Title: Shiver
Author: Melcena (melcena@h...)
Warnings: Not much, yaoi and vampires... weird.
Archive? Don't know why you'd want to, but you can ask...
Notes: Well, I've figured out what I want to do with this... The little teaser part is reposted with minor revision, etc. This is completly AU (duh), probably a bit OOC and rotating POV (see part one)

 

//...// = lyrics. The song is "Nile's Edge" by Vast.

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It is twilight now. He feels dark wings fluttering, cold, where his heart used to be. He has not slept and he will not. He is vibrant with the new blood coursing through him.

But twilight is a time for remembrance. He cannot escape the shades that haunt him. He stands, waiting for moonrise. Perhaps when he finally does sleep he will once again dream of white flowers...

//Wandering eyes
Commitments never can last
It feels so cold to know our name//

 

***
DUO

A routine mission. Disrupt, distract, blow up. Not a challenge.

I feel loose today, easy, free, dangerous. As if I could change the sky on a whim. It's a silly feeling, I know, but I like it. It makes me feel young, and new despite the years.

I can see the convoy below me. With a few well-placed blows the whole thing is over. I wonder why they bothering sending us missions like these. Anyone can carry out such.

The trip back is uneventful, my mobile suit is hidden with no complications. It is almost dusk. No one is in the house when I return but I can hear them them in the back. A violin and a flute are playing a duet. I smile; when those two get into the music they're lost until the music is finished with them.

I walk out onto the porch quietly, not wanting to disturb them. Heero is sitting on the steps, leaning back on his elbows. I can tell by the way his head is tilted back that he is in one of his thinking moods. As I settle down besides him he opens his eyes and turns to look at him. He does not say anything but he does not need to. It is enough for both of us to simply be together.

Turning slightly I can see Wufei sitting by himself on the railing. He seems preoccupied. I start, noticing that Quatre has bowed the final chord and Trowa is putting away his intrument as well. They go back inside to replace the instruments and come back quickly.

Quatre tilts his head to the side, looking at Trowa. Moving to the taller form of his lover he wraps an arm about his waist and asks, "When is the last time you fed?"

Trowa is quiet, but that does not mean he is not speaking. They leave a little later to hunt.

I am not hungry, but I am restless - the stars are coming out and I need to feel the night air rushing against my skin. I stand pulling Heero along. "Lets go for a ride."

***

I love the way the wind feels rushing past. Heero's arms are tight around me but he would never admit that he is in the least discomfited. He has never liked motorcycles and does not understand my fascination with them.

::Duo.:: his voice is dry in my mind ::do you always have to drive so fast?::

I laugh, both aloud and silently. ::Would you expect anything else?::

A pause. Then, ::No.::

I smirk. My lover knows me well.

***

By the time we get back Wufei has gone up to his room, but Trowa and Quatre are not yet home. I shower quickly while Heero fiddles with is laptop and dry my hair while he takes his.

He comes out of the bathroom, hair still damp, and sits down on the bed beside me.

"I've been thinking," he begins, "about our Mother. How long is it, now, since she passed?"

I shrug. I've never really thought about it. Mother - to think of it, I do not think she ever told us her name - was just a constant. Either a constant presence or a constant absence. It was nothing I dwelled on.

Heero sighs, falls back onto the bed. I lean back, play with his hair. He is beautiful in the moonlight. I spend a several minutes just looking at him. He is younger than I - yet I have always been the least archaic, most informal of our group. I can remember the way we were before he came. I was never a loner, no, but I remember watching Quatre with Trowa and being jealous.

Wufei, on the other hand, has always kept himself a little aloof, a little seperate. Oh, we all know he cares, but he does not share his feelings as readily as do the rest of us. He is not so affectionate, nor does he go out of his way to do the little things - like the way Trowa will sometimes wash my motorcycle when he is washing his, or when Quatre writes up documents for the rest of us.

I wonder if he is jealous? If he was the one here, with Heero, I
would be jealous. But Wufei is not me.

Heero reaches up, and soon my I am no long reflecting on our family -
something much more important is on my mind.

***

His eyes glittered in the darkness but he did not cry. All the tears he possessed were long gone.

An ancient song as echoing through him, the slow strains growing faint. It was a song he had played for as long as he could remember. And soon, he knew, it would be time to let the song end.

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Wah, it's short, I'm sorry :/ I think I have the most trouble writing Duo - at least in something more serious, like this.

Figured out who it is yet?

Heh, I'm not sure if I should post the rest of it here; since parts 3-5 will be narrated by Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei, and this is turning out to be mainly introspective, so it won't be focusing too much on 1 and 2 anymore...

Plus this is all for today because I have to leave for work. <sigh>

Any ideas?

 

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