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Duo's awakening- Chapter 3
Wufei cleared his throat and I just looked at him.
"Well.... Anytime now Wu-man" I knew the nickname would get him started on his rant. God I love how predictable he is at times.
"Maxwell! I would like you to cease calling me those infuriating names!" I only smile and nod. "Also I would like for you to quite all that smiling, we are in the middle of a war, there is nothing to be that happy about." There he is asking for me to lose my mask, but I agreed anyway, the face splitting smile falling away from my face leaving it emotionless. Everyone stared at me in shock, excluding Trowa, who just looked at me knowingly. Wufei opened and closed his mouth a few times, but I soon began to get annoyed with his staling, even if it wasn't intentional.
"Please, Chang, can you hurry up, I do have things I have to do." Once again I use the last name, maybe they'll catch on, but I doubt it.
"Um... I wish you wouldn't speak so crudely, only street rats speak with the kind of language that you do and we all know a Gundam Pilot cannot be from the streets." Now here Wufei is asking me to give up my past. I don't truly think I could do that. I gave Trowa a pointed look, who returned it with a slight shrug. How little he knew. " I believe that Winner spoke of the noise level so those are my grievances." I looked at him for a while, fighting the urge to smile condescending at him.
"I concede to this agreement, Chang." I said with an emotionless voice. "Now let me express my grievances of you. I would approach it if you didn't speak of everything like you know everything about it. There are some matters of life in which you are ignorant in. I do believe that you could ease up on your sexist ideas and views. I know plenty of women who are strong in both body and mind. I have no wish to hear about your excessive justice rants. I don't believe justice exists and if it has ever existed it is as dead to me as my parents. And now I would greatly approach it if you would open your eyes a little more and see that the world doesn't exist in only black and white. There are many shades of grey, Chang. And I would be it if you opened your eyes to this, because if you don't you will forever remain the ignorant fool that you are today."
Wufei just stared at me at me in complete shock. I didn't think any had ever told him that justice doesn't exist. Poor Wufei- did I just shatter your little, self deluded world? To fucking bad. If I was allowed to I would've smiled, just so I could piss him off. As it is it took a lot of restraint not to.
"So Heero, what do you wish to critic about my habitual living routine?" I ask in a monotone that could've rivaled Heero's.
"I only have one thing I want you to change Duo that the others haven't covered." Wow, this is turning out to me a completely emotionless conversation, or at least voice wise. I gestured for him to continue. " I want you to be less emotionless than you already are and I want you to attract less attention to your self." I raise an eyebrow at this, wasn't, the emotionless part, what Wufei basically asked from me? Hmmm.
"Understood," I stated in perfect monotone, " what I wish for you is to become more emotionally inclined."
"Well, I believe that I have more schematics to run on my Gundam, so with all of your permission I would like to bid you ado." I said, and without even waiting around for their answer I turned away and walked slowly out of the room, I may have to speak more politely, but that sure as hell didn't mean I had to behave politely. I could do what they wanted of me, it makes little to no difference, and all I'll be doing is replacing one mask for another. If they want another Heero, they'll get another Heero, what do I care?
I finished with my Gundam and came back to the house without a sound. I don't announce my arrival as I normally would; I just quietly just walk in to the house.
"You know that they don't believe that you can do it." A voice from behind me said, and I was able to catch the slight jump of surprise before it ever happened. "I heard them all talking about it, and about your demands. They we're all shocked, to say the least, about your demands of them."
"I wanted to hurt them Tro, so I did, it's as simple as that." I said, turning around to face him. " How about you Tro? Do you think that I can do it?"
"Yes, because all this will be to you is another mask."
"But this time it'll be less like the jester's and more like yours."
"Yes."
"G'night Tro, been a blast talkin' ta ya." I said, for the last time, in a while, going back to the slang and manner of speech that I used when I was on the streets.
"Same here." With that Trowa left me alone with my thoughts. Since I'm alone, let's recap what I can and cannot do, shall we?
I can't sleep late- not that I actually do so it's not that big of a deal
I can't act immature- oh well, what can I do? I just want to make everyone happy, great now I sound like a deranged Miss America.
I can't be loud or play my music loud- not being loud I can do, but come on, there is no other way to listen to rock except when it's loud.
I can't call Wufei nicknames- that doesn't bother me so much because I'll be calling him Change from now on anyway.
I can't smile or be happy- who in all of the seven hells ever said that I was fucking happy? I'm one of the most depressed people I know.
I can't use my normal speaking habits- now this might hurt because this is a connect to my past just like my braid. What they're asking here is for me to give up my past and say I'm rich, or have money like them.
I can't be emotional- I'm not that emotional, or at least not when it counts, if G asked me to kill a five year old for the colonies I would, I'd feel like shit about it later and never forgive myself, but I'd still do it.
Long list, eh? Well, let's see what I can do?
I can ..... Help with the chores- dun, dun, duun! Yippie, I've died and gone to heaven. I am being sarcastic, just so you know.
Jeeze, I since an unfairness about this, but whatever. As Trowa said, it's just another mask. I'm still hidden. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that it'll be easy, it won't, but I do think that it is possible. After a while, though, a mask becomes a part of you, and it's kinda hard just to up and change it.
I soon relies that I'm standing her staring in space. Oops, well, lucky no one happened upon me. That would've been amusing. Anyway I began walking soundlessly to my room. When I got there I realized that I had nothing to do, so I sat there on my bed, mimicking what I had done last night. When I had thought that I had friends instead of a friend, and I'm not ever sure that I should consider Trowa a friend, or just someone who understands me. I wonder this time about the other's opinion about me, if they found out that I was just a street rat? Do they think they know shit about me? What do they really think they know about my past? With these questions bombarding my mind, I went to sleep.
Duo's awakening- Chapter 3
Wufei cleared his throat and I just looked at him.
"Well.... Anytime now Wu-man" I knew the nickname would get him started on his rant. God I love how predictable he is at times.
"Maxwell! I would like you to cease calling me those infuriating names!" I only smile and nod. "Also I would like for you to quite all that smiling, we are in the middle of a war, there is nothing to be that happy about." There he is asking for me to lose my mask, but I agreed anyway, the face splitting smile falling away from my face leaving it emotionless. Everyone stared at me in shock, excluding Trowa, who just looked at me knowingly. Wufei opened and closed his mouth a few times, but I soon began to get annoyed with his staling, even if it wasn't intentional.
"Please, Chang, can you hurry up, I do have things I have to do." Once again I use the last name, maybe they'll catch on, but I doubt it.
"Um... I wish you wouldn't speak so crudely, only street rats speak with the kind of language that you do and we all know a Gundam Pilot cannot be from the streets." Now here Wufei is asking me to give up my past. I don't truly think I could do that. I gave Trowa a pointed look, who returned it with a slight shrug. How little he knew. " I believe that Winner spoke of the noise level so those are my grievances." I looked at him for a while, fighting the urge to smile condescending at him.
"I concede to this agreement, Chang." I said with an emotionless voice. "Now let me express my grievances of you. I would approach it if you didn't speak of everything like you know everything about it. There are some matters of life in which you are ignorant in. I do believe that you could ease up on your sexist ideas and views. I know plenty of women who are strong in both body and mind. I have no wish to hear about your excessive justice rants. I don't believe justice exists and if it has ever existed it is as dead to me as my parents. And now I would greatly approach it if you would open your eyes a little more and see that the world doesn't exist in only black and white. There are many shades of grey, Chang. And I would be it if you opened your eyes to this, because if you don't you will forever remain the ignorant fool that you are today."
Wufei just stared at me at me in complete shock. I didn't think any had ever told him that justice doesn't exist. Poor Wufei- did I just shatter your little, self deluded world? To fucking bad. If I was allowed to I would've smiled, just so I could piss him off. As it is it took a lot of restraint not to.
"So Heero, what do you wish to critic about my habitual living routine?" I ask in a monotone that could've rivaled Heero's.
"I only have one thing I want you to change Duo that the others haven't covered." Wow, this is turning out to me a completely emotionless conversation, or at least voice wise. I gestured for him to continue. " I want you to be less emotionless than you already are and I want you to attract less attention to your self." I raise an eyebrow at this, wasn't, the emotionless part, what Wufei basically asked from me? Hmmm.
"Understood," I stated in perfect monotone, " what I wish for you is to become more emotionally inclined."
"Well, I believe that I have more schematics to run on my Gundam, so with all of your permission I would like to bid you ado." I said, and without even waiting around for their answer I turned away and walked slowly out of the room, I may have to speak more politely, but that sure as hell didn't mean I had to behave politely. I could do what they wanted of me, it makes little to no difference, and all I'll be doing is replacing one mask for another. If they want another Heero, they'll get another Heero, what do I care?
I finished with my Gundam and came back to the house without a sound. I don't announce my arrival as I normally would; I just quietly just walk in to the house.
"You know that they don't believe that you can do it." A voice from behind me said, and I was able to catch the slight jump of surprise before it ever happened. "I heard them all talking about it, and about your demands. They we're all shocked, to say the least, about your demands of them."
"I wanted to hurt them Tro, so I did, it's as simple as that." I said, turning around to face him. " How about you Tro? Do you think that I can do it?"
"Yes, because all this will be to you is another mask."
"But this time it'll be less like the jester's and more like yours."
"Yes."
"G'night Tro, been a blast talkin' ta ya." I said, for the last time, in a while, going back to the slang and manner of speech that I used when I was on the streets.
"Same here." With that Trowa left me alone with my thoughts. Since I'm alone, let's recap what I can and cannot do, shall we?
I can't sleep late- not that I actually do so it's not that big of a deal
I can't act immature- oh well, what can I do? I just want to make everyone happy, great now I sound like a deranged Miss America.
I can't be loud or play my music loud- not being loud I can do, but come on, there is no other way to listen to rock except when it's loud.
I can't call Wufei nicknames- that doesn't bother me so much because I'll be calling him Change from now on anyway.
I can't smile or be happy- who in all of the seven hells ever said that I was fucking happy? I'm one of the most depressed people I know.
I can't use my normal speaking habits- now this might hurt because this is a connect to my past just like my braid. What they're asking here is for me to give up my past and say I'm rich, or have money like them.
I can't be emotional- I'm not that emotional, or at least not when it counts, if G asked me to kill a five year old for the colonies I would, I'd feel like shit about it later and never forgive myself, but I'd still do it.
Long list, eh? Well, let's see what I can do?
I can ..... Help with the chores- dun, dun, duun! Yippie, I've died and gone to heaven. I am being sarcastic, just so you know.
Jeeze, I since an unfairness about this, but whatever. As Trowa said, it's just another mask. I'm still hidden. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that it'll be easy, it won't, but I do think that it is possible. After a while, though, a mask becomes a part of you, and it's kinda hard just to up and change it.
I soon relies that I'm standing her staring in space. Oops, well, lucky no one happened upon me. That would've been amusing. Anyway I began walking soundlessly to my room. When I got there I realized that I had nothing to do, so I sat there on my bed, mimicking what I had done last night. When I had thought that I had friends instead of a friend, and I'm not ever sure that I should consider Trowa a friend, or just someone who understands me. I wonder this time about the other's opinion about me, if they found out that I was just a street rat? Do they think they know shit about me? What do they really think they know about my past? With these questions bombarding my mind, I went to sleep.