Hi again~! Yep, back. Stuck in the outline again with Part 1... I think
there's something wrong with it (besides it being pretty damn short...)
Oh! Some fo the words are thought... ^^; But I couldn't really show ya it was...
suggestions? ^^; Taskete? (Help?) I know I said Part 1 & 2.
but I couldn't do it... maybe soon. Gomen nasai! Hope you'll... be
kind... ^^;;; Ja ne~
Prologue: Brief flashback to a demon condemned in Hell.
Chapter 1:"I fell in love with a beautiful stranger." Duo's complementing the
end of the war... and his feelings for Heero.
Chapter 2: "If I'm smart, I'll run away. But I'm not, so I guess I'll stay."
When he tells Heero of his feelings, he gets told off. He goes and self-
destructs.
Chapter 3: "And everywhere I go. And everybody knows. To love you. Is to be part
of you." He returns to Hell and gets his memories "burned out," and is sent
back to Earth/humankind for his work.
Chapter 4: "I have a taste for danger." People start noticing some weird
quantity of death increase in the neighborhood.
Chapter 5: "I looked into your eyes, And my world came tumbling down. You're the
devil in disguise..." Duo remembers Heero with his persistent hunting of the
killer...
Chapter 1
"I fell in love with a beautiful stranger."
"I think I was born to meet you."
A figure draped in shadows materialized grimly on the edges of a dimly cast
ring of electrically generated light. Eerie, dark amethyst eyes shone,
reflecting the glare generated from the small laptop of the person they were
fixated on. A soft smile flickered across the figure's lips.
Heero briefly glanced at him, metallic blue leaving the innards of
machinery for a split-second, his expression never changing. He didn't ask.
Duo heaved a small sigh, grinning devilishly. He swept over and flopped
down on a chair, his brief moment of solemn seriousness passed. "Ne, Heero? What
do you plan on doing now?" Duo playfully fiddled with his meter-long braid of
dark chestnut hair.
"What do you mean?" Heero stated calmly, his cobalt eyes flickering back
onto the screen of his laptop and the incredible array of data flashing by on
it. The clatter of keys resumed in the otherwise empty room.
"War's over. Nothing left to fight for. Nothing left to strike at... So
what are you planning on for the future?"
"Preservation of peace. Harmony. Terrorists are still loose." Heero's curt
reply made the American facefault, nearly falling off the chair.
"Hai, hai," Duo threw himself back on the chair in exasperation, letting
his limbs sprawl bonelessly. "But I didn't take you to be the caring type for
social stuff." Duo chuckled in reply to the icy-eyed glare Heero stabbed at him.
Duo mentally rolled his eyes as his fellow soldier negligently activated
some inner program of his that apparently was targeted to ignore all "outside"
disturbances, especially *his* antics.
But I can't help it, the thought came unbidden, because for some reason I
want him to react to me. I want him to notice me. I want... want him to
*acknowledge* me...
What is it that I feel...? Unnoticed, Duo's eyes darkened to a shade of
mystic violet. Why... do I care about how someone feels about me? Deep amethyst
slid a sidelong glance at the figure motionlessly poised on a chair, at a desk.
I've always felt empty... barren... devoid of all the things that would
make me human. Laughing, joking, fooling around, making an idiot- a target of
myself, is something I could do anytime... no matter what happened to me. All
are masks I hide behind, all are reflective walls that shield me, all are just
confusing smoke and mist I lose myself within. I have never felt anything inside
these masquerades. I have never understood all those things that seem to make
life worthwhile for people from the outside of this soulless prison... But...
but Heero... Violet shifted to a light, almost warm, hue of delicate blue-
violet.
I still can't pin down what you've done to me. You have done something
nothing has ever done. And it scares me. It frightens me to think how you have,
where everyone else had failed, gotten through to me. Unknowingly. It terrifies
me. Yet it draws me like a moth to flame... I know I'm going to get burned, but
I can't help myself. God... God can't give me any answers when the Devil cannot
serve. I'm walking on a thin line with you Heero... and it's not you who will
ever fall... I would never let you fall.
What does that mean...?
What does it mean?
It means...
Oh Hell...
Heero ignored the choked gasp emitting from the nearby shell-shocked form
sprawled carelessly over a chair. Had he been paying attention, he would have
noticed the figure bolt upright with a look of dawning horror lighting dark
eyes. He would have noticed the slow clenching of fingers gradually raised to
the form's chest as he trembled with unconscious dread. He might have been
gratified to see the normally talkative image he knew so well at a loss for
words. He could have... maybe... if he had listened close, heard the shaky,
disbelief-ladened, whisper, "...love...?"
Duo could not believe it.
He did not believe it.
Death could not be in love... Duo groaned silently, burying his face in his
hands in defeat.
I'm. In. Love.
I'm. In. Love. With. A. Statue. Of. A. Human.
God... Satan... you can NOT do this to me...!
But they had. And Duo would swear Fate had a hand in this affair as well.
Duo chuckled softly, noting Heero's frown at the corner of his eye. It
doesn't matter, violet shimmered brightly, I think I've found it... Duo smiled
softly, a smirk playing around his lips. A reason to keep on living after all
I've ever lived for is gone...
But there is one thing... Duo's mind reminded naggingly, slightly creasing
his brow in a frown.
Duo hastily erased the fleeting eyes of regal, blue eyes, framed by long,
golden hair.
He had to... 'cause deep inside, he knew. He knew if he remembered, he'd
know that he'd lost the game before it began...
Duo dreamily flickered an affectionate gaze at the subject of his newborn
emotions.
Heero... how am I suppose to tell you...?
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