*sitting in my cell after the last disclaimer fiasco* I swear! I don't own... Gundam Wing! Please... I... swear...I... didn't mean it! *begin to scream because no one listens*
Heero's Goldfish
It has been ten years since the war ended. In those ten years everyone but Heero Yui has died. Throughout Heero has never shed a tear. He has remained the impersonal perfect soldier he has always been. Then one day...
Heero stretched and rolled out of bed. Just another day in the life of the perfect soldier. Life was good. Everyone lived in constant fear of the emotionless young man. Wing Zero was parked in the garage. No one could beat him. Yes life was good.
Stretching again, Heero wondered what to do today. Maybe there would be a new wanna-be organization to annihilate. If not... Well that was what civilians were for...
Walking downstairs Heero began to contemplate breakfast. Nothing like a garlic and soy and cheese pizza bagel to get you ready for a day of mayhem and destruction...
Heero turned into the kitchen. His eyes wandered across the room. Suddenly they stoped. Heero fell to his knees and let out a low moan.
In his big glass bowl, Heero's goldfish floated upside down...
Tears streamed down his face. Heero threw his head back and screamed. "Mister Fishey! Noooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Sobbing hystericaly he ran into the garage. Wing Zero was hunched inside the two car affair muttering to himself about needing a bigger room. Heero jumped inside. Racked by sobs he hit the self detonation button...
*pulled back view of Heero's surburban neighborhood*
Increasing red glow, becomming white...
BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
Heero's last words echoed through the settling air...
"I'm comming Mr. Fishey! I'm comming!"
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He he he. So what do you think? Please review! *begins to whisper* And if you can knock out the gaurd it's the big silver key...
Heero's Goldfish
It has been ten years since the war ended. In those ten years everyone but Heero Yui has died. Throughout Heero has never shed a tear. He has remained the impersonal perfect soldier he has always been. Then one day...
Heero stretched and rolled out of bed. Just another day in the life of the perfect soldier. Life was good. Everyone lived in constant fear of the emotionless young man. Wing Zero was parked in the garage. No one could beat him. Yes life was good.
Stretching again, Heero wondered what to do today. Maybe there would be a new wanna-be organization to annihilate. If not... Well that was what civilians were for...
Walking downstairs Heero began to contemplate breakfast. Nothing like a garlic and soy and cheese pizza bagel to get you ready for a day of mayhem and destruction...
Heero turned into the kitchen. His eyes wandered across the room. Suddenly they stoped. Heero fell to his knees and let out a low moan.
In his big glass bowl, Heero's goldfish floated upside down...
Tears streamed down his face. Heero threw his head back and screamed. "Mister Fishey! Noooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Sobbing hystericaly he ran into the garage. Wing Zero was hunched inside the two car affair muttering to himself about needing a bigger room. Heero jumped inside. Racked by sobs he hit the self detonation button...
*pulled back view of Heero's surburban neighborhood*
Increasing red glow, becomming white...
BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
Heero's last words echoed through the settling air...
"I'm comming Mr. Fishey! I'm comming!"
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He he he. So what do you think? Please review! *begins to whisper* And if you can knock out the gaurd it's the big silver key...