24-Jul-2000
Warnings: None, just read.
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All my life, I have been lost. All of my life, I have always been alone. Forever practicing routines for my so-called master. The apathetic audience claps me on for their entertainment. Even in my dreams I hear their clapping. Their mocking applause for a trained animal. Perhaps I too have grown as uncaring as those I hate the most. Perhaps I have become what they have always taken me for. They robbed me of my childhood, and of my freedom, I will not allow them to steal my soul. No, I would rather die than to live my life like that. So I ran away. Now as I lay here, collapsed on a cement street, cold and alone, I regret nothing.
Snow is falling. I feel white little sparkles land on me. Covering me. Perhaps they will cover up the stain. I let the snow bury me. I allow nature wash away and purify my sordid memories.
People walk past me without noticing me. Some even kick me slightly. I no longer feel pain. I think I have forgotten how to feel a long time ago. A freezing emptiness is my sole companion.
Suddenly a man, no a boy, sees me. He picks me up. He stares straight into my eyes. I coldly stare back at him. I wish to be left here to die. I do not want his pity. I give him my icy glare, a glare that have sent a pack of hunting dogs running. Yet he stares back at me with equal conviction. He wraps his jacket around me and softly strokes my head. Too tired to resist. I let him take me, as comforting darkness offers me refuge.
My head is dizzy. I'm dying. I could feel it. Death's scythe was slowly etching away my life. Somewhere nearby I hear a soft voice. Someone was feeding me. It was medicine I think... its bitter taste lingered in my mouth until the person started to give me water. Who would want to save me?
"We are alike, you and I," the voice whispered, "I was all alone too, until someone saved me. You are not alone any more either. Survive."
When I woke up again, the dizziness had faded. For now, death gave up his hold on my life. The boy who had picked me up from the street was sleeping next to me. His jacket was still wrapped around me, and he shivered a little. I wrap my lithe body around him.
Outside it was snowing again, but I was inside, where it was warm.
When Duo opened the door to the master bedroom, and looked inside, he blinked rapidly and looked again.
Heero was asleep on the bed, on their bed, with a small ferret wrapped around him.
Duo smiled, closed the bedroom door and began to cook dinner.
~owari
It's really hard to write angst when I keep on looking at a picture of Heero with the ferret. I had to get that out of my head. And I'm facing major writer's block on all of my other stories. You know it occurs to me that I need to get myself a muse, any recommendations? Muses, please apply.
(:./draco/shelter)
