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Title:
Captured in Charcoal (Part
5)
Author: KK ([email protected])
Archive: http://catbasket.homestead.com
among others. ^^;
*too lazy to list* Otherwise, please ask first!
=^-^=
Category: AU fluffage
Parings: 1+2+1
Rating: Umm� not much at the
moment, but eventual NC-17
Warnings: Shonen-ai implications
Feedback: Go on, I dare ya�
Notes: *rubs head*
Aaa.. I keep getting really unsure about this fic.
I started it while on an inspiration kick - when I seem to do the best
stuff. That was back before
December� it's a bit unnerving writing it now.
Please feedback! I need help on this! ^_^;
I don't know how I'm doing!
Captured
in Charcoal (Part 5)
A
GW fanfic by Koko Kitty
"You'll
have to repay me some other way then."
A
playful wink, and he was gone.
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As
fate would have it, Duo was the model for the second half of the class; a young
model to contradict what they drew in the first half.
Heero's mind was bustling. What
did Duo mean by that comment?? He
could barely concentrate on his work as he tried to think what the young model
meant. Dare he hope?
"Hero�
you're working slowly�"
/Shit/
"Ah�"
He
glanced up to see his tutor smiling encouragingly at him.
Heh� Right. He'd better
press on� With an air of determination to get through this second sitting, he
looked up, ready to draw the eyes in greater detail.
He looked up to the model to find glittering, rich depths focused on him.
He looked back for a moment, eyes challenging until he felt stupid and
looked away. He glanced up again. Duo
was now looking slightly to the left of him and Heero quickly made a move to get
working. He shook his head at
himself. He was being so stupid
about this.
Flickering
his gaze up, he looked closely at Duo, studying him.
His eyes moved down to his page to mark down his observations.
He continued like this, doing the observation drawing in high detail,
trying to be precise as possible in his findings.
Duo's face was neutral and relaxed, the warm and friendly depths of his
eyes flickering around at things he found of interest.
It wasn't until Heero was halfway drawing the second eye that he noticed
that Duo's attention was focused on him again.
He
glanced up, holding the model's gaze until the violent eyes glanced away
briefly, flickering back at him then lowering.
Heero blinked for a while, work forgotten. He quirked his head slightly.
Duo confused him immensely he decided.
One moment suggestive, and the next almost coy, Heero sighed, looking at
the model. He was so stunning�
The pencil he held rest against the smooth surface of the paper, held stationary
as he admired the beautiful person in front of him.
He
slowly returned to his work again, rubbing away some visible guidelines he had
put down earlier. Having tidied
that up, the art student lightly etched in the elegant arch of Duo's eyebrows,
proceeding to give them more definition when he was satisfied with the shape.
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Heero
looked at his watch. Twenty minutes
left. His ass had gone numb.
He shifted slightly, eyeing his work as he did so.
He subtly stretched his arms, muscles cording and pulling as he tried to
stretch the cramp away. Clenching
his fists tightly, he proceeded to stretch his fingers out.
Geez� who knew that sitting still was so tiring?
He
glanced at his page. Somewhere in
the last forty minutes he had relaxed more into the class, enabling him to get a
fair amount of work done. Almost
everyone was done now. Just a bit
more work on the mouth, the ear and the little bit of clothing he had put at the
very bottom. Duo's presence in the
room didn't make him as edgy now. He
thought for a moment. This was
the� third sitting that Duo had modelled for.
Maybe it was the brief talk at break, or the friendly, almost encouraging
glances that the model had thrown to him, but his heart was only lurching
occasionally now. He didn't have to
wipe his clammy hands against his trousers as frequently, and he could think in
coherent sentences whereas before, he could barely think.
He paused again when Duo looked over at him again.
His arm paused; Heero unable to draw when caught in that mesmerising
bluey violet gaze. He watched as a
small, acknowledging smile brightened Duo's face and sat, mind blank for a
moment before hesitantly returning it.
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Heero
admired, while Duo talked.
He
watched the happy expression and bathed in the laughter as they emanated easily
from the model. He glanced
downwards to check where he was putting his finished piece, carefully sliding it
into the correct place in his portfolio.
He
slyly watched from the corner of his eye as he packed, trying to prolong having
to leave. Duo was heartily chatting
to the people from his school that attended the class. He pouted internally to himself; wishing that he was in the
popular crowd of people so that he could be among the group, interacting with
Duo. Feeling somewhat inadequate,
he sped his actions up, zipping up the large, dark portfolio and throwing his
jacket on before breezing past them and leaving the room.
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Was
it wrong to dream, if dreaming was better than living?
Heero
laid atop the sheets, the cotton of his shorts and T-shirt whispering against
his skin when a breeze would interrupt the silent of the night and come trough
his open window. He arms were
folded behind his head, supporting him in a relaxed position as he thought.
His
skin was still hot from his shower, and his thoughts swirled about chaotically,
more often than not settling on a certain chestnut-haired person.
His thoughts had started when he saw the letter from college on his desk,
forcing him to consider his college application again.
They had shifted from college, to wondering what Duo was going to be
doing come September. He sighed.
He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life, what to become.
He rolled over, burying his face into the soft, cool pillow. He grunted irritatedly into it before turning his face to a side. Sighing, he let his thoughts ease from him as he slid under the covers. However, one thought that wouldn't be budged remained. Duo. Heero opened his eyes, blinking into the darkness of his room. He felt inexplicably alone, the quiet of his room feeling hollow and empty. He shut his eyes against it, pushing his face into the pillow again and pulling the covers in closer. The image of Duo, laughing among friends danced in his mind as he moved to hold the corner of his pillow. He realised with a sinking heart that he wasn't included in the group of people that was taunting his imagination before falling into a dreamless sleep.
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TBC
~KK
04/04/2002
My
apologies to those people that don't like the lengths of these parts.
I'm finding this size a comfortable size to work with, and a nice way to
separate events and time span. Sorry
for any inconvenience� L
My
thanks to everyone that has replied to me regarding this fic. The response has being daunting, yet encouraging and I thank
you all for that. J
More fic is on the way - I have a vague plan to follow now. It's just a matter of writing it coherently and not ruining
it. L