Documentary
by Mandelarae
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing, I'd be filthy stinking rich. But I don't, so that's saying something.
Prologue:
I blinked as I removed my tired, bloodshot eyes from the lens of the video camera I was staring into, perched on a tripod.
The pristine white lace curtain swayed in the soft, gentle breeze, cooling my sweaty face. The electric fan in the background moved back and forth, left to right, blowing my brown bangs out of my face. My own ass was getting cramped from long hours of sitting on the old director's chair I had gotten from Cinemax.
Moonlight bathed my body, casting a silhouette on the floor. A hand, cold as the night, gripped my shoulder tightly.
"Come to bed," she purred seductively.
"Not NOW, Relena," I groaned, pushing her shoulder off.
"What are you staring at NOW, Heero Yuy?" She asked, peering through the lens of the telescope. Luckily, she didn't see the beauty I was staring at. So all Relena saw were stars in the velvet sky.
"Nothing!" I yelled angrily, standing up. "If it will shut you up and get you off my goddamned back, I'll go to bed with you."
Relena Dorlian Peacecraft sighed vehemently, and tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder. "Heero, why do I put up with you? Why do we bother putting up with each other, for that matter? The love in our relationship has definitely gone down the drain."
I rubbed my shoulders and got into bed, and turned to my side as to avoid Relena's hurt, pitiful, and guilt-inducing looks.
"I have no idea. Maybe because we both want to fit in with the gang, everyone's happy, romantic, and all that crap."
"Heero..."
"WHAT THE FUCK NOW, WOMAN?" I roared, grabbing my blanket and pulling it up to my ears. "CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE TO DIE IN PEACE?"
"I want a divorce," she whispered icily.
"Meow, bring in the claws, Lena," I grumbled and drifted off into quiet, peaceful Relena-less dreams.
A/N: Like? Hate? Comments? Anyone know who Heero's staring at? Hey, review please! Next chapter goes up if I get 3-5 reviews! Or, if I get tired of waiting.
::Duo comes in and repeatedly hits authoress with a 2"4.:
Duo: FINISH. THE. FIC!!!!!!!!!!
Mandelarae: Okay, okay, okay...please stop hitting me with the 2"4!
by Mandelarae
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing, I'd be filthy stinking rich. But I don't, so that's saying something.
Prologue:
I blinked as I removed my tired, bloodshot eyes from the lens of the video camera I was staring into, perched on a tripod.
The pristine white lace curtain swayed in the soft, gentle breeze, cooling my sweaty face. The electric fan in the background moved back and forth, left to right, blowing my brown bangs out of my face. My own ass was getting cramped from long hours of sitting on the old director's chair I had gotten from Cinemax.
Moonlight bathed my body, casting a silhouette on the floor. A hand, cold as the night, gripped my shoulder tightly.
"Come to bed," she purred seductively.
"Not NOW, Relena," I groaned, pushing her shoulder off.
"What are you staring at NOW, Heero Yuy?" She asked, peering through the lens of the telescope. Luckily, she didn't see the beauty I was staring at. So all Relena saw were stars in the velvet sky.
"Nothing!" I yelled angrily, standing up. "If it will shut you up and get you off my goddamned back, I'll go to bed with you."
Relena Dorlian Peacecraft sighed vehemently, and tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder. "Heero, why do I put up with you? Why do we bother putting up with each other, for that matter? The love in our relationship has definitely gone down the drain."
I rubbed my shoulders and got into bed, and turned to my side as to avoid Relena's hurt, pitiful, and guilt-inducing looks.
"I have no idea. Maybe because we both want to fit in with the gang, everyone's happy, romantic, and all that crap."
"Heero..."
"WHAT THE FUCK NOW, WOMAN?" I roared, grabbing my blanket and pulling it up to my ears. "CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE TO DIE IN PEACE?"
"I want a divorce," she whispered icily.
"Meow, bring in the claws, Lena," I grumbled and drifted off into quiet, peaceful Relena-less dreams.
A/N: Like? Hate? Comments? Anyone know who Heero's staring at? Hey, review please! Next chapter goes up if I get 3-5 reviews! Or, if I get tired of waiting.
::Duo comes in and repeatedly hits authoress with a 2"4.:
Duo: FINISH. THE. FIC!!!!!!!!!!
Mandelarae: Okay, okay, okay...please stop hitting me with the 2"4!