::MISSION:: Code Name: Clearer Mind - The Endless Waltz
*~*PZD*~*
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of the Gundam characters, and don't plan
on using them for anything other that what I am doing now, which is
not using in a way in which the characters that I do not own, will be
used… Confusing, isn't it? I hate all of that legal fecal matter! Heh-
heh-heh…. It may have some spoilers….
Hee-hee-hee… ~M-Chan
Uh…
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*** = Flashback
~ ~ ~
An invitation arrived at the twenty-fifth-floor apartment in the
large city of Neo New York.
The twenty-one year-old bent down gently to inspect the letter then
stuff it deep into his pocket before sliding his card-key into the
malfunctioning lock and kicking the door twice. The man shut the door
behind himself and dropped his snow-covered jacket on the floor,
kicking off his combat boots. He needed a bath badly. The man
stripped slowly as he strolled over to his bed and sat as he slid off
his jeans pressing the large black button on his answering machine
and smiling broadly.
"H-hey! Where are you! I tried to call you at work today, but I guess
you were busy or something, you must call me tonight… Trowa and I are
looking forward to your call… we have something very special
planned!!! Jaa~ Oh and you better remember… Or I will send Rashid
down there and he'll drag you back by your hair! Bye!!!"
Quatre's voice had not, to the surprise of anyone, changed
whatsoever; it was still high and somewhat feminine… but that was
Quatre!!!
The man laughed then walked towards the immense bathroom and picking
up the black cordless phone. He sat on the edge of the whirlpool tub
and turned on the hot then cold water. His mission was to get feeling
back in his lower appendages. As the tub filled, the twenty-one year
old rose and stepped infront of the bathroom mirror. Smiling widely
and raking a hand through his messy bangs, he blinked a few times and
ran his fingers across his cheek. He needed to shave, desperately… He
didn't really like the way he looked with a moustache or a beard… he
preferred the baby-softness that he had became accustomed to
throughout his younger days as a Gundam pilot. He still piloted his
cherished Gundam and still went on missions with the others. But it
had been a significant while since they were needed. The man smiled
slightly and climbed into the tub, making sure his phone didn't get
wet and he dunked his head under. As he surfaced, he grabbed the
phone, pressing speed dial to his best friend. He really didn't want
Rashid to come and get him.
"Winner residence, Quatre speaking."
"Heya Q-man!"
"DUO!!! I'm so happy you got the message!!! Did you get the
invitation?"
"Yep, but I haven't looked at it yet."
"Look at it now!"
"Err.. I cant… I'm kinda takin' a bath right this second."
"Oh… well, thanks for the mental picture."
"Anytime!"
Both of the pilots laughed a bit.
"What's it for anyway?"
"I have invited all of us back to my estate for the holiday… I really
hope you can come!"
"Of course man! Who's showing up so far?"
"Well obviously myself and Trowa, Heero accepted and Wufei just got
back to me today… so everyone! It will be great don't you think?"
"Oh definitely! I haven't seen them all for what?"
"Eleven months Duo."
"This will be great! I will be there!!!"
"Wonderful! Read the invitation and you'll be all set! I'm really
looking forward to seeing you! And so is Tro-kun!"
"Hey! Can I speak to him?"
"Sure Duo.. lemme give him the phone, okay?"
"No problem."
Duo smiled as he grasped the end of his braid and gently slipped off
the rubber band, flicking it across the bathroom and cursing as he
missed the sink. A deeper voice now filled the background and Duo's
smile widened. Trowa had really begun to talk these past few years.
It had taken Quatre a little while to really get the European boy to
open up to him, but it happened and they both were pleased.
"Hello?"
"Hey-hey Trooooooowa!!!"
The formerly silent pilot huffed out a small laugh and answered with
an equally bright response.
"Yeeeeeeees?"
Duo burst into more laughter. He was really glad that Trowa said more
than three words a day.
"How are ya bud?"
"I'm doing well, and yourself?"
"I'm just dandy!"
Again Trowa laughed.
"You are coming, right?"
"Oh hell yes!"
"Good, we are both looking forward to your arrival."
"Thanks man!"
"No problem baka."
"W-what?"
"Heh-heh…"
"Oh man Trowa… you are creepy."
"Oh I know."
"Thanks again… later Trowa… tell Q good bye for me, okay?"
"Sure."
"Jaa!"
With that the braided man dropped the phone to the floor and sunk
deeper into his bath. Letting his hair float all around his head. Oh
boy he wasn't ready for this. Seeing Trowa and Quatre again he could
deal with. Yes, he really, really could, but not Heero… no, no, not
Heero at all and Wufei, well that was an entire different story. Duo
came back up for air and leaned his head against the back of the tub,
bringing a hand up to his cheek and then dropping it back into the
warm, welcoming water. Far too many bad memories of that stoic pilot.
~ ~ ~
*~*PZD*~*
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of the Gundam characters, and don't plan
on using them for anything other that what I am doing now, which is
not using in a way in which the characters that I do not own, will be
used… Confusing, isn't it? I hate all of that legal fecal matter! Heh-
heh-heh…. It may have some spoilers….
Hee-hee-hee… ~M-Chan
Uh…
~ ~ ~ = Chapter
*** = Flashback
~ ~ ~
An invitation arrived at the twenty-fifth-floor apartment in the
large city of Neo New York.
The twenty-one year-old bent down gently to inspect the letter then
stuff it deep into his pocket before sliding his card-key into the
malfunctioning lock and kicking the door twice. The man shut the door
behind himself and dropped his snow-covered jacket on the floor,
kicking off his combat boots. He needed a bath badly. The man
stripped slowly as he strolled over to his bed and sat as he slid off
his jeans pressing the large black button on his answering machine
and smiling broadly.
"H-hey! Where are you! I tried to call you at work today, but I guess
you were busy or something, you must call me tonight… Trowa and I are
looking forward to your call… we have something very special
planned!!! Jaa~ Oh and you better remember… Or I will send Rashid
down there and he'll drag you back by your hair! Bye!!!"
Quatre's voice had not, to the surprise of anyone, changed
whatsoever; it was still high and somewhat feminine… but that was
Quatre!!!
The man laughed then walked towards the immense bathroom and picking
up the black cordless phone. He sat on the edge of the whirlpool tub
and turned on the hot then cold water. His mission was to get feeling
back in his lower appendages. As the tub filled, the twenty-one year
old rose and stepped infront of the bathroom mirror. Smiling widely
and raking a hand through his messy bangs, he blinked a few times and
ran his fingers across his cheek. He needed to shave, desperately… He
didn't really like the way he looked with a moustache or a beard… he
preferred the baby-softness that he had became accustomed to
throughout his younger days as a Gundam pilot. He still piloted his
cherished Gundam and still went on missions with the others. But it
had been a significant while since they were needed. The man smiled
slightly and climbed into the tub, making sure his phone didn't get
wet and he dunked his head under. As he surfaced, he grabbed the
phone, pressing speed dial to his best friend. He really didn't want
Rashid to come and get him.
"Winner residence, Quatre speaking."
"Heya Q-man!"
"DUO!!! I'm so happy you got the message!!! Did you get the
invitation?"
"Yep, but I haven't looked at it yet."
"Look at it now!"
"Err.. I cant… I'm kinda takin' a bath right this second."
"Oh… well, thanks for the mental picture."
"Anytime!"
Both of the pilots laughed a bit.
"What's it for anyway?"
"I have invited all of us back to my estate for the holiday… I really
hope you can come!"
"Of course man! Who's showing up so far?"
"Well obviously myself and Trowa, Heero accepted and Wufei just got
back to me today… so everyone! It will be great don't you think?"
"Oh definitely! I haven't seen them all for what?"
"Eleven months Duo."
"This will be great! I will be there!!!"
"Wonderful! Read the invitation and you'll be all set! I'm really
looking forward to seeing you! And so is Tro-kun!"
"Hey! Can I speak to him?"
"Sure Duo.. lemme give him the phone, okay?"
"No problem."
Duo smiled as he grasped the end of his braid and gently slipped off
the rubber band, flicking it across the bathroom and cursing as he
missed the sink. A deeper voice now filled the background and Duo's
smile widened. Trowa had really begun to talk these past few years.
It had taken Quatre a little while to really get the European boy to
open up to him, but it happened and they both were pleased.
"Hello?"
"Hey-hey Trooooooowa!!!"
The formerly silent pilot huffed out a small laugh and answered with
an equally bright response.
"Yeeeeeeees?"
Duo burst into more laughter. He was really glad that Trowa said more
than three words a day.
"How are ya bud?"
"I'm doing well, and yourself?"
"I'm just dandy!"
Again Trowa laughed.
"You are coming, right?"
"Oh hell yes!"
"Good, we are both looking forward to your arrival."
"Thanks man!"
"No problem baka."
"W-what?"
"Heh-heh…"
"Oh man Trowa… you are creepy."
"Oh I know."
"Thanks again… later Trowa… tell Q good bye for me, okay?"
"Sure."
"Jaa!"
With that the braided man dropped the phone to the floor and sunk
deeper into his bath. Letting his hair float all around his head. Oh
boy he wasn't ready for this. Seeing Trowa and Quatre again he could
deal with. Yes, he really, really could, but not Heero… no, no, not
Heero at all and Wufei, well that was an entire different story. Duo
came back up for air and leaned his head against the back of the tub,
bringing a hand up to his cheek and then dropping it back into the
warm, welcoming water. Far too many bad memories of that stoic pilot.
~ ~ ~