Dang.
Okay.
I bring to you, with much embarrasment-
FICS I WROTE WHEN I WAS...
ELEVEN!
Oh good gravy. ;-;
Basically, um...I discovered my old fanfic account, which I thought had been deleted or whatever. Damn, it was a surprise, though. So. I'm copying the fics into this account, making them up a bit, but trying not to change too much, just neaten them up, deal with spelling and grammer...But keep the basic ideas.
Here's the first one in the 'Fics I wrote when I was eleven', saga-
Running (with the original context, and summary).
Duo has gone missing. And when he is found, he is hurt bad. Can Heero help? 1x2, R&R!
Hiya! R&R! Please!
Disclaimer: Ahem...I do not own Gundam Wing. Parings: A bit of 1x2 and hints of 3x4. Warnigs: Yaoi, Duo-injured.
Heero was running in his dream. He was running though a thick fog, calling out to somebody. Duo.
Duo had not made contact with the G-boys, Hilde, or anyone since the end of War. So, Heero kept trying to find him in his sleep. But the fog was so thick, and he kept drifting, losing concentration...
Next Morning-
Quarte was awakened by the loud tapping of Heero on his laptop. To his surprise, it was quite late. Well, at least later then Heero normally would wake him up. Heero had been very lonesome since Duo had gone, because Quarte had Trowa, and Wufei was the ever lone Dragon Warrior and didn't need anybody, but Heero had been having nightmares, and they were resulting in insomnia.
Morning, Heero,' said Quarte, stretching slowly and walking into the room where Heero had put his laptop.
Hn,' muttered Heero. Quarte shot a look at the computers' screen.
Anymore missions?' he asked. Yeah,' answered Heero, 'One. For me and Trowa. Army base, North of here. Still trying to make mobile dolls.'
O.K...What time?' The Arabian asked.
10.00 am'
O.K...So you and Trowa will want an early breakfast...'
A long yawn interrupted the boy's conversation Trowa stood, sleepy eyed, by the doorway.
He said; Did somebody say my name?''
Yeah, Trowa,'said Heero, stretching,'We've a mission at 10.00, so eat quick, because we've got to get there first.'
He said;'Kay, thanks!''
Any missions for me, Heero?' Wufei asked, appearing from nowhere.
No...hang on...tonight to tomorrow morning 00.00-06.00.'
They all went down the stairs in melancholy silence, all thinking about Duo. It was a year since he last made contact, and everybody (even Wufei) was missing him like crazy. Heero was thinking if he was here, he would already be hyped up on coffee, and even though he would threaten him with death at least six times, the braided baka would wake everyone up, and make the atmosphere lighter.
10.00 Pilot 01 and Pilot 03 Mission.
Okay. Trowa, I'll go that way,' instructed Heero, pointing left, 'and you go that way.' He said, pointing straight foreword
Trowa nodded, but his deep brown eyes were full of something. Something that Heero could not quite place, but was very familiar to him from the war. Was it...was it fear that the fearless clown was showing? But Trowa was fearless, and the mission was very simple. No, must be excitement or something...still, worth keeping an eye on, thought Heero.
Whats in Trowa's eyes that Heero can not place? Find out the answer to that and a lot more next time on...um, I kinda don't have a title...-Sweatdrops as readers facefault.-
Ugh.
As me looking back on...me, I must say I'm disgusted.
I've changed so little in this! I've got rid of one bit of chatspeak, edited a little bad spelling and grammer, but the idea's the same, and so is...everything else. I even kept the 'Trowa talking through Quatre' bit in, even though that made me CRINGE.
So, R&R. But, keep in mind that I was ELEVEN. -Shudder.- So, the bold type is all me as I am now, whilst the 'normal' and italic fonts are my original words of being eleven. xD