Disclaimer: I don't own a god damned thing. Not GW, not the characters. My parents bought this computer, scholarships paid for my books. I might be able to say that I own the bean-bag chair I'm sitting on, but that's it.
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Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Chang Wufei, last heir of the Dragon Clan, opened his eyes just enough to see the rain water pooling on the tent pole, then drop down into a puddle just past the lean-to he had built. He had finally gotten adjusted to the steady dance of rain on the tarp, when this had to start...
"Kisama..."
Wasn't it enough that he had torn apart that OZ supply convoy? Hadn't justice been served for the day? Couldn't he get a good night's rest before moving to another safe house? He'd been awake for 60 hours now...
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Apparently not.
With an air about him as black as the storm clouds, Wufei carefully gathered himself back up and bundled the lean-to.
Then, grumbling about the injustice of warriors not being able to get a decent rest, he climbed up into Nataku's cockpit, silently bowing his head as he entered in reverence to Meiran, and the dreadul power of his Gundam.
Setting the radar to alert him if any OZ units came within 5 miles, Wufei re-arranged the sparse bedding into a makeshift pillow, and closed his eyes to rest, vowing to move on as soon as the storm broke.
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Well...the sound of rain bouncing and sliding against Nataku was annoying, but he could tune it out. Besides, the storm would probably be gone before dawn.
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK!
The sound of the command chair shifting as he attempted to become comfortable was like a knife going through Wufei's ears, then his eyes, and finally reaching his brain in a torrent of squeaking agony, igniting a slowly burning headache.
"Mae de dan! Why does the world want to thwart my rest? Even you, Nataku! Why? How have I displeased you?"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
Wufei started at the concussive sound, only to chide himself a moment later when he realized it was merely thunder. Thunder. And he was sitting in a 40 foot mobile suit. In the middle of a forest. Almost certain to attract lightning.
"Damn...no choice then. We move now, Nataku."
The sound of Nataku's engines engaging was enough to turn the smouldering ache in his head into a roaring bonfire, but Wufei simply gritted his teeth and set his course. He'd been through worse, hadn't he?
It was 3 hours later when Wufei found the next safe house. It featured a set of natural caves to hide Nataku within, so he carefully brought her to rest within the earthen womb, then walked slowly to the room meant for him, pain and exhaustion taking their toll upon his body.
Quiet. Blissfully Quiet...and a BED. A large, soft, downy bed with quilted pillows and fluffy sheets. Wufei didn't even bother to take off his clothes, simply falling into silken bliss and into unconciousness.
SLAM! ::FootfallFootfallFootfallFootfall::
"HEY!!!!!!! ANYONE HERE YET??"
Wufei leapt from the bed with murder in his eyes and voice.
"MAXWELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"
The End
Blind Zen Archer
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