The Messenger (2xH songfic)
Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2004 2:07 pm
Schroeder: my first story post on BI, and co-written with Calla Lily
Calla: inspired by one of the band?s other music videos, Release
Schroeder: good band, good song, all must bow and hail them
Calla: -_-? Whatever. I can?t believe you made me write this.
Schroeder: hey I needed help-
Calla: amongst other things?
Schroeder: errr. Really?
Calla: *to herself* Why ME?!?
~Peace out, Calla & Schroeder. ^_^
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Originally Written: March 18, 2004 (11:42 pm)
Artist: The Tea Party
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG
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The Messenger
?Duo,? she whispered, moving her body forward to whisper in his ear, ?Why won't you let me touch you??
As she closed her eyes and sighed slowly to put her right hand over his, the mere stroke of her finger sent chills down his spine and the boy bent his head even lower to shield his face.
?I don't want you near me, babe, I'll corrupt you.? He tried to take his hand away from her but ended up enclosing it with his other. She knelt beside him on his bed, placed her head on his shoulder and watched him quietly.
?I wouldn't mind.? She answered. "I just want to be with you."
- - -
When the fog of the bleak, murky darkness rolls away from the shore to reveal a quaint town on a hill, a granite angel upon a pedestal appears to watch the setting? She stands with her arms outstretched in the middle of a cobblestone bridge, located just a ways from the heart of the sleepy village.
Peering into her face, her slightly parted lips seem to utter a single word but no one has been able to understand that just it is she is saying. The statue is weathered with age and time, but the effect of the human population has done her more harm than nature itself. Burn marks of loosely-handled firecrackers, bits of trash and rubbish thrown at her feet, hardened gum stuck to her plaque, she remains vigil on the bridge, watching the cars, shops, and houses. She has been there forever and will always will; past the time when the town?s inhabitants will pack up and leave to seek bigger and better places to live.
Got a letter from the Messenger
I read it when it came
The stone masonry is forbidding and so is the lethargic river which runs underneath it. Somewhere in the background, the pitter-patter of an early riser?s footfalls startles some birds. The pigeons fly upward in their despair, breaking free from the pavement with their beating wild wings. A curtain of pearly, ashen-coloured fog momentarily reclaims the city in its smothering embrace.
Looking up a multiplex of apartments and houses tower over the narrowed streets of the paved stone; shamelessly giving the impression of a quiet neighbourhood village. Which it was. Closing in upon an open window; opal white curtains are open to let the chilly wind inside.
Long white legs under the coverlets exposed themselves in the coming of the morning dawn. The sky remained below in the horizon, caught between the artist?s palette of a stormy grey and a faded black. Dissipating into the air were the lights of the stars, burning themselves out for the bleak day to come. A man in his mid-twenties gets up quietly from the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping form beside him, and he wanders to the vanity table where he threw down his clothes last night.
It said that you were wounded
You were bound and chained
?I have to leave, Hilde. I?ll see you soon? someday.?
But she never heard him.
You had love and you were handled
You were poisoned, you were pained
Oh no, oh no, you were naked
You were shamed
Pulling his shirt over his head, Duo fumbled with the buttons and whisked his bangs away from his face. He didn?t want to leave, not like this. Just when everything was going to perfect, they had to call him back again. He took one last look at the girl sleeping on the pillows and felt himself fall apart. So many things to live for, so many places to see and things to do, to hell with the others, they just didn?t understand. Her violet hair stuck to her forehead in the most endearing ways and her cupid?s bow was turned up to form a smile.
You could almost touch heaven
Right there in front of you
Liberty just slipped away on us
Now there?s so much work to do
- - -
?Hilde, there?s something I have to tell you.? His face was somber and the usual grin was gone. Just this morning he had received the call and in a day or so, they would call again for his assistance.
?What is it??
But he couldn?t speak the words to save his life. Instead, he pulled her into a bruising hug and hung his head down in shame. How did the other boys get through this if he couldn?t? Maybe they were just soldiers after all.
?You?re leaving me, aren?t you.?
Heero was the undisputed leader of them all, whether he admits it or not. Sometimes he?d wonder if the man had any compassion in life anymore, with the ways he always puts his on the line. Quatre still held onto his beliefs but try as he might, nothing could erase the death of his father or the colony he destroyed single-handedly. That boy shouldn?t have been one of them in the first place.
Trowa? Duo snorted despite himself and held onto the woman in his arms just a little longer. Who knew about him? WuFei was the same, at least he had been down that road before. He was the one who held the most promise out of all of them, a chance at a new life and they had to call him back to the battlefields.
But he didn?t want to.
?I?ll come back, I promise.?
- - -
Oh, the door that closes tightly
Is the door that can swing wide
So here he was, the God of Death once more. Duo turned around suddenly and slashed through the mobile suit of yet another nameless soldier. The mecha froze in the middle of its attack before exploding into a shower of blinding light, forcing the pilot to shield his eyes from the glare. As insane as it sounds regarding his current situation, he thought of Hilde and the time they saw a shooting star together one night.
?Maxwell!?
Can?t think of that right now.
?Die!!? and rammed himself against a wall, his trademark weapon at the ready to hack and destroy. He?d get through this, it was just another fight.
Kill. Hack. Tear. Annihilate the enemy.
Pushing his gundam up into the air, his shadow loomed over the ruins of the city that these amateur soldiers razed to rubbish and ashes. The bastards, all of them. He doubted they thought of what this place meant to the people who lived here.
But that was once upon a time.
The roof of a building concaved when a mobile doll made contact with one of its walls. Such a pity, it was the museum too. The pilot severed its arms with frightening efficiency and the head followed suit. He never looked twice at who might have been inside.
Oh no, not expecting to collide
- - -
Reaching out a lazy hand Hilde pressed her palm to the window and looked out at the grey rain drizzling down on the tin roofs. Leaning her forehead against the pane, she clutched at the tied knot of her bathrobe and ignored the persistant ?beep beep? of the alarm clock. She?d let the battery run out before turning it off and keep on dreaming.
For a minute I let my guard down
Not afraid to be found out
I completely forgot dear
What our fears were all about
Sighing heavily, her slender fingers strayed with the fabric of the curtains but taking one last look past them, decided to leave them open to avoid feeling closed in. Striding barefoot across the linoleum floor, Hilde held one end of the duvet and began to make the bed. She?d take a bath later on.
Oh no, oh no, there?s no need to be without
With the utmost care, she placed her necklace on the dresser beside a picture frame. She lit a red candle and the cross gleamed, its silhouette covering the face of the young man in the picture.
- - -
If there?s a chance I would take it
This desire I can?t kill
Take my heart, please don?t break it
I will crawl to your foothill
Duo stood straight and commanded his pulse to slow down before his comrades. In the past, he would have made jokes about his situation but these past weeks he barely let out a laugh. Well, only when no one was looking?
But he was going home.
He couldn?t believe the words the blue-eyed man in front of him was saying. They didn?t need him to stay here; he had done enough if not more than expected. She had called and asked for him to be given leave of the war, they had only requested for his assistance anyway.
?But there is one thing, Maxwell.?
- - -
I?m frightened but I?m coming
Please, baby, please lay still
Oh no, I?m not coming for the kill
Walking up the steps to the apartment building, the boy?s fingers slipped when the package that he was holding almost fell out of his hands and into the puddles of water beneath his feet. This place was either always raining or brimming with sunshine, as if the heavens didn?t know which side of the silver coin to choose.
Kicking his foot against a warped stone step, he swore aloud for being so clumsy and tugged his cap over his eyes to avoid getting the rain in his face. It had been awhile since his last delivery and wished that after this mission was done, he could quit this job at last.
Shivering under his coat, his teeth chattered as he buzzed the ringer multiple times to get an answer. It was freezing under here, especially when he had to ride on that flimsy bike of his through the precipitation. He had been working all morning, waking up before dawn just to get these brown paper-wrapped parcels to their owners in time.
He pressed the buzzer once more and kicked at the fragmented rock lying beside his foot. If this lady didn?t pick up soon, he?d leave and leave the post wet on her doorstep and go to his next stop.
It opened.
?Yes??
?Hilde Schbeiker, right?? The woman nodded serenely and the boy stared at her. Such bright eyes but so lonely?
?Here, this is for you.?
?Who is it from??
?Not sure ma?am.? She eyed him distrustfully but he added, ?there?s only a letter to go with it. I?ve made deliveries like this before, ma?am, pretty sure that none of them are dangerous.?
She took the bundle from him and lowered her gaze a bit, trying to see at the face under the hat.
?Do you want to come in? You?re soaked.?
?No thanks, I have a few other things to do before I?m done.?
?Do I know you?? She replied quickly. ?You remind me of someone. How old are you?? The boy shook his head and touched his cap lightly before the lady before answering her.
?Eighteen, lady. I don?t think I?m the one you?re lookin? for.? Slightly confused, Hilde watched the young man tick off something on his clipboard before getting on his bike and pedal out into the street again.
Walking up the stairs to her apartment, she gazed at the object for a long time before going into the kitchen to get the scissors. Curious, she cut the twine holding the paper together and reached for the card. Scanning it briefly, a swelling of emotions surfaced when she recognized the signature at the bottom of the page and she ripped open the box to see what was inside. Something wet came to her eyes.
?Duo??
Oh no, I?m not coming for the kill
Oh no, I?m not coming for the kill
Seizing the letter in her hand, she ran to the window to look for the delivery boy who had given the package to her. She caught sight of him shrinking just beyond the stone bridge, his bike looking like a mere toy in the distance. It would be useless to try and call out to him, to ask him questions that maybe he would have the answers to. A fierce wind whipped at her face as she peered over the sill, and the last she saw was the boy disappearing under the wings of the statue.
?I?ll come back, I promise.?
- - -
Calla: inspired by one of the band?s other music videos, Release
Schroeder: good band, good song, all must bow and hail them
Calla: -_-? Whatever. I can?t believe you made me write this.
Schroeder: hey I needed help-
Calla: amongst other things?
Schroeder: errr. Really?
Calla: *to herself* Why ME?!?
~Peace out, Calla & Schroeder. ^_^
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Originally Written: March 18, 2004 (11:42 pm)
Artist: The Tea Party
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG
- - -
The Messenger
?Duo,? she whispered, moving her body forward to whisper in his ear, ?Why won't you let me touch you??
As she closed her eyes and sighed slowly to put her right hand over his, the mere stroke of her finger sent chills down his spine and the boy bent his head even lower to shield his face.
?I don't want you near me, babe, I'll corrupt you.? He tried to take his hand away from her but ended up enclosing it with his other. She knelt beside him on his bed, placed her head on his shoulder and watched him quietly.
?I wouldn't mind.? She answered. "I just want to be with you."
- - -
When the fog of the bleak, murky darkness rolls away from the shore to reveal a quaint town on a hill, a granite angel upon a pedestal appears to watch the setting? She stands with her arms outstretched in the middle of a cobblestone bridge, located just a ways from the heart of the sleepy village.
Peering into her face, her slightly parted lips seem to utter a single word but no one has been able to understand that just it is she is saying. The statue is weathered with age and time, but the effect of the human population has done her more harm than nature itself. Burn marks of loosely-handled firecrackers, bits of trash and rubbish thrown at her feet, hardened gum stuck to her plaque, she remains vigil on the bridge, watching the cars, shops, and houses. She has been there forever and will always will; past the time when the town?s inhabitants will pack up and leave to seek bigger and better places to live.
Got a letter from the Messenger
I read it when it came
The stone masonry is forbidding and so is the lethargic river which runs underneath it. Somewhere in the background, the pitter-patter of an early riser?s footfalls startles some birds. The pigeons fly upward in their despair, breaking free from the pavement with their beating wild wings. A curtain of pearly, ashen-coloured fog momentarily reclaims the city in its smothering embrace.
Looking up a multiplex of apartments and houses tower over the narrowed streets of the paved stone; shamelessly giving the impression of a quiet neighbourhood village. Which it was. Closing in upon an open window; opal white curtains are open to let the chilly wind inside.
Long white legs under the coverlets exposed themselves in the coming of the morning dawn. The sky remained below in the horizon, caught between the artist?s palette of a stormy grey and a faded black. Dissipating into the air were the lights of the stars, burning themselves out for the bleak day to come. A man in his mid-twenties gets up quietly from the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping form beside him, and he wanders to the vanity table where he threw down his clothes last night.
It said that you were wounded
You were bound and chained
?I have to leave, Hilde. I?ll see you soon? someday.?
But she never heard him.
You had love and you were handled
You were poisoned, you were pained
Oh no, oh no, you were naked
You were shamed
Pulling his shirt over his head, Duo fumbled with the buttons and whisked his bangs away from his face. He didn?t want to leave, not like this. Just when everything was going to perfect, they had to call him back again. He took one last look at the girl sleeping on the pillows and felt himself fall apart. So many things to live for, so many places to see and things to do, to hell with the others, they just didn?t understand. Her violet hair stuck to her forehead in the most endearing ways and her cupid?s bow was turned up to form a smile.
You could almost touch heaven
Right there in front of you
Liberty just slipped away on us
Now there?s so much work to do
- - -
?Hilde, there?s something I have to tell you.? His face was somber and the usual grin was gone. Just this morning he had received the call and in a day or so, they would call again for his assistance.
?What is it??
But he couldn?t speak the words to save his life. Instead, he pulled her into a bruising hug and hung his head down in shame. How did the other boys get through this if he couldn?t? Maybe they were just soldiers after all.
?You?re leaving me, aren?t you.?
Heero was the undisputed leader of them all, whether he admits it or not. Sometimes he?d wonder if the man had any compassion in life anymore, with the ways he always puts his on the line. Quatre still held onto his beliefs but try as he might, nothing could erase the death of his father or the colony he destroyed single-handedly. That boy shouldn?t have been one of them in the first place.
Trowa? Duo snorted despite himself and held onto the woman in his arms just a little longer. Who knew about him? WuFei was the same, at least he had been down that road before. He was the one who held the most promise out of all of them, a chance at a new life and they had to call him back to the battlefields.
But he didn?t want to.
?I?ll come back, I promise.?
- - -
Oh, the door that closes tightly
Is the door that can swing wide
So here he was, the God of Death once more. Duo turned around suddenly and slashed through the mobile suit of yet another nameless soldier. The mecha froze in the middle of its attack before exploding into a shower of blinding light, forcing the pilot to shield his eyes from the glare. As insane as it sounds regarding his current situation, he thought of Hilde and the time they saw a shooting star together one night.
?Maxwell!?
Can?t think of that right now.
?Die!!? and rammed himself against a wall, his trademark weapon at the ready to hack and destroy. He?d get through this, it was just another fight.
Kill. Hack. Tear. Annihilate the enemy.
Pushing his gundam up into the air, his shadow loomed over the ruins of the city that these amateur soldiers razed to rubbish and ashes. The bastards, all of them. He doubted they thought of what this place meant to the people who lived here.
But that was once upon a time.
The roof of a building concaved when a mobile doll made contact with one of its walls. Such a pity, it was the museum too. The pilot severed its arms with frightening efficiency and the head followed suit. He never looked twice at who might have been inside.
Oh no, not expecting to collide
- - -
Reaching out a lazy hand Hilde pressed her palm to the window and looked out at the grey rain drizzling down on the tin roofs. Leaning her forehead against the pane, she clutched at the tied knot of her bathrobe and ignored the persistant ?beep beep? of the alarm clock. She?d let the battery run out before turning it off and keep on dreaming.
For a minute I let my guard down
Not afraid to be found out
I completely forgot dear
What our fears were all about
Sighing heavily, her slender fingers strayed with the fabric of the curtains but taking one last look past them, decided to leave them open to avoid feeling closed in. Striding barefoot across the linoleum floor, Hilde held one end of the duvet and began to make the bed. She?d take a bath later on.
Oh no, oh no, there?s no need to be without
With the utmost care, she placed her necklace on the dresser beside a picture frame. She lit a red candle and the cross gleamed, its silhouette covering the face of the young man in the picture.
- - -
If there?s a chance I would take it
This desire I can?t kill
Take my heart, please don?t break it
I will crawl to your foothill
Duo stood straight and commanded his pulse to slow down before his comrades. In the past, he would have made jokes about his situation but these past weeks he barely let out a laugh. Well, only when no one was looking?
But he was going home.
He couldn?t believe the words the blue-eyed man in front of him was saying. They didn?t need him to stay here; he had done enough if not more than expected. She had called and asked for him to be given leave of the war, they had only requested for his assistance anyway.
?But there is one thing, Maxwell.?
- - -
I?m frightened but I?m coming
Please, baby, please lay still
Oh no, I?m not coming for the kill
Walking up the steps to the apartment building, the boy?s fingers slipped when the package that he was holding almost fell out of his hands and into the puddles of water beneath his feet. This place was either always raining or brimming with sunshine, as if the heavens didn?t know which side of the silver coin to choose.
Kicking his foot against a warped stone step, he swore aloud for being so clumsy and tugged his cap over his eyes to avoid getting the rain in his face. It had been awhile since his last delivery and wished that after this mission was done, he could quit this job at last.
Shivering under his coat, his teeth chattered as he buzzed the ringer multiple times to get an answer. It was freezing under here, especially when he had to ride on that flimsy bike of his through the precipitation. He had been working all morning, waking up before dawn just to get these brown paper-wrapped parcels to their owners in time.
He pressed the buzzer once more and kicked at the fragmented rock lying beside his foot. If this lady didn?t pick up soon, he?d leave and leave the post wet on her doorstep and go to his next stop.
It opened.
?Yes??
?Hilde Schbeiker, right?? The woman nodded serenely and the boy stared at her. Such bright eyes but so lonely?
?Here, this is for you.?
?Who is it from??
?Not sure ma?am.? She eyed him distrustfully but he added, ?there?s only a letter to go with it. I?ve made deliveries like this before, ma?am, pretty sure that none of them are dangerous.?
She took the bundle from him and lowered her gaze a bit, trying to see at the face under the hat.
?Do you want to come in? You?re soaked.?
?No thanks, I have a few other things to do before I?m done.?
?Do I know you?? She replied quickly. ?You remind me of someone. How old are you?? The boy shook his head and touched his cap lightly before the lady before answering her.
?Eighteen, lady. I don?t think I?m the one you?re lookin? for.? Slightly confused, Hilde watched the young man tick off something on his clipboard before getting on his bike and pedal out into the street again.
Walking up the stairs to her apartment, she gazed at the object for a long time before going into the kitchen to get the scissors. Curious, she cut the twine holding the paper together and reached for the card. Scanning it briefly, a swelling of emotions surfaced when she recognized the signature at the bottom of the page and she ripped open the box to see what was inside. Something wet came to her eyes.
?Duo??
Oh no, I?m not coming for the kill
Oh no, I?m not coming for the kill
Seizing the letter in her hand, she ran to the window to look for the delivery boy who had given the package to her. She caught sight of him shrinking just beyond the stone bridge, his bike looking like a mere toy in the distance. It would be useless to try and call out to him, to ask him questions that maybe he would have the answers to. A fierce wind whipped at her face as she peered over the sill, and the last she saw was the boy disappearing under the wings of the statue.
?I?ll come back, I promise.?
- - -
That was sweet. 
I love DuoxHilde!!!
gets me every time.
made me sad....