DISCLAIMER: You ask if I own zis beautiful series? I say no, I do not....Zis iz the truth...I need to ditch zis damn accent.
A/N: Okay, so I am starting a new story when I haven't finished 'I don't need your love' and I only just started, then abandoned 'Older Brother; So sexy'.......Why, you ask? I REALLY TRIED to write more of 'I don't need your Love', but that was at 2am and I re-read it and thought it was crap. I don't know, motivation might be nice. If you wanted another chapter take the time to e-mail me or something. That might do the trick.
I know nothing about Duo's past so Duo's Dad's name is 'Duo's father'......
Duo's eyes snapped open as the rusty car he was in jolted as it hit a ditch.
"Did we hit a puppy?" he asked his father, who was driving. Duo's dad grinned down at his six-year-old child and ruffled his shoulder length hair.
"No, it was a giant rat."
Duo grinned, knowing his father was joking.
"Where are we moving to again?" he asked, slipping his thumb into his mouth and settling his head back against the seat of the car.
"To the country. Where the grass is green, the sky is blue and the sun is yellow."
"And there's no smog?"
"None." Duo's father smiled sadly down at him. He glanced into the back seat where he had thrown the blood spotted towel. Duo had only had one coughing fit since they'd started the trip to the country.
He looked at his sick child. He was so pale and thin with big violet eyes framed by dark lashes, and silky chesnut hair. At least it had been silky. Right now it was tangled and dirty. He'd grow up to be and attractive young man. If he lived that long.
"And I'll get better, and you'll have your new job, and we'll get a dog and I'll get a Mamma!" Duo's near-permanant grin, lit up his face as he stared at his father with the usual adoration marking his features.
Duo's father felt his heart jerk, then he tried to smile back. "Just who do you plan to marry me off to?"
Duo closed his eyes and smiled.
"She'll be your age. She'll look just like my old Mamma. And then," Duo's grin widened, "She'll get me a dog."
Duo's father chucked his son under the chin and laughed. Duo laughed, then his breath hitched and he took a huge gasping breath.
His father quickly pulled over and grabbed the towel from the back seat.
Duo began to cough. The coughs were loud and dry and harsh. A cough you would expect to hear from and alcoholic with lung cancer lying in a gutter somewhere. Not one you should hear from a beautiful little boy.
Duo's father quickly unbuckled his son then scooped his lean figure onto his lap, cradling him as he coughed, holding the towel in front of his mouth. He rubbed his son's small back soothingly and waited for the coughs to stop.
It was hard watching his son in pain, but it had been harder when Duo was a tiny three-year-old and he had cried all the time. His coughs had been mixed with sobs, the blood with tears.
Now he just sat with his little back hunched and waited with his father for the coughs to stop.
When they finally did Duo curled his small hands around the towel and brought it to his mouth, wiping the blood from his lips.
"Good lad." His father said gruffly, ruffling his hair again, "My tough strong kid. Suck on this for me Duo." Duo's father popped a cough-lolly into his mouth.
Duo climbed back into the passenger seat and sucked on the raspberry-flavoured lozenge. When it was gone Duo's dad asked, "Feel better?"
Duo nodded silently, his face expressionless.
"Good boy." His father started the car then drove back onto the highway.
"I'm going to call my dog Bella." Duo told his father quietly, then slipped his thumb back into his mouth and curled up into a ball. He soon drifted off to sleep.
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A/N: Nice little epilogue? I need say...10 reviews to continue this. I know that's a lot to ask for but I really should work on my other stories anyway.
A/N: Okay, so I am starting a new story when I haven't finished 'I don't need your love' and I only just started, then abandoned 'Older Brother; So sexy'.......Why, you ask? I REALLY TRIED to write more of 'I don't need your Love', but that was at 2am and I re-read it and thought it was crap. I don't know, motivation might be nice. If you wanted another chapter take the time to e-mail me or something. That might do the trick.
I know nothing about Duo's past so Duo's Dad's name is 'Duo's father'......
Duo's eyes snapped open as the rusty car he was in jolted as it hit a ditch.
"Did we hit a puppy?" he asked his father, who was driving. Duo's dad grinned down at his six-year-old child and ruffled his shoulder length hair.
"No, it was a giant rat."
Duo grinned, knowing his father was joking.
"Where are we moving to again?" he asked, slipping his thumb into his mouth and settling his head back against the seat of the car.
"To the country. Where the grass is green, the sky is blue and the sun is yellow."
"And there's no smog?"
"None." Duo's father smiled sadly down at him. He glanced into the back seat where he had thrown the blood spotted towel. Duo had only had one coughing fit since they'd started the trip to the country.
He looked at his sick child. He was so pale and thin with big violet eyes framed by dark lashes, and silky chesnut hair. At least it had been silky. Right now it was tangled and dirty. He'd grow up to be and attractive young man. If he lived that long.
"And I'll get better, and you'll have your new job, and we'll get a dog and I'll get a Mamma!" Duo's near-permanant grin, lit up his face as he stared at his father with the usual adoration marking his features.
Duo's father felt his heart jerk, then he tried to smile back. "Just who do you plan to marry me off to?"
Duo closed his eyes and smiled.
"She'll be your age. She'll look just like my old Mamma. And then," Duo's grin widened, "She'll get me a dog."
Duo's father chucked his son under the chin and laughed. Duo laughed, then his breath hitched and he took a huge gasping breath.
His father quickly pulled over and grabbed the towel from the back seat.
Duo began to cough. The coughs were loud and dry and harsh. A cough you would expect to hear from and alcoholic with lung cancer lying in a gutter somewhere. Not one you should hear from a beautiful little boy.
Duo's father quickly unbuckled his son then scooped his lean figure onto his lap, cradling him as he coughed, holding the towel in front of his mouth. He rubbed his son's small back soothingly and waited for the coughs to stop.
It was hard watching his son in pain, but it had been harder when Duo was a tiny three-year-old and he had cried all the time. His coughs had been mixed with sobs, the blood with tears.
Now he just sat with his little back hunched and waited with his father for the coughs to stop.
When they finally did Duo curled his small hands around the towel and brought it to his mouth, wiping the blood from his lips.
"Good lad." His father said gruffly, ruffling his hair again, "My tough strong kid. Suck on this for me Duo." Duo's father popped a cough-lolly into his mouth.
Duo climbed back into the passenger seat and sucked on the raspberry-flavoured lozenge. When it was gone Duo's dad asked, "Feel better?"
Duo nodded silently, his face expressionless.
"Good boy." His father started the car then drove back onto the highway.
"I'm going to call my dog Bella." Duo told his father quietly, then slipped his thumb back into his mouth and curled up into a ball. He soon drifted off to sleep.
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A/N: Nice little epilogue? I need say...10 reviews to continue this. I know that's a lot to ask for but I really should work on my other stories anyway.