No spoilers, TWT, random pointlessness.
The Voices!
Duo decided to turn in early, exhausted from a long day at work on Deathsythe. He laid down, sighing into his pillow. At last! He had darkness, every light in the room was turned off. He had warmth, snuggled in between his blankets. Most importantly, he had silence…
Or not.
He opened his eyes. He heard something. A low tone of voices. Too faint to make out. Duo sat up quickly and looked around in the pitch black room, rather uselessly. The only thing he could see was a slight sliver of grayish light peeking in under the door.
The voices continued talking, so quiet they were indistinguishable. He could not detect any presence in the room. The window was not open; and the house was nowhere near any other. Slightly unnerved, Duo rose and padded to the door, listening to the sounds on the other side of it. The others had were on the other side of the house, their voices surely could not have drifted into the room. Once he was in the hallway, he heard nothing.
But when he returned to his bedroom, the voices were still there. Now thoroughly unsettled, Duo decided to sleep under his desk, where the voices seemed to be a little quieter. Curling up with a blanket pulled from his bed, he settled in.
And could not sleep at all.
The voices were still there!
Morning found him still under the desk, heavy eyes reddened, strands of hair loosened from his braid, framing his haggard face. He had not been able to sleep all night. The low voices had continued. Too freaked out to rest, he had searched for the source of the voices, from the safety of the desk.
"Duo?" Quatre opened the door. Stopping when he saw Duo under the desk, he gave him a startled look. "Why is the stereo on?"