Melara: Wowie!!! I've already gotten 8 reviews! It's only been 24 hours since I tried to put it up there!!! All of the reviews were from people that I don't know!!! This is too cool!
Tsuru: What are you getting at?
Melara: I'm going to write more now!!!!
Tsuru: But you just posted the first part yesterday…
Melara: That's okay. I probably won't get this up till later anyway. I'm starting to get tired…
Tsuru: You woke up at 12:35 so you could write fanfictions, and go on the internet. This is the second night in a row. How long do you think you can keep this up?
Melara: Um… not too long. I might not wake up early tomorrow…
Tsuru: I meant that your evil father might catch you
Melara: Well, you only live once…
Tsuru: I think the two people who were nice enough to review this for you would appreciate it if you would live long enough to finish this fic.
Melara: good point. In that case, I'd better hurry up and write this.
Warnings: the same as last time, but incase you forgot, or you just like to see me torture myself by writing these things that no one ever reads, I'll type it again! (actually, I'll just cut and paste. Ha ha! I've foiled your evil plot!!!) *clears throat* I would just like to make one thing clear. If you believe this story to be Yaoi, and like it like that, then good for you. Don't let me spoil your fun. But if you will turn down my fic, because it appears to be Yaoi, then will you at least read this first? I am not trying to make fools out of the characters. I am not trying to make some twisted freak out of any of them. It is possible for love to exist between two guys that are completely straight. When people share extreme experiences like the gundam pilots have, they grow a bond with each other which is very close to family. Because of this, a guy can love another guy as if they were brothers. Thank you for listening to my lame babble. And for those of you that didn't, I can't do anything about it because you weren't reading, now can I? *cough, gasp, cough*
Tsuru: that was still very odd.
Melara: I know. Now, on with the legal crap!!!!
Legal Crap: I do not own Gundam wing. I do not make any money from my fics. I am writing this for the soul purpose of pleasing everyone that read the first chapter, and yelled at me for stopping it there. (yes, that includes me.) I have no money. If you sue me, all you'll get out of it is $1.29. That is all I have. Don't waste your time.
Tsuru: Can we continue this now?
Melara: Good idea. Here's chapter 2!!!
Chapter two
Quatre had just finished putting together a leftovers soup with Trowa. They took the fried chicken, breaded onion, and roast beef that would go bad in the fridge if they didn't do something with it soon, and added some fresh vegetables. Trowa sat down to read a book while the soup cooled, and Quatre turned on the TV.
"… The virus is not contagious, but if it isn't treated immediately, it could be life threatening. The virus is nearly impossible to identify until it reaches its final stage. It works by attacking the brain, and creates random illnesses there. Because it works inside the brain, normal treatment of the illness portrayed is ineffective…" the Television babbled mindlessly for a while, but when the soup cooled, Quatre turned it off.
"Lunch time" Quatre yelled. Trowa pulled out four bowls, as Wufei hadn't returned yet, and spooned out the soup. Quatre was surprised when he didn't hear Duo shooting down the steps. He had barely eaten any breakfast, and now hadn't come down for lunch. That wasn't like him at all. Duo was too concerned about his health to be missing meals like this.
"Duo is taking a nap. He'll be up in an hour." Heero walked down with his laptop. He wouldn't eat at all if he didn't think it would interrupt his performance. Trowa served the soup, and then sat down to eat.
"So, any idea where Relena is?" Quatre said, hoping to start a conversation. Heero just opened his laptop and continued to type. They ate in silence for a while, then Quatre tried again. "Any word from Wufei?" Heero didn't even look up from his laptop, and Trowa had started to read his book. Quatre was starting to think that he would never get a conversation going, and his last attempt was only half hearted. "How's the soup?" Heero stopped typing and stared at Quatre, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"It's very good." Heero finished off his soup and washed the bowl out, then put it away. Heero went back to typing, and Trowa got up to wash his bowl out. Heero looked at his computer, scanned the screen, and then scooted back in his chair.
"Did you find something?" Trowa asked.
"It found me…" Quatre looked over Heero's shoulder and read the e-mail on the screen.
"We have Relena Peacecraft with us. She will remain unharmed if our demands are met…" it continued with a list of outrageous and impossible demands, and finally, the colony responsible.
"When do we leave?" Quatre asked.
"In 3 hours. Trowa and Duo will be in gundams, I'm going in after Relena."
"What about me?"
"You stay here and wait for word from Wufei." Heero went back upstairs, leaving his precious laptop behind. Quatre was always left behind, for one reason or another. He was starting to wonder if he was any use at all to them.
"Duo?" Duo shivered, then woke up from his uneasy sleep. Heero was standing in the doorway with a bowl of hot soup. Duo sat up in bed, trying to forget about his damn headache.
"How long was I asleep?"
"About an hour and a half." Heero put the soup down on the desk next to Duo's bed. He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head.
"I told you to wake me up after two hours." Heero yanked the covers off of the bed and thrust a spoon into Duo's hand
"We have a mission. Finish your nap later." Duo sat up and ate a few spoonfuls of the soup Quatre had made for lunch. Although the soup was hot, it made him feel very cold, and slightly lightheaded.
"You found Relena?" Duo decided to stop eating, as it was only making him feel worse.
"Sort of…" Duo stood up and stretched, popping his back loudly.
"So what are we waiting for? Lets go." Duo walked out the door, but stopped in the hallway.
'What's wrong with me? Why do I feel so drained?'
'You're sick, you idiot. That's what happens when people get sick. You need to rest.'
'It's just a cold. It will go away.'
'Then why are you on the floor?' Duo was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. He remembered that he had been going to do something important, and then had felt dizzy, so he leaned against the wall.
"Duo?" Duo looked over to see Heero kneeling down beside him. "You can stay back if you want, I was going to leave Quatre here to wait for Wufei anyway. I could take him and leave you here."
"Stay back?" Duo muttered to himself. He still couldn't remember what he had been doing.
'You should stay back, you need the rest.'
'Stay back from what? I can't remember'
'The mission, you idiot. The mission'
'I can't stay back. Besides, it's just a cold. It will go away.'
'You couldn't even remember what you were doing. What if you blank out like that in the gundam? You would be more of a danger than a help.'
"I'm not staying back" Duo said aloud. "You guys need my help." Heero stood up and walked out.
"You have two hours. Then we leave." Duo stood up and went down to the kitchen to find some aspirin. He would be fine as soon as he got his damn headache to go away.
There was obviously something wrong with Duo. He had barely touched his soup, and he hadn't eaten since breakfast. If he didn't get something to eat, his brain would crash, and he wouldn't be able to make decisions.
'Why do you care?'
'Stop asking that. Duo is a tool for the mission. If he isn't in good condition, he is not useful. It's as simple as that.'
'He isn't a tool. You know that. You care for him…' Heero cut his thoughts short and looked at what he was doing on his laptop. There was an article about a new strain of virus that attacked the brain. Heero read it over and over again, looking for something, but he didn't know what. He got to the bottom, where it should state the cause.
"…the virus is not contagious, and we do not know what causes it at this time." Heero book-marked the page, knowing that it would be updated soon. When it was, he would be back to check it again. He didn't know why, but he felt that this virus was very important, and shouldn't be over looked.
To be continued…
Tsuru: That was it?
Melara: um… yeah. I sort of got caught writing fanfictions yesterday, and this was all I had. Because my friend is over, I'm allowed to go online, so I'm just going to post what I have.
Kat: But you're going over to my house! You can write more there!
Melara: *whispers harshly to Kat* Hush!
Tsuru: o.O Oh, I get it. You don't know what to write next…
Melara: Um… yeah, so what?
Tsuru: they aren't going to like that…
Kat: who?
Melara: the reviewers…
Kat: oh, I wouldn't know. Nobody ever reviews my stories… *sniffles*
Melara: You never put any up…
Kat: That's not the point!
Melara: fine. If you put some up, I'll send my readers to go read yours!
Kat: *blinks twice*
Melara: never mind
Kat: NVM!!! It's nvm!!!!
Melara: why do I need to use shorthand in mindless jabber? I thought the point was to extend the fic…
Kat: You never learn…
Melara: right. Um… where did Tsuru go?
Tsuru: Die flesh-eating zombies!!! DIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Kat: O.o
Melara: she's discovered Resident Evil: Code Veronica
Kat: Oh.
Naki: Die evil blips!!! DIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Kat: O.O
Melara: She's been playing demon attacks on the Atari.
Kat: what's an Atari?
Melara: an ancient video game system.
Tsuru: *puts game away* guns are evil. They run out of ammo. I'll stick with my sword, thank you.
Naki: #.# DIE EVIL BLIPS, DIIIEEE!!!!!
Melara: Review!!! Tell me what to do, because I have a feeling my muses won't be of any help!
Kat: No! you missed an opportunity to bug them with pathetic poetry!!!
Melara: And I think they would appreciate that.
Kat: *ignoring Melara* Review!!! Tell me what to do, because I have no clue!!! Mwa ha ha ha!!!!
Tsuru: o.O
Melara: O.O
Naki: #.# DIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!