Disclaimer: I don’t own the G-boys, though I don’t believe you can sue an insane person anyway. I also don’t own the Pokemon Trading Card Game (but I do have a complete set of Rocket Cards), nor that Nine Inch Nails song that I can’t think of the name of right now.
This story is dedicated to Mel, who generously loaned me Steve. She was going through a personal crisis at the time this was posted to the MLs and I’m glad I was able to cheer her up with it. Continue Reading…
The next morning began with a loud wail. Thinking someone was hurt, Sister Helen immediately left her post as cereal pourer and made her way upstairs to the room where the distress call was being made. There was Duo sitting on his bed, surrounded by some of the other boys in his room, tears streaming down his face. In his outstretched hand he held the black scrunchie that had been in his hair the night before.
The Sister dismissed the crowd and sat down with the boy, taking him in her arms. “It’s alright Duo. We can fix it,” she soothed. But still Duo sobbed.
After her conversation with Relena’s nanny the previous night, Sister Helen had an inkling as to why Duo seemed to have such a fondness for the young girl. ‘Poor Duo,’ she thought, ‘you must think she’s all you have left.’
She held the boy tighter, running her fingers through the now loose strands of his hair. “Duo, honey, I know it won’t be the same, but I can braid it back up for you.”
Duo shook his head.
“Are you afraid Relena will be angry?”
Nod.
“I’m sure she would understand it was an accident.”
Snuffle.
“And from what Eliza has told me, Relena might enjoy braiding your hair again, when you see her today.”
“I pway wit’ Rewena?”
“Yes, you will. After school. Surprise!”
Smile.
Sister Helen returned the smile, gently wiping the tears from Duo’s damp face. “Do you think you can get yourself ready for school now?”
Nod.
“Good,” she said, patting him on the back. “When you come downstairs for breakfast I’ll explain everything to you.” Continue Reading…
When Milliardo confessed that Duo Maxwell was missing, the Sister flew into a panic. She had never lost a child before and the feeling was the most distressing. The first thing she did when she could think straight again was alert KidSafe, a child locating company founded by one of her friends, to the youngster’s disappearance. In the past she had received much criticism about her faith in what some considered a waste of good financial resources (and that was in addition to the comments that she was tagging her children like animals), so right now she was praying to her god that she hadn’t made a drastic mistake by becoming the company’s first client. Continue Reading…
Duo was skipping along, content in a way only a young child with information to get an older “sibling” into trouble with could be.
“You have to make it back to the orphanage alive, first! Because if I catch you I’m going to kill you!” Continue Reading…
In a small, sunlit room, leaning over an overloaded desk, Sister Helen glanced over her six-month report on one of the orphanage’s latest additions. Duo Maxwell’s stay was not meant to be permanent; the moment he was handed over to the Department of Social Services, the search for his parents began. Whatever reason there was for the abandonment, DSS was certain, with some help, Duo could be reunited. It was in the child’s best interest. Continue Reading…