Wow seven reviews!! Te he Well I guess I should mention now I'm easy to please. But
though I admit I do get jealous from all the reviews other fic authors get especially my best
buddy CrimsonDragon010. But you know she deserves it because she's dedicated and very
sweet. Sadly at times it is possible to become sic of all the sugary goodness that comes of her.
Heehe just playing Dragon. She can get really scary at times and you don't want to get her on
her bad side "shudders" memories...
Anyways shout out to my reviewers!
The Fairy Of Death:thanks for the review and the spelling error report. And I won't ask how you know what burning flesh smells like. It's actually very nasty. (A.N. I burned myself 12 times as a kid in one day)
crystal –gundam: All will be revealed in good time. And don't worry I don't write yaoi its just not my thing unless I'm writing with CrimsonDragon010. (A.N. hehehe read Bad Pilot, No Vodka!).
Nubia: Is that ur real name? It's very pretty. And thanx.
CrimsonDragon010: What to say? Thanx for ur support!
Soft cool rain on cold winter night.
Silvery rain drops causing a teary sight.
Calm winter wind making a whispery whistling sound.
Causing the silvery tears to turn around and around.
-Ivory Night (copy righted)
Chapter 5: Worse Things Haven't Happened
I guess the heavy weather was meant to be a warning; the calm before the storm. I found
myself waking up to the sound of gentle raindrops hitting a windowpane. Oh how it sounded like
a morbid lullaby...I opened my eyes one at a time rather lazily. How long had it been since the
last time I felt so comfortable and warm?
There was barely any light in the room. The only luminous object in it was a dark red
candle that smelled bittersweet of mulberry wine and was sitting teasingly on a oak wood mini
desk. Even if I had forgotten just for a moment were I was it would have come back to me very
quickly I might add. Duo's bedroom was something that came out of a modern gothic love
novel. Black silk sheets glorified his king sized bed that was adored by burgundy silk pillows that
smelled of roses. Red and black curtains hung proudly over his arched window, which was now
a contemporary home fashion craze started by the purple-eyed man himself. Some under ground
famous painter's large work covered most of his walls. It was a "special treat" given to Duo after
he had helped the artist out with "something". I never asked what that "something" was nor did I
want to know considering what the artist had painted on my friend's walls. "Shudders" I don't
want to talk about it. I turned to look beside me looking for a lamp or something since the
candle seemed to be dieing. Long story short I didn't find one, instead I found a single red rose
in a glass of water with a plain white card next to it. Curiosity struck me and so I opened it.
Squinting I read something about a nice night that could not be forgotten, signed by someone
named Hilde.
"Baka." I said softly aloud. It was at that moment I realized I wasn't alone in the room.
Duo was sleeping on a very comfortable looking armchair covered with a blanket. I knew the
braided idiot would try to stay up and watch me, 'just like a good mommy' I thought
sarcastically.
I lay back on the feather soft pillows once again, yet I had never left the bed.
From my position I saw a rather large dream catcher hanging above me.
Yawning I smiled and hoped that it would work. But before I fell back into my very needed
deep sleep I thought one last thought...Did Duo wash his sheets after the "NICE NIGHT"?
And so the sand man knocked me out cold...
Yay!! Finally done. Yet I wonder if it was too short or not. Reviews will be taken happily! Flames will be ignored. Hay, I'm a new be in the field of fan fiction give me a break!
'Holds a bag of candies waiting for reviewers'