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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:20 pm
He nodded quietly. That was only too true for him. He was always wishing to be someone else. Someone HEALTHY. He averted his eyes from Yue. Didn't want him seeing the tears standing there. The words had hit him hard.
"Y...yeah...." he managed, having to be silent after that, or burst out crying.
His head lowered, and he looked at his Angel and the water at the same time. The blue material of the doll seemed to compliment the deep green water perfectly. At least THAT was something else to think about. He didn't like thinking that - seeing himself as disabled... no matter how much it was the truth. There was something else he hadn't told Yue. But that would come later.. when he was close enough to care, and strong enough to handle it. Right now, Deuce didn't think the boy really cared for him at all.
"We should... get out of the bath, before we both.... wrinkle... or something."
Gone was his eloquence. Near tears, he started swimming to the other side of the 'bath', and back. It was about as much exercise as his body could take. He was panting hard, and gripping his chest, when he got back to the other end of the thing.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 6:37 pm
Yue was not so senseless to where he would remain completely oblivious to the effects of his words. Two seconds after the last words had taken flight from his mouth, he had realized what they might’ve meant to Deuce. The youth’s stunted ‘yeah’ in reply could only further reinforce what Yue-Long already knew: his tactlessness and thoughtlessness had wounded the young man sitting besides him.
He held his own doll in his hand and looked at it, the vision of Deuce’s face swimming before his eyes at the moment that they had purchased their dolls. It had been a generous gift from him, and he recalled Deuce’s face – calm and collected, and always with a hint of that sinister smile lingering at the corner of his lips. The scar about his eyes puzzled Yue, though… Strange accidents caused strange scars. He recalled the lightning shaped scar of the boy wizard Harry Potter, and sighed a little. Perhaps it held some strange significance, just as the fictional wizard’s did. He laughed sardonically, at himself, what a fool he was, and has been.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered brokenly as Deuce swam away. Perhaps he would hear these soft words, if the lapping ripples in his wake would carry the sound past his ears. In Yue’s hands, he fidgeted with the doll. I am such a bully. He thought, watching as Deuce made the lap. And such a capable one at that.
With a small push of his hands he eased off of the rocky outcropping and slid to the bottom of the bath, letting the smooth underside of the tub embrace him and glide gently past his bare skin. Despite the heat of the water, the marble remained cool to the touch. His eyes remained open, the true green of the forest, lost in thought. His short hair fanned out about him, a halo of darkness. He stayed there for a moment, and then a bubble burst force, followed by a stream of its kid, and rose to burst at the surface. Water, the source of life, and in this ocean of nothingness, everything gained a touch of blue and sharpened lines blurred to relent into softened details. Nevertheless, his thoughts seemed ever the sharper, and as he felt the last ounce of oxygen feed into his bloodstream, Yue rose to the surface. He saw Deuce coming, and he rose to stand beside him.
“Deuce, listen.” A large but slender hand reached out to grab Deuce, calloused fingers wrapping well and securely around Deuce’s boney wrist. Beneath, he felt the passing of each heartbeat, and as Yue watched Duece wheeze, something in him feared that the heart was in trouble. He felt the rush of blood, and winced.
Maybe he was even more fragile than he had imagined.
“I didn’t mean it, what I said, especially not the way that you imagine that I might’ve intended for those words to sound like.” After all, you are the one who truly deserves to be given such a chance, more than any of us, to soar free of this life. Yue breathed, his hands still wrapped snugly around Deuce. “Ahh, so we might wrinkle up, but listen – I… I forget sometimes. I forget who I’m talking to, and my tongue would slip.” He smiled apologetically. “And I fear that you already know too well how inconsiderate my words could be sometimes. Don’t let them carry much weight. You must understand,” his voice gained a touch of desperation, and his face became haggard, “I lack the discipline of minds of such as yours, though my eyes are no so blind that I could still see they had hurt you. Forgive me?”
"And... does your heart pain you now?" Anxiety was clearly all over Yue's face as he gazed Deuce with concern.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:16 pm
Deuce opened his mouth to answer, but his body had other ideas. Without even a word of warning, the boy started to 'fall' forward in the bath, and sink at the same time. Between the clutch at his chest, and Yue's words of concern, he'd passed out, and was no longer able to stay upright. He tilted, and dropped the doll as the nerves in his fingers went numb, and pain shot through his body. His breathing hitched, and he wasn't able to get it going again. Out of the corner of his good eye, he watched his doll sink in slow-motion, his entire world felt like it was freezing in action. The water's waves slowed to him. Yue's breath, his hand, the sinking doll. The pounding of blood in his ears. All in deathly silence now, and slomo time. He felt his center of balance shifting as he fell. An interesting sensation to say the least. Water was already up to his mouth, as the downward drag of the liquid was greater than that of the forward push of air left over from Deuce's quick lap. Water enveloped his mouth, his nose, slid down his throat into his stomach and lungs. Coated his eyes. His last thought as his eyes rolled back into his head was that he wished he wouldn't survive.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:32 pm
The way that Deuce’s iris had contracted, the grimace, and a multitude of many other things all warned Yue of the same thing.
From even where he stood in the bath tub, he could hear the buzzing of the little button that Deuce had handed him on the very first day of their meeting. He thought he had glimpsed traces of its light reflecting as the walls of the dressing room, but that vision was swallowed by what seemed to be a thousand glistening drops of water, spraying his face and chest as his fragile charge crumpled into the water.
The way that bubble of air had froze in Deuce’s throat… Yue didn’t like that at all, or the way that mask of terror had stolen away Deuce’s calm visage, or the way that the water had almost seemed to rush up to meet the falling boy’s gasping mouth and flaring nostrils as he struggled to breathe.
There was oxygen aplenty – except in that lake of a bath tub.
Indeed, everything seemed to occur in slow motion. He thrust his own doll aside and quickly dived after Deuce. Something told him to grab the doll as he descended – after all, somehow it seemed that the doll comforted Deuce in ways no other things could. Had the tub been this deep when he had floated down to the bottom himself, a mere sentinel in what seemed to be a peaceful ocean? Now it looked menacing and depthless – true, ocean blue. His arms quickly wrapped his arms securely Deuce’s waist and broke to the surface. He was on his knees, since they were in the shallows, and he shivered against the brush of Deuce’s skin.
It seemed too cool.
The good doctor’s instructions fled his grasp, words rose and fall into his mind and he heard phrases slip by his ear. Is this what the doctors always felt in the emergency room, this urge inside them to save this fading life before their eyes? The first thing is, never panic. Fear cuts deeper than any physical wounds… it turns men into beasts; the one difference between us and animals is our cerebral prowess. A calm mind saves more lives than a hurried hand. His father’s voice murmured in his mind, contemptuous and apathetic as ever.
“Open the air passageway,” he muttered, his hand deftly tilting Deuce’s chin back and then the other pressing down on the forehead. It was clear that Deuce was not breathing normally, considering that his face was already turning a lovely shade of frozen blue. Keeping Deuce’s head tilted back, Yue bent down and sucked a lungful of air in, then placed his mouth around Deuce’s without a second thought and pinched the other boy’s nose; he fought to keep his own breath even and slow as he pushed the air into Deuce’s body, watching through his peripheral vision as the chest rose and fell. Then he began the chest compressions, careful to place hands on the center of Deuce’s chest. He counted loudly, making his voice echo inside the vast chamber which now felt emptier than ever. He wanted to stop the annoying buzz of the button. He knew, he knew already! After thirty compressions, he placed his mouth around Deuce’s and gave him the two slow breaths again.
“Don’t die on me,” Yue said, almost prayed, in a voice was that tight and pinched. “You are better than that, god damn it, fight it Deuce.” He took a deep breathe, and then pushed down for another thirty times blindly, and thus continuing the cycle. When he placed his mouth on top of Deuce’s again, he shuddered and his body heaved with dry, silent sobs.
“I… am such a failure.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:41 pm
It seemed to not be working. His skin was too cold, His lungs breathless, his heart barely having the strength to go on working. But after about the fourth round of the occasionally life-saving procedure, Deuce coughed explosively, and rolled over onto his side, choking and coughing as water left his lungs and stomach. He was shaking all over, and there were tears in his eyes - not that Yue could tell that for all the water. He spoke between half-liquid gasps of air, and Yue could only barely make it out.
"... Damn...still.... alive...."
He felt faint. Dizzy. His heart was pounding erratically. The button that he'd given Yue was pulsing in a wild, frantic rhythm - not at all normal. If that was Deuce's heart...
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:19 pm
"Damn?" Yue's cry of outrage was laced with the laughter of a man bordering on insanity. "That's all you could say, after I salvage your life?" Maybe he wasn't kidding when he hired me the first day after all. "How should I be expected to keep you alive with that sort of attitude?!"
The relief, after all, was just too much. It was making Yue a little giddy. Oh, he was dizzy too - but of a different sort of Deuce's. He wrapped his towel around Deuce, and then gently laid him into the wheelchair. Next he pushed Deuce to the dressing room, where the button was flashing away with its ominous light.
"Damn, should've kept this with me." He thought as he hurriedly pulled on his pants, never taking his eyes off of the button for a moment. The race of thoughts had been slowed, and now his mind was collected. He knew what he had to do. Then with his shirt in a shapeless bundle on the floor, he ran out pushing Deuce infront of him. The floorplan of the house unscrolled before him...
And soon, they were in Deuce's bedroom, and Yue gave the erratically flashing button a stern glare, as if his will alone would've forced the heart to settle into a normal rhythm. He hoisted the boy unto his bed and tucked in the covers around him. Frantically, he searched for the stethoscope. "Christ, Deuce, you don't want hospitals... and you're a filthy rich man, yet you have no team of personal doctors. I'm not even in medical school yet, how can you trust me so much?!" He said almost in a shout. "And can't you buy some more extensive equipment, at least to keep yourself alive - for me? God knows that I'm about to have a heart attack." The last bit he had muttered. And while he was unsure whether or not Deuce had even heard him, but he felt the need to prattle on. He found the heart medicine, and gave it to Deuce, helping him to swallow. And then he straddled the chair by Deuce's bed and took a deep, calming breath.
The slow, steady hand was the saving hand.
He put the scope up against Deuce's chest, and then listened to the rhyme, trying to catch the little wisps of clues that would tell him if Deuce was in urgent need of serious treatment. What was it that Deuce was ill with? He had never truly told him. His emerald eyes closed for a moment and Yue's nostrils flared. So many secrets... He hated them, yet life was almost impossible to live without keeping a secret or two - for yourself and for others.
"Deuce," this time when he spoke he was calmer, and he tried to pass on that calm energy on to Deuce. He had saw it on a show somewhere... humans or animals, they reacted to the way that they are touched and spoken to. It was basic behaviour. "Did I ever tell you about my brother, Charlie? He was a year younger than me, and I don't really know how much younger than you he would be now. He had the same eyes as me, green, but his hair was lighter - he had a touch of our mother's fair, golden locks." He took Deuce's hand inbetween two of his own, and then leaned his cheek against it, and kept talking. He kept an eye on the button, but he barred alarm and worry out of his own voice. "He was always the happy one in the family, and you would've liked him. Nothing ever brought him down, not even your sharp, cynical talks. Everybody loved him... the Golden boy of the family. I suppose... I was jealous. I was the eldest, and I always felt that I deserved the attention, you know. That's why sometimes I pushed around... nevertheless, I loved him." As I love you now. Yue thought, feeling impossibly attached. He hated it, how he was so helpless.
Maybe he ought to go to medical school, after all.
Then he remembered his own metal chain, the dog tag that all of the Quan brothers had shared. He took it out and pushed it into Deuce's hand, folding the other's palm against the cold metal. "We all had it. It was a brother thing... something to make the babies a little jealous of us, since they were girls and both parents absolutely doted on them.” I wish…
“In the end… what I was trying to say is,” Yue coughed a bit to clear up his throat, “I don’t want to lose another person from my life. Don’t make me rue the day that I came here, to meet you. If you die, it’ll be my fault. I’ll never forgive myself for that… even if you will. Do you hear that?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:58 pm
Deuce felt slow. Tired. It was something he'd experienced many times before, that was sure. But now it felt... different. Maybe because Yue was there. It didn't feel quite so... alone. Why had he pushed everyone away? What had he fired his doctors, fired his maids? Why? Because he didn't want anyone else hurt. He'd done terrible things in his life to the people that meant the most to him. His cousins - the only family he had. He'd verbally abused and tortured them because he couldn't hold his tongue. Physically hurt them. Got them fired from their jobs. Shattered their hopes and dreams. And all for what? Jealousy. He never had family. His mother left when he was very small, and his brother raised him. He never had a father that he could remember. When he was ten, his brother was killed - shot down by some powerful tycoons who wanted the family fortune. They meant to kill HIM too - but he was too fast, and escaped. But that was in the past. He had been jealous because his cousins had people that loved them. Lovers. Friends. Classmates and colleagues. And Deuce had no one. Sure, he tried. He tried to make friends. But in the end, nothing ever turned out, and every time he tried to get close, he was pushed away. Revenge had been sweet at the time - but that was before his little... incident. The same incident that gave him his scar, and wiped away the memory of everything important to him. He only knew the back-story to his life from having been told by a previous retainer. He didn't even remember his own true name. His cousins - he remembered faces, but not names. Over and over again played the evil deeds he'd done to try and fill that empty place again - to try and feel alive. He remembered snatches from his previous life, and from his kidnapping. A white-hot knife. Blinding pain. Ropes chafing his wrists. A kind voice begging him to just hold on. That same voice screaming for mercy from hands that were not his own. Blackness. Overwhelming loneliness. Things better left to night-terrors and visions. But he remembered one thing clear as day....
It had been a Sunday. Funny how it happened on what was considered one of the most holy days. He was in for a chest-cold - at the doctor's office. Sitting there, and waiting for the results of all the tests they'd run on him. Reading a magazine... TIME, he remembered. An article on suicide and the teenager. He was called back after around half an hour. How long it took everything to get processed. The doctor had seemed kind. He told him to have a seat. Shut the door to the office. Looked him squarely in his one good eye... Those eyes had been green, he remembered. That man had tried to cushion it. Tried to be gentle. Tried to be careful with his fragile package. But it still broke over Deuce like a wave of sharp glass.
"Deuce... I don't know how to tell you this, son... And this is never easy for any doctor. I want you to know I'm not saying this maliciously."
There had been a feeling then, his stomach had felt like it had dropped out. But he'd nodded, motioning for the doctor to continue.
"The results of your test were conclusive... I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you only have three years left to live. There's nothing we can do for your condition. We don't even know what it is, and even if we did... the rate its progressing is too fast... I'm sorry... truly I am."
And they'd sat together and cried. But for Deuce, those tears had been hollow ones.
Once he'd found out, he had come back home sullenly, and fired every single one of his retainers. He couldn't bear to have to make them watch him die by degrees. First, it was his legs. The most important part. It drove him to a wheelchair. Then, his feet, and finally his hips. Somewhere along there he had been captured again... tortured. He didn't remember the details, but the shriveled, deformed sticks that were his legs were testament enough to what he'd had to face. He had a feeling he didn't WANT to remember the details. The last person he had fired was the nobleman's son he had been teaching to read. And that had been the hardest. He loved kids. And to fire himself... It was pain such as he'd never known.
That was done. That was over with. The house had been empty before his third month after that diagnosis. And had stayed empty all that year, and all the next. He knew his time was short. That's why.... He didn't want Yue to get attached. He didn't want to have to tell him... didn't want to have to cause him pain. People called him callous. Cold. Evil, even. But it was saving them. And himself. Never again would he try and get close to someone. Better remain aloof and haughty than to see someone cry. Let him die, then. Let people hate him as he took his last breath. That is all he had wanted. But then.... Then Yue came along. And slowly, Deuce's shell of stone was beginning to crack and melt, even as the thread of his life unraveled. Heavens help him... He was in LOVE with the boy....
Yue's voice brought Deuce out of his thoughts, and pulled him back to semi consciousness. He listened to the story of the brother that Yue admired.. or was jealous of. So they were in the same boat after all, it seemed. Deuce felt the doll in his hand, felt the smooth, featureless being waiting for him to give it life. Why was he so attached? Both to this doll, and to this boy? He could feel Yue's doll digging into his side. So he must have gone back and gotten it. Deuce felt a strange sense of satisfaction, or of pride - he couldn't tell which. He wanted to open his eyes and his mouth. To tell Yue that if he died, it wouldn't be his fault. To try and reassure him that everything was going to be ok. To try and comfort HIM... Because as far as Deuce was concerned, his life was a lost cause. He had wanted to die loving no one. He had wanted to die alone. Lonely. So no one would miss him, and no one would care. But he had to admit, it felt.... good to have someone by his side. To feel loved.
He raised his body out of the lying position, and opened his eyes. Before Yue could move, or make a motion of protest, he pressed his still-wet lips against the other boy's, and kissed him. Then, his energy started to wear thin, and he gently slumped into the bed again, exhausted. There was a soft smile on his face. Something there that needed to be there, and never had before. It was a look of peace. Peace that the poor boy had never known. Just knowing someone was with him. That someone cared. It was like reassurance from the Heavens themselves. He knew he was dying. But he was starting to change his mind about dying alone...
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 7:52 pm
The motion startled him. Yue's right brow quirked, and he said, "Are you-?" And then he was effectively silenced by the kiss.
It was ... different. Unlike Deuce's moist lips, Yue's were dry and cracked, and it felt... good. A tingle went down his spine and a fog shrouded his mind, making it impossible to form thoughts as it numbed and blanked. The kiss, it left a taste on his lips, the taste of mint and other things, the taste of him, and then Yue smiled wryly. Lipsticks certainly make a difference. As Deuce collapsed back into the bed, Yue's finger went to touch his lips lightly, as if to better the memory of that one moment of coolness. Something was poking him in the knee, and he looked down.
It was his doll.
He didn't recall bringing it with him... but somehow, he must have. Beside the doll's lifeless form was the button was the button, still flashing with some irregularity. "Have you thought about what you are going to name it?" He asked as he took his doll and the button at the same time, turning the two over and over in his hands. A faint blush was still on his cheeks, aftermath of the startling kiss.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 8:36 pm
He smiled slightly as he rested against the pillow, and brought the doll in front of his eyes, looking it over. His lips quietly crept into a grin.
"Oh, I know what I'm going to name mine."
Yue. he thought. Definitely Yue. Maybe then he'll notice.. He laughed, and sat up weakly to stroke Yue's cheek with his finger. He moved in close, and hugged him, taking in his scent. Then kissed him again, this time longer, and a great deal more... passionately.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 11:10 am
Yue looked at his own doll, smiling a bit as well. He tried to envision what it would look like, with the wig on and all. It was something of a failed vision... Maybe he ought to go watch some of the battles before making up his mind. After all, whether or not Deuce make it, it was going to take some time to be completed. He wasn't too worried, exactly. Though the possibility of fighting with these dolls... that was something exciting.
"Hmm, you do? Well, what is it?" He asked in a murmur with a gentle smile. He had an idea about the name... but nothing more than a mere idea.
And then he was frozen, silenced once again, by a kiss.
His mind went wonderfully blank, and he returned it. And then he gasped and broke, laughing. "Don't over-exert yourself, Deuce. You should rest... look, how about we configure our dolls now? I'll get the set-up devices." He stood up, paused for a moment, scooped low and then lightly kissed Deuce's forehead, and then walked out of the room to search for the blue and pink set-up devices.
A few minutes later, he returned with them in his arms. "Here," he handed the pink one to Deuce, "hold on to it for a second." He put his own aside and then fetched some more pillows to stuff behand Deuce's back, and then gave Deuce his own T-shirt. "Well, at least put this on - we can't have you catching a cold now, with everything else." His tone was gentle as he said this, and his smile said everything else for him - it was all said with the best intention for him. "Now, how do we work these things?" He settled back into the stool by the bed, examining the device.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 7:56 am
Deuce's quite features broke into a brilliant smile. He grinned wide, and then laughed. His hand reached out to trail fingers down Yue's skin before he was pushed lightly back into the bed, and propped up with pillows. He had made a very good choice for one who was to be his nurse, and his friend [perhaps more?] until the end of his life. He took the pink setup device, and opened it, plugged it in. He set up the rings on the bedside table, and turned on the device. The rings automatically rose and hovered, extending what Deuce could only call forcefields to meet each other, creating a tube in which to put his Angel. He forewent the green wig, and pulled out a black one he had also stuck into his things. He had a pair of scissors in the drawers of the table, and withdrew them, sticking the hair on the doll, and cutting the length to Yue's exact likeness. After he was done with that, he slipped the doll into the forcefields between the two rings, grinning over at what he knew the other boy's reaction would be when he saw this. The computer blinked, and switched on when it 'felt' the Angel in its place. It showed the screen where he was to input the name he would go by and his Angel's stats.
[Dues Deuce] he typed. Much like himself, he wanted the Angel to be strong, but not heavy, fast but not cumbersome. He made the height and weight almost match what he figured Yue to be, only in miniature. After that was done, he set it to be an offensive-type with high speed, and high agility. Medium stamina. He set the physical strength rather low because those were all the points he had left. Now, he had to choose a name... That was easy, and he typed it almost without thinking. [Yue-ami]. Yue, my love. It's fitting. he thought, while the computer configured his doll. He'd have to either buy or think of some clothing, but that wouldn't be too hard. He knew exactly what to dress him in.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 7:31 pm
Yue plugged his own blue one into the outlet right by Deuce's, and copied all of Deuce's actions. He watched with fascination as the rings floated up to create the force field. "Whoever created this was a brilliant man... or woman." He said with a deeply impressed tone. He put the white wig onto the doll, and smiled. It made the doll's soft chestnut skin appear darker. He picked up the scissor as Deuce finished using it, and began working on his own. It was kind of spiky, and long starting at the nape of the doll's neck. The white hair stood up in some places in wispy, frayed locks, with streaks of blackness in between.
And all this time he had been unaware how Deuce had modeled the doll's hair after himself.
"Deus Yue-Long", he typed in, having watched more than enough ads to know at least this bit. He played the hits to be fast, and hard enough to leave some damage behind. Was it bad that he modeled the doll's physique after himself? It would feel a bit weird, the boy reasoned, to play in the body of something unlike his own. In the end, defense ended up being the lowest. After all, a good defense was a strong offense... or was it the other way around? Hm. Oh well, he could always bring it up later.
Name. He glanced at Deuce's screen, and then blushed. "Are you sure you want to name it 'Yue-ami'?" He said with a half grin, "People might think that you're a girl - just saying. I don't think that there are girls named Yue... and, well... that's the stereotype most people's going to be falling back on." A slight frown creased Yue's brows as he spoke the word 'stereotypes' before he returned his eyes to his own screen and quickly typed out a name. "Ipharius," he decided finally, and keyed in the name.
As for clothing... he really had no idea.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 4:57 pm
Once Deuce's Angel was made, the machine turned itself off, and the boy caught the doll in his hands. He brought it to his face, then held it to his chest like a child's beloved stuffed animal. He had given it everything that belonged to Yue. The hair, the skintone, the eyes, even the nose and mouth. A perfect reflection of the only one who had bothered to even try to be his friend. And a lasting legacy when he was gone. He smiled a little at the thought.
"Yes, I'm sure. Yue-ami." He answered the boy, and curled up again on the bed, coughing.
His little escapade in the bath had robbed him of more strength than he thought. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open. He curled his arms tighter around the Angel, and scooted a little so that his back was resting against Yue's knee. After that, he closed his eyes, and snuggled into the pillows, slipping off into a land of dreams. That button he'd given Yue was flashing again - meaning, even with the medication - his heart was going wild again. Might be a good idea to check it before Yue left... IF he left. And Deuce was secretly hoping he wouldn't.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 6:25 pm
Yue watched the miniture of himself, musing to himself in his mind as he did so. He shivered ever so slightly as he felt the cold air brush across his bare skin - he didn't realize it before, but the room was cold. Well, his only shirt was now clinging to Deuce's body, and considering that this was the bedroom... the closet must be here somewhere.
And then the button began flashing again. He still had the stethoscope, of course, and if the button was any sort of indication, he wasn't going to like the way it was going to sound. He did it nevertheless, and he scowled slightly - Deuce was his rightside... He put the metal scope under the shirt, too large for Deuce's thin body, and carelly put the metal against Deuce's chest. It was warmed from Yue-Long's hand. I wish I could do a bit more than just this, he thought as the beating resided to a peaceful rhythm again. He rubbed his temple as he situated himself ontop of the stool once again. He didn't knoow how long it had been, his eyes glued to the button, when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He stood up quickly and retreated out of the room. When he returned after some minutes, there was indeed a scowl of displeasure and a look of storms within his eyes. He went into Deuce's closet and took a shirt that looked like it would fit. He found a piece of paper and scrawled a note on top of it, and then sat it on the small table besides Deuce's bed under Ipharius before giving one last look at Deuce and hurry out of the room at a trott.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 6:34 pm
RP Summary: Angel Related*Deuce's Angel is named Yue-ami, has skin the color of Yue's, and hair the same style, color, and length. He is a Light-Speed Offensive type.
*Yue's Angel is named Ipharius, and is based on Yue himself, with black and white hair. He is also a Light-Speed Offensive type. Relationship*Yue finds out that words can hurt Deuce. He needs to be careful what he says.
*Yue knows CPR!
*Deuce's past. He has been tortured, and is currently sick with something that will kill him in a year's time, if nothing is found as a cure.
*Deuce has no family, and is jealous of his cousins. He has done horrible things to them.
*Yue is starting to realize that Deuce IS as fragile as he seems.
*Yue and Deuce shared their first [and second] kiss.
*Deuce knows that he likes Yue. But Yue is not sure if he likes Deuce.
*Deuce's condition is now readily apparent.
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