Ah, finally, chapter four. We learn a little bit more and Heero and first inklings of 1x2 begin to appear. However, this chapter isn't filled with a lot of dialogue nor humor (the plot isn't here yet, but it will be soon…at least I hope, anyway.) Oh yeah, if any of you have an idea for a plot, please feel free to tell. I don't plan out my stories so its kind of coming as I write. But anyways… all your ideas will be fully appreciated. Thank you!

SIGHTSEEING

Chapter 4:

After ordering an impressive amount of Chinese food we sat down on the couches in Duo's living room, ready to settle in and watch numerous bad b-movies or countless chick flicks. For some reason, Duo was really into the chick flicks. Ahh, we both have wonderful taste.

Anyways… nothing had really happened afterwards. Duo dried his eyes, Heero decided he'd used up his quota of emotion for the week and I decided to order Chinese. I love Chinese. I once read a book about this Chinese boy who got married when he was 13, and then got divorced but he ended up falling in love with his wife so they got re-married but they always fought and then their kids fought and it was a big family so there was a lot of fighting. It was a pretty good book. Like that could ever happen in real life.

When the Chinese came we all settled down on the couch, me and Duo curled up together with Heero sitting on the end (I swear he was throwing me looks… but not good looks, the kind of looks that say 'back off my man bitch, before I sick my hand bag on you and be very afraid because it's Gucci and we all know how hard Gucci is.'). It was cozy, all in all.

So there we were, sitting. Sitting there on the couch. Uhm, yeah, not much to tell… kind of boring really… maybe I'll just skip ahead to the juicy bits.

It was about eight… we had already launched into the second movie but I was feeling restless. I had English homework to do and father would be expecting me home so I did what I had to. Yawning, I slowly shifted so that a semi-sleeping Duo would slowly move more towards Heero. It worked. Soon enough a drowsy Duo was quaintly snuggled up to the other boy. Said other boy was looking around frantically wondering what this lump of a boy was doing sitting on him, after all he was no human cushion!

Okay, so it really isn't that juicy but… well, I'll take what I can get.

After that I quietly took my leave, waving to the panic-stricken Heero on my way out.

Ciao baby.

Hmm, ciao… that's Italian right?

I really have to figure out what language my giraffe spe—I mean, Trowa speaks.

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Duo barely registered Quatre leaving; all he knew was the nice, warm, breathing pillow he was currently lodged against and that he was a very tired boy. A good cry always made him sleepy. He figured it was his emotional exhaustion catching up to him.

Heero was still mildly panicked. He wasn't very used to anything touching him… human interaction wasn't really his forte. This was bad because a) he liked Duo (at least a semblance of like) and b) Duo seemed like a very touchy-feely person and this was bad because a) he wasn't used to touch and well… well that was bad!

Duo sighed and snuggled more into Heero, paying no mind to how tense the boy beneath him was. As Heero slowly relaxed he began to understand that Duo was not going to attack him, or in any way harm him. This gave him a bit of a mental reprieve and he set about completely ignoring the other boy.

Instead, he trained his gaze on the boy and girl sitting opposite him.

Ever since he was little he had seen things -- things that apparently, other people didn't see. Growing up in a big city was hard for such an introverted kid like him, and the bustle had gotten to him. Although he liked the feeling of being unnoticed he didn't like the feel of so many people around him. He hadn't grown up with many parental influences and he had never known the feeling of being loved or cherished by a guardian… instead he knew the cold hard truth of the dark streets, the back alley ways and the harsh reprimands of his advisor. He had never really been an obedient boy and had trouble following orders he didn't understand. His military background hadn't helped in the least.

Heero had grown up in a bigger city out west -- one of the only bigger cities out west. His father and mother had, as he had later on found out, been in the military and were currently and indeterminately 'MIA'. Young Heero became a ward of state, entering the foster child program at the age of eight (he hadn't seen hide nor hair of his parents since he was four) and was then passed around from orphanage to group home until he reached the age of 13.

That was when he had met his advisor, a strict professor at a local university named 'Jay'. For years the man had driven Heero to physical exhaustion – running track, swimming and doing other activities that most teenager's would consider 'fun' and making them hellish. As a result he was in perfect physical health, muscles that weren't puffy, toned legs and tight arms and he knew how to use his body to the fullest as well, which was something Jay used to his advantage.

He was never bodily abused. Never bruised or battered… no, the only abuse he received was mental and emotional. He was cut off from the world and made into an experiment by someone who was supposed to protect and look after him. As a result, he became the cold, harsh boy he was today. Another result of this unfortunate upbringing was that he never had an outlet – to either let out his emotions (being a teenage boy was hard, after all) or let out his ponderings about the people he saw walking around the street, decapitated and slaughtered for the most part.

At the age of sixteen Heero had had enough. He ran. He ran as far as he could and he ended up here. The population was smaller then the large city he had lived in but bigger then that of a very rural town. Here, he could still stay in the shadows and be unnoticed but it was very likely some people would try and get to know him (something he secretly wished for).

However, as Quatre had earlier posed…

-- (Queue flashback sequence.)

Boy, is he ever weird.

The kind of weird that happens when… Luke Skywalkers' light saber goes out but he keeps swinging it around. Or… the kind of weird where your dog meows. Or… when your mom bakes cookies but they taste like cake.

Or maybe those are different kind of weirds. Nah, he is totally Luke Skywalker weird.

-- (End flashback sequence)

That didn't seem to deter Quatre or Duo from uhh – well, – they associated with him. Which was something... And Trowa tried to communicate with him but languages weren't really his strong point.

At least things were starting to look up.

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Back to our original point... Heero pondered the looks on the ghosts' faces. The little boy looked bored out of his mind while the teenager looked depressed. It seemed like they registered the presence of each other but they weren't communication in any way. He didn't really know if ghosts could communicate with one another. In fact, he hadn't realized they were ghosts until tonight when Duo had exclaimed the people Heero were seeing were, in actuality, dead.

All in all, he decided, he would need to have an actual conversation with them if he wanted to get anywhere. With that in mind he shook Duo's shoulder, sighing as he did so.

After all, this was not going to be easy.

End Chapter

Thank you all to my reviewers! Sorry you didn't discover the identity of the last ghost this chapter but I thought it wouldn't quite be appropriate and I wasn't comfortable with making the chapter go any farther. You'll find out about the next ghost in the following chapters (I hope.). Bye for now!