I figured it out! If you make the text bigger it makes the story look longer! LEss pressure on poor worrying Emily to make longer chapters! (glares from all around) okay, bad Idea. It was wortha shot though ~.^* hahahaha
DISCLAIMER: I own Gundam WIng . . . in SPIRIT! :Glares at mob of protesters:: If I really owned them why would I be her writing about them? I would be able to make an episode out of my story, sheesh! Why is there so many sue-happy people out there. they are all crazy. Guess What!? huh, oh right . . . I DON"T OWN GUNDAM WING! I think everyone should share ownership of them . . . If I get DUO! then everyone else can split the rest ya know? "Here you can have Quatre's finger . . ."
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"ahem . . ."
His mind was blank, he had one goal left, one purpose, hide/ destroy the Gundams to protect the safety of the others. He had no reason to exist after that, he was sure, though he could no longer remember why. He climbed into the cockpit of Wing Zero and lifted Deathscythe Hell into the air. A small plane appeared on the horizon, Heero merely turned away. It no longer mattered if he was seen, as his existence would soon be wiped out as countless others before him. He drifted over a deserted field and thought that this would be a good place to destroy everything. Self-destructing in his Gundam alone hadn't done it but perhaps with the power of two, and no one here to pickup his pieces it would actually work this time.
Suddenly he wondered why he was blowing up Duo's Gundam as well. What if Duo needed it? He silently berated himself for his selfishness. Deathscythe meant a lot to Duo, 'And you don't?' He snorted in response to his self examination. He felt like there was something important he was forgetting and he wouldn't die til he knew what it was. Who knows how long he sat there and wondered, but he was broken out of his reverie but a muffled but familiar voice calling out to him. He opened the cockpit and looked out. There was Trowa, Wufei and most importantly Quatre. Heero had a feeling that what he was forgetting concerned them, so when Quatre called down for him to join them he did so with little hesitation. As he recovered from his jump he stood and examined them, 'Why are they here?' Quatre walked towards him, arms outstretched while he blinked in bewilderment. Trowa and Wufei moved in closer as well, surrounding him in brotherly support and affection. Suddenly and violently he remembered why he was preparing himself for death, why he was destroying Deathscythe along with Wing Zero. Duo couldn't be upset by it, he was no longer here. . . He turned back to his Gundam, intending to continue with his plan, but was stopped by a set of firm hands on each shoulder.
"Heero," Quatre said gently. "We need to go home," Heero turned at him blankly. "We need to talk at home,"
"It's not home anymore," No emotion was heard in his ever stony voice, but one lone tear traced a path down his perfectly rounded cheek. Quatre looked taken aback and slightly hurt, but his face filled with understanding. He reached up and wiped away the rogue tear and smoothly put his arm around Heero's shoulder (a/n for all you sickos out there they are only friends, boys love other guys like brothers and that is what that was, golly)
"Come on Heero, we are going home, now." He was firm and Heero, being the emotional wreck he was, put up little argument. "Trowa will you fly the Gundams back with us?" Heero looked up sharply but since he had used Heavyarms it was only fair that Trowa be allowed to fly Zero, ONCE. He allowed Quatre to carry most of his weight as Wufei ran back to the ship to get it started; it was obvious he felt awkward and didn't know how to act. Slowly they boarded the plane, with Wing Zero and Deathscythe behind them.
~Kari and Serei's apartment~
Duo awoke feeling drained and chilled. His shirt had come off during the course of the night. Glancing around he saw that it was still dark out, he shivered while noticing how sweaty he was. "I'm a living oxymoron,' he grinned at his own joke and stood. His head was pounding too much to allow him to sleep, so he decided to check his email again. The security had been changed, causing Duo to frown. 'Why would they change it again?' He thought about investigating but decided he could do that after he talked to Heero. There was no response yet. He glanced at a clock and nearly choked. It was earlier than the last time he had been awake, meaning it had been nearly twenty four hours. There must be something seriously wrong if Heero hadn't written back yet. Glancing around he saw Kari in the bed and went to wake her up.
"Huh? Wazzamata?" Her eyes opened slightly and without focus. She blinked owlishly for a moment then sat up, "What are you doing up? You promised to stay in bed." She frowned sternly, while Duo looked perplexed. He remembered no such promise, but that was not important right now.
"Kari, I need to go," Her frown deepened.
"No, you have been in a fever for nearly a day and it doesn't seem to have passed, you need rest." Her voice held authority and boded ill for any who argued. Duo did.
"I have to go now, it's important!"
"I already told you no. You've been delusional. I bet you don't even remember any of our conversations yesterday." Duo blinked she had a point, he didn't. Seeing arguing wouldn't work he tried another tactic. Submission.
"Fine," He hung his head in defeat. "I'll go back to the couch," Kari followed him and grabbed a blanket to keep him warm. "Thanks," he mumbled. She turned to go but he grabbed her wrist. "Don't leave me alone," He turned on his puppy dog eyes and she sat down again. She rested her head back as if to sleep but he kept talking.
"What did I say yesterday?"
"You told me how you could hook me up with some friends of yours, then you told me that I looked like a teletubbie, and seconds later asked if I was an angel." Kari's mouth twitched at the memory.
"Anything else?" Duo asked nonchalantly.
"Quite a bit, but's it probably better you didn't know," Duo grinned at her tone and leaned his head back.
"This place is nice," Kari looked mildly pleased. "Where is it?"
"It's just outside of Boise, Idaho." Her voice held a note of affection and Duo grinned at her fondness of her home. He allowed a brief moment of jealousy before leaning back and closing his eyes. Kari followed suit and soon light snores were emanating from her. Silently, Duo stood up and tiptoed to Kari's bedroom. Quickly he booked a ticket on the next flight to the nearest city by their current safehouse. He walked back and saw a battered purse with scorch marks on it, he dug through it and found eighty dollars, he took it all but planned to pay back every penny when he could. As he crept out the door, shirt once again on, he whispered:
"Domo Arigatoo Gozaimasu," He would of swore he heard a response as he slipped out of the apartment.
He took the elevator down and then pushed open the door. He slowly began towards the bus stop. He had been waiting there for 15 minutes when a sound alerted him to the presence of a stranger. Turning sharply he saw Kari, running towards him in a bathrobe.
"Where do you think you're going?" For a moment Duo was worried she knew about the money, but decided she would say something if he did, so he played it innocent.
"I'm going home," he said stalwartly. She glared.
"You're ill and injured! You need to rest!" He heard a bus come lumbering around the corner and stood. "Who do you think you are? GOD?!?" Her normally low voice raised an octave.
Duo grinned as he climbed on the bus, "Only the God of Death," The bus driver took off quickly, leaving a very perplexed unemployed janitor with her jaw hanging open. As he rode off a quiet reply came from a black-haired, blue eyed girl.
"Doitashimashite"
~Elsewhere . . . again (a/n It's more than one place so I just thought I'd ya kno leave it at that)~
Duo settled in on the plane, he was exhausted. His body screamed in pain, his head was pounding and he felt like he was in a furnace. He asked the man next to him to wake him when the flight arrived. He settled in and allowed his dreams to take over . . .
When he awoke, there was a very concerned stewardess leaning over him.
"Sir are you alright?" Her pretty face was contorted with fear and worry. Duo blearily focused his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was still on the plane, but for him and the stewardess, it was empty.
'Baka must've forgotten to wake me up,' he thought sensibly. He stood up and grinned rakishly. "I'm a very heavy sleeper, no worries." As he walked off the plane, dizziness assailed him and he grabbed a passing flight attendant. At the questioning glance he received, he mentioned something about air sickness and rushed off. He only had his carry on, so he immediately went out to catch a bus. He checked his pockets for some change and found none. Swearing violently he backed off apologizing. Someone must've pinched his pilfered cash while he was dreaming. Sighing heavily, he decided he would have to walk. It was 3-4 miles as the crow flies so it would take him half a day to get there in his condition, if he could make it at all. Not able to think of any alternatives, he pocketed a map and set off doggedly down the street.
TBC
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Hehehehe. I'll get more out eventually. I've gotta go draw some manga for Japanese adn then study for English and do my Alg. II homeowrk and . . .
ANyway! Please Review! I won't care if you tell me my story sucks and that I should be taken out and shot. I understand. Here is something I found
"There are three infallible ways of pleasing an author, and the three form a rising scale of compliment: 1--to tell him you have read one of his books; 2--to tell him you have read all of his books; 3--to ask him to let you read the manuscript of his forthcoming book. No. 1 admits you to his respect; No. 2 admits you to his admiration; No. 3 carries you clear into his heart."
~Mark Twain
So as you all digest that thought please reivew!
DISCLAIMER: I own Gundam WIng . . . in SPIRIT! :Glares at mob of protesters:: If I really owned them why would I be her writing about them? I would be able to make an episode out of my story, sheesh! Why is there so many sue-happy people out there. they are all crazy. Guess What!? huh, oh right . . . I DON"T OWN GUNDAM WING! I think everyone should share ownership of them . . . If I get DUO! then everyone else can split the rest ya know? "Here you can have Quatre's finger . . ."
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"ahem . . ."
His mind was blank, he had one goal left, one purpose, hide/ destroy the Gundams to protect the safety of the others. He had no reason to exist after that, he was sure, though he could no longer remember why. He climbed into the cockpit of Wing Zero and lifted Deathscythe Hell into the air. A small plane appeared on the horizon, Heero merely turned away. It no longer mattered if he was seen, as his existence would soon be wiped out as countless others before him. He drifted over a deserted field and thought that this would be a good place to destroy everything. Self-destructing in his Gundam alone hadn't done it but perhaps with the power of two, and no one here to pickup his pieces it would actually work this time.
Suddenly he wondered why he was blowing up Duo's Gundam as well. What if Duo needed it? He silently berated himself for his selfishness. Deathscythe meant a lot to Duo, 'And you don't?' He snorted in response to his self examination. He felt like there was something important he was forgetting and he wouldn't die til he knew what it was. Who knows how long he sat there and wondered, but he was broken out of his reverie but a muffled but familiar voice calling out to him. He opened the cockpit and looked out. There was Trowa, Wufei and most importantly Quatre. Heero had a feeling that what he was forgetting concerned them, so when Quatre called down for him to join them he did so with little hesitation. As he recovered from his jump he stood and examined them, 'Why are they here?' Quatre walked towards him, arms outstretched while he blinked in bewilderment. Trowa and Wufei moved in closer as well, surrounding him in brotherly support and affection. Suddenly and violently he remembered why he was preparing himself for death, why he was destroying Deathscythe along with Wing Zero. Duo couldn't be upset by it, he was no longer here. . . He turned back to his Gundam, intending to continue with his plan, but was stopped by a set of firm hands on each shoulder.
"Heero," Quatre said gently. "We need to go home," Heero turned at him blankly. "We need to talk at home,"
"It's not home anymore," No emotion was heard in his ever stony voice, but one lone tear traced a path down his perfectly rounded cheek. Quatre looked taken aback and slightly hurt, but his face filled with understanding. He reached up and wiped away the rogue tear and smoothly put his arm around Heero's shoulder (a/n for all you sickos out there they are only friends, boys love other guys like brothers and that is what that was, golly)
"Come on Heero, we are going home, now." He was firm and Heero, being the emotional wreck he was, put up little argument. "Trowa will you fly the Gundams back with us?" Heero looked up sharply but since he had used Heavyarms it was only fair that Trowa be allowed to fly Zero, ONCE. He allowed Quatre to carry most of his weight as Wufei ran back to the ship to get it started; it was obvious he felt awkward and didn't know how to act. Slowly they boarded the plane, with Wing Zero and Deathscythe behind them.
~Kari and Serei's apartment~
Duo awoke feeling drained and chilled. His shirt had come off during the course of the night. Glancing around he saw that it was still dark out, he shivered while noticing how sweaty he was. "I'm a living oxymoron,' he grinned at his own joke and stood. His head was pounding too much to allow him to sleep, so he decided to check his email again. The security had been changed, causing Duo to frown. 'Why would they change it again?' He thought about investigating but decided he could do that after he talked to Heero. There was no response yet. He glanced at a clock and nearly choked. It was earlier than the last time he had been awake, meaning it had been nearly twenty four hours. There must be something seriously wrong if Heero hadn't written back yet. Glancing around he saw Kari in the bed and went to wake her up.
"Huh? Wazzamata?" Her eyes opened slightly and without focus. She blinked owlishly for a moment then sat up, "What are you doing up? You promised to stay in bed." She frowned sternly, while Duo looked perplexed. He remembered no such promise, but that was not important right now.
"Kari, I need to go," Her frown deepened.
"No, you have been in a fever for nearly a day and it doesn't seem to have passed, you need rest." Her voice held authority and boded ill for any who argued. Duo did.
"I have to go now, it's important!"
"I already told you no. You've been delusional. I bet you don't even remember any of our conversations yesterday." Duo blinked she had a point, he didn't. Seeing arguing wouldn't work he tried another tactic. Submission.
"Fine," He hung his head in defeat. "I'll go back to the couch," Kari followed him and grabbed a blanket to keep him warm. "Thanks," he mumbled. She turned to go but he grabbed her wrist. "Don't leave me alone," He turned on his puppy dog eyes and she sat down again. She rested her head back as if to sleep but he kept talking.
"What did I say yesterday?"
"You told me how you could hook me up with some friends of yours, then you told me that I looked like a teletubbie, and seconds later asked if I was an angel." Kari's mouth twitched at the memory.
"Anything else?" Duo asked nonchalantly.
"Quite a bit, but's it probably better you didn't know," Duo grinned at her tone and leaned his head back.
"This place is nice," Kari looked mildly pleased. "Where is it?"
"It's just outside of Boise, Idaho." Her voice held a note of affection and Duo grinned at her fondness of her home. He allowed a brief moment of jealousy before leaning back and closing his eyes. Kari followed suit and soon light snores were emanating from her. Silently, Duo stood up and tiptoed to Kari's bedroom. Quickly he booked a ticket on the next flight to the nearest city by their current safehouse. He walked back and saw a battered purse with scorch marks on it, he dug through it and found eighty dollars, he took it all but planned to pay back every penny when he could. As he crept out the door, shirt once again on, he whispered:
"Domo Arigatoo Gozaimasu," He would of swore he heard a response as he slipped out of the apartment.
He took the elevator down and then pushed open the door. He slowly began towards the bus stop. He had been waiting there for 15 minutes when a sound alerted him to the presence of a stranger. Turning sharply he saw Kari, running towards him in a bathrobe.
"Where do you think you're going?" For a moment Duo was worried she knew about the money, but decided she would say something if he did, so he played it innocent.
"I'm going home," he said stalwartly. She glared.
"You're ill and injured! You need to rest!" He heard a bus come lumbering around the corner and stood. "Who do you think you are? GOD?!?" Her normally low voice raised an octave.
Duo grinned as he climbed on the bus, "Only the God of Death," The bus driver took off quickly, leaving a very perplexed unemployed janitor with her jaw hanging open. As he rode off a quiet reply came from a black-haired, blue eyed girl.
"Doitashimashite"
~Elsewhere . . . again (a/n It's more than one place so I just thought I'd ya kno leave it at that)~
Duo settled in on the plane, he was exhausted. His body screamed in pain, his head was pounding and he felt like he was in a furnace. He asked the man next to him to wake him when the flight arrived. He settled in and allowed his dreams to take over . . .
When he awoke, there was a very concerned stewardess leaning over him.
"Sir are you alright?" Her pretty face was contorted with fear and worry. Duo blearily focused his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was still on the plane, but for him and the stewardess, it was empty.
'Baka must've forgotten to wake me up,' he thought sensibly. He stood up and grinned rakishly. "I'm a very heavy sleeper, no worries." As he walked off the plane, dizziness assailed him and he grabbed a passing flight attendant. At the questioning glance he received, he mentioned something about air sickness and rushed off. He only had his carry on, so he immediately went out to catch a bus. He checked his pockets for some change and found none. Swearing violently he backed off apologizing. Someone must've pinched his pilfered cash while he was dreaming. Sighing heavily, he decided he would have to walk. It was 3-4 miles as the crow flies so it would take him half a day to get there in his condition, if he could make it at all. Not able to think of any alternatives, he pocketed a map and set off doggedly down the street.
TBC
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Hehehehe. I'll get more out eventually. I've gotta go draw some manga for Japanese adn then study for English and do my Alg. II homeowrk and . . .
ANyway! Please Review! I won't care if you tell me my story sucks and that I should be taken out and shot. I understand. Here is something I found
"There are three infallible ways of pleasing an author, and the three form a rising scale of compliment: 1--to tell him you have read one of his books; 2--to tell him you have read all of his books; 3--to ask him to let you read the manuscript of his forthcoming book. No. 1 admits you to his respect; No. 2 admits you to his admiration; No. 3 carries you clear into his heart."
~Mark Twain
So as you all digest that thought please reivew!