Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmares flowing into Dreams ❯ How could this Happen? ( Chapter 2 )

Merci beaucoup for showing interest in the story! I know nothing has really happened yet, but you can consider the first chapter a taste for what's to come. It's just a basic outline of Duo's life thus far.

 

Disclaimer: Oh come on, you know I don't own GW or any fairy taleness I use in this story.

 

Warning: OOCness with a few of the characters. It's all for the story, and I won't change anyone I don't have too. Dun worry, things get better.

 

Pairing: 1x2. More to come.

 

Nightmares flowing into Dreams

Chpt. 2

 

By Loup

 

Enraged amber stared back at hesitant amethyst. Nothing was said for many minutes, and the one sided death stare was doing all the talking. As Duo predicted, he was in trouble. BIG trouble. There was no way to describe how angry his step mum was at the moment. He dared not try either, or risk having his head slapped off. So the young man settled for looking like a deer caught in headlights. The background buzz of the TV could be heard. The news. Nice weather…but not a nice day.

 

“Who's going to fix that!?” A voice hissed at Duo. “Go on, guess…” The voice was deadly. If Relena's bothered you, this one could cause a mess in your pants. Duo grimaced, more for the fact that his mum's breathe smelt like coffee. Not because he was actually scared. Death glares and harsh words were part of his life. After a few years, things like this became the norm.

 

“If I answer right do I get a treat?” Was the cocky reply to his mum's interrogation.

 

Amber orbs narrowed to snake like slits, “You'd better watch yourself boy; I'm in no mood for your stupidity… Answer the damn question,” was added as an after thought.

 

A deep inhale of air was taking, and a moment later a lengthy exhale was given. Duo knew what he had to do; he simply didn't want to do it. Stalling would get him no where though, just in more trouble.

 

“Me,” he answered reluctantly.

 

“Exactly,” was the cold and firm reply. No room for arguments there. “You're lucky I'm only making you fix it. You ruined the wall! That cost money. Money that your greedy hands should not be getting. I'm now forced to get the supplies and fix the wall…All because of you.”

 

A frown and a dropping of brow indicated that Duo didn't agree with what was said. Greedy? Him? You've got to be joking. Furthermore, the lady was making it look like she was actually the one doing the labor. His tongue was held though.

 

“Now, I want you to go to town, stop by Lowe's, pick up the stuff need and come straight home. Got that? Don't stop, and don't you dare try one of your scams. I'm warning you, my patience is thin. Don't fuck up,” and with an air of finality, a plain white envelope was laid on the living room coffee table. No doubt it contains the money needed to repair the door and wall. His mum turned back to the TV, and this was a sign that the talk was definitely over. Duo didn't need another sign, and picked himself up off the couch.

 

He came to the stairwell; it was there he found his other step sister, Dorothy, staring gleefully down at him. Common sense told him that she had been there to hear the whole thing, and found it all quite amusing. The teen boy paused and looked up at Dorothy. That satisfied smile didn't leave her. She still wore her bathrobe. Her elbows were propped on clothed knees, and her hands supported the weight of her chin. For that moment, the pale blonde looked like the Cheshire cat, but creepy. Menacing.

 

Duo took his first step up the stairs, and seeing that nothing was happening yet, another was taken. Dorothy was one to give evil looks, but rarely said anything. Taking this into consideration, Duo swallowed his nervousness and finished his climb to the second level. Another set of stairs was taken after that to get to the third and finale level of the home. A breath that had been held was released. `How long have I been holding that?' Judging by the slight dizziness, for some time now.

 

Now in his room, Duo pulled on a pair of worn blue jeans. They slid easily up his thin frame, and rested comfortably on his hips. Next, he pulled on a random t-shirt that had been lying around; followed by the nearest pair of shocks. Pair of old, black, Chuck Taylors was pulled on over the socks. Over his shirt he placed a red hoodie. His waist length, thick, braid was undone and redone in 2 minutes flat. His hair was the thing he took the best care of, and normally was what he paid most attention too. So many times his family has threatened to cut it off as a punishment for his behavior. So many times he has practically killed anyone who dared touched it. It was one thing he would not tolerate to be violated.

 

Afterwards the boy sat on his bed for a moment, drifting into a pensive state. He had barely finished brushing his teeth that morning, before he was called down and his mum had a “talk” with him. A shiver ran down his back; His plait was then pulled over his shoulder in a comforting gesture. Things hadn't always been this bad. In fact, it started at what Duo considered perfect. When he was three, he still had his true mom. His father was around more often, and the three of them were happy in America. By the age of four, things fell apart. For even though Duo's mom was always cheerful and happy, her immune system was never the same after his birth. That winter took a toll on her, and pneumonia got her. It got her a permanent home six feet under. Shortly after, his father met his current step mum. The lady had been nice in the beginning, but after there marriage, things got bad for Duo. Her supposedly sweet daughters were horrible monsters. Not only that, but Duo was sure his mum was only married to his father for his money. For over a decade things have been like this. Go figure…

 

Now they were here. In France, trying to make a new life. A life that would not work. They had come to live here two years ago, when Duo was fifteen. It was a hard adjustment. Living his true home for a place that didn't speak English and for a remote home surrounded by forest. It was all so different. Yes, Duo's French was improving, and he had even made some friends, but nothing could compare to the concrete jungle of New York. Nothing.

 

“Damnit, Duo! Are you still in this house!?” A clear and pissed off voice floated up from the second floor.

 

The American jumped off his bed, and ran to the stairs. “I'm just on my way out!”

 

“Well, hurry! Get out!” By this time, Duo had already run past his mum, who was yelling from her second floor bedroom. One more flight of stairs was taken to the beginning level. A red blur ran past a reclining Relena, who had her vision glued to the TV set. In one hand she had a bagel sandwich, and in the other she had a blue sucker. Well she DID have a blue sucker. The red blur known as Duo had a dash of blue now added to it. How did that happen?

 

“MOM!”

 

And that was all that was heard as the braided teen left through the house's side door. Leaning against the wall was a silver vespa. Present from his father on his sixteenth birthday. How…European… A quick glance at a watch, grabbed on his way out of his room, told him it was now nine o'clock. He should be in town by nine thirty. A motor started after a matching helmet was placed upon chestnut lockes. After that, Duo was gone. His body and scooter disappeared into thick surrounding trees, but the echo of a motor did not leave for a while.

 

 

After getting to the main road, the ride was smooth, but full of ups and downs. France was not exactly a flat place. None the less, Duo enjoyed the peace and calm. Trees darted by him in a straight line along the road. It was a small road, but none the less man-made. It wove through the forest until it came to the main street of town. The town stood on the outskirts of the thick forest.

 

Brilliant eyes look from left to right. Some many rumors floated around this forest. Its dense foliage was said to hide something. Something great. Something terrifying. Something magical… Duo snorted; he definitely didn't believe such a thing. Sometimes he swore this area was stuck in the 1700's. It was the 21st century for crying out loud! Magical things just didn't exist now a day. Nor did they ever for that matter. So with a sigh, that could be considered wishful, Duo continued through the remote countryside. Nothing heard but the buzzing rumble of his vespa's motor.

 

Which was short lived…

 

It started with an irregular sputter of the engine. This of course was brushed off as a fluke, but when it repeated itself, Duo grimaced. Not good. Is if on cue, the vespa heaved and shuddered. In less than a minute Duo was slowing down; the engine had conked out. In what was two minutes, the young man came to a complete stop. Duo started down at his transportation. He was completely agape. For a few seconds he could only stare. `How could this happen!? What the hell do I do!?' The key was tested over and over, before a still shocked Duo leaned back and looked at his location. He wasn't even half way to his destination!

 

“I can't believe this happened…” Was his awestruck voice.

 

He had never had vespa problems. NEVER! And to have them now was borderline bizarre. His body moved away from the bike, and looked at it closely. It looked normal, the scooter did. Normal, except for a thin stream of smoke Duo noticed coming from the engine. He moved closer to the silver machine; seconds later, a nonchalant flick of the wrist had the engine displayed. A single poof of smoke came for, causing Duo to lean back temporarily to let the air clear. When it did, the motor was regarded with mild contempt. A slim hand reached out, only to dive into the machines blackness. It was all slick with oil and dirt, and for a moment Duo found nothing out of place. That is until he found it…

 

Greasy fingers came to rest on something not quite as solid as the engine's metal parts. This something was actually soft compared to everything. A curious Duo scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. What the hell? Whatever it was, it was in a thick clump. Widening eyes scrutinized the clump that was beginning to gather in his hand. A second later and second hand reached him to help the first. Both were pulling, and the mass collecting was getting bigger. Until many small snapping occurred. It sounded remarkably like many breaking strands.

 

Duo held the bulk closer to him. It was hard to tell what it was, for whatever it was matched well with the inky color of the engine. By now, eyes were the size of saucers and Duo's jaw fallen open.

 

No. Impossible. It has no right to be in there.

 

Hair. It was hair. Thick, dark, coarse hair strands. It was also short, but the mass was incredible. How could something like this collect in an engine? Duo gagged and tilted his hand down, letting the repulsive mane slid onto the ground…

 

You know, not only was mysterious hair found in the engine, but to top it off, that hair was not human.

 

Not hair. Fur.

 

 

Ok, I left a bit of a cliffhanger there. ^_^ Kinda reminds you of “The Ring”, doesn't it? As to what kind of fur that is, I'll leave that for next time. Yes, I know this is kinda show, but stay with me. Next chapter is when it picks up, and things will begin to flow. For now I leave you wondering WTF is going on. Until next time…