The Blizzard
Chapter Seven
Cursed For Life
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AN: Fwee, am I ever tired. Running around for coffee is painful. Who drinks coffee at noon anyway? shrugs Oh well, that's my job and I'm sticking to it. My head is killing me, but I need to finish typing up some fanfiction pretty quick here, so that's what I'm doing. Hope you like the chapter, this fic is almost done. Don't hate me, I have a cruel way of putting things into place, it will all work out... eventually....
DISCLAIMER: Is there hot yaoi sex on the show? No? Then I don't own it.
THANKS TO:
Oliversgurl: I have read some of the Piers Anthony series, but not that particular one. I like the fuck like bunnies idea, but it doesn't work like that in real life so it doesn't work like that in this fic.
PATTY 40: Doctors scare me. And I also think they're full of shit because they always prescribe me worthless medication that doesn't work. If it was serious, I would see them. Thank you for your concern. Thanks for the review.
Lisi Li: MEH! poke Which ways are that, hmmmm?
Demonskid: Yes there will be another chapter. No everything will not go back to being fine and dandy, sorry.
evilgoddess1990: Thanks, I guess... ; I do what I hafta!
Feanturi Dindel: Yes, I am an evil creature. I eat squirrels. Hope you liked the chapter.
S.: Thank you! I feel loved!
Ebony Black: More love! YAY!
ON TO THE FIC!!!
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"Trowa! Could you pass me that box?" the blonde arabian called, leaning awkwardly to string lights around the room.
A brown haired youth with an odd unibang hairstyle held the smaller boy to keep him from losing balance and falling over. He held out a box with more crystalline lights, attatched to a thin cord to keep them all lit. He kissed the blonde on the cheek lightly as he handed him the lights. "I still don't see why we're going to all this trouble, love."
The arabian pouted cutely, huffing at the taller youth that held his waist. "Because Trowa, I've already explained this a million times! The others are all coming over, along with quite a few guests, so the house needs to look festive!"
"But the Santa out front? It's scaring away the birds."
Quatre sighed deeply. "All right, maybe that bit IS a little excessive..." He frowned at the look he was recieving. "Okay! I'll get rid of it!"
"Thank you tenshi," Trowa smiled, giving his love a peck on the lips. "I'd better get back to the cookies."
The other nodded as the unibanged pilot walked off. A few moments passed before Quatre's head snapped to the direction of the kitchen. "TROWA!!! I TOLD YOU NO MORE BAKING! YOU NEARLY BURNT THE KITCHEN DOWN LAST TIME!" he screeched, frantically running off to the kitchen.
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'CHRISTMAS TREES! FRESHLY CUT!'
"That one Trowa! Pull into that lot!"
"I see it."
"Watch out for the gate!"
"I see it."
"Don't hit that person!"
Sigh. "I won't."
Screeching brakes. Two car doors closing. "We're here!" the tiny arabian chirped.
"Pick one so we can go."
"You're such a grinch Trowa!" Quatre protested, tugging on his lover's sleeve. "Let's look at these ones over here!"
The smaller pilot led his other around the lot, pointing at each tree, picking out all their flaws, and finally coming to one conclusion. "None of them are big enough."
"Need a bigger tree, son?" the owner of the lot approached them. He was a gruff looking man, unshaven and wearing a thick winter coat, even though it was barely below 10 degrees celsius.
"Yes please," Quatre chimed politely. Trowa wrapped a possesive arm around his waist. "Do you have one?"
"Yes'sir! Jus' follow me," the man lumbered off, leaving the two pilots to follow him.
They walked for ages through the maze of trees before a large pine, set up in the middle of all the others, came into view. Quatre stared in awe. "Magnificent..."
Trowa saw the look in his love's eyes. He pulled out his wallet. "We'll take it."
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Getting the large tree home, was another deal all together.
In total, they spent two hundred and twenty-five dollars getting the overly-huge tree back to the Winner mansion. After purchasing the tree and realizing their tiny car could never carry it, they ended up renting a truck to bring it back. But now it stood in the center of the main room in all it's glory.
As the two were just finishing trimming the tree, the phone beeped shrilly, yelling at them to pick it up. "Rishid must have transferred it from downstairs, so it must be one of the guys! I'll get it!" Quatre yelled, running off down the hallway to the study.
Quatre picked up the vid-phone, holding it to his ear. "Ah! Duo! I was wondering if you would call."
He saw the other pilot's face grin, masking a hidden saddness. "Hey Quatre. How are things going between you and Tro?"
"Oh just wonderful!" the blonde grinned. "But that's not the point. Why did you call? I have a feeling that wasn't it."
Duo frowned and mumbled to himself, shifting in his chair. "No, you're right, that isn't why I called..."
Quatre noticed the immediate change in his friend's mood. "Duo? Is something wrong?"
"Everything's wrong Quat," Duo smiled falsely on the screen, tears slipping down his face. "Everything..."
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AN: Well? How do you like? Anyway, review please, or you don't get the next chappy! This fic is nearing the end! Meep! Only three chapters to go! By the way, go read Spirit of Paradise's stuff, or I shall hurt you with a pointy spoon!
Chapter Seven
Cursed For Life
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AN: Fwee, am I ever tired. Running around for coffee is painful. Who drinks coffee at noon anyway? shrugs Oh well, that's my job and I'm sticking to it. My head is killing me, but I need to finish typing up some fanfiction pretty quick here, so that's what I'm doing. Hope you like the chapter, this fic is almost done. Don't hate me, I have a cruel way of putting things into place, it will all work out... eventually....
DISCLAIMER: Is there hot yaoi sex on the show? No? Then I don't own it.
THANKS TO:
Oliversgurl: I have read some of the Piers Anthony series, but not that particular one. I like the fuck like bunnies idea, but it doesn't work like that in real life so it doesn't work like that in this fic.
PATTY 40: Doctors scare me. And I also think they're full of shit because they always prescribe me worthless medication that doesn't work. If it was serious, I would see them. Thank you for your concern. Thanks for the review.
Lisi Li: MEH! poke Which ways are that, hmmmm?
Demonskid: Yes there will be another chapter. No everything will not go back to being fine and dandy, sorry.
evilgoddess1990: Thanks, I guess... ; I do what I hafta!
Feanturi Dindel: Yes, I am an evil creature. I eat squirrels. Hope you liked the chapter.
S.: Thank you! I feel loved!
Ebony Black: More love! YAY!
ON TO THE FIC!!!
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"Trowa! Could you pass me that box?" the blonde arabian called, leaning awkwardly to string lights around the room.
A brown haired youth with an odd unibang hairstyle held the smaller boy to keep him from losing balance and falling over. He held out a box with more crystalline lights, attatched to a thin cord to keep them all lit. He kissed the blonde on the cheek lightly as he handed him the lights. "I still don't see why we're going to all this trouble, love."
The arabian pouted cutely, huffing at the taller youth that held his waist. "Because Trowa, I've already explained this a million times! The others are all coming over, along with quite a few guests, so the house needs to look festive!"
"But the Santa out front? It's scaring away the birds."
Quatre sighed deeply. "All right, maybe that bit IS a little excessive..." He frowned at the look he was recieving. "Okay! I'll get rid of it!"
"Thank you tenshi," Trowa smiled, giving his love a peck on the lips. "I'd better get back to the cookies."
The other nodded as the unibanged pilot walked off. A few moments passed before Quatre's head snapped to the direction of the kitchen. "TROWA!!! I TOLD YOU NO MORE BAKING! YOU NEARLY BURNT THE KITCHEN DOWN LAST TIME!" he screeched, frantically running off to the kitchen.
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'CHRISTMAS TREES! FRESHLY CUT!'
"That one Trowa! Pull into that lot!"
"I see it."
"Watch out for the gate!"
"I see it."
"Don't hit that person!"
Sigh. "I won't."
Screeching brakes. Two car doors closing. "We're here!" the tiny arabian chirped.
"Pick one so we can go."
"You're such a grinch Trowa!" Quatre protested, tugging on his lover's sleeve. "Let's look at these ones over here!"
The smaller pilot led his other around the lot, pointing at each tree, picking out all their flaws, and finally coming to one conclusion. "None of them are big enough."
"Need a bigger tree, son?" the owner of the lot approached them. He was a gruff looking man, unshaven and wearing a thick winter coat, even though it was barely below 10 degrees celsius.
"Yes please," Quatre chimed politely. Trowa wrapped a possesive arm around his waist. "Do you have one?"
"Yes'sir! Jus' follow me," the man lumbered off, leaving the two pilots to follow him.
They walked for ages through the maze of trees before a large pine, set up in the middle of all the others, came into view. Quatre stared in awe. "Magnificent..."
Trowa saw the look in his love's eyes. He pulled out his wallet. "We'll take it."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Getting the large tree home, was another deal all together.
In total, they spent two hundred and twenty-five dollars getting the overly-huge tree back to the Winner mansion. After purchasing the tree and realizing their tiny car could never carry it, they ended up renting a truck to bring it back. But now it stood in the center of the main room in all it's glory.
As the two were just finishing trimming the tree, the phone beeped shrilly, yelling at them to pick it up. "Rishid must have transferred it from downstairs, so it must be one of the guys! I'll get it!" Quatre yelled, running off down the hallway to the study.
Quatre picked up the vid-phone, holding it to his ear. "Ah! Duo! I was wondering if you would call."
He saw the other pilot's face grin, masking a hidden saddness. "Hey Quatre. How are things going between you and Tro?"
"Oh just wonderful!" the blonde grinned. "But that's not the point. Why did you call? I have a feeling that wasn't it."
Duo frowned and mumbled to himself, shifting in his chair. "No, you're right, that isn't why I called..."
Quatre noticed the immediate change in his friend's mood. "Duo? Is something wrong?"
"Everything's wrong Quat," Duo smiled falsely on the screen, tears slipping down his face. "Everything..."
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AN: Well? How do you like? Anyway, review please, or you don't get the next chappy! This fic is nearing the end! Meep! Only three chapters to go! By the way, go read Spirit of Paradise's stuff, or I shall hurt you with a pointy spoon!