Artificial
I appologize to those Americans who actually take these insults seriously... o.O' (sensitive people are we now...?)
To anyone reading this through Fanfiction.net: x.X I originally had this story done a few days ago but forgot all about fanfiction.net. So... if you're ok with waiting, then go ahead. If you don't want to wait so long, then you can read all fanfictions through http://tijira.kloud-nine.com which will be moved soon... O.o I'll start a mailing list if anybody wants that, just review this fan fiction XD **falls over** Er... yeah... x.X'' Enjoy... and sorry for the delay...
Chapter Three
The sharp blade of the knife glistened in the evening light. One little stab... There would be pain for just a few splitting seconds... and then... there would be total silence. Total freedom.
Duo turned the knife over and over in his hands, staring at it. Nobody would really care anyways. Heero would probably be glad, Trowa wouldn't show any emotion anyways, Quatre didn't count, and Wufei... well... Wufei had already shown Duo exactly how much he was hated. Wufei wouldn't give a damn. He didn't know why he let Wufei's irritated comment get to him. It was normal for Wufei to tell him to get out like that. So why was he so unhappy...?
He sighed, staring out the window, the knife still in his hands. Trowa might be the type who wouldn't be afraid to stab himself, but Duo was dead frightened. You know, the pee-in-your-pants fright. The kind of fright that huge macho guys felt when they had to do something that they didn't want to but did it anyways only because their friends were watching. Of course, Duo was never a macho guy...
He touched the point of the knife to his skin, slowly tracing a line down his arm, the knife barely touching him.
The door opened, the knife flew out of Duo's hand at top speed, and... well... imagine Wufei standing at the door with a knife stuck to the wall about one inch away. "God, Wufei... you scared me!"
Wufei himself was scared into puddy. "What kind of nutcase tosses knives around like that?!" It was the first words that popped into his mind, and he regretted it.
"Watch it, Chang." A voice called out from another room. "Don't let Trowa hear you say that!" Heero snickered as he poked his head out of the door to his room.
Wufei coughed slightly, seriously hoping Trowa hadn't heard. He closed Duo's door behind him as he stepped in. For a few seconds, he attempted to pull the knife out of the wall. How damn strong was Duo anyways?! Finally, nearly falling backwards, the knife was out and he silently handed it to Duo, noting at the same time that the braided American boy was bleeding. "What were you doing, cutting yourself up?" Again, first words that popped into mind, and he again regretted it.
Its a strange feeling, regret. Wufei had never felt it before. Ok... maybe he had... he regretted ever letter that fool of a woman - Meiran, her name was - get anywhere near the dangers of war. He regretted lots of things, but never this. Dissing Duo had always been a pleasure. Now, it just brought more regret and guilt. Guilt... another thing he hadn't felt before. (Ok... maybe he'd felt that too before...)
"I..." Duo blinked. "I just wanted to see what Trowa sees in that stuff." Again, a stupid smirk was plastered on his face. "Wacha doin' here, Wu-Wu?"
Wufei didn't say anything. Silently, he walked out of the room. As soon as Wufei was out of the room, the disgustingly happy mask was off of Duo's face. He felt like crying. His eyes laid on the knife that was sitting not too far away from him.
"You're not thinking about picking that up again, are you?" Duo looked up at the sound of Wufei's voice. The Chinese boy was carrying a small white box with a red cross on it. "'Cause Trowa might think its cool to cut himself with knives, but it'd probably hurt," Wufei smirked. "And you Americans just can't stand pain." He set the small, white box down in front of Duo. "Hold still, will you? What is it with you Americans and moving all the time?"
Duo watched in amazement as Wufei attempted to bandage his arm, but it didn't go so well. The Chinese boy ended up tangling HIMSELF in the bandages instead. Duo giggled, not pretending to be happy anymore.
Wufei found himself glaring coldly at Duo, but not really meaning it. Somewhere inside, he felt a sudden warmth and... well... he wasn't too sure what the other feeling was, but it felt weird and abnormal.
He had finally managed to bandage Duo's wound without killing himself in the process, his pride breaking a little at how soft he had acted. He didn't even know he was capable of showing such feelings; though there really wasn't much feeling floating around in the room as of the moment. At least, not from him, not with that cold glare he kept giving Duo... He couldn't figure out why he was giving the poor, smiling guy a glare.
Finally, unable to find anything to say, and feeling terribly uncomfortable just standing there, glaring at poor Duo, Wufei let out a sigh of frustration and stalked out of the room.
Duo, it was safe to say, was perfectly fine with the sigh of frustration. It finally felt like somebody cared, if only for a second...
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I'm thinking of a little 2x5 love scene in the next chapter... unsure exactly how to approach that, reviews would be nice.
I appologize to those Americans who actually take these insults seriously... o.O' (sensitive people are we now...?)
To anyone reading this through Fanfiction.net: x.X I originally had this story done a few days ago but forgot all about fanfiction.net. So... if you're ok with waiting, then go ahead. If you don't want to wait so long, then you can read all fanfictions through http://tijira.kloud-nine.com which will be moved soon... O.o I'll start a mailing list if anybody wants that, just review this fan fiction XD **falls over** Er... yeah... x.X'' Enjoy... and sorry for the delay...
Chapter Three
The sharp blade of the knife glistened in the evening light. One little stab... There would be pain for just a few splitting seconds... and then... there would be total silence. Total freedom.
Duo turned the knife over and over in his hands, staring at it. Nobody would really care anyways. Heero would probably be glad, Trowa wouldn't show any emotion anyways, Quatre didn't count, and Wufei... well... Wufei had already shown Duo exactly how much he was hated. Wufei wouldn't give a damn. He didn't know why he let Wufei's irritated comment get to him. It was normal for Wufei to tell him to get out like that. So why was he so unhappy...?
He sighed, staring out the window, the knife still in his hands. Trowa might be the type who wouldn't be afraid to stab himself, but Duo was dead frightened. You know, the pee-in-your-pants fright. The kind of fright that huge macho guys felt when they had to do something that they didn't want to but did it anyways only because their friends were watching. Of course, Duo was never a macho guy...
He touched the point of the knife to his skin, slowly tracing a line down his arm, the knife barely touching him.
The door opened, the knife flew out of Duo's hand at top speed, and... well... imagine Wufei standing at the door with a knife stuck to the wall about one inch away. "God, Wufei... you scared me!"
Wufei himself was scared into puddy. "What kind of nutcase tosses knives around like that?!" It was the first words that popped into his mind, and he regretted it.
"Watch it, Chang." A voice called out from another room. "Don't let Trowa hear you say that!" Heero snickered as he poked his head out of the door to his room.
Wufei coughed slightly, seriously hoping Trowa hadn't heard. He closed Duo's door behind him as he stepped in. For a few seconds, he attempted to pull the knife out of the wall. How damn strong was Duo anyways?! Finally, nearly falling backwards, the knife was out and he silently handed it to Duo, noting at the same time that the braided American boy was bleeding. "What were you doing, cutting yourself up?" Again, first words that popped into mind, and he again regretted it.
Its a strange feeling, regret. Wufei had never felt it before. Ok... maybe he had... he regretted ever letter that fool of a woman - Meiran, her name was - get anywhere near the dangers of war. He regretted lots of things, but never this. Dissing Duo had always been a pleasure. Now, it just brought more regret and guilt. Guilt... another thing he hadn't felt before. (Ok... maybe he'd felt that too before...)
"I..." Duo blinked. "I just wanted to see what Trowa sees in that stuff." Again, a stupid smirk was plastered on his face. "Wacha doin' here, Wu-Wu?"
Wufei didn't say anything. Silently, he walked out of the room. As soon as Wufei was out of the room, the disgustingly happy mask was off of Duo's face. He felt like crying. His eyes laid on the knife that was sitting not too far away from him.
"You're not thinking about picking that up again, are you?" Duo looked up at the sound of Wufei's voice. The Chinese boy was carrying a small white box with a red cross on it. "'Cause Trowa might think its cool to cut himself with knives, but it'd probably hurt," Wufei smirked. "And you Americans just can't stand pain." He set the small, white box down in front of Duo. "Hold still, will you? What is it with you Americans and moving all the time?"
Duo watched in amazement as Wufei attempted to bandage his arm, but it didn't go so well. The Chinese boy ended up tangling HIMSELF in the bandages instead. Duo giggled, not pretending to be happy anymore.
Wufei found himself glaring coldly at Duo, but not really meaning it. Somewhere inside, he felt a sudden warmth and... well... he wasn't too sure what the other feeling was, but it felt weird and abnormal.
He had finally managed to bandage Duo's wound without killing himself in the process, his pride breaking a little at how soft he had acted. He didn't even know he was capable of showing such feelings; though there really wasn't much feeling floating around in the room as of the moment. At least, not from him, not with that cold glare he kept giving Duo... He couldn't figure out why he was giving the poor, smiling guy a glare.
Finally, unable to find anything to say, and feeling terribly uncomfortable just standing there, glaring at poor Duo, Wufei let out a sigh of frustration and stalked out of the room.
Duo, it was safe to say, was perfectly fine with the sigh of frustration. It finally felt like somebody cared, if only for a second...
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I'm thinking of a little 2x5 love scene in the next chapter... unsure exactly how to approach that, reviews would be nice.