Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, though I
must say I wish I did. (Starts falling into the day-dreamy state again,
only to be thwaped) Oh well, I guess I'll be all right. I'm writing this,
aren't I?
Author's Note: After scrutinizing my writing for the last few chapters (Let me tell you, I don't really read this after I'm done. I actually just type and hope that my grammar is accurate as is my spelling) I've decided that I'm going to remodel the last few chapters using the new chapter replacement device. (They won't be that different but hopefully I will have pulled out some of the errors, added a few extra scenes, and elaborated since my current style of writing is, in my opinion, much more developed than when I first began to write.) So, hopefully you'll be seeing changes soon. (IMPORTANT) If you'd like me to email you every time I update this fic, send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com with the subject "2001" telling me so and I will. Gah! It's 2002 now, maybe I should rename my ficcie. or not. I think they will go back sometime in August. ^_^. Ok, nothing else for me to bore you with so let's go!
Chapter Thirteen (lucky number thirteen, right?):
1 By: Demosthenes
The search seemed futile. No matter where they looked through the masses of people, they failed to find Duo and Wufei. Spirits were growing weary and minds found themselves at the brink of exhaustion. What was worse was that without Duo, there would be no free stay at the hotel, which would mean another sore night of sleepy in an uncomfortable place.
"Aw dear, we thought something went right and then it has to go all wrong again!" Quatre sighed. He was complaining in a way, but no one saw it as such since he had always been unlikely to be the dissatisfied one. The hard concrete on the ground somehow made their legs ache even more, but no one made any comments to their fatigue.
As even more time passed, Quatre was the first one to succumb. He sat down to rest on a nearby wooden bench only to be joined by Treize. There was one more spot to be taken, and the three remaining people gave each other shifty looks as to who was to sit down. Zechs sighed honorably, and in the most esteemed, handsome, princely manner suggested. (Interruption by unruly characters.. OOC Heero: Wait a second! Honorably? Princely manner? Hey! I'm the main character. I'm the one running the show! So why does he get such eloquent adjectives such as "esteemed" and "handsome"~!
Trowa: I hate to admit it, but I agree, I thought you said you'd write "unbiasly".
Quatre: I think you're showing your favor towards Zechs! That's uncalled for~!
Treize: Yeah! Quatre and I get bashed twice as much as Pantene Pro-V boy over there!
Authoress: ...
Wufei: Yes! That is just an injustice!
Authoress: You're supposed to be lost.
Wufei: I had to be in the protest against weaklings like you.
Authoress: This is pointless... Ok, everyone... I'll try to be a little fairer to the rest of you.. (crosses fingers) Anyways. as I was saying!) Zechs sighed and suggested (Everyone happy? I took out the adjectives!), "Why don't either one of you sit down? I'm not that tired." Trowa and Heero stared at each other. Heero was the perfect soldier, he was not supposed to tire out and Trowa was almost as obstinate as Heero. Almost. He quickly took the seat.
They approached a gold encrusted carousel playing soothing music as youngsters laughed enjoying the ride the bobbing stallions provided. Duo closed his eyes and thought about the childhood he had never had. "What if this is where I had been born instead," he thought, "would I be that happy? With parents to love me and a normal life?" He had sworn never to echo these thoughts out loud; it would be uncharacteristic of him to do so. They all saw him as carefree, jovial, loquacious Duo. Never what was under the surface - the lamenting child that sought revenge for everything he had lost.
"Are you alright?" Wufei asked. It was awfully compassionate of him to notice something was wrong. Then again, that was the way it seemed on the outside. He too, had a visage put up, one of strength and perseverance - but like the others he had his reasons to fight. He closed his eyes and thought of "her" from so very long ago. (His wife who died. Yes, for those of you who didn't know he did have a wife. or was it his betrothed? I don't recall exactly, but there was a woman in his life that he cared about. AMAZING! I'm joking about the "amazing" part. Sorry, I know I ruined the mood. Then again, this is supposed to be farce, not some melancholic angst fic.)
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Duo answered quickly putting up his famous grin once more, "must have been something I ate." They continued to walk on, hoping they'd find the others.
"Duo, what if we don't find them?" Wufei asked, getting a bit worried.
"I have the tickets! Bwahaha! We get free rooms and they'll be stuck on the streets, and then we'll get a good breakfast while they'll be digging through trashcans for food~! I can almost see it! Treize will complain because he won't get everything on a silver platter and."
"You make me sorry I even asked," Wufei groaned.
"Well, for that attitude, I don't think I'll share the extra room tickets with you," Duo said jokingly.
"That would be injustice," Wufei commented.
"You sure like that word," Duo teased. He looked up and noticed familiar faces ahead. "Hey! It's them!" Duo stormed off towards the rest of the company with lightning speed. His braid flew gracefully in the wind.
"Are you sure this isn't another desert mirage?" Wufei questioned running after his stampeding comrade. But Duo was going too fast to listen. When he got closer, he halted and walked up to them casually.
"So, what's up you guys?" he asked in a nonchalant tone.
"DUO!" Quatre shouted. The group quickly turned their attention to the braided Deathscythe pilot.
"Where on earth did you guys wonder off to?" Trowa interrogated.
A monotone voice interrupted, "I didn't expect much from you, Duo but I thought that you, Wufei, would have more sense than to get yourself lost."
Wufei scowled, "It was all Maxwell's fault." A harsh wind began to blow against the pilots as if to personify Wufei's annoyance and anxiety at getting lost.
"Arguing is not going to accomplish anything," Zechs commented, "I'm sure everyone else is tired so we should go and get some rest. Then, our minds will be fresher to think of a way out of this demise." Quatre nodded in agreement. It was getting late and the air was growing cooler. No one was in the mood to argue anymore. Quatre and Trowa stood up from the bench, as did Treize. Treize, though, brushed himself off thoroughly as if he was going to meet someone extremely important very soon. The reunited group of seven - five pilots, two Oz soldiers started off for the hotel. Inside, warm air, flashing lights and the ringing of a casino greeted them. A world of freedom. A world with opportunities. A war without a grand war.
And here, this chapter ends. paving the way for another to begin. Your reviews are greatly appreciated and are quite inspiring! Remember, if you'd like me to email you when I update, just send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com. Subject "2001". Thank you and stay tuned for another chapter!
Wufei: You mean another "biased" chapter.
Authoress: Aw, I'm hurt.
Wufei: So am I. By the lack of good lines! "Injustice", doesn't that seem like the only thing I ever say!? I do have a good vocabulary you know! I can say words like "garrulous" and "cacophony" and "defenestrate". Why can't I say things like that?
Authoress: Talk too much and I'll have it arranged for you to be defenestrated! (For those who are wondering, Definition Defenestrate: to be pushed out of a high window.) Many thanks to AtaM for introducing me to that wonderful word!
Author's Note: After scrutinizing my writing for the last few chapters (Let me tell you, I don't really read this after I'm done. I actually just type and hope that my grammar is accurate as is my spelling) I've decided that I'm going to remodel the last few chapters using the new chapter replacement device. (They won't be that different but hopefully I will have pulled out some of the errors, added a few extra scenes, and elaborated since my current style of writing is, in my opinion, much more developed than when I first began to write.) So, hopefully you'll be seeing changes soon. (IMPORTANT) If you'd like me to email you every time I update this fic, send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com with the subject "2001" telling me so and I will. Gah! It's 2002 now, maybe I should rename my ficcie. or not. I think they will go back sometime in August. ^_^. Ok, nothing else for me to bore you with so let's go!
Chapter Thirteen (lucky number thirteen, right?):
1 By: Demosthenes
The search seemed futile. No matter where they looked through the masses of people, they failed to find Duo and Wufei. Spirits were growing weary and minds found themselves at the brink of exhaustion. What was worse was that without Duo, there would be no free stay at the hotel, which would mean another sore night of sleepy in an uncomfortable place.
"Aw dear, we thought something went right and then it has to go all wrong again!" Quatre sighed. He was complaining in a way, but no one saw it as such since he had always been unlikely to be the dissatisfied one. The hard concrete on the ground somehow made their legs ache even more, but no one made any comments to their fatigue.
As even more time passed, Quatre was the first one to succumb. He sat down to rest on a nearby wooden bench only to be joined by Treize. There was one more spot to be taken, and the three remaining people gave each other shifty looks as to who was to sit down. Zechs sighed honorably, and in the most esteemed, handsome, princely manner suggested. (Interruption by unruly characters.. OOC Heero: Wait a second! Honorably? Princely manner? Hey! I'm the main character. I'm the one running the show! So why does he get such eloquent adjectives such as "esteemed" and "handsome"~!
Trowa: I hate to admit it, but I agree, I thought you said you'd write "unbiasly".
Quatre: I think you're showing your favor towards Zechs! That's uncalled for~!
Treize: Yeah! Quatre and I get bashed twice as much as Pantene Pro-V boy over there!
Authoress: ...
Wufei: Yes! That is just an injustice!
Authoress: You're supposed to be lost.
Wufei: I had to be in the protest against weaklings like you.
Authoress: This is pointless... Ok, everyone... I'll try to be a little fairer to the rest of you.. (crosses fingers) Anyways. as I was saying!) Zechs sighed and suggested (Everyone happy? I took out the adjectives!), "Why don't either one of you sit down? I'm not that tired." Trowa and Heero stared at each other. Heero was the perfect soldier, he was not supposed to tire out and Trowa was almost as obstinate as Heero. Almost. He quickly took the seat.
They approached a gold encrusted carousel playing soothing music as youngsters laughed enjoying the ride the bobbing stallions provided. Duo closed his eyes and thought about the childhood he had never had. "What if this is where I had been born instead," he thought, "would I be that happy? With parents to love me and a normal life?" He had sworn never to echo these thoughts out loud; it would be uncharacteristic of him to do so. They all saw him as carefree, jovial, loquacious Duo. Never what was under the surface - the lamenting child that sought revenge for everything he had lost.
"Are you alright?" Wufei asked. It was awfully compassionate of him to notice something was wrong. Then again, that was the way it seemed on the outside. He too, had a visage put up, one of strength and perseverance - but like the others he had his reasons to fight. He closed his eyes and thought of "her" from so very long ago. (His wife who died. Yes, for those of you who didn't know he did have a wife. or was it his betrothed? I don't recall exactly, but there was a woman in his life that he cared about. AMAZING! I'm joking about the "amazing" part. Sorry, I know I ruined the mood. Then again, this is supposed to be farce, not some melancholic angst fic.)
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Duo answered quickly putting up his famous grin once more, "must have been something I ate." They continued to walk on, hoping they'd find the others.
"Duo, what if we don't find them?" Wufei asked, getting a bit worried.
"I have the tickets! Bwahaha! We get free rooms and they'll be stuck on the streets, and then we'll get a good breakfast while they'll be digging through trashcans for food~! I can almost see it! Treize will complain because he won't get everything on a silver platter and."
"You make me sorry I even asked," Wufei groaned.
"Well, for that attitude, I don't think I'll share the extra room tickets with you," Duo said jokingly.
"That would be injustice," Wufei commented.
"You sure like that word," Duo teased. He looked up and noticed familiar faces ahead. "Hey! It's them!" Duo stormed off towards the rest of the company with lightning speed. His braid flew gracefully in the wind.
"Are you sure this isn't another desert mirage?" Wufei questioned running after his stampeding comrade. But Duo was going too fast to listen. When he got closer, he halted and walked up to them casually.
"So, what's up you guys?" he asked in a nonchalant tone.
"DUO!" Quatre shouted. The group quickly turned their attention to the braided Deathscythe pilot.
"Where on earth did you guys wonder off to?" Trowa interrogated.
A monotone voice interrupted, "I didn't expect much from you, Duo but I thought that you, Wufei, would have more sense than to get yourself lost."
Wufei scowled, "It was all Maxwell's fault." A harsh wind began to blow against the pilots as if to personify Wufei's annoyance and anxiety at getting lost.
"Arguing is not going to accomplish anything," Zechs commented, "I'm sure everyone else is tired so we should go and get some rest. Then, our minds will be fresher to think of a way out of this demise." Quatre nodded in agreement. It was getting late and the air was growing cooler. No one was in the mood to argue anymore. Quatre and Trowa stood up from the bench, as did Treize. Treize, though, brushed himself off thoroughly as if he was going to meet someone extremely important very soon. The reunited group of seven - five pilots, two Oz soldiers started off for the hotel. Inside, warm air, flashing lights and the ringing of a casino greeted them. A world of freedom. A world with opportunities. A war without a grand war.
And here, this chapter ends. paving the way for another to begin. Your reviews are greatly appreciated and are quite inspiring! Remember, if you'd like me to email you when I update, just send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com. Subject "2001". Thank you and stay tuned for another chapter!
Wufei: You mean another "biased" chapter.
Authoress: Aw, I'm hurt.
Wufei: So am I. By the lack of good lines! "Injustice", doesn't that seem like the only thing I ever say!? I do have a good vocabulary you know! I can say words like "garrulous" and "cacophony" and "defenestrate". Why can't I say things like that?
Authoress: Talk too much and I'll have it arranged for you to be defenestrated! (For those who are wondering, Definition Defenestrate: to be pushed out of a high window.) Many thanks to AtaM for introducing me to that wonderful word!
