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(A/N: This takes place after Endless Waltz, but you don't have to have seen it to know what's going on.)
What Will Soon Be Memories
By: Saiya-jin Patricia
Quote: "He said, 'I sold my blood for money, there wasn't any pain, but I just can't stand to feel it, it's in someone else's veins.'" -Joan Osborne, Pensacola
Last chapter:
Hilde ran out the door after she heard the explosion. Then she saw Duo, and one hand went to her mouth as her stomach turned at the sight. He was on the ground, he wasn't moving, and flecks of blood colored the area around him.
Chapter 2
Hilde watched in shock as blood ran from cuts all over Duo's body. Regaining her senses, she ran over to him.
"Duo!" she said, her voice cracking as she tried to turn him over. Setting his head in her lap, she checked for a pulse. She found one, and nearly sobbed in relief. Little did she know, though Duo was still alive, his livability was the least of her problems at the moment.
~*~*~*~
The assassin moved silently along the edge of the roof. Many things would depend on whether or not this assassin could complete its mission.
Taking out three throwing knives sharpened to a razor's edge, the assassin looked down on the results of the bomb. Putting one of the knives between its teeth and holding the other two, one in each hand, the assassin jumped to the ground as silently as any wild, dangerous creature.
~*~*~*~
Hilde removed Duo's once black shirt, now more a dark red-brown in color. About to remove his white shirt, now hardly lighter than the black, she got an odd feeling that sent cold chills down her spine. One of those moments like in the movies, when you know the monster is right behind you, but you know you shouldn't look. She looked.
A flash of metal whistled through the air. A gunshot sounded.
~*~*~*~
She woke up slowly, disconcerted and wondering where she was. Her mind was fuzzy, like she was in a dream. Due to her training in the military, she vaguely noted that it felt similar to the side effects of certain drugs. She began to hear noises through the fogginess. The noises soon formed into voices, and from voices they formed into words.
"Hilde?" one of them said.
"Is she awake?" another, deeper voice questioned quietly.
The voices seemed amplified by her now-starting headache, and she was very determined to let them know.
~*~*~*~
A soft groan emitted from underneath the thin hospital blanket.
"She's awake," Sally Po, Hilde's doctor, said.
As Hilde was shrugging off the last of the weariness sleep had left her with, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, she saw a glass of water. Upon further inspection, she saw the arm that was holding it, and the person to whom the arm was connected. (A/N: *singsong voice* ...and the arm bone's connected to the-oh, sorry ^_^;) It was one of Duo's friends. His name was Trowa, if she remembered correctly.
He set the glass of water on a small table beside the bed while Sally helped Hilde sit up.
Hilde felt weak, like she had been drained of all strength, of all thought. Pillows propped up around her, she reached toward the glass of water, hissing in pain as her arm disagreed with the movement. She heard Sally mention something about changing a bandage, and memories of what had happened flooded her mind. In a moment she was very much awake.
"W-where's Duo?"
Sally paused what she was doing to turn and look at her. Trowa looked up from the spot where he had been leaning against the wall.
Then Trowa spoke words that would haunt her.
"We were hoping you could tell us that."
~*~*~*~
It was five days after the incident. Hilde, or rather, just about anyone, had learned very little of what had happened. All Hilde knew was what she had seen, and gave every bit of information to the rest of Duo's friends, in the hope that they could find Duo.
The assassin had thrown a knife at her, which imbedded itself in her right shoulder, but she wasn't one to go down without a fight. She picked up the Duo's gun with her left hand and shot at the assassin once before passing out.
She didn't know what happened to Duo. She didn't even know if he was still alive. She was just here. Waiting.
A neighbor had found her where she had fallen, Duo's black shirt, stained by his own blood, lying beside her. There was blood beside her, where he had lain, but none where the assassin had been standing.
Hilde cursed mentally at that thought. The assassin may have gotten away completely unscathed, with Duo. The last thought made her heart sink. She opened her eyes from where she had her head resting against the window frame, and looked outside. It was sunny... depressingly cheerful.
It was time to find Duo. It was time to pay a visit to the Perfect Soldier.
(A/N: So? What do ya think? Good? Bad? Could be improved? Constructive criticism much appreciated. THX!!)
(A/N: This takes place after Endless Waltz, but you don't have to have seen it to know what's going on.)
What Will Soon Be Memories
By: Saiya-jin Patricia
Quote: "He said, 'I sold my blood for money, there wasn't any pain, but I just can't stand to feel it, it's in someone else's veins.'" -Joan Osborne, Pensacola
Last chapter:
Hilde ran out the door after she heard the explosion. Then she saw Duo, and one hand went to her mouth as her stomach turned at the sight. He was on the ground, he wasn't moving, and flecks of blood colored the area around him.
Chapter 2
Hilde watched in shock as blood ran from cuts all over Duo's body. Regaining her senses, she ran over to him.
"Duo!" she said, her voice cracking as she tried to turn him over. Setting his head in her lap, she checked for a pulse. She found one, and nearly sobbed in relief. Little did she know, though Duo was still alive, his livability was the least of her problems at the moment.
~*~*~*~
The assassin moved silently along the edge of the roof. Many things would depend on whether or not this assassin could complete its mission.
Taking out three throwing knives sharpened to a razor's edge, the assassin looked down on the results of the bomb. Putting one of the knives between its teeth and holding the other two, one in each hand, the assassin jumped to the ground as silently as any wild, dangerous creature.
~*~*~*~
Hilde removed Duo's once black shirt, now more a dark red-brown in color. About to remove his white shirt, now hardly lighter than the black, she got an odd feeling that sent cold chills down her spine. One of those moments like in the movies, when you know the monster is right behind you, but you know you shouldn't look. She looked.
A flash of metal whistled through the air. A gunshot sounded.
~*~*~*~
She woke up slowly, disconcerted and wondering where she was. Her mind was fuzzy, like she was in a dream. Due to her training in the military, she vaguely noted that it felt similar to the side effects of certain drugs. She began to hear noises through the fogginess. The noises soon formed into voices, and from voices they formed into words.
"Hilde?" one of them said.
"Is she awake?" another, deeper voice questioned quietly.
The voices seemed amplified by her now-starting headache, and she was very determined to let them know.
~*~*~*~
A soft groan emitted from underneath the thin hospital blanket.
"She's awake," Sally Po, Hilde's doctor, said.
As Hilde was shrugging off the last of the weariness sleep had left her with, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, she saw a glass of water. Upon further inspection, she saw the arm that was holding it, and the person to whom the arm was connected. (A/N: *singsong voice* ...and the arm bone's connected to the-oh, sorry ^_^;) It was one of Duo's friends. His name was Trowa, if she remembered correctly.
He set the glass of water on a small table beside the bed while Sally helped Hilde sit up.
Hilde felt weak, like she had been drained of all strength, of all thought. Pillows propped up around her, she reached toward the glass of water, hissing in pain as her arm disagreed with the movement. She heard Sally mention something about changing a bandage, and memories of what had happened flooded her mind. In a moment she was very much awake.
"W-where's Duo?"
Sally paused what she was doing to turn and look at her. Trowa looked up from the spot where he had been leaning against the wall.
Then Trowa spoke words that would haunt her.
"We were hoping you could tell us that."
~*~*~*~
It was five days after the incident. Hilde, or rather, just about anyone, had learned very little of what had happened. All Hilde knew was what she had seen, and gave every bit of information to the rest of Duo's friends, in the hope that they could find Duo.
The assassin had thrown a knife at her, which imbedded itself in her right shoulder, but she wasn't one to go down without a fight. She picked up the Duo's gun with her left hand and shot at the assassin once before passing out.
She didn't know what happened to Duo. She didn't even know if he was still alive. She was just here. Waiting.
A neighbor had found her where she had fallen, Duo's black shirt, stained by his own blood, lying beside her. There was blood beside her, where he had lain, but none where the assassin had been standing.
Hilde cursed mentally at that thought. The assassin may have gotten away completely unscathed, with Duo. The last thought made her heart sink. She opened her eyes from where she had her head resting against the window frame, and looked outside. It was sunny... depressingly cheerful.
It was time to find Duo. It was time to pay a visit to the Perfect Soldier.
(A/N: So? What do ya think? Good? Bad? Could be improved? Constructive criticism much appreciated. THX!!)