The World Has Gone Insane
Chapter 1: Pass the Salt, Please
~ Zenovia Aisling
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Quatre's Bedroom…
Dear
Journal,
Today
is Thursday. Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei have already begun their journey to
the base. I will join them shortly. End.
Quatre closed the journal with a
sigh. He missed being with his friends. Looking at the clock, he sighed again.
9:56 PM. He leaned back into the familiar stuffed camel he had been given as a
baby. He picked it up and hugged it. I will see you soon sisters, as soon as the war is
over. He missed them terribly. The
colonies seemed so far away from Earth. :: Knock, knock:: "Come in." Quatre
said.
" Master Quatre, there is someone
here to see you." His butler announced.
"Have whoever it is go to the
parlor. I will be there soon."
"Very good, Master Quatre." His
butler bowed and shut the door quietly behind him.
I might as well. Quatre thought. He swung his feet off the bed and stretched.
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In the parlor…
"Hello Quatre, I'm sorry to
bother you so late in the night." A feminine voice said.
"Relena?" Quatre questioned.
"Yes?" she answered.
"What are you doing here?" Quatre
said confused.
"I have come on a matter of
utmost urgency." Relena sighed.
"Which would be?" Quatre rubbed
his eyes.
"Heero and the rest of the boys need
you right away." Relena sounded urgent.
"How soon?" Quatre's brows
furrowed in concern.
"Now." Relena said with a hint of
annoyance in her voice.
"Okay. Let me get my things
together, and I'll meet you down in the main lobby." Quatre sighed.
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15 minutes later…
"May we leave now?" Relena called
through the intercom system to Quatre.
"Soon. I'll be right down."
Quatre answered.
Quatre grabbed the last item on
his bed and put it into his pocket. He picked the duffel bag up, and ran down
the stairs to the main lobby. "Okay. Pierre, we're leaving!" Quatre called to
his butler.
" We'll see you later then,
Quatre!" came the reply.
" Yup!
Bye!"
The two stepped out into the night.
Quatre climbed into the truck and stuck the key into the ignition. They were
off.
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5:00 hours into the
drive…
"Do you want me to drive now?" Relena
asked.
"W-What?" Quatre snapped out of his trance.
"Do you want me to drive now?" Relena asked again.
" Yeah, sure. Thanks." Quatre pulled over to the side of the
road and climbed into the seat on the other side. Relena took the driver seat,
and they drove off again. Within 1 hour, they had reached their destination.
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Outside the base…
"Time to get out, Quatre. C'mon. Get up,
Quatre. GET UP!" Relena shouted at Quatre.
"Ugggggh. Where are we?" Quatre asked wearily.
"We're at the base. C'mon get up!" Relena was getting
impatient.
"Whoa! What's all the ruckus?" Duo popped his head out of
the underground base.
"Huh? Duo! It's so great to see you!" Quatre leapt out
of the truck and threw his arms around Duo's neck.
"Err… Great to see you too, Quatre,"
Duo gasped. " Can you let me breathe now?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, Duo. Where's everyone else?"
"A minute ago we were sleeping," Wufei rubbed his eyes. "
Must you always make so much noise when you enter a place? I think it is
extremely un-honorable..."
"WUFEI!!!" Quatre now jumped onto Wufei.
"Can we move this little pow-wow inside, please?" Trowa yawned.
"TROWA!!!" Quatre now made the action to jump onto Trowa,
but he held out a hand to stop him. "Uh-uh. You're not jumping on me. Try
Heero"
"HEERO!!!" Quatre also attempted to jump on Heero, but him
being Heero, he posed a threat.
"I'll shoot you if you try to hug me." He said in his low,
cold, monotone voice that made a chill go up everyone's spine.
"I-I'm sorry, Heero…" Quatre's voice trailed off.
"Joking. Gimme a hug, ya big oaf!" Heero stretched his arms
out to Quatre.
"It's been so long, you guys!" Quatre
sniffed.
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Inside the base…
"Okay, everybody get some sleep, tomorrow… later today, we
will launch an attack to stop our enemy!" Wufei yelled.
"Who made you boss?" Heero smirked.
"Sorry, your majesty." Wufei retorted.
"Um… I hate to interrupt, but it's 2:12 IN THE MORNING!!!!! GO
TO SLEEP!!!!!" Relena was extremely annoyed.
"Sorry." All the Gundam pilots apologized sheepishly in
unison.
"Thank-you!" Relena sighed.
The boys climbed into their beds and
fell asleep immediately. All except one.
Quatre lay in bed thinking about life
before the war. The peaceful manor he lived in, his sisters, his dad, his
friends. His birthday. In his mental calendar he crossed off one more day until
his birthday. I wish I could be back home… Soon Quatre, too, fell victim to
sleep.
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Early Morning…
Mmm…I think I smell
sausages…and eggs…and bacon…I think I'll get up! Quatre thought with his eyes closed.
He roused and rubbed his eyes.
"C'mon, Quatre! Get up! Duo's going to eat everything if
you don't!" Wufei yelled. "Duo! Ben dan (stupid egg)You ate all the bacon!!!
INJUSTICE!!!!!"
::sigh::Wufei… "I'm getting up! Duo! Save me some
eggs!" Quatre shouted in the direction of the dining room.
"Ermph? Erggs? Wrhut eerggs? Oorpps…" Duo said with his
mouth full.
"INJUSTICE!!! No more EGGS!?!?!" Wufei was extremely
mad.
"Cut it out, you two! I'm trying to read the newspaper!"
Trowa complained, while sipping his coffee and tilting his head up so he could
read through his glasses.
"Sorry, Gramps!" Duo bobbed his head. "Can I get you your
slippers?"
"Yes, you can. They're in the living room." Trowa replied
calmly.
"Yes your majesty." Duo grumbled under his breath.
"Does anyone need anything else?" Heero stepped out of the
kitchen wearing a frilly pink apron.
"HEERO?!?! Is that you?" Quatre's eyes bulged out of their
sockets.
"Yeah. Wanna make something of it?" Threatened Heero
raising his spatula.
"N-n-no, sir." Quatre bowed his head, attempting, (and
succeeding) to make everyone laugh.
Wufei spat his orange juice all over Trowa.
"Aack! My new sweater! Orange does not mix
with blue! Now that is an un-honorable thing to
do!" Trowa yelled.
"Oh-no! I am weak! I should not be piloting Nataku! I am
un-honorable!" Wufei wailed.
"Now, that is funny!" Duo roared.
"CUT IT OUT!! SHUT UP!!" a pink lamp came flying out of Relena's
room. Apparently, she had still been sleeping.
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DISCLAIMER: Gundam Wing and its characters do not belong to me, no matter how
hard I wished for them on my birthday…on stars (or really slow-moving
aircrafts)…on my sister's birthday…on a wishbone…on a
dead skunk on the highway…you get the idea…the orange juice is mine though…I
squeezed it this morning…
So, what do ya think? Pretty pitiful, huh? I've
decided to issue this story in chapters. As Heero would say: "Mission Accomplished!" Chow for now! J