The Girl I've Been Telling You About
By the Great Saiygal
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters in it.
~*~prologue~*~
It was two in the morning when Trowa Barton was summoned from a groggy half-sleep. The cause was what sounded like several outraged demons pounding on his door. Trowa begrudgingly got up from his warm, leather chair to answer the wild knocking.
*Who could that be? And more importantly, what do they want?* Trowa thought.
When he opened the door, he found a thoroughly disturbed, trembling Duo. The American pilot's face had taken on a pale, greyish look and much of his unruly reddish brown hair had escaped the messy long braid and fell in front of his large, violet, bloodshot eyes.
"Duo?" murmured Trowa drowsily.
Duo stalked into Trowa's office and slumped onto the floor. Trowa was puzzled beyond the meaning of the word. He uncomfortably looked down at his friend who lay crumpled on the floor. Duo was clutching something in his hand and was whimpering like an injured child. Trowa's head was spinning.
*what happened i'm so tired my head is throbbing what is duo holding what is going on something bad something very bad*
Trowa knelt beside his friend and with surprisingly little effort he pried a wrinkled wallet sized photograph from Duo's hand. It was a blue-eyed lady with short black hair and ivory skin. A lovely smile too. Hilde. Hilde Schbeiker.
Duo turned his dark eyes up on Trowa and something between a sneer and a crazed grin crossed his face.
"She's gone Trowa." He hissed "Dead. Shot. Murdered . . ." the words grew progressively hoarse and quiet. He snatched the photo from Trowa's grasp with a shaking clamy hand. "Don't worry Hilde, I'll kill that blond whore just for you. Just like she murdered you, all those bullets and blood . . ."
Duo lowered his head and his profile was sharply outlined by the harsh city lights that filtered in through Trowa's office window. He collapsed on the floor with a moan that so perfectly expressed his tortured spirit.
Trowa felt a cold sweat creep down his back and, unsure of what to do or say, he quietly walked out into the hallway, hoping he would find someone better qualified to explain to him what had happened. It wasn't until around 5:30 that he discovered the magnitude of the disaster. Who knew such a routine mission could have gone to hell in such a short amount of time?
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Do you like it? (If you do I beg you to review it *sniffle* please!) More is coming soon!
By the Great Saiygal
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters in it.
~*~prologue~*~
It was two in the morning when Trowa Barton was summoned from a groggy half-sleep. The cause was what sounded like several outraged demons pounding on his door. Trowa begrudgingly got up from his warm, leather chair to answer the wild knocking.
*Who could that be? And more importantly, what do they want?* Trowa thought.
When he opened the door, he found a thoroughly disturbed, trembling Duo. The American pilot's face had taken on a pale, greyish look and much of his unruly reddish brown hair had escaped the messy long braid and fell in front of his large, violet, bloodshot eyes.
"Duo?" murmured Trowa drowsily.
Duo stalked into Trowa's office and slumped onto the floor. Trowa was puzzled beyond the meaning of the word. He uncomfortably looked down at his friend who lay crumpled on the floor. Duo was clutching something in his hand and was whimpering like an injured child. Trowa's head was spinning.
*what happened i'm so tired my head is throbbing what is duo holding what is going on something bad something very bad*
Trowa knelt beside his friend and with surprisingly little effort he pried a wrinkled wallet sized photograph from Duo's hand. It was a blue-eyed lady with short black hair and ivory skin. A lovely smile too. Hilde. Hilde Schbeiker.
Duo turned his dark eyes up on Trowa and something between a sneer and a crazed grin crossed his face.
"She's gone Trowa." He hissed "Dead. Shot. Murdered . . ." the words grew progressively hoarse and quiet. He snatched the photo from Trowa's grasp with a shaking clamy hand. "Don't worry Hilde, I'll kill that blond whore just for you. Just like she murdered you, all those bullets and blood . . ."
Duo lowered his head and his profile was sharply outlined by the harsh city lights that filtered in through Trowa's office window. He collapsed on the floor with a moan that so perfectly expressed his tortured spirit.
Trowa felt a cold sweat creep down his back and, unsure of what to do or say, he quietly walked out into the hallway, hoping he would find someone better qualified to explain to him what had happened. It wasn't until around 5:30 that he discovered the magnitude of the disaster. Who knew such a routine mission could have gone to hell in such a short amount of time?
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Do you like it? (If you do I beg you to review it *sniffle* please!) More is coming soon!