Guess What?! A montage is a collage in sequential order ... Whatever. Somehow that wasn't the enlightening experience I thought it would be.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam win ... (ZZZZzzzZZZZ) (poked by someone random) Gundam Wing or anything else.
ehehehe I kinda messed up and forgot to save some changes so here is something slightly different.
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Heero stared around helplessly at the sight before him. He had waited 30 minutes at the rendezvous point and Duo hadn't shown. Heero sat down to think and remembered the man who'd been running away, or so he had thought. Having returned to the sight, he had found the man's torn body, far away from the base, there had been a shredded dark jacket, but it was impossible to tell whose it was. After searching for 2 ½ hours he had found a black cap, with a tiny scythe stitched in the band. Heero sighed, the man hadn't been running, he had been trying to bargain with him. The base for Duo's life. He felt his legs weaken under him. He had killed one of the few people able to get close to him, the only person able to break his shell and pull him out of perfect soldier mode. Heero had become close to the others and thought of them as brothers, but Duo had been something more to him. Something unexplainable, and he would never see Duo again to find an explanation. Reality sunk in and grief filled Heero's soul, leaving him defenseless for the first time in his life.
~Somewhere in a different time zone~
Quatre Rabarba (1) Winner woke with a start in the middle of the night. He had felt pain but it was brief, he knew it was Heero or Duo, but he couldn't tell for sure. He checked his clock, 3:30. He knew he couldn't sleep again without knowing what was happening. Getting up he went over in his head the information he had weaseled from Heero regarding his and Duo's mission. They were to monitor an Oz base for suspicious activity, if it proved hazardous to the Gundams and their pilots then they would infiltrate, steal their information, and destroy it. He didn't know the particulars, and thinking of nothing else to do he booted up his sleek gray labtop and e-mailed Heero. He waited momentarily for an answer, but receiving one he went downstairs to make tea. At 6:05 he heard footsteps and there appeared Trowa, he looked fully awake and ready for the day, always a morning person, he would go out and run to keep himself limber. He looked at Quatre in surprise, for Quatre never woke up this early unless he had to.
"Is something wrong?" Trowa's visible eye was worried and the eyebrow furrowed.
"Not that I can tell, awhile ago I felt something and curiosity kept me awake." Trowa nodded in understanding, they all knew that Quatre was an empath, and had learned to trust his feelings.
Trowa sat down, "Then I'll be curious with you," He got himself comfortable and Quatre got up to get Trowa some tea. Trowa looked up as the sound of ceramic shattering rang through the room. Quatre was shaking and swaying back and forth. Trowa stood and caught him before he sat in the shattered remnants of the teacup. He steered him towards their couch and sat him down. Quatre's mind was violently jerked around in a muddle of emotions, anger, guilt, grief ... love all swirled around in his mind, each one vainly trying to gain dominance. The feelings were so intense and his mind began to overload. Quatre's calm, logical part of his mind told him that he had to regain control or he would pass out. He firmly began to sort out each emotion and put it in its place. He couldn't rid himself of them entirely but he could at least make them bearable. When done, he opened his eyes to see Trowa and Wufei staring at him inworry. He smiled slightly, in reassurance and began to process the information. It was definitely Heero, and there could only be one reason for such grief. Tears began to pour down his cheek. In the back of his mind it clicked that guilt was mixed in with it and Quatre gasped when a horrible possibility occurred to him.
"Quatre, what is it?" Trowa asked gently not wanting to startle him.
"Heero," He croaked through his tears, "We need to find Heero,"
TBC
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1.) Umm... how do you spell his name Rabarba? I'm not sure so please don't kill me.
Poor Hee-chan and what about Duo? I will write more if you want me to. FOr those who sent me a description that will come in, it just may be a few chapters. Sorry about the cliffhangers but ... I wrote two chapters in one eveing, I think that is pretty good. (even if they are short)
Please Review and tell me what you think ... I'm still open for descriptions for add-ins, I need criticism along with ."please write more," I appreciate those but if you find anything wrong by all means make it known. :)
~Emily Hato, (remind me to tell you about Billy, my purple dog and my kleptomaniac of a ghost, Merry.")
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam win ... (ZZZZzzzZZZZ) (poked by someone random) Gundam Wing or anything else.
ehehehe I kinda messed up and forgot to save some changes so here is something slightly different.
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Heero stared around helplessly at the sight before him. He had waited 30 minutes at the rendezvous point and Duo hadn't shown. Heero sat down to think and remembered the man who'd been running away, or so he had thought. Having returned to the sight, he had found the man's torn body, far away from the base, there had been a shredded dark jacket, but it was impossible to tell whose it was. After searching for 2 ½ hours he had found a black cap, with a tiny scythe stitched in the band. Heero sighed, the man hadn't been running, he had been trying to bargain with him. The base for Duo's life. He felt his legs weaken under him. He had killed one of the few people able to get close to him, the only person able to break his shell and pull him out of perfect soldier mode. Heero had become close to the others and thought of them as brothers, but Duo had been something more to him. Something unexplainable, and he would never see Duo again to find an explanation. Reality sunk in and grief filled Heero's soul, leaving him defenseless for the first time in his life.
~Somewhere in a different time zone~
Quatre Rabarba (1) Winner woke with a start in the middle of the night. He had felt pain but it was brief, he knew it was Heero or Duo, but he couldn't tell for sure. He checked his clock, 3:30. He knew he couldn't sleep again without knowing what was happening. Getting up he went over in his head the information he had weaseled from Heero regarding his and Duo's mission. They were to monitor an Oz base for suspicious activity, if it proved hazardous to the Gundams and their pilots then they would infiltrate, steal their information, and destroy it. He didn't know the particulars, and thinking of nothing else to do he booted up his sleek gray labtop and e-mailed Heero. He waited momentarily for an answer, but receiving one he went downstairs to make tea. At 6:05 he heard footsteps and there appeared Trowa, he looked fully awake and ready for the day, always a morning person, he would go out and run to keep himself limber. He looked at Quatre in surprise, for Quatre never woke up this early unless he had to.
"Is something wrong?" Trowa's visible eye was worried and the eyebrow furrowed.
"Not that I can tell, awhile ago I felt something and curiosity kept me awake." Trowa nodded in understanding, they all knew that Quatre was an empath, and had learned to trust his feelings.
Trowa sat down, "Then I'll be curious with you," He got himself comfortable and Quatre got up to get Trowa some tea. Trowa looked up as the sound of ceramic shattering rang through the room. Quatre was shaking and swaying back and forth. Trowa stood and caught him before he sat in the shattered remnants of the teacup. He steered him towards their couch and sat him down. Quatre's mind was violently jerked around in a muddle of emotions, anger, guilt, grief ... love all swirled around in his mind, each one vainly trying to gain dominance. The feelings were so intense and his mind began to overload. Quatre's calm, logical part of his mind told him that he had to regain control or he would pass out. He firmly began to sort out each emotion and put it in its place. He couldn't rid himself of them entirely but he could at least make them bearable. When done, he opened his eyes to see Trowa and Wufei staring at him inworry. He smiled slightly, in reassurance and began to process the information. It was definitely Heero, and there could only be one reason for such grief. Tears began to pour down his cheek. In the back of his mind it clicked that guilt was mixed in with it and Quatre gasped when a horrible possibility occurred to him.
"Quatre, what is it?" Trowa asked gently not wanting to startle him.
"Heero," He croaked through his tears, "We need to find Heero,"
TBC
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1.) Umm... how do you spell his name Rabarba? I'm not sure so please don't kill me.
Poor Hee-chan and what about Duo? I will write more if you want me to. FOr those who sent me a description that will come in, it just may be a few chapters. Sorry about the cliffhangers but ... I wrote two chapters in one eveing, I think that is pretty good. (even if they are short)
Please Review and tell me what you think ... I'm still open for descriptions for add-ins, I need criticism along with ."please write more," I appreciate those but if you find anything wrong by all means make it known. :)
~Emily Hato, (remind me to tell you about Billy, my purple dog and my kleptomaniac of a ghost, Merry.")