Hello everyone! Sorry that it took me a little longer to put this chapter
out. EXAMS SUCK!! So yeah, instead of typing up a chapter like I should, I
studied. I know, I know. You all disappointed. But it's up now! Yea! Next
might take even longer 'cause I'm going home, and then it's my birthday!
Gonna go to the bar and sing karaoke! Like a dying cat!
Look at all the reviews! [is blinded by the light] I see a Nashi, a Jessica White, a CatC10, another raverTECH!, a gundam06serenity, twice!, StarLit Hope returns, as does CC, and a drkwndz! Thank you Thank you! [waves hand like the Queen]
Warnings: angsty in this part, and the POV may be confusing, as well as the time period.
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Chapter 3
The flash of the camera blinded the four models. They blinked and rubbed their eyes with the heel of their hands. They were standing in front of a Hawaiian backdrop, wearing Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts, and lounging around for the shoot.
"Man! I hate that damn flash!" Duo complained, trying in vain to see.
"Stop your whining, just a few more pictures." Timothy McSquire re- adjusted the camera directed at Wufei, Duo, Trowa, and Quatre.
"Hey, Wu-man! Earth to Wu-man! Come in!" Duo suddenly loomed in Wufei's eyes. He blinked. He could see Trowa and Quatre's worried faces behind the chattering loudmouth.
"What?" A growl.
"Well, you looked, distracted," Quatre exchanged glances with the others. "We were wondering what's wrong."
"Just thinking." About the feel of Heero's arm in his hand, how muscular it was. He closed his eyes and growled, pushing away from the fake palm tree he was leaning against. He strolled away, heading for where the dressing rooms were kept, and entered the one marked "Chang." He locked the door, shutting out Timothy's enraged shout, the cries of his friends. The world.
Why had he never noticed Heero before? He was always there, yet never acknowledged. There was something in the teen's manner that unnerved him. But what?
Heero stared at the poster on the table in front of him. When he got the poster, he gave Wufei's side a mere glance, but was drawn to it, giving it a closer scrutiny. Wonderful. A faraway look entered his eyes as he carefully traced the designs etched on the paper. He felt like he could see past the pictures, the colours, and found happiness, love, cherishment, well-being; a general satisfaction with how life was going. Something that he was missing from his life, and never had its absence hurt as painful.
Wufei stood outside the classroom, searching the faces of the crowd for Heero's. He only saw the other students making their way to class. Heero had not shown up to school that day.
"Look, relax! The poster's only, like, 3% of our marks!" Duo joked, trying to cheer up his friend.
"Yes. And besides, this is not your fault." Quatre placed his hand on Wufei's arm. "If losing the marks means so much, you could always make them up with a paper."
Wufei, growled, tearing the blonde's hand off his arm. Quatre sighed, looked at Duo, and both walked into the classroom
"You're worried about him, aren't you?" Trowa's voice drifted out of the chattering students.
"Keneng."
Trowa nodded. The ball rang, the hallway cleared, and yet no Heero. Wufei turned to go to class, when the sound of running feet echoed down the hall. A person was making their way through the corridor. No, not Heero. Just an office errand boy.
"Wait!" A breathless yell. "Wufei!"
The boy caught up with him, and, breathing hard, thrust a rolled up paper at Wufei. "Here."
He took the paper, nodded his thanks to the boy, and walked to class.
"Mr Chang, you are late to class!" Miss Noin swooped upon the Asian. He shrugged; she sighed. "Well, a warning, since it is your first offence."
Slowly, he made his way down the rows of desks, and sat in his desk at the back of the class. He unrolled the poster, his friends leaning over to better see it, and gasped.
Heero had not sleep, unable to after viewing his partner's side. All night he stayed up, thinking. Then he started to draw, about who he was, how he felt, and what his life was like. He drew long into the evening, and finished when the sun began its trek into the sky. Concentrating hard, he had put the last touches to his side of the poster.
Perfect.
He had gotten up from where he was drawing, and ate a light snack. Then Heero sat in his kitchen, watching the sun announce its majestic presence, clearly saying "Without me, you all would be dead." Then, at around eight-thirty, he dressed himself, grabbed the poster, and headed to school. At the office, he had left the poster with a message to deliver it to Mr Chang at last period. Then he left.
Stealing a blanket from his bed, he went to the backyard, and spent the rest of the morning watching the sky. When had life become so depressing? So cruel? Teasing him, staying just out of reach, taunting. No more. He closed his eyes. A single tear had escaped his eyes, running down his face. No more.
No more coming home to an empty house, no one there to ask how his day was. No more going to a school whose students did not notice him. No more living in a world where no one cared for Heero Yuy.
"Oh my God!" Duo crossed himself, backing away from Wufei's desk.
Quatre reached out, trailing his fingers over Heero's drawings, tears falling from his eyes. "So much pain and hurt. Loneliness."
Trowa seemed haunted, and closed his eyes, wondering how no one saw just how troubled Yuy was. How no one bothered to talk to him. Guilt and shame weighed heavily upon his shoulders. If only..
"Miss Noin?" Wufei's voice cracked slightly. "I have to..I have to leave. An emergency."
"What emergency?"
Slowly Wufei got up and walked to the front, placing the poster down on Miss Noin's desk. "Someone needs help, desperately."
Then he ran. Ran out of the classroom, out of the school, praying that he was not too late, hoping that Heero would answer his door with a cold, asking what was wrong.
But deep down, Wufei knew that Heero would not be answering the door.
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A challenge! Who can draw the poster? I sure has hell can't. Hope you readers liked this chapter. Kinda sad. Not a deathfic, though. I cannot read them, nor write them. Too depressing for me. I hope that this chapter wasn't too confusing. If it helps, the paragraph with Heero is almost a flashback, while Wufei is waiting for him at the school. So, Wufeis follow a timeline, and Heero's is like the past, on Sunday evening and Monday morning.
1 I see Wufei as a growler. Yup.
2 I think that this is the word for yes in Chinese, bit not sure. If anyone knows, please tell!
Look at all the reviews! [is blinded by the light] I see a Nashi, a Jessica White, a CatC10, another raverTECH!, a gundam06serenity, twice!, StarLit Hope returns, as does CC, and a drkwndz! Thank you Thank you! [waves hand like the Queen]
Warnings: angsty in this part, and the POV may be confusing, as well as the time period.
~~~~~~~
Chapter 3
The flash of the camera blinded the four models. They blinked and rubbed their eyes with the heel of their hands. They were standing in front of a Hawaiian backdrop, wearing Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts, and lounging around for the shoot.
"Man! I hate that damn flash!" Duo complained, trying in vain to see.
"Stop your whining, just a few more pictures." Timothy McSquire re- adjusted the camera directed at Wufei, Duo, Trowa, and Quatre.
"Hey, Wu-man! Earth to Wu-man! Come in!" Duo suddenly loomed in Wufei's eyes. He blinked. He could see Trowa and Quatre's worried faces behind the chattering loudmouth.
"What?" A growl.
"Well, you looked, distracted," Quatre exchanged glances with the others. "We were wondering what's wrong."
"Just thinking." About the feel of Heero's arm in his hand, how muscular it was. He closed his eyes and growled, pushing away from the fake palm tree he was leaning against. He strolled away, heading for where the dressing rooms were kept, and entered the one marked "Chang." He locked the door, shutting out Timothy's enraged shout, the cries of his friends. The world.
Why had he never noticed Heero before? He was always there, yet never acknowledged. There was something in the teen's manner that unnerved him. But what?
Heero stared at the poster on the table in front of him. When he got the poster, he gave Wufei's side a mere glance, but was drawn to it, giving it a closer scrutiny. Wonderful. A faraway look entered his eyes as he carefully traced the designs etched on the paper. He felt like he could see past the pictures, the colours, and found happiness, love, cherishment, well-being; a general satisfaction with how life was going. Something that he was missing from his life, and never had its absence hurt as painful.
Wufei stood outside the classroom, searching the faces of the crowd for Heero's. He only saw the other students making their way to class. Heero had not shown up to school that day.
"Look, relax! The poster's only, like, 3% of our marks!" Duo joked, trying to cheer up his friend.
"Yes. And besides, this is not your fault." Quatre placed his hand on Wufei's arm. "If losing the marks means so much, you could always make them up with a paper."
Wufei, growled, tearing the blonde's hand off his arm. Quatre sighed, looked at Duo, and both walked into the classroom
"You're worried about him, aren't you?" Trowa's voice drifted out of the chattering students.
"Keneng."
Trowa nodded. The ball rang, the hallway cleared, and yet no Heero. Wufei turned to go to class, when the sound of running feet echoed down the hall. A person was making their way through the corridor. No, not Heero. Just an office errand boy.
"Wait!" A breathless yell. "Wufei!"
The boy caught up with him, and, breathing hard, thrust a rolled up paper at Wufei. "Here."
He took the paper, nodded his thanks to the boy, and walked to class.
"Mr Chang, you are late to class!" Miss Noin swooped upon the Asian. He shrugged; she sighed. "Well, a warning, since it is your first offence."
Slowly, he made his way down the rows of desks, and sat in his desk at the back of the class. He unrolled the poster, his friends leaning over to better see it, and gasped.
Heero had not sleep, unable to after viewing his partner's side. All night he stayed up, thinking. Then he started to draw, about who he was, how he felt, and what his life was like. He drew long into the evening, and finished when the sun began its trek into the sky. Concentrating hard, he had put the last touches to his side of the poster.
Perfect.
He had gotten up from where he was drawing, and ate a light snack. Then Heero sat in his kitchen, watching the sun announce its majestic presence, clearly saying "Without me, you all would be dead." Then, at around eight-thirty, he dressed himself, grabbed the poster, and headed to school. At the office, he had left the poster with a message to deliver it to Mr Chang at last period. Then he left.
Stealing a blanket from his bed, he went to the backyard, and spent the rest of the morning watching the sky. When had life become so depressing? So cruel? Teasing him, staying just out of reach, taunting. No more. He closed his eyes. A single tear had escaped his eyes, running down his face. No more.
No more coming home to an empty house, no one there to ask how his day was. No more going to a school whose students did not notice him. No more living in a world where no one cared for Heero Yuy.
"Oh my God!" Duo crossed himself, backing away from Wufei's desk.
Quatre reached out, trailing his fingers over Heero's drawings, tears falling from his eyes. "So much pain and hurt. Loneliness."
Trowa seemed haunted, and closed his eyes, wondering how no one saw just how troubled Yuy was. How no one bothered to talk to him. Guilt and shame weighed heavily upon his shoulders. If only..
"Miss Noin?" Wufei's voice cracked slightly. "I have to..I have to leave. An emergency."
"What emergency?"
Slowly Wufei got up and walked to the front, placing the poster down on Miss Noin's desk. "Someone needs help, desperately."
Then he ran. Ran out of the classroom, out of the school, praying that he was not too late, hoping that Heero would answer his door with a cold, asking what was wrong.
But deep down, Wufei knew that Heero would not be answering the door.
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A challenge! Who can draw the poster? I sure has hell can't. Hope you readers liked this chapter. Kinda sad. Not a deathfic, though. I cannot read them, nor write them. Too depressing for me. I hope that this chapter wasn't too confusing. If it helps, the paragraph with Heero is almost a flashback, while Wufei is waiting for him at the school. So, Wufeis follow a timeline, and Heero's is like the past, on Sunday evening and Monday morning.
1 I see Wufei as a growler. Yup.
2 I think that this is the word for yes in Chinese, bit not sure. If anyone knows, please tell!
