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2003-03-28 - 7:45 p.m. Good Day (rough 1/god knows what) Woman, you'll get your RPG game as soon as I find your silly ass. I beat it months ago, by the way. Sorry. Had to get that out, I guess. Warning: Below is a rough draft of some horrific Gundam Wing fanfiction. Don't read if you don't want to be bothered. Also, this has been a result of reading Mikkeneko's stories and being first weened into GW by MadamHydra's works. The wind was hot, scratchy. It made his throat contract with thirst. The sun above burned with a zealous heat he did not want to feel. The rush, the cooling arms of the sea called to him from below. Today was a good day to die. "Don't be an idiot," Yuy said has he marched forward, a rough, sandpaper general in the rough, sandpaper wind. He felt his dry, chapped lips smile then as his feet took a step back for each step Yuy took forward. The wind sliced into his dry skin as his feet felt the edge of the cliff. "Stop this," Yuy said, his steps uncertain. One moment they rush foward, only after another moment of hesitation. He closed his eyes then, feeling the dry air take away all the moisture his skin no longer bothered to gaurd. Propelled by a cracked wind, he pushed off and away. The sky was so blue, so grand and fresh to him as he gazed up at it. He felt as if he was floating in its neverending blue for the briefest of moments until the wind let him go and he started to fall away. The horizon blinked at him while he tilted towards it. The crash and strong storm arms of the ocean waves to him from below. He could see it already. his body, shredded by those new, sharp rocks, too young to have been blunted by the patience of the sea. His body, pale against the flowing blood-sea, being torn apart by the currents, the carnivores, the microscopic parasites and insects that each want a share of the feast. His skull, shiny and white and wet, staring up at him with its hollow eye-holes. Then the vision was gone, and he felt time realign itself around him and the grip on his left ankle tightening. The weight of his body, the rush of blood to his half-comatose head, made him wish he could dangle like this forever. The strong, somewhat moistened wind whipped him back and forth like the ragdoll that he had become as he was dragged up from the temptations. The cherry tip of Heero's cigarette burned in the darkness of their room. "We're back to space," he said with finality making his nasally voice heavier than usual. He shifted his eyes to the unresponsive figure on the bed. As expected, there was no response. With his head titled with a semi-unconscious air and his hair loose to the point of lunacy, he became more and more the physical version of Heero's doubts. He should let him go, his conscious had told him when this life began, but however wrong it had been, it was a life. Heero knew no other. The cherry point burned brightly as Heero inhaled a bit before grinding the point into the dirty, used ashtray. With heavy limbs, made his way to the bed to join his broken doll. He should be alive, lively, able to live as he chose, not as Heero mandated, his conscious had murmured over and over again, but not yet has heeded that advice. "We'll go to space for a while," he half-whispered as caught him in his arms. "We'll float by the stars," he said into his crazed hair in a voice that half-commanded, half-promised dreams. "We'll be happy," he said against the prone, chapped lips. "Because you're mine." He plased a kiss on those cry lips. "And I'm yours." The faint beat of a heart thumped just underneath the otherwise dead skin. "We'll be happy, Duo, I swear." to be continued in some sort of strange after-life thingie... Also, as a reminder to myself, mostly: No, Jey hasn't been sent out there yet. The Past - Guestbook - The Future, Too |