Ten Hail Mary's
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keire_keFor some reason, I cannot access my Yahoo mailbox. It's weird, cause my sister has no problem with hers. x.X Frustrating!!
Better type it all up, before it vanishes! *hurries*
The girl screamed. Heero watched with copious amount of trepidation as her body shook in ways that he just knew couldn’t be natural. In all the chaos it seemed safer to look at Maxwell, who seemed completely unmoved by the screams and moving objects. The man’s eyes were closed, one of his hands resting against the girl’s forehead, while his mouth formed words Heero couldn’t even begin to comprehend. If he looked close enough though, he could see the strain of effort appear on the exorcist’s face.
The obvious conclusion, once he accepted that there was indeed such a thing as possessions and demons, would be that the thing inside the girl was putting up one hell of a fight. And somehow, it didn’t look to Heero like Maxwell was winning. Still, he could have been wrong, this being the first session he witnessed, out of a movie.
Several minutes after the theatre started, the long-haired exorcist stopped chanting and looked at the grotesque face.
“Show yourself,” he said quietly. Heero shivered. It was the sort of quiet voice that makes a roomful of unruly drunks shut up and stand to attention.
Apparently, the creature in the girl felt the same way. Maxwell stood back and Heero finally understood just why the conditions of the deal were what they were. Something was shifting under the girl’s skin, something which closely resembled greyish slime, streaked with black. It poured out, whirling over the body which suddenly fell back, lifelessly.
“Samyaza. What a surprise,” Maxwell said coolly.
“Getttt out, litttttttle boy,” the entity hissed with obvious difficulty. He was gaining a shape, slowly but surely, and the shape, Heero noticed with surprise, was of a handsome young man. Haughty beyond belief, but handsome.
“I’m rather surprised to find you here, in such an unremarkable little girl. Scratch that, I’m astonished to find you possessing a girl, period.” It took guts, Heero reflected, to look something as shapeless as a half-formed man into the eye and still sound like an ice tea commercial. The being shifted in the air and leaned towards the exorcist’s face.
“You cannnnot stoppp us alllll, littttle boy. Soon He willlll be readddy, and Himmm you cannnnot stop!”
“I can stop you, bitch.” Heero never noticed the movement, so focused was he on the demon, but suddenly Maxwell was holding a gun to the thing’s forehead.
The bullet hit the wall, spraying the bed below with dust. The girl inhaled sharply and whimpered.
“It’s alright now,” Maxwell said gently, stroking her face. “You have nothing to fear anymore.” She smiled weakly and nodded. “Sleep.”
Heero watched in stunned silence as the man walked around the room, collecting the candles. He left the incense burning, but removed the bullet wedged in the wall. So it was true, that you could get used to anything, he thought, wondering how long would it take him. Shouldn’t take horribly long, he was a tough person, but… It was only when Maxwell approached and kneeled to look him in the eye that he realised he’d slid down the wall during the proceedings.
“I’m impressed, detective. You didn’t throw up after all. If you wish you had though, I’m sure these nice people have a stick to shove down your throat.” This Heero could deal with.
“Shut up. How did you know that thing?”
“Ha. Impressive. Let’s go.” Against his better judgement, the officer accepted the proffered hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. He wouldn’t admit his legs were shaking, but he was having trouble standing up on his own. They made their way downstairs slowly, treated for all intents and purposes as if they weren’t there in the first place. Father Brutha waved them goodbye hesitantly, taking great care not to come any closer than necessary.
“See, this is how people deal with demonic possessions. They pretend nothing happened,” the exorcist explained, swinging one leg over his bike.
“How can you pretend something like this never happened?”
“Denial and S.O.L., which stands for Sudden Onslaught of Logic. Reality is relative for the most part, see, so people get to choose which reality they intend to adhere to. And of course most people wouldn’t notice a demon if it fell asleep in their porridge.”
“Why could I see it then?”
“Because it showed itself.”
“It showed itself.” There was a heavy ounce of sarcasm in the officer’s voice. Maxwell laughed.
“I promised I’ll answer any question. But first things first. Hi, my name is Duo Maxwell,” he said holding out his hand. Heero took it cautiously.
“Heero Yuy.” He hesitated briefly. “I thought your name is David? Or is it another cover, like that collar?”
“This?” Duo removed the scrap of white from his neck. “I’m afraid it’s no cover. As for the name, it’s a long story. Better make a list of questions, before you forget any. Oh, and I reserve the right not to answer anything personal or incriminating.”
Heero barely heard anything past “no cover”. “Are you trying to tell me that you actually are a priest?” he blurted, his voice scoring a low negative ten on the belief scale.
“Been ordained some three years ago, yes.”
“As in, an actual priest?”
“Roman Catholic, that’s true.”
“Holy mass, baptisms, holy matrimony, celibacy the whole deal?”
“I never said I am a good priest, but- Let’s just say that if I were to pronounce you man and wife, you’d need a trip to Vatican to get out of it.”
“Shit.”
“That’s ten Hail Mary’s, thank you very much.” Head spinning, Heero settled himself behind Duo and clenched his eyes shut as the tires screeched their protest to the speedy U-turn. His immediate reality needed readjusting. Luckily, father D. Maxwell was not a novice at this game, because soon the officer found himself in a cosy little diner with a cup of coffee and a plate of cookies in front of him.
“Better?”
“No. What is your actual name?” This won him another roll of the violet eyes.
“I swear, you have funny problems. But alright. I don’t know what name is on my birth certificate – my earliest memories are of some run-down garage and Solo. Put two and two together, that’s where ‘Duo’ came from. Later, I was taken into a church orphanage with the assumption I will become a priest. Father Maxwell adopted me when I was about eight.”
“What about David?”
“I was named by a demon. It doesn’t exactly bide well for a member of clergy.”
“Solo is a demon?”
“Yes. Before you ask, some demon’s can stay here, if they wish. As long as they don’t overstep the boundaries.”
Heero fell silent. There was a million questions he wanted to ask, including (rather idiotically, all things considered) “are you single?”
“Yes, I am. Clergy, remember? Not that I have a flock to keep pretences in front of, but hey.” The blue-eyed man had a distinct memory of not having asked. He was pretty damn sure he hadn’t. “Which, I gather from your expression, brings us to the whole supernatural shit. I am not a mind reader, so no need to censor yourself. Mind reading is pretty much impossible. However if you think about something hard enough to concentrate only on that one thing, I can sort of see it, if I concentrate. It’s mostly a vague idea rather than sharp image or exact words, but there you go. You look cute when you blush, you know?” Duo added as an afterthought. His smile gave way to something far more wistful very quickly. “It’s tied in with seeing the supernatural. Humans in general aren’t on the right frequency, but every once in a while a freak like me comes by.”
“You open up pretty fast,” Heero noted taking a bite of a cookie. “You weren’t exactly friendly earlier.”
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m a friendly person, by nature. You wouldn’t believe how many people come and ask me to phone their dead cousin-thrice-removed to ask where he hid his golden teaspoon. Plus, now you’re kind of in the club, having witness an exorcism. Which reminds me.
“I’m assuming there is a reason if Solo sent you to me for answers. Other than aggravating us both, I mean. My point is, Heero, seeing things is not something you can do on your days off. Either you learn a few things and keep them in mind forever, or you bow out now.”
Heero looked him in the eye. Mental review of pros and cons could point out to one thing, really. While the latter included a possibly nasty death and an ungodly amount of gross stuff, the former reminded he didn’t exactly have much to leave behind, his daytime job offered both readily and his adrenaline addiction would be pampered.
Plus, the exorcist was hot.
“I’m in.”
“I’m flattered.” Before Heero had a chance to blush again, Duo gulped his coffee down and stood up. “Come on then.”
“Where?”
“To get some answers.”
Better type it all up, before it vanishes! *hurries*
The girl screamed. Heero watched with copious amount of trepidation as her body shook in ways that he just knew couldn’t be natural. In all the chaos it seemed safer to look at Maxwell, who seemed completely unmoved by the screams and moving objects. The man’s eyes were closed, one of his hands resting against the girl’s forehead, while his mouth formed words Heero couldn’t even begin to comprehend. If he looked close enough though, he could see the strain of effort appear on the exorcist’s face.
The obvious conclusion, once he accepted that there was indeed such a thing as possessions and demons, would be that the thing inside the girl was putting up one hell of a fight. And somehow, it didn’t look to Heero like Maxwell was winning. Still, he could have been wrong, this being the first session he witnessed, out of a movie.
Several minutes after the theatre started, the long-haired exorcist stopped chanting and looked at the grotesque face.
“Show yourself,” he said quietly. Heero shivered. It was the sort of quiet voice that makes a roomful of unruly drunks shut up and stand to attention.
Apparently, the creature in the girl felt the same way. Maxwell stood back and Heero finally understood just why the conditions of the deal were what they were. Something was shifting under the girl’s skin, something which closely resembled greyish slime, streaked with black. It poured out, whirling over the body which suddenly fell back, lifelessly.
“Samyaza. What a surprise,” Maxwell said coolly.
“Getttt out, litttttttle boy,” the entity hissed with obvious difficulty. He was gaining a shape, slowly but surely, and the shape, Heero noticed with surprise, was of a handsome young man. Haughty beyond belief, but handsome.
“I’m rather surprised to find you here, in such an unremarkable little girl. Scratch that, I’m astonished to find you possessing a girl, period.” It took guts, Heero reflected, to look something as shapeless as a half-formed man into the eye and still sound like an ice tea commercial. The being shifted in the air and leaned towards the exorcist’s face.
“You cannnnot stoppp us alllll, littttle boy. Soon He willlll be readddy, and Himmm you cannnnot stop!”
“I can stop you, bitch.” Heero never noticed the movement, so focused was he on the demon, but suddenly Maxwell was holding a gun to the thing’s forehead.
The bullet hit the wall, spraying the bed below with dust. The girl inhaled sharply and whimpered.
“It’s alright now,” Maxwell said gently, stroking her face. “You have nothing to fear anymore.” She smiled weakly and nodded. “Sleep.”
Heero watched in stunned silence as the man walked around the room, collecting the candles. He left the incense burning, but removed the bullet wedged in the wall. So it was true, that you could get used to anything, he thought, wondering how long would it take him. Shouldn’t take horribly long, he was a tough person, but… It was only when Maxwell approached and kneeled to look him in the eye that he realised he’d slid down the wall during the proceedings.
“I’m impressed, detective. You didn’t throw up after all. If you wish you had though, I’m sure these nice people have a stick to shove down your throat.” This Heero could deal with.
“Shut up. How did you know that thing?”
“Ha. Impressive. Let’s go.” Against his better judgement, the officer accepted the proffered hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. He wouldn’t admit his legs were shaking, but he was having trouble standing up on his own. They made their way downstairs slowly, treated for all intents and purposes as if they weren’t there in the first place. Father Brutha waved them goodbye hesitantly, taking great care not to come any closer than necessary.
“See, this is how people deal with demonic possessions. They pretend nothing happened,” the exorcist explained, swinging one leg over his bike.
“How can you pretend something like this never happened?”
“Denial and S.O.L., which stands for Sudden Onslaught of Logic. Reality is relative for the most part, see, so people get to choose which reality they intend to adhere to. And of course most people wouldn’t notice a demon if it fell asleep in their porridge.”
“Why could I see it then?”
“Because it showed itself.”
“It showed itself.” There was a heavy ounce of sarcasm in the officer’s voice. Maxwell laughed.
“I promised I’ll answer any question. But first things first. Hi, my name is Duo Maxwell,” he said holding out his hand. Heero took it cautiously.
“Heero Yuy.” He hesitated briefly. “I thought your name is David? Or is it another cover, like that collar?”
“This?” Duo removed the scrap of white from his neck. “I’m afraid it’s no cover. As for the name, it’s a long story. Better make a list of questions, before you forget any. Oh, and I reserve the right not to answer anything personal or incriminating.”
Heero barely heard anything past “no cover”. “Are you trying to tell me that you actually are a priest?” he blurted, his voice scoring a low negative ten on the belief scale.
“Been ordained some three years ago, yes.”
“As in, an actual priest?”
“Roman Catholic, that’s true.”
“Holy mass, baptisms, holy matrimony, celibacy the whole deal?”
“I never said I am a good priest, but- Let’s just say that if I were to pronounce you man and wife, you’d need a trip to Vatican to get out of it.”
“Shit.”
“That’s ten Hail Mary’s, thank you very much.” Head spinning, Heero settled himself behind Duo and clenched his eyes shut as the tires screeched their protest to the speedy U-turn. His immediate reality needed readjusting. Luckily, father D. Maxwell was not a novice at this game, because soon the officer found himself in a cosy little diner with a cup of coffee and a plate of cookies in front of him.
“Better?”
“No. What is your actual name?” This won him another roll of the violet eyes.
“I swear, you have funny problems. But alright. I don’t know what name is on my birth certificate – my earliest memories are of some run-down garage and Solo. Put two and two together, that’s where ‘Duo’ came from. Later, I was taken into a church orphanage with the assumption I will become a priest. Father Maxwell adopted me when I was about eight.”
“What about David?”
“I was named by a demon. It doesn’t exactly bide well for a member of clergy.”
“Solo is a demon?”
“Yes. Before you ask, some demon’s can stay here, if they wish. As long as they don’t overstep the boundaries.”
Heero fell silent. There was a million questions he wanted to ask, including (rather idiotically, all things considered) “are you single?”
“Yes, I am. Clergy, remember? Not that I have a flock to keep pretences in front of, but hey.” The blue-eyed man had a distinct memory of not having asked. He was pretty damn sure he hadn’t. “Which, I gather from your expression, brings us to the whole supernatural shit. I am not a mind reader, so no need to censor yourself. Mind reading is pretty much impossible. However if you think about something hard enough to concentrate only on that one thing, I can sort of see it, if I concentrate. It’s mostly a vague idea rather than sharp image or exact words, but there you go. You look cute when you blush, you know?” Duo added as an afterthought. His smile gave way to something far more wistful very quickly. “It’s tied in with seeing the supernatural. Humans in general aren’t on the right frequency, but every once in a while a freak like me comes by.”
“You open up pretty fast,” Heero noted taking a bite of a cookie. “You weren’t exactly friendly earlier.”
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m a friendly person, by nature. You wouldn’t believe how many people come and ask me to phone their dead cousin-thrice-removed to ask where he hid his golden teaspoon. Plus, now you’re kind of in the club, having witness an exorcism. Which reminds me.
“I’m assuming there is a reason if Solo sent you to me for answers. Other than aggravating us both, I mean. My point is, Heero, seeing things is not something you can do on your days off. Either you learn a few things and keep them in mind forever, or you bow out now.”
Heero looked him in the eye. Mental review of pros and cons could point out to one thing, really. While the latter included a possibly nasty death and an ungodly amount of gross stuff, the former reminded he didn’t exactly have much to leave behind, his daytime job offered both readily and his adrenaline addiction would be pampered.
Plus, the exorcist was hot.
“I’m in.”
“I’m flattered.” Before Heero had a chance to blush again, Duo gulped his coffee down and stood up. “Come on then.”
“Where?”
“To get some answers.”
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Date: 2006-07-24 10:12 am (UTC)Someone's comment got me thinking, it must be horrible to have a psychic as a significant other. *shivers* Good thing Duo can only do that to a limited extent...
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Date: 2006-07-24 01:39 am (UTC)Best reason ever! XD
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Date: 2006-07-24 08:41 am (UTC)Yessss! Heero's getting hooked. ^^
And so am I. On this story. Great stuff! Absolutely love it.
More? *puppyeyes you*
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:21 pm (UTC)MISS YOU. <3 *CHU*
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