Title: corrosion of the minds
Notes: yuppers .more of that loverly corrosion stuff .I really need a life and a shrink. Oh well, there is a HUGE explanation for all this at: www.geocities.com/all_in_leather/gundamwing/ it is my page, BTW .so yah .also the other two parts are archived there jus in case you are wondering why these things seem to wonder from place to place without actually getting anywhere
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Corrosion of the minds, part 3
SO I guess that this is it, the end the ultimatum or something equally significant, right?
No, I didn't think so either.
Probably, why I am here, staring at him like that. As he pretends to be doing something Oh so important I grin. Everything he does is important I guess.
There is nothing worse then silence.
I know that it is a time where I am left to think.That is Ok.
I can think, I don't enjoy the topics that come up, but hey, reviewing them in my head just gives me another opportunity to practice what I am going to tell my shrink one of these days. What bothers me about silence is the prospect of it.
I mean consider it, silence, serenity, both those things are achieved by only one thing, death funny, I never would have considered myself that way. Although I suppose that there are depths to me, that even I am afraid to breach, to touch. Rather I stay stupidly above the surface staring at my bloodied reflection but all that is pointless, silence silence on the other hand is a terror in itself it is a good way to send one's sanity to hell in a hand basket, if you know what I mean (no, you are probably sane, so you don't lucky). After all only the dead are truly silent with them there is only the sound of rotting flesh...but that is hardly considered a sound, rather it is a smell so thick and sickly that you can almost see it drifting from their stiffened bodies. And then there is that quiet that mind boggling nothingness just silence, absolute and dead. No hearts beating no breaths no blood pumping rather it drains, like their lives that had been leached off of them.
So quiet at least he is not dead maybe it should be him that I christen Shinigami, after all his utter quiet his almost soundless coming and goings or maybe maybe he is not death, but rather dead.
"Oy Heero, what are you doing, and why are you doing it so late?"
He looks up at me, those blue eyes so alive in his almost deadly still body and everywhere is the sound of the dead.
"Aa ." I would talk really but everywhere I turn I can feel them trying to claw their way out of my mind and into my body. " eh Heero it is real quiet here ya know."
He glares at me, kind of as if saying that he agrees that is right up until I came into the room. I shrug, before walking up to him, and leaning on his shoulder sure enough he is writing up a mission report. Something something something that is all it says .lots of useless words why bother. I shrug before leaving the room.
Conclusion I need a conclusion. Past the chatting boys past the sinks
I need an end to these thoughts. The shower engulfs me in warm wetness, and soothing white noise.
"but then again, there are no such things as conclusions."
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Corrosion of the minds, part 4
Are you sure? He touches upon the white coffee mug, playing his fingers over the white ceramic.
Hai. Why would I not be? A flick of the wrist, throwing some hair out of his face pulling some strands away from his dull eyes.
I was just wondering how was your today?
I had a today? A mild chuckle emanates from pale lips his eyes darken.
The same as usual I guess kill this person blow up that building they don't call me Shinigami for nothing, you know
Aa are you saddened?
The boy shrugs, no really caring how hypocritical the answer is, when he says it smiling.
"I am very lonely."
Why don't you talk to him then?
"I guess I am frightened." Trembling fingers lift the white ceramic to his lips a tentative sip. Before the mug is hastily bought back down some of the white covered in blood.
" maybe I should take a shower."
"but that is why I am here."
"Aa too bad " He reaches with his fingers to the other, they stretching, coming closer to the other's confused face. The lips bent down in a slight frown of concentration.
Too bad what?
"Too bad about this that I am alone. Again"
Fingers hit cold glass, leaving Duo alone in the kitchen of the latest safe house. Starring at an emotionless mirror, while his victim's blood drips off his alabaster skin.
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