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Ceari: I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated. Check the top of my bio for reason why. ^^ I am back though!
Disclaimer Man: It was a lawsuit thing.
Ceari: *eye twitch* DO YOU WANT TO BE A LAWYER OR SOMETHING?! DROP THE LEGAL CRAP!!! DON'T MAKE ME GOUGE OUT YOUR INTESTINES!
Disclaimer Man: I knew that would get to you.
Ceari: You know how many times I threaten you with death a day?
Disclaimer Man: Well, today...about eight, I believe.
Ceari: -_- That question was supposed to be rhetorical.
Disclaimer Man: I know!
Ceari: I hate you. I really hate you.
Disclaimer Man: Awww, no you don't.
Ceari: Yes I do.
Disclaimer Man: Then why did you hire me?
Ceari: .......
Disclaimer Man: ^^
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"Wufei, can you please go get my laptop? It's in the kitchen," Duo asked.
"Sure thing love." He kissed him lightly, set him down on the sofa, and went to the kitchen.
"Let me see your leg Duo," Quatre requested. Duo nodded and pulled the leg of his pants on his injured leg up to his thigh. The blonde went down to that edge of the couch and began to feel around for any broken bones or noticable abnormalties.
"OW!" Duo yelped.
"Oh...sorry..." Quatre sweatdropped. Wufei ran back in with a laptop under his arm.
"What happened?!" he asked urgently.
"Quatre got clumsy and hurt my already hurt leg...." Duo pouted.
"It was an accident Duo, I swear it was."
"Here's your laptop."
"Thanks Wu!" Duo took the laptop from him, set it on his lap(AN: hence the name. lol), and began to type things, upload other things. Wufei made sure they had Heero with him, who was slumped in a chair, still unconsious.
"Man Quatre, how hard did you hit him?"
"Um...pretty hard. I wasn't sure how much force to use, he is Heero Yuy after all- Duo, quit moving, you're making it a lot more difficult!"
"Sorry," The american mumbled, mentally absorbed in his hacking.
"I hope Trowa's alright..." Wufei sighed.
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Trowa concluded that he was most likely going to die. The puddle of blood under his dangling feet was pretty large, no telling how many pints of blood he might've lost by now. His vision was pretty blurred, now even in the semi dark room he couldn't really make out any distinct shapes. The only way he knew he actually had hands was that he was still hanging from the ceiling. The ropes had completely cut off all feeling above his wrists, and if his fingers did move, he wouldn't know. Every inch of his body hurt, and he could move nothing. He doubted he could even speak now, his voice so hoarse, so raw from screaming.
Was he going to die in this place? Would this small room be his plain, cold tomb? That's what he was pretty sure would happen now.
'Heero...I'm sorry. I wasn't strong enough...I was too foolish. Had I thought things through more, I probably never would've entered this room in the first place. How was I supposed to know there was an alarm? I wish I could see your lovely face once again...'
A cough. The taste of blood in the young boy's mouth. Some trickled down his chin and fell to the floor to join the rest of his spilled blood.
'I think I know how you'll take the news of my death. Same way you handle everything. Keep on your emotionless mask of war, not say anything, or maybe just 'hn', lock yourself in your room and type on your laptop on into the endless hours of the night. After all, you are THE perfect soldier. If there's something that can phase your perfectness, it hasn't been discovered as of now.'
The room suddenly seemed dizzy, darker than before. A whimper escaped Trowa's lips, a small cry of pain.
'I love you Heero Yuy....'
Unconsiousness took him over a third time.
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"Where...am I?" Heero asked quietly.
'In the depths of your mind,' the little annoying voice told him. 'Quatre knocked you out cold, remember?'
"Quatre...Yeah, I do. He did it to....Shit, I don't rememeber!"
'To keep you from staying and getting caught, waiting for Trowa. Dur, did he make you loose your memory too?!'
"TROWA!! Fuck, is he here?!"
'Um, isn't that obvious? Of course he's not. He's still at the doctor's base, right where you left him.'
"Shit...No.......Trowa.............." He held back tears.
'You have right to worry. I may only be the little voice in your head, but I do know more than you. He's being tortured at the moment. Well...he was being tortured, now he's just kinda hanging there. He's dying, and it's all for you. In the darkness, they think Trowa is you, and the boy hasn't said anything to convince them otherwise. He's in there, real close to death, while you're slumped in a chair.'
"Don't guilt talk me! It wasn't MY decision to leave!! I wanted to stay there!"
'I'm just saying, you'll probably never see him again.'
"I never could talk to him...I never got the chance..."
'No, you had the chance. You had plenty of chances to talk to Trowa and confirm his beliefs. It's not that the opportunity wasn't layed before you. It was, you just never took it. It's your own fault.'
"Shut up...."
'No, you shut up for once and listen to me. I specifically told you to tell Trowa your feelings, but you had to keep up the "perfect soldier" appearance. Heero, you're not as perfect as you let on. You try to keep up your war mask in front of the others, show no emotion, but on the inside you're tearing apart. I should know, I am on the inside, after all. I told you to tell him, I did.'
"I know..."
'But you didn't listen. Didn't anyone ever tell you to listen to the voices in your head? Geez. So, with that in mind, do you realize that it's your own fault he never knew?'
"........"
'Now you won't get the chance. It's too late to save him.'
"Says who?! We could go back and get him!"
'Even then, with him in the condition he is, what could you do next?'
"Medical attention..." the japanese muttered.
'His condition is extremely critical, Heero. Do you think he would be seen to in time?'
"I'd make sure of it. I won't let him die, dammit!"
'Well, with that track of mind...'
The darkness began to get lighter.
'WAKE UP'
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Heero shot up in the chair, making the others jump in surprise.
"Heero!" Quatre gasped.
"We have to go back, now," he demanded, standing up.
"Listen, Duo's working on hacking in and seeing what's going on with Trowa," Wufei explained.
"I don't need to waste that time. I know where he is and what's going on. I'm leaving."
"Going where?" the arabian questioned, standing up and walking over to him. "You just going to waltz right back in there?!"
"Exactly. And get Trowa back."
Quatre's jaw locked, his hand raised, and flew across Heero's cheek. The connection of skin almost seemed to echo across the room. They all stared at him, disbelieving. Heero blinked and slowly placed a hand over the stinging red spot now on his face.
"Q-quatre..."
"Do you honestly think you can?! You don't understand-"
"No! YOU are the one that doesn't understand, Quatre! I used to work there! I know it like the back of my hand!! TROWA IS DYING, AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET THAT HAPPEN!!!!! I'm getting him back before he does, and you can't stop me!" He grabbed his blue jacket, his gun, swiftly reloaded it, making sure he had extra bullets if needed, and ran out the door before anyone could say anything else.
They all just stared at the empty, open door, mouths open slightly, too shocked to say anything.
"He's...dying...?" Duo whispered, putting the laptop on the floor. Tears seemed to well up in his eyes. Wufei, seeing this, went over, sat down on the edge of the couch next to him, and pulled him into a tight embrace. Duo buried his fac in his lover's shoulder and began to cry, but not too severely. Quatre, still speechless with shock, fell down into the chair Heero resided in earlier.
"What do we do?" Wufei asked him. His green eyes looked over at the chinese.
"I don't think there's anything we can do, except stay here. We don't know the place nearly as well as Heero, and he's the only one knowing exactly where Trowa is. We would be a burden, or possibly end up like Trowa. Going in there as blind as we are would only be confirming our deaths."
"But just sitting here...I don't like that..." Wufei muttered, rubbing Duo's back gently.
"I know, but there's nothing else we can do. Stay in here with Duo, calm him down. I'm going to my room." No other word spoken, Quatre stood up and walked off. Wufei sighed, closing his eyes, and resting his head ontop of Duo's, rubbing his back and whispering to him quietly.
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Doctor J walked quietly down the hallway, reaching the room holding his captive. Was he dead yet? He did not know.
"Maybe I should check, just to see..." he thought outloud to himself. Deciding to do this, he opened the door quietly. The room stank of gunsmoke and blood. The tile floor was practically covered in it, a standing puddle in places no doubt. He raised a hand up to his nose, this smell was sort of new to him, and it stung his nostrils immensly.
In the center of the room, there was a slim figure hanging limply from the ceiling by rope. Blood was dripping from his ankles and running down his body. There...was something different about him. Doctor J should know, he did work with Heero for quite a while.
"This...THIS ISN'T HIM!!" he screamed. Hurridly, he looked for a light. There was no bulb on the ceiling, no lightswitch to even turn one on. Running out of the room, he grabbed a flashlight from a utility room and checked to see if the batteries worked. They did, so he ran back in the room. Turning it on and facing it toward the figure, he learned the truth.
"Goddammit!" he cursed. "This isn't Heero! This is that lowlife scum who stole the name Trowa Barton!"
Green eyes slowly opened, as Trowa flowed back into consiousness. Glancing around, closing his eyes halfway again from the light he hadn't seen in so long, then he realized he wasn't alone.
"D-dotcor J..." he managed to get out, voice extremely weak and hoarse. "So....y-you've...found out....."
"Why didn't you say you weren't Heero, you foolish boy?"
"I...I didn't...want you to...g-get him......."
"So you'd put your life on the thin line for the soldier who cares nothing for others?"
"Y-yes......."
"WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?! YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT HE WILL NEVER HAVE FEELINGS FOR ANYONE, SO WHY DO THIS TO YOURSELF?!?!"
"B-because no matter what he might feel.....No matter what H-heero might really feel......Whether he expresses it or not..................I love him......and I don't want him to die.....e-even if it means forfeiting my own life......As long as he's safe...."
"YOU'RE A BLIND FOOL, KNWON TROWA BARTON!"
Trowa said nothing, just hung his head and stared at his own blood pooling in the floor.
"I should kill you right now," Doctor J muttered. Trowa raised his head again slowly, only enough to barely see the old man.
"Then do it. I'm practically hanging dead right now. Kill me...end my suffering..."
"And for you to be so young..."
"If you cared about that......You wouldn't be trying to murder Heero.....now would you...."
"Enough! You will die, if that is what you wish. I will return, and kill you then."
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Heero ran as quickly as he could, not wanting a minute of time to waste. He loaded his gun while running so he would be prepared. The loading wouldn't have to be taken place, but he had run into some problems along the way. Mercenary soldiers...to be more specific. They were always such a bother.
He could see it, only barely. The headquarters were resting on the other side of the hill, and Heero was going back. Going back to save Trowa. Whatever was happening, he knew Trowa didn't deserve it. He was going to stop it from progressing, and get him out of there.
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Doctor J walked back into the current tortue chamber. This time he was equipped with a hand gun.
"Are you ready to die, Trowa Barton?"
"Do it and get it over with if you're going to....."
"Suits me."
He raised the gun, cocked it, and started to pull the trigger...
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Ceari: Well, there we have it. I hope no one has a heart attack... Don't sue me if you do, all medical problems aewn't my responsibility!
Heero: *stares at cliffhanger, mouth hanging wide open*
Trowa: *blinku blinku*
Duo: ..........
Wufei: ..........
Ceari: Okay, people, don't hate me because of the cliffhanger, please! I'm going to work on the next chapter, so unless God hates me and does something to my computer AGAIN, it won't be long before I get it uploaded. I could use a few ideas here and there, if anyone has anything they'd like to email me. (check profile for email...of course) I'm running out of ideas at the moment, but I want this story to be on going, I actually think I've acheived something with this one!
Heero: *still staring, pulls out gun* Omae o korosu Ceari. You better start writing again.
Ceari: Chill out, and don't interrupt me! I'm talking to the readers! Anywhoozles, ideas are greatly appreciated. Credit WILL be given, promise. Email me if anything is thought of. Thank you so much. I'll start on the nexy chapter within a day or so. Ja ne!
Gundam Pilots: *stare silently at the cliffhanger, shocked*
Ceari: *smax forehead* Oi....
Ceari: I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated. Check the top of my bio for reason why. ^^ I am back though!
Disclaimer Man: It was a lawsuit thing.
Ceari: *eye twitch* DO YOU WANT TO BE A LAWYER OR SOMETHING?! DROP THE LEGAL CRAP!!! DON'T MAKE ME GOUGE OUT YOUR INTESTINES!
Disclaimer Man: I knew that would get to you.
Ceari: You know how many times I threaten you with death a day?
Disclaimer Man: Well, today...about eight, I believe.
Ceari: -_- That question was supposed to be rhetorical.
Disclaimer Man: I know!
Ceari: I hate you. I really hate you.
Disclaimer Man: Awww, no you don't.
Ceari: Yes I do.
Disclaimer Man: Then why did you hire me?
Ceari: .......
Disclaimer Man: ^^
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"Wufei, can you please go get my laptop? It's in the kitchen," Duo asked.
"Sure thing love." He kissed him lightly, set him down on the sofa, and went to the kitchen.
"Let me see your leg Duo," Quatre requested. Duo nodded and pulled the leg of his pants on his injured leg up to his thigh. The blonde went down to that edge of the couch and began to feel around for any broken bones or noticable abnormalties.
"OW!" Duo yelped.
"Oh...sorry..." Quatre sweatdropped. Wufei ran back in with a laptop under his arm.
"What happened?!" he asked urgently.
"Quatre got clumsy and hurt my already hurt leg...." Duo pouted.
"It was an accident Duo, I swear it was."
"Here's your laptop."
"Thanks Wu!" Duo took the laptop from him, set it on his lap(AN: hence the name. lol), and began to type things, upload other things. Wufei made sure they had Heero with him, who was slumped in a chair, still unconsious.
"Man Quatre, how hard did you hit him?"
"Um...pretty hard. I wasn't sure how much force to use, he is Heero Yuy after all- Duo, quit moving, you're making it a lot more difficult!"
"Sorry," The american mumbled, mentally absorbed in his hacking.
"I hope Trowa's alright..." Wufei sighed.
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Trowa concluded that he was most likely going to die. The puddle of blood under his dangling feet was pretty large, no telling how many pints of blood he might've lost by now. His vision was pretty blurred, now even in the semi dark room he couldn't really make out any distinct shapes. The only way he knew he actually had hands was that he was still hanging from the ceiling. The ropes had completely cut off all feeling above his wrists, and if his fingers did move, he wouldn't know. Every inch of his body hurt, and he could move nothing. He doubted he could even speak now, his voice so hoarse, so raw from screaming.
Was he going to die in this place? Would this small room be his plain, cold tomb? That's what he was pretty sure would happen now.
'Heero...I'm sorry. I wasn't strong enough...I was too foolish. Had I thought things through more, I probably never would've entered this room in the first place. How was I supposed to know there was an alarm? I wish I could see your lovely face once again...'
A cough. The taste of blood in the young boy's mouth. Some trickled down his chin and fell to the floor to join the rest of his spilled blood.
'I think I know how you'll take the news of my death. Same way you handle everything. Keep on your emotionless mask of war, not say anything, or maybe just 'hn', lock yourself in your room and type on your laptop on into the endless hours of the night. After all, you are THE perfect soldier. If there's something that can phase your perfectness, it hasn't been discovered as of now.'
The room suddenly seemed dizzy, darker than before. A whimper escaped Trowa's lips, a small cry of pain.
'I love you Heero Yuy....'
Unconsiousness took him over a third time.
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"Where...am I?" Heero asked quietly.
'In the depths of your mind,' the little annoying voice told him. 'Quatre knocked you out cold, remember?'
"Quatre...Yeah, I do. He did it to....Shit, I don't rememeber!"
'To keep you from staying and getting caught, waiting for Trowa. Dur, did he make you loose your memory too?!'
"TROWA!! Fuck, is he here?!"
'Um, isn't that obvious? Of course he's not. He's still at the doctor's base, right where you left him.'
"Shit...No.......Trowa.............." He held back tears.
'You have right to worry. I may only be the little voice in your head, but I do know more than you. He's being tortured at the moment. Well...he was being tortured, now he's just kinda hanging there. He's dying, and it's all for you. In the darkness, they think Trowa is you, and the boy hasn't said anything to convince them otherwise. He's in there, real close to death, while you're slumped in a chair.'
"Don't guilt talk me! It wasn't MY decision to leave!! I wanted to stay there!"
'I'm just saying, you'll probably never see him again.'
"I never could talk to him...I never got the chance..."
'No, you had the chance. You had plenty of chances to talk to Trowa and confirm his beliefs. It's not that the opportunity wasn't layed before you. It was, you just never took it. It's your own fault.'
"Shut up...."
'No, you shut up for once and listen to me. I specifically told you to tell Trowa your feelings, but you had to keep up the "perfect soldier" appearance. Heero, you're not as perfect as you let on. You try to keep up your war mask in front of the others, show no emotion, but on the inside you're tearing apart. I should know, I am on the inside, after all. I told you to tell him, I did.'
"I know..."
'But you didn't listen. Didn't anyone ever tell you to listen to the voices in your head? Geez. So, with that in mind, do you realize that it's your own fault he never knew?'
"........"
'Now you won't get the chance. It's too late to save him.'
"Says who?! We could go back and get him!"
'Even then, with him in the condition he is, what could you do next?'
"Medical attention..." the japanese muttered.
'His condition is extremely critical, Heero. Do you think he would be seen to in time?'
"I'd make sure of it. I won't let him die, dammit!"
'Well, with that track of mind...'
The darkness began to get lighter.
'WAKE UP'
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Heero shot up in the chair, making the others jump in surprise.
"Heero!" Quatre gasped.
"We have to go back, now," he demanded, standing up.
"Listen, Duo's working on hacking in and seeing what's going on with Trowa," Wufei explained.
"I don't need to waste that time. I know where he is and what's going on. I'm leaving."
"Going where?" the arabian questioned, standing up and walking over to him. "You just going to waltz right back in there?!"
"Exactly. And get Trowa back."
Quatre's jaw locked, his hand raised, and flew across Heero's cheek. The connection of skin almost seemed to echo across the room. They all stared at him, disbelieving. Heero blinked and slowly placed a hand over the stinging red spot now on his face.
"Q-quatre..."
"Do you honestly think you can?! You don't understand-"
"No! YOU are the one that doesn't understand, Quatre! I used to work there! I know it like the back of my hand!! TROWA IS DYING, AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET THAT HAPPEN!!!!! I'm getting him back before he does, and you can't stop me!" He grabbed his blue jacket, his gun, swiftly reloaded it, making sure he had extra bullets if needed, and ran out the door before anyone could say anything else.
They all just stared at the empty, open door, mouths open slightly, too shocked to say anything.
"He's...dying...?" Duo whispered, putting the laptop on the floor. Tears seemed to well up in his eyes. Wufei, seeing this, went over, sat down on the edge of the couch next to him, and pulled him into a tight embrace. Duo buried his fac in his lover's shoulder and began to cry, but not too severely. Quatre, still speechless with shock, fell down into the chair Heero resided in earlier.
"What do we do?" Wufei asked him. His green eyes looked over at the chinese.
"I don't think there's anything we can do, except stay here. We don't know the place nearly as well as Heero, and he's the only one knowing exactly where Trowa is. We would be a burden, or possibly end up like Trowa. Going in there as blind as we are would only be confirming our deaths."
"But just sitting here...I don't like that..." Wufei muttered, rubbing Duo's back gently.
"I know, but there's nothing else we can do. Stay in here with Duo, calm him down. I'm going to my room." No other word spoken, Quatre stood up and walked off. Wufei sighed, closing his eyes, and resting his head ontop of Duo's, rubbing his back and whispering to him quietly.
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Doctor J walked quietly down the hallway, reaching the room holding his captive. Was he dead yet? He did not know.
"Maybe I should check, just to see..." he thought outloud to himself. Deciding to do this, he opened the door quietly. The room stank of gunsmoke and blood. The tile floor was practically covered in it, a standing puddle in places no doubt. He raised a hand up to his nose, this smell was sort of new to him, and it stung his nostrils immensly.
In the center of the room, there was a slim figure hanging limply from the ceiling by rope. Blood was dripping from his ankles and running down his body. There...was something different about him. Doctor J should know, he did work with Heero for quite a while.
"This...THIS ISN'T HIM!!" he screamed. Hurridly, he looked for a light. There was no bulb on the ceiling, no lightswitch to even turn one on. Running out of the room, he grabbed a flashlight from a utility room and checked to see if the batteries worked. They did, so he ran back in the room. Turning it on and facing it toward the figure, he learned the truth.
"Goddammit!" he cursed. "This isn't Heero! This is that lowlife scum who stole the name Trowa Barton!"
Green eyes slowly opened, as Trowa flowed back into consiousness. Glancing around, closing his eyes halfway again from the light he hadn't seen in so long, then he realized he wasn't alone.
"D-dotcor J..." he managed to get out, voice extremely weak and hoarse. "So....y-you've...found out....."
"Why didn't you say you weren't Heero, you foolish boy?"
"I...I didn't...want you to...g-get him......."
"So you'd put your life on the thin line for the soldier who cares nothing for others?"
"Y-yes......."
"WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?! YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT HE WILL NEVER HAVE FEELINGS FOR ANYONE, SO WHY DO THIS TO YOURSELF?!?!"
"B-because no matter what he might feel.....No matter what H-heero might really feel......Whether he expresses it or not..................I love him......and I don't want him to die.....e-even if it means forfeiting my own life......As long as he's safe...."
"YOU'RE A BLIND FOOL, KNWON TROWA BARTON!"
Trowa said nothing, just hung his head and stared at his own blood pooling in the floor.
"I should kill you right now," Doctor J muttered. Trowa raised his head again slowly, only enough to barely see the old man.
"Then do it. I'm practically hanging dead right now. Kill me...end my suffering..."
"And for you to be so young..."
"If you cared about that......You wouldn't be trying to murder Heero.....now would you...."
"Enough! You will die, if that is what you wish. I will return, and kill you then."
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Heero ran as quickly as he could, not wanting a minute of time to waste. He loaded his gun while running so he would be prepared. The loading wouldn't have to be taken place, but he had run into some problems along the way. Mercenary soldiers...to be more specific. They were always such a bother.
He could see it, only barely. The headquarters were resting on the other side of the hill, and Heero was going back. Going back to save Trowa. Whatever was happening, he knew Trowa didn't deserve it. He was going to stop it from progressing, and get him out of there.
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Doctor J walked back into the current tortue chamber. This time he was equipped with a hand gun.
"Are you ready to die, Trowa Barton?"
"Do it and get it over with if you're going to....."
"Suits me."
He raised the gun, cocked it, and started to pull the trigger...
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Ceari: Well, there we have it. I hope no one has a heart attack... Don't sue me if you do, all medical problems aewn't my responsibility!
Heero: *stares at cliffhanger, mouth hanging wide open*
Trowa: *blinku blinku*
Duo: ..........
Wufei: ..........
Ceari: Okay, people, don't hate me because of the cliffhanger, please! I'm going to work on the next chapter, so unless God hates me and does something to my computer AGAIN, it won't be long before I get it uploaded. I could use a few ideas here and there, if anyone has anything they'd like to email me. (check profile for email...of course) I'm running out of ideas at the moment, but I want this story to be on going, I actually think I've acheived something with this one!
Heero: *still staring, pulls out gun* Omae o korosu Ceari. You better start writing again.
Ceari: Chill out, and don't interrupt me! I'm talking to the readers! Anywhoozles, ideas are greatly appreciated. Credit WILL be given, promise. Email me if anything is thought of. Thank you so much. I'll start on the nexy chapter within a day or so. Ja ne!
Gundam Pilots: *stare silently at the cliffhanger, shocked*
Ceari: *smax forehead* Oi....