And as usual...
Dec. 11th, 2002 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwater... what I was trying to do didn't end up to be what I actually did. >_<;; This is just random ficbits that may or may not become actual fics. I so don't have time to indulge all these bunnies. It's an eclectic mix tonight... snogfics, regular bunnies, stuff like that. Oh, and they're separated for your reading pleasure... and so I can tell the damn things apart.
Edit: I forgot to type up snogficishness, so it's there now... and I think I'm obsessed with Duo. He's in damn near all of these ficbits.
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I met him on a Friday.
I knew it was Friday 'cuz the old broad on 5th, Petersen or something, always baked extra bread for the store on Fridays, so she didn't have to do it over the weekend. Fridays were the best day to try and lift something from her, but I think she had tagged me 'cuz everytime I got close to the store, she was there, swinging her broom at me like I was a pinata. 'Course, her chasing after me meant the rest of the gang could bust in and take stuff, so me having that hag on my tail for half a block wasn't such a bad thing.
I'd actually managed to knick a loaf of bread this time, the tattered broom bristles fluttering my hair as they passed over my head. I'd ducked down quick, and took off down the street. I was rounding the corner onto Press Street when I saw him. I skidded to a stop, leaning against the wall of the old Regent Theatre to make sure I wasn't being followed. I tore off a chunk of bread and stuffed it in my mouth. I had to save most of it for later tonight, to share with the others, but a bit now was desrved.
As I was chewing, I just watched him.
He was a scrawny kid, all elbows and knees, swinging his legs and humming as he sat on the faded bench of the bus stop. The buses never ran anymore, there wasn't enough money. Nobody actually sat on the benches anymore... not unless they were whinos sleeping off their drink, or druggies who didn't care what they were doing as long as they were high. But this kid... he wasn't a whino and he wasn't a druggie. I looked down the street and didn't see a pimp or an enforcer, so he wasn't a whore neither. He was just a kid, wearing a sweater that was too big for him, pushed up over his elbows. His pants were cuffed up, too. He looked clean and was bouncing a stuffed puppy on his lap, just humming to himself.
I wondered if he was crazy.
Finally, I sidled up to him. He didn't even look in my direction, just kept tugging on that damned puppy. That was my second clue. Nobody who lived on the streets was as clean as him. Nobody who lived on the streets lost track of their surroundings. This kid was way out of his league. He was younger than I had thought, maybe four, but still damned small. His brown hair was tucked behind his ears, getting shaggy like it'd been a while since he'd gotten it cut. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what a kid like him would be doing sitting at the bus stop.
"Hey, kid."
The kid didn't answer, but he stopped humming, cradling the stuffed toy against his chest.
"Hey, kid," I said again. "You deaf or somethin'?"
The kid hunched over, hugging the puppy tighter. "Mama said to not talk ta strangers."
Oh. So he was waitin' for his mom. What the fuck some broad was thinking, leaving her kid out, I don't know. There's lotsa stupid people on the colony. I think I've met most of them.
"Well, kid, your mom's not here right now, so she won't know," I said, leaning against the bus bench, "Where's your mom?"
The kid just shook his head and pointed his finger down the street. I turned to look, but there wasn't anybody out. It was getting near the night cycle, and nobody who was smart stayed out on the streets after dark unless you had business to do.
"I dun see her."
"Mama said she'd come back," the kid whispered. He was staring into the glossy black eyes of his toy.
I could feel something strange in my gut, twisting around like I ate something bad, or something wanted ta bust out. Shit... the kid'd been ditched, and he didn't even know. I'd seen this way too many times. Hell, even happened to me, 'cept instead of my mom leaving me on a bus bench, it was my dad who OD'ed on some bad shit. Fuck... what the hell was up with the adults? Weren't they supposed to protect us or some shit. Yeah, that's all it was... shit. Fuck the adults anyway... they'd never done anything for us.
I stood there, then shook my head to clear the thoughts. I reached out, putting my hand on the kid's too-long sleeve. "Look, kid... you better come with me."
The kid jerked his arm, rubbing the place as if he was gonna get cooties or something from me touching him, and curled up around the stuffed toy.
I admit I got sorta pissed then. "Your mom's not coming back," I snapped out, grabbing the kid's arm again.
"NO!" the kid screeched. It was then I saw something different about him. His eyes were narrowed at me, but it was the first time I'd seen them, and I realized they were purple. I'd never seen purple eyes before. I dropped my hold on his arm. But that thought went away when I saw the kid. HE was still sitting on the bench, still clutching the puppy to his chest, but there was something different about him... something that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. "My mama's coming back! She said she would! She said! She did! You're a bad person and a stranger and I'm not supposed ta talk ta strangers!"
I couldn't say anything about that. I'd seen his type, too, the ones that hoped their parents would come back. They were all idiots. I shrugged, shaking off the bad feeling I had.
"Fine, kid, your funeral. Don't say I didn't warn ya."
I walked away then, towards the place where the gang was staying. Poor kid, was all I could think. He'd probably be dead by morning. If it wasn't the crazies or the pimps or the drug runners, the Federation would get him. I sniffed, making sure the loaf of bread was still tucked away. Damn kid... what the hell was he waiting for anyway?
I can admit when I'm wrong.
He sat there, on that damned bus bench with a stuffed puppy on his lap, for the whole weekend and no one touched him.
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He pressed a damp washcloth against the fevered brow. Then, removing the cloth, he leaned down and pressed his lips against the same spot. A chaste, loving kiss.
It did nothing.
With a sigh, Quatre continued to bathe his love's sweaty face. The doctor *did* say that head wounds were complicated. An icy trail danced down Quatre's spine. What if he never woke up again? What if his injury was more serious than it appeared? What if -- the Arabian viciously cut off that line of thought. Such thinking would do no good. All he could do was wait here, patiently, and hope that his love would awaken once more.
How long had it been, since he'd seen those jewel-bright eyes looking in his direction? It was a melancholy thought, but Quatre was a patient man. He reached out, taking up one slack hand in his own pale grip and squeezing those unresponsive fingers lightly.
"I know you'll wake up soon, my love," Quatre said softly. He pressed a kiss against the limp knuckles. "I've been such a fool. I've wasted so much time. We could have been so happy right now, not at odds like this. You have to wake up. You have to. So I can make it all right again. I won't lose you. I won't!"
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The little boy sniffled, rubbing his face, trying to remove the traces of his tears. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair that none of the villagers' children liked him. Even the children at the orphanage avoided him like plague, whispering and teasing him, saying mean things in his presence. He wasn't the spawn of the devil! He wasn't bad luck! But still... it hurt that no one wanted to be his friend. Only the Father and the Sister showed him any affection, and even that was limited because of all the work they had to do. He shouldn't be so selfish... he was lucky he had a roof over his head and food in his belly. But still...
"I wish I had a friend," Duo whispered, burying his face into his hands. He sat there for a long while, not caring that the day was getting late and that Sister Helen was probably at her wit's end trying to find him. No one in the orphange wanted him anyway.
The sound of a stick breaking drew Duo's attention, and he looked up quickly. With a fervent wish that it wasn't another child who would make fun of him for crying, Duo cast his violet eyes across the forest.
And he gasped.
There, standing nearly hidden behind the thick bushes, was a unicorn.
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"You bastard!" Duo yelled. His hand reached out for the nearest thing available, and then the heavy vase that had been an apartment-warming present was sailing through the air. Heero dodged the projectile and it smashed against the wall. "You fucking break into my apartment and nearly give me a heart attack and now you have the BALLS to tell me how to live my life?! Fuck you, Yuy! I'm not your bitch anymore!"
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Heero snapped out, dodging the hardbound book that went sailing past his ear. "You walked out on me, Maxwell! Three years and you walked out on me! I deserve an explanation!"
"EXPLAIN THIS!" Duo threw his favorite iron skillet at his former lover.
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"Holy hell," Duo swore, idly rubbing one of his wrists. "Whoever said that sex in zero G was fun should be shot. I should track that fucker down myself and pull out every single hair on his body."
Trowa looked up from where he was pulling on his jeans, cupping his recently used piece of anatomy carefully and zipping up the fly. "It wasn't that bad," he said mildly.
Duo frowned at him. He planted his bare feet on the ceiling and pushed, strong legs giving him the momentum to cross the shuttle cabin and put him eye to eye with the other young man. Of course, Duo was upside down, but in zero G, things like that didn't really matter.
"Huh, a fine thing for you to say! You weren't the one who was getting pounded into the bulkhead. I'm gonna have real interesting bruises from that."
The green-eyed man just smiled a little, watching the American as he floated naked through the space of the cabin. Because of the lessened gravity, Duo's braid floated off on its own, as if it could get up and walk away. With a glint in his eyes, Trowa pushed off the wall and reached out, snagging Duo's braid in his hand. He gave a sharp pull. Duo screeched in pain as he was dragged through the empty air. Trowa silenced him with his own lips, transferring his hold to Duo's shoulders to keep him in place. The American's hands trailed down him back and chest. Trowa supposed that it must have been an interesting tableau; Duo upside down and completely naked, toes skimming against the ceiling of the shuttle, Trowa, half-dressed, clutching his shoulders, seeming to hang sideways in Duo's embrace.
When violet eyes met emerald, Trowa ran his hands down Duo's body. "One more?"
Duo shrugged. "I get to top this time. Gotta give you a matching set of bruises after all."
Edit: I forgot to type up snogficishness, so it's there now... and I think I'm obsessed with Duo. He's in damn near all of these ficbits.
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I met him on a Friday.
I knew it was Friday 'cuz the old broad on 5th, Petersen or something, always baked extra bread for the store on Fridays, so she didn't have to do it over the weekend. Fridays were the best day to try and lift something from her, but I think she had tagged me 'cuz everytime I got close to the store, she was there, swinging her broom at me like I was a pinata. 'Course, her chasing after me meant the rest of the gang could bust in and take stuff, so me having that hag on my tail for half a block wasn't such a bad thing.
I'd actually managed to knick a loaf of bread this time, the tattered broom bristles fluttering my hair as they passed over my head. I'd ducked down quick, and took off down the street. I was rounding the corner onto Press Street when I saw him. I skidded to a stop, leaning against the wall of the old Regent Theatre to make sure I wasn't being followed. I tore off a chunk of bread and stuffed it in my mouth. I had to save most of it for later tonight, to share with the others, but a bit now was desrved.
As I was chewing, I just watched him.
He was a scrawny kid, all elbows and knees, swinging his legs and humming as he sat on the faded bench of the bus stop. The buses never ran anymore, there wasn't enough money. Nobody actually sat on the benches anymore... not unless they were whinos sleeping off their drink, or druggies who didn't care what they were doing as long as they were high. But this kid... he wasn't a whino and he wasn't a druggie. I looked down the street and didn't see a pimp or an enforcer, so he wasn't a whore neither. He was just a kid, wearing a sweater that was too big for him, pushed up over his elbows. His pants were cuffed up, too. He looked clean and was bouncing a stuffed puppy on his lap, just humming to himself.
I wondered if he was crazy.
Finally, I sidled up to him. He didn't even look in my direction, just kept tugging on that damned puppy. That was my second clue. Nobody who lived on the streets was as clean as him. Nobody who lived on the streets lost track of their surroundings. This kid was way out of his league. He was younger than I had thought, maybe four, but still damned small. His brown hair was tucked behind his ears, getting shaggy like it'd been a while since he'd gotten it cut. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what a kid like him would be doing sitting at the bus stop.
"Hey, kid."
The kid didn't answer, but he stopped humming, cradling the stuffed toy against his chest.
"Hey, kid," I said again. "You deaf or somethin'?"
The kid hunched over, hugging the puppy tighter. "Mama said to not talk ta strangers."
Oh. So he was waitin' for his mom. What the fuck some broad was thinking, leaving her kid out, I don't know. There's lotsa stupid people on the colony. I think I've met most of them.
"Well, kid, your mom's not here right now, so she won't know," I said, leaning against the bus bench, "Where's your mom?"
The kid just shook his head and pointed his finger down the street. I turned to look, but there wasn't anybody out. It was getting near the night cycle, and nobody who was smart stayed out on the streets after dark unless you had business to do.
"I dun see her."
"Mama said she'd come back," the kid whispered. He was staring into the glossy black eyes of his toy.
I could feel something strange in my gut, twisting around like I ate something bad, or something wanted ta bust out. Shit... the kid'd been ditched, and he didn't even know. I'd seen this way too many times. Hell, even happened to me, 'cept instead of my mom leaving me on a bus bench, it was my dad who OD'ed on some bad shit. Fuck... what the hell was up with the adults? Weren't they supposed to protect us or some shit. Yeah, that's all it was... shit. Fuck the adults anyway... they'd never done anything for us.
I stood there, then shook my head to clear the thoughts. I reached out, putting my hand on the kid's too-long sleeve. "Look, kid... you better come with me."
The kid jerked his arm, rubbing the place as if he was gonna get cooties or something from me touching him, and curled up around the stuffed toy.
I admit I got sorta pissed then. "Your mom's not coming back," I snapped out, grabbing the kid's arm again.
"NO!" the kid screeched. It was then I saw something different about him. His eyes were narrowed at me, but it was the first time I'd seen them, and I realized they were purple. I'd never seen purple eyes before. I dropped my hold on his arm. But that thought went away when I saw the kid. HE was still sitting on the bench, still clutching the puppy to his chest, but there was something different about him... something that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. "My mama's coming back! She said she would! She said! She did! You're a bad person and a stranger and I'm not supposed ta talk ta strangers!"
I couldn't say anything about that. I'd seen his type, too, the ones that hoped their parents would come back. They were all idiots. I shrugged, shaking off the bad feeling I had.
"Fine, kid, your funeral. Don't say I didn't warn ya."
I walked away then, towards the place where the gang was staying. Poor kid, was all I could think. He'd probably be dead by morning. If it wasn't the crazies or the pimps or the drug runners, the Federation would get him. I sniffed, making sure the loaf of bread was still tucked away. Damn kid... what the hell was he waiting for anyway?
I can admit when I'm wrong.
He sat there, on that damned bus bench with a stuffed puppy on his lap, for the whole weekend and no one touched him.
---------------------------------------
He pressed a damp washcloth against the fevered brow. Then, removing the cloth, he leaned down and pressed his lips against the same spot. A chaste, loving kiss.
It did nothing.
With a sigh, Quatre continued to bathe his love's sweaty face. The doctor *did* say that head wounds were complicated. An icy trail danced down Quatre's spine. What if he never woke up again? What if his injury was more serious than it appeared? What if -- the Arabian viciously cut off that line of thought. Such thinking would do no good. All he could do was wait here, patiently, and hope that his love would awaken once more.
How long had it been, since he'd seen those jewel-bright eyes looking in his direction? It was a melancholy thought, but Quatre was a patient man. He reached out, taking up one slack hand in his own pale grip and squeezing those unresponsive fingers lightly.
"I know you'll wake up soon, my love," Quatre said softly. He pressed a kiss against the limp knuckles. "I've been such a fool. I've wasted so much time. We could have been so happy right now, not at odds like this. You have to wake up. You have to. So I can make it all right again. I won't lose you. I won't!"
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The little boy sniffled, rubbing his face, trying to remove the traces of his tears. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair that none of the villagers' children liked him. Even the children at the orphanage avoided him like plague, whispering and teasing him, saying mean things in his presence. He wasn't the spawn of the devil! He wasn't bad luck! But still... it hurt that no one wanted to be his friend. Only the Father and the Sister showed him any affection, and even that was limited because of all the work they had to do. He shouldn't be so selfish... he was lucky he had a roof over his head and food in his belly. But still...
"I wish I had a friend," Duo whispered, burying his face into his hands. He sat there for a long while, not caring that the day was getting late and that Sister Helen was probably at her wit's end trying to find him. No one in the orphange wanted him anyway.
The sound of a stick breaking drew Duo's attention, and he looked up quickly. With a fervent wish that it wasn't another child who would make fun of him for crying, Duo cast his violet eyes across the forest.
And he gasped.
There, standing nearly hidden behind the thick bushes, was a unicorn.
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"You bastard!" Duo yelled. His hand reached out for the nearest thing available, and then the heavy vase that had been an apartment-warming present was sailing through the air. Heero dodged the projectile and it smashed against the wall. "You fucking break into my apartment and nearly give me a heart attack and now you have the BALLS to tell me how to live my life?! Fuck you, Yuy! I'm not your bitch anymore!"
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Heero snapped out, dodging the hardbound book that went sailing past his ear. "You walked out on me, Maxwell! Three years and you walked out on me! I deserve an explanation!"
"EXPLAIN THIS!" Duo threw his favorite iron skillet at his former lover.
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"Holy hell," Duo swore, idly rubbing one of his wrists. "Whoever said that sex in zero G was fun should be shot. I should track that fucker down myself and pull out every single hair on his body."
Trowa looked up from where he was pulling on his jeans, cupping his recently used piece of anatomy carefully and zipping up the fly. "It wasn't that bad," he said mildly.
Duo frowned at him. He planted his bare feet on the ceiling and pushed, strong legs giving him the momentum to cross the shuttle cabin and put him eye to eye with the other young man. Of course, Duo was upside down, but in zero G, things like that didn't really matter.
"Huh, a fine thing for you to say! You weren't the one who was getting pounded into the bulkhead. I'm gonna have real interesting bruises from that."
The green-eyed man just smiled a little, watching the American as he floated naked through the space of the cabin. Because of the lessened gravity, Duo's braid floated off on its own, as if it could get up and walk away. With a glint in his eyes, Trowa pushed off the wall and reached out, snagging Duo's braid in his hand. He gave a sharp pull. Duo screeched in pain as he was dragged through the empty air. Trowa silenced him with his own lips, transferring his hold to Duo's shoulders to keep him in place. The American's hands trailed down him back and chest. Trowa supposed that it must have been an interesting tableau; Duo upside down and completely naked, toes skimming against the ceiling of the shuttle, Trowa, half-dressed, clutching his shoulders, seeming to hang sideways in Duo's embrace.
When violet eyes met emerald, Trowa ran his hands down Duo's body. "One more?"
Duo shrugged. "I get to top this time. Gotta give you a matching set of bruises after all."
