Shinigami - The God of Death Part 4
It seemed like an eternity before the guys got home and by the time they did my energy for the situation was completely restored. I'd managed to be depressed and then loop around and completely psych myself up by the time they got back. When they walked through that front door I was all ready to try again, and completely convinced that this time I would get their attention. I just had to! Heh, I didn't really have a choice in the matter.
Quatre stayed in his room all day and the few times I checked on him he lay in bed shivering and curled into a small ball. That's where I was when they got home, standing just inside his door and watching him with a worried look. Whatever was making him sick was bad, I'd never seen him like this before.
He lay in bed, curled tightly. His eyes were closed and as far as I could tell he was sleeping but he looked like he was in the middle of some horrible nightmare that was scaring the heck out of him. He just kept turning over in bed and shivering, as if he were really cold. If I could have I would have walked over and offered some help or something, I dunno... maybe tucked the quilts in around him, or just sat there running my hand over his head in a calming gesture until Trowa got home to comfort him. But you know? Not really existing sucks, especially when you can't help a friend in need. I hate it.
As I am standing there Trowa enters and I jump away from the door, suddenly feeling guilty or something like that. I try to mutter out an excuse but he doesn't notice me and it hits me once again that he can't see me. Damn, I can't even apologize for feeling stupid can I?
Despite my current predicament I'm worried about Quatre, so I stay in the room by the door, ready to leave at any time that they look like they need privacy. Still, I have to stay for a little while, just to check on Quatre. He just seems more important right now, especially when I can't do a damn thing to help him and I can't even ask him what's going on.
Trowa sits down at the edge of his bed and gently wakes him, a soft look in his eyes. I watch Quatre blink his eyes open and for a moment they seem to settle on me and he shivers. Did he actually look at me? I take a step forward and wave my arms at him in astonishment but his eyes just move back toward Trowa and he gives a small smile. Naw, he couldn't have seen me. I was just dreaming, right? That was just far too much to hope for right now. Besides, if he'd seen me he would have said something right? Either to me or Trowa, I'm sure of it.
"How are you feeling, Little One?" Trowa asks.
"Better... but tired." Quatre rolls over on his side and snuggles up against Trowa, wrapping his arms around the French boy's waist.
I grin, they are so cute together! And this is about this time that I bow out. The two look ready to share an intimate moment and it would just be mean if I stayed and watched. I have no right, even if they can't see me or hear me, it still isn't right. Besides, they would give me and Heero the same privacy, assuming we actually had a relationship to be private in, so I owed it to them. With a grin I bow out of the room, stepping through the door, and walk down the stairs.
All right, operation Monday night is about to begin! Here I go! And damn it I'm going to make this work! They will notice me or... or...
Or I'll try again tomorrow.
I arrive downstairs to find the house swept up in the norms. Solo is sitting on the couch, or rather he looks like he just collapsed onto it, and has the TV remote, flipping through channels aimlessly as he decides what to watch. Same thing I would have done when I got home had it been me (like it was supposed to be!). Either I'd come home and flip through channels for a few hours or I'd pester Heero at his ever annoying laptop. Apparently Solo had decided it was a TV night, which was fine with me, not that it really mattered. Though I have this distinct feeling he was avoiding Heero and therefore avoiding suspicion. That bastard! How long had he been planning this?!
Wufei enters the room in a robe, with towel in hand, and pauses, his eyes flickering from Heero to Solo as he towels dry his hair. He usually takes a shower after work and then spends the rest of the night walking around the house in a light silk robe with this really cool looking black dragon embroidered down the back. That robe looks real expensive, but he never seems to care. I swear if I owned the thing I would hardly ever wear it, and I certainly wouldn't let my wet hair fall over it, in fear that somehow the water would hurt the fine craftsmanship.
His dark eyes settle on Solo and he walks over to the couch, almost walking right through me, had I not stepped out of the way. Turning I watch the two.
"Maxwell, give the TV some peace. You could at least stop on a channel and see what they are showing before flipping to the next."
Solo flips through the channels a little more rapidly and then leans back to grin up at Wufei's scowl. "Something you want to watch?"
Wufei rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Glancing to Heero he pulls the towel from his hair and tosses it across his shoulder. "I swear, why do I even try?"
Heero doesn't respond, instead he just sits at the desk, his eyes completely intent on the laptop screen. Wufei exits the room and I walk over to Heero, reaching forward and waving my hands right next to his face, almost close enough to touch (if I could).
Sometimes it infuriates me so much! Whenever Heero is with his laptop he's oblivious to the world, and I mean the whole world. Which means he certainly didn't notice me waving my hands in front of his face. Still, it's nice to know that if I do end up being stuck like this I can just pretend he's decided to concentrate on his laptop for eternity, which is why he doesn't notice me. Yeah, right, I must really be starting to go insane from the frustration, and it's only Monday night!
With a sign of said frustration I walk over to the couch and practically sit down on top of Solo, or attempt to. Instead I fall right through him and land on the floor. I imagine it would have looked really strange had anyone been able to see me, me just appearing out of the couch where Solo's lap would have been. Actually, when you think about it that way it is pretty disgusting. Making a face at that thought I jump up quickly and whirl around to face him.
"Are you crazy?!" Solo mutters before he could stop himself.
I know my eyes lit up at that, because for that moment the room seemed to go silent. Solo froze immediately as he said the words and I couldn't help but grin. Glancing over Solo's shoulder I look to Heero, but he didn't respond. My eyes narrow and I'm practically glaring at him as he sits at his small desk typing on his laptop. Growling in frustration I stalk over and take a few swipes at him, swipes that would have been really nasty punches had I been able to touch him.
"Damn you!" I yell at him pointlessly. "Pay attention when he messes up and doesn't act like me!"
Oh man, he can be such a jerk sometimes! Why the hell hadn't he noticed? I know for a fact that the great Heero Yuy has ears like a hawk, so why the hell didn't he respond to what Solo had said? Was he deaf? Or did he actually not hear it?! Either way he was really starting to piss me off!
Dinner goes by without much to happen. Trowa brings food up to Quatre and then the rest of the guys eat in silence, with the exception of Solo who jabbers enough to make up for the rest of them, just like I would have. So, since no one can see me anyway, I take the entire duration of dinner to make faces at each of them and dance through the table like some crazy fool.
Heh, I must really look like a fool to Solo as I'm dancing around in the center of the table, randomly kicking at people's heads and watching my foot go right through their faces without so much as causing them to sneeze. Well, being that I can't get the rest of the guys to notice me I might as well have my fun, right?
Turning around so my back is to Solo I pull down my pants and moon him for a mere minute, then whirl around and grin directly in his face. I am delighted to see that he coughs in the middle of his sentence and almost chokes on his mouth full of food.
"Hah, got you," I snicker out.
He recovers quite quickly, drawing almost no response from the guys save for Wufei raising an eyebrow at him in question. Solo shrugs and takes a drink of his can of juice. "Nothing, just swallowed too fast."
"Serves you right," Wufei mutters.
"You realize that since you're the only one who can see and hear me I'm going to get my money's worth." I say, leaning forward and placing my face right in front of his. He doesn't respond so I get an idea. I lean forward even farther and pretend to kiss him on the lips, as I fall through his body like it were made of mist. I know he responded to that one because as I turn around I see Trowa stop eating and just look at Solo in confusion.
Solo quickly tries to shrug it off. "I think I'm going to head to bed, night all."
At that Heero actually tosses him a look of question as well. I take a moment to dance around happily and cheer. "So early?" Heero comments in a flat voice.
"Yeah, I feel tired all of a sudden, real strange. Who knows, maybe I'm catching whatever Quatre has." With those words Solo dumps his plate and leaves the room, me closely behind. As he climbs the stairs I bound up happily behind him.
"You're getting ready for bed? Oh please, that was the lamest thing I've ever heard. They know for a fact that I would never go to bed this early."
"Shut up," he grumbles under his breath.
I only grin, from ear to ear. "You realize, of course that you still aren't me, not by a long shot. However just for tonight I'm willing to give you a free lesson. The first lesson is that the REAL Duo Maxwell never goes to bed this early! And you know what that means? It means I'm not going to let you get any sleep at all tonight!"
"Oh really?" He counters as he shuts the door and strips down to his boxers, or rather my boxers that he is wearing!
"Yep!" I nod happily. "Lesson one begins right now, with every single annoying song I've ever heard!"
Solo pretends to ignore me and crawls into my bed, curling up under the covers.
I have to say there is one advantage to being ghost like, you don't need sleep. As a result I proceeded to jump up and down through him and the bed for the next eight hours, singing every song I could think of in my worst voice. I was rewarded with him tossing and turning and moaning all night. He even tried to throw a few pillows at me around 2 in the morning or so, and you can imagine how well that worked.
Let's just say that for being such a horrible day and such a horrible situation Monday night was the best night of my life. It was truly time for me to put my best skills of annoyance to use, because if I couldn't make Heero and the guys notice me than I was damn well going to make this the worst week of Solo's life.
TBC...
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