Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Black Queen ❯ Revelations 2 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.29.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 330 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.29.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 330 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 11-29-02
(The Black Queen - Chapter Three: Revelations 2)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Revelations 2
I'm alone.
"Glorious peace," I mutter, moving through the empty rooms. Heero has
been hijacked by Relena for a tour of the gardens. I know he's going
to be angry with me for backing out like I did, but I don't care.
I enjoy the solitude as I change out of my black traveling suit -
isn't it neat how women have all these specific outfits for each
activity? - and into a sleek black robe. Somehow, I manage to find
the bathroom within the mammoth apartments Relena allocated to us. I
take three bottles from the pocket of the robe and line them up on
the counter.
Shampoo, says one. Conditioner, reads the other. Prescription, calls
the last. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea. After checking the
time on my watch I take out one of the round pills and swallow it
without water.
Somehow, I'm not at all surprised Relena has stocked bars of soap and
hotel-sized bottles of shampoo in her guest bathrooms. I brought my
own kind all the way from L4; there's no way I'll use hers instead.
Thank you, Miss Peacecraft, but I'll use my own.
I hang the robe on the hook and avoid looking in the mirror, as I've
developed a severe disliking to my reflection. Snatching the
remaining two bottles off the counter, I get into the shower and
close the swirled glass door behind me.
Only in the security of the shower do I dare study the chaos of the
scars along both arms. From wrist to elbow the pale skin is crossed
with even paler marks, horrifying testament to the fury I once
inflicted there. That one moment shattering the peaceful life I had
been enjoying away from the terrors of water.
I very nearly killed myself, and I don't even remember if I was trying
to do that. I don't think I was, but I wasn't exactly thinking
clearly. Not clearly at all.
I turn on the water and reach up to uncoil my braid from its place
atop the soft mass of chestnut hair. I let the plait fall free,
enjoying the feeling of the thick rope hanging down my back before
slowly un-braiding it. The water clumps the hair together, denying me
the feeling of cascading waves, but I happily wash and lather my hair
anyways.
My lovely hair, singularly the source of so much pride and pain. I
blamed my hair for it all, and came close to loosing my precious
braid to rage. That's what I was originally trying to do when I gave
myself these scars.
I was only trying to cut my hair.
It was Sister Helen who first braided my hair. Dear Sister Helen,
whose name I stole and paired with Solo's. Orphaned and abandoned to
the streets, Solo watched over me at first. But when he was gone, I
somehow managed to be saved again, this time taken in my the Maxwell
Church, from which I stole my original last name. Even Duo I created,
a name to call myself when Solo died.
Sister Helen braided my hair for sanitary reasons, but I kept it that
way. At first for practical reasons, as away to keep it out of my way
when I performed my thievery, but later out of respect for the dead
Sister.
That it made me look more feminine was never a problem.
Until...
--------------------------------------- -------------------------------
Stepping out from the shower, I grab one of the fluffy white towels
and tie it around my head, squeezing the water out from my hair and
securely it atop my head like a turban. Yeah, I'm talented. I wrap
another towel around my body and walk back through the rooms to hunt
down my suitcase.
I just have one duffel bag, packed loosely with only a few pairs of
clothes. The narrow skirt and blouse I just took out, plus a few
other skirts and tops. Shuffling through the clothes, I realize I'll
have to buy more. Soon. Sighing, I pick out a comfortable sweater and
a long black skirt. Too bad we couldn't find any good pants in my
size in time. Maybe Relena will know of a few stores.
"Want me to braid your hair?" Heero asks as he steps into the room.
"I got it," I reply, nimble fingers already threading the wet
strands. "Have fun with Relena in the garden?" I ask innocently,
hardly able to resist grinning.
"You're a sick man, Duo," Heero grumbles.
His words, however good natured, send a chill down my spine. My
fingers freeze in mid-plait and I feel the blood rush from my face.
Sick Duo. You're a sick man. Sick. Crazy. I'm crazy, was crazy? Am
crazy. Heero's right. Is.
"Duo!" Heero shouts, grabbing my shoulders and giving a good shake.
The world slows its blackening spin and blink a few times to clear
away lingering spots. My fingers resume their frantic braiding, with
desperation now, instead of calm. Heero closes his hand over mine in
a rare display of affection, easing my fingers away from the hair.
"Are you going to wear that to dinner?" he asked gruffly. dragging us
both out of a dangerous situation.
It's a moment before I can respond, forcefully blocking out the panic
threatening at the edges of my frail hold with reality.
"Dinner?"
Heero nods, visibly relieved. "Relena invited us. Do you mind?"
"No, but I haven't really anything pretty to wear. You're bad at
picking out clothes, Heero."
"I'll take that as a compliment. You can borrow something of Relena's;
I think she's your size."
"Hardly!" I laugh, imagining myself in her pinks and frills. "Maybe
I'll just wear this and make Relena envious of my lush body. What do
you think, am I sexy? Heero?"
He glares in response, but I catch the faintest bit of amusement in
those cobalt hues. You're no match for the great Duo Maxwell, or the
equally talented Helen Solo, Mister Yuy.
------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
The halls are quiet, my soft black boots making little noise against
the smooth flooring. Marble: nice. After a dinner of forced cheer,
and having to put up with Relena, I'm glad to have a few moments to
myself. Soon the peace will get annoying, but Heero's around here
somewhere, I'm sure. All else fails, Relena's good for a few hours of
entertainment. She's fun to annoy.
"What are you doing here?"
I jump, thinking the question directed at me, but its too distant to
be meant for my ears.
"This is my house."
Recognizing the voices, I creep along the hall, peering through each
door until I locate the conversation. Heero's back is to the door,
and beyond him I can see Relena, standing close and I'm not liking
the look in her eye one bit. I'd thought her over her childish crush
on my Heero.
"Relena, stop it," Heero mutters, taking a step to the side. "I... I
don't even like women," he says in a barely audible voice, ears going
pinker than Relena's jacket.
"Don't give me that," Relena replies, voice coated with sugar and
honey, "After all, you like Duo, and he's a woman..."
"No, he's not! Don't say that, you don't understand."
"I understand he looks like one; acts like one, simpering around in
those high heels of his. If you can summon feelings for him, why can't
you for a real woman?"
I've heard enough. I step into the room, "Relena, Heero, I'm going
into town now. Do you need anything?"
They both freeze, eyes turning to me in surprise. Relena's look is
quickly turned to one of suspicion and challenge, while Heero goes
blank. No doubt trying to think of a suitable lie. I smile innocently,
making it clear I heard every word.
"Don't..." Heero starts to say, but I'm already gone. I don't want to
hear his excuses.
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
"I will just call," I say to the driver as I get out of the car. Like
hell I'll call, but anything to get the man to go back to Relena's.
As the sleek vehicle pulls away, I'm left standing there, black clad
and plain. The braid hangs down my back in a straight line, possibly
dangerous if someone's looking for me. Not that I think there's a
massive search for little ol' Duo Maxwell.
Clothes. I need new clothes. I had the driver take me to a classy
shopping mall, so if Heero asked where I went, he wouldn't be
concerned. Not that I care what Heero thinks. Let him be worried.
I realize with disappointment I can't afford any of expensive
merchandise they have at these stores. Stealing is an option, but I
can't take the risk. Just because there isn't a massive search
doesn't mean my finger prints won't bring up Duo's record and not
Helen's.
I set out walking, looking for a good store. Somewhere cheap, but
with nice things. Spotting one, I quickly maneuver through the
streets and the shop door right as the sales lady brandishes the
keys, "Oh, I'm afraid we're about to close..."
"That's okay, I'll only take a minute," I assure her, heading over to
the snazzy party clothes. Skimming over the racks quickly, I hunt for
anything suitable. I'm rapidly getting tired of skirts, and soon I
find a pair of black pants. They sparkle. How perfectly un-widowly.
Oh well, apologies to my fake dead husband.
"I'll just wear them out," I say to the sales lady, borrowing a pair
of scissors and snipping the tags off. Along with my new pants, which
look darn good, if I may say so, I've got a new top. Dark Burgundy
wine in color, tinted somewhere off to more purple than red, with
long, tight sleeves and a V neckline. It's slightly fuzzy. The tag
said it was velvet. Warm wash, machine dry, low tumble, no bleach.
"Oh, do you have shoes?" I ask suddenly, looking down to the boring
black boots. I pick out a pair of sturdy but delicate looking high
heels, perfect for dancing.
I part with my credits and leave with my old clothes in hand. I
abandon them to the nearest dumpster, not in the mood to hang on to
them any longer. I'd give them to a needy orphan, but I don't see
any. Why couldn't I have grown up here? Of course, I am still on the
good side of town. If there is a bad side.
It's still too early for any really good clubs. I could go back to
Relena's and continue simpering around in my sexy heels. Ha. This
whole thing has been a disaster, right from the start. The only thing
keeping me from just grabbing Heero and fleeing back to the comforts
of space is the knowledge that somewhere out there is Natasha.
It's a wild goose chase for her, but I owe her at least that much. My
former roommate, an enigma and a savior all rolled into one complex
package with crystal eyes. Her eyes were a pale blue, tilted to the
edges in a very cat-like manner.
I thought her dead. I thought her gone.
I need a drink.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: The left stack of papers, those I've already typed,
keeps getting bigger, but the right stack still looks huge. ^_^ yay,
that means I still have a while to go before I run out of pre-written
material. Of course, I'm adding and changing things as I type.
I'm glad to see some of the more rabid "Completing the Silence" fans
are embracing the sequel...yay!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
Email me to join my Update ML!
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(The Black Queen - Chapter Three: Revelations 2)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Revelations 2
I'm alone.
"Glorious peace," I mutter, moving through the empty rooms. Heero has
been hijacked by Relena for a tour of the gardens. I know he's going
to be angry with me for backing out like I did, but I don't care.
I enjoy the solitude as I change out of my black traveling suit -
isn't it neat how women have all these specific outfits for each
activity? - and into a sleek black robe. Somehow, I manage to find
the bathroom within the mammoth apartments Relena allocated to us. I
take three bottles from the pocket of the robe and line them up on
the counter.
Shampoo, says one. Conditioner, reads the other. Prescription, calls
the last. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea. After checking the
time on my watch I take out one of the round pills and swallow it
without water.
Somehow, I'm not at all surprised Relena has stocked bars of soap and
hotel-sized bottles of shampoo in her guest bathrooms. I brought my
own kind all the way from L4; there's no way I'll use hers instead.
Thank you, Miss Peacecraft, but I'll use my own.
I hang the robe on the hook and avoid looking in the mirror, as I've
developed a severe disliking to my reflection. Snatching the
remaining two bottles off the counter, I get into the shower and
close the swirled glass door behind me.
Only in the security of the shower do I dare study the chaos of the
scars along both arms. From wrist to elbow the pale skin is crossed
with even paler marks, horrifying testament to the fury I once
inflicted there. That one moment shattering the peaceful life I had
been enjoying away from the terrors of water.
I very nearly killed myself, and I don't even remember if I was trying
to do that. I don't think I was, but I wasn't exactly thinking
clearly. Not clearly at all.
I turn on the water and reach up to uncoil my braid from its place
atop the soft mass of chestnut hair. I let the plait fall free,
enjoying the feeling of the thick rope hanging down my back before
slowly un-braiding it. The water clumps the hair together, denying me
the feeling of cascading waves, but I happily wash and lather my hair
anyways.
My lovely hair, singularly the source of so much pride and pain. I
blamed my hair for it all, and came close to loosing my precious
braid to rage. That's what I was originally trying to do when I gave
myself these scars.
I was only trying to cut my hair.
It was Sister Helen who first braided my hair. Dear Sister Helen,
whose name I stole and paired with Solo's. Orphaned and abandoned to
the streets, Solo watched over me at first. But when he was gone, I
somehow managed to be saved again, this time taken in my the Maxwell
Church, from which I stole my original last name. Even Duo I created,
a name to call myself when Solo died.
Sister Helen braided my hair for sanitary reasons, but I kept it that
way. At first for practical reasons, as away to keep it out of my way
when I performed my thievery, but later out of respect for the dead
Sister.
That it made me look more feminine was never a problem.
Until...
--------------------------------------- -------------------------------
Stepping out from the shower, I grab one of the fluffy white towels
and tie it around my head, squeezing the water out from my hair and
securely it atop my head like a turban. Yeah, I'm talented. I wrap
another towel around my body and walk back through the rooms to hunt
down my suitcase.
I just have one duffel bag, packed loosely with only a few pairs of
clothes. The narrow skirt and blouse I just took out, plus a few
other skirts and tops. Shuffling through the clothes, I realize I'll
have to buy more. Soon. Sighing, I pick out a comfortable sweater and
a long black skirt. Too bad we couldn't find any good pants in my
size in time. Maybe Relena will know of a few stores.
"Want me to braid your hair?" Heero asks as he steps into the room.
"I got it," I reply, nimble fingers already threading the wet
strands. "Have fun with Relena in the garden?" I ask innocently,
hardly able to resist grinning.
"You're a sick man, Duo," Heero grumbles.
His words, however good natured, send a chill down my spine. My
fingers freeze in mid-plait and I feel the blood rush from my face.
Sick Duo. You're a sick man. Sick. Crazy. I'm crazy, was crazy? Am
crazy. Heero's right. Is.
"Duo!" Heero shouts, grabbing my shoulders and giving a good shake.
The world slows its blackening spin and blink a few times to clear
away lingering spots. My fingers resume their frantic braiding, with
desperation now, instead of calm. Heero closes his hand over mine in
a rare display of affection, easing my fingers away from the hair.
"Are you going to wear that to dinner?" he asked gruffly. dragging us
both out of a dangerous situation.
It's a moment before I can respond, forcefully blocking out the panic
threatening at the edges of my frail hold with reality.
"Dinner?"
Heero nods, visibly relieved. "Relena invited us. Do you mind?"
"No, but I haven't really anything pretty to wear. You're bad at
picking out clothes, Heero."
"I'll take that as a compliment. You can borrow something of Relena's;
I think she's your size."
"Hardly!" I laugh, imagining myself in her pinks and frills. "Maybe
I'll just wear this and make Relena envious of my lush body. What do
you think, am I sexy? Heero?"
He glares in response, but I catch the faintest bit of amusement in
those cobalt hues. You're no match for the great Duo Maxwell, or the
equally talented Helen Solo, Mister Yuy.
------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
The halls are quiet, my soft black boots making little noise against
the smooth flooring. Marble: nice. After a dinner of forced cheer,
and having to put up with Relena, I'm glad to have a few moments to
myself. Soon the peace will get annoying, but Heero's around here
somewhere, I'm sure. All else fails, Relena's good for a few hours of
entertainment. She's fun to annoy.
"What are you doing here?"
I jump, thinking the question directed at me, but its too distant to
be meant for my ears.
"This is my house."
Recognizing the voices, I creep along the hall, peering through each
door until I locate the conversation. Heero's back is to the door,
and beyond him I can see Relena, standing close and I'm not liking
the look in her eye one bit. I'd thought her over her childish crush
on my Heero.
"Relena, stop it," Heero mutters, taking a step to the side. "I... I
don't even like women," he says in a barely audible voice, ears going
pinker than Relena's jacket.
"Don't give me that," Relena replies, voice coated with sugar and
honey, "After all, you like Duo, and he's a woman..."
"No, he's not! Don't say that, you don't understand."
"I understand he looks like one; acts like one, simpering around in
those high heels of his. If you can summon feelings for him, why can't
you for a real woman?"
I've heard enough. I step into the room, "Relena, Heero, I'm going
into town now. Do you need anything?"
They both freeze, eyes turning to me in surprise. Relena's look is
quickly turned to one of suspicion and challenge, while Heero goes
blank. No doubt trying to think of a suitable lie. I smile innocently,
making it clear I heard every word.
"Don't..." Heero starts to say, but I'm already gone. I don't want to
hear his excuses.
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
"I will just call," I say to the driver as I get out of the car. Like
hell I'll call, but anything to get the man to go back to Relena's.
As the sleek vehicle pulls away, I'm left standing there, black clad
and plain. The braid hangs down my back in a straight line, possibly
dangerous if someone's looking for me. Not that I think there's a
massive search for little ol' Duo Maxwell.
Clothes. I need new clothes. I had the driver take me to a classy
shopping mall, so if Heero asked where I went, he wouldn't be
concerned. Not that I care what Heero thinks. Let him be worried.
I realize with disappointment I can't afford any of expensive
merchandise they have at these stores. Stealing is an option, but I
can't take the risk. Just because there isn't a massive search
doesn't mean my finger prints won't bring up Duo's record and not
Helen's.
I set out walking, looking for a good store. Somewhere cheap, but
with nice things. Spotting one, I quickly maneuver through the
streets and the shop door right as the sales lady brandishes the
keys, "Oh, I'm afraid we're about to close..."
"That's okay, I'll only take a minute," I assure her, heading over to
the snazzy party clothes. Skimming over the racks quickly, I hunt for
anything suitable. I'm rapidly getting tired of skirts, and soon I
find a pair of black pants. They sparkle. How perfectly un-widowly.
Oh well, apologies to my fake dead husband.
"I'll just wear them out," I say to the sales lady, borrowing a pair
of scissors and snipping the tags off. Along with my new pants, which
look darn good, if I may say so, I've got a new top. Dark Burgundy
wine in color, tinted somewhere off to more purple than red, with
long, tight sleeves and a V neckline. It's slightly fuzzy. The tag
said it was velvet. Warm wash, machine dry, low tumble, no bleach.
"Oh, do you have shoes?" I ask suddenly, looking down to the boring
black boots. I pick out a pair of sturdy but delicate looking high
heels, perfect for dancing.
I part with my credits and leave with my old clothes in hand. I
abandon them to the nearest dumpster, not in the mood to hang on to
them any longer. I'd give them to a needy orphan, but I don't see
any. Why couldn't I have grown up here? Of course, I am still on the
good side of town. If there is a bad side.
It's still too early for any really good clubs. I could go back to
Relena's and continue simpering around in my sexy heels. Ha. This
whole thing has been a disaster, right from the start. The only thing
keeping me from just grabbing Heero and fleeing back to the comforts
of space is the knowledge that somewhere out there is Natasha.
It's a wild goose chase for her, but I owe her at least that much. My
former roommate, an enigma and a savior all rolled into one complex
package with crystal eyes. Her eyes were a pale blue, tilted to the
edges in a very cat-like manner.
I thought her dead. I thought her gone.
I need a drink.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: The left stack of papers, those I've already typed,
keeps getting bigger, but the right stack still looks huge. ^_^ yay,
that means I still have a while to go before I run out of pre-written
material. Of course, I'm adding and changing things as I type.
I'm glad to see some of the more rabid "Completing the Silence" fans
are embracing the sequel...yay!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
Email me to join my Update ML!
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net