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Don't sue me.
Bloody Tears
The wind stung the boy's tear-stained face, causing him to violently shiver. Instinctively, his arms went up to try and bring warmth to his body. The rain poured, poured, mixing with tears streaming down his face.
The docks were empty, save him, as his footfalls rang out in the dark night. He stumbled a bit, but kept towards his goal. Upon reaching the end of the fishing peer, he allowed himself to sink to his knees and stare into the water.
His thoughts racing, his heartbeat quickening, the boy stared, obsessed with his escape. His way out. The only way...
In a sudden, fluid motion, he leapt to his feet. Two strong hands gripped the safety railing. In one agile motion, he was sitting on the bar. Haunted, prussian blue eyes were continually entranced by the torrid, stormy water.
All he had to do was let go. All he had to do...
Lithe, tan arms loosened their grip. His legs pushed off of the tie that held him to this life. He was falling, falling...
Prussian blue eyes stared up at what had been the past part of his life. And slowly, with heavy lids, closed.
The boy wouldn't hear the crashing sound as another jumped in after him. He wouldn't feel the strong arms that wrapped around his waist, pulling him from the water and back to the dock. The soft lips breathing life into his. The cries of live, live, LIVE!
What he would remember was the night after.
Emotionless eyes flickered open in the dim artificial light. He mentally assessed his surroundings. It was a plain room, with only a small cot, a table, and an armchair. The walls were a faded white. There was no emotion in this room. No feeling. He sat up slowly, taking in more. No windows. Wooden floor. A fine layer of dust covered everything.
"You awake?"
His head swerved towards the voice. A boy who appeared roughly his age stood, staring with strangely warm blue eyes. His long light brown hair was pulled into a quick braid, and he had the palest skin he had ever seen. The all black clothes he wore accented the unearthly white of his skin.
Where had he come from? Had this boy just appeared? He gave off a luminous glow, as if he were a creature out of a fairy tale.
"You've been out for a day and a night. So, why're you suicidal? Homelife? Lovelife? Spill it, I have a right to know." He smiled, keeping his intense gaze focused, "At least, tell me your name."
"Yuy. Heero Yuy."
"And your deal is.."
"...."
"Let me guess." He closed his large blue eyes. For a second, Heero thought that...no, it was impossible, that light HAD to be an illusion.. "You lost your parents, didn't you?"
Heero's eyes widened in surprise, "How..did.."
"Uh...well...your eyes." He smiled, a genuine smile, "They look like mine."
"Did you lose..your parents.."
"Been an orphan for as long as I can remember. Heh, I think that's why I saved you. I remember, one time, when I almost..but no, someone saved me." His eyes held a pained, faraway look, "I usually woulda let you be and minded my own business. Hell, I missed a meal for you. Still, I guess I sensed you were like me. So, I saved you."
Heero sensed the intimate moment was over. Still, he had to ask, "How..were you saved?"
He blushed, "That's not your business right now, is it? Just concentrate on getting well, ok? You need some more sleep." He gently, with restrained strength, pushed Heero back onto the cot.
"Hey.." Heero gave him a rare smile, "What's your name?"
"Maxwell. Duo Maxwell."
"Duo?" Heero murmured, fading into dreams.
"Sssh, get some rest."
"You were wrong. It wasn't my parents."
"Hm?"
"It was more than that." Heero whispered, fading into sleep.
Bloody Tears
The wind stung the boy's tear-stained face, causing him to violently shiver. Instinctively, his arms went up to try and bring warmth to his body. The rain poured, poured, mixing with tears streaming down his face.
The docks were empty, save him, as his footfalls rang out in the dark night. He stumbled a bit, but kept towards his goal. Upon reaching the end of the fishing peer, he allowed himself to sink to his knees and stare into the water.
His thoughts racing, his heartbeat quickening, the boy stared, obsessed with his escape. His way out. The only way...
In a sudden, fluid motion, he leapt to his feet. Two strong hands gripped the safety railing. In one agile motion, he was sitting on the bar. Haunted, prussian blue eyes were continually entranced by the torrid, stormy water.
All he had to do was let go. All he had to do...
Lithe, tan arms loosened their grip. His legs pushed off of the tie that held him to this life. He was falling, falling...
Prussian blue eyes stared up at what had been the past part of his life. And slowly, with heavy lids, closed.
The boy wouldn't hear the crashing sound as another jumped in after him. He wouldn't feel the strong arms that wrapped around his waist, pulling him from the water and back to the dock. The soft lips breathing life into his. The cries of live, live, LIVE!
What he would remember was the night after.
Emotionless eyes flickered open in the dim artificial light. He mentally assessed his surroundings. It was a plain room, with only a small cot, a table, and an armchair. The walls were a faded white. There was no emotion in this room. No feeling. He sat up slowly, taking in more. No windows. Wooden floor. A fine layer of dust covered everything.
"You awake?"
His head swerved towards the voice. A boy who appeared roughly his age stood, staring with strangely warm blue eyes. His long light brown hair was pulled into a quick braid, and he had the palest skin he had ever seen. The all black clothes he wore accented the unearthly white of his skin.
Where had he come from? Had this boy just appeared? He gave off a luminous glow, as if he were a creature out of a fairy tale.
"You've been out for a day and a night. So, why're you suicidal? Homelife? Lovelife? Spill it, I have a right to know." He smiled, keeping his intense gaze focused, "At least, tell me your name."
"Yuy. Heero Yuy."
"And your deal is.."
"...."
"Let me guess." He closed his large blue eyes. For a second, Heero thought that...no, it was impossible, that light HAD to be an illusion.. "You lost your parents, didn't you?"
Heero's eyes widened in surprise, "How..did.."
"Uh...well...your eyes." He smiled, a genuine smile, "They look like mine."
"Did you lose..your parents.."
"Been an orphan for as long as I can remember. Heh, I think that's why I saved you. I remember, one time, when I almost..but no, someone saved me." His eyes held a pained, faraway look, "I usually woulda let you be and minded my own business. Hell, I missed a meal for you. Still, I guess I sensed you were like me. So, I saved you."
Heero sensed the intimate moment was over. Still, he had to ask, "How..were you saved?"
He blushed, "That's not your business right now, is it? Just concentrate on getting well, ok? You need some more sleep." He gently, with restrained strength, pushed Heero back onto the cot.
"Hey.." Heero gave him a rare smile, "What's your name?"
"Maxwell. Duo Maxwell."
"Duo?" Heero murmured, fading into dreams.
"Sssh, get some rest."
"You were wrong. It wasn't my parents."
"Hm?"
"It was more than that." Heero whispered, fading into sleep.