Rival Chatter
Chapter Five; Duo POV:
There hadn't been much time to talk OL with my new friend on Thursday night due to my having a portrait I needed to have finished for my art final. Why I had ever just called them tests, I didn't know, or perhaps I knew all too well. In any case, this was serious stuff. With the semester almost half over, there was still much I needed to do. A lot more than I had ever expected to have to do. Apparently, keeping ahead of classes didn't always make me able to sail through them. Sometimes I just couldn't manage anything.
"Duo! Are you up here? Meiran came home with me today and she wants to talk to you," Clarissa's voice called from at the bottom of the stairs. When I was painting, I came up to the roof of the orphanage in order to think clearly. Only those who were considered Remainders ever knew where I was.
"Yeah, Rissa, I'm here. Bring her on up and remember to be mindful of that fifth step." The ladder was old from disuse and the church couldn't afford a new one. Therefore I had fixed what I could of it but that fifth step was always tricky. Sometimes it would hold you and other times it wouldn't. I could hear Clarissa speaking softly with Meiran before I could see Clarissa's mop of unruly hair and then spot Meiran's dark head coming up. Her hair was pulled back in pig-tails, and it made her look slightly younger than she really was. If she'd just wear it differently she'd have dozens of men fighting to gain her attention. Now granted, she'd possibly fight them for the right of being noticed, but hey, no one said she was perfect. She hung out with Clarissa and was an admitted tomboy. She also had an amazing drop kick and could usually beat up anyone who dared to challenge her. I was really proud of her and usually went to her karate tournaments in order to cheer her on. Her family was always away at work and it would have been a shame if she hadn't of been able to have someone there for her.
"Hello, Duo," Meiran said, stepping up behind me. Her long black hair ran to the middle of her back when it was lose and her ebony eyes always shined with mirth, even when she didn't realize it. Having to work in order to say in the all-girls school she went to with Clarissa, Meiran was no stranger to hard work. She also had to pay her way for her Karate classes she took, although lately, I'd been paying for them for her. She believed it was her parents, but I really believed they would never realize anything about their daughter for being so busy. They didn't even remember they had a tuition to pay every semester. Oh well, just because she had a family didn't mean her life was perfect. I had learned that one real fast. Especially after Sasuke had shown up. He had a really loving family, but he had also wound up losing them. That just showed that nothing was ever set.
"Hey, Mei. What can I do for you that you needed to talk with me about?" I asked, still working on the portrait before me. I knew Meiran never talked with me unless it was something Clarissa couldn't deal with. When that came about, it usually meant one subject.
"Um, I was wondering how I'd get a guy to notice me," she said softly. I laughed quietly. I told ya. Men was Clarissa's worst subject. She wasn't very good with them so she just sent any girls who asked to me. I happened to be a guy, in her mind, as well as one who wanted other guys to notice me. Therefore it stood to reason, in Clarissa's mind, that I'd be able to give her friends the answers they asked for. Sometimes they didn't want the answer I gave them. I was very honest, mind you and this caused many hurt feelings.
"Honestly?" I asked of her, not wanting to hurt her unjustly.
"Of course," Meiran said, looking me dead in the eye. "It's one of the reasons I know I can ask you this. You won't lie to make me feel better." I chuckled aloud at that. Leave it to Meiran to state the obvious as being her only reason for wanting to ask something of me. It was kind of funny, to me anyway.
"Stop being such a tomboy and wear your hair differently," I told her, getting right to the point. She blinked and seemed a little surprised.
"But I don't know how to act any other way. Not to mention if my hair was in any other style, it's be hard pressed to keep it out of my eyes so I didn't get beat during Karate." I shook my head. Meiran and Clarissa were the only two women I knew who could hear something like that and not take offense to it. It said a lot for their attitude. They obviously didn't care what anyone thought about them. That was good, because there would be a lot of people who wouldn't be able to handle their tomboyish looks. They would have to be able to realize that their opinions didn't count. What did count was their own. After hanging around Heero so much lately, I had come to realize that he wasn't a bad guy. He may have money, but he wasn't the one who flaunted it. It was the rest of the school that did. The same went for Quatre, who was a regular little cutie. Too bad he was in for some rough times once he hooked up with Trowa. The angel just didn't know how difficult Trowa could be sometimes. Wait a minute. . .I was difficult as well, so he wasn't going to be having any luck with his new friends. Trowa had told me about Quatre's offer of payback. I had simply laughed. It wasn't something I was ready to deal with. I hadn't done much, after all. In fact, Trowa had been the one who had talked me into giving out advice. That just showed that I'd make a great psychologist once I graduated. I was already very skilled at talking out others troubles.
"Meiran, we are talking about winning a guy over. They don't want another guy. . .well most of them don't anyway." Clarissa and Meiran laughed at that while I fake pouted. I wasn't at all hurt by that. It made it easier to know who I had to choose from. "They want a woman, all soft curves and neatly styled hair. They don't want one who admittedly goes around kicking their asses every once in a while." Meiran nodded, listening closely.
"So what do I do?" she asked, almost sounding forlorn.
"First of all, who is the man you want to notice you? I might have some personal tips for you." Meiran flushed prettily then, the pink tint making her cheeks glow. She cast her eyes to the side as she spoke.
"Wufei," she whispered. Clarissa gasped while I simply smirked.
"The Regal Three seem to be falling fast lately," I murmured. Clarissa looked at me oddly.
"What's that mean?" she questioned of me.
"Trowa's got his eye on little Quatre while Meiran has her eyes on Wufei. I'd say that they are falling." Clarissa snorted.
"Not to mention Relena's got her beady little eyes on Heero." I raised an eyebrow.
"Still?" I questioned. She had been after him during my freshman year. It had been really funny to see, considering Heero hadn't been going to our school yet. She had become such a stalker of the boy that a restraining order had been filed against her. Once Heero came to A.E.S.H. in the middle of my freshman year, Relena had been forced to leave and go to Clarissa's all girls school. To this day, Clarissa was still upset over that. She hadn't liked the girl very much when she had been hanging all over Duo just to 'get a taste of the other side', and she didn't like her any better now.
"Never stops. I mean, she's a pretty girl and all, and I may be a lesbian, but I'd never date that thing. She'd cause someone some serious problems. Too bad Dorothy won't listen to my advice and seems to want her anyway." I choked, almost feeling my eyes bug out of my head. Dorothy wanted Relena? That was just way too much information for my fragile mind to accept. At least for this moment in time.
"Anyway, change of subject. I'm supposed to be helping Meiran, not worrying about Dorothy going after the single most insane woman in the world." The two laughed at that, as I had wanted them too and went back to the reason they were here. "All right, if you want Wufei, then you'll have to follow these instructions to a tee. . ."
Friday came all too quickly and I really wished I could have been anywhere but my art class when things had begun. After all, there was so much that I couldn't handle. Not in this lifetime. Having my art teacher tell everyone to look at my portrait and saying that is how true art should look simply made me red. I wasn't used to people looking at what I did. It was like this every final and I just tried to grin and bear it, as the saying goes. Too bad bearing it isn't always as easy as it sounds.
Leaving that class I headed into my Drama class. There, standing in front of Mr. Smithson, obviously getting into some serious trouble, was Heero. Now, after spending time with him, he wasn't such a bad guy. I actually like him a little now, although I wouldn't admit it openly. He's also extremely handsome in those tight blue jeans and dark green tank top. It was a costume that Mr. Smithson made most males wear while working backstage. No sleeves on the shirt meant that things wouldn't be so dangerous in the inner workings of the stage. I was fairly surprised I had never realized Heero had been in my Drama class. It was one of the few classes I always went to. Yet it being after lunch, it made things easier on me. I didn't have to wake up early for this one.
"What's wrong, Mr. Smithy?" I asked, using the short version of his name that he allowed his best actors to use. Who knew my talents rested on acting like something I was? I certainly didn't think I'd make a great actor. Yet Smithy knew exactly what roles worked for me and I never seemed to fail being able to understand the character. It's why he normally used me with those who weren't comfortable acting on stage.
"Aw, Duo, you're here. Good. Heero has to take his final, including acting, and he says he can't do it." I blinked, noticing the slight flush that crossed his cheeks. Heero wasn't an actor, he was more important. He was a techie. Our tech people were what made the show look good, not the actors. It made me respect him a little more than I already did.
"Can't? But he isn't an actor, Smithy. He's tech. He shouldn't have to act," I commented, figuring I could be nice this once. After all, I could just claim to be tired again if people wondered why I wasn't playing off the chip on my shoulder. If I was honest, after spending time with Heero, my chip wasn't as large as it used to be. I wouldn't admit it, but it wasn't.
"I know, but even my technicians have to perform something on the final. Otherwise I have to fail them." I looked at Heero and then back at Smithy. This wasn't good. Heero failing a class just because he wasn't certain enough to act wouldn't look good. Before I could open my mouth and volunteer my aid, Smithy beat me to it. "So I want you to act with him. This way both of you will finish your finals with a good grade, even if one performance isn't top billing good." I blinked. At least I didn't have to act like I was thrilled with the idea. Yet, if I was honest with myself, I was.
"I suppose I can do that," I mumbled in answer. Heero nodded as well.
"I can as well." Smithy smirked and handed out two scripts.
"Good, I know just the roles. Duo, you'll be the one highlighted there, and Heero, the one highlighted in this one." I stared at the script, knowing exactly what play he had given us. For my final for the year, I'd be performing in this one. It was called "Wish Upon My Love" by some unknown author. Someone from the creative writing class and done it as their final this year. It had originally been about two boys, but seeing as the school couldn't condone that kind of relationship, they had changed one of the roles into a woman. I had been reading it since last night, seeing as Smithy had given me the copy during class yesterday and I couldn't help but already know the scene he was going to have us do. Smithy had wanted to keep it the way it was, but the dean had made certain we couldn't keep it normal. Damn him anyway. Heero seemed to have his eyes widen in surprise of the script but he read his lines quickly, before lowering. He was nervous about that kiss. Hell, so was I, but I wouldn't pass this opportunity up for nothing.
"Smithy, why am I playing a girl?" I questioned, wanting to act a little like my old self. Granted, I wasn't this bad in this class, but I couldn't let Heero realize that I liked him a bit more now.
"Because you're more perfect for it. You've got more experience acting and therefore can give me a believable girl. Where as Yuy has never acted before. He wouldn't make me believe he was a woman anyway. His hairs too short while you've got all that hair just crying out to be used. Besides, when this is performed next semester, this is the role you will have. We will be going back to Shakespeare's time and every role will be played by a boy." I rolled my eyes. There was more reason behind that than he admitted out loud. He wanted to keep the play true to its original form, so he was making the few girls in our class small roles in the story. It was a tricky way of telling the dean to shove it. I loved it.
"Fine," I muttered, pulling the tie from my hair and swiftly unbraiding my hair with my fingers. Once I was done I fluffed it up slightly and turned back to Smithy. "There, now I feel more like I'm into the role," I grumbled. I them moved off stage, to where my character was to come in from. I noticed Heero was still staring at me in surprise, as were several other students. "Knock it off, all of ya!" I growled. "This is a play, not a gawking contest. Let's get this over with!" Everyone managed to shake themselves free of their stupor's and Heero headed off to the other side of the stage. I knew he wouldn't be perfect, no one ever was their first time, but as least he'd give it his best and I was totally counting on him surprising Smithy.
"Danielle! Where are you!" Heero called, a little nervous. His voice shook from them. It was alright, that was fairly good. Too bad the name of Damien had been turned into that awful name, but oh well. I couldn't be picky. I rushed on stage, meeting Heero in the center. I was pretending to be out of breath and slowly he embraced me, as his character was supposed to. I slowly whispered into his ear.
"It's just a play. Enjoy it, don't push it. You'll pass, even if you mess up. He just wants you to try." Heero relaxed then, his arms more into the role now that he wasn't as panicked about failing as he had been. "Oh, Harrison, I'm so scared. What if we're caught?" I whispered, falling into the role, now trying to feel like Damien, who was meeting with his forbidden lover. Heero pulled back and looked into my eyes as if he was Harrison and he had just found his one true love. I found myself swallowing thickly.
"Don't worry about it, Danielle. No one knows where we are. We'll be fine." I turned away, trying to keep myself in the head of the character and not something else.
"But Harrison, this wouldn't be good for you. If they were to find out. . ." Heero's finger came up to cover my lips, silencing me.
"I love you. I don't care what they think. Let them say what they will and do what they must, but that will not change how I feel." I felt tears prick my eyes. Oh he was good. He was really good. His memory had allowed him to remember the script and I was finding myself wanting to believe him, even though I wasn't Danielle, or Damien, and he wasn't Harrison.
"I love you as well, Harrison, but I can't risk that. You have so much. I have so little. I can live with their condemnation, but you can't. It would better to never see me again. I can't bear to see this. I don't want something to happen to you. Promise me you won't see me any more."
"If I did that, then it would be the same as saying I would sooner give up breathing than being able to be in your arms. It can't be done. I won't let it be done. You are mine. Your body, mind, and soul were freely given last night. I had also thought your heart as well." I turned to face him then, knowing this was where I was to kiss him. Being the professional I was, I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't supposed to be passionate, so I didn't make it so. Just a soft meeting of lips. Dear heaven, I wanted more, but the play didn't call for it.
"You have everything I am, Harrison. That is why I can't take what you ask of me. I can't ruin your life. Forgive me!" With that I turned from him and rushed off the stage, as my character was supposed to. Heero had one more line, but he seemed to be too shocked to move. I meet his gaze and with a reassuring smile and waved him on, showing him he wasn't finished. His eyes showed me he understood and he stared down at his hands, his voice soft, but able to carry in the room.
"Yet, my dear Danielle, this will ruin my life so much more. Without you beside me I am nothing but an empty shell. It was your smile that made me smile. Your laughter that made me laugh. It was your bright expression that made me who I have become. Without you, I simply become a shadow of what you have made me to be." With that, the curtain closed, or so it would for that act. Heero blinked in surprise as cheers sprang up from all around. Even Smithy was clapping. I walked out and bowed, causing Heero to bow with me. I then looked at him, a smirk on my lips.
"Not bad, Hee-ro," I said, drawing out his name. He blinked at me in surprise as we bowed once again. "Not bad at all, Mr. Perfect," I finished. Heero smiled at me then, as I smiled back at him. Maybe we could be friends after all. I knew there was no chance for him and me romantically, but I knew right then, that he'd make one hell of a good friend.
You are in "Wing's room:1" ( Welcome Baka )
Deathscythe entered the room
Deathscythe: Hey!
Deathscythe: I almost didn't think you'd make it.
Wing: of course I made it
Deathscythe: flushes Well, you could have gotten tired of me.
Wing: it's not every day I can actually speak... er... type my mind
Wing: that'll be the day
Deathscythe: chuckles softly That bad, huh?
Deathscythe: blinks What, when you get tired of me or when I just plain annoy you?
Wing: either would produce the same outcome, don't you think?
Wing: but, it'll be a long time before i get tired of you
Deathscythe: Then maybe I'll annoy you...I've been told I'm very annoying.
Wing: well, if you annoy me, I'm sure it'll be for a reason I'm not used to
Deathscythe: laughs bitterly I've been told I have an attitude that I need to adjust so I don't offend others.
Wing: well, be that as it may, it wouldn't be a reason for me to become annoied with you
Wing: annoyed
Deathscythe: chuckles Man, if my friend heard this, he'd fall over laughing. Either that, or he'd say you have some balls for that one.
Wing: if my friends knew I was spending so much time talking with you, they'd be trying to figure out a way to make sure you don't try to take advantage of me
Deathscythe: Why would I take advantage of you?
Wing: knowing them, they'd bug my system
Wing: i don't know... but people always try. I guess they always try to run over the quiet ones
Deathscythe: Then you'd just have to have me come over and fix it. I'm good with things like that. It's only installing the goodies on a laptop that I'm not good at. At least, not yet.
Deathscythe: Please, I'm so loud I don't need to take advantage. I'd simply drive you insane from my lack of knowing the word Silence.
Wing: that's where I'd come in. I like building computers... big ones
Wing: lol
Deathscythe: chuckles
Deathscythe: Ya know, we never did set up a time to meet for tomorrow.
Wing: well, lets go somewhere for lunch
Deathscythe: So meeting at the Golden Dragon for lunch? About one then?
Wing: sounds good.
Wing: are you sure you want to treat? I invited you, I should be the one to pay
Deathscythe: Good, that gives me about five minutes to get ready and run out the door in order to make it. I hate waking up early.
Wing: I hate it, but my internal clock has been set for life
Deathscythe: bats away the offer I told you, I can't stand someone paying for me. If I don't have the money I don't go. So let me feel good and pay for this.
Deathscythe: laughs
Wing: okay, you pay for lunch, but let me take you to the movies or something later... please?
Wing: i mean... if you still want to hang out... i don't want to be pushy or anything
Deathscythe: sighs I'll think about it. My sister says I have a lot of issues I have to work out.
Deathscythe: Of course I want to hang out. It's not everyday I meet someone I can be myself around, ya know.
Deathscythe: thinks I want to do something special for you. What's your favorite place to go to?
Wing: I like doing things for people that I care about... that's why my friends worry.
Wing: thinks
Wing: I don't really get out much
Deathscythe: Well, do you like the beach? Cherry blossom trees in bloom? any kind of landscape?
Wing: ...Sakuras? they have them here?
Deathscythe: Yeah, over at the horticultural facilities at the junior college. I go up there to paint.
Wing: I haven't seen Sakuras in years. I'd really like to go
Deathscythe: Then how about we go there after lunch? I've got a pass and can get in to see them anytime I'd like.
Wing: thank you, that would mean a lot to me
Deathscythe: blushes Hey. . .what are friends for?
Wing: I'd like to do something special for you too
Deathscythe: Besides, this is sort of like a date. . . and I always swore that I'd do what ever my date wanted. . . that is, if I ever found someone crazy enough to go out with me.
Deathscythe: smacks himself I'm rambling. . .but you don't have to do anything for me.
Wing: blushes you're right, it is like a date... and someone would have to have one foot in the grave not to want to date you
Wing: i want to do something for you, you just name it
Deathscythe: falls off his chair That's what my best friend and sister both tell me. . . but I know better.
Deathscythe: What kind of hobby do you have?
Wing: hobby? other than alienating myself from the populous?
Deathscythe: Hey. . .no fair taking mine
Deathscythe: laughs Yeah, other than that.
Wing: lol, does talking to you count?
Deathscythe: Like mines painting...or drawing. . .or just. . .trails off, turning a bright red Um. . .I suppose, but that won't help you do something special for me.
Wing: what was that last one? i didn't quite hear it
Deathscythe: I just like to draw. Give me something to draw on and something to draw with and I'm all good.
Wing: smirk
Deathscythe: That's why I'll go up to the college and do a landscape of the Sakura trees for you.
Wing: bad wing! thinking hentai thoughts in front of my new friend... BAD!
Deathscythe: chuckles Hey, you can think or speak them all you want. I've been told I'm normally in the gutter.
Wing: i don't usually get to be playful or hentai... so i just have to take it all out on you
Deathscythe: Be my guest. I can handle anything you throw at me. . .and then some.
Wing: good
Deathscythe: Then again, I'm fairly terrible...so I'd possibly be able to make you blush.
Wing: I'm pretty sure I can give you something to draw lecherous grin
Deathscythe: smirks Been there done that. I'll bring some of my sketches with me.
Wing: i don't know... I have a pretty good poker face
Wing: well, if you ever need a live male model... I've been told I have an excellent physique (by my weights instructor)
Deathscythe: You'll have a nosebleed after my second sketch. I caught two people going at it in the church. Needless to say I had a wonderful time capturing it for memories sake.
Wing: laughs that must have been fun
Deathscythe: smirks, a gleam in his eye Live male model? Could I get you to pose nude for this?
Deathscythe: snickers It was great. Especially when I gave them a copy once I was done.
Wing: that's what I'd been hinting at all this time... slow on the uptake today, aren't you, 'scythe?
Wing: the look on their faces must have been priceless
Deathscythe: sticks his tongue out I just didn't want to take advantage, is all. And it was worth it, let me tell you. I've never seen eyes so big in my life.
Wing: I have a friend who might challence the big eyes thing
Wing: challenge
Deathscythe: Only if I show him the finished picture of your posing nude under the Sakura trees.
Wing: you show him that and he'll never look at me the same way again...
Deathscythe: LOL
Wing: plus, he'd buy that thing off your hands before you can say "not for sale"
Deathscythe: Naw, I'd keep it before I'd sell it. I'm really self-conscious when it comes to my art. I normally never give it away or show anyone. So I'm showing I really like you by doing this.
Wing: blushes a little I really like you too
Wing: so... how do I find you?
Deathscythe: grins, leaning in close Oh really?
Wing: yes, really
Deathscythe: Just look for the one with a black leather trench coat and red silk shirt. Can't miss me.
Wing: okay
Deathscythe: leans even closer, smirking How much do ya like me, Wing?
Wing: as much as it's safe to say without scaring you away
Deathscythe: smirks even wider Ya couldn't scare me away if ya tried...
Wing: boo!
Deathscythe: leans in close and kisses the boo off your lips Boo back.
Wing: blushes and kisses back
Wing: umm... eep?
Deathscythe: Hehe. . .I suppose this doesn't really scare anyone. . .does it?
Wing: no, not really... although, I'd like to try that again when we meet
Deathscythe: Ya read my mind.
Wing: i just really hope you aren't intimidated and shy away from me when we meet
Wing: i haven't had that much luck in my love life
Deathscythe: Neither have I. But then again, when most people find out about my home life and background, they tend to run the other way.
Deathscythe: And for your information, I don't get intimidated.
Wing: my home life hasn't been easy, but it's been far from hard
Wing: it's unreasonable to not expect baggage in some way, shape, or form when dating someone
Deathscythe: I'll tell ya now, so I don't scare ya away when we meet. this way ya can figure if I'm still worth meeting or not.
Wing: okay
Deathscythe: I live at the Maxwell Church and Orphanage. In fact, I work here too. I've been here since I was old enough to remember but too young to realize the meaning behind living here. I was too old to adopt, so the church kept me.
Wing: ...
Wing: ...you're one of the Maxwell kids?
Deathscythe: nods See. . .I saw this coming.
Deathscythe: My family isn't really my family...but they're all I've got at the moment.
Wing: it's not that i have a problem with it, i'm just trying to figure out which you'd be without you telling me
Deathscythe: There's so many of us at AESH that you'd never be able to decide.
Deathscythe: Granted, not all of us have been there long enough to gain the Maxwell name, but that's still more than most families.
Wing: well, i've narrowed it down to boys
Deathscythe: All the girls go to an all girls school except those that are home schooled, like my sister Reno.
Wing: the only Maxwell I know... more or less... would rather see me as worm food than go out with me
Deathscythe: One of us sees you as worm food?
Wing: so all i have to do is hack into the school system and see which of those have been there the longest
Deathscythe: Don't hack, you'll get in trouble. Cause I have to catch the ones doing that for the district this week.
Wing: so i'll hack the church database and see who's been there the longest and the reason they're there
Deathscythe: Couldn't do that if you tried. I've got this place locked up tighter than fort knocks.
Wing: well... the Maxwell I'm thinking of I've had a crush on for a while... too bad he hates me
Deathscythe: raises an eyebrow Oh, do tell?
Wing: i'll just have to get over it now... i'm going out with you and it wouldn't do to be crushing on one of your brothers
Deathscythe: But how do you know the one you've been crushing on isn't me?
Deathscythe: smirks
Wing: good question. if you are him, then I won't have to worry about forgetting
Deathscythe: true.
Wing: and i'd be the happiest guy on campus
Deathscythe: So, which one is it?
Wing: but if you ARE him, you hate me and we probably shouldn't go out
Deathscythe: Um. . .I seem to recall no one speaking of hating anyone...except Sasuke. . . and he usually has a couple chips on his shoulder.
Wing: ...Duo...
Deathscythe: grins That wasn't soooo hard, was it?
Wing: so are you?
Deathscythe: You'll find out on Saturday.
Wing: will you still be there even if I'm wrong?
Deathscythe: Of course. If I'm not Duo, then I'll just have to steal your affections from him.
Wing: I don't want you sending him just because you think I won't like you
Deathscythe: waves off your words Naw...I'm not that mean
Deathscythe: Besides. . .I have a confession of my own...
Wing: oh interest piqued
Deathscythe: I happen to have a crush on the one person who's name is taboo in this house.
Wing: why would his name be taboo?
Deathscythe: Because a lot of people in this house don't like him...
Wing: including you?
Deathscythe: No. . .I just said I like him. . .although I used to be like them...
Wing: well you don't have to like someone to have a crush on them... it could be purely physical... wait, that's lust
Wing: so what changed?
Deathscythe: I got to know him. . .in a way. . .
Wing: he wasn't as bad as you thought he'd be?
Deathscythe: No. . .he wasn't as bad as I've wanted to believe he was...
Wing: ... by the sound of that, you're talking about one of the regal three
Deathscythe: I suppose I've misjudged a lot of people by their status rather than their personality. My mother would kill me if she had realized how bad I became. And yeah, I am.
Wing: thought so... you don't like people with money and they obviously have it... so you tried to make yourself think that they were bad people because of it
Deathscythe: A really well off doctor wouldn't see my mother. . . so she died just hours after leaving his office.
Wing: ... oh... i'm sorry to hear that
Deathscythe: On top of that, it was a rich man that got my mother pregnant and then tried to pay her off so he wouldn't have to pay for the child.
Wing: and now you're that child and you're pretty much alone were it not for the church...
Deathscythe: So I was really bitter toward people with money. becomes serious Yet, it wasn't the money that made them that way, it was their fear of what others thought about them that made them the way they were. And I have come to accept that not everyone is that way.
Deathscythe: I'm not alone. . .
Deathscythe: Even without the church, I know my mother's keeping an eye out for me. Granted she'd possibly upset with me for the grudge I held for so long, but I'm getting over it.
Wing: well, i believe all things happen for a reason...
Deathscythe: Usually some start for an ugly reason.
Wing: if you've had a hard life before, maybe it was so that you could see things differently and become strong enough to change them when you've grown
Deathscythe: Did you want to know who it is I like? After all, ya are gonna have to steal me from him.
Wing: well, if it's Wufei... i won't have to worry because he's straight as an arrow
Deathscythe: No. . .not him...oh lord no.
Wing: Quatre has been seen lurking around the circus group chasing after that tall lion tamer
Wing: so if it's him, he's taken
Deathscythe: Trowa. . .is his name. Sasuke works with him. As will Duo starting next week.
Deathscythe: And no. . .not him.
Wing: Heero is the one that people have been known to go after since he seems disinterested in anyone romantically
Deathscythe: I wouldn't say go after. . .more like wish they could be so lucky.
Wing: I heard that this girl, Relena tried to get him to go out with her before her parents found out about her "unlady-like" behavior and sent her to an all girl's school
Deathscythe: Miss Relena, actually.
Wing: you know her, I see
Deathscythe: And yeah, she was terrible. She was another reason I couldn't stand the rich
Wing: I don't think the rich can stand her either
Wing: psycho maniac stalker bleep
Deathscythe: She also clung to me, even though I was considered un-sociable. Only she wanted to go slumming and thought I'd be the perfect pawn...ha...it's such a good thing I hate women.
Deathscythe: LOL
Wing: she'd be crushed if she knew Heero was gay
Wing: laughs i should tell her some time
Deathscythe: I'd love to be the one to tell her.
Deathscythe: chuckles
Wing: we can do it together
Deathscythe: Oh, that'd be beautiful. Although I'd be even better if Heero could get a bf and then tell her to her face.
Deathscythe: I'd pay money to see that.
Wing: so, you're crushing on mister ice prince himself?
Deathscythe: Naw. . .he's not ice. He's fire. It's just no one's ever seen it.
Wing: I'm sure he'd pay YOU to pose as the bf to get her off his back
Deathscythe: He's also just as human as the rest of us.
Wing: and you know this how?
Deathscythe: I'd do it tooo...and for FREE
Wing: i'm sure you would
Deathscythe: hehe
Deathscythe: In any case, did you know he chews on his eraser when he's nervous?
Wing: how did you possibly get close enough to Heero to know he's not ice?
Wing: ... really?
Deathscythe: I've got my ways. . .and yeah, really.
Wing: makes a mental note about that
Deathscythe: What, you like him too?
Wing: wouldn't you like to know?
Deathscythe: Actually, I would. Cause if I have to compete with him. . .I'll lose.
Wing: he's got nice arms, i'll say that much
Wing: well, you'll just have to die of curiosity because I have to go
Deathscythe: Damn you...
Deathscythe: Fine...
Deathscythe: But I want to know tomorrow.
Wing: I'll let you know, don't worry about it, babe
Deathscythe: babe?
Deathscythe: Fine...I won't
Wing:
Wing: bye
Deathscythe: bye
Deathscythe: night.
Wing left the room
I sighed as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the longest conversation I had ever had OL in my life. So he liked me already. That narrowed him down quite a bit. There weren't very many people who could put up with me and know about Relena and Heero. So that wasn't much of a leap. Yet I'd be meeting him tomorrow. In fact, in less than fourteen hours. I stared at the clock. That really didn't give me much time, but at least I could keep true to my word. I would only have about five minutes to get ready and rush out the door. Going to sleep this late was certain to make me really tired.
I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off. I reached over and flicked it off before bouncing out of bed and gabbing up the clothes I had already seat aside and heading for the bathroom. I took a rather quick shower before blow drying my hair and making certain I was all ready for this date. My red silk shirt was perfectly pressed, not one wrinkle in it. My black slacks were also wrinkle free. I was out to impress. Granted, if I was meeting someone like Heero, this would be nothing, but since it wasn't, I was dressed pretty damn good. Pulling on my leather trench coat, I made certain my hair was perfectly braided and I didn't smell too strongly of my cologne, I headed out of the room.
"Whoa, Duo, looking sharp," Clarissa said as I passed her in the hall. "Good luck on your date." I nodded, giving her a thumbs-up before slipping downstairs. I stopped in the dining hall to pick up my portrait that I had done for my date. The dining hall was the best place to allow my painting to dry, seeing as the lights were never turned off in here. So I picked it up, covered it, and then headed for the front door. I stopped beside Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. Both of them had grins on their lips.
"Good luck, Duo," Sister Helen whispered, giving me a hug. Father Maxwell handed me keys and I blinked.
"Call it an early birthday present," was all he said to my questioning gaze. I opened the door to see a really killer corvette sitting by the curb. I looked back at him, my eyes wide.
"This must have cost a fortune, I can't accept this." Father Maxwell shook his head.
"It was donated to the church. So I had fixed up and figured this way you can earn more of your living by taking some of the other students to class as well." I laughed. Leave it to him to have another motive in mind behind giving me something. That was so like him.
"Understood, sir," I replied. I then gave him a hug before getting in and heading for the place my date was to be. Man, if ever there was a time I didn't need to feel nerves, today was it.
"Hey Duo, can I seat you at your usual table?" Meiran asked as I entered the Golden Dragon. She was dressed in the classic Chinese style kimono of the restaurant but her hair was up in a really intricate twist instead of her pig-tails. She had been taking my advice and she looked amazing.
"Not this time, Meiran. I've got a date today." Meiran smirked and led me to the table she had always told me was perfect for couples. Just a little out of the way of many prying eyes. "You look great today, Meiran." She flushed and looked away.
"It's nothing much. I just wanted to see if your advice works." I nodded, having figured as much.
"So, how helpful is it?" I questioned. Once again her cheeks warmed to a soft pink.
"I've been asked out by several people already." I could catch the rest of it without her having to say it.
"Just not the one you want, ne?" She nodded.
"No, not him." I placed a hand over hers.
"Don't worry, he'll notice you. Just give him some time." She nodded.
"I will. Would you like something to drink while you're waiting?" she asked, going back to work. I nodded.
"Sure. Get me my usual." She nodded and headed off. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers playing over the white cover of the small portrait. I had tried to capture the beauty of the Sakura trees at sunset, but I still felt a little awkward. I wasn't one to give this kind of painting away. I didn't like showing my work, but I knew that the only way I could show him that I was serious is by doing something I wouldn't normally do for anyone else. I was so wrapped up in my own world that I hadn't heard my date come in. A quick in-drawn breath followed by my name being softly breathed in a soft baritone made me turn swiftly. Standing behind me, a single rose in his hands, was Heero Yuy himself. I blinked and stood up quickly, my eyes wide.
"Wing?" I whispered. At his soft nod, he seemed as surprised as I was.
"Deathscythe?" he questioned back, although I could tell he already knew it.
"I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED ME!" We exclaimed suddenly at the same time. We both froze for a moment, our eyes still wide. Yet slowly I felt a smile cross my lips. I told him I wouldn't be intimidated, and damn it, I wasn't going to be. This was my first date, after all. And I could think of no one better to spend it with than Heero Yuy himself.
"Come on Heero, sit down. You're drawing all sorts of attention." I looked down at my painting and uncovered it, slowly holding it out for him. "This is for you. Granted its not as nice as the sketch of yourself that you got, but I tried." I waited with baited breath, wondering if he was going to be all right with this, or if he was going to leave. Either way, I would know that I hadn't ran. I wouldn't run from what I was feeling, no matter who those feelings were for.
