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Finally A new chapter! YEH!
Thank goodness for Co-Writers. This chapter was half written by my good friend Samantha.
Thanks Samantha! The rest was written by, who else? Me!
- Will indicate the whispering voice
- will indicate Heero's thoughts
Bewildered Heartbeat chapter #2 – Missing Love
Quatre turned off the stove after a faint whistle came to his delicately sensitive ears.
He sighed and grabbed the two mugs, the steam from the kettle warmed him, it was winter outside, and the snow was falling elegantly on the ground and piling
up in what seems an endless heap.
"Here"
Heero glanced at the cup and took it, the warmth searing through his hands. It felt good, like someone running their hands all over you seeking you and comforting you in a way you never knew they could.
"Arigato Quatre-Kun"
Quatre smiled, making his green eyes shine with pride, he felt at peace when he could make Heero happy; Quatre knew he would do anything for his cousin.
"Douitashimashite," Pulling a chair form the table, Quatre sat down and eyed his cousin.
"Tell me about your dream Heero."
Heero sighed looking into the swirling depths of his still half full tea cup, "I already did, it was no different that the one I talked to you about before."
"Exactly?" said Quatre, his eyebrow raising a bit.
"Exactly." Heero said darkly.
Quatre touched his heart, 'He was someone, that you loved deeply, I can tell that. I can feel it in my heart, my soul." He smiled and settled back into his chair.
Heero turned his head slightly to watch the snow falling to the ground outside the kitchen window. The wind made the snow wiped and whirled in circles, then a dark shape started to form.
Blinking his eyes a couple of times Heero glanced back out the window, nothing, it must have just been his imagination.
Heero Heero started, did he just here his name? "Hn." Heero rubbed his temples, maybe Quatre was right, this dream of his might have gotten him a little to worked up, he was even starting to believe someone was whispering to him.
Heero! "What the?!" At that voice practically shouting his name, Heero fell out of his chair!
"Heero?!" Quatre put down his teacup and was at his cousins' side. "Heero, why did you fall on the floor?"
Heero hauled himself off the floor and back into his chair.
"Heero please tell me what's wrong!" Quatre's eyes were full of worry.
what's wrong? What's wrong! I just heard someone whispering my name that's what! And it sounded so...familiar.
Heero was jerked from his thoughts as Quatre shook him, "Heero!"
Quatre was now really worried for his cousin; Heero was never like this before.
Heero tried to glare at Quatre, but today, his glare didn't seem to be working, "Hn, I'll be fine Quatre."
Quatre brow creased and then he smiled, "Ok, but you know you I'm always here to talk to." Heero nodded.
Quatre slowly rose off the floor and sauntered back to his seat at the table.
Heero sighed, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. This isn't happening...I know somehow my dream was real, but, whispering voices? Also if his dream was true, Duo was dead. Wasn't he?
Heero mulled that idea around in his mind for a few moments. well...Duo did say, "I'll find you again"...nononono! That couldn't happen, Duo was dead, they're no such thing as life after death! I mean if someone's dead, they're dead right?
Then an unusual thought crossed his mind, a highly unusual thought, so unusual the thought didn't even cross his mind till now.
Heero idly brought his right hand up and brushed his index finger over one of his fangs.
He was a vampire; Humans say that vampires are the dead that came back to life. The dead...coming back to, Life, after death? But, he had always been a vampire, hadn't he?
Heero rolled that idea around in his mind also. He couldn't ever remember not being a vampire. But then he thought about something, Heero had never known about his parents, were they vampires too?
And, if he was at one time human, how did be become a vampire?
Damn, all this thinking was giving him a major headache.
Scooting his chair away from the kitchen table, Heero slowly stood, stretching his legs a bit. "I'm off to bed Quatre."
Quatre looked up at Heero and gave him a gentle smile, "Ok have a good sleep." Heero nodded and headed up to his room.
Once in his room, Heero stripped his clothing and headed for the bathroom. A nice shower would do him good; Heero reached in the shower, turned the nozzle, and stepped into the welcoming heat.
Letting the hot water wash over him was exactly what Heero needed. He picked up his shampoo and inhaled its lovely sent. mmmm...Strawberries [1]
He poured some into his palm and worked it through his hair till it formed a fine lather.
Satisfied that his hair was clean enough, Heero rinsed out the soft white soapy suds. Turning the water off, Heero grabbed a towel from the side of the tub and wrapped it around his waste. Heero stepped out of the shower and wiped the steam off the mirror.
Heero suddenly turned ghost white and his breath caught in his throat. In the mirror staring straight back at him, was not his reflection, but of an older version of Duo! Nononono...this can't be right!
The image in the mirror winked at him, "Hey you Heero, I said I would find you ne?"
Reality suddenly flooded through his mine and his body was no longer frozen from shock. "Aaaahhh!" Heero never knew he could run so fast in all his life. "Quatre! Quatre!"
Quatre's door flung open in time to catch a very shaken and frightened Heero in his arms!
"Heero, Heero, try to calm down and tell me what happened!" Heero's eyes just got wider if possible, Calm down!? Ha clam down he says! Let him see one of his dead friends in his mirror and see how calm he is!
TBC...
[1]- I heard somewhere that Heero loved strawberries, I don't know.
I'm working on the next chapter...but...I will not post it till I get some reviews!
I Need reviews! No chapter till I get reviews!
Finally A new chapter! YEH!
Thank goodness for Co-Writers. This chapter was half written by my good friend Samantha.
Thanks Samantha! The rest was written by, who else? Me!
- Will indicate the whispering voice
- will indicate Heero's thoughts
Bewildered Heartbeat chapter #2 – Missing Love
Quatre turned off the stove after a faint whistle came to his delicately sensitive ears.
He sighed and grabbed the two mugs, the steam from the kettle warmed him, it was winter outside, and the snow was falling elegantly on the ground and piling
up in what seems an endless heap.
"Here"
Heero glanced at the cup and took it, the warmth searing through his hands. It felt good, like someone running their hands all over you seeking you and comforting you in a way you never knew they could.
"Arigato Quatre-Kun"
Quatre smiled, making his green eyes shine with pride, he felt at peace when he could make Heero happy; Quatre knew he would do anything for his cousin.
"Douitashimashite," Pulling a chair form the table, Quatre sat down and eyed his cousin.
"Tell me about your dream Heero."
Heero sighed looking into the swirling depths of his still half full tea cup, "I already did, it was no different that the one I talked to you about before."
"Exactly?" said Quatre, his eyebrow raising a bit.
"Exactly." Heero said darkly.
Quatre touched his heart, 'He was someone, that you loved deeply, I can tell that. I can feel it in my heart, my soul." He smiled and settled back into his chair.
Heero turned his head slightly to watch the snow falling to the ground outside the kitchen window. The wind made the snow wiped and whirled in circles, then a dark shape started to form.
Blinking his eyes a couple of times Heero glanced back out the window, nothing, it must have just been his imagination.
Heero Heero started, did he just here his name? "Hn." Heero rubbed his temples, maybe Quatre was right, this dream of his might have gotten him a little to worked up, he was even starting to believe someone was whispering to him.
Heero! "What the?!" At that voice practically shouting his name, Heero fell out of his chair!
"Heero?!" Quatre put down his teacup and was at his cousins' side. "Heero, why did you fall on the floor?"
Heero hauled himself off the floor and back into his chair.
"Heero please tell me what's wrong!" Quatre's eyes were full of worry.
what's wrong? What's wrong! I just heard someone whispering my name that's what! And it sounded so...familiar.
Heero was jerked from his thoughts as Quatre shook him, "Heero!"
Quatre was now really worried for his cousin; Heero was never like this before.
Heero tried to glare at Quatre, but today, his glare didn't seem to be working, "Hn, I'll be fine Quatre."
Quatre brow creased and then he smiled, "Ok, but you know you I'm always here to talk to." Heero nodded.
Quatre slowly rose off the floor and sauntered back to his seat at the table.
Heero sighed, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. This isn't happening...I know somehow my dream was real, but, whispering voices? Also if his dream was true, Duo was dead. Wasn't he?
Heero mulled that idea around in his mind for a few moments. well...Duo did say, "I'll find you again"...nononono! That couldn't happen, Duo was dead, they're no such thing as life after death! I mean if someone's dead, they're dead right?
Then an unusual thought crossed his mind, a highly unusual thought, so unusual the thought didn't even cross his mind till now.
Heero idly brought his right hand up and brushed his index finger over one of his fangs.
He was a vampire; Humans say that vampires are the dead that came back to life. The dead...coming back to, Life, after death? But, he had always been a vampire, hadn't he?
Heero rolled that idea around in his mind also. He couldn't ever remember not being a vampire. But then he thought about something, Heero had never known about his parents, were they vampires too?
And, if he was at one time human, how did be become a vampire?
Damn, all this thinking was giving him a major headache.
Scooting his chair away from the kitchen table, Heero slowly stood, stretching his legs a bit. "I'm off to bed Quatre."
Quatre looked up at Heero and gave him a gentle smile, "Ok have a good sleep." Heero nodded and headed up to his room.
Once in his room, Heero stripped his clothing and headed for the bathroom. A nice shower would do him good; Heero reached in the shower, turned the nozzle, and stepped into the welcoming heat.
Letting the hot water wash over him was exactly what Heero needed. He picked up his shampoo and inhaled its lovely sent. mmmm...Strawberries [1]
He poured some into his palm and worked it through his hair till it formed a fine lather.
Satisfied that his hair was clean enough, Heero rinsed out the soft white soapy suds. Turning the water off, Heero grabbed a towel from the side of the tub and wrapped it around his waste. Heero stepped out of the shower and wiped the steam off the mirror.
Heero suddenly turned ghost white and his breath caught in his throat. In the mirror staring straight back at him, was not his reflection, but of an older version of Duo! Nononono...this can't be right!
The image in the mirror winked at him, "Hey you Heero, I said I would find you ne?"
Reality suddenly flooded through his mine and his body was no longer frozen from shock. "Aaaahhh!" Heero never knew he could run so fast in all his life. "Quatre! Quatre!"
Quatre's door flung open in time to catch a very shaken and frightened Heero in his arms!
"Heero, Heero, try to calm down and tell me what happened!" Heero's eyes just got wider if possible, Calm down!? Ha clam down he says! Let him see one of his dead friends in his mirror and see how calm he is!
TBC...
[1]- I heard somewhere that Heero loved strawberries, I don't know.
I'm working on the next chapter...but...I will not post it till I get some reviews!
I Need reviews! No chapter till I get reviews!