"...you're in no shape for it. You'd only slow me down."
"I'm sorry." What else can I say? He's right. I look down at the loose white shirt I'm wearing -- I couldn't stand to put anything else on over my bruises. They're marching up and down my arms, reminding me with every move I make. Hell.
He's saying something else. I look up at him, though I'm afraid to see censure in those unfathomable eyes of his. But he's brought me this far. He's done so much for me. What can I do but be grateful?
"You can go to school if you want."
That startles me. If I want? What good would that do? There's no base around here for me to try to get close to. There's no point in pretending to be normal.
"I've already enrolled in your name."
I open my mouth to say something, but he's already left the room. I stare after him, knowing full well I look like an idiot. Why? My head is buzzing with the question. Why would he do that? If he had to use any name, why mine? It took him long enough even to remember it.
But at the same time it makes perfect sense. He went to school with me, of course he would associate it with my name. School = Duo Maxwell. Being Normal = Duo Maxwell.
Something about that thought makes me warm. My head hurts too much to figure it out. Instead l turn to the window. Heero would object, but I'm thirty stories up, no-one will see me. I search the ground below, waiting to see if I can pick out him from the crowd.
I lean against the glass, letting its coldness ease the sting of my cuts and bruises. I hurt all over. I should feel like crap. Instead, I just feel warm.
Re: Destination
Date: 2006-02-22 09:15 am (UTC)"...you're in no shape for it. You'd only slow me down."
"I'm sorry." What else can I say? He's right. I look down at the loose white shirt I'm wearing -- I couldn't stand to put anything else on over my bruises. They're marching up and down my arms, reminding me with every move I make. Hell.
He's saying something else. I look up at him, though I'm afraid to see censure in those unfathomable eyes of his. But he's brought me this far. He's done so much for me. What can I do but be grateful?
"You can go to school if you want."
That startles me. If I want? What good would that do? There's no base around here for me to try to get close to. There's no point in pretending to be normal.
"I've already enrolled in your name."
I open my mouth to say something, but he's already left the room. I stare after him, knowing full well I look like an idiot. Why? My head is buzzing with the question. Why would he do that? If he had to use any name, why mine? It took him long enough even to remember it.
But at the same time it makes perfect sense. He went to school with me, of course he would associate it with my name. School = Duo Maxwell. Being Normal = Duo Maxwell.
Something about that thought makes me warm. My head hurts too much to figure it out. Instead l turn to the window. Heero would object, but I'm thirty stories up, no-one will see me. I search the ground below, waiting to see if I can pick out him from the crowd.
I lean against the glass, letting its coldness ease the sting of my cuts and bruises. I hurt all over. I should feel like crap. Instead, I just feel warm.