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Cloneness, sidefic-- for Sera
This is one ficlety thing that won't make a lot of sense if you don't know what happens in the cloneness*, because it's a sidefic happening a little while after what i already posted. (heero has left the town and the gang for a while) I'll rewrite some things and repost later, when i get to that part of the fic. Right now it's mostly for Sera.
*the cloneness: as-of-yet untitled AU 2x1 post-apocalyptic fic where Duo is a scavenger trying to raise a dozen of kids and Heero is a soldier clone.
The puppy was looking at him again. Heero ignored it; he was busy with fixing the doors of the farmhouse and it wasn't a threat at all. Its mother had been; she'd been hungry enough to attack him. He'd shot her, her huge jaws a few centimeters away from his leg. Her black and white coat hadn't been suited for stealth. She'd been an imposing dog, even despite her painful thinness, standing waist-high, with ears ripped into shreds and yellowed fangs.
The puppy had followed a day and a half later, whining pitifully as it tracked its mother's scent. It was white and black too, with more white than black. Heero hadn't said anything as it growled at him and stole the bird he'd been cooking. After all, he'd eaten its mother already; it seemed fair enough.
The puppy never quite left the area after that. Its few packmates left after Heero shot enough of them, but the puppy stayed. It wandered around the yard and through the forest all day, but whenever he sat down and put something on the fire, not ten minutes later here it was. When Heero fell asleep -- he'd stayed awake once to check -- it crept closer and stole the leftovers. He didn't mind. It meant he didn't have to bury them.
Progressively, it grew bolder. It waited less and less before coming to the place where he threw his leftovers. One day, when he'd been so busy with the roof he hadn't found any time to hunt, the puppy even whined toward him, as if asking where the food was. Heero thought about killing and eating the puppy all of five seconds, and then got on his feet and climbed a tree to catch a nesting bird. He ate the eggs, and left the bird for the puppy. He wasn't that hungry anyway.
And then one day the farm was ready, or as ready as it would need to be when the children got there. Duo was waiting. He hoped he'd be happy. He left.
The puppy followed. It whined a lot, but it followed. Heero wanted to stop feeding it so it would leave, but it was young enough that it wouldn't leave; it would just die. So he fed it, but less, hoping to encourage it to hunt on its own. It needed a few days before it got it, and it wasn't very good, at first. But it was getting better. Heero thought that soon maybe it would be ready to take its independence.
The puppy brought him a mouse. Dropped it right at the edge of the circle of light, then stepping back, watching him and waving its tail shyly. The mouse was chewed up and more than half of it was missing. Odin had told him to be nice to people who gave him presents. Heero picked it up by the tail and pretended to eat some of it, then gave it back.
The puppy followed a lot more closely after that, never quite in reach, but always in sight whenever he looked over his shoulder. It had trouble following sometimes when Heero crossed difficult ground. Heero didn't care at first, but the whining got so pitiful that he slowed down.
One day he woke up to the sound of raindrops, to find it curled up over the end of his new coat. The puppy slept in a little ball of fluffy fur and baby fat. Its fur was short. It was probably cold. All around the bus stop canopy it was grey and wet and cold, so he decided not to leave right away. When it woke up with a sneeze, he pulled the coat out from under it and got up.
The puppy trotted after him, tail dropping dispiritedly -- maybe it was the way the water killed the smells all around, or maybe it was the wet and cold seeping into its fur. Heero didn't manage to hunt anything either, so there was no food come evening.
There was thunder that night, and as he lay down and stared at the cracked ceiling, the puppy crawled close and curled up against his thigh. It reminded him of Duo's closeness as they slept on the same mattress. The morning after, when the puppy started wheezing and sneezing and lagging as it wobbled after him, he picked it up and tucked it under his arm. The coat was lined with thick, warm material. The puppy didn't struggle long. Its short fur was wet, but at least the rain had cleaned it a little.
He walked on, back to Duo, the puppy tucked in the crook of his arm.
Ahh, nothing better than writing fluff with cute baby animals to get rid of murder fantasies.
I know the grammar sucks. i'll fix later. just tell me if things don't run smoothly or don't make sense or could be worded better, kay? *cuddleloves*
*the cloneness: as-of-yet untitled AU 2x1 post-apocalyptic fic where Duo is a scavenger trying to raise a dozen of kids and Heero is a soldier clone.
The puppy was looking at him again. Heero ignored it; he was busy with fixing the doors of the farmhouse and it wasn't a threat at all. Its mother had been; she'd been hungry enough to attack him. He'd shot her, her huge jaws a few centimeters away from his leg. Her black and white coat hadn't been suited for stealth. She'd been an imposing dog, even despite her painful thinness, standing waist-high, with ears ripped into shreds and yellowed fangs.
The puppy had followed a day and a half later, whining pitifully as it tracked its mother's scent. It was white and black too, with more white than black. Heero hadn't said anything as it growled at him and stole the bird he'd been cooking. After all, he'd eaten its mother already; it seemed fair enough.
The puppy never quite left the area after that. Its few packmates left after Heero shot enough of them, but the puppy stayed. It wandered around the yard and through the forest all day, but whenever he sat down and put something on the fire, not ten minutes later here it was. When Heero fell asleep -- he'd stayed awake once to check -- it crept closer and stole the leftovers. He didn't mind. It meant he didn't have to bury them.
Progressively, it grew bolder. It waited less and less before coming to the place where he threw his leftovers. One day, when he'd been so busy with the roof he hadn't found any time to hunt, the puppy even whined toward him, as if asking where the food was. Heero thought about killing and eating the puppy all of five seconds, and then got on his feet and climbed a tree to catch a nesting bird. He ate the eggs, and left the bird for the puppy. He wasn't that hungry anyway.
And then one day the farm was ready, or as ready as it would need to be when the children got there. Duo was waiting. He hoped he'd be happy. He left.
The puppy followed. It whined a lot, but it followed. Heero wanted to stop feeding it so it would leave, but it was young enough that it wouldn't leave; it would just die. So he fed it, but less, hoping to encourage it to hunt on its own. It needed a few days before it got it, and it wasn't very good, at first. But it was getting better. Heero thought that soon maybe it would be ready to take its independence.
The puppy brought him a mouse. Dropped it right at the edge of the circle of light, then stepping back, watching him and waving its tail shyly. The mouse was chewed up and more than half of it was missing. Odin had told him to be nice to people who gave him presents. Heero picked it up by the tail and pretended to eat some of it, then gave it back.
The puppy followed a lot more closely after that, never quite in reach, but always in sight whenever he looked over his shoulder. It had trouble following sometimes when Heero crossed difficult ground. Heero didn't care at first, but the whining got so pitiful that he slowed down.
One day he woke up to the sound of raindrops, to find it curled up over the end of his new coat. The puppy slept in a little ball of fluffy fur and baby fat. Its fur was short. It was probably cold. All around the bus stop canopy it was grey and wet and cold, so he decided not to leave right away. When it woke up with a sneeze, he pulled the coat out from under it and got up.
The puppy trotted after him, tail dropping dispiritedly -- maybe it was the way the water killed the smells all around, or maybe it was the wet and cold seeping into its fur. Heero didn't manage to hunt anything either, so there was no food come evening.
There was thunder that night, and as he lay down and stared at the cracked ceiling, the puppy crawled close and curled up against his thigh. It reminded him of Duo's closeness as they slept on the same mattress. The morning after, when the puppy started wheezing and sneezing and lagging as it wobbled after him, he picked it up and tucked it under his arm. The coat was lined with thick, warm material. The puppy didn't struggle long. Its short fur was wet, but at least the rain had cleaned it a little.
He walked on, back to Duo, the puppy tucked in the crook of his arm.
Ahh, nothing better than writing fluff with cute baby animals to get rid of murder fantasies.
I know the grammar sucks. i'll fix later. just tell me if things don't run smoothly or don't make sense or could be worded better, kay? *cuddleloves*
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