Weekends and trains.
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keire_keThe Promise is the mother of all bad movies. Except for Nicholas Tse, who was pretty, and psychopathic. He killed people with paper fans. Other than him though, the movie has nothing that makes it worth watching.
The Matador on the other hand, is funny without being embarrassing. It could use emphasis and punchline, but it's good.
Yes, I had a productive weekend, why do you ask? I went to Gdynia with Nasty Little Brat and we had quite a good time. We learned the recipe for a cool drink (Mohito! Rum, lime, mint, some water, tonic and cane sugar) and spent 24 hours on a train, in a span of four days. It was fun. ^___^
Okay! This is what I wanted to leave you with for the weekend, but I didn't manage to finish.
Predictably, Heero was a little dazed for the rest of the evening. It didn’t matter so terribly, not when the discussion moved on to the possible tools and methods of killing the Antichrist. Half the words Heero didn’t know and the performance part required, among others, a holy relic, the pope and a marching band of priests, rabbis, pastors, monks and every other kind of a Higher Power-Mankind communication specialist.
“The thing I don’t quite understand, is why Heero?” Duo asked eventually. “I mean, myself, I would understand. That’s my job. You or Trowa, possibly. You’re a psychic, Tro has all the necessary connections. Wufei would be a pretty obvious choice. But Heero? He’s a random passer-by.”
“I don’t know,” Quatre admitted, rubbing his brow. “At the moment, we have more pressing matters though. Like, for example finding the Antichrist.”
“That I wouldn’t worry about,” Heero said finally, waving a hand in the air dismissively.
“Why not?”
“I’m willing to bet he’ll be the first person I trip over on my way home.”
“What makes you think so?”
“Just the way my day’s been going so far.”
“I really don’t think it was quite this bad,” Duo said, a very attractive pout decorating his features, attractive despite it being completely and utterly out of place. It took some skill, Heero reflected, to pull off a pout at the age of twenty eight and not look infantile.
“Let me think.” Heero looked up and started counting down using his fingers as props. “It started with a bunch of escaped delinquents, one of whom sent me to the most antisocial man in existence who then proceeded to, in his own words, rape my logic and chase a demon of the powerful sort out of a teenaged girl. And insists on reading my mind. Did I miss anything?”
“Myself, I believe,” Quatre added dryly, while Trowa and Duo snickered into their cups.
“Apologies. So you see, I have a reason to suspect that the Antichrist is waiting for me just around the corner.”
“When you put it like that…” Quatre smiled to his tea.
“We’d better arm you properly then,” Duo said, getting up and stretching. “It’s been great to see you, Quat, I hope that the next time you bother to invite me in for a chat won’t be because the apocalypse is coming.”
“I’ll make an effort. I’ll contact you, as soon as I find out anything new.”
“Yeah, stay home and tune in to radio future, meanwhile me and Heero will go and drive my baby back to Howard’s.”
“Did you ever wonder what message you project, a priest on a bike like that?”
“Hot?”
“Among others, yes.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Just me speaking on behalf of my more traditional sisters.”
“Remind me real quick, the one that went to a convent which she was later thrown out of for smoking weed, the one whose religion of the week is Catholicism, the three Buddha sisters or some of the Muslims?”
“First two and one of the latter.”
“I’ll make a note of that. Let’s go Heero.”
The policeman stood up and bowed out of habit. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Don’t be a stranger, Heero. I’ll let people know that you’re to be let in whenever you feel like visiting,” Quatre said warmly.
“I thought this was a club for freaks?”
“If I’m correct, Duo’ll be dragging you here anyway, with intents most of my sister probably wouldn’t approve of.” Said priest went bright red. “And if I’m not correct, which I most certainly am, you’ll want a place to mull over the upcoming Antichristicide.”
“Thank you, Winner.” Heero paused mid-blink and was dragged outside by his elbow, by the irate priest. “Quatre is a great guy, but he is psychic, and not afraid to use it to his advantage. Evil, scheming, son of a she-devil.” The door they exited several minutes ago opened, and Trowa walked out.
“Quatre resents that remark about his mother,” he said seriously.
“See? Evil, I tell you.”
Somehow, against all logic known to man, Heero found the amount of freakiness if not familiar than at least acceptable. And impossibly endearing, he added silently, looking at the still talking exorcist.
“I hope you don’t mind me planning the evening for you,” Duo said jumping onto his motorcycle.
“It’s acceptable.” The violet-eyed man grinned.
“Great! We’ll go to Howard’s first and then I’ll lend you something from my demon-killing arsenal.”
“Holy water and a crucifix?” Duo grinned and winked.
“Better. And much more universal.”
And then they were speeding through the bustling streets, Heero with his teeth clenched and Duo almost laughing in delight. At this speed the city really wasn’t so big – in no time at all they arrived at the small garage.
“Hey Howie! I brought my baby back,” Duo hollered, casually letting himself and the bike into the same room it was occupying before. “Howie?” Heero left his helmet on a shelf by the bike and followed the long braid further into the garage.
… where Solo and Howard were contemplating a chessboard through several glasses of wine.
“Why doesn’t this surprise me?” Heero muttered to himself, noting the bottle on the table.
“Most people have a cow,” Solo said with a grin, taking a long sip. The white rook moved across the chessboard, unaided by any visible force.
“Curious. Hey kid. How’d the meeting go?” Howard said, studying the board intently.
“Splendid. Quatre told me a bunch of interesting stuff, and Samyaza was absolutely charming.”
“Yeah, he tends to be,” Solo agreed, never looking up from the board. Howard nodded wisely. The black bishop took the last remaining pawn.
“So. You wouldn’t happen to know where would I find the Antichrist?”
Both players looked up and blinked at him surprised. “Whatever you need the Antichrist for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Averting the apocalypse, maybe? But really, don’t mind us.” For once, Heero could hear the uncertainty and something akin to fear in Duo’s voice. Funny as it seemed, the exorcist was just out of his depth as he was – dealing with demons on a daily basis was tough, but acceptable. Dealing with the mother of all demons, out of the blue…
“Dear boy. You know we cannot interfere. At all,” Solo said slowly. Heero squashed a sudden desire to arrest him where he stood. “If we help actively, we might lose the privilege of being here permanently.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry,” Duo replied with a sigh. “See you later then. And… take care.”
“Don’t worry about us, boy. You keep yourself and police boy safe,” Howard said seriously, looking up at last. “Now, scat. We have a game to play.” Duo’s eyes rolled.
“Always ready to chat with me, I see. Let’s roll, Heero.”
They walked the small distance to Duo’s flat in silence, the exorcist obviously lost in thought. It was the kind of silence Heero often found himself craving – both parties busy within their own minds, but at the same time requiring the presence of the other to let the train of thought run smoothly. Duo was the first person in a long while to give him that.
If he actually paused to think about it, aside from the priesthood, which was, admittedly, a bit of a dampener, Duo was quite possibly the one person he wanted to keep. Never mind the creepy occupation, or the constant presence of the supernatural. Something about Duo was just like home.
“Well, I don’t usually bring guys home back after the first date, but here you go. Tea? Coffee? Percentage?”
“A beer would be great, thanks.”
“Cool. My weapons closet is in the bedroom. The back wall has a small handle in the bottom left corner, to remove the fake wall.”
“Fake wall and a weapons closet. Is there a reason I’m not asking for a permit yet?”
“I’m gorgeous?” Heero said nothing, leaving the hall to the sound of Duo’s merry laughter. The bedroom was a surprise – a king-sized bed, few furniture and plenty of books, scattered about. Many of them in languages he could neither read nor identify. He left the volumes as they were, in favour of the closet. The fake wall indeed gave way easily. The content…
Well, the content would make anyone even remotely interested in weaponry stare in delight. Not so much in terms of quantity, but the quality made the officer in him squeal.
“You’re enjoying my collection, I take it?”
“Where did you get this thing? It’s an antique!” Reverently, the policeman took a pistol of the wall. It was obviously functional, and it a great shape. Heero couldn’t tear his eyes off of it.
“I think you need to revise the level of surprise in your voice. I know all kinds of weird people, many of them older than steam engines. They tend to have strange shit laying about.” Duo shrugged and handed the officer a beer.
“You don’t say?” They were standing pretty close, Heero’s eyes still focused on the gun, even as he sipped from the bottle.
“So. I think we’re heading for a very awkward moment here,” Duo said after a few minutes of silent staring at the display. Heero “hm”ed thoughtfully, putting the beer bottle down. He reached forward and gently removed the dog collar from the young priest’s neck.
“Is this better?”
“Still rather awkward. You know what the church has to say about first dates.”
“I’d imagine their views on the lack of females are a lot stronger.”
“Point.”
“Are you this bad a priest?”
“Yes.”
Kissing Duo, Heero decided, was like kissing fire. Despite the vague taste of beer and hints of tea, Duo’s mouth was hot and fascinating. He brought his hands up, gripping the long braid tightly. They had chemistry, oh, good heavens, did they ever. They’ve had just about everything here and now, and the Antichrist could go and fuck himself with his Apocalypse, because neither of them would notice if the sky rained flaming sulphur at this very moment.
Lost in the feeling, Heero barely noticed when Duo’s responses became less and less frequent, until they stopped entirely.
“Duo?”
The violet eyes opened slowly. Heero opened his mouth to ask the question everyone would ask in this situation, when he found himself flying across the room. He gasped for breath as he slid to the floor, bereft of oxygen when the impact forced all the air out of his lungs. Duo kneeled next to him, even though the detective knew he shouldn’t have been able to walk across the room this fast.
“I’m very sorry, Heero. But I simply cannot let you kill me now,” Duo said quietly, a strange lilt to his voice.
The last thing Heero remembered was the shrill ringing of the phone.
AN: Just kidding. :P
The Matador on the other hand, is funny without being embarrassing. It could use emphasis and punchline, but it's good.
Yes, I had a productive weekend, why do you ask? I went to Gdynia with Nasty Little Brat and we had quite a good time. We learned the recipe for a cool drink (Mohito! Rum, lime, mint, some water, tonic and cane sugar) and spent 24 hours on a train, in a span of four days. It was fun. ^___^
Okay! This is what I wanted to leave you with for the weekend, but I didn't manage to finish.
Predictably, Heero was a little dazed for the rest of the evening. It didn’t matter so terribly, not when the discussion moved on to the possible tools and methods of killing the Antichrist. Half the words Heero didn’t know and the performance part required, among others, a holy relic, the pope and a marching band of priests, rabbis, pastors, monks and every other kind of a Higher Power-Mankind communication specialist.
“The thing I don’t quite understand, is why Heero?” Duo asked eventually. “I mean, myself, I would understand. That’s my job. You or Trowa, possibly. You’re a psychic, Tro has all the necessary connections. Wufei would be a pretty obvious choice. But Heero? He’s a random passer-by.”
“I don’t know,” Quatre admitted, rubbing his brow. “At the moment, we have more pressing matters though. Like, for example finding the Antichrist.”
“That I wouldn’t worry about,” Heero said finally, waving a hand in the air dismissively.
“Why not?”
“I’m willing to bet he’ll be the first person I trip over on my way home.”
“What makes you think so?”
“Just the way my day’s been going so far.”
“I really don’t think it was quite this bad,” Duo said, a very attractive pout decorating his features, attractive despite it being completely and utterly out of place. It took some skill, Heero reflected, to pull off a pout at the age of twenty eight and not look infantile.
“Let me think.” Heero looked up and started counting down using his fingers as props. “It started with a bunch of escaped delinquents, one of whom sent me to the most antisocial man in existence who then proceeded to, in his own words, rape my logic and chase a demon of the powerful sort out of a teenaged girl. And insists on reading my mind. Did I miss anything?”
“Myself, I believe,” Quatre added dryly, while Trowa and Duo snickered into their cups.
“Apologies. So you see, I have a reason to suspect that the Antichrist is waiting for me just around the corner.”
“When you put it like that…” Quatre smiled to his tea.
“We’d better arm you properly then,” Duo said, getting up and stretching. “It’s been great to see you, Quat, I hope that the next time you bother to invite me in for a chat won’t be because the apocalypse is coming.”
“I’ll make an effort. I’ll contact you, as soon as I find out anything new.”
“Yeah, stay home and tune in to radio future, meanwhile me and Heero will go and drive my baby back to Howard’s.”
“Did you ever wonder what message you project, a priest on a bike like that?”
“Hot?”
“Among others, yes.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Just me speaking on behalf of my more traditional sisters.”
“Remind me real quick, the one that went to a convent which she was later thrown out of for smoking weed, the one whose religion of the week is Catholicism, the three Buddha sisters or some of the Muslims?”
“First two and one of the latter.”
“I’ll make a note of that. Let’s go Heero.”
The policeman stood up and bowed out of habit. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Don’t be a stranger, Heero. I’ll let people know that you’re to be let in whenever you feel like visiting,” Quatre said warmly.
“I thought this was a club for freaks?”
“If I’m correct, Duo’ll be dragging you here anyway, with intents most of my sister probably wouldn’t approve of.” Said priest went bright red. “And if I’m not correct, which I most certainly am, you’ll want a place to mull over the upcoming Antichristicide.”
“Thank you, Winner.” Heero paused mid-blink and was dragged outside by his elbow, by the irate priest. “Quatre is a great guy, but he is psychic, and not afraid to use it to his advantage. Evil, scheming, son of a she-devil.” The door they exited several minutes ago opened, and Trowa walked out.
“Quatre resents that remark about his mother,” he said seriously.
“See? Evil, I tell you.”
Somehow, against all logic known to man, Heero found the amount of freakiness if not familiar than at least acceptable. And impossibly endearing, he added silently, looking at the still talking exorcist.
“I hope you don’t mind me planning the evening for you,” Duo said jumping onto his motorcycle.
“It’s acceptable.” The violet-eyed man grinned.
“Great! We’ll go to Howard’s first and then I’ll lend you something from my demon-killing arsenal.”
“Holy water and a crucifix?” Duo grinned and winked.
“Better. And much more universal.”
And then they were speeding through the bustling streets, Heero with his teeth clenched and Duo almost laughing in delight. At this speed the city really wasn’t so big – in no time at all they arrived at the small garage.
“Hey Howie! I brought my baby back,” Duo hollered, casually letting himself and the bike into the same room it was occupying before. “Howie?” Heero left his helmet on a shelf by the bike and followed the long braid further into the garage.
… where Solo and Howard were contemplating a chessboard through several glasses of wine.
“Why doesn’t this surprise me?” Heero muttered to himself, noting the bottle on the table.
“Most people have a cow,” Solo said with a grin, taking a long sip. The white rook moved across the chessboard, unaided by any visible force.
“Curious. Hey kid. How’d the meeting go?” Howard said, studying the board intently.
“Splendid. Quatre told me a bunch of interesting stuff, and Samyaza was absolutely charming.”
“Yeah, he tends to be,” Solo agreed, never looking up from the board. Howard nodded wisely. The black bishop took the last remaining pawn.
“So. You wouldn’t happen to know where would I find the Antichrist?”
Both players looked up and blinked at him surprised. “Whatever you need the Antichrist for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Averting the apocalypse, maybe? But really, don’t mind us.” For once, Heero could hear the uncertainty and something akin to fear in Duo’s voice. Funny as it seemed, the exorcist was just out of his depth as he was – dealing with demons on a daily basis was tough, but acceptable. Dealing with the mother of all demons, out of the blue…
“Dear boy. You know we cannot interfere. At all,” Solo said slowly. Heero squashed a sudden desire to arrest him where he stood. “If we help actively, we might lose the privilege of being here permanently.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry,” Duo replied with a sigh. “See you later then. And… take care.”
“Don’t worry about us, boy. You keep yourself and police boy safe,” Howard said seriously, looking up at last. “Now, scat. We have a game to play.” Duo’s eyes rolled.
“Always ready to chat with me, I see. Let’s roll, Heero.”
They walked the small distance to Duo’s flat in silence, the exorcist obviously lost in thought. It was the kind of silence Heero often found himself craving – both parties busy within their own minds, but at the same time requiring the presence of the other to let the train of thought run smoothly. Duo was the first person in a long while to give him that.
If he actually paused to think about it, aside from the priesthood, which was, admittedly, a bit of a dampener, Duo was quite possibly the one person he wanted to keep. Never mind the creepy occupation, or the constant presence of the supernatural. Something about Duo was just like home.
“Well, I don’t usually bring guys home back after the first date, but here you go. Tea? Coffee? Percentage?”
“A beer would be great, thanks.”
“Cool. My weapons closet is in the bedroom. The back wall has a small handle in the bottom left corner, to remove the fake wall.”
“Fake wall and a weapons closet. Is there a reason I’m not asking for a permit yet?”
“I’m gorgeous?” Heero said nothing, leaving the hall to the sound of Duo’s merry laughter. The bedroom was a surprise – a king-sized bed, few furniture and plenty of books, scattered about. Many of them in languages he could neither read nor identify. He left the volumes as they were, in favour of the closet. The fake wall indeed gave way easily. The content…
Well, the content would make anyone even remotely interested in weaponry stare in delight. Not so much in terms of quantity, but the quality made the officer in him squeal.
“You’re enjoying my collection, I take it?”
“Where did you get this thing? It’s an antique!” Reverently, the policeman took a pistol of the wall. It was obviously functional, and it a great shape. Heero couldn’t tear his eyes off of it.
“I think you need to revise the level of surprise in your voice. I know all kinds of weird people, many of them older than steam engines. They tend to have strange shit laying about.” Duo shrugged and handed the officer a beer.
“You don’t say?” They were standing pretty close, Heero’s eyes still focused on the gun, even as he sipped from the bottle.
“So. I think we’re heading for a very awkward moment here,” Duo said after a few minutes of silent staring at the display. Heero “hm”ed thoughtfully, putting the beer bottle down. He reached forward and gently removed the dog collar from the young priest’s neck.
“Is this better?”
“Still rather awkward. You know what the church has to say about first dates.”
“I’d imagine their views on the lack of females are a lot stronger.”
“Point.”
“Are you this bad a priest?”
“Yes.”
Kissing Duo, Heero decided, was like kissing fire. Despite the vague taste of beer and hints of tea, Duo’s mouth was hot and fascinating. He brought his hands up, gripping the long braid tightly. They had chemistry, oh, good heavens, did they ever. They’ve had just about everything here and now, and the Antichrist could go and fuck himself with his Apocalypse, because neither of them would notice if the sky rained flaming sulphur at this very moment.
Lost in the feeling, Heero barely noticed when Duo’s responses became less and less frequent, until they stopped entirely.
“Duo?”
The violet eyes opened slowly. Heero opened his mouth to ask the question everyone would ask in this situation, when he found himself flying across the room. He gasped for breath as he slid to the floor, bereft of oxygen when the impact forced all the air out of his lungs. Duo kneeled next to him, even though the detective knew he shouldn’t have been able to walk across the room this fast.
“I’m very sorry, Heero. But I simply cannot let you kill me now,” Duo said quietly, a strange lilt to his voice.
The last thing Heero remembered was the shrill ringing of the phone.
AN: Just kidding. :P
