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katikatHm, my cousin is here and everything goes as I suspected it would. Don´t get me wrong, I really like my cousin. But he is a major pain in the ass and he eats like a pig, making a big mess around himself. It´s grating on my nerves. Today I was really short from exploding.
We went to Hranice na Moravě today. It´s the town where my mother had been born. It was so coooooooooooold, but at least it was a sunny day, no rain, no snow. Just COLD! But cold means no flies and no mosquitos too! :) Which is a good thing ;)
Aaaaaaaaand, I found out that Petshop of Horrors actually ends up happy. After D pushed Leon from his ship, crying, Leon woke up in the hospital, finding out that the whole petshop is gone together with D. But then he found the pic his brother Chris had drawn - of him, D, Chris and the animals as one big family. He swore he will find D. Twenty years later Chris find D. the Fourth, not our D. And he asks if Leon found his D or not. It isn´t said clearly and the conversations just fades off, but there is a shot of the "family" pic in a frame, hanging in the petshop. That means that Leon had to have found him and they lived together happily ever after since nobody saw neither Leon nor D for twenty already. Yay. They had their happily ever after! See me dancing around the room.
Oh, today I wrote a really weird teaser for a GW story. It´s weird. It´s unbetaed and I didn´t even read it after myself yet, but... I need to share this weirdness with somebody ;)
Dark Light, Silent Scream
by KatiKat
Heero raced on his bike through the standing, blinking cars on the highway. The people, who got out of their cars to see what was going on, scattered quickly out of his way, shouting behind him, their fists raised. He didn´t pay any attention to them. There were more important things for him...
His eyes caught the glimpse of the ambulance and police cars, their blue and red lights flashing. He powered the enginge and his bike shot forward, the back wheel almost slipping on the wet road. He needed to hurry up!
When he finally reached the wall of gawkers, squashed behind the yellow "do-not-cross" band, he honked loudly. The cops, seeing his Preventer jacket, pushed the onlookers to the sides and lifted the band, opening a narrow corridor, through which he raced at top speed, lifting his hand to thank them.
There, just a couple of meters in front of him the ambulance and couple of police cars stood, strategically placed in such manner, that nobody would be able to see what was going on in the middle of the circle they made.
Heero stopped his bike with squeeling tires, the smell of burn rubber hanging in the air. The cops and the ambulance stuff turned to look at him, some with a curious expression, some with a dark scowl on their faces. They had been told not to do anything before he arrived. He jumped from the bike, taking off his helmet and laying it down on the leather seat.
He took a deep breath. He had rushed over so quickly but now he felt unsure. Slowly he moved closer, his steps hesitant. He didn´t know what to expect. When Une called to tell him what happened, he didn´t believe her at first. This was... impossible. She didn´t know all the details. The only thing she knew for sure was, that it was bad. Really really bad.
Finally he reached the ambulance and moving around it, he stepped into the circle the care built. And the breath caught in his throat.
On the wet ground in the middle of the circle, a lonely figure sat on the ground. Long honey brown tresses, matted with blood and dirt hung loose around his almost naked figure. The young man´s face was pale, cheeks hollow, the beautiful violet eyes sunken, wide open and unfocussed. His lips were chaffed and bloody. There were scrapes, bruises and dried blood on the dirty skin. The longhaired man was dressed in tattered remnants of orange jump suit. His clothes were dirty and bloody. He looked emaciated, sharp bones pressing against the too thin skin. He feet were bare, torn and bleeding. He sat there, legs tucked to his chest, hugging them tightly with his too thin arms. He was rocking back and forth slightly, his breathing incredibly loud and wheezing.
Heero´s hands balled into fists, fingernails digging into his palms deep enough to draw blood. It was Duo. But that was impossible... Duo was on L2, with Hilde and the scrapyard. Duo should be living a happy life now, not sitting here in the middle of the highway on Earth. It was impossible... But still, he was there.
Heero pulled his badge out of the inner pocket of his Preventer jacket and flashed it at the doctor and the police captain. "Preventer Heero Yuy. Can you tell me what´s going on here?" he asked, his voice quiet.
"Captain Montoya," the elderly cop introduced himself, then continued, his voice soft and sad, "I wish I knew. Some driver called the police to tell us that there is some man on the highway. He said that the man looked in a pretty bad shape, warned us that there could be drugs involved."
Heero´s eyes narrowed, hearing the assumption, that his ex-partner could be a junkie, but he bit his tongue.
"When we arrived, he was stumbling between the cars. They tried to avoid him, but I suspect that he got hit a couple of times." Montoya shook his head. "He´s lucky that he isn´t dead. When we tried to come near, he didn´t seem to notice us at first. When we touched him though, he started to scream and fight. We had to let him go before he hurt himself further. We stopped the traffic and called the ambulance." He pointed at the yellow car and the stern looking doctor.
The doc, a tall, greying man with glasses and the name "Richards" written on his tag, nodded and picked up, his voice sympathetic: "The patient is completely unresponsive to voice or light. The only thing that brought reaction was the touch. And it was a quite violent reaction too. It would be best to give him something to calm him down, but as long as we are unsure about his blood work, we can´t risk giving him anything. It may just worsen the situation."
Heero looked back at the huddled figure. "Why did you call the Preventers?" he asked.
"This man," Montoya pointed at one of the cops standing around helplessly, "recognized the victim."
Heero´s stomach lurched, hearing the word "victim", but that summed up exactly, what Duo was. A victim. Of what, they would have to find out.
The young cop stepped closer. "My name´s Parker, Agent Yuy. I was a member of the White Fang during the war." When Heero´s eyes narrowed again, he continued quickly: "I remembered seeing him," over his shoulder he pointed at Duo, "in the OZ database. Duo Maxwell, Gundam Pilot 02. When I recognized him, I thought it would be better if we alled Commander Une."
Heero nodded. "You did the right thing."
"So, this Une told us to wait here for you," Montoya said. "Can you tell us why?"
Heero sighed and tucked his shield back into his pocket. "Because I had been 01 in the wars, Captain. And Duo Maxwell had been my partner."
Leaving the suprised men behind, Heero stepped further into the circle, moving slowly towards his ex-partner.
"Duo? Do you hear me?" he asked softly as not to spook the other man. "It´s me, Heero." When Duo didn´t react at all, he turned to the men waiting by the cars. Recieving no advice from them, he moved closer, until he crouched right in front of the longhaired man.
"Duo?" he said again. Slowly, he raised his hand and waved it in front of Duo´s eyes. No reaction at all. Coldness started to gnaw on Heero´s stomach.
"Duo? It´s me, Heero. Do you remember me?" he whispered. Recieving no reaction, he reached with his right hand and laid it on Duo´s shoulder.
Heero almost jumped back, startled by the violent jerk the longhaired boy made. A wailing scream rose from Duo´s half open mouth and he tried to scramble away from the Japanese man. But Heero wouldn´t let him. Quickly, he caught Duo in his arms, the battered back to his chest and held on tightly, when his ex-partner started to struggle like a mad, his arms and legs hitting the ground.
"It´s okay, it´s okay," Heero whispered, but the other young man didn´t seem to hear him. Finally Duo slumped in Heero´s arms, defeated and exhausted. Tears started to run down the wet cheeks and tiny sobs came out of his throat.
"Okay, everything will be fine now. I´m here," he repeated over and over, caressing his hair and kissing the top of Duo´s head. The injured man didn´t seem to hear him though, still sobbing quietly, shaking like a leaf.
Heero´s eyes narrowed in horrible suspicion. Lifting one hand, he brought it to Duo´s right ear and clicked with his fingers loudly. He did it again and again, but the man in his arms didn´t react at all. He tried the same on the other side with the same result. Heero swallowed painfully and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he turned to the waiting cops and ambulance stuff.
"He is blind and deaf," he called out, his voice hollow. He didn´t wait for their reaction, but lowered his eyes back to Duo. Noticing one battered hand move in constant motion against his leg, his eyes slid in the direction. After a moment, he noticed a pattern. It was a code, a Morse code.
H-E-L-P
It repeated itself over and over and over, while Duo sobbed quietly, trying to curl up in a tiny ball.
Heero breathed in sharply. Morse code! He caught Duo´s tapping hand in his, squeezing it firmly, but gently. When the longhaired boy froze in his arms, falling completely silent, Heero started to tap with his fingers against Duo´s hand.
H-E-E-R-O
He repeated it once, twice, three-times, slowly loosing hope for Duo to understand. Maybe he was too far gone to understand anymore.
When Duo gripped his hand tightly, it took Heero completely by surprise. He looked down at their joined hands, then at Duo´s tear stained face. The violet eyes were closed now, the face drawn, eyebrows furrowed.
"H... Hee.. ro?" came the weak question, voice hoars. It was so full of hope that it tore at Heero´s heart.
´Y-E-S,´ he tapped.
"Really?" It was obvious that Duo wanted to believe it so much, but wasn´t sure if it - he - was true.
´B-A-K-A,´ he tapped out.
Duo let out a short, painful laugh. When Heero brought him closer to his chest, hugging him tightly from behind, the longhaired boy started to cry again, hugging Heero´s arms back, pressing himself against the Japanese boy, as if feeling the need to melt with him completely.
"It´s okay, I´ll take care of you. Okay," Heero murmured into the damp hair, even though the young man in his arms couldn´t hear it. But it was a promise. He would take care of Duo.
And he would find out who did it to him - and kill them all.
TBC? The End?
We went to Hranice na Moravě today. It´s the town where my mother had been born. It was so coooooooooooold, but at least it was a sunny day, no rain, no snow. Just COLD! But cold means no flies and no mosquitos too! :) Which is a good thing ;)
Aaaaaaaaand, I found out that Petshop of Horrors actually ends up happy. After D pushed Leon from his ship, crying, Leon woke up in the hospital, finding out that the whole petshop is gone together with D. But then he found the pic his brother Chris had drawn - of him, D, Chris and the animals as one big family. He swore he will find D. Twenty years later Chris find D. the Fourth, not our D. And he asks if Leon found his D or not. It isn´t said clearly and the conversations just fades off, but there is a shot of the "family" pic in a frame, hanging in the petshop. That means that Leon had to have found him and they lived together happily ever after since nobody saw neither Leon nor D for twenty already. Yay. They had their happily ever after! See me dancing around the room.
Oh, today I wrote a really weird teaser for a GW story. It´s weird. It´s unbetaed and I didn´t even read it after myself yet, but... I need to share this weirdness with somebody ;)
Dark Light, Silent Scream
by KatiKat
Heero raced on his bike through the standing, blinking cars on the highway. The people, who got out of their cars to see what was going on, scattered quickly out of his way, shouting behind him, their fists raised. He didn´t pay any attention to them. There were more important things for him...
His eyes caught the glimpse of the ambulance and police cars, their blue and red lights flashing. He powered the enginge and his bike shot forward, the back wheel almost slipping on the wet road. He needed to hurry up!
When he finally reached the wall of gawkers, squashed behind the yellow "do-not-cross" band, he honked loudly. The cops, seeing his Preventer jacket, pushed the onlookers to the sides and lifted the band, opening a narrow corridor, through which he raced at top speed, lifting his hand to thank them.
There, just a couple of meters in front of him the ambulance and couple of police cars stood, strategically placed in such manner, that nobody would be able to see what was going on in the middle of the circle they made.
Heero stopped his bike with squeeling tires, the smell of burn rubber hanging in the air. The cops and the ambulance stuff turned to look at him, some with a curious expression, some with a dark scowl on their faces. They had been told not to do anything before he arrived. He jumped from the bike, taking off his helmet and laying it down on the leather seat.
He took a deep breath. He had rushed over so quickly but now he felt unsure. Slowly he moved closer, his steps hesitant. He didn´t know what to expect. When Une called to tell him what happened, he didn´t believe her at first. This was... impossible. She didn´t know all the details. The only thing she knew for sure was, that it was bad. Really really bad.
Finally he reached the ambulance and moving around it, he stepped into the circle the care built. And the breath caught in his throat.
On the wet ground in the middle of the circle, a lonely figure sat on the ground. Long honey brown tresses, matted with blood and dirt hung loose around his almost naked figure. The young man´s face was pale, cheeks hollow, the beautiful violet eyes sunken, wide open and unfocussed. His lips were chaffed and bloody. There were scrapes, bruises and dried blood on the dirty skin. The longhaired man was dressed in tattered remnants of orange jump suit. His clothes were dirty and bloody. He looked emaciated, sharp bones pressing against the too thin skin. He feet were bare, torn and bleeding. He sat there, legs tucked to his chest, hugging them tightly with his too thin arms. He was rocking back and forth slightly, his breathing incredibly loud and wheezing.
Heero´s hands balled into fists, fingernails digging into his palms deep enough to draw blood. It was Duo. But that was impossible... Duo was on L2, with Hilde and the scrapyard. Duo should be living a happy life now, not sitting here in the middle of the highway on Earth. It was impossible... But still, he was there.
Heero pulled his badge out of the inner pocket of his Preventer jacket and flashed it at the doctor and the police captain. "Preventer Heero Yuy. Can you tell me what´s going on here?" he asked, his voice quiet.
"Captain Montoya," the elderly cop introduced himself, then continued, his voice soft and sad, "I wish I knew. Some driver called the police to tell us that there is some man on the highway. He said that the man looked in a pretty bad shape, warned us that there could be drugs involved."
Heero´s eyes narrowed, hearing the assumption, that his ex-partner could be a junkie, but he bit his tongue.
"When we arrived, he was stumbling between the cars. They tried to avoid him, but I suspect that he got hit a couple of times." Montoya shook his head. "He´s lucky that he isn´t dead. When we tried to come near, he didn´t seem to notice us at first. When we touched him though, he started to scream and fight. We had to let him go before he hurt himself further. We stopped the traffic and called the ambulance." He pointed at the yellow car and the stern looking doctor.
The doc, a tall, greying man with glasses and the name "Richards" written on his tag, nodded and picked up, his voice sympathetic: "The patient is completely unresponsive to voice or light. The only thing that brought reaction was the touch. And it was a quite violent reaction too. It would be best to give him something to calm him down, but as long as we are unsure about his blood work, we can´t risk giving him anything. It may just worsen the situation."
Heero looked back at the huddled figure. "Why did you call the Preventers?" he asked.
"This man," Montoya pointed at one of the cops standing around helplessly, "recognized the victim."
Heero´s stomach lurched, hearing the word "victim", but that summed up exactly, what Duo was. A victim. Of what, they would have to find out.
The young cop stepped closer. "My name´s Parker, Agent Yuy. I was a member of the White Fang during the war." When Heero´s eyes narrowed again, he continued quickly: "I remembered seeing him," over his shoulder he pointed at Duo, "in the OZ database. Duo Maxwell, Gundam Pilot 02. When I recognized him, I thought it would be better if we alled Commander Une."
Heero nodded. "You did the right thing."
"So, this Une told us to wait here for you," Montoya said. "Can you tell us why?"
Heero sighed and tucked his shield back into his pocket. "Because I had been 01 in the wars, Captain. And Duo Maxwell had been my partner."
Leaving the suprised men behind, Heero stepped further into the circle, moving slowly towards his ex-partner.
"Duo? Do you hear me?" he asked softly as not to spook the other man. "It´s me, Heero." When Duo didn´t react at all, he turned to the men waiting by the cars. Recieving no advice from them, he moved closer, until he crouched right in front of the longhaired man.
"Duo?" he said again. Slowly, he raised his hand and waved it in front of Duo´s eyes. No reaction at all. Coldness started to gnaw on Heero´s stomach.
"Duo? It´s me, Heero. Do you remember me?" he whispered. Recieving no reaction, he reached with his right hand and laid it on Duo´s shoulder.
Heero almost jumped back, startled by the violent jerk the longhaired boy made. A wailing scream rose from Duo´s half open mouth and he tried to scramble away from the Japanese man. But Heero wouldn´t let him. Quickly, he caught Duo in his arms, the battered back to his chest and held on tightly, when his ex-partner started to struggle like a mad, his arms and legs hitting the ground.
"It´s okay, it´s okay," Heero whispered, but the other young man didn´t seem to hear him. Finally Duo slumped in Heero´s arms, defeated and exhausted. Tears started to run down the wet cheeks and tiny sobs came out of his throat.
"Okay, everything will be fine now. I´m here," he repeated over and over, caressing his hair and kissing the top of Duo´s head. The injured man didn´t seem to hear him though, still sobbing quietly, shaking like a leaf.
Heero´s eyes narrowed in horrible suspicion. Lifting one hand, he brought it to Duo´s right ear and clicked with his fingers loudly. He did it again and again, but the man in his arms didn´t react at all. He tried the same on the other side with the same result. Heero swallowed painfully and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he turned to the waiting cops and ambulance stuff.
"He is blind and deaf," he called out, his voice hollow. He didn´t wait for their reaction, but lowered his eyes back to Duo. Noticing one battered hand move in constant motion against his leg, his eyes slid in the direction. After a moment, he noticed a pattern. It was a code, a Morse code.
H-E-L-P
It repeated itself over and over and over, while Duo sobbed quietly, trying to curl up in a tiny ball.
Heero breathed in sharply. Morse code! He caught Duo´s tapping hand in his, squeezing it firmly, but gently. When the longhaired boy froze in his arms, falling completely silent, Heero started to tap with his fingers against Duo´s hand.
H-E-E-R-O
He repeated it once, twice, three-times, slowly loosing hope for Duo to understand. Maybe he was too far gone to understand anymore.
When Duo gripped his hand tightly, it took Heero completely by surprise. He looked down at their joined hands, then at Duo´s tear stained face. The violet eyes were closed now, the face drawn, eyebrows furrowed.
"H... Hee.. ro?" came the weak question, voice hoars. It was so full of hope that it tore at Heero´s heart.
´Y-E-S,´ he tapped.
"Really?" It was obvious that Duo wanted to believe it so much, but wasn´t sure if it - he - was true.
´B-A-K-A,´ he tapped out.
Duo let out a short, painful laugh. When Heero brought him closer to his chest, hugging him tightly from behind, the longhaired boy started to cry again, hugging Heero´s arms back, pressing himself against the Japanese boy, as if feeling the need to melt with him completely.
"It´s okay, I´ll take care of you. Okay," Heero murmured into the damp hair, even though the young man in his arms couldn´t hear it. But it was a promise. He would take care of Duo.
And he would find out who did it to him - and kill them all.
TBC? The End?
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Date: 2003-10-26 06:23 am (UTC)