Heres da next chapter. It's not gunna be dat long cuz it's 1:00 in da
morning and im tired…. Sooooo here goes. And to make up for it, I'll make
two more chapters when I wake up later ko! :P Remember, I need reviews to
win da bet! Almost dere!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own GW, but I do own dis plot.
~~~~~Sarah P.O.V~~~~~
I was locked up.
Not literally.
I was LOCKED in, but not in a cell or anything.
The cargo room. I was demoted to CLEANING pieces of metal and parts so they could be used to build mobile suits.
In my fathers new corporation, White Fang, to me personally is a weird name, I am to be invisible. That's what he told me.
I do what he wants me to…And I test the gundams when need and only needed. Sacrimyst was revoked until further notice.
And I was pissed.
Here, dressed in a janitor uniform, as not to get my clothes dirty, and scrubbing down parts.
At first I had thought it was a joke from him… But nnnnnnooooooo Zech's doesn't joke.
He should lighten up a bit.
So I cleaned….And Cleaned…..And cleaned…
God it felt like forever!
Finally, a soldier came in to relieve me, and let me know the time.
Nine o clock pm.
I had had no food…..Nothing for an entire day. Very nice father. Very considerate. I was like a fucking prisoner.
I wasn't very hungry though. Imagine that.. ME not hungry. I just needed a shower… Bad.
So I headed towards my quarters and started the water running, removing my ugly, dirty, raggedy, freaky garments.
When the water grew warm enough, I hit the shower and stepped in.
Man did that feel good after a long, hard day of work.
I scrubbed away all the oil, dirt and grime that came with cleaning dirty metal. I washed my long hair extra hard, shampooing twice.
I was tired as I emerged from the shower, blindly groping for a towel. I felt the soft fabric and grabbed it, whipping my face and wrapping it around my body.
I was soon once again dry and dressed, this time in my night clothes, a huge black t-shirt with silky black shorts and my fuzzy, black and red striped tiger slippers.
As I ran the brush through my still wet hair, I began to think back.
And only when my brush touched the still tender spot where the stitches once were, removed by the doctors here, I grew wide awake.
Duo.
I missed him.
I missed him so much. But I couldn't allow myself to cry…Or be bothered by this fact. I couldn't bare any more pain.
Instead of twisting my hair, I braided it this time, flicking the wet, thick braid behind me after having tied it with a small red band.
Then I flicked on my computer, and once it came up, I clearly saw I had mail.
Drawing it up, I double clicked the first of the two messages.
^^^Dear Daughter,
I am sorry to be so rough on you. You need to learn that an enemy should be disposed of, not befriended. I hope being demoted helps you realize this.
Zech's^^^
So he still didn't use his real name.
And he was sorry? Hah.
And still… I love him….Ugh.
The next message seemed important. I double clicked it to find:
^^^ALL White Fang members,
We have recently been informed of OZ's capture of a gundam pilot. Gundam pilot 03 for that matter. We do not know if he has supplied any information to them, however if he has, we can most likely find it within their files. Any staff member wishing to submit ideas or comments on this situation, please reply.
Colonel Freeto, Staff Executive^^^
I was shocked at this.. A gundam pilot captured? Maybe that's where 03 was when the other three came barging into my house.
I clicked reply and began to type my message:
^^^Staff executive,
I suggest that we use someone. Someone whom can be mistaken as just another worker. Someone young, sneaky and small so they won't get noticed.. Just someone to go and lift OZ of it's heavy Gundam pilot burden. I find that if they have no information from him yet, after what they might have done, it would be easier for us to break him.
Sarah Greenwich^^^
I clicked send and leaned back, grinning slightly.
So pilot 03 was captured huh? Well if they take on my suggestion, he'll soon be free.
Just a thanks to Duo for saving my life.
It wasn't long before my box was once again hailed by mail.
^^^Sarah Greenwich,
Your idea was quiet informative. It seems risky, and odd for that matter. But if pulled through, it might work. Are you perhaps suggesting yourself?
Colonel Freeto, Staff Executive^^^
Well they must be on all the time huh? To reply that fast.
The next message was in bold, notifying it's importance:
^^^Sarah,
You are not suggesting yourself are you? Your plan in which to get the gundam pilot is risky, dangerous and perhaps selfish. You are not doing this for yourself are you? We need to talk.
Zech's^^^
Hrmph. He gets the mail sent to Staff? Grrr.. I clicked reply.
^^^Zech's,
I am perhaps suggesting myself. It depends. I know it is risky and dangerous, but quite easy if you know what to do. For your information, I am not doing this for myself. You have no trust. And if you want to talk, talk face to face. Not over some dumb computer screen.
Sarah^^^
Another email.
^^^Sarah Greenwich,
Tomorrow morning at seven o clock am will be the decisive meeting. Be there for your idea to be considered and the candidate to be chosen. Thank you.
Colonel Freeto, Staff Executive^^^
I gave a shrug and flicked off my computer, before leaping and flopping onto my bed. I glanced to my clock, ten thirty.
Well, since I have to get up so early, I'll go to bed.
Curling up, I pulled the regular old cotton sheets over me and laid there, my braid sprawled to the side for my not to lay on it.
Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~TBC
Yep. Dats it! I'm sorry if I get facts untrue or not straight.. I haven't seen much of the series.. I need da 200 reviews! Please help out if you can and thank you! So nice! Uh and stay tuned!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own GW, but I do own dis plot.
~~~~~Sarah P.O.V~~~~~
I was locked up.
Not literally.
I was LOCKED in, but not in a cell or anything.
The cargo room. I was demoted to CLEANING pieces of metal and parts so they could be used to build mobile suits.
In my fathers new corporation, White Fang, to me personally is a weird name, I am to be invisible. That's what he told me.
I do what he wants me to…And I test the gundams when need and only needed. Sacrimyst was revoked until further notice.
And I was pissed.
Here, dressed in a janitor uniform, as not to get my clothes dirty, and scrubbing down parts.
At first I had thought it was a joke from him… But nnnnnnooooooo Zech's doesn't joke.
He should lighten up a bit.
So I cleaned….And Cleaned…..And cleaned…
God it felt like forever!
Finally, a soldier came in to relieve me, and let me know the time.
Nine o clock pm.
I had had no food…..Nothing for an entire day. Very nice father. Very considerate. I was like a fucking prisoner.
I wasn't very hungry though. Imagine that.. ME not hungry. I just needed a shower… Bad.
So I headed towards my quarters and started the water running, removing my ugly, dirty, raggedy, freaky garments.
When the water grew warm enough, I hit the shower and stepped in.
Man did that feel good after a long, hard day of work.
I scrubbed away all the oil, dirt and grime that came with cleaning dirty metal. I washed my long hair extra hard, shampooing twice.
I was tired as I emerged from the shower, blindly groping for a towel. I felt the soft fabric and grabbed it, whipping my face and wrapping it around my body.
I was soon once again dry and dressed, this time in my night clothes, a huge black t-shirt with silky black shorts and my fuzzy, black and red striped tiger slippers.
As I ran the brush through my still wet hair, I began to think back.
And only when my brush touched the still tender spot where the stitches once were, removed by the doctors here, I grew wide awake.
Duo.
I missed him.
I missed him so much. But I couldn't allow myself to cry…Or be bothered by this fact. I couldn't bare any more pain.
Instead of twisting my hair, I braided it this time, flicking the wet, thick braid behind me after having tied it with a small red band.
Then I flicked on my computer, and once it came up, I clearly saw I had mail.
Drawing it up, I double clicked the first of the two messages.
^^^Dear Daughter,
I am sorry to be so rough on you. You need to learn that an enemy should be disposed of, not befriended. I hope being demoted helps you realize this.
Zech's^^^
So he still didn't use his real name.
And he was sorry? Hah.
And still… I love him….Ugh.
The next message seemed important. I double clicked it to find:
^^^ALL White Fang members,
We have recently been informed of OZ's capture of a gundam pilot. Gundam pilot 03 for that matter. We do not know if he has supplied any information to them, however if he has, we can most likely find it within their files. Any staff member wishing to submit ideas or comments on this situation, please reply.
Colonel Freeto, Staff Executive^^^
I was shocked at this.. A gundam pilot captured? Maybe that's where 03 was when the other three came barging into my house.
I clicked reply and began to type my message:
^^^Staff executive,
I suggest that we use someone. Someone whom can be mistaken as just another worker. Someone young, sneaky and small so they won't get noticed.. Just someone to go and lift OZ of it's heavy Gundam pilot burden. I find that if they have no information from him yet, after what they might have done, it would be easier for us to break him.
Sarah Greenwich^^^
I clicked send and leaned back, grinning slightly.
So pilot 03 was captured huh? Well if they take on my suggestion, he'll soon be free.
Just a thanks to Duo for saving my life.
It wasn't long before my box was once again hailed by mail.
^^^Sarah Greenwich,
Your idea was quiet informative. It seems risky, and odd for that matter. But if pulled through, it might work. Are you perhaps suggesting yourself?
Colonel Freeto, Staff Executive^^^
Well they must be on all the time huh? To reply that fast.
The next message was in bold, notifying it's importance:
^^^Sarah,
You are not suggesting yourself are you? Your plan in which to get the gundam pilot is risky, dangerous and perhaps selfish. You are not doing this for yourself are you? We need to talk.
Zech's^^^
Hrmph. He gets the mail sent to Staff? Grrr.. I clicked reply.
^^^Zech's,
I am perhaps suggesting myself. It depends. I know it is risky and dangerous, but quite easy if you know what to do. For your information, I am not doing this for myself. You have no trust. And if you want to talk, talk face to face. Not over some dumb computer screen.
Sarah^^^
Another email.
^^^Sarah Greenwich,
Tomorrow morning at seven o clock am will be the decisive meeting. Be there for your idea to be considered and the candidate to be chosen. Thank you.
Colonel Freeto, Staff Executive^^^
I gave a shrug and flicked off my computer, before leaping and flopping onto my bed. I glanced to my clock, ten thirty.
Well, since I have to get up so early, I'll go to bed.
Curling up, I pulled the regular old cotton sheets over me and laid there, my braid sprawled to the side for my not to lay on it.
Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~TBC
Yep. Dats it! I'm sorry if I get facts untrue or not straight.. I haven't seen much of the series.. I need da 200 reviews! Please help out if you can and thank you! So nice! Uh and stay tuned!