Disclaimer:
Yeah, Yeah... I don't own Gundam Wing. But Oh If I DID!
Welp, I had this crazy idea of starting another story. This one may be a little long though, Iunno... Sometimes I forget to finish my stories, and I have about 16 on my hard-drive with no really ending... sooo... But I really thought this was a cool idea.. So, Maybe, If you guys write reviews, I'll stay inspired hopeful look?
Anyways, yes, this is a 1x2, no matter what you think! Um, I guess that's it! On with this particular story!
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A wistful Herro Yuy gazed into his "window to the human realm" once more and sighed, placing his chin in hand shaking his head. Lightly touching the surface of the globe, he traced the outline of the miniature rendition of his Guardian Charge.
"Oh come now, Wufei! Is that anyway to treat the boy who made you breakfast?" He commented dryly, as he watched the comic kitchen scene within his orb unfold.
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Angrily shoving papers and books into a backpack stood Heero's ward, Chang. "Duo, that's not breakfast! That's.. burnt! I ask you to make breakfast one morning, so that we wont be late just ONCE, and you go and fall asleep? INJUSTICE!"
"Nyugh?" replied the braided recipient of the tirade. This sleeping, comatose boy of about 15 was use to the tirades of his roommate and childhood friend, one Wufei Chang. Both boys ahd been abandoned at early stages in their lives, and had banded together to surive. What else could they be but closer than brothers?
"DUO!" shouted the enraged Asian boy, as he threw the ruined breakfast into the sink, and continued shoving books into his hastily loaded book bag. He finished, and grabbed his own bag, as well as the unaware Duo's own knapsack, collected his keys, and dragged his braided friend to his feet.
"Ow! OW! DAMN FEI! I'm awake already! Leggo, leggo!" yelped the abused Duo, as he was drug from apartment and building to the awaiting bike outside.
Wufei relented, and shoved the bags at Duo, in a silent demand that the boy hold them both. Wufei unhooked his bike from the buildings bike rack, and sat himself astride the seat. He beckoned hurriedly to the slower boy. "Come On Duo, Or we'll be late again!"
"Hai Fei Fei!" Grinning the unaffected teen hopped onto the protruding bars on the back wheel of Wufei's bike.
"Don't call me that!" exclaimed Wufei, and the two were off, to spend their day at school.
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Heero grinned from above, watching as the two speed along the roads, knocking pedestrians aside in their pursuit of timeliness. His charge, Wufei, was a very responsible boy, a well adjusted boy.
I am very proud of him. Heero thought, as he drew himself away from the enchanting boys.
And yet, was it not true, that Herro had also developed a penchant for the braided one as well?
But he is not your charge! He told himself roughly. He is not your concern!
Understanding this, with a curt nod, Herro Yuy, Ranking fifth arch-angel of Heaven, and son of the famed Raphael, removed himself from his Gazer's Room, stretched his wings behind him, and walked down a stupefyingly white hallway. Still, he found himself concerned with the mildly befuddled, but not unpleasantly so, reaction that Duo Maxwell had stirred within him, and the smile that had caused it.
If there had been onlookers to his state of mind, they might have commented that it looked as if he were practicing scowling (1) as he proceeded down the aisle.
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(1)He was practicing his own smile. Awwww. Heero "smiles" at her Eep!
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