Author: MarieAmethyst

Title: United Realms: Gundam Wing

Rating: PG

Disclaimor: They don't belong to me. *Sigh: Zechs…*

Author's Note: My friend Brad helped out. Um, just something I did for an 8th grade English project.

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The gundam boys were at one of Quatre's estates, enjoying peace from missions for a few days. Duo was reading the latest anime magazine, Quatre and Trowa were practicing on their instruments together, Wufei was performing an ancient sword dance, and Heero, as usual, was on his laptop.

Duo looked up, "Hey, you guys, did you know-"

"Duo, shut up," Wufei said calmly, executing a complicated move with his sword.

"But-"

"Duo, just shut up. We were enjoying a break without you talking non-stop and saying things you call jokes."

"But-"

This time it was Heero who spoke up, "Duo, if you don't keep quiet, I'll cut your braid off."

Duo protectively grabbed his braid, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me."

Duo opened his mouth, then took one look at Heero's face and shut it again.

"You shouldn't tease him like that, Heero, because we all know you're not going to do it," Quatre said in his gentle voice.

Heero shot him a look, then reached down to his right boot. When he brought his hand back up, he was holding a knife.

Duo began to scoot back, his eyes on the knife, "Quatre! I know you're trying to help, but don't! You're just encouraging him!"

Quatre was about to reply when they were all blinded by a bright flash of light. Trowa, because he had his eyes closed as he continued to play his flute throughout the argument, was the first to be able to see again. The circus clown actor glanced up, and his emerald eyes widened in shock.

"Look at the sky," he told the others.

They all did, their eyes likewise widening in shock. The sky had a green cast to it, and was shot through with silver and gold that resembled stars.

"Duo, are you dreaming?"

"Very funny. If I was dreaming, the colors would be black, not green. I would have thought Trowa was more likely to have this dream."

"If you two are done with your discussion, perhaps we can figure out where we are," Wufei said in an irritated voice.

"Maybe we're dead," Quatre suggested.

Duo shook his head, "We're not dead."

"You still believe you're death?" Trowa asked.

"I am Shinigami! And we're not dead," he said, throwing a look at Quatre.

"I think he has really lost it this time," Trowa said to Quatre.

"No I haven't!" Duo protested. "And Heero is the psychopath. He's the one that goes around trying to get killed."

Wufei finally lost his patience, "If you're not going to help me figure out where we are, then I'm going to by myself." He turned to walk away.

"Oh, sit down Wufei. We were just joking," Duo said in his cheerful way.

Wufei still had an angry look on his face, but he sat down.

"Okay, Wufei, what's your theory on where we are?" Quatre asked him.

"We're not on Earth."

Duo rolled his eyes, "Well, duh!"

Wufei shot him a look that would have killed him if it could, "I think we're in an alternate world."

"I don't care where we are," Heero said, speaking for the first time since the flash of light, "but I'm going to see if my gundam is here." With that he stood up gracefully and began to walk toward where his gundam would be.

Duo, Quatre, and Trowa all looked at each other, shrugged, and began to follow him. Wufei shook his head and gave a frustrated sigh, and followed.

They all found their gundams safe, which made them all a little more happy. But then they all heard a familiar sound.

"Mobile suits!"