Hi! It's me, Dark Ice! This is technically my first fic, although I wrote another one, which was more like a poemfic than a real fic-
G-boys ~ Just get on with it!
(glares at them) All righty then! Yah don't have t'yell! (mutters incoherently to self)
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Gumdam Wing or anything related to it. Happy?
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Introduction: Of Storms and Shadows
The G-pilots were just taking a break form all the fighting, to relax for a while. That, and the fact that OZ wasn't up to anything yet. And that their Gundams needed to be repaired.
Quatre Winner was making some final adjustments to the repairs on Sandrock, which was hidden in the woods behind the pilots' safehouse, along with the other four Gundams. Suddenly, the sky darkened and it began to rain.
Duo Maxwell looked over to Quatre from his perch on Deathscythe's shoulder. "Hey Q-man! Maybe we should go inside now. No point in hangin' around, gettin' ourselves soaked."
"You go ahead. I just need five more minutes, then I'll be done for today," replied Quatre. Duo just shrugged and jumped down.
"Don't say I didn't warn ya, if you get sick," muttered Duo, as he ran off in the direction of the safe house.
The safe house that the G-boys were staying at was an old abandoned mansion. Although no one had lived in it for ten years, it was in pretty good condition. And as a bonus, it was completely equipped with all the necessary household essentials. However, the rest of the property, such as the servants' wing and the garden, were in ruins. Only the main house remained intact.
Duo surveyed the ruins around him as he ran past them through the rain. They were covered in shadows and wild plants. This place gives me the creeps, thought Duo. Can't wait t'get outta here.
Trowa tossed a towel to Duo as he entered the house. "Amazing how these towels are still clean, even though they haven't been washed for the past decade. But they smell kinda musty."
Wufei snorted. He was sitting cross-legged on an old lounge chair. "How do you think they'd smell after sitting for ten years in a linen closet?" Wufei opened his eyes and rose from his meditative position. He got his katana form its case, and began to polish it. Not looking up, he added, "Hey Heero. Have you found anything on OZ's next move yet?"
Heero's eyes stayed glued to his laptop screen. "No. OZ is probably still trying to recuperate from our last attack. But I'm expecting a message from Dr. J and the others soon."
"AHHH- CHOOO!!"
Everyone, except Heero, turned to see a wet, shivering Quatre, standing in the doorway. Trowa grabbed another towel and draped it around Quatre's shoulders.
Duo snickered. "Toldja t'come inside earlier. But nooooo... he wanted to be Mr. Perfectionist and get everything done according to schedule..."
While Duo continued with his rambling, Trowa helped Quatre up the stairs, since it had become apparent that Quatre had come down with the flu in a matter of minutes.
"... and awwww, isn't that cute?!" He clasped his hands together and fluttered his eyelashes. "Trowa and Quatre sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S..." Duo pranced around as he sang, letting his towel fall from his shoulders onto the floor.
Wufei's eyes had gradually grown wider and wider. "Don't tell me that he ate more sugar after dinner again!" Heero nodded, confirming Wufei's fear. Wufei groaned, quickly grabbed all his katana stuff and headed upstairs. "You can take care of this one, Heero. I'm not going to handle a sugar-high Duo again!"
"Thanks a lot," Heero muttered under his breath. He glared at Duo. "Don't sing. It's annoying enough when you talk."
Duo's bottom lip trembled. The sugar was beginning to wear off already. "That was mean, Yuy! *sniffle* Well, that's just fine! Since you don't want me around anymore, I'll... I'll just... uh... go to bed! Good- NIGHT!" And with that, he wheeled around, tripped on his towel, scrambled back to his feet, and ran up the stairs.
Finally, some peace and quiet, thought Heero. He did feel a bit guilty about saying that to Duo, but it was the only way he could think of to counteract the sugar-highness. He shook his head, trying to clear it of the sentimental thoughts that were blanketing his mind. Turning back to his laptop, he saw something move form the corner of his eye.
With practiced ease, Heero crossed silently over to the large bay window, revolver in hand. He swiftly scanned the area outside, but he only saw sheets of rain pouring down. Suddenly, a huge quantity of water that had been building up on the roof, fell in front of the window. Heero relaxed. Must've been the water's reflection that I saw. Heero put his gun back in its holster. He chuckled to himself. Scared by water's shadow... unbelievable... Heero continued to stare out the window.
He didn't notice a dark figure receding into the shadows behind him.
Outside the storm continued...
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Dark Ice ~ *ahem* 'Tis me, Dark Ice!
(G-boys continue doing whatever they're doing)
Dark Ice ~ Hellloooo...
(G-boys still ignore her)
Dark Ice ~ *sigh* Okay, okay...I'm sorry for making you all OOC, putting you in a cheezie setting, and making the chapter title make absolutely no sense.
Trowa ~ And...?
Dark Ice ~ ... and for giving Trowa and Quatre such short parts. Happy now?
G-boys ~ YEAH! -__-U
Duo ~ So what's with this chapter? All you've got here is fluff.
Dark Ice ~ I know...but actually, this is just supposed to be an intro, not an actual chapter.
(G-boys shuffle feet and look anywhere except at Dark Ice and whistle mindlessly)
Dark Ice ~ -.-? Uh, guys? What's going on?
Quatre ~ Well to be honest, Dee, we don't like this fic so far. I mean, the way it's going, you aren't going anywhere.
Dark Ice ~ WHAT?! But I just started!
Wufei ~ But we still think it stinks.
Trowa ~ Hey...don't worry though. We all know that you're probably writing badly because you missed out on signing up for driver's ed at school, so you can't get your G1 this school year, and you got cut from the volleyball and soccer tryouts, you're failing English, Careers, Business...
Dark Ice ~ -_-U I'm just having a bad year! 'S all...Now if you'll all excuse me, I have to go and roll up in a little corner to have little dark clouds hanging around me as I mope. (goes off into a corner to have little dark rain clouds hanging around her as she mopes)
Duo ~ Terrific. The authoress has abandoned us. Thanks a lot , Tro.
Trowa ~ .....
Heero ~ Guess I'll finish this up, seeing as I'm the only one who didn't do any authoress bashing. (turns to people reading) (I__I ?) PLEASE REVIEW. And if you send flames, they will be used as a bonfire for burning witches!
o.O?
G-boys ~ Just get on with it!
(glares at them) All righty then! Yah don't have t'yell! (mutters incoherently to self)
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Gumdam Wing or anything related to it. Happy?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Introduction: Of Storms and Shadows
The G-pilots were just taking a break form all the fighting, to relax for a while. That, and the fact that OZ wasn't up to anything yet. And that their Gundams needed to be repaired.
Quatre Winner was making some final adjustments to the repairs on Sandrock, which was hidden in the woods behind the pilots' safehouse, along with the other four Gundams. Suddenly, the sky darkened and it began to rain.
Duo Maxwell looked over to Quatre from his perch on Deathscythe's shoulder. "Hey Q-man! Maybe we should go inside now. No point in hangin' around, gettin' ourselves soaked."
"You go ahead. I just need five more minutes, then I'll be done for today," replied Quatre. Duo just shrugged and jumped down.
"Don't say I didn't warn ya, if you get sick," muttered Duo, as he ran off in the direction of the safe house.
The safe house that the G-boys were staying at was an old abandoned mansion. Although no one had lived in it for ten years, it was in pretty good condition. And as a bonus, it was completely equipped with all the necessary household essentials. However, the rest of the property, such as the servants' wing and the garden, were in ruins. Only the main house remained intact.
Duo surveyed the ruins around him as he ran past them through the rain. They were covered in shadows and wild plants. This place gives me the creeps, thought Duo. Can't wait t'get outta here.
Trowa tossed a towel to Duo as he entered the house. "Amazing how these towels are still clean, even though they haven't been washed for the past decade. But they smell kinda musty."
Wufei snorted. He was sitting cross-legged on an old lounge chair. "How do you think they'd smell after sitting for ten years in a linen closet?" Wufei opened his eyes and rose from his meditative position. He got his katana form its case, and began to polish it. Not looking up, he added, "Hey Heero. Have you found anything on OZ's next move yet?"
Heero's eyes stayed glued to his laptop screen. "No. OZ is probably still trying to recuperate from our last attack. But I'm expecting a message from Dr. J and the others soon."
"AHHH- CHOOO!!"
Everyone, except Heero, turned to see a wet, shivering Quatre, standing in the doorway. Trowa grabbed another towel and draped it around Quatre's shoulders.
Duo snickered. "Toldja t'come inside earlier. But nooooo... he wanted to be Mr. Perfectionist and get everything done according to schedule..."
While Duo continued with his rambling, Trowa helped Quatre up the stairs, since it had become apparent that Quatre had come down with the flu in a matter of minutes.
"... and awwww, isn't that cute?!" He clasped his hands together and fluttered his eyelashes. "Trowa and Quatre sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S..." Duo pranced around as he sang, letting his towel fall from his shoulders onto the floor.
Wufei's eyes had gradually grown wider and wider. "Don't tell me that he ate more sugar after dinner again!" Heero nodded, confirming Wufei's fear. Wufei groaned, quickly grabbed all his katana stuff and headed upstairs. "You can take care of this one, Heero. I'm not going to handle a sugar-high Duo again!"
"Thanks a lot," Heero muttered under his breath. He glared at Duo. "Don't sing. It's annoying enough when you talk."
Duo's bottom lip trembled. The sugar was beginning to wear off already. "That was mean, Yuy! *sniffle* Well, that's just fine! Since you don't want me around anymore, I'll... I'll just... uh... go to bed! Good- NIGHT!" And with that, he wheeled around, tripped on his towel, scrambled back to his feet, and ran up the stairs.
Finally, some peace and quiet, thought Heero. He did feel a bit guilty about saying that to Duo, but it was the only way he could think of to counteract the sugar-highness. He shook his head, trying to clear it of the sentimental thoughts that were blanketing his mind. Turning back to his laptop, he saw something move form the corner of his eye.
With practiced ease, Heero crossed silently over to the large bay window, revolver in hand. He swiftly scanned the area outside, but he only saw sheets of rain pouring down. Suddenly, a huge quantity of water that had been building up on the roof, fell in front of the window. Heero relaxed. Must've been the water's reflection that I saw. Heero put his gun back in its holster. He chuckled to himself. Scared by water's shadow... unbelievable... Heero continued to stare out the window.
He didn't notice a dark figure receding into the shadows behind him.
Outside the storm continued...
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Dark Ice ~ *ahem* 'Tis me, Dark Ice!
(G-boys continue doing whatever they're doing)
Dark Ice ~ Hellloooo...
(G-boys still ignore her)
Dark Ice ~ *sigh* Okay, okay...I'm sorry for making you all OOC, putting you in a cheezie setting, and making the chapter title make absolutely no sense.
Trowa ~ And...?
Dark Ice ~ ... and for giving Trowa and Quatre such short parts. Happy now?
G-boys ~ YEAH! -__-U
Duo ~ So what's with this chapter? All you've got here is fluff.
Dark Ice ~ I know...but actually, this is just supposed to be an intro, not an actual chapter.
(G-boys shuffle feet and look anywhere except at Dark Ice and whistle mindlessly)
Dark Ice ~ -.-? Uh, guys? What's going on?
Quatre ~ Well to be honest, Dee, we don't like this fic so far. I mean, the way it's going, you aren't going anywhere.
Dark Ice ~ WHAT?! But I just started!
Wufei ~ But we still think it stinks.
Trowa ~ Hey...don't worry though. We all know that you're probably writing badly because you missed out on signing up for driver's ed at school, so you can't get your G1 this school year, and you got cut from the volleyball and soccer tryouts, you're failing English, Careers, Business...
Dark Ice ~ -_-U I'm just having a bad year! 'S all...Now if you'll all excuse me, I have to go and roll up in a little corner to have little dark clouds hanging around me as I mope. (goes off into a corner to have little dark rain clouds hanging around her as she mopes)
Duo ~ Terrific. The authoress has abandoned us. Thanks a lot , Tro.
Trowa ~ .....
Heero ~ Guess I'll finish this up, seeing as I'm the only one who didn't do any authoress bashing. (turns to people reading) (I__I ?) PLEASE REVIEW. And if you send flames, they will be used as a bonfire for burning witches!
o.O?