| >(sings) Hi, and welcome to ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 2! If you didn't know, it should have hit you! ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 2! It is all dramatic, and kinda theatric.... ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 2! If I'm really lucky, this all won't seem so sucky.... but this song is really kind of uncool! ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 2! ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 2! Let's hope it will be liked by at least a few! At least a few! People tell me 'Roxanne, your writing belongs in the trash can', but you can't recycle computers! Unless you get a printout, good luck throwing this away! Hey!< XOXOXO, Roxanne PS: I guess you noticed I wrote 'by Roxanne de Winter' under the fanfic's title. I just wrote it as a reminder so you don't forget my name. (Annoying smiley face). ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 2 by Roxanne de Winter Dorothy couldn't believe it. She had actually gone through with running away from her family. "Well, it's too late to turn back now," she thought, trying to get rid of the fear that pestered her,"I just hope everything will turn out...." She was now miles away from home, and frankly didn't know where she was going and how she'd survive the trip. Just then, she heard a silent, muffled cry. Was it an animal? No.... it sounded.... human? Dorothy raised an eyebrow. What if it was a trick? Shrugging, Dorothy thought to herself,"I've got nothing to lose...." Following where the noise came, Dorothy's search ended by a dumpster. Inside, the cry of a human being could be heard. Cautiously, putting her hand in a pocket of her jeans to make it appear as if she was armed, Dorothy opened the lid of the dumpster and found a trash bag large enough to hold a human body. Dorothy felt a chill go down her spine. The cries definately came from that bag.... ignoring the sudden chill of fear that came over her, Dorothy opened it to find a boy her age, tied up, gagged, and wounded. It was hard to see his face because of the darkness, but Dorothy could tell the boy was scared out of his wits. Dorothy took the gag out of his mouth and asked calmly,"Who are you?" The boy just gave a frightened whimper. Calmly, Dorothy untied him, and helped the frightened young man out of the dumpster, and laid him on the ground. "You a homeless guy?" she asked. The boy shook his head,"No," he said quietly,"guys--- some guys dragged me here and---" his voice trailed off. Sitting up, he brushed some hair from his face, and eyed Dorothy. "Are you hurt?" she asked, trying to get a better look at the boy. "I'm alright. It's not the first time this has happened.... it's just the worst." "Do want me to call the police?" The boy stiffened,"No!" he nearly shouted. Dorothy blinked,"What? Are you a murderer or something?" There was a long silence before the boy answered,"I didn't kill any- one." ============================== oh and my oragmai pull it up and just pretend ============================== "Thank you SO much, Duo...." said Hilde, putting down her bag filled with personal belongins. The braided boy responded with a smile,"No prob, I understand you. The Gothima is haven for anyone in danger.... and your dad definately poses a threat to you." Hilde sat down on the floor,"You sure you don't mind having me here?" Duo shook his head,"Nope. A friend in need is always welcome at my door." Duo had bought The Gothima, an old, small club, and turned it into his own private sanctuaray. Usually he provided lodging for people who had no homes or needed a safe place to stay. It wasn't the most luxurious of places, for it had no running water or electricity, the paint was peeling off the termite-infested walls, and the windows were boarded with old wood so that the cold air outside would not come in through the holes in the glass. Despite all of this, people still lodged with Duo. Anything was better than a violent family or living on the streets. All the inconvinences of The Gothima were overlooked, and no one seemed to mind the discomforts of the gloomy house. It's wasn't like Duo didn't have a fine house. In fact, it was quite comfortable. But Duo's father mostly wanted him to stay away from home because he was 'a disgrace'. When situations got rough, which was mostly the case, Duo would hide away in The Gothima until it was safe to go back home. As Hilde laid her make-up on an old dresser, Duo went to call everyone for dinner. Tonight's main course would be a plain, horrible-tasting tomato soup. Duo wasn't one to steal food from his home. He was too proud to do so. Instead, he and most of the people he lodged with raised money by doing odd jobs and low paying profession. All the money put together would be enough to buy some clothing, food, and anything else that was needed to survive. Hilde smiled to herself. It was amazing how Duo reached out to people, and put them all together in one giant, non-related family, and how managed to keep the peace between everyone. That was quite an amazing accomplishment for a boy barely eighteen. Cathrine wiped away her tears. The words her grandmother had said the day before she had died stuck in her mind. A flashback hit Cathrine like a cold brick in the head: "Yeah, but beauty fades and at the end it is what you have in here," Grandmama pointed to her head,"That counts." Suddenly, the world around Cathrine began to fade away. "It's.... what I have in my head that is important...." she said, as if it was a prayer. "It's.... what's in.... my head...." Cathrine opened her eyes. Two concerned faces faded into view. "Mom? Dad?" asked Cathrine. "Yes," said one face, that of a woman,"We're here for you, Cathy." "Where am I?" "You're in the hospital, sweetie," said the other face, belonging to a man,"You fainted. The doctor said it was because of stress." "Stress?" "Why, don't you remember? Grandmama died." That triggered it. Cathrine suddenly sat up,"I need to go, now...." "Cathy, wait till you're better...." "No, I don't want to waste my life. I want to do something...." "Cathy, you are going to do something...." Cathrine knew that voice,"David?" A tall, well built man with sparkling blue eyes and blonde hair handed Cathrine a bouqet of flowers,"Feeling better, darling?" David was Cathrine's fiancee. He was the son of a rich family, and was just a bit older than Cathrine. He was nice enough, yet a bit passive and simple. His parents had the idea to set him up with Cathrine, and Cathrine's parents seemed to like idea. She and David had been together for a year, and everything seemed to be going fine. Lately, though, Cathrine was starting to get bored. It was always the same thing.... he took her out to expensive resteraunts and bought her a lot of gifts, and she was his new accesory that he could brag to his simple- minded friends about. Rarely did David and Cathrine talk, since most were often busy doing their own things. Basically, Cathrine knew little about David, and David didn't care to know much about Cathrine. "So.... I'm totally sorry about your grandmother," said David, taking a seat. There was a silence. David continued,".... But life goes on. Oh, yeah, my mom picked out a wedding dress for you.... she planned this great party and honeymoon to Hawaii and all...." said David, acting as if Grandmama had never died. Cathrine stared at her fiancee with disbelief. How could he go so lightly over this death? Cathrine had known Grandmama since childhood, and here was David acting as if this was no big deal. A vision of Cathrine's future flashed before her eyes.... There she was at her wedding, David next to her. She was kissing him and everyone looked happy. Then there came the next flash. Cathrine, now older, with a baby in her arms and two older kids running around. The second flash was Cathrine, now a women in her forties, driving her children to school, talking to some women who looked as tired and worn out as she. The next shot was Cathrine, now in her fifties, waiting for her husband to come home, and falling asleep on the couch from waiting. The next shot was her as an old women, sitting by herself in a rocking chair, knitting something. She stopped to look out the window, and stare at the gray sky. She was alone. The last shot was of her in her grave, a little girl standing near her mother, asking,"Mommy, who was Grandma Cathrine?" The mother shrugged,"She.... well, no one really knows much about her. She lived, and died an unknown person, fading away into the sands of time." Cathrine blinked. That was going to be her life? She was just going to marry a guy she barely knew, raise her children, spend her elder years alone, and die? Cathrine shook her head. No, she wanted to have more in life. She wanted to move things and not watch life pass her by. "So, Cathy.... who-hoo.... you still with us?" asked David, waving his hand in front of her eyes. Cathrine blinked again,"Um, yeah.... I was just, thinking...." "I know you are stressed, Cathy.... but don't worry. Everything will be OK by tomorrow.... you'll marry David, and you'll forget all about being sad for Grandmama!" Cathrine shook her head,"NO! I don't want to marry David." "But, honey, everyone else is marrying," argued Cathrine's father. Cathrine shook her head,"I do not want to be like everyone else.... I don't want to watch life pass me by!" Relena angrily walked down the street. She usually did not get angry, but it was hard to stay relaxed when someone beat and robbed you. She had just returned from the bank, with some money Milliardo had asked her to get, when out of nowhere some punk just took everything away. Relena was not very rich. She had lived with her brother Milliardo since her parents died six years ago. Miliardo was studying in college, and money was usually scarce because he had to pay the tutition bill. How was Relena going to tell him that half of their savings had been stolen? Sighing, she walked up the rickety stairs of the apartment complex where she and her brother lived. Going up the many flights of stairs, she finally reached apartment 39 D. Knocking on the door, she waited until Milliardo let her in. After a few minutes, Relena felt stupid.... Milliardo was at the college at the time, and had taken the apartment keys with him. "Well, I can't just stay here and wait for him to come home!" thought Relena, feeling all the more frustrated. Just then, a brillient idea came to her. She could take a small job and pay up some of the debt. Rushing down the stairs, Relena had another idea. A friend of hers was a stripper who made about 50 dollars an hour. Fifty bucks.... that was more than most jobs would pay.... "Well, any money is good. Milliardo won't care once he sees the money I made," Relena pondered,"I guess I don't have anything to lose...." "I've never been in this part of town," Dorothy thought outloud. The boy she has rescued from the dumpster answered wirh a 'Hn'. It was almost dawn, and Dorothy had gotten a better look at the boy. He was handsome.... cobalt blue eyes, disorderly dark brown hair, and a thin, but well-built body. Having the mind of an artist, Dorothy figured he would be a model to draw. "So, what's your name?" asked Dorothy. The boy shrugged,"Call me Heero." Dorothy smiled,"My name is Dorothy." There was a long silence. Dorothy eyed the cobalt-eyed boy,"Ever been in this part of town?" The boy shook his head,"I live a long way from here. I come from Japan." Dorothy raised an eyebrow. "One of my parents probably wasn't Japanese," Heero explained quickly. Dorothy nodded,"Oh. OK." ============================== Demented as the motives In your head ============================== "Ey, Re-le-na!" said a young woman with braided orange hair, who was wearing a skimpy thong and revealing bikini top. Throwing her arms around Relena, she asked happily,"What made you come and visit little ole me?" Relena smiled excusingly,"Um, good to see you, Sally. Do you know any jobs here that are open?" The orange-haired women looked shocked,"Relena! Et tu? I never knew you were into this kind of stuff!" "I'm not.... I just need to get some money.... fast." "I could----" "No, no, I want to raise my own money." Sally sighed,"OK. I guess this place DOES need a few more dancers.... what do you want your stage name to be?" "Stage name?" asked Relena. "Well, yeah.... mine's 'Bird of Paradise', yours is....?" Relena shrugged, trying to concentrate with the loud, hectic backround music. "So?" asked Sally,"Hurry up, I have to go on stage in ten minutes...." "Flaming Kitten?" asked Relena. Sally shrugged,"It's all good.... are you sure about this?" Relena nodded,"Yes." Turning around, Sally loudly called out,"Lucy!" A woman with short black hair, wearing a blue, equally skimpy bikini as Sally, breezily walked towards Relena, and glanced at Sally,"It's 'Luchriezia', not 'Lucy'." Sally shrugged,"I'm not good with long names." "Then call me 'Noin'." Relena froze at the site of the other stripper. Noin was Milliardo's girlfriend.... Noin seemed equally suprised. Not seeming to sense anything, Sally began to speak,"Relena, this is Noin, Noin, Relena." "What is SHE doing here?" demanded Noin. "Well, she wants a job. Kids today.... SOOOO overeager." Noin smiled excusingly,"Excuse Sally and me," she said, pulling Sally into a distant corner of the club, but still making sure Relena was not out of sight. "Do you know who that girl is?!" demanded Noin. Sally shrugged,"She's a friend of mine." "And she's Zech's little sister...." Sally blinked,"Zechs has a little sister?" "Yes, and she doesn't know anything about his business.... Zechs would kill us if he found out we gave her a job here!" "Whoah, she asked for the job," said Sally, defending herself. "She's not even 18 yet!" argued Noin. "She turns 18 in a few months!" Relena was anxious. Milliardo would be mad at her if he found out she had taken such a job.... and Noin.... how was she going to explain to Milliardo that his honor student girlfriend was, of all things, a stripper? "Hey, what's a young lady like you doing in a place like this?" Relena turned around to see a tall, bald man smiling at her. "I am waiting for a friend of mine...." "So you're all alone?" asked the man, who was frighteningly tall. There was a long silence. "A young woman like you should not be alone in a club like this.... are you a new worker?" Relena shrugged,"I might be...." "Say, why don't you come with me?" asked the man. "Why?" asked Relena. "Well, you look tense...." "You would be, too, if you lost half your brother's money." The man raised his eyebrows,"Well, no wonder you're here!" "Yeah, no wonder," "A nice girl like you shouldn't be in a place like this...." "You think I want to?" "Of course not! How much money did you loose?" asked the man. "20,000 bucks." "Well, that is a lot of money. Maybe we can make a deal, since I don't like to see you sad...." "What's the deal?" asked Relena. "Well, I'll give you the twenty-thousand, and you have sex with me." Relena's eyes widened in shock,"Absolutely not!" As she began to walk away, the man took out his checkbook and started writing a check,"I have your money here!" Relena turned around. Well, this WAS a good offer.... "So what do you say?" asked the man. Hesitantly, Relena turned around. How bad could having sex be? She had done it before.... and she really needed the 20,000.... "So?" asked the man. Relena nodded,"It's a deal," she said, reaching for the check. The man grabbed it away,"Uh-uh-uh....Not until you do the act," Relena bit her lip,"All right. Let's go to the bathrooms." "No, not the bathrooms...." "Why?" "I have a wife.... she comes checking for me here." explained the man. "Then where will we go?" "To my car. It's right outside." Relena bit her lips so hard they began to bleed,"All right." "OK.... you made your point," stated Sally,"I'll go tell Relena that I won't get her a job here." Noin nodded, and looked over to where Relena was once standing,"Hey, where is she anyway?" Sally's eyes widened,"Oh no.... don't tell me we lost her.... I thought you were watching what she did!" Noin shook her head,"Oh no, Mill-um, Zechs will be so mad!" Sally nodded,"She can't be far.... let's go find her!" ============================== I would swallow my pride I would jump on the ride ============================== Cathrine walked quietly down the street. She was going to the air- port.... she needed to get her priorities straight. How differently she viewed the world now.... when Grandmama had lived, Cathrine never really thought about the things the old lady said. It was 'old people speak'. Now, every little word Grandmama said seemed as valuable as a philosopher's sayings. On paper, this all seemed like a stupid, thoughtless idea. She was giving up a stable man, a comfortable future lifestyle, and just about everything she had planned for the future. Cathrine shook her head,"Ah.... I'll think about this trommorow...." She didn't notice another girl her age and a boy the same age walking towards her. Cathrine's head was spinning, she couldn't even see clearly. Before she knew it, she had bumped into the girl. "Watch where you're going," sneered the boy. Cathrine blinked. The girl, who had long blonde hair, backed away, "Heero," she said a bit angrily to the boy. Turning towards the girl, Cathrine mumbled a quiet apology. "It's OK," said the blonde girl, walking on. Cathrine walked on, too, but came to a halt when she saw something lying on the ground. It was a necklace.... and Cathrine guessed it belonged to the girl, for it had a golden snake on it, and Cathrine never owned a snake-themed necklace. Picking up the necklace, Cathrine turned around,"Hey! Miss! You dropped your necklace!" she shouted. But she it was useless, because the girl and the boy were now driving away with another person in a car, and couldn't hear her. Sighing, Cathrine put the necklace in her pocket. If she ever saw the girl again, she'd give her the necklace back. "So, where're you headed?" Heero shrugged. Dorothy eyed the driver, who had red hair,"Anywhere you're going." "The airport?" asked the driver. "Dorothy shrugged,"Sure. Heero?" Heero gave a curt nod,"Whatever." As the car began its journey, the driver adjusted his mirror,"How old are you guys?" "Eighteen," replied Heero. "You don't look eighteen...." said the driver, calmly. Dorothy sighed,"We're seventeen." The driver nodded,"Runaways?" "....you could say that," said Heero. There was a pause "Who are you?" asked Dorothy. "Treize." replied the driver. "Treize who?" asked Heero, warily. "Khushranada." Heero eased up,"Aren't you the one who owns a strip club?" Treize shook his head,"No, that's Zechs. I own a resteraunt.... it's called Romafellar." Heero nodded,"Weren't you and Zechs business partners?" "WERE," stressed Treize,"he and I took our separate ways. He opened a strip club, I opened a French resteraunt." Heero nodded,"Ah." Then there was silence. Suddenly, the car stopped. "We're here. You go your ways, I go mine." stated Treize, opening his car door. Wufei threw a piece of meat in a large cage where a threatening snake eagerly waited for its food. When it saw the store bought ham, it looked out the cage window, almost as if to say 'Is that what you call FOOD?!' Wufei ignored the snake's glare. It looked like it wanted to eat him. "No way am I giving you a living mouse," stated Wufei. Turning to another cage, where there were several little white mice scampering around, Wufei dropped in a piece of salad, watching as the mice quickly devoured it. Wufei smiled,"There you go, little ones. And to think Dorothy feeds you to her big dumb snake...." Wufei shuddered at the thought. Suddenly, the phone rang. Wufei answered it,"Hello?" "Hi, Wufei, is Hannibal doing all right?" came the voice at the other end. Wufei took a while to face the glaring snake, which was a mere two inches from his head, the only thing keeping him from jumping at Wufei being a thin wall of glass. The snake hissed angrily. "Yeah, Hannibal's doing fine," stated Wufei. "Did you remember to buy him white mice?" Wufei looked at the cage holding the mice, which were still eating leftover pieces of salad,"Um, yeah," answered Wufei. "How fast is he eating them?" demanded Dorothy, eagerly. Wufei paused, looking at the snsake, which hadn't touched the meat,"Um, very slowly." Dorothy groaned,"Oh, my poor little Hannibal! I bet he misses me a lot! Can I talk to him? Hold the telephone against the cage...." Wufei did as he was told. The snake hissed. "Oh! He does miss me! Don't you, my little cannibal?!!!! Don't worry, mommy will be with you once she works things out!!!! You're such a cute widdle snakie wakie!!!! Just don't be to hard on Wufie, I'll save you, my widdle snuffy-poo!!!!" Taking the phone back to his ear, Wufei fought the urge to roll his eyes. Dorothy only acted this way with her snake. She could've gotten a NORMAL pet to talk baby language to, but noooo, she took an ugly, un- cuddly snake! What she found attractive in that reptile Wufei did not know. "So, where're you calling from?" asked Wufei. "Airport." "But that's miles away! How---" "Bummed a ride. You know, I even have a travel companion now, his name is Heero." Wufei raised his eyebrows,"Really? You don't say...." "Mmmm-hmmmm. Oh, gotta hang up, I only got two more quarters to spend on phonecalls, so I gotta hang up, bye! Kiss Hannibal for me!" After Dorothy hung up, Wufei eyed Hannibal. Kiss the snake? Not in a million years. "Who were you talking to?" asked Heero. "A close friend of mine, he's babysitting my pet snake." "Babysitting? I think you mean----" "Hannibal is my baby, so it's baby-sitting." Dorothy interupted. Strange how that snake made Dorothy so happy.... mostly when Heero was with her, Dorothy was cool, quiet, and in control. Now she was acting ridicleously over a SNAKE, of all things. Heero just shrugged it off. Even the most sane and composed people had their crazes. "Woah, you look awful, Mueller...." Duo raised one delicately arched eyebrow,"Where were you?" "Um, I was just doing.... stuff," replied a young man taller than Duo by at least one head. "Define 'stuff'." said Duo, coldly. "Since when do you sniff into other people's business, Maxwell?" "Since you lived in my house. You know the Gothima's rules----" "Rules my foot. I won't let you dicatate me around just because I happen to live here." "You wouldn't be livin' here if it weren't for me." Duo crossed his arms,"This is my house, and I want to keep order, understand?" Mueller snorted,"Oooo, what are you going to do? Kick me out?" "Yes. If I catch you doing 'stuff' again instead of your job. To pay the rent and buy the food, we all have to work TOGETHER. I can't have you just dancin' outa line." Mueller raised a fist. Duo held up one hand as a stop sign,"Don't even think about it. You kill or hurt me, some other guy will buy this place, and you and the guys will be homeless again." Mueller snarled,"You think you're sooooo smart." "Mueller, stop this." Duo turned around. Behind him stood a tall, slender boy with light- brown bangs covering one eye,"You are making an idiot out of yourself," continued the banged boy, quietly. Mueller snarled,"What do you want, Tro~wa?" "Come, you had too much to drink. Leave Duo alone." said the banged boy, his voice quiet, yet full of authority. He waited a while before turning around,"You can choose to follow me or you can stay here acting stupid." Mueller muttered something, then turned to follow the banged boy, who was starting to leave the room,"Don't be too happy, Maxwell." he snarled quietly. After the banged boy and Mueller left the room, Duo plopped down on a dirty old couch pused to a cracked wall,"The things I go through," he said quietly, in a fake French accent. "Duo?" Duo looked up. Hilde was standing by the doorway. "May I join you?" asked the black-haired girl. Duo shruged,"Why not?" "Is Mueller always like that?" asked Hilde, taking a seat next to Duo. "Well, he's a nice guy.... but he can't keep himself out of trouble. I pity him.... it's not his fault, you know. When he was little, his brother, who was a drug dealer, got him hooked. He dropped out of school.... became a real degenerate. It's a Pity, he was really smart, you know.... his parents didn't care for him, they knew he was on drugs and didn't care. They kicked him out of the house when he was sixteen." Hilde looked away,"That's sad." "Yeah, makes my home look like gold." agreed Duo. "Mine too." TO BE CONTINUED >God, that fic was way to dramatic. It sounded fake. Well, since I'm frustrated, I'll sing a song that'll get on your nerves.... so we suffer together. I'm a real sadist (^_^). Breaths in: (sings) Stay tuned for ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 3! It's wrtten by me, adorable little Roxie! Just so you see, I can't find many things that rhyme with three! With three! Except Me! Me! Me! And I wrote ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 3! 3! 3! I know I drive you up a tree! Tree Tree! Like a dog that is free! Free! Free! And that is chasing after your behind! Hey! But I am really trying to write a catchy tune that'll make you read ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ: part 3! Written by me! Hey!< |
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