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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 7:15 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 7:16 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 7:19 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 7:19 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust
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Woot!!!!!! 4laugh
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 10:31 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 10:33 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 10:37 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 10:38 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You said that it was fine.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 10:39 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You said that it was fine. I thought you were someone I
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 10:40 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You said that it was fine. I thought you were someone I could trust! I thought I
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 10:41 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You said that it was fine. I thought you were someone I could trust! I thought I could call you my friend!
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 11:15 am
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You said that it was fine. I thought you were someone I could trust! I thought I could call you my friend! God knows I needed one.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 3:46 pm
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You said that it was fine. I thought you were someone I could trust! I thought I could call you my friend! God knows I needed one.”
He shivered, the rain coming
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 3:47 pm
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You said that it was fine. I thought you were someone I could trust! I thought I could call you my friend! God knows I needed one.”
He shivered, the rain coming down in torrents through his
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Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.
Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.
Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.
Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."
The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of the rain on his tied hair.
"Look, Mil. I-" Duo stopped surprised by the older man's sudden look of disgust making his insides cringe. Starting again. "I told you I was greatful to you. You said that it was fine. I thought you were someone I could trust! I thought I could call you my friend! God knows I needed one.”
He shivered, the rain coming down in torrents through his hair, the edges of his
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