my hair and taking it up the ass." With that last statement Quatre turned an interesting shade of red, Wufei made a shocked noise in the back of his throat, and Heero's eyes widened. Trowa sat there as impassive as ever and I sat there with that stupid ass grin on my face. Trowa was the first person to say anything.
"Understood, I agree." was all he said and with that I have to revise my earlier statement. The one about me suffering more than everyone put together. Trowa just told me, in his own special way, that he too had one hell of a shitty life. Learn something new everyday.
"Cool, now, how 'bout the rest of you guys?"
Quatre, surprisingly, was the first person to recover. "Yes, well, I guess that you are correct, fair is fair, so I agree." I looked at the other two expectantly.
"I concede to the compromise that you have stated." Guess who said this, if you guessed Wu-man, than you are correct!!
Heero, being Heero, just answered with a slight nod of his head.
"So, I ask again, what do you want to have changed about me?" I asked, and thankfully Quatre didn't say anything about helpful criticism. If he had I think that I would've lost it right then and there.
"Well, we all have our grievances, and we never really talked about them amongst each other, so I think it would be best if we took turns, that is if it is okay with you, Duo." Great now they get to take turns burning me, what did I do to deserve such friendship? I just silently shrug my shoulders, knowing that I really don't have any other choice. "Well, I believe that we should do it in order that we've agreed to your conditions, if that's okay with you, Duo?" I cringe slightly at the tone he uses at my name, am I so bad that even the saying my name taste bad? Wait, do I really care? Nope. I just once again shrugged, not really caring what happens. "So, Trowa, why don't you start?"
I turned to look at Trowa, who just in turn looked back at me. I began to wonder what he was going to say that would further my improvement, he the one who has never complained, whined or threatened me to ever change before. I basically knew what everyone else would want different about me, but I hadn't the faintest clue about Trowa, and that made him dangerous.
I soon grew impatient with the whole staring contest that we had going on there, just looking at people could get kinda boring, and I began to wonder how Trowa could do this all the time, granted the people would be moving, not just looking back at you, but all in all, it still has to be kinda boring, and a little bit painful sitting there doing nothing. My impatience soon turned to annoyance. I have better things to do than just sit here and stare at people, granted I don't know what those better things are at the moment, but I'm sure as hell can find something better to so. So I decided to speed things up a little.
"Well," I said, cocking my head to the side, " are you going to help me or not?" I spit the word help out kinda like Quatre says my name, only worse, and saw Quatre flinch. If I wasn't already smiling, I would've been smiling now, as it is, I think my smile just got that much bigger, much to Wife's annoyance. So, I get a kind of perverse pleasure in my friends' discomfort. Sue me, ok? And to think that just last night I was considering these people my close friends. Now I remember why I don't make friends, they always end up leaving me, or fucking me over in the end.
"I have nothing that I would like to change about you, Duo." was all he said. To say I was surprised would be an understatement, but I didn't let any of that show on my face.
"Cool, 'cuz I think that you're a really cool dude you're self. Except for one thing." A this he looked at me exponentially, as did everyone else. "Could you please, now I'm asking you this, but I don't think that you're going to do it, could you please make some goddamn noise when you walk? It fucking freaks me out when you just appear out of nowhere."
At this, Trowa just shook his head and said a simple 'no'. My own answer was just as simple, "Understood." but I left out the threat that I would do the same to him. Seeing Trowa understand what I didn't say while it flew over everyone else's heads, once again, gave me a perverse since of pleasure, so I'm weird, what else is new?
Next was Quatre, I turned to the sweet innocent face of his, and began to wonder what he was going to say. Now I have a general idea for what everyone is gong to say, but Quatre I'm more in the dark with than I am with Wufei, mostly because he lets his grievances well known through out the days.
"Well, I guess it's my turn," my smile got, bigger, if that is at all possible, as I nodded my head vigorously like a five year old on speed. "First off, I would like it if you would act more mature." I nod my head again, but this time only once and slowly. "I would like it if you would help out more around the house with the chores and all. Um... oh, yes, I wish that you would wake up earlier, and stop playing your music so loud and being so loud your self. Some of us do like to enjoy peace and quiet around the house and that seems to be an almost impossibility with you around. Okay, Duo?"
By this time I was smiling so much that it was beginning to hurt my face.
"Are you done, Winner?" I made a point of saying his last name in a formal way. He nods slowly, suddenly unsure of himself, good. "Great, I guess I can do what I want you to do," I say nonchantly, " but just because I can do t, my dear boy, doesn't mean that I will." insert evil laughter here, and people think I'm insane. Well, they're right, but that is a completely different subject. "But there are some things that I would like to help you with, Winner. I want you to stop saying that you understand me, news flash, you don't. I want you to stop intervening with my fights with Wufei and/or Heero. By doing this we have to bottle up all of our frustrations and it leads to all of us being put under ore pressure than what we are already under. We need to get all of our problems out before we end up killing one another. I don't want you to play that damn violin anymore, I hate classical music and I hate orchestra string instruments, excluding the harp, but that it for a reason I won't go into now. I don't want to drink your tea all the time, I find it disgusting and I want some nice, caffeinated, black coffee. I also don't want your moral lessons or opinions. I cause myself enough grief, I truly don't need it from you, too." By this time all the color had drained from Quatre's face, and that sweet diplomatic expression was replace by something akin to horrified disbelief.
"D...Do...Do you really feel that way?" He asked in a quiet, hurt voice. Why is he so pained, I'm just being helpful.
" I don't lie Winner, and just remember, you don't need to do this, and it's just constructive criticism." I smile a special smile at him. God that was fun, but now I have to deal with Wufei. Oh, joy.
Chapter 2-
Duo POV
Damn, their list is more likely than not fifty feet long. I know that Quatre is trying to help, but please, the only thing I really need sugar coated is my cereal. Nothing in my life has ever been easy so why start now? And I haven't felt the pain that they've felt? Can you say Bullshit? I have probably felt more pain and know more suffering than all these assholes put together, so fuck them all.
"Fine, I wont be diplomatic, Duo, but remember what we say is only helpful criticism." Quatre said, and god how I want to hurt him so much right now. Helpful criticism my ass. I stare across the table at them; looking at them with me smile still on my lips thinking of all the ways I wanted to hurt them. I wanted to hurt them as much as they hurt me.... so I will.
"Wait up, I'll get up and walk away if you don't agree to my condition." I said, stopping him before I could find more reasons to hurt him. And people say I have no self control, well it's taking a whole hell of a lot of control not to rip that condescending, mocking tongue out of Quatre's mouth.
"Oh, yes, well what is your condition, Duo?" I hate they way Quatre says my name, like he's eating something that taste nasty, but he doesn't want to be a bad guest and tell his host that they're feeding him dog shit. It just pisses me off. Hold the phone, I can se Quatre fidgeting nervously, oooh I wonder what he thinks I'm going to say?
"I just want to return the favor, I want to give all of you a bit of helpful criticism, too. The way I see it, fair's fair. You don't have to change, because I'm sure as hell not promising anything about me changing, only that I will take all that you guys say into consideration and will most likely do it so we can work together as a team, except, of course, cutting my hair and taking it up the ass." With that last statement Quatre turned an interesting shade of red, Wufei made a shocked noise in the back of his throat, and Heero's eyes widened. Trowa sat there as impassive as ever and I sat there with that stupid ass grin on my face. Trowa was the first person to say anything.
"Understood, I agree." was all he said and with that I have to revise my earlier statement. The one about me suffering more than everyone put together. Trowa just told me, in his own special way, that he too had one hell of a shitty life. Learn something new everyday.
"Cool, now, how 'bout the rest of you guys?"
Quatre, surprisingly, was the first person to recover. "Yes, well, I guess that you are correct, fair is fair, so I agree." I looked at the other two expectantly.
"I concede to the compromise that you have stated." Guess who said this, if you guessed Wu-man, than you are correct!!
Heero, being Heero, just answered with a slight nod of his head.
"So, I ask again, what do you want to have changed about me?" I asked, and thankfully Quatre didn't say anything about helpful criticism. If he had I think that I would've lost it right then and there.
"Well, we all have our grievances, and we never really talked about them amongst each other, so I think it would be best if we took turns, that is if it is okay with you, Duo." Great now they get to take turns burning me, what did I do to deserve such friendship? I just silently shrug my shoulders, knowing that I really don't have any other choice. "Well, I believe that we should do it in order that we've agreed to your conditions, if that's okay with you, Duo?" I cringe slightly at the tone he uses at my name, am I so bad that even the saying my name taste bad? Wait, do I really care? Nope. I just once again shrugged, not really caring what happens. "So, Trowa, why don't you start?"
I turned to look at Trowa, who just in turn looked back at me. I began to wonder what he was going to say that would further my improvement, he the one who has never complained, whined or threatened me to ever change before. I basically knew what everyone else would want different about me, but I hadn't the faintest clue about Trowa, and that made him dangerous.
I soon grew impatient with the whole staring contest that we had going on there, just looking at people could get kinda boring, and I began to wonder how Trowa could do this all the time, granted the people would be moving, not just looking back at you, but all in all, it still has to be kinda boring, and a little bit painful sitting there doing nothing. My impatience soon turned to annoyance. I have better things to do than just sit here and stare at people, granted I don't know what those better things are at the moment, but I'm sure as hell can find something better to so. So I decided to speed things up a little.
"Well," I said, cocking my head to the side, " are you going to help me or not?" I spit the word help out kinda like Quatre says my name, only worse, and saw Quatre flinch. If I wasn't already smiling, I would've been smiling now, as it is, I think my smile just got that much bigger, much to Wife's annoyance. So, I get a kind of perverse pleasure in my friends' discomfort. Sue me, ok? And to think that just last night I was considering these people my close friends. Now I remember why I don't make friends, they always end up leaving me, or fucking me over in the end.
"I have nothing that I would like to change about you, Duo." was all he said. To say I was surprised would be an understatement, but I didn't let any of that show on my face.
"Cool, 'cuz I think that you're a really cool dude you're self. Except for one thing." A this he looked at me exponentially, as did everyone else. "Could you please, now I'm asking you this, but I don't think that you're going to do it, could you please make some goddamn noise when you walk? It fucking freaks me out when you just appear out of nowhere."
At this, Trowa just shook his head and said a simple 'no'. My own answer was just as simple, "Understood." but I left out the threat that I would do the same to him. Seeing Trowa understand what I didn't say while it flew over everyone else's heads, once again, gave me a perverse since of pleasure, so I'm weird, what else is new?
Next was Quatre, I turned to the sweet innocent face of his, and began to wonder what he was going to say. Now I have a general idea for what everyone is gong to say, but Quatre I'm more in the dark with than I am with Wufei, mostly because he lets his grievances well known through out the days.
"Well, I guess it's my turn," my smile got, bigger, if that is at all possible, as I nodded my head vigorously like a five year old on speed. "First off, I would like it if you would act more mature." I nod my head again, but this time only once and slowly. "I would like it if you would help out more around the house with the chores and all. Um... oh, yes, I wish that you would wake up earlier, and stop playing your music so loud and being so loud your self. Some of us do like to enjoy peace and quiet around the house and that seems to be an almost impossibility with you around. Okay, Duo?"
By this time I was smiling so much that it was beginning to hurt my face.
"Are you done, Winner?" I made a point of saying his last name in a formal way. He nods slowly, suddenly unsure of himself, good. "Great, I guess I can do what I want you to do," I say nonchantly, " but just because I can do t, my dear boy, doesn't mean that I will." insert evil laughter here, and people think I'm insane. Well, they're right, but that is a completely different subject. "But there are some things that I would like to help you with, Winner. I want you to stop saying that you understand me, news flash, you don't. I want you to stop intervening with my fights with Wufei and/or Heero. By doing this we have to bottle up all of our frustrations and it leads to all of us being put under ore pressure than what we are already under. We need to get all of our problems out before we end up killing one another. I don't want you to play that damn violin anymore, I hate classical music and I hate orchestra string instruments, excluding the harp, but that it for a reason I won't go into now. I don't want to drink your tea all the time, I find it disgusting and I want some nice, caffeinated, black coffee. I also don't want your moral lessons or opinions. I cause myself enough grief, I truly don't need it from you, too." By this time all the color had drained from Quatre's face, and that sweet diplomatic expression was replace by something akin to horrified disbelief.
"D...Do...Do you really feel that way?" He asked in a quiet, hurt voice. Why is he so pained, I'm just being helpful.
" I don't lie Winner, and just remember, you don't need to do this, and it's just constructive criticism." I smile a special smile at him. God that was fun, but now I have to deal with Wufei. Oh, joy.