The snow fell from the heavens and covered the ground with a thick layer of
white cotton. The days grew cold and short, night came faster than ever.
The gundam pilots sat cozily in between the walls of the Sanq Kingdom
sipping away at coffee and talking late into the night about the future.
The four pilots sat around in a half circle facing towards the fire laughing and talking quietly amongst them selves. Duo had grown, by a few inches and his hair was still in the plain single braid. He sat at the very edge of half circle holding tightly onto a large coffee cup staring off into the fire. He still wore the same clothing as before. He fidgeted around in his seat trying to get comfortable without spilling anything. He turned and looked at Quatre who laughed.
Quatre brushed his golden hair from his face and smiled. He sat silently beside Duo in a small couch listening to the conversation between his friends. He was now happily engaged. Quatre was still as gentle and kind as he always was. He sat with his legs stretched out in front of him. He wore a tight black turtleneck and a baggy pair of blue jeans, holding onto the coffee cup tightly as if he was trying to attract the warmth coming from the cup. His hair had grown and his bangs now reached far past is nose. He brushed his hair from his pale face again and smiled. "When do you plan to get that trimmed?" A stern voice called out.
"Huh?" Quatre replied turning around. Catherine Bloom walked in the door holding onto a large tray. . She wore a baggy green shirt, which looked as if she had purposely stretched it and a pair of large black shorts. She walked over and placed the tray onto the small coffee table in front of them.
"I said when do you plan to get your hair trimmed? It's getting a little long." She repeated. Quatre laughed.
"And I suppose your going to cut it for me?" Catherine shot him a look.
"Is that a challenge?" She said placing her hands on her hips. Quatre shrugged and rested back into the couch. She stood for a minute and lounged forwards at Quatre. She grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him up and out of the room. As she left the only thing the pilots heard was "I'll show you! I'll give your hair the best damn cut you've ever seen!" The three pilots laughed.
Trowa stood slowly walked towards the fire. He placed his arm on the mantle and looked at his fellow pilots. "It's going to be a long Christmas this year." He said, silently.
"Yeah, but I still can't believe Heero's got things and some sort of mission to do. I mean it's five days before Christmas for crying out loud. Dr. J could at least give him the days off, he's not a machine.."Duo staggered, "sort of." He looked at Wufei, who glance Duo in the eye and took a long drink from his cup. Then stuck out his tongue shaking his head, Wufei hated the after taste of coffee but drank it anyways.
Trowa turned around and looked them in the eye. "What do you suppose it will be like this year?" He asked. "No different from last year." A gentle female voice answered. The three remaining pilots looked towards where the voice came from. Karrie stood in the doorway smiling. She wore a small white shirt that had been buttoned half way and a pair of blue jeans. She walked towards them her black hair swaying from side to side. She walked over and sat down in the empty seat Quatre had left and looked at each of them with her deep brown eyes, as if to read their minds. She brushed her hair aside and smiled. "Christmas isn't going to be any different, we're all here aren't we? That's enough. It'll be just like last year even if Heero isn't here."
Author's note: This is my first fanfic that's actually going on the net.and for those of you who don't know who Karrie is, well I just made her up, just for fun. It's not to discriminate anything or anyone.
The four pilots sat around in a half circle facing towards the fire laughing and talking quietly amongst them selves. Duo had grown, by a few inches and his hair was still in the plain single braid. He sat at the very edge of half circle holding tightly onto a large coffee cup staring off into the fire. He still wore the same clothing as before. He fidgeted around in his seat trying to get comfortable without spilling anything. He turned and looked at Quatre who laughed.
Quatre brushed his golden hair from his face and smiled. He sat silently beside Duo in a small couch listening to the conversation between his friends. He was now happily engaged. Quatre was still as gentle and kind as he always was. He sat with his legs stretched out in front of him. He wore a tight black turtleneck and a baggy pair of blue jeans, holding onto the coffee cup tightly as if he was trying to attract the warmth coming from the cup. His hair had grown and his bangs now reached far past is nose. He brushed his hair from his pale face again and smiled. "When do you plan to get that trimmed?" A stern voice called out.
"Huh?" Quatre replied turning around. Catherine Bloom walked in the door holding onto a large tray. . She wore a baggy green shirt, which looked as if she had purposely stretched it and a pair of large black shorts. She walked over and placed the tray onto the small coffee table in front of them.
"I said when do you plan to get your hair trimmed? It's getting a little long." She repeated. Quatre laughed.
"And I suppose your going to cut it for me?" Catherine shot him a look.
"Is that a challenge?" She said placing her hands on her hips. Quatre shrugged and rested back into the couch. She stood for a minute and lounged forwards at Quatre. She grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him up and out of the room. As she left the only thing the pilots heard was "I'll show you! I'll give your hair the best damn cut you've ever seen!" The three pilots laughed.
Trowa stood slowly walked towards the fire. He placed his arm on the mantle and looked at his fellow pilots. "It's going to be a long Christmas this year." He said, silently.
"Yeah, but I still can't believe Heero's got things and some sort of mission to do. I mean it's five days before Christmas for crying out loud. Dr. J could at least give him the days off, he's not a machine.."Duo staggered, "sort of." He looked at Wufei, who glance Duo in the eye and took a long drink from his cup. Then stuck out his tongue shaking his head, Wufei hated the after taste of coffee but drank it anyways.
Trowa turned around and looked them in the eye. "What do you suppose it will be like this year?" He asked. "No different from last year." A gentle female voice answered. The three remaining pilots looked towards where the voice came from. Karrie stood in the doorway smiling. She wore a small white shirt that had been buttoned half way and a pair of blue jeans. She walked towards them her black hair swaying from side to side. She walked over and sat down in the empty seat Quatre had left and looked at each of them with her deep brown eyes, as if to read their minds. She brushed her hair aside and smiled. "Christmas isn't going to be any different, we're all here aren't we? That's enough. It'll be just like last year even if Heero isn't here."
Author's note: This is my first fanfic that's actually going on the net.and for those of you who don't know who Karrie is, well I just made her up, just for fun. It's not to discriminate anything or anyone.
