So, here is part 1 of the Untitled fic that I posted a while ago. Do
someone have any suggestions for the title? Anyway, enjoy your reading
Untitled Part 1
I open my eyes suddenly as something cold touches my forehead. Its dark outside the window; I must have been out for quite a long time if night has fallen already. Glancing around me, I realize that I am lying on the only bed in the room. Someone had bandaged the wound on my right shoulder and leg and bound my broken ribs; they have also changed me into clean clothes.
On the edge of the bed sits the long-haired boy I had seen in the mountains earlier. Next to him, on a table, is a bowl of cold water. He had just placed a cold, damp towel on my forehead when I woke. I feel so hot I must have a fever.
Im sorry! Did I wake you? The boy said apologetically. I wanted to put the towel on your head to try and bring your fever down.
I could simply push him away as I always do to those who try to help me. I never accept help of any kind from anyone, not even my friends, never mind a stranger, but I cant bring myself to refuse this youth in front of me. Something about this boy, he has some sort of charm that no one can resist.
Not even me.
Thanks, Was all I could manage to get out and that feels weird for me. Its rare that I take the time to thank someone for anything.
The violet-eyed boy gave me a sweet smile. No need. Do you have a name?
I prefer not to give my name to strangers, but he did help me so I decide to tell him. Heero Yuy,
Its a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yuy. I am Duo Duo Maxwell.
Hearing him call me Mr. Yuy brings a frown to my face, it sounds like hes addressing my father. No one calls me Mr. Yuy. My friends call me Heero, the servants call me Master Heero, but Mr. Yuy? That sounds so old.
Just Heero, would be fine, I tell him.
Sure, then you must call me, Duo.
I tense at the sound of someones footsteps outside the room. Damn! I never have liked being around strangers. Now that someone is trying to kill me I like it even less.
Mom? Is that you? Duo called out.
You know that it is me! Whats the point of asking such a silly thing? A woman entered the room, glaring half-heartedly at her son.
Well, just in case. The boy answered sheepishly.
Theres no doubt in my mind that these two are mother and son. Their faces are almost identical, the same long, wavy chestnut hair and vivid violet eyes. The same smile, too exactly the same. Actually, I would have to say they look more like siblings than mother and child.
I see that our guest has finally awoke, She said the smile never leaving her face. Well then, Ill go fetch something for you to eat.
Even though she looks so kind, I can see that she doesnt like having some stranger disturbing her peaceful life. Unlike Duo, she doesnt show the same enthusiasm that the boy does, theres a shade of annoyance in the way she acts. She makes me think that maybe shed like to be rid of me as soon as she can.
Duo I hesitate. Im not good at starting conversations with anyone, but I am curious.
How long have you been living here?
I was born here; Ive never left the mountain.
Not even once? I am surprised to learn this.
Dont you ever yearn to go and visit the town, even if its only once?
Of course I do, but well my mother, she doesnt want me to. Also, with these eyes, it would be rather difficult for me to walk around town, ne? A whisper of sadness crosses his features.
So, you really are
Blind? The long-haired boy smiles softly. Yes, I am. Its no secret.
I study the braided boy sitting in front of me. He seems so lonely and sad. A twinge of guilt stings me for bringing this up and right now all I want to do is wipe the sadness from his heart-shaped face.
I I am sorry
Nah! Dont be, Duo cuts of my sentence before I can finish. I dont mind it much anyway. He sighs loudly. Its just that Ive never been able to see, not from the time I was born. Sometimes, I just wish that I could see what the world around me looks like even if its only for one day that would make me so happy. Im sorry I am babbling nonsense.
No! No! Its alright! Yeah, it is. Thats odd. Im never willing to just sit and listen to people talk, not even friends, but this boy I find it comforting to listen to his voice. To listen to whatever he wishes to talk about.
The door opens again and the woman walks in with a tray full of food in her hands. Duo jumps up and rushes to his mothers side to help her. If you were to just watch the way he acts, youd never know that he couldnt see. He walks around with such ease and confidence that it doesnt show.
Bringing the tray to me, Duo urges me to eat with a bright smile. The food is delicious and actually quite fancy for what can be found in the mountains. Then again, maybe its because I have never eaten truly homemade food before. My mother died when I was very young so Ive never had the benefit of eating cooking like this.
While Im eating, Duo starts to talk. He is shy at first, not being used to talking with strangers after all he hasnt met many people outside of his mother. After a while, he starts to relax and talk to me more freely. During my meal, I learn a lot more about this boy, about his childhood, his dreams everything. He is so very cheerful and I find myself wondering how can he be this way? So optimistic even after all he had been through.
After supper, Duo clears away the tray and the dishes and takes them from the small room. When he returns he starts to prepare to go to bed. I watch him as he pulls a couple blankets and a pillow from the closet and starts to make a make shift bed on the cold floor.
Im still watching him as he lies down and prepares to go to sleep.
Duo? Youre going to sleep on the floor? I ask, almost in disbelief.
But, this is your bed right? I point down at the bed I am lying on. Well, I sure cant let a guest sleep on the floor, especially when that guest is injured.
But I dont feel right about repaying my hosts kindness by letting him sleep on the floor.
Its okay; I can deal with it fine. He shot me a reassuring smile.
It isnt that cold tonight anyway.
Id really like to convince him to sleep in the bed, but I cant find any arguments that I think would work. Alright then, I guess. Oyasumi, Duo.
Good night Heero.
I stare out the only small window of the room at the star filled sky.
I hope that my friends will be alright without me there.
The sound of soft snores fills the room and my vision starts to fade
away. My eyelids grow heavy and soon I am slipping off to sleep.
I am glad that I finally finished this part ^^ So, what do you think?