Standard disclaimers apply: Direct translation? I own nothing, except my insanity. I wanna keep that. ^_~
Warnings: Everything imaginable... There can't pick at me now can ya? *Smirks* Flames will be used to heat up my poor freezing bedroom.
Suing is absolutely pointless unless you really *really* want my annoying bird *grins*
Thoughts are indicated by / . . . / (Ahh the joys of messing with minds...)
Quick explanations: In part one something has happened to Duo, pay close attention to physical descriptions. Still confusing? Keep reading! ^_^;;
// It was life. It was breath. Whispered kisses. Velvet touches. // Taking in a deep, shuddering, breath, Wufei woke. It had all just been a dream. A harmless nightmare . . . albeit too realistic in it's quality. In the dream _he_ had been Duo-- or at least he had been a presence within Duo.
Appalling that very notion of what had been happening to Duo. Wufei's only reassurances, that it had, in fact, all been one _bad_ dream. So many, too many, disturbing emotions had been raging through that nostalgic prism. The delicate shell of Duo's mind. But Wufei had not been alone. No. There had been one other presence within that broken soul. It had been innocent yet so . . .so faint.
Shutting his eyes, Wufei absently pulled at his blanket. Suddenly the room had become so cold. A headache had started, just behind Wufei's eyes and he knew that if he were to wait too long he would be sick.
It was depressing-- feeling this pathetic. Waking Trowa now would only amount in Quatre's own wakefulness and then guaranteeing a very *promising* morning.
Promising in the only fact that Quatre would make everyone miserable again. With his constant protests and seemingly reasonable requests regarding Duo, and his whereabouts . . . Wufei wasn't really looking forward to another fencing match between Quatre and Trowa. There was just no fun in it. They were to damn serious!
Wufei smiled at the reminder of the way Heero and Duo's fights had gone-- a complete explosion from, not Heero, but Duo. Wufei's grin grew. They had each taken their turns at throwing a fit, they hadn't even known.
Wufei's brows drew together, obsidian eyes growing narrower. Now Duo was destined to never know. How much Heero truly cared for him. How Heero wanted him. Heero's love for the braided jackass. Wufei grimaced at the bitter taste in his mouth. Love was not something to be wasted.
Groaning as a wave of nausea swept over him Wufei realized -- He'd waited to long. Here in a few minutes he'd be draped over the coolness of porcelain. Wufei shut his eyes tight taking shallow breaths in a vain attempt to ward off the sickness. After a few moments Wufei realized that he was too weak to get up. Oh joy now he would get to wake Trowa and Quatre anyway! Mentally sighing Wufei began to turn over . . .
(Down the hall, third door on the left.)
He had been making better progress than initially anticipated. Sliding a small magnetic disk in between two bars, while absently brushing bangs from his small face, Quatre grinned to himself.
Slender brows drawn together within the realms of concentration, Quatre again pulled something from his pocket. This time, a rather small wire. While twisting and turning the bit of wire this way and that, Quatre had absently began biting at his lip. Absent so much so that it caused a startled yelp when the bars slid into place and Quatre's teeth drew blood.
It had been a while since Quatre had received the pleasure of picking at locks. A triumphant grin spread across the blonde's face as the door silently slid open. Eyes sparkling at the idea of gathering anything of Duo--Quatre began with a once over of the room.
It was messy in the typical Duo style, an empty pizza box lying in-between the bed and window, clothes scattered about the room of various styles some more revealing than others. Quatre grinned at this. At least some of Duo's more interesting habits had never changed.
Upon noticing the spread of papers scattered about the box, Quatre's eyes lit up considerably, some hiding in the waste basket, others had been taped together, and upon further inspection a few pieces of paper had been left under the left bottom corner of the bed. The placements all suggesting that Duo had been frantic about something.
Quatre knew he wouldn't find any *obvious* pieces of importance by simply reading the scribbles, Duo could never be *that* careless, but emotions were evident within the state of the room. People always made mistakes when emotions were involved. It was just a matter of finding those mistakes. And finding those of an ex-gundam pilot was bound to provide some difficulty.
Duo had planed to be back before long. The careless heap of sticky notes lying upon the inn table proved that.
With a keen interest Quatre stood back, observing the room within it's entirety. With the predawn light growing in intensity every moment, he could already distinguish the writing on the notes, meaning that Trowa would be up soon.
It had been hell attempting to sneak out of the room no less than 10 minutes ago. With the first streaks of blue gray Quatre had left his seat at the window. Full knowledge that any movement or sound always set Trowa and Wufei off. It would set any of them off. That instinct was so far ingrained within each of them that it would most likely never go away.
That had been the fun part-- Attempting to sneak past Trowa and Wufei without either of them stirring.
Well minimal stirring from Wufei anyway, the poor guy hadn't been having a very easy time lately. Quatre almost felt guilty, but Wufei was so easy to tease.
Quatre began to draw a blank as he sat down with the papers scattered out in front of him. Deciphering this new code was something Quatre just didn't have the time for. Palming a small digital Quatre began to leisurely take pictures.
However, Quatre found it rather disconcerting that Duo should still remember how to write in code, let alone create a new one. From what Quatre could tell with his numerous glances at things-- there were bits and pieces of Duo's original approach scrambled throughout the seemingly careless scribbles, but that was where it stopped.
From everything Quatre had managed to gather so far-- Duo was most assuredly in trouble. Typical. Quatre sighed. When was Duo ever not in trouble? But it had been quite sometime since Quatre and the others had had any dealings with Duo. It had been destined that someday Duo would once again need their help. Why it had to come when the whole gang was chin deep in shit was just . . .. Well typical.
Quatre absently began humming to himself while he made his way to check on things within the bathroom. That humming could very well have been the reason that Quatre missed the sound of someone outside playing with he lock, either that or it had been because Quatre had just become so thoroughly engrossed in his inspection within the bathroom. With no way of getting around it Quatre was quite thoroughly fucked.
Heero absently pulled at the canvas bag draped over his shoulder while thumbing through his wallet looking for the key-card to Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei's hotel room. Brows drawn together in what little concentration he had left while losing himself to his emotions. To say that he was a little tired and somewhat ill after so many hours drive with no air-conditioning would be grandiose in it's understatement ability.
Having done his part in retrieving the wretched disks Heero wasn't upset to realize that all he wanted right now was a nice cold shower and a pillow. At this point he didn't even care if he received a bed. Heero was bound and determined to let Trowa play with the disks while he slept.
Leaving could wait at least a few more hours. He hadn't given himself time to go over any of the disks deciding that time was of the essence. However now that time could go fuck itself for all Heero cared, the disks could be handed over to Trowa.
It was really quite pathetic in it's sadness when the door suddenly opened before him, a disgusted looking Trowa not far behind it, and the sounds of someone retching in the background. All of which could only mean one thing-- Heero would not be getting his sleep.
Quatre grimaced upon hearing the only door to the room sliding open. Damn. Quatre mentally cringed at the thought of having to harm Duo just to get himself out of this mess. However upon further consideration of everything Quatre had so far-- He began to find it very difficult to conceive that this particular intruder could, in fact, be Duo.
After hearing the slight limp in the step of the intruder Quatre was positive. Whomever that was outside the bathroom door, they were not Duo, more than likely looking for something, and dangerous.
Quatre didn't have time to consider how to catch this person however, before another person was heard. The steps of this one heavier and obviously unexpected from the "What the fuck?!" coming from guest number one.
Not too far from the hotel, a little girl with hair of midnight black sat upon a pair of stone steps. The sun had come out to bath everything in warmth but the steps remained cold, the chill from the night before lingering. It mattered not to the child however, she would rather the numbing cold of the steps than the scathing remarks of her mother.
On appearances alone the child could quite easily be judged as miserable. She sat cross-legged a green blanket of cloak draped across tiny shoulders, a thin book in one hand, and a small knife in the other. The paleness of her face becoming only more evident within in the cheeks that had been out in the cold to long.
It was difficult to imagine that something so young, so innocent looking, could have been destroyed so many years ago. Yet here she sat, almost six years of age and almost completely dead inside. To her own mother she was evil, an abomination, something to be used for her mothers own valiant purposes.
Destined only to become more her mother's lap dog Jessica sat. A miserable little child with such a wretched past couldn't hope to survive much longer. Wise for a life of so few years, her Angel heritage had provided her with many skills. One of which the ability to See.
Within the tormented mind of her mother's captive, Jessica had made up her mind. This man was her baby sister's father. Not that Jessica should care but she couldn't stand to watch the baby hurting. This infant was after all her sister even if their only ties lay within the blood flowing through the bitch's, veins. But Jessica couldn't see it that way. Violet had given Jessica something no one else would. Violet had been Jessica's first experience of the word love.
Jessica knew that at one time she had been fully capable of the emotion but with each new day that possibility became dimmer. To Jessica, Violet was like a drug. An aphrodisiac leaving Jessica starving after each contact.
Violet would hand emotion out like candy, something Jessica had been trained to deny. Her mother had told her that emotions were only for the weak but after the glimpse into that mans mind, Jessica no longer knew what to believe.
Mother had called the man evil. The reason for another half-breed's birthing. Another disgrace to the Angels. Another who must die.
Jessica was tired of the killing, but this death had to be special for her mother. To have the one that had created Violet with her blood, Jessica's mother just couldn't pass up that opportunity.
Jessica's brows furrowed drawing together in a grimace. Mother was working again. Jessica could feel the screams filtering though her sister. It was starting again. He had regained conscious.
Biting her pink little lips until blood streamed in rivulets down her chin Jessica continued blocking her sister while filtering everything through herself. Last time it had almost seemed that Jessica had not been alone in protecting her sister but Jess knew that no one would save them.
Eyes dimming, while quicksilver tears fell from chocolate colored eyes the child drew her knees up to hide the shame streaming down her small face. The green blanket had fallen to her waist exposing such a frail frame, now warmed only by the thin material of a blue tee shirt. Jessica didn't want to watch again but she couldn't let Violet experience such agony.
It was beginning again, with only a few moments of quiet consciousness Duo was able to reach out. Mentally finding that connection that had been there last time and holding on for dear life. With those precious few moments he'd been able to register his only hope, the only salvation that could make this wretched existence stop.
Duo held tight with such viciousness, such reckless abandon that Sahera was completely caught off guard. Sahera had just begun to inch her way into his mind when he clamped down hard, the echoes of pain filled screams literally biting at her flesh. The embrace so unpredictably fragile was sending ice through Sahara's veins. She would have screamed out in pain had she not been trapped within the twisted landscape of her own creation.
Duo was terrified, his only logic-- that of a frightened animal backed into a corner. There had been a third presence, the very one that he was now smothering within his grip.
His head was pounding, sending torrents of emotion through all three parties. The backlash so powerful that none of them could even breathe. Duo's unconscious rage was pulling the very life out of everything around him until finally . . . . . one of those lights went out. In the place of that shimmering light came another, this one fragile, completely innocent. Like a candle burning far away. It's warmth unattainable in this place Duo was now creating. This light was being sucked in with everything else, Duo was frantic to stop it's presence. He could feel its warmth, the love that he didn't deserve. And in some far away place in his mind, Duo recognized this light. It was a part of him.
Backing out and letting go as quickly as he could Duo lost him self to complete oblivion.
End Part 8
Krystal
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