This is my entry in the AnimeFEST 2003 fan fiction contest. As you can see, a lot of green can be seen here, seeing as I've just entered writing fan fiction during this time. The story below is written as I entered it in the contest. I may write an expanded edition, however, I haven't seen G-Gundam in three years, so the odds of that happening is a long shot at best. Please enjoy the story.
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Sanji Himura presents
A G-Gundam fan work
Engravings in the Wall
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Argo Gulski, the Black Joker, pondered what was happening to him. Everytime he saw her, he wanted to ravage her, make her his and none other. He wanted to devote himself to her, even though it would also mean devoting himself to being the Neo-Russian gundam fighter for the rest of his life. Despite these feelings, she touched him in the way that confirmed his suspicions that night, the night that she looked at him as a person, instead of a prisioner.
He reached into his pillow and pulled out a make shift knife made out of wood. Despite the materials used to make it, it was as sharp as a metal one. Without anyone noticing, even the object of his desire, Argo walked to a portion of his cell's wall, and wrote in the only way that he knew how:
Stunning beauty never grasps me like yours,
Those loving eyes that understands my deepest wants,
Your body is all that will quench this burning heart of mine,
Yours, and yours alone my Natasha.
Argo puts away the knife that was used to carve this song, and let exaustion overtake him. His dreams were, for once, fitful for even the smallest of men could be pleased with. Thinking about his Natasha.
The morning had arrived for his fight with Domon Kasshu, the Neo-Japan fighter. Natasha had to wake the sleeping fighter up and to also inspect his cell, like she did every morning. "Argo," the woman barked, and Argo slowly stirred. She inspected his cell's walls and found nothing out of the ordanary, except the engravings of a poem on the wall. Natasha quickly read the contents of the poem as Argo stood at the cell door. She knew that relations with a prisioner were forbidden, but she had friends in high places, places that would overturn even the colony nations, friends that can make all of the suffle alliance's dreams come true. The engravings on the wall have started to bloom as Argo is being escorted to the match. She quickly finds the knife that Argo used to write the message, and writes one of her own. What she wrote will only be known to Argo himself, everytime that he scrapes another tally mark to his sentence count.