Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, nor most of the characters in this story. The only ones that I can say are mine are the female characters Sarah, Rebecca, Colleen, and Zoe. None of the food or beverage trademarks are mine (not yet, but eventually, when I rule the world... evil smile).
Author's Note: Yes, I know.. I never mentioned Zoe in the last one, so sue me (uh, well not literally. I'm too poor!). This chapter takes place the same day as the first chapter, yet covers the point of views of two other characters, one introduced in this chapter. Well, I don't want to bore you guys, so on with the story. BTW, I'm sorry about the newspaper boy bashing, okayz. I have a bad newspaper boy, so I kinda used that. Gomen ni to all the halfway decent newspaper ppls! ^^'
A fic
By Baka-chan
AC 199: New Years' Eve (Chapter two)
:::Rebecca:::
I looked at the clock on the table by the couch, sighing softly to myself as I read. "Five o'clock..." I said to myself. Heero sat beside me, sleeping soundly. I smiled. He looked just like an angel when he slept; his olive hair fallen over his face and mouth open ever so slightly. I hated to wake him when he was like that. He seemed to be in bliss. I laid my head on his shoulder and whispered, "Heero-kun, time to wake up."
He opened his eyes slowly and moaned softly, yawning wide. His back arched back as he stretched his arms over his head. I turned my head toward him, making my spot in my book and resting it on the couch cushion, " 'morning, sleeping beauty." He scratched his arm, looking over at the VCR clock to see what time it is. I stopped him by putting my hand on his arm, "Hun, its Five."
"What's up with the lime green nail polish?" He asked drozily, looking down at my hand.
I patted his arm, a warm smile on my face, "Nothing really... Just something from my stupid wannabe cousin, Relena-ditzface. She gave it to me before she did us all a favor..."
He stiffened a laugh, whether it was about my comment, or that fact that Relena killed herself (both were kinda funny, really). He laid his head on my shoulder as I turned on the TV. The only other thing I remember after that was falling asleep. What woke me up was a loud knocking on the door. I opened my eyes slightly, turning my head toward the door and shouting, "WE DON'T WANT ANY!" The knocking continued, "Damn girl scouts. Can't they tell I don't want any? DON'T MAKE ME GET THE SHOTGUN!"
Heero rose his head slightly, blue violet eyes still watery from sleeping, "Get the door, would you?" I sighed, walking toward the door. Before I did, though, I got out a broom.
Then, in the most hillbillyish voice, "CLEVIS, AH THOUGH AH SAID NOT TA LET THEM DAMN GUM DRINKIN' FRIENDS HEREA! THAT'S IT, AH'M GETTING THE BROOM! THEIR ASSES AURE GONNA BE SORE AFTA AH GET THROUGH WIT THEM!" Heero just rolled his eyes and went back to sleep. I unlatched the locks and kicked the door open, "Okay, who's ass wants some?" I dropped my broom almost immediately. I stood there, my face hot from embarrassment, "Um... Hi Millardo... What brings you to these neck of the woods?" I said in a sheepish voice. He had his stupid tin can on which made him look like a pigeon man. Lucrezia stood beside him. Heero opened his eyes suddenly, jumping off the couch and reaching for a gun, which, I might add, he did not have. He blinked, looking down at his pant pocket.
"Damnnit... Where the hell is my gun?!" He growled.
"Um, Heero... How are you supposed to sleep with a loaded gun in your pocket? Did you check your sock drawer?"
He turned red, "That's right... YOU TWO STAY RIGHT HERE WHILE I GO GET MY GUN!"
I rolled my eyes, as did Milliardo, as he ran to his room.
:::Sarah:::
I had gotten rid of my Oz jacket a long time ago, but it was still hotter than I had ever expected it to be. I had gone through my whole ration of water within a few hours and was far from our new base in Riyadh- at least a few days. I had my bag with supplies to make a decent shelter, but what use would that be with no food and water? I would be dead of dehydration within daybreak. I can't really remember much of what happened after wandering for a while without water. I could have been delusional for all I know. I can remember being dizzy, the whole desert in front of me spinning like a top. After a while, I felt as if I stopped walking- all I could see was endless sand and sky. The sands swirled around and swallowed me whole, and then I blacked out.
I don't know how long I was unconscious, possibly hours, days, or, for all I know, weeks. My eyes fluttered open to an onslaught of pinks, reds, and whites. Blinking my eyes again as the colors slowly focused into object, I noticed I was in a room. A big room... I didn't try to move in case I had hurt or broken anything and did not know it. Using my training, I looked around cautiously, trying not to change my heart rate in case I was being monitored. It looked to be a little girl's paradise- I was laying in a large, pink-silk canopy bed, stuffed animals everywhere. It was scary, very scary. The curtains were an ivory white, drawn back so the sun blared in my eyes. There were throw pillows all over the bed, every kind of lacy throw pillow you can think of. And there I was, sitting in the middle of this Kindergarten hell. I thought I had died and was in Hell. "What the..."
A tapping came at the door, soft at first, then growing louder. My eyes automatically went to the door, waiting to see who or what took me to this... place. The door opened slowly, a head peeking into the small crack. I know figured out who's room this was.
"So you're finally awake. I was beginning to worry." The boy said, walking toward the bed slowly. His platinum blonde hair moved slightly as he walked, his bangs falling into his sea green eyes. I lay there, not responding, but looking at him as if he was insane. He stopped, looking at me oddly, "What's the matter?"
Silence.
"Well, I brought you something to eat. A sandwich and some soup, along with a glass of milk. I... I hope you like it." He said slowly, setting the tray on the bedside table. I looked at it slowly, then toward him. He just stood there, looking at me, a hopeful smile on his face.
I forced a smile and sat up slowly, humoring him, "Uh, thanks..." I said plainly, discretely signaling him to leave. Thankfully, he got the message.
:::Zoe:::
Lucky me, I got to work the bar New Year's Eve. Yippee... What? Can't you see my enthusiasm? Anyway, I had no choice really, I'm broke. I need the money desperately. Anyway, I'm sure you're wondering what a seventeen year old female like me is doing in a guy's bar. Well, for your information, I can take care of myself, thank you very much! I'm sorry I seem a little cynical, but I hate working the bar on these kinds of nights, alone mind you. But as they say, another day, another dollar.
Normally I would not be so... what is the word I'm thinking of? Hesitant, to work, but that night was, well, a lot of fun to witness (talking to the cops was a real joy of mine), and to clean up. I even had the honor to take a dunkey home with me, a pleasure I have never had before that (or, hopefully, will have again).
It was about 9:00 that night when some guy stumbled in wearing a priest outfit. His hair looked longer than mine, which made me look a second time to make sure it wasn't some kind of fruity weave. He looked around at the bar, which was, for the most part, empty. Thankfully, my friend, Emmie, came during my shift to help.
The boy interested me at the fact that he was a religious man, yet he was coming to a dive like this. We both figured he was going to start bible thumping, so I went over to kick his braided butt out. When I got to him, he must had recognized me as a worker (probably by the ugly red aprons we're suppose to wear) and said in a rather loud voice, "Good, finally I get some service. I want a Budweiser."
I looked at him oddly, raising one of my eyebrows at him, then walked away to get what the priest asked for; a cold one. As the night went on, more people loaded into our little dive of a bar. The priest, however, seemed interested in one game we had set up on one of the TV screens- an old Earth game called Goemon's Great Adventure. I got bored and eventually joined in.
For a while, it was kinda fun. He was pretty good, so we were kicking butt on it. It was very fun indeed. God, now I'm sounding like a prim and proper little momma's girl... Anyway, by about 1:00, things had settled down, all except for the occasional "Chug, Chug Chug!" In the background, but that was common. It was about closing time, but there was a rowdy bunch that just would not shut up. First they began making raunchy comments to Emmie, and then they went full force. One of them jumped over the counter and lifted her up. She hit him a good one with a Bud Lite bottle. He went down hard, Emmie falling on top of him.
"What da hell you think you doin', chick?!" One of them yelled, his speech slurred and his breath reeking with alcohol.
"She was defending herself from your perverted little friend, you bastard! NOW GET OUT OF MY BAR!"
The guy hobbled up to me, a pissed off look on his face, "Shut up woman, before I kick your skinny ass!"
"YOU LEAVE MY WOMAN ALONE!" The priest said, leaning his arm against my shoulder (probably to prop himself up). I looked at him as if he were crazy.
"What did you say?" The man bellowed, motioning his whole motley crew over. They staggered over, carrying bottles and chairs.
"What? Can't ya fight on your own you old coot?!" The priest laughed, grabbing his empty Budweiser bottle.
"OLD COOT?!!"
"You gonna get it now!" One of the man's flunky's said.
Emmie stayed hidden under the bar, holding a small table for protection.
"BAR FIGHT!" One of them yelled, smashing the full bottle on one of the tables as the crowd began to riot.
~*Owari*~
Next time on Gundam Wing: Some very unexpected things happen. People are parted from the things they love- masks, remote controls, their lunch, their hair. Zoe has fun with fire extinguishers, and Sarah just... gets freaked out. All on the next Gundam Wing episode 52: A Fool and his Hair are Soon Parted- New Beginnings Arise.
Okayz, what do you guys think? And be prepared, Duo-lovers, for Chapter three. It's a real tear-wrencher! Well, not really, but hey, something happens.
Author's Note: Yes, I know.. I never mentioned Zoe in the last one, so sue me (uh, well not literally. I'm too poor!). This chapter takes place the same day as the first chapter, yet covers the point of views of two other characters, one introduced in this chapter. Well, I don't want to bore you guys, so on with the story. BTW, I'm sorry about the newspaper boy bashing, okayz. I have a bad newspaper boy, so I kinda used that. Gomen ni to all the halfway decent newspaper ppls! ^^'
A fic
By Baka-chan
AC 199: New Years' Eve (Chapter two)
:::Rebecca:::
I looked at the clock on the table by the couch, sighing softly to myself as I read. "Five o'clock..." I said to myself. Heero sat beside me, sleeping soundly. I smiled. He looked just like an angel when he slept; his olive hair fallen over his face and mouth open ever so slightly. I hated to wake him when he was like that. He seemed to be in bliss. I laid my head on his shoulder and whispered, "Heero-kun, time to wake up."
He opened his eyes slowly and moaned softly, yawning wide. His back arched back as he stretched his arms over his head. I turned my head toward him, making my spot in my book and resting it on the couch cushion, " 'morning, sleeping beauty." He scratched his arm, looking over at the VCR clock to see what time it is. I stopped him by putting my hand on his arm, "Hun, its Five."
"What's up with the lime green nail polish?" He asked drozily, looking down at my hand.
I patted his arm, a warm smile on my face, "Nothing really... Just something from my stupid wannabe cousin, Relena-ditzface. She gave it to me before she did us all a favor..."
He stiffened a laugh, whether it was about my comment, or that fact that Relena killed herself (both were kinda funny, really). He laid his head on my shoulder as I turned on the TV. The only other thing I remember after that was falling asleep. What woke me up was a loud knocking on the door. I opened my eyes slightly, turning my head toward the door and shouting, "WE DON'T WANT ANY!" The knocking continued, "Damn girl scouts. Can't they tell I don't want any? DON'T MAKE ME GET THE SHOTGUN!"
Heero rose his head slightly, blue violet eyes still watery from sleeping, "Get the door, would you?" I sighed, walking toward the door. Before I did, though, I got out a broom.
Then, in the most hillbillyish voice, "CLEVIS, AH THOUGH AH SAID NOT TA LET THEM DAMN GUM DRINKIN' FRIENDS HEREA! THAT'S IT, AH'M GETTING THE BROOM! THEIR ASSES AURE GONNA BE SORE AFTA AH GET THROUGH WIT THEM!" Heero just rolled his eyes and went back to sleep. I unlatched the locks and kicked the door open, "Okay, who's ass wants some?" I dropped my broom almost immediately. I stood there, my face hot from embarrassment, "Um... Hi Millardo... What brings you to these neck of the woods?" I said in a sheepish voice. He had his stupid tin can on which made him look like a pigeon man. Lucrezia stood beside him. Heero opened his eyes suddenly, jumping off the couch and reaching for a gun, which, I might add, he did not have. He blinked, looking down at his pant pocket.
"Damnnit... Where the hell is my gun?!" He growled.
"Um, Heero... How are you supposed to sleep with a loaded gun in your pocket? Did you check your sock drawer?"
He turned red, "That's right... YOU TWO STAY RIGHT HERE WHILE I GO GET MY GUN!"
I rolled my eyes, as did Milliardo, as he ran to his room.
:::Sarah:::
I had gotten rid of my Oz jacket a long time ago, but it was still hotter than I had ever expected it to be. I had gone through my whole ration of water within a few hours and was far from our new base in Riyadh- at least a few days. I had my bag with supplies to make a decent shelter, but what use would that be with no food and water? I would be dead of dehydration within daybreak. I can't really remember much of what happened after wandering for a while without water. I could have been delusional for all I know. I can remember being dizzy, the whole desert in front of me spinning like a top. After a while, I felt as if I stopped walking- all I could see was endless sand and sky. The sands swirled around and swallowed me whole, and then I blacked out.
I don't know how long I was unconscious, possibly hours, days, or, for all I know, weeks. My eyes fluttered open to an onslaught of pinks, reds, and whites. Blinking my eyes again as the colors slowly focused into object, I noticed I was in a room. A big room... I didn't try to move in case I had hurt or broken anything and did not know it. Using my training, I looked around cautiously, trying not to change my heart rate in case I was being monitored. It looked to be a little girl's paradise- I was laying in a large, pink-silk canopy bed, stuffed animals everywhere. It was scary, very scary. The curtains were an ivory white, drawn back so the sun blared in my eyes. There were throw pillows all over the bed, every kind of lacy throw pillow you can think of. And there I was, sitting in the middle of this Kindergarten hell. I thought I had died and was in Hell. "What the..."
A tapping came at the door, soft at first, then growing louder. My eyes automatically went to the door, waiting to see who or what took me to this... place. The door opened slowly, a head peeking into the small crack. I know figured out who's room this was.
"So you're finally awake. I was beginning to worry." The boy said, walking toward the bed slowly. His platinum blonde hair moved slightly as he walked, his bangs falling into his sea green eyes. I lay there, not responding, but looking at him as if he was insane. He stopped, looking at me oddly, "What's the matter?"
Silence.
"Well, I brought you something to eat. A sandwich and some soup, along with a glass of milk. I... I hope you like it." He said slowly, setting the tray on the bedside table. I looked at it slowly, then toward him. He just stood there, looking at me, a hopeful smile on his face.
I forced a smile and sat up slowly, humoring him, "Uh, thanks..." I said plainly, discretely signaling him to leave. Thankfully, he got the message.
:::Zoe:::
Lucky me, I got to work the bar New Year's Eve. Yippee... What? Can't you see my enthusiasm? Anyway, I had no choice really, I'm broke. I need the money desperately. Anyway, I'm sure you're wondering what a seventeen year old female like me is doing in a guy's bar. Well, for your information, I can take care of myself, thank you very much! I'm sorry I seem a little cynical, but I hate working the bar on these kinds of nights, alone mind you. But as they say, another day, another dollar.
Normally I would not be so... what is the word I'm thinking of? Hesitant, to work, but that night was, well, a lot of fun to witness (talking to the cops was a real joy of mine), and to clean up. I even had the honor to take a dunkey home with me, a pleasure I have never had before that (or, hopefully, will have again).
It was about 9:00 that night when some guy stumbled in wearing a priest outfit. His hair looked longer than mine, which made me look a second time to make sure it wasn't some kind of fruity weave. He looked around at the bar, which was, for the most part, empty. Thankfully, my friend, Emmie, came during my shift to help.
The boy interested me at the fact that he was a religious man, yet he was coming to a dive like this. We both figured he was going to start bible thumping, so I went over to kick his braided butt out. When I got to him, he must had recognized me as a worker (probably by the ugly red aprons we're suppose to wear) and said in a rather loud voice, "Good, finally I get some service. I want a Budweiser."
I looked at him oddly, raising one of my eyebrows at him, then walked away to get what the priest asked for; a cold one. As the night went on, more people loaded into our little dive of a bar. The priest, however, seemed interested in one game we had set up on one of the TV screens- an old Earth game called Goemon's Great Adventure. I got bored and eventually joined in.
For a while, it was kinda fun. He was pretty good, so we were kicking butt on it. It was very fun indeed. God, now I'm sounding like a prim and proper little momma's girl... Anyway, by about 1:00, things had settled down, all except for the occasional "Chug, Chug Chug!" In the background, but that was common. It was about closing time, but there was a rowdy bunch that just would not shut up. First they began making raunchy comments to Emmie, and then they went full force. One of them jumped over the counter and lifted her up. She hit him a good one with a Bud Lite bottle. He went down hard, Emmie falling on top of him.
"What da hell you think you doin', chick?!" One of them yelled, his speech slurred and his breath reeking with alcohol.
"She was defending herself from your perverted little friend, you bastard! NOW GET OUT OF MY BAR!"
The guy hobbled up to me, a pissed off look on his face, "Shut up woman, before I kick your skinny ass!"
"YOU LEAVE MY WOMAN ALONE!" The priest said, leaning his arm against my shoulder (probably to prop himself up). I looked at him as if he were crazy.
"What did you say?" The man bellowed, motioning his whole motley crew over. They staggered over, carrying bottles and chairs.
"What? Can't ya fight on your own you old coot?!" The priest laughed, grabbing his empty Budweiser bottle.
"OLD COOT?!!"
"You gonna get it now!" One of the man's flunky's said.
Emmie stayed hidden under the bar, holding a small table for protection.
"BAR FIGHT!" One of them yelled, smashing the full bottle on one of the tables as the crowd began to riot.
~*Owari*~
Next time on Gundam Wing: Some very unexpected things happen. People are parted from the things they love- masks, remote controls, their lunch, their hair. Zoe has fun with fire extinguishers, and Sarah just... gets freaked out. All on the next Gundam Wing episode 52: A Fool and his Hair are Soon Parted- New Beginnings Arise.
Okayz, what do you guys think? And be prepared, Duo-lovers, for Chapter three. It's a real tear-wrencher! Well, not really, but hey, something happens.