The Blizzard
Chapter Eight
Cursed For Life
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AN: Eeee.... O.O So many reviews! SO MUCH LOVE!!! hugs I decided to update for you guys, seeing as I'm going to the land of the flat Saskatchewan for four days, and won't be able to see a computer until I get home. Work has also been eating my free time (just like I eat the free doughnuts!) so I hope to at least finish this fic by the end of the summer. Which should be possible seeing as I only have two more chapters to go after this one! Wow, I can't believe I got this all up so fast. Must be a record for me. And I don't see you people reading 'Spirit of Paradise's stuff. Do I have to hurt you with a pointy spoon? Or maybe I won't post, so there. Go read it. :P She is one of my oldest and best friends, so do it I say!!! Anywho....
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing. Do you see the pilots going at it? No? Now you know I don't own it.
THANKS TO:
Chiisai Angel: Yes, it is a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, now isn't it? Hm? Thanks for the luv!
Demonskid: Everyone thinks Heero's the bad guy here! T-T I feel saddened... Ah, oh well. You'll all see eventually. (But not until I post the second and third fics!)
Lisi Li: Tee hee, I have poor circulation. Did you tell Em? Damn, knew I should have put this name on my other account XD
My Fault: pat pat Don't worry, Duo will be fine. Thanks for the luv!
evilgoddess1990: It's not that I don't listen, I just have this all planned out, you see? I always plan my fics out for the most part before I even start writing them. Hope you'll be pleased with me in the end. Thanks for the luv!
lonelyragdoll13: I won't leave you hanging... maybe I will. I am a sadist bitch after all, lol. Anyway, here's the next chappie for you!
Hells-angel8: Actually, the Trowa not being able to bake comes from a spin off of a Gundam Wing version of 'We Wish You A Merry Chirstmas' that my friends and I always sing around Christmas time. It's fun.
PATTY 40: Wow! I feel loved! Although I don't think my english teacher would give me the same ratings (lucky for me, he's only editing my novel). Lol, thanks for the lovely review!
Feanturi Dindel: Sorry, it won't be fixed for a while. And it may not even be fixed at all. Yes, yes I am evil. Thank you. Sorry, got carried away. Thanks for the review and I hope my cruelty to the characters does not cause you to stop reading.
Platypi: So many people have told the dumbass blonde it's a spatula XD Poor me.
Oliversgirl: I know, I'm sorry for the saddness... Well... Not really. Because it all fits with my scheming. BWAHA! Thanks for the reviews!
Me: I know... I know... T-T Poor Heero? Someone that feels sorry for Heero? hugs THANK YOU!!!
Wufei aka Em: How the hell did you find me? Off of my other account, right? Fuck...
Ebony Black1: S'ok for being busy, I've been busy with job stuff, so it's all good. Hope you like!
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Duo woke the next morning with tears on his pillow and his head buzzing. After he could hear clearly, he heard the sounds of a hammer from down the hall. Willing his eyes open, he gazed around the room to see something he hadn't seen in a while. Sunlight. A small ray of sun, diluted by his curtains, was travelling across his floor. He stared at the sunbeam for quite some time, recalling the events of last night. Then it all came back to him, in one big package thrown at his head. He had told Heero he didn't love him anymore.
He slid out of bed, walking out the door and past Heero's room, where the other youth could be seen clearly fixing his window and cleaning the glass and snow out of his room. By the condition of the room, Zero's pilot must have been up all night working on the restoration of his bedroom. Duo continued on, to the last room, and sat himself in front of the vid-phone, picking the reciever off the hook and holding it to his ear, his fingers hovering above the numbers. He waited for a minute, getting up to close the door and then sitting back in front of the phone. He picked up the reciever and quickly dialed a well-memorized number, waiting as the phone rang. Finally, there was an answer.
"State your name and business please," a rough voice replied.
"Hey Rishid, it's Duo. I'd like to talk to Quatre please."
"One moment please, Duo. I'll get him for you."
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Heero finished placing the new pane of glass into the window frame, admiring his work. It had taken all night, but he had managed to fix the window in only a couple of hours. He hadn't done it for the purpose of actually fixing it, but he needed something to keep his mind off of Duo. He had admitted what he really felt towards Heero; nothing. After the inital shock, Heero couldn't blame him in the least. Heero Yuy, he scoffed at the name. He was a cold hearted sadistic bastard, and no one could ever love him. It just wasn't in his future. Maybe if he had been nicer... Kinder...
No. That would be lying, to both Duo and himself. He would not hurt his fellow pilot again. So Heero Yuy had a choice to make.
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After waiting patiently, Duo was finally rewarded when Quatre's face appeared on the screen. "Ah! Duo! I was wondering if you would call."
Duo grinned sheepishly, trying to cover his saddness. "Hey Quatre. How are things going between you and Tro?"
"Oh just wonderful!" Quatre chirped excitedly. "But that's not the point. Why did you call? I have a feeling that wasn't it."
Frowning, Duo shifted in his seat. "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 at the screen, tears slipping down his face. "Everything..."
The arabian blonde gasped alarmedly. "Duo! What happened? Are you hurt?"
"It was going so well... But I ruined it," Duo choked back a sob, clutching the reciever like a lifeline.
"You told him then?" Quatre asked politely, trying not to push the subject.
Duo nodded, wiping the tears from his eyes roughly with his hand. "I screwed up Quat. I told him I didn't love him. I - I don't know why I said it. I ruined everything."
"It's not your fault Duo," Quatre said, as comforting as he could over the phone. "Look, maybe you two just need a break. How about you take up my invitation on coming to L4 for Christmas. The both of you. But not as a couple. Just for a vacation."
Duo nodded again, trying to keep the tears from falling. "Yeah, that sounds nice Quat."
"I'll send a plane for next week. I'm sorry Duo," Quatre said sympathetically, writing down a note to send for a plane. "Please take care. I'll see you then."
"Yeah," Duo agreed. "See you then," he hung up the phone, staring at the blank screen a long time before falling into broken sobs.
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The blonde hung up the phone lightly, staring at the screen and chewing on his lip worridly. His tall lover walked into the room and up behind him, turning his head in question. "Is something wrong love? Who was on the phone?"
"It was Duo," Quatre said quietly, looking up at the unibanged youth. "He and Heero are coming for Christmas."
Trowa acknowledged this, but still sensed an unease in his lovers face. "Something went wrong."
Nodding, Quatre frowned. "Yes. Duo and Heero were together, but Duo told Heero that he did not love him. He didn't mean what he said..."
"They'll be fine," Trowa reassured the other, wrapping his arms around the smaller teen's shoulders. "Have you been able to get a hold of Wufei yet?"
"No, not yet," the blonde shook his head. "I can't seem to get a hold of him, and none of his phone numbers work."
"He must be on the move then, it seems reasonable for him," the brunette said, snuggling into the arabian's neck. "The party will be wonderful just the same."
Quatre sighed heavily, leaning into his lover's touch. "Yes, I know. I just wish that things could have been better for everyone..."
"You can't blame yourself all the time, it isn't always your fault," Trowa mentioned, nibbling on his other's ear.
"Yes, I know," Quatre shivered lightly. "But I wish I could do something..."
"If you want to help, give them time. They need it."
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AN: There ya go. One more chappie before I'm off to the land of the flat. I'll try to get another few chapters written while I'm there, but I'll have to find time to type them when I get home. Hope you all liked it! Please read and review!
Chapter Eight
Cursed For Life
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AN: Eeee.... O.O So many reviews! SO MUCH LOVE!!! hugs I decided to update for you guys, seeing as I'm going to the land of the flat Saskatchewan for four days, and won't be able to see a computer until I get home. Work has also been eating my free time (just like I eat the free doughnuts!) so I hope to at least finish this fic by the end of the summer. Which should be possible seeing as I only have two more chapters to go after this one! Wow, I can't believe I got this all up so fast. Must be a record for me. And I don't see you people reading 'Spirit of Paradise's stuff. Do I have to hurt you with a pointy spoon? Or maybe I won't post, so there. Go read it. :P She is one of my oldest and best friends, so do it I say!!! Anywho....
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing. Do you see the pilots going at it? No? Now you know I don't own it.
THANKS TO:
Chiisai Angel: Yes, it is a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, now isn't it? Hm? Thanks for the luv!
Demonskid: Everyone thinks Heero's the bad guy here! T-T I feel saddened... Ah, oh well. You'll all see eventually. (But not until I post the second and third fics!)
Lisi Li: Tee hee, I have poor circulation. Did you tell Em? Damn, knew I should have put this name on my other account XD
My Fault: pat pat Don't worry, Duo will be fine. Thanks for the luv!
evilgoddess1990: It's not that I don't listen, I just have this all planned out, you see? I always plan my fics out for the most part before I even start writing them. Hope you'll be pleased with me in the end. Thanks for the luv!
lonelyragdoll13: I won't leave you hanging... maybe I will. I am a sadist bitch after all, lol. Anyway, here's the next chappie for you!
Hells-angel8: Actually, the Trowa not being able to bake comes from a spin off of a Gundam Wing version of 'We Wish You A Merry Chirstmas' that my friends and I always sing around Christmas time. It's fun.
PATTY 40: Wow! I feel loved! Although I don't think my english teacher would give me the same ratings (lucky for me, he's only editing my novel). Lol, thanks for the lovely review!
Feanturi Dindel: Sorry, it won't be fixed for a while. And it may not even be fixed at all. Yes, yes I am evil. Thank you. Sorry, got carried away. Thanks for the review and I hope my cruelty to the characters does not cause you to stop reading.
Platypi: So many people have told the dumbass blonde it's a spatula XD Poor me.
Oliversgirl: I know, I'm sorry for the saddness... Well... Not really. Because it all fits with my scheming. BWAHA! Thanks for the reviews!
Me: I know... I know... T-T Poor Heero? Someone that feels sorry for Heero? hugs THANK YOU!!!
Wufei aka Em: How the hell did you find me? Off of my other account, right? Fuck...
Ebony Black1: S'ok for being busy, I've been busy with job stuff, so it's all good. Hope you like!
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Duo woke the next morning with tears on his pillow and his head buzzing. After he could hear clearly, he heard the sounds of a hammer from down the hall. Willing his eyes open, he gazed around the room to see something he hadn't seen in a while. Sunlight. A small ray of sun, diluted by his curtains, was travelling across his floor. He stared at the sunbeam for quite some time, recalling the events of last night. Then it all came back to him, in one big package thrown at his head. He had told Heero he didn't love him anymore.
He slid out of bed, walking out the door and past Heero's room, where the other youth could be seen clearly fixing his window and cleaning the glass and snow out of his room. By the condition of the room, Zero's pilot must have been up all night working on the restoration of his bedroom. Duo continued on, to the last room, and sat himself in front of the vid-phone, picking the reciever off the hook and holding it to his ear, his fingers hovering above the numbers. He waited for a minute, getting up to close the door and then sitting back in front of the phone. He picked up the reciever and quickly dialed a well-memorized number, waiting as the phone rang. Finally, there was an answer.
"State your name and business please," a rough voice replied.
"Hey Rishid, it's Duo. I'd like to talk to Quatre please."
"One moment please, Duo. I'll get him for you."
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Heero finished placing the new pane of glass into the window frame, admiring his work. It had taken all night, but he had managed to fix the window in only a couple of hours. He hadn't done it for the purpose of actually fixing it, but he needed something to keep his mind off of Duo. He had admitted what he really felt towards Heero; nothing. After the inital shock, Heero couldn't blame him in the least. Heero Yuy, he scoffed at the name. He was a cold hearted sadistic bastard, and no one could ever love him. It just wasn't in his future. Maybe if he had been nicer... Kinder...
No. That would be lying, to both Duo and himself. He would not hurt his fellow pilot again. So Heero Yuy had a choice to make.
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After waiting patiently, Duo was finally rewarded when Quatre's face appeared on the screen. "Ah! Duo! I was wondering if you would call."
Duo grinned sheepishly, trying to cover his saddness. "Hey Quatre. How are things going between you and Tro?"
"Oh just wonderful!" Quatre chirped excitedly. "But that's not the point. Why did you call? I have a feeling that wasn't it."
Frowning, Duo shifted in his seat. "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 at the screen, tears slipping down his face. "Everything..."
The arabian blonde gasped alarmedly. "Duo! What happened? Are you hurt?"
"It was going so well... But I ruined it," Duo choked back a sob, clutching the reciever like a lifeline.
"You told him then?" Quatre asked politely, trying not to push the subject.
Duo nodded, wiping the tears from his eyes roughly with his hand. "I screwed up Quat. I told him I didn't love him. I - I don't know why I said it. I ruined everything."
"It's not your fault Duo," Quatre said, as comforting as he could over the phone. "Look, maybe you two just need a break. How about you take up my invitation on coming to L4 for Christmas. The both of you. But not as a couple. Just for a vacation."
Duo nodded again, trying to keep the tears from falling. "Yeah, that sounds nice Quat."
"I'll send a plane for next week. I'm sorry Duo," Quatre said sympathetically, writing down a note to send for a plane. "Please take care. I'll see you then."
"Yeah," Duo agreed. "See you then," he hung up the phone, staring at the blank screen a long time before falling into broken sobs.
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The blonde hung up the phone lightly, staring at the screen and chewing on his lip worridly. His tall lover walked into the room and up behind him, turning his head in question. "Is something wrong love? Who was on the phone?"
"It was Duo," Quatre said quietly, looking up at the unibanged youth. "He and Heero are coming for Christmas."
Trowa acknowledged this, but still sensed an unease in his lovers face. "Something went wrong."
Nodding, Quatre frowned. "Yes. Duo and Heero were together, but Duo told Heero that he did not love him. He didn't mean what he said..."
"They'll be fine," Trowa reassured the other, wrapping his arms around the smaller teen's shoulders. "Have you been able to get a hold of Wufei yet?"
"No, not yet," the blonde shook his head. "I can't seem to get a hold of him, and none of his phone numbers work."
"He must be on the move then, it seems reasonable for him," the brunette said, snuggling into the arabian's neck. "The party will be wonderful just the same."
Quatre sighed heavily, leaning into his lover's touch. "Yes, I know. I just wish that things could have been better for everyone..."
"You can't blame yourself all the time, it isn't always your fault," Trowa mentioned, nibbling on his other's ear.
"Yes, I know," Quatre shivered lightly. "But I wish I could do something..."
"If you want to help, give them time. They need it."
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AN: There ya go. One more chappie before I'm off to the land of the flat. I'll try to get another few chapters written while I'm there, but I'll have to find time to type them when I get home. Hope you all liked it! Please read and review!