Drabbles morph into ficlets...
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keire_keOkay! B-day drabble #1, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ravensilver, who wanted more of One Death to Go (see tag for previous parts. Dontcha just love the tags? *beams*).
*cough* Well, I meant to write drabbles. Ended up with ficlets. o.O Oh, well. All the more joy. ^______^
The many legged, tentacled thing was, in the words of Duo Maxwell, a “fugly motherfucker.” It was also a pissed-off motherfucker. Other adjectives it could claim included “huge”, “stinking” and “distasteful.”
“I still say we should set him on fire,” said Duo, peeking from behind a boulder. Heero growled deep in his throat.
“Would you listen to me?”
“I was hunting demons for a long while now, while you were still sulking in a cellar. Work experience has precedence.” Heero snorted and the winced, when a nearby car was smashed into a wall and then exploded. The thing didn’t slow down.
“Alright, what’s your way again?”
“Wooden stake. Through the hearts.”
“How many would that be?”
“Six, I believe.”
“Ah. Within staking distance?”
“Yeah. For a reasonably large stake.” Duo considered the issue.
“What about that skin?”
“Pierceable. I think.”
“Ah.” Duo cast yet another glance at the thing, which was at the time obviously fascinated with the idea of brickwork. “Okay, here’s the plan: I’ll break into that apartment there, and utilise a chair. You wait here, and don’t get into any trouble.”
“It’s not as if that thing could kill me. Probably not, anyway.” Heero replied.
“But you get broody when you’re hurt, and you’re not exactly Mr Sunshine at the best of times,” Duo advised sternly. “Keep your arse out of trouble, or else.”
“Whatever.”
“Okay then.” Duo beamed and, without further ado, executed a perfect backward somersault, landing soundlessly on a balcony of the first-floor apartment. Heero’s eyes followed the auburn braid, until it disappeared inside. He sighed as he turned back to watching the thing.
It had taken time, to get used to being a person again. Sometimes, Heero found himself standing alone, looking back and forward in time, searching for who he had been and who he was now. Ultimately, he’d always come to find Duo between the two of him.
He wasn’t quite sure yet how he felt about that. He enjoyed life now. He enjoyed the occasional Bloody Sundae (though it’s only been one and a quarter so far, since he was still getting used to the idea of eating properly), he took time in the morning to look out the window and enjoy the sky. He even enjoyed putting the kettle on and serving Duo a cup of tea, immediately after he woke. Duo spun his world inside out and about.
Gods, he hated the smug bastard sometimes.
“Shit, that wasn’t a very honourable thing to do,” said the voice of Duo, right next to Heero’s ear. “Breaking and entering with the intent to dismantle!”
“Yeah, the horror,” said the vampire, picking up a makeshift stake.
“Tell me at least we don’t have to do all that in a single strike.”
“We lack the prehensile appendages for that.”
“But do we need to do it?”
“I hope not.”
“You hope?”
“Demon hunting wasn’t my first choice of career, okay? Mum only knew so many bedtime stories.”
“You had a mother?” Duo blinked. This apparently was news to him.
“No, I sprouted from a cabbage patch. Of course I had a mother.”
“I was betting money on the cabbage patch theory.”
“Bastard.”
“Hey, I was nice about your parentage. I happen to like cabbage.”
“Stake. To the heart. Hearts are these shiny spots.” Sometimes talking business was the only way to escape the discussion, which he would undoubtedly lose. Duo had a way of spinning the words into a theatre of meaning, so that they always worked in his favour.
The political scene lost a great deal, when violet-eyed man decided to go into demon hunting.
“You’re on. Got your three stakes?”
“Yes.”
“Fancy a steak with fried potatoes afterwards?”
“Only if you’re buying.”
“What, you’re still saving up?”
Heero smirked. “That’s for me to know,” he said. He would tell Duo eventually that he was still saving up, only now he had his mind set on a gorgeous deep-blue Ferrari. He could hardly afford to lose the only edge he had, even if he knew it was a little unfair.
Somewhere in the darkest, deepest pit of his mind, burrowed with as much mental dirt as the vampire could spare, covered by the heavily accented answer to “biggest river is in Egypt” question, a vague concept made up of violets, auburn, and warmth was sprouting. It was tiny, but persistent. It would break through, eventually.
“Ready?” Heero nodded. On the traditional count of “one, two, not yet, you stupid bugger!” they attacked.
ravensilver, who wanted more of One Death to Go (see tag for previous parts. Dontcha just love the tags? *beams*).*cough* Well, I meant to write drabbles. Ended up with ficlets. o.O Oh, well. All the more joy. ^______^
The many legged, tentacled thing was, in the words of Duo Maxwell, a “fugly motherfucker.” It was also a pissed-off motherfucker. Other adjectives it could claim included “huge”, “stinking” and “distasteful.”
“I still say we should set him on fire,” said Duo, peeking from behind a boulder. Heero growled deep in his throat.
“Would you listen to me?”
“I was hunting demons for a long while now, while you were still sulking in a cellar. Work experience has precedence.” Heero snorted and the winced, when a nearby car was smashed into a wall and then exploded. The thing didn’t slow down.
“Alright, what’s your way again?”
“Wooden stake. Through the hearts.”
“How many would that be?”
“Six, I believe.”
“Ah. Within staking distance?”
“Yeah. For a reasonably large stake.” Duo considered the issue.
“What about that skin?”
“Pierceable. I think.”
“Ah.” Duo cast yet another glance at the thing, which was at the time obviously fascinated with the idea of brickwork. “Okay, here’s the plan: I’ll break into that apartment there, and utilise a chair. You wait here, and don’t get into any trouble.”
“It’s not as if that thing could kill me. Probably not, anyway.” Heero replied.
“But you get broody when you’re hurt, and you’re not exactly Mr Sunshine at the best of times,” Duo advised sternly. “Keep your arse out of trouble, or else.”
“Whatever.”
“Okay then.” Duo beamed and, without further ado, executed a perfect backward somersault, landing soundlessly on a balcony of the first-floor apartment. Heero’s eyes followed the auburn braid, until it disappeared inside. He sighed as he turned back to watching the thing.
It had taken time, to get used to being a person again. Sometimes, Heero found himself standing alone, looking back and forward in time, searching for who he had been and who he was now. Ultimately, he’d always come to find Duo between the two of him.
He wasn’t quite sure yet how he felt about that. He enjoyed life now. He enjoyed the occasional Bloody Sundae (though it’s only been one and a quarter so far, since he was still getting used to the idea of eating properly), he took time in the morning to look out the window and enjoy the sky. He even enjoyed putting the kettle on and serving Duo a cup of tea, immediately after he woke. Duo spun his world inside out and about.
Gods, he hated the smug bastard sometimes.
“Shit, that wasn’t a very honourable thing to do,” said the voice of Duo, right next to Heero’s ear. “Breaking and entering with the intent to dismantle!”
“Yeah, the horror,” said the vampire, picking up a makeshift stake.
“Tell me at least we don’t have to do all that in a single strike.”
“We lack the prehensile appendages for that.”
“But do we need to do it?”
“I hope not.”
“You hope?”
“Demon hunting wasn’t my first choice of career, okay? Mum only knew so many bedtime stories.”
“You had a mother?” Duo blinked. This apparently was news to him.
“No, I sprouted from a cabbage patch. Of course I had a mother.”
“I was betting money on the cabbage patch theory.”
“Bastard.”
“Hey, I was nice about your parentage. I happen to like cabbage.”
“Stake. To the heart. Hearts are these shiny spots.” Sometimes talking business was the only way to escape the discussion, which he would undoubtedly lose. Duo had a way of spinning the words into a theatre of meaning, so that they always worked in his favour.
The political scene lost a great deal, when violet-eyed man decided to go into demon hunting.
“You’re on. Got your three stakes?”
“Yes.”
“Fancy a steak with fried potatoes afterwards?”
“Only if you’re buying.”
“What, you’re still saving up?”
Heero smirked. “That’s for me to know,” he said. He would tell Duo eventually that he was still saving up, only now he had his mind set on a gorgeous deep-blue Ferrari. He could hardly afford to lose the only edge he had, even if he knew it was a little unfair.
Somewhere in the darkest, deepest pit of his mind, burrowed with as much mental dirt as the vampire could spare, covered by the heavily accented answer to “biggest river is in Egypt” question, a vague concept made up of violets, auburn, and warmth was sprouting. It was tiny, but persistent. It would break through, eventually.
“Ready?” Heero nodded. On the traditional count of “one, two, not yet, you stupid bugger!” they attacked.
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Date: 2006-06-05 10:00 pm (UTC)A new part! Yeah! *THE* best thing before I go to bed... ^^
Great chapter. I *love* the dry humor that you put in. And I also loved that Heero is slowly coming to grips with himself and putting aside his suicidal tendencies. I wonder if Duo already knows - or suspects - and what he will do when Heero finally tells him...
*turns chibi-eyes on you in hopes of more*
^^
Thank you so much! I loved it. ^^
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Date: 2006-06-05 10:26 pm (UTC)He can be taught, ladies and gentlemen. Ha, we shall see! There ill be more, promise!
Glad to hear you've enjoyed! ^_____^ Pleasant dreams, hun!
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