War Never Dies
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own any of the original Gundam Wing characters. I do, however, own Eya Musc and Yasha Usani.
Author's Note: This fic introduces Yasha Usani.
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Quatre Rebarba Winner shut his apartment door behind him as he entered. He had just got back from work and dropped Eya off at her apartment down the hall. He was looking forward to seeing her again. After that night at the park, they just seemed to be getting closer and closer each passing day.
He walked into his room and tossed his coat onto his bed. It had been a rather boring day at work, he hardly moved at all, so he didn't really need a shower. He went to the kitchen and got himself a cup of coffee. Unbuttoning the very top button of his shirt, he walked into his living room, turned on the TV, and changed the channel to the news. He listened as he sat down on the couch.
" . Their victory will help dramatically in their overall game points." The reporter shuffled his papers. Quatre got up and walked over to his dining room table and picked up his mail. He shifted through the five pieces of mail. The first one was a bill. The second one was a bill. The third one was a bill, as was the forth. The fifth, though, had no return address. It was simply marked 'First Class- Top Priority'. Curious, he opened the letter. Inside was a single sheet of paper that said:
Dear Mr. Winner, A few years ago, an organization by name of OZ terrorized Earth and the colonies. You and four other young men were chosen to fight in mobile suits, known as Gundams, to defeat the OZ threat. You and the other four pilots succeeded in your mission and saved us from OZ. A week ago, an OZ Mobile suit, known as a "Leo", was found orbiting earth carrying a simple message: "We want war.".
You proved during the first OZ attack that your piloting skills are valuable. We are aware that your Gudam, code named "Sandrock", has been destroyed. The following address will lead you to your replacements.
There was an address at the bottom of the page. The letter ended there.
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Author's note: Hehe, surprised? Just wait, it gets better.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own any of the original Gundam Wing characters. I do, however, own Eya Musc and Yasha Usani.
Author's Note: This fic introduces Yasha Usani.
* * * *
Quatre Rebarba Winner shut his apartment door behind him as he entered. He had just got back from work and dropped Eya off at her apartment down the hall. He was looking forward to seeing her again. After that night at the park, they just seemed to be getting closer and closer each passing day.
He walked into his room and tossed his coat onto his bed. It had been a rather boring day at work, he hardly moved at all, so he didn't really need a shower. He went to the kitchen and got himself a cup of coffee. Unbuttoning the very top button of his shirt, he walked into his living room, turned on the TV, and changed the channel to the news. He listened as he sat down on the couch.
" . Their victory will help dramatically in their overall game points." The reporter shuffled his papers. Quatre got up and walked over to his dining room table and picked up his mail. He shifted through the five pieces of mail. The first one was a bill. The second one was a bill. The third one was a bill, as was the forth. The fifth, though, had no return address. It was simply marked 'First Class- Top Priority'. Curious, he opened the letter. Inside was a single sheet of paper that said:
Dear Mr. Winner, A few years ago, an organization by name of OZ terrorized Earth and the colonies. You and four other young men were chosen to fight in mobile suits, known as Gundams, to defeat the OZ threat. You and the other four pilots succeeded in your mission and saved us from OZ. A week ago, an OZ Mobile suit, known as a "Leo", was found orbiting earth carrying a simple message: "We want war.".
You proved during the first OZ attack that your piloting skills are valuable. We are aware that your Gudam, code named "Sandrock", has been destroyed. The following address will lead you to your replacements.
There was an address at the bottom of the page. The letter ended there.
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Author's note: Hehe, surprised? Just wait, it gets better.