This is something that I created within the walls of my
twisted mind. It's much longer, and hopefully it will be
extremelly bloody. I like to write, and I usually don't
write gore and horror, but.. this is just something I had
to do. This is only the first part, but there is much more
to come. This entire fic takes place during the hours of a
single night, so please do not let anything time related
confuse you. Please read + reveiw.
Warnings: Gore, Shounen Ai, Language, Depressing Content,
dark.
Pairings: 1 x 2, reference to 3 x 4.
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† .Blood. and. .Butterflies. †
.. By Seph Lorraine ..
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Life is hell. Shadows that come from within the darkness
feed on our souls. Slowly they suck your spirit from your
body until there's nothing left... Just a shallow being,
dwelling in the darkness. Becoming one with our shadows.
This is life. Life is hell.
He was an illusion of happiness. To everyone he knew, he
was the loud obnoxious one. The one who got in the way.
The one who had nothing to worry about, other than who was
going to entertain him that day. He was the one that was
engulfed in bordem. He was normally the happiest teenager
of the five gundam pilots. The joker.
It wasn't true... any of it.
The days were bright and filled with heat. For Duo, the
daylight held the weight of fraud and seclusion as well.
The wars were heating up around the colonies and all of
the other pilots had been called on missions numerous
times for quite a while. Duo, having only been on about
three in the last few months was slowly finding himself
alone more often than he was accustomed too. He wasn't
complaining, but at the same time he wasn't jumping for
joy either.
It had all started a few months ago when Duo had realized
the reason he was so miserable around the others. It was
that stoic brown haired boy. The one that never smiled.
He wasn't sure why, but he gave the American a feeling
of defeat that seemed to wash over him whenever they were
in the same room together... whenever he saw him. It was
a feeling. Like he was suffocating, like he was about to
scream, though he had formed a plan to avoid this. He just
had to stay away from Heero Yuy.
The street was quiet, and the streetlight on the cornor
glowed, giving a dim orange haze to the street. He could
hear nothing, except for a chill breeze that whistled
quietly, and his own footsteps against the wet pavement.
It had rained that day.
It was 10 PM and the braided pilot, shivered in his thin
jacket as the breeze gained strength. He hurried his pace,
to a sort of jog. He slowed after a few minutes as he
passed an old church. It looked creepy from the street,
it's windows cracked and stained, the lights were out, and
the church was no longer in use from the look of it. The
wind seemed to stop him as he looked to the two front
windows, as if beckoning him into the dark courtyard of
the church. His eyes caught on a small glow of eerie white
in the second window. He squinted to get a better look.
The boy was ghostly pale and his face was narrow and sullen.
His eyes were cole black. The boy's eyes were transfixed on
something. Something in the street... "Duo."
Duo's breath caught mid-sentence. He blinked staring at the
ghostly figure. When he reopened his eyes... the boy was gone.
Duo's face was a puzzle of confusion and shock as he continued
to stare at the black window, he coughed, brushing a hand
against across his cold face. He quickly turned and walked
right into something. A man. Duo blinked and looked up.
A cold chill ran up his spine as his eyes met the arctic
stare of the man he had run into. Icy blue eyes locked hold
on Duo's alert brown stare when the braided pilot looked up.
"H-Heero?" Duo shivered, "S-Sorry, about that. I didn't know
you were there..." He took a deep breath, with difficulty.
The other pilot cocked a brow in a very unamused manner. "I
called you three times, and you didn't pick up the phone, so
I was coming to get you."
"Oh... Sorry! Quatre called me just a minute ago." Duo
shrugged, chill bumps developing on his arms and legs, even
through his clothes. "I guess I just didn't hear the phone
when you called or something."
'Or didn't want to answer it.' A headache began to pulse
in Duo's head, getting stronger with every beat.
Inside, Duo gave a sigh of releif when Heero moved his icy
gaze towards the church. "What were you looking at, anyway?"
Heero's monotone voice and stoic expression gave no hint
of actually caring.
'He wouldn't care anyway. Why even answer...' The braided
resisted the urge to sigh, as his ache in his head increased
rapidly. 'God... I need to get away from him...'
"A ghost." Duo chuckled, falsly, feeling that long hated
feeling of suffocation, and turned, starting back on his walk
to Quatre's. His head spun lightly, and his chest heaved
silently for breath. 'Damn you, Heero.'
No reply came from Heero, as he followed behind. The boy
just paused breifly once in a while glancing back at the
church.
twisted mind. It's much longer, and hopefully it will be
extremelly bloody. I like to write, and I usually don't
write gore and horror, but.. this is just something I had
to do. This is only the first part, but there is much more
to come. This entire fic takes place during the hours of a
single night, so please do not let anything time related
confuse you. Please read + reveiw.
Warnings: Gore, Shounen Ai, Language, Depressing Content,
dark.
Pairings: 1 x 2, reference to 3 x 4.
------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------
† .Blood. and. .Butterflies. †
.. By Seph Lorraine ..
------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------
Life is hell. Shadows that come from within the darkness
feed on our souls. Slowly they suck your spirit from your
body until there's nothing left... Just a shallow being,
dwelling in the darkness. Becoming one with our shadows.
This is life. Life is hell.
He was an illusion of happiness. To everyone he knew, he
was the loud obnoxious one. The one who got in the way.
The one who had nothing to worry about, other than who was
going to entertain him that day. He was the one that was
engulfed in bordem. He was normally the happiest teenager
of the five gundam pilots. The joker.
It wasn't true... any of it.
The days were bright and filled with heat. For Duo, the
daylight held the weight of fraud and seclusion as well.
The wars were heating up around the colonies and all of
the other pilots had been called on missions numerous
times for quite a while. Duo, having only been on about
three in the last few months was slowly finding himself
alone more often than he was accustomed too. He wasn't
complaining, but at the same time he wasn't jumping for
joy either.
It had all started a few months ago when Duo had realized
the reason he was so miserable around the others. It was
that stoic brown haired boy. The one that never smiled.
He wasn't sure why, but he gave the American a feeling
of defeat that seemed to wash over him whenever they were
in the same room together... whenever he saw him. It was
a feeling. Like he was suffocating, like he was about to
scream, though he had formed a plan to avoid this. He just
had to stay away from Heero Yuy.
The street was quiet, and the streetlight on the cornor
glowed, giving a dim orange haze to the street. He could
hear nothing, except for a chill breeze that whistled
quietly, and his own footsteps against the wet pavement.
It had rained that day.
It was 10 PM and the braided pilot, shivered in his thin
jacket as the breeze gained strength. He hurried his pace,
to a sort of jog. He slowed after a few minutes as he
passed an old church. It looked creepy from the street,
it's windows cracked and stained, the lights were out, and
the church was no longer in use from the look of it. The
wind seemed to stop him as he looked to the two front
windows, as if beckoning him into the dark courtyard of
the church. His eyes caught on a small glow of eerie white
in the second window. He squinted to get a better look.
The boy was ghostly pale and his face was narrow and sullen.
His eyes were cole black. The boy's eyes were transfixed on
something. Something in the street... "Duo."
Duo's breath caught mid-sentence. He blinked staring at the
ghostly figure. When he reopened his eyes... the boy was gone.
Duo's face was a puzzle of confusion and shock as he continued
to stare at the black window, he coughed, brushing a hand
against across his cold face. He quickly turned and walked
right into something. A man. Duo blinked and looked up.
A cold chill ran up his spine as his eyes met the arctic
stare of the man he had run into. Icy blue eyes locked hold
on Duo's alert brown stare when the braided pilot looked up.
"H-Heero?" Duo shivered, "S-Sorry, about that. I didn't know
you were there..." He took a deep breath, with difficulty.
The other pilot cocked a brow in a very unamused manner. "I
called you three times, and you didn't pick up the phone, so
I was coming to get you."
"Oh... Sorry! Quatre called me just a minute ago." Duo
shrugged, chill bumps developing on his arms and legs, even
through his clothes. "I guess I just didn't hear the phone
when you called or something."
'Or didn't want to answer it.' A headache began to pulse
in Duo's head, getting stronger with every beat.
Inside, Duo gave a sigh of releif when Heero moved his icy
gaze towards the church. "What were you looking at, anyway?"
Heero's monotone voice and stoic expression gave no hint
of actually caring.
'He wouldn't care anyway. Why even answer...' The braided
resisted the urge to sigh, as his ache in his head increased
rapidly. 'God... I need to get away from him...'
"A ghost." Duo chuckled, falsly, feeling that long hated
feeling of suffocation, and turned, starting back on his walk
to Quatre's. His head spun lightly, and his chest heaved
silently for breath. 'Damn you, Heero.'
No reply came from Heero, as he followed behind. The boy
just paused breifly once in a while glancing back at the
church.