Started: January 21, 2001 Finished: January 21, 2001 Disclaimer: Same. Can you actually sue someone who's completely broke? *ponders* Well, I guess. ^_~ So don't sue, 'kies? 'M just borrowing the characters for a while... don't worry, I'll make sure to wash 'em and put 'em to sleep by bedtime! Okay, 1+2/2+1... can't help it, okay! Stop looking at me like that! Comments!Feedback!Criticism! (Flames will be used for roasting marshmellows) Imminent Fate, part 1 Shamera sitafire@hotmail.com Duo pressed his forehead to the cool glass before letting out a minute sigh. It was raining outside... the mere fact which could once get him up and bouncing out the door in an attempt to play in the rain. Every one of them had missed enough childhood for them to give up on what was left of their lives... But he really didn't feel like it today. It was one of those days where he wished that he could just hide himself under the covers and sleep his life away. He had left his room because he knew that there was no way he could keep a smile today. It wasn't the date that bothered him... oh no. It was just one of those days where he couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy. When he couldn't remember if he had dreamed up an event, or if it had been real. "Duo?" He turned to see Quatre smiling gently at him from outside the door. The blonde Arabian was hiding his hands in his jeans pocket, looking very much like a nervous teen. Which he was supposed to be. But wasn't. "Duo?" Quatre asked again, looking at him worriedly before walking up to the dim light that made out the American's figure. Sitting himself on the otherside of the windowsill, Quatre peered at his friend. "What's wrong?" Duo sat blankly for about a minute before blowing out his breath. There was a hint of sadness in the normally happy voice as he said, "Nothing, actually. I don't know what's wrong with me today, Quatre. I'm sorry for worrying you... I'm just not really in the mood to talk today." The Arabian gave a small sigh and nodded. "Alright, then. I suppose we all know how you feel... and I'll make sure the others leave you alone for today. But just remember, if you feel like talking, or just some companion- ship, we're all here to help." Duo gave no response. He looked out the glass at the light rain that was falling outside, and again wondered why he was so bothered by the dark skies. There was a soft 'click' as Quatre exitted and closed the door behind him, making sure that no one else would disturb Duo in his thoughts. With a soft sigh, Duo pulled his knees up to his chest. Today just felt so *wrong*. He knew there was something bothering him... but Hell! He just couldn't figure out why he was so upset. _Well,_ he thought with a smirk, _Maybe I can._ Considering how distant Heero had been acting for the past week, it was a miracle that Duo had kept it together for so long. Duo knew Heero better than the other boy thought he did. He could feel the times when Heero would just stare at his back, wondering why Duo did the things he did. The dark haired Japanese pilot was a complete mystery to almost anyone who met him. Perhaps that was why Relena was so attracted to Heero. It would take a strong person to figure that mystery out. He wondered if it was the mystery he had come to love, or the person. It wouldn't be fair to Heero if... Duo pushed his bangs from his face violently. Heero falling in love with him was unexpected. Duo hadn't the time to come to terms with his own emotions yet, and he was very surprised that the Perfect Soldier had already accepted his own feelings. _He probably already analized the feeling and word until he realized that he can't push it away,_ Duo thought sarcastically. _So much for no weaknesses. But... can I do the same?_ He had no doubt that he loved Heero. He knew that Heero felt the same. So now it's just a fucking fairy tale come true, right? Wrong. Dear God, why couldn't anything be easy in his life? The one thing that he was conviced was going to be the hardest challenge for him whapped him in the face and melted into a puddle. What did he mean by that? He didn't know. _Heero..._ Duo gave a shake to his head, and listened carefully as he heard Quatre whisper to Wufei about not disturbing him. Heero was out getting the groceries for them, (Duo had no doubt that every meal for the next week was going to be disgustingly healthy... and that Duo just might 'find' one or two of the snacks he had 'hidden' away so long ago that he forget about it.) and Trowa was out on some minor mission. Leaning his head against the cool glass again, Duo watched the rain drip down the window, focusing his eyes to the dim-lit streets outside. Maybe if he looked hard enough, he could see Heero coming back... Wait. There. Duo squinted as he saw a black shape stop slowly approch the house. He was on the second floor, but visibility was poor in this weather. Who in the world would possibly be out now(except for him, of course)? Even Heero drove when it was raining, not wanting to 'endanger' the mission by getting sick. ^Duo.^ Duo startled, nearly falling out of his window seat as he turned around, about to give Wufei a piece of his mind for interrupting his thoughts, maybe also wipe that smirk on the Chinese boy's face which was sure to be there because Duo was actually *thinking* for once... There was no one in the room. A flash of lightning gave the darkened room an eerie look before the light faded, giving way to the small lamplight that was lit on the desk. Duo held his breath as his violet eyes scanned the room, looking and spreading his senses to see if there was anyone else in the room besides him. Again, no one. The lightning flashed again, this time strange because of the odd silence that accompanied it instead of the usual thunder rolling. Mentally scolding himself for being so childishly scared of monsters and thunderstorms, Duo turned his attention on the outside world once more. Everything still looked the same, down the the black figure that had been moving before. That black figure. Duo pressed his face against the glass, hoping to see more than just the form. As he studied the disfigured form, he realized he was looking at a horse. No, not really a horse. It had something large attached to its back. TWO large somethings. _A Pegasus?_ He quickly went over the Greek mythologies that included Pegasus in it, then shook his head. Such creatures did not exist. Then why was the thought of a pegasus so familiar... and comforting? Sure, he believed in the omens that unicorns were good luck... but he hadn't ever heard of anything about Pegasus before. A legendary horse that flew heros? Very unlikely. Duo pressed both hands to the glass now, searching for the black figure, wishing that it would look up at him. He couldn't see the black horse anymore, and that made Duo sad, though he was unsure why. "It was probably a trick of the light," Duo murmured to himself, taking his hand back from the glass that was now so cold. He smiled grimmly to himself, and stretched his legs out on the rest of the windowsill. He really had to get out of that attitude before Heero came back. It wouldn't be too nice to subject the poor, confused soldier to a load of pissed Duo, would it? Naaaaah. Too tempting. Feeling a tiny bit of his usual cheer come back to him, Duo bounced off the seat he was sitting on and gave a good stretch, hearing his back pop in a way that just felt *so good*... There was a slight push on his arm, a nuzzling that make Duo look side- ways to see what he was brushing against. Liquid dark eyes looked back at him patiently. +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ --- @o@!! Quatre looked up from where he was reading on the couch to see Heero entering the room, scowling and brushing wet bangs aside. "Ohayo, Heero." The blonde boy said with a smile. "I take it you forgot the umbrella?" "Hn." Heero grunted and made his way up the stairs, pausing only to take a look at the door which he came from. Quatre knew that he should probably tell Heero about Duo's mood, but then pushed it aside as he realized that Heero was the only one who hadn't ever seen Duo's dark moods. It was about time for the pilot of Wing to realize that Duo Maxwell actually took some time everyday to himself just to think about things. Quatre knew that Duo didn't want Heero to know, but there were just some things that Heero had to know about Duo if they were to work together on a more... private level. "Do you really think that those two will ever stop to realize how they keep dancing around each other?" Quatre asked to the darkness behind the couch. There was a faint ruffling noise as Trowa shifted, not answering the small Arabian in words but in the presense that he was thinking about it. Quatre looked back at his book, the words forgotten. "I hope so." ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^ --- >.