Guess what.? Gundam Wing does NOT belong to me.^^
Ima Wa Me Wo Tojite Toki Wo Wasurete Miru
Part I - "Odayaka ni toki wo kizamu komorebi no nukumori..."
By Arcee
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Heero's fingers moved fluently over the keyboard of his laptop, finishing the report he was working on. He was focused solely on his typing, but he still registered that Duo had sat down across from him and decided to try to bore holes into Heero's forehead with his eyes.
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Trowa was leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking his third cup of coffee in the past hour. Wufei had enthralled himself in a book sitting cross-legged on the coach in the living room, his back to the other pilots.
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Heero sighed in annoyance and looked at the 02 pilot across the table from him. "What do you want?"
Duo grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "Nothin'.... but.... what do you do on that thing all day anyways?"
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"Writing a report." Heero stated. He went back to his typing.
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"Oh okay. Just wondering if you were, you know, writing fan fiction or somethin'...." Duo seemed nervous.
Heero frowned over at Duo. Duo winced. "Maxwell. I'm not in the mood for you antics." Heero went back to his typing.
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"........" Duo glanced at Trowa. "You know, Trowa, I don't think four cups an hour is that healthy....?" Trowa blinked and looked at Duo pointedly. Again, Duo winced.
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Duo sighed and got up. He slouched over to the living room, and with another sigh, collapsed into a chair. He looked over at Wufei and just watched for a few minutes.
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Wufei wasn't reading. Just staring at the page. He saw Duo watching him out of the corner of his eye, and when the American opened his mouth to say something, Wufei threw the book at him. It hit Duo in the forehead. Wufei got up and sauntered over to the bookshelf.
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Duo rubbed where Wufei's book had hit him. It really hurt, but he was too surprised for it to really register. He sighed again and cradled his head in his hands.
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Trowa glanced at the clock. It was starting to get on his nerves. He glanced quickly over at the living room at the sound of an impact and was surprised to see Duo sitting stunned, Wufei half-way across the room, and Wufei's book laying rumpled at Duo's feet, where it had landed. Heero looked surprised too.
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Heero felt his eyebrow twitch as the second hand faithfully kept its count.
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Wufei's nerves twinged every time the clock made a sound.
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Duo glared at the stupid device and its insistent sound of time going by.
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Trowa couldn't take it any longer. Apparently, neither could the others. While Trowa had launched his empty coffee mug at the clock, Duo had thrown the offending book at it. Heero had grabbed a random object--the salt shaker--and chucked it. Wufei had sent, with love, an ornament. Luckily, no one was too attached to anything they threw... all four missiles hit the unsuspecting timekeeper. It fell from the wall with a loud crash, just as a sleepy Quatre entered from the hallway.
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Tension drained from the air as if a stopper had been pulled. Anxiety took its place as the other pilots noticed Quatre was there. He was confused. Even more so when he found Trowa's arms around him, holding him firmly, but gently to the other boy. Quatre blinked.
"What...?" Quatre began. Trowa tightened his grip, and Quatre stiffened from..... pain? Quatre's quick intake of breath told Trowa to back off, and he lessened his hold on his friend.
Heero's expression went from relieved to worried. Wufei's from anxious to.... anxious-er. Duo put his hands on his hips and leaned foward, an unhappy, scolding look on his features.
"HEY!" he emphasized the word. "DO you know what TIME it is!?" Quatre looked over at the once-clock and looked back at Duo.
"You broke the clock." he stated. Duo slapped himself in the forehead, which reminded him of his wound. It hurt. A lot.
"You've been sleeping since we got back from our mission..." Heero started.
"...three days ago." Wufei held up three fingers. Quatre's eyes widened and he mouthed "Three days?" The others nodded. Then Quatre gasped.
"What happened!? Did we...!?" He was stopped by Trowa's finger on his lips. Heero shook his head.
"No. We're not quite sure what happened, but, after you took that hit, the whole operation fell apart."
Quatre tilted his head, confused. Trowa pressed on his back again and... the pain left stars dancing across his eyes. He was nauseated, disoriented, and was being moved. When he could see clearly again, and had his bearings straight, he was lying facedown on the coach, the others looking down at him worriedly.
They had managed to get Quatre's shirt off him, and Heero gently, carefully tried touching Quatre's spine. Quatre tensed, his face contorted in pain. Heero looked at the others.
"It's to be expected, considering the hit he took and Sandrock's condition..." Heero didn't say just what that condition was.
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Quatre woke up. Or woke up as much as a person drugged for the last forty- eight hours could. He was staring at a strange ceiling, trying to discern where he was when a voice sounded over an intercom. Quatre turned his head carefully, to try and get a better look at his surroundings. 'Trowa.' He thought happily as he tried shifting to a more comfortable position. He stopped as a jolt of pain shot through his spine.
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Trowa stared at his coffee mug. It was his sixth cup in an hour and a half. He did that when he was nervous or worried--drank too much coffee. And Catherine wondered how he had become a caffeine addict.
Trowa jerked his head up when he heard a moan of pain coming from the hospital bed beside him. "Quatre," he said grabbing the boy's hand. "How are you feeling?"
"Ow." Quatre said, blank-faced.
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Duo was laying down in one of the family waiting rooms, trying to ignore the clock's noise. He groaned in frustration, turned over onto his stomach, and covered his ears.
He'd been up half the night, keeping watch over Quatre, who'd just undergone a surgery. The impact that the Space-heart had taken on their last mission left his Gundam, Sandrock, in such a way, that it couldn't even be used for spare parts. No one had told Quatre yet, not that he'd been conscious enough to be told anything after they tried salvaging his mobile suit.
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Wufei tried to concentrate o his book, but after he realized he was reading the same paragraph again for the eighth time, he gave up. How could something destroy a Gundam Suit to the point that it was un-salvageable, with one shot?
Wufei shook his head as if he was trying to clear it. He should be thinking about the condition of the pilot, and here he was worrying about the Gundam. But his mind inevitably wandered back to Sandrock's destruction.
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Heero lifted his head off the table, leaning it on one hand instead. He drummed his fingers irritably on the surface, trying to make sense of the situation. That blast, it destroyed Sandrock and...
Heero rubbed his tired eyes. Maybe he should do what Duo was valiantly attempting to do--to sleep--but he knew it was futile. He wouldn't be able to sleep with his mind thinking so busily.
Quatre had been unconscious since the mission, almost a week ago now. He ended up with a concussion, but no one could wake him up, so they waited. Quatre woke up two days ago with multiple scratches and bruises, one of which graced his jaw line. Twenty-two stitches went to a gash on his forehead, just below his hairline. All minor injuries. The injury that had everyone in a stir was the damage inflicted to his back. Quatre broke his spine in two places, and no one knew for almost four days after it had happened.
Heero sighed, gave the ticking clock a glare, and left the room, saying "I'm going to check up on them." Duo and Wufei looked at each other, then scrambled after Heero.
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Trowa hardly noticed when the other three pilots entered Quatre's room. He was watching Quatre sleep a natural, non-drugged or artificially-induced sleep. he wanted to just sit there and watch.
"How is he?" Heero whispered. Trowa reluctantly pulled his gaze from his sleeping friend to look at the others. They had noticed his reluctance and had tensed with alarm. Trowa smiled.
"He was awake for all of two minutes." Trowa said unexpectedly. "He's just sleeping now." Heero nodded and Duo sighed with relief. Wufei, strangely enough, looked a bit shame-faced. yet relieved at the same time.
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Wufei glanced at the offending, unanimate object and then leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Trowa gave him an inquiring look, but he ignored it. "How do we tell him about Sandrock? WHEN do we tell him?" Three pairs of eyes stared at him curiously.
"When he asks about Sandrock, we tell him. No hiding the facts." Heero stated "He'll be upset, but it's not the end of the world." The four pilots glanced over at Quatre as he mumbled something incoherent in his sleep. Trowa held Quatre's hand tighter.
Arcee: Um.. Yeah. I guess that wasn't too bad for my first try, but I'm new at this. THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC EVER!!! So, feel free to be the critique. I will try and fix any errors and if it's bad. please don't be TOO mean about it!
Duo: 'scuse me, Ms. Narrator? Is there a reason a book came flying at my beautiful face?
Arcee: Um......no.
Duo: What!? So it was pointless!!??
Arcee: It was convenient. *Duo glares* Hey! It was your own fault for trying to make conversation when everyone was in a bad mood!
Wufei: "Hit the books or the book will be thrown at you."
Quatre: That was very wise, Wufei.
Wufei: Meh. *Throws away Bazooka Joe wrapper.*
Trowa: *looks over Heero's shoulder, who just happens to be on his laptop.* You WERE writing fan fiction!!!
Heero: ERK!!! *closes laptop quickly*
All: *sweatdrops*
Ima Wa Me Wo Tojite Toki Wo Wasurete Miru
Part I - "Odayaka ni toki wo kizamu komorebi no nukumori..."
By Arcee
Tick Tick Tick
Heero's fingers moved fluently over the keyboard of his laptop, finishing the report he was working on. He was focused solely on his typing, but he still registered that Duo had sat down across from him and decided to try to bore holes into Heero's forehead with his eyes.
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Trowa was leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking his third cup of coffee in the past hour. Wufei had enthralled himself in a book sitting cross-legged on the coach in the living room, his back to the other pilots.
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Heero sighed in annoyance and looked at the 02 pilot across the table from him. "What do you want?"
Duo grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "Nothin'.... but.... what do you do on that thing all day anyways?"
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"Writing a report." Heero stated. He went back to his typing.
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"Oh okay. Just wondering if you were, you know, writing fan fiction or somethin'...." Duo seemed nervous.
Heero frowned over at Duo. Duo winced. "Maxwell. I'm not in the mood for you antics." Heero went back to his typing.
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"........" Duo glanced at Trowa. "You know, Trowa, I don't think four cups an hour is that healthy....?" Trowa blinked and looked at Duo pointedly. Again, Duo winced.
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Duo sighed and got up. He slouched over to the living room, and with another sigh, collapsed into a chair. He looked over at Wufei and just watched for a few minutes.
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Wufei wasn't reading. Just staring at the page. He saw Duo watching him out of the corner of his eye, and when the American opened his mouth to say something, Wufei threw the book at him. It hit Duo in the forehead. Wufei got up and sauntered over to the bookshelf.
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Duo rubbed where Wufei's book had hit him. It really hurt, but he was too surprised for it to really register. He sighed again and cradled his head in his hands.
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Trowa glanced at the clock. It was starting to get on his nerves. He glanced quickly over at the living room at the sound of an impact and was surprised to see Duo sitting stunned, Wufei half-way across the room, and Wufei's book laying rumpled at Duo's feet, where it had landed. Heero looked surprised too.
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Heero felt his eyebrow twitch as the second hand faithfully kept its count.
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Wufei's nerves twinged every time the clock made a sound.
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Duo glared at the stupid device and its insistent sound of time going by.
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Trowa couldn't take it any longer. Apparently, neither could the others. While Trowa had launched his empty coffee mug at the clock, Duo had thrown the offending book at it. Heero had grabbed a random object--the salt shaker--and chucked it. Wufei had sent, with love, an ornament. Luckily, no one was too attached to anything they threw... all four missiles hit the unsuspecting timekeeper. It fell from the wall with a loud crash, just as a sleepy Quatre entered from the hallway.
Tick Tick Ti-
Tension drained from the air as if a stopper had been pulled. Anxiety took its place as the other pilots noticed Quatre was there. He was confused. Even more so when he found Trowa's arms around him, holding him firmly, but gently to the other boy. Quatre blinked.
"What...?" Quatre began. Trowa tightened his grip, and Quatre stiffened from..... pain? Quatre's quick intake of breath told Trowa to back off, and he lessened his hold on his friend.
Heero's expression went from relieved to worried. Wufei's from anxious to.... anxious-er. Duo put his hands on his hips and leaned foward, an unhappy, scolding look on his features.
"HEY!" he emphasized the word. "DO you know what TIME it is!?" Quatre looked over at the once-clock and looked back at Duo.
"You broke the clock." he stated. Duo slapped himself in the forehead, which reminded him of his wound. It hurt. A lot.
"You've been sleeping since we got back from our mission..." Heero started.
"...three days ago." Wufei held up three fingers. Quatre's eyes widened and he mouthed "Three days?" The others nodded. Then Quatre gasped.
"What happened!? Did we...!?" He was stopped by Trowa's finger on his lips. Heero shook his head.
"No. We're not quite sure what happened, but, after you took that hit, the whole operation fell apart."
Quatre tilted his head, confused. Trowa pressed on his back again and... the pain left stars dancing across his eyes. He was nauseated, disoriented, and was being moved. When he could see clearly again, and had his bearings straight, he was lying facedown on the coach, the others looking down at him worriedly.
They had managed to get Quatre's shirt off him, and Heero gently, carefully tried touching Quatre's spine. Quatre tensed, his face contorted in pain. Heero looked at the others.
"It's to be expected, considering the hit he took and Sandrock's condition..." Heero didn't say just what that condition was.
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Quatre woke up. Or woke up as much as a person drugged for the last forty- eight hours could. He was staring at a strange ceiling, trying to discern where he was when a voice sounded over an intercom. Quatre turned his head carefully, to try and get a better look at his surroundings. 'Trowa.' He thought happily as he tried shifting to a more comfortable position. He stopped as a jolt of pain shot through his spine.
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Trowa stared at his coffee mug. It was his sixth cup in an hour and a half. He did that when he was nervous or worried--drank too much coffee. And Catherine wondered how he had become a caffeine addict.
Trowa jerked his head up when he heard a moan of pain coming from the hospital bed beside him. "Quatre," he said grabbing the boy's hand. "How are you feeling?"
"Ow." Quatre said, blank-faced.
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Duo was laying down in one of the family waiting rooms, trying to ignore the clock's noise. He groaned in frustration, turned over onto his stomach, and covered his ears.
He'd been up half the night, keeping watch over Quatre, who'd just undergone a surgery. The impact that the Space-heart had taken on their last mission left his Gundam, Sandrock, in such a way, that it couldn't even be used for spare parts. No one had told Quatre yet, not that he'd been conscious enough to be told anything after they tried salvaging his mobile suit.
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Wufei tried to concentrate o his book, but after he realized he was reading the same paragraph again for the eighth time, he gave up. How could something destroy a Gundam Suit to the point that it was un-salvageable, with one shot?
Wufei shook his head as if he was trying to clear it. He should be thinking about the condition of the pilot, and here he was worrying about the Gundam. But his mind inevitably wandered back to Sandrock's destruction.
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Heero lifted his head off the table, leaning it on one hand instead. He drummed his fingers irritably on the surface, trying to make sense of the situation. That blast, it destroyed Sandrock and...
Heero rubbed his tired eyes. Maybe he should do what Duo was valiantly attempting to do--to sleep--but he knew it was futile. He wouldn't be able to sleep with his mind thinking so busily.
Quatre had been unconscious since the mission, almost a week ago now. He ended up with a concussion, but no one could wake him up, so they waited. Quatre woke up two days ago with multiple scratches and bruises, one of which graced his jaw line. Twenty-two stitches went to a gash on his forehead, just below his hairline. All minor injuries. The injury that had everyone in a stir was the damage inflicted to his back. Quatre broke his spine in two places, and no one knew for almost four days after it had happened.
Heero sighed, gave the ticking clock a glare, and left the room, saying "I'm going to check up on them." Duo and Wufei looked at each other, then scrambled after Heero.
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Trowa hardly noticed when the other three pilots entered Quatre's room. He was watching Quatre sleep a natural, non-drugged or artificially-induced sleep. he wanted to just sit there and watch.
"How is he?" Heero whispered. Trowa reluctantly pulled his gaze from his sleeping friend to look at the others. They had noticed his reluctance and had tensed with alarm. Trowa smiled.
"He was awake for all of two minutes." Trowa said unexpectedly. "He's just sleeping now." Heero nodded and Duo sighed with relief. Wufei, strangely enough, looked a bit shame-faced. yet relieved at the same time.
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Wufei glanced at the offending, unanimate object and then leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Trowa gave him an inquiring look, but he ignored it. "How do we tell him about Sandrock? WHEN do we tell him?" Three pairs of eyes stared at him curiously.
"When he asks about Sandrock, we tell him. No hiding the facts." Heero stated "He'll be upset, but it's not the end of the world." The four pilots glanced over at Quatre as he mumbled something incoherent in his sleep. Trowa held Quatre's hand tighter.
Arcee: Um.. Yeah. I guess that wasn't too bad for my first try, but I'm new at this. THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC EVER!!! So, feel free to be the critique. I will try and fix any errors and if it's bad. please don't be TOO mean about it!
Duo: 'scuse me, Ms. Narrator? Is there a reason a book came flying at my beautiful face?
Arcee: Um......no.
Duo: What!? So it was pointless!!??
Arcee: It was convenient. *Duo glares* Hey! It was your own fault for trying to make conversation when everyone was in a bad mood!
Wufei: "Hit the books or the book will be thrown at you."
Quatre: That was very wise, Wufei.
Wufei: Meh. *Throws away Bazooka Joe wrapper.*
Trowa: *looks over Heero's shoulder, who just happens to be on his laptop.* You WERE writing fan fiction!!!
Heero: ERK!!! *closes laptop quickly*
All: *sweatdrops*