Author's Notes 6/4/02:
Helooooo everyone! Your good buddy Windi is back with another little fic that will have you scrabbling for tissues. Each reading comes with a complimentary Box of Kleenex, provided by the good folks at -your- household! Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: So I sent this to Disney for approval and they mailed me a greeting card that laughed when I opened it.
Warning: Okay...so there is ONE curse Word! Steel Yourselves! No, really, I only used it because it was appropriate at the moment.
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When Nobody Wins.
Chapter 1: No U-Turn.
"NoseDive Flashblade, don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you!"
NoseDive just kept walking, an angry scowl upon his beak. He stormed through the Pond's entryway from the hanger, banging on the automatic door when it didn't open quickly enough. WildWing was close behind him, eyes blazing angrily,
"NoseDive, I am not done talking to you!" Again the older drake received no response, and he gritted his beak in frustration, a hand running roughly though his short cropped hair, "You -can't- just run into battle halfcocked! you'll get yourself KILLED!"
Halfway through the main room, Dive spun around. He kept his arm pressed closely to his side, unwilling to admit exactly how badly he'd hurt it in this last clash with Dragaunus and his henchmen.
He glared at his big brother, carefully hiding the underlying hurt that he felt at his Wing's words. "I was not Going into battle 'half-cocked'...I knew what I was Doing!"
WildWing snorted derisively, "So you planned on having the textile factory blow sky high?? You -wanted- hundreds of workers to lose their jobs because they no longer have a place to return to work AT!? Is THAT IT!?"
The blonde duck flinched away from Wing's words, feeling the guilt already laden upon him increase tenfold. The team leader didn't seem to notice, "If you had just Waited for five -seconds,- NoseDive, I could have organized a plan that would have saved us a LOT of Trouble!"
"FINE!" NoseDive's voice his an unnatural octave, the strain upon his already damaged feelings showing in his tone, "FINE, WILDWING! YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT AND I'M ALWAYS WRONG! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!!"
He began to walk away from him again, wanting only to get away. Wing reached out and grabbed his by the arm. Dive let out a cry of pain, trying to free his injured arm from his brother' grasp, but Wing's face was mottled with anger, too incensed to notice his little brother's discomfort.
The four other team members stood silently in the doorway, exchanging worried glances. They had been angry with Dive's gung-ho attitude as well, but would never have yelled at him as Wing did now. Unsure of how to respond, they had all held their tongues. At least until now.
Duke blinked, shocked at Wing's indifference to the look of pain on his brother's face. The retired thief knew that his leader was wrapped up in his anger, but wasn't he -looking?!- "...Wing, let him go.."
But the Flashblade was already yelling again.
"NO, I'm not HAPPY NOW!" Wing Continued to vent, unmindful of the brightness in his little brother's eyes. "I'll be -Happy- when you stop acting like some stupid kid and start Thinking before you ACT! I swear with the way we have to pull your fat out of the fryer all the time, you might have been safer staying on Puckworld!"
As soon as the words left his beak, WildWing ached to take them back. NoseDive's eyes grew impossibly large, their dark pupils swimming with tears. The team captain abruptly released him, looking down at his bruised arm with a twist of concern in his gut. Stars, what had he done...
"..Dive..." WildWing felt sick. How could he have said those things. His voice died in his throat as his gaze met his younger brother's. Hurt and pain and Betrayal was all he read in those glistening depths. Shit. "...I.."
NoseDive suddenly darted forward. He had to get away. Away from all this pain...all this loneliness he thought he had conquered.
"NoseDive, Wait!" Wing turned, reaching for his brother as he rushed past him. But the younger Flashblade was too quick, and Wing was afraid to touch him, for all that he'd done.
The Duck's at the doorway didn't try to stop him. They parted silently as he bolted into the hanger, then reformed a seamless wall before their leader as he started to go after the boy. WildWing looked down into the faces of his companions, startled.
Duke met his gaze with his one good eye. The older drake's beak was firm in muted anger, his gaze accusatory. Wing found he could not hold it for long.
Tanya's head was lowered, her expression deeply troubled, Concern grooving a deep line in her brow. Motherly.
Mallory, too, couldn't meet his gaze. Her visage was shuttered, and she seemed very interested in the ceiling...
Grin's gaze was quiet, unreproachful. His expression retained it's calm sense of repose. Yet, his eyes welled with sadness, which was not lost to the Mighty Duck's team Captain...
The silence, louder than all the yelling, weighed heavy upon the ducks' hearts. When the Duckcycle roared to life, none of them moved until it's rumble faded into the distance.
Helooooo everyone! Your good buddy Windi is back with another little fic that will have you scrabbling for tissues. Each reading comes with a complimentary Box of Kleenex, provided by the good folks at -your- household! Enjoy!
***
Disclaimer: So I sent this to Disney for approval and they mailed me a greeting card that laughed when I opened it.
Warning: Okay...so there is ONE curse Word! Steel Yourselves! No, really, I only used it because it was appropriate at the moment.
***
When Nobody Wins.
Chapter 1: No U-Turn.
"NoseDive Flashblade, don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you!"
NoseDive just kept walking, an angry scowl upon his beak. He stormed through the Pond's entryway from the hanger, banging on the automatic door when it didn't open quickly enough. WildWing was close behind him, eyes blazing angrily,
"NoseDive, I am not done talking to you!" Again the older drake received no response, and he gritted his beak in frustration, a hand running roughly though his short cropped hair, "You -can't- just run into battle halfcocked! you'll get yourself KILLED!"
Halfway through the main room, Dive spun around. He kept his arm pressed closely to his side, unwilling to admit exactly how badly he'd hurt it in this last clash with Dragaunus and his henchmen.
He glared at his big brother, carefully hiding the underlying hurt that he felt at his Wing's words. "I was not Going into battle 'half-cocked'...I knew what I was Doing!"
WildWing snorted derisively, "So you planned on having the textile factory blow sky high?? You -wanted- hundreds of workers to lose their jobs because they no longer have a place to return to work AT!? Is THAT IT!?"
The blonde duck flinched away from Wing's words, feeling the guilt already laden upon him increase tenfold. The team leader didn't seem to notice, "If you had just Waited for five -seconds,- NoseDive, I could have organized a plan that would have saved us a LOT of Trouble!"
"FINE!" NoseDive's voice his an unnatural octave, the strain upon his already damaged feelings showing in his tone, "FINE, WILDWING! YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT AND I'M ALWAYS WRONG! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!!"
He began to walk away from him again, wanting only to get away. Wing reached out and grabbed his by the arm. Dive let out a cry of pain, trying to free his injured arm from his brother' grasp, but Wing's face was mottled with anger, too incensed to notice his little brother's discomfort.
The four other team members stood silently in the doorway, exchanging worried glances. They had been angry with Dive's gung-ho attitude as well, but would never have yelled at him as Wing did now. Unsure of how to respond, they had all held their tongues. At least until now.
Duke blinked, shocked at Wing's indifference to the look of pain on his brother's face. The retired thief knew that his leader was wrapped up in his anger, but wasn't he -looking?!- "...Wing, let him go.."
But the Flashblade was already yelling again.
"NO, I'm not HAPPY NOW!" Wing Continued to vent, unmindful of the brightness in his little brother's eyes. "I'll be -Happy- when you stop acting like some stupid kid and start Thinking before you ACT! I swear with the way we have to pull your fat out of the fryer all the time, you might have been safer staying on Puckworld!"
As soon as the words left his beak, WildWing ached to take them back. NoseDive's eyes grew impossibly large, their dark pupils swimming with tears. The team captain abruptly released him, looking down at his bruised arm with a twist of concern in his gut. Stars, what had he done...
"..Dive..." WildWing felt sick. How could he have said those things. His voice died in his throat as his gaze met his younger brother's. Hurt and pain and Betrayal was all he read in those glistening depths. Shit. "...I.."
NoseDive suddenly darted forward. He had to get away. Away from all this pain...all this loneliness he thought he had conquered.
"NoseDive, Wait!" Wing turned, reaching for his brother as he rushed past him. But the younger Flashblade was too quick, and Wing was afraid to touch him, for all that he'd done.
The Duck's at the doorway didn't try to stop him. They parted silently as he bolted into the hanger, then reformed a seamless wall before their leader as he started to go after the boy. WildWing looked down into the faces of his companions, startled.
Duke met his gaze with his one good eye. The older drake's beak was firm in muted anger, his gaze accusatory. Wing found he could not hold it for long.
Tanya's head was lowered, her expression deeply troubled, Concern grooving a deep line in her brow. Motherly.
Mallory, too, couldn't meet his gaze. Her visage was shuttered, and she seemed very interested in the ceiling...
Grin's gaze was quiet, unreproachful. His expression retained it's calm sense of repose. Yet, his eyes welled with sadness, which was not lost to the Mighty Duck's team Captain...
The silence, louder than all the yelling, weighed heavy upon the ducks' hearts. When the Duckcycle roared to life, none of them moved until it's rumble faded into the distance.
