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"Amanhã "Written By: Painted Smile Disclaimer: Not mine Rating: PG 13 Warnings: Some violence, yaoi, supernatural theme Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: Sudden storms, disappearances, murders.
Strange creatures and even stranger animals on the streets. Duo knows
something wierds happening, and he knows the other pilots know what
it is. But they won't tell him. Amanhã Part 2 My eyes jerked open, and I froze. Soldier’s reflex. It was just Heero. Leaving the room. At three in the morning. He did this last night too. And the night before. Which was the night I saw those….. wolves. I followed him last night. He went to Trowa and Quatre’s room. Wufei went there too. But when I tried to eaves-drop, I found myself walking away, and getting back in bed. For no reason. Is it just me, or is there something going on here, that no one wants me to know about? I’m sure Quat at least knows what that vampire guy was. That’s it. I’m going out. They can have their little secret meetings. I get out, get dressed, and stalk into the corridor. I pause, considering whether to slam the door. Maybe not. Heero’s been on edge lately, and I don’t want to set him off. I’m taking the stairs. The elevator’s still out. The fire changed direction at the last minute, but it’s still burning strong. God, I’m learning to hate these stairs. Standing outside the building, I glance down the street. Most people evacuated when the fire got close, so it’s pretty much deserted. There’s a neat little park, about 2 km’s away. About right for me, right now. It was cold. The black clouds which had hung so ominously, were finally fading. I cold see patches of blue-black sky, and needles of white light through the gaps. Funny, how the stars are always brightest early in the morning. You’d think they’d shine brighter at midnight, wouldn’t you? Just one of those things, I suppose. The only sound in the street was my footfalls. The moon was at my back, and my shadow was stretching before me. Something I learnt on L2. Always watch the shadows. The park was silvered by the moon, and the shifting shadows of the trees, made it seem as though the whole thing was alive. I sat on one of the swings, slowly rocking back and forth. It’s a habit I’ve always had, walking at night. Everything’s quiet and still, and cold. Solitary. Right now, considering how left out I felt, solitary was the way to go. Staring at my shoes, and the tanbark surrounding them, I heard a soft, whispering noise. No words, but a whisper nonetheless. I looked up. Hovering right in front of me, was a softly glowing light. It began to float away from me, towards the edge of the park. I followed, without really knowing why. I was sort of in a daze. Not awake, but not sleeping either. I knew what was happening. I just didn’t care. But I wanted to follow that light. I didn’t want to be left alone….. in the dark….. I think I must’ve blacked out. One minute, I was leaving the park. The next, I was staring at a house. A burning house. Flames were licking along the roof, racing through the garden. As I watched, the shed collapsed with a creaking groan. Sparks flickered up into the dark sky. One floated over my head, falling slowly through the air, to land next to my feet. I didn’t even blink. I wanted to go in there. The light was in there. I knew it. I was going in. I started forward, but my shoulder was grabbed and I was spun roughly around. I stared blankly at the face, then spun back, towards the burning house. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew that face. Not important. I had to find the light. But, once again, my shoulder was grabbed, and I found myself facing the opposite way to the one I wanted to go. This time my other shoulder was grabbed as well, holding me still. Vaguely familiar eyes searched my face. “Will o’ the wisp.” A cold voice told his companion. Another face moved in behind the first. This one’s shock of pale gold hair, I had definitely seen that before. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the light. I had to get in there after it. “Duo?” “He’s not hearing you. We’ll have to get him home to Trowa.” * “Urgh….” My head. It’s dead. No. It hurts too much to be dead. Forcing my eyes open, I stared groggily at the anxious face, hanging above my head. “Morning, sunshine.” I rasped. Shit, what happened to my throat? “Duo!” Quatre’s delighted squeal ripped through my thoughts. I let out an incoherent moan. “Wha….. what happened?” I asked slowly. I saw Quatre hesitate. “Out with it.” I ground out. “You breathed in a lot of smoke, and it burnt your throat.” He informed me. Nice try Quat. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” I accused. He avoided my gaze. “Duo….. not now, ok? When the others get back.” I was sick of this. Sick of not knowing what the hell was going on, sick of being left out, sick of all the whispering in corners. I wanted to know. “Quat, I almost walked into a burning building. I _wanted_ to go into it. And I don’t know why. I thought I was following a light. I know that you know what happened. I know that Heero knows. I know Wufei knows, and I know Trowa knows. If you don’t want to tell me why I almost died, fine. But don’t drop hints, and don’t do the little secret meetings in the middle of the night.” I felt kind of bad when I saw his face, but right now, I was too pissed off to care. Every word I said, his face got pinker and pinker. He looked down. He almost seemed ashamed. But when I mentioned the meetings, his head snapped up. “You know about that?” I snorted. “’Bout the only thing I do know. It’s a bit hard not to notice when your roommate leaves in the middle of the night for three days straight.” The door swung open. Heero trooped in, followed by the other two pilots. “Well?” Heero asked Quatre, not even glancing at me. “He remembers.” The little blond replied glumly. Heero nodded sharply. Wufei swore in Chinese. Trowa, you guessed it, was silent. “So. Are you gonna tell me what’s going on now?” I asked as loudly as I could. Heero glanced at the others. ‘He’ll figure it out sooner or later’ I saw Quat mouth silently. “Duo. Three days ago, the murder you saw was committed by a vampire. Like you guessed.” Heero told me bluntly. What pain-killers was I on? Clearly, they weren’t working and they were giving me hallucinations. I could’ve sworn I just heard the Perfect Soldier tell me I’d seen a vampire. My disbelief showed on my face. Wufei stepped forward. And up. And up. He was hovering maybe a metre of the floor. My jaw dropped open, just like one of those cartoons. Ok, ok. I can deal with this, I can….. HE’S FLYING! I can deal, I can deal….. no I can’t. I settled for staring at Wufei. For a long, long time. “Maxwell, are you done yet? Believe Heero now?” Wufei snapped. I shook my head slowly. “Won’t be done staring for a while yet, so you can just freaking well sit there.” Wufei shot a pleading glance at Heero. He nodded. And lit a fire. In his hands. Without matches. Or fuel. By this time, what with the headache and the floating Wufei, I was pretty spaced out. All I could manage was a pathetic “Shit.” “I’m pyrokinetic [1], I am abnormally strong, and I am a coercer. Which means,” he paused. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like this. “I can make people do whatever I want them too. By making them want too.” “By messing with their mind.” My words surprised even me. It seemed, that on some level, I had already accepted that this was real. Maybe it was the flying. “Yes.” Heero said calmly. “Is that why I couldn’t eavesdrop, and I still can’t go near the spare room? Because you screwed around with my thoughts?” Quatre actually flinched from my words. Heero remained emotionless. “You could not know what we talked about. And you are known for eaves-dropping. Both Trowa and I took the precaution of ensuring that you would not.” I glanced at Trowa, then at Quatre. “So, what do you guys do? Walk through walls?” “I do that.” Interjected Wufei. Great. That helps. “I am a telepath and a divinator [2].” Said Trowa smoothly. “I’m an empath, and I have weather control.” Quatre added, with a nervous smile at me. He seemed to think I was going to blow up at any second. Which I was. But I wasn’t going to let them see. What kind of friends break into your mind and tamper with your thoughts? No kind. Guess I don’t know these guys at all. * An hour or so later, I was leaning against the rough bark of a tree. The dappled green light was calm, soothing. In my mood, it was damn annoying. I was….. I suppose the only word for it is sulking. But can you blame me? I’m like the kid who finds out about the party halfway through, and when the poor kid gets there, everyone else is armed with water pistols. You get the watering can. Sound fair to you? Apparently, not only had I seen a vampire, and a werewolf pack, the four guys I worked with, lived with, ate with, and shared my air with, were all some sort of….. superhumans. If that isn’t enough to piss you off, I don’t know what is. Something I’d trying to by avoiding rose to the surface of my thoughts. I was the only human. And two of them, at least, had already used their….. abilities….. on me. How about the others? At least the little matter of that meeting, the day of the fire, had been cleared up. A storm. Quatre was a weather….. whatever. And the fire. Heero was pyrokinetic. A wave of anger swelled up, and I reached down beside me, grabbed a stick, and snapped it without looking down. Just when were they planning on telling me? After I was dead of freaky lights? Turns out that light thing was a will o’ the wisp. They’re souls that can’t get in to heaven or hell. They float around, trying to lead travellers to their doom. Pretty lame life, if you ask me. Which no one ever does. I hate liars. Even though just about everyone is a liar. Everyone but me, and my cover stories come pretty damn close. And these guys had lied to me, for _months_. Standing, I turned slowly for home. * [1] Is that the right word? I mean those people who
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