Sorry. In the last Chapter, it was "She is also the first Shinigami, made so by Death himself and not by Gami." Death was deleted for some reason.
Anyway, after this chapter I am going to wait for reviews before continuing. And bear with me – I'm not exactly sure where this story is going either.
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Gundam Wing, no matter how much I'd like to.
I hope this Chapter is better than the last.
Shinigami
"DUO MAXWELL! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! INJUSTI-"
Quatre smiled as Duo pulled Wufei into yet another store. He was sitting with Trowa and Heero while finishing his lunch. Duo had decided that they all needed to go on a group trip to the mall, and had dragged them all there.
Duo had dragged them into a lot of stores, and then into the food court, where he had proceeded to wolf down his food in two minutes flat. Then he had sat there rather impatiently and waited for the others to finish, occasionally stealing food from the others when he thought he could get away with it.
Poor Wufei finished first.
Duo had grabbed Wufei and was up and off before anyone else had time to comprehend that Duo had basically just kidnapped Wufei. Duo then began to drag Wufei into as many random stores as possible.
Both Trowa and Heero winced visibly when Wufei started shouting at Duo, and then again when he was suddenly cut off. They both seemed to suddenly find their food extremely fascinating.
Because of this irrational interest in what was left of lunch, they did not see the redheaded man who watched Duo drag Wufei from store to store with open amusement. Quatre didn't know why that man out of all of them caught his interest, but he did. Something seamed – off about him. Curious about why this stranger had perked his interest, he reached out with his empathy.
And hit a solid wall.
Or rather, the lack of anything. There were no emotions coming from that man that Quatre could sense. His probe slid right around, even through (an uncomfortable feeling) where he should have felt the other's core.
Suddenly, Quatre realized that the red-haired man was starring at him. As though sensing that Quatre had registered the fact that he was looking at him, he raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side.
Quatre felt his face grow warm as he realized that he had been caught probing the other, and then paled as he realized that the man had felt his probe – something that had never happened unless Quatre made his presence known to the one he was sensing. Crap.
He snapped his gaze back to his lunch and kept it there.
"Quat?" He hadn't realized that Duo and Wufei had somehow made it back – both in one piece, though Wufei did look very disheveled. "You were staring off into space, then you went red, and then you went white. What happened?"
Quatre thought for a minute. "There is a red-haired man over at that table"- he indicated the table with his head –" whom I could not sense. His emotions…. It was like they were not there, or if something was blocking them. And he knew what I was doing."
Heero's eyes narrowed. No one he knew could sense Quatre's empathy. He looked over to where Quat had indicated.
"Which man?"
"That one…" Quatre's voice trailed off. The man was not there.
"Can I help you with something, little one?"
OK. I'm gone for vacation next week, so I don't know when I'll be updating. But if I get reviews, then I will try to update before I leave on Friday.
Again, flames are accepted, if not loved.
I will still try to answer any questions.
DarkLady