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Date: 5/1/2003 5:16:16 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: PixelPixie05
To: LilAzn586
This is dedicated to all the fan fiction and hentai that I have read over my year as a Gundam Wing fan in which I have laughed at, bantered, etc-d the work. For all those authors, now you have something of mine to ridicule.
Enjoy, for now the universe is at peace.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I know who does. But, if I did, I'd BUY the titles so I DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE THIS!!!
All originals characters, settings, and situations are copyrighted and owned by me, so please don't steal them!!! Thank you ^-^
Author: A. Mused
Title: This 1920 NeverLand
Warnings: A little bit of beginning confusion; original characters; dream sequences; politics - both internal and external; bisexuality (yet no yaoi…is this blasphemy?); pasts of certain characters; little profanity - not too much to be a bother;
Pairings: none presently (wow. can you believe it? we could do the implied ones…lets!)
HY+RD, DM+HS, TB+OC, QRW+OC, CW+OC, CB+OC
Point Of View: Chang Wufei
005: Four
"Nice move." Sally told me with a questionable grin. I had just ended our chess game by abducting her king.
"If you were tired of playing you should have told me." I replied. I had adequate proof to make such a statement. She had put her king right in my way. I didn't appreciate her lack of enthusiasm.
I had moved into my new apartment just that morning. Without much electricity at the moment, Sally (who insisted on helping me pack and move - and I didn't need the help) and I had resorted to a four-hour-kerosene-lamplight chess tournament. I was currently unbeatable, while her determination and optimism kept her coming back for more. And now, since the game had become sickeningly repetitive (for her, at least), Sally showed no signs of denying my statement or any interest in a rematch.
"Do you want to go out for dinner?" she asked.
"No."
"Are you even going to eat tonight?"
"Yes."
"By what means?" She asked playfully.
"I'm going to make myself something after you leave, which I hope is to be in the near future." I said honestly, not that I didn't enjoy her ever-annoying company.
She sighed.
"Why did you move all the way out here?" She asked as I noticed she had adverted her gaze to a bay window.
"Because I'm debating quitting Preventers." I said the fiftieth.
"But why?" she asked for me for the fiftieth time, picking herself back up into a sitting position. She leaned into my face, trying to stare down my concrete exterior with her endless, heaven blue eyes. She didn't leave much room between us, and that made me very aware of the rise and fall of my chest along with the stoic and calculated drumming of my heart.
I did wonder for one brief moment if she could hear these things as I did.
"You've got a respected position, a comfortable salary, and a promotion so close you could taste it! Why would anyone want to leave that?" she boldly inquired, her eyes darting, trying to catch my reason.
There was something about the space between us that made my muscles lock up to the point where they ached for movement. I had stopped blinking altogether and my breathing was getting so deep it was becoming hypnotic. Heaven in those eyes. A perfect white cloud surrounded a tunnel of endless blue. Blue. It's the only color you can drown in and know you're drowning. I had the choice to put more space between us, or deplete that space altogether. And what choice was that to make?
Either way, I couldn't stand sitting still and being in such lovely agony.
I leaned closer to her, killing the separation as I almost held her lips in mine. I couldn't feel them and that in itself presented a new kind of pain that transfixed and injured me. My eyelids closed together as my pupils slipped down her form and I felt my eyelashes weave together and apart. I could feel everything about and part of her and yet air glided between us. My hands were supporting myself and I felt the wooden floor. I closed my eyes and in my mind's eye it wasn't the floor that was beneath me. Soft and firm, forever binding and alluring me. Skin. Warm and living. Jumping, dancing at the beating thrashing pounding of the pulse of the unconquerable heart. Her heart. I reopened my eyes to find her eyes closed. She'd leaned farther in and now her pink lips lay on mine, hardly meeting, still touching. When you can taste someone's breath and know you have no better satisfaction than having such a sweet air inside your own lungs, inside you...you feel something deeper. Deeper than skin, deeper than desire, deeper and deeper. It's not longing of the flesh that keeps you anymore, it's something fleeting and difficult to describe. Like the flicker of metallic water at the bottom of well, you recognize it and long to know it's texture in your hands, in your mouth, down in your throat. But it's not the water that's really pulling you down. It's something in the water, below the surface. And when the fear is torn away like muscle from bone you know you'd risk falling down that well, falling for love and to Death, if not for the second time...
"And what good does all that do me?" I nearly growled at her as I pushed away from her and stood.
There was an alleviation from those eyes, the fixation gone and I held to that freedom, however brief. I used that moment stare at her, into her.
There was fear in Heaven. Her eyes were alert, afraid, and bright. I had regained control and intended not to lose it again.
"You've overstayed your welcome." I said, something stronger than conviction in my voice. Authority, supremacy. The control was returning my strength and stealing hers.
She stood and looked at me quickly, then walked sharply to the door. Her head down to the floor, her shoes echoing her retreat, her shoulders stark and straight. She had been defeated and her taste for victory made her modestly indignant.
The relief was strange. Some of it was bitter, it wanted me to give in. The rest was proud as I had once again dominated my emotions. But I still knew it wasn't all right. It was flawed to subjugate what was human, what was your most primeval form. It was all flawed.
I am weak. I am weak because I fight. I am weak because I give in.
I heard the door open, but it was not closed. Sally did not pass through it. She stood there, back to me, opening her cell phone and cradling it to her ear.
"Water [1], here." she said into the phone. She had crushed her disappointment and strengthened her certainty in the right thing. Something I'd never be able to do.
After a few seconds, Sally was swiftly returning to the room where I now stood over and open box, pulling out various appliances.
"There's been a development," she said breathlessly, "we need to get back to the office."
"What is it?" I asked.
She cracked an odd-sort of smile.
"Fan-mail from Hell."
______________________________________
"I sent the scans to the office just five seconds ago." Une snarled into the phone. She had difficultly dealing with upstart interns, especially at the main office. She was used to military discipline and the environment she had been given did not hold the same circumstances as the one she left behind.
"You two certainly took your time," she said sarcastically as she hung up the phone and turned to us. Sally and I were occupying chairs in front of Une's desk. Une been in charge of Preventers for the past five years and we were her best team.
"So what have we got?" I asked Une in an all business manner.
"I've got something to show you - hold on." Une said.
She turned her swivel chair and made her way over to a safe in the corner.
"A package arrived over about two hours ago. I would have called then, but the inspectors were searching it and I thought it would be unfair to tell you to get over here and just wait." She turned the dial on the safe a few times then opened the door and removed some papers that appeared to be plans.
"It was addressed 'To Preventers, From Akuma Jalh with Love.'" Une said as she walked back over and threw the papers down on her desk then leaning on the side of the desk with her arms crossed.
"You remember the 'milk' mystery?"
"How Akuma did some repetitive artwork with Keel's vital fluids on the walls of his office?" Sally asked rather acerbically. She had told me how awful she thought the entire thing was - how Akuma tortured people and such.
He was just another prodigy psycho to me.
"Right. As you see there, Akuma apparently had several members of his cult had applied for crop-dusting licenses over several key pastures. Therefore, he can poison the fields, poison the cows, - "
"Poison the milk." Sally finished.
"Exactly." Une replied with a nod. "And to protect the people, the ESUN has given an order to cease all milk production, even though there has been no victims so far."
"But isn't it kind of useless to poison milk? Wouldn't it be better to poison the water reserves?" Sally asked.
"Akuma's always been a little off. This didn't really surprise anyone. We've got several renowned criminal psychologists working on his habits, trying to figure out where he's going. They've told us this may just be how he's testing his limits." Une replied.
"What about the milk? How is it being disposed of?" I asked. "You can't just stop milking cows - too many will die."
"I had no ide you would be so concerned." Une said too sarcastically for my taste. "The milk is being sent to labs for testing, then disposed of there. I didn't think any further information was necessary."
"What're these?" Sally asked, holding up some large blue papers.
I took the papers from her.
My heart literally stopped. I stopped breathing.
"Gundam designs." I said softly.
"Worse." Une said. "This is bad. Really, really bad. These MSs aren't made of gundanium. During the last war, Akuma's operatives were out in space mining Byzantium."
"That's impossible!" Sally shouted as she stood, nearly knocking over her chair. "And we're ok that he's mass producing indestructible suits?"
"Byzantium is not indestructible. However, it does takes no less than 72 hours to make a dent in the metal with a laser. It's not indestructible, just really, really hard to destroy. And it's only ever been found on asteroids, so mining it is pretty damn difficult." Une stated factually.
"It doesn't look like he'd mass produce these. The design in itself is supremely difficult. It'd take years just to build one of these suits." I said quietly, my eyes rolling over the prints again and again, appalled at the very detail of the suits. "Byzantium, while rare, could make a suit by using an alloy. And I trust he is using an alloy," I looked up at Une, who promptly nodded. "There are only four designs here." I said returning my eyes to the prints.
"He calls them his 'Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.' Kind of fitting, don't you think?" Une joked.
"Even if he builds them, he couldn't operate them." I stated.
"What? Why?" Une asked.
"Each suit has a different power source that would be impossible to use without some kind of storage facility, which all of these suits lack. This one looks to be run on a water source, this one on some kind of air flow, another on heat, and this last one I don't understand. It's set up like the hydraulic suit, but it's meant for something heavier. And each suit has a separate passenger compartment that's connected to the power source, which is odd. The person in the compartment would be killed by the power diverted into the suit."
Since this was such a quandary, silence ruled over the room for quite a few seconds before Sally spoke up.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Everyone's looking for Akuma's base of operations and besides that, we've been arming ourselves for the worst."
"I don't see what this has to do with calling us in." Sally murmured as she retook her seat.
"I wanted Chang's opinions on the suit designs. Just to be sure these blueprints are truly authentic. Anyway, to less-than priority business.
"As you both know, there's been a guerilla rebellion in Asia that's made several officials a little more than uncomfortable. In any case, the private government forces from that region have finally got some control and fighting has ceased. The guerillas, however, want an actual Preventer agent for negotiations."
"So we're being sent to Asia?" Sally inquired.
"Unfortunately, no. It would be unwise, in this time, to risk two lives. I need you here, Po. I need a good doctor here on hand at headquarters. As for Chang, I'm sending you down to Asia on a flight in the morning."
I turned and looked at Sally. She looked torn.
"Besides," Une continued whilst staring down at me, "I take it you're already packed."
I nodded.
"Then it's settled. Check with Anna [2] to finalize you're flight arrangements. You'll be leaving in a few hours."
______________________________________
"I don't like this. I don't like this at all." Sally said. We were sitting in my car in front of her apartment.
I sighed.
"I'll be back in just a few days." I told her, staring out into the street.
She didn't say anything as she got out of the car and slammed the door.
I sighed again - this time in desperation.
I slammed the door to the car as I followed her up the steps to her front door.
"What's wrong with you?" I said as I forcibly turned her around to face me by grabbing her left arm.
"God! You really have no idea, do you?" She shouted at me.
"Then why don't you tell me so I can have the idea?!" I shouted right back.
She shook her arm from my already loose grip.
"Just go! I really don't care!"
She turned and ran up the rest of the stairs to the door, which she also slammed.
I just stood there in awe. I couldn't believe that any of this was really happening. I saw tears in her eyes.
I felt frustrated. Frustrated at what my life had become. Frustrated at where it was going. Frustrated that I just couldn't be happy.
I have to get out of this.
______________________________________
Authors Note: WHEEE! ALL DONE! BE PROUD!
Yes, I know this was slightly sad (*weep* it IS sad!) and took forever to arrive, but I promise to be better about updating.
Now for notesies!
[1] Water - this is Sally's codename inside Preventers, in case you had no idea.
[2] Anna - Une's assistant
Date: 5/1/2003 5:16:16 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: PixelPixie05
To: LilAzn586
This is dedicated to all the fan fiction and hentai that I have read over my year as a Gundam Wing fan in which I have laughed at, bantered, etc-d the work. For all those authors, now you have something of mine to ridicule.
Enjoy, for now the universe is at peace.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I know who does. But, if I did, I'd BUY the titles so I DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE THIS!!!
All originals characters, settings, and situations are copyrighted and owned by me, so please don't steal them!!! Thank you ^-^
Author: A. Mused
Title: This 1920 NeverLand
Warnings: A little bit of beginning confusion; original characters; dream sequences; politics - both internal and external; bisexuality (yet no yaoi…is this blasphemy?); pasts of certain characters; little profanity - not too much to be a bother;
Pairings: none presently (wow. can you believe it? we could do the implied ones…lets!)
HY+RD, DM+HS, TB+OC, QRW+OC, CW+OC, CB+OC
Point Of View: Chang Wufei
005: Four
"Nice move." Sally told me with a questionable grin. I had just ended our chess game by abducting her king.
"If you were tired of playing you should have told me." I replied. I had adequate proof to make such a statement. She had put her king right in my way. I didn't appreciate her lack of enthusiasm.
I had moved into my new apartment just that morning. Without much electricity at the moment, Sally (who insisted on helping me pack and move - and I didn't need the help) and I had resorted to a four-hour-kerosene-lamplight chess tournament. I was currently unbeatable, while her determination and optimism kept her coming back for more. And now, since the game had become sickeningly repetitive (for her, at least), Sally showed no signs of denying my statement or any interest in a rematch.
"Do you want to go out for dinner?" she asked.
"No."
"Are you even going to eat tonight?"
"Yes."
"By what means?" She asked playfully.
"I'm going to make myself something after you leave, which I hope is to be in the near future." I said honestly, not that I didn't enjoy her ever-annoying company.
She sighed.
"Why did you move all the way out here?" She asked as I noticed she had adverted her gaze to a bay window.
"Because I'm debating quitting Preventers." I said the fiftieth.
"But why?" she asked for me for the fiftieth time, picking herself back up into a sitting position. She leaned into my face, trying to stare down my concrete exterior with her endless, heaven blue eyes. She didn't leave much room between us, and that made me very aware of the rise and fall of my chest along with the stoic and calculated drumming of my heart.
I did wonder for one brief moment if she could hear these things as I did.
"You've got a respected position, a comfortable salary, and a promotion so close you could taste it! Why would anyone want to leave that?" she boldly inquired, her eyes darting, trying to catch my reason.
There was something about the space between us that made my muscles lock up to the point where they ached for movement. I had stopped blinking altogether and my breathing was getting so deep it was becoming hypnotic. Heaven in those eyes. A perfect white cloud surrounded a tunnel of endless blue. Blue. It's the only color you can drown in and know you're drowning. I had the choice to put more space between us, or deplete that space altogether. And what choice was that to make?
Either way, I couldn't stand sitting still and being in such lovely agony.
I leaned closer to her, killing the separation as I almost held her lips in mine. I couldn't feel them and that in itself presented a new kind of pain that transfixed and injured me. My eyelids closed together as my pupils slipped down her form and I felt my eyelashes weave together and apart. I could feel everything about and part of her and yet air glided between us. My hands were supporting myself and I felt the wooden floor. I closed my eyes and in my mind's eye it wasn't the floor that was beneath me. Soft and firm, forever binding and alluring me. Skin. Warm and living. Jumping, dancing at the beating thrashing pounding of the pulse of the unconquerable heart. Her heart. I reopened my eyes to find her eyes closed. She'd leaned farther in and now her pink lips lay on mine, hardly meeting, still touching. When you can taste someone's breath and know you have no better satisfaction than having such a sweet air inside your own lungs, inside you...you feel something deeper. Deeper than skin, deeper than desire, deeper and deeper. It's not longing of the flesh that keeps you anymore, it's something fleeting and difficult to describe. Like the flicker of metallic water at the bottom of well, you recognize it and long to know it's texture in your hands, in your mouth, down in your throat. But it's not the water that's really pulling you down. It's something in the water, below the surface. And when the fear is torn away like muscle from bone you know you'd risk falling down that well, falling for love and to Death, if not for the second time...
"And what good does all that do me?" I nearly growled at her as I pushed away from her and stood.
There was an alleviation from those eyes, the fixation gone and I held to that freedom, however brief. I used that moment stare at her, into her.
There was fear in Heaven. Her eyes were alert, afraid, and bright. I had regained control and intended not to lose it again.
"You've overstayed your welcome." I said, something stronger than conviction in my voice. Authority, supremacy. The control was returning my strength and stealing hers.
She stood and looked at me quickly, then walked sharply to the door. Her head down to the floor, her shoes echoing her retreat, her shoulders stark and straight. She had been defeated and her taste for victory made her modestly indignant.
The relief was strange. Some of it was bitter, it wanted me to give in. The rest was proud as I had once again dominated my emotions. But I still knew it wasn't all right. It was flawed to subjugate what was human, what was your most primeval form. It was all flawed.
I am weak. I am weak because I fight. I am weak because I give in.
I heard the door open, but it was not closed. Sally did not pass through it. She stood there, back to me, opening her cell phone and cradling it to her ear.
"Water [1], here." she said into the phone. She had crushed her disappointment and strengthened her certainty in the right thing. Something I'd never be able to do.
After a few seconds, Sally was swiftly returning to the room where I now stood over and open box, pulling out various appliances.
"There's been a development," she said breathlessly, "we need to get back to the office."
"What is it?" I asked.
She cracked an odd-sort of smile.
"Fan-mail from Hell."
______________________________________
"I sent the scans to the office just five seconds ago." Une snarled into the phone. She had difficultly dealing with upstart interns, especially at the main office. She was used to military discipline and the environment she had been given did not hold the same circumstances as the one she left behind.
"You two certainly took your time," she said sarcastically as she hung up the phone and turned to us. Sally and I were occupying chairs in front of Une's desk. Une been in charge of Preventers for the past five years and we were her best team.
"So what have we got?" I asked Une in an all business manner.
"I've got something to show you - hold on." Une said.
She turned her swivel chair and made her way over to a safe in the corner.
"A package arrived over about two hours ago. I would have called then, but the inspectors were searching it and I thought it would be unfair to tell you to get over here and just wait." She turned the dial on the safe a few times then opened the door and removed some papers that appeared to be plans.
"It was addressed 'To Preventers, From Akuma Jalh with Love.'" Une said as she walked back over and threw the papers down on her desk then leaning on the side of the desk with her arms crossed.
"You remember the 'milk' mystery?"
"How Akuma did some repetitive artwork with Keel's vital fluids on the walls of his office?" Sally asked rather acerbically. She had told me how awful she thought the entire thing was - how Akuma tortured people and such.
He was just another prodigy psycho to me.
"Right. As you see there, Akuma apparently had several members of his cult had applied for crop-dusting licenses over several key pastures. Therefore, he can poison the fields, poison the cows, - "
"Poison the milk." Sally finished.
"Exactly." Une replied with a nod. "And to protect the people, the ESUN has given an order to cease all milk production, even though there has been no victims so far."
"But isn't it kind of useless to poison milk? Wouldn't it be better to poison the water reserves?" Sally asked.
"Akuma's always been a little off. This didn't really surprise anyone. We've got several renowned criminal psychologists working on his habits, trying to figure out where he's going. They've told us this may just be how he's testing his limits." Une replied.
"What about the milk? How is it being disposed of?" I asked. "You can't just stop milking cows - too many will die."
"I had no ide you would be so concerned." Une said too sarcastically for my taste. "The milk is being sent to labs for testing, then disposed of there. I didn't think any further information was necessary."
"What're these?" Sally asked, holding up some large blue papers.
I took the papers from her.
My heart literally stopped. I stopped breathing.
"Gundam designs." I said softly.
"Worse." Une said. "This is bad. Really, really bad. These MSs aren't made of gundanium. During the last war, Akuma's operatives were out in space mining Byzantium."
"That's impossible!" Sally shouted as she stood, nearly knocking over her chair. "And we're ok that he's mass producing indestructible suits?"
"Byzantium is not indestructible. However, it does takes no less than 72 hours to make a dent in the metal with a laser. It's not indestructible, just really, really hard to destroy. And it's only ever been found on asteroids, so mining it is pretty damn difficult." Une stated factually.
"It doesn't look like he'd mass produce these. The design in itself is supremely difficult. It'd take years just to build one of these suits." I said quietly, my eyes rolling over the prints again and again, appalled at the very detail of the suits. "Byzantium, while rare, could make a suit by using an alloy. And I trust he is using an alloy," I looked up at Une, who promptly nodded. "There are only four designs here." I said returning my eyes to the prints.
"He calls them his 'Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.' Kind of fitting, don't you think?" Une joked.
"Even if he builds them, he couldn't operate them." I stated.
"What? Why?" Une asked.
"Each suit has a different power source that would be impossible to use without some kind of storage facility, which all of these suits lack. This one looks to be run on a water source, this one on some kind of air flow, another on heat, and this last one I don't understand. It's set up like the hydraulic suit, but it's meant for something heavier. And each suit has a separate passenger compartment that's connected to the power source, which is odd. The person in the compartment would be killed by the power diverted into the suit."
Since this was such a quandary, silence ruled over the room for quite a few seconds before Sally spoke up.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Everyone's looking for Akuma's base of operations and besides that, we've been arming ourselves for the worst."
"I don't see what this has to do with calling us in." Sally murmured as she retook her seat.
"I wanted Chang's opinions on the suit designs. Just to be sure these blueprints are truly authentic. Anyway, to less-than priority business.
"As you both know, there's been a guerilla rebellion in Asia that's made several officials a little more than uncomfortable. In any case, the private government forces from that region have finally got some control and fighting has ceased. The guerillas, however, want an actual Preventer agent for negotiations."
"So we're being sent to Asia?" Sally inquired.
"Unfortunately, no. It would be unwise, in this time, to risk two lives. I need you here, Po. I need a good doctor here on hand at headquarters. As for Chang, I'm sending you down to Asia on a flight in the morning."
I turned and looked at Sally. She looked torn.
"Besides," Une continued whilst staring down at me, "I take it you're already packed."
I nodded.
"Then it's settled. Check with Anna [2] to finalize you're flight arrangements. You'll be leaving in a few hours."
______________________________________
"I don't like this. I don't like this at all." Sally said. We were sitting in my car in front of her apartment.
I sighed.
"I'll be back in just a few days." I told her, staring out into the street.
She didn't say anything as she got out of the car and slammed the door.
I sighed again - this time in desperation.
I slammed the door to the car as I followed her up the steps to her front door.
"What's wrong with you?" I said as I forcibly turned her around to face me by grabbing her left arm.
"God! You really have no idea, do you?" She shouted at me.
"Then why don't you tell me so I can have the idea?!" I shouted right back.
She shook her arm from my already loose grip.
"Just go! I really don't care!"
She turned and ran up the rest of the stairs to the door, which she also slammed.
I just stood there in awe. I couldn't believe that any of this was really happening. I saw tears in her eyes.
I felt frustrated. Frustrated at what my life had become. Frustrated at where it was going. Frustrated that I just couldn't be happy.
I have to get out of this.
______________________________________
Authors Note: WHEEE! ALL DONE! BE PROUD!
Yes, I know this was slightly sad (*weep* it IS sad!) and took forever to arrive, but I promise to be better about updating.
Now for notesies!
[1] Water - this is Sally's codename inside Preventers, in case you had no idea.
[2] Anna - Une's assistant