Namae wo Tsukete
© Summer 2002 Lady Pax
LP: YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! MY MUSES ARE BACK!!!!!! OH YEAH!!!! *dances*
Neozi: incase you're wonder, Pax...we didn't want to come back to you...
LP: Well I fi—
Mill-sama: Yeah! It was fun over there in Galveston! We visited Crystal Beach!
LP: Hey, come on n—
Trotro: ... (translation: And we went surfing)
LP: SHUT UP!!!!!!! :O *clears throat* Okay...so maybe I'm the only one that's glad they're back... Onward!!
Thanks to my reviewers:
Some person (Y) ;) – I know, poor, poor Duo!! But I LOVE playing and destroying his emotions – so damn easy!! *evil grin*
Shiaka (aka C.H.C.) - *cower**cower* Please don't hurt me!! I update often now, don't I? What makes you think I'll stop?
Karin: the fact that you never complete stories...
LP: SHUT UP...
Katrina – You just read this chapter to see what Dr. J does...okies? More chapters on the way!!
Wrathe – Well, I'm glad you don't really mind if they're short. It's just that if I try and make them longer, it'll take longer for me to get them out...and I'll probably never get around to finishing the story...
Maria – thanks for the review! I'll keep writin'; doncha worry about that! *grins*
THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING!!!!!! *big hug to all of you* v-^o^-v
LP: Umm...well, since I've been writing all these depressing stories lately, I started a new one! *dodges bricks hurled by writers that know she'll never complete an ongoing story if she starts a new one* BUT DON'T FRET!!! Since this is th story that's gotten the *most* reviews of all, I'll keep writing for your sake and mine (even *I* am wondering how this will turn out!)!! The story isn't posted yet, but it's almost done (it has about three parts and six acts)! And it's an X-mas story because I started it in December. It's called The Lights On The Tree for now, but I may change it. It's about a Christmas/New Years party with the G-boys, G-girls, and the rest of the G-cast (except Hilde). It's a sorta sequel following The Story of a Family with Helen Maxwell. She's six in the story, not five... Tell me if you want me to post it before Christmas or during it!!
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"Dr. J," stated Heero as the all-too-famous mad scientist appeared on the laptop screen.
"Yes, my Perfect Soldier?" Dr. J asked, his can-of-worms-voice making Heero want to punch the lights out of his beloved laptop (literally!), but he kept his composure to its usual stoic-ness.
"You must have heard about Trowa?"
"Tro—Oh! You mean 03, yes, of course I have."
"I ask for permission to go and free him from the OZ base," Heero said.
"I'm sorry, my Perfect Soldier, but I've already sent someone to go get him."
Heero shifted his shoulders. Well, this was new. "Who?" he asked. "Who did you send? And when? Why weren't we informed? Why didn't you send on of us?!" Dr. J pretended to ponder before answering:
"I sent Lady Suzuka Yoshinari. A very dedicated and well-known soldiers around the very far edges of the galaxy – near Pluto I believe. Farther, maybe. But I sent her yesterday morning; you were not informed because she didn't want you to be. And I did not send one of you because I don't even know where the base is. Only she does and she would not tell us the coordinates to get there."
Heero scowled. "I hope you checked her past and records thoroughly, J," he growled warningly. He twirled his sleek gun on his finger in Dr. J's reign of sight. He aimed it at Wufei's white coffee cup behind him, and shot it, the dark brown liquid dribbling down the countertop and all over Wufei's face (YUY!!). "Or else your head will replace that glass." He put the gun back in its holster – wherever it was positioned.
Dr. J gulped. Heero was starting to get him unnerved now like he never had.
"I did, my Perfect Soldier," he said, nodding calmly. "But now I must say goodnight. It's two o' clock in the morning after all."
Heero nodded. But just before the line went down, he said, "Oh yeah, and J? Don't call me your Perfect Soldier." Then the line went blank.
* * *
The woman walked down the hallways, looking for the higher elevated cells.
"Cell Unit 2...Cell Unit 2... Ah, here it is..." she murmured. She looked around her shoulder before taking out the pass-card she had stolen from a soldier she had killed on her quest through the base. As of now, she was known as Gene Sanstun.
She slid the card through the slot, and pushed open the metal doors. The yells and shouts of anger from the prisoners there greeted her ears.
The woman tried not to breath through her nose. The whole place smelled of rot, sour food, vomit, urine, and feces. She was suddenly glad her stomach was empty, judging by the way her stomach flip-flopped and made sickening grumbles.
"Gene" blinked in disgust, clenched her fist, and walked swiftly down the freezing and smelling hallway of cells. She finally came to the end, where a window was stationed, along with the most heavily guarded cell. And inside the cell was a man.
"Trowa Barton," she hissed.
He didn't seem to hear her – or chose not to – and she frowned in dismay at his looks. He was covered in blood, some of his wounds bubbling where the gashes were deepest. His hair was matted around his face, and his forest eyes were dull and lifeless. He was also talking to the empty cell next to him.
She walked up to the cell and listened to his 'conversation'.
"How old are you?" Trowa said. In a weaker voice he responded, "ten." "Wow – you're young." "I know. That's why the soldiers keep me." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. I'm even closer to dying now – I can feel it, and see it, too."
"BARTON!!!!" she hissed, kicking the bars.
Trowa jumped at the noise and stared at her. His already ashen face turned whiter, and his eyes went bright with pain. The temple in his neck, made visible by his thinness, throbbed up and down as his heartbeats quickened.
"I mean you no harm, Barton," she said softly. "But you must cooperate. Why were you talking to yourself, though?"
"What do you mean?" Trowa's voice cracked. "There's a little boy in the cell right next to mine."
Her throat tightened, and she clenched her fists. 'He's lost his mind,' she thought. 'He's talking to himself...he's hallucinating. Damn the bastards that put this burden on his shoulders.'
She took the card out again, and slid it through the slot. The cell door squeaked open, and roars from the other prisoners telling her to let them out also bombarded them.
"SILENCE!!!!" A loud voice rang out through the mobs of voices.
The woman's insides froze. She slowly turned to face the soldier that had yelled.
The young man, no older than twenty-five, gasped. "WHO ARE YOU!!?!?!" he exclaimed, drawing his gun.
"I'm your worst nightmare," she growled, and pulled out a gun as well. She fired before he could even blink, and red spurted from his head as he fell to the floor face first. The prisoners were silent.
The woman looked into Trowa's cell, hoping he had ran during her confrontation. But no, he seemed to have fallen asleep, or...
"Trowa..." she whispered desperately. She entered the cell, hurrying so she could escape with him before any more soldiers came. But her attempts were futile.
"HOLD IT!!!"
She fired randomly behind her, but luckily hit them. She turned. Three down, two more to go. But as her mother had told her, where there's one soldier – there's at least seven more following.
Lifting the impossibly thin and weightless Trowa Barton, the woman ran out of the cell and down the hallway, bullets whizzing by her head.
'Don't die, Trowa...' she thought, picking up speed from the rush of adrenaline that has just erupted in her veins. 'You've got someone to love, and someone to share your life with.' She saw a small round object hit the floor in front of her.
She froze. It was a grenade.
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LP: BO~RING!!! I KNOW!!!!! BUT DON'T KILL ME!!! (and it's a cliffhanger, too!!)
Karin: heh...you should work on something else. I have a feeling you're going to get into writer's block or a 'creative slump' again...
LP: I know... Review please!! PLEASE!!! *begs*
Peace – I'm out!
