Namae wo Tsukete

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© 2oo2 Lady Pax

LP: GOMEN NASAI!!!! *bows* I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like…a week!!! There's a reason for that…

My grandfather that lives in Australia, alone, was having chest pains, so he was moved to a hospital in Louisiana. My brother, Tony, and I drove to Louisiana to visit him and take care of him since my parents are out of town on business to Colorado. He's still in the hospital, but Tony and I arrived back home yesterday – well, I went home to wait for my 'rents, he went back to college. And I'm worried, okay? If this was the beginning of a heart attack from my grandpa, it'll be his second.

And since the anniversary of September 11 was only yesterday, I was chock-filled with all these emotions I haven't felt since last year. I went to a memorial that day (yes, I cried. It's so sad!!), got back at 2:00 when I left at 10:00 (What?! It takes a long time to read all the victims names!), and I wrote stuff about September 11. I read it in front of my Language Arts class, and my teacher, Mrs. Rigby, says I should consider getting that piece of writing published. I dunno…

And second of all, this story was finished very early this morning, and I would have updated it – if ff.net had opened the site earlier than what they did on the twelfth. (I think it was around 10:00, maybe 9:00 – not too sure… I was at school by then)

Now, to acknowledge my beautiful reviewers!!! *jumps up and down*

Karin: this is her favorite part—

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Evil Neko – I know it's evil! Why do you think I do it?! Just kidding… I guess you could call it a creative slump for just one story, regardless if I have the ending planned out (which I do mostly). I'm hoping this will be my first story over ten pages (which is short, the way I write) that is completed. And without an original character falling in love with one of the pilots…  Tori Sakana – I FEEL SO HONORED!!!! SERIOUSLY, I DO!!! *MY* story was your first 2X3 fic!? KOO!!!!!!!!! (the equivalent to 'cool' or 'awesome', just the way I say it) You should read more – even though I doubt there are ANY as good as this…they're all better… *sigh* Thanks for answering the questions! I appreciate it, you wouldn't *BELIEVE* how many people didn't!!  Makoto – Thanks for giving me your answers!! I really do appreciate it – the majority of answers to the questions will help the future of this story!! So you can say you helped write a story for the infamous Lady Pax once known as BjdIII and Rinstar!!! YAY!!! Thanks OODLES again!! (it's good to be romantic!)  Janine – ooh! Another person who answered!! THANKS!!!! Oh! The answer to number three is going to help me a lot – I know it!! No wonder not many people have read 'Don't Be Sorry' – but you should if you like the 1x2/2x1 pairing! And yes, I DO consider each and every answer to the questions I ask you to answer!! S.H.Elves – ARGH!!!! WHY IS EVERYONE TELLING ME THAT!?!?!?! Please don't tell me the chapters are too short! I know the ones at the beginning were longer, because I WROTE THEM… And I know these are short… But anyway, thanks for the review! I'll take your perspective into consideration (and before you ask or flame me: I'm not mad at you because I accidentally left the Caps Lock on…)  Caitlin – Whoa, that's a whole lotta change in my thoughts of the future of this story! Ack… I did said the majority of the answers I will go with, though… But if you're wondering, you just answered two questions in a way that makes this really complicated! But don't worry! I'll live! Thanks for answering the questions like so few did!  Jenihenpen - *ROFLMAO*LOL!!! It *would* be easier if she had a remote control, but I didn't think of that at the time… I wonder why… I better write that idea down!! *writes something down* You'll have to wait and see for your 'next slice of good reading (blueberry flavored this time!)' to find out if Trowa dies or not!! And did I tell you I'm really starting to like your pen-name? ^_^

From: Lady Pax

Comment: THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! I'm glad a few people are actually enjoying it and have still kept interest and book-marked the story! BIG HUG TO ALL OF YOU WHO REVIEWED!!! *hughughughughug*  

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. But Lady Suzuka Yoshinari belongs to me!

Note: italics mean song lyrics.

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Suzuka panted for breath in the ajar cockpit of Gundam Tempest. For measly Suits, and not Gundams or Dolls, they were getting pretty damn hard to beat. But she still had some energy to spare. However, that energy would not be used to conserve warmth for herself which she so desperately needed to survive in Antarctica, but for carrying a certain Gundam pilot to the recess of his safehouse.

"Damnation, Barton – you'd better be as worth saving as your namesake was," she growled. "The real Trowa Barton wouldn't have done something so stupid! At least he had some common sense instead of charging head first into a fully-loaded OZ base. You'd have had a snowball's chance in Hell of escaping."

Suddenly, with a crackle of life, her transmission speaker awoke from its short slumber and a groggy voice reached her ears.

"Uh…wh-where am I…?" It was Trowa.

'And he obviously doesn't know he's on my speaker!' she thought. She was about to get comfortable, maybe fall asleep and let the 03 pilot try and escape with no avail, but decided not to. 'Goddess knows he's been through too much already,' she thought and unbuckled her safety harness.

She jumped from the cockpit, closed the door, and entered the Mobile Suit Geyser. Trowa's emerald eyes darted towards her, and he gave in involuntary whimper of pain as he tried sliding away from her.

Suzuka jerked back in surprise, almost falling out of the cockpit. He was frightened. And he was in pain. But she had always learned, from the scientists, that the Gundam pilots were never frightened. It was just that way. But things had obviously changed for the pilot of 03 – too changed to be righted any time soon.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, Buddy," she murmured as sweetly as a bird's song, turning sideways so he wouldn't see the foot-long, new-type gun hanging down from her waist to a few inches above her knee.

She outstretched her hand to him, but he kept squirming and whimpering, making her hand recoil in shock.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Trowa," she said again, this time getting closer and covering the entrance of the cockpit with her body. Not that he was able to escape anyway. "I'm here to help you. Now just take my hand." She outstretched her hand again, her long, slender fingers marked with imprints of the controls from her Gundam.

Trowa gave a whimper an answer, and fumbled on the buckles of his safety harness.

"Trowa Barton," she said in a no-nonsense tone, though still somewhat soft. "Give me your hand and you can get back to your lover."

Something flickered in the boy's forest eyes, dimming the bright, feverish look with a gaze of strange and faraway adoration. She had made a breakthrough.

"It's your lover you want to get back to, eh?" she said, smirking sadistically. She was about to say something, but bit her tongue. He was clearly in pain, and not only emotional, but that wasn't what stopped her.

It was his eyes.

They were pained eyes, clouded over with the glaze of pain and fever. But there was a shadow in their depths, that told not of pain – but of so much sorrow. So much sadness, that she turned away.

"Duo is waiting for you Trowa," she said. "I'm a friend of his. And I'm here to take you back to him." A shot suddenly rang out behind Suzuka, and she turned, her gun outstretched, before the bullet even hit the side of the Mobile Suit she was standing on. On the ground that was littered with snow, she saw at least twenty soldiers with guns, Treize Khushrenada amongst them.

The General held out his arms, obviously the motion to make them cease firing, because that's exactly what they did.

'But how…how did the find me here!?' Suzuka's mind screeched. 'I'm in the middle of nowhere! This is fifteen hundred miles from their base! And I have a heat-proof, overlapping system for both Suits!'

"Suzuka Yoshinari…" Treize's calm, yet amazingly loud, voice interrupted the silence of the area made from the gunshot. "Come down, along with the prisoner, and your death will be quite painless. If you refuse to cooperate however…" Five bullets whizzed in the air, striking five ducks that had taken flight at Treize's voice.

There was a hiatus in Treize's words as the shots rang out, and he continued once the ducks had fallen to the ground with one finally honk of defiance. "Well, I think you get the picture."

"Don't even hold your breath!" Suzuka exclaimed boldly. She stood proudly in the way of the cockpit entrance. With her legs spread apart at shoulder length, her arms bent at the elbow, and her hands in fist (one holding the gun), she was given a quite defiant pose. Her dark brown hair waved like a shining banner in the wind, and her orange eyes seemed to glow with maliciousness.

Suddenly, a bullet whizzed by her ear, making the strand of hair to frame her face flutter with the wind it made. She whirled around to see three soldiers had gotten onto Geyser, and had fully loaded guns.

Suzuka grinned. 'Time to try out my new routine…' she thought cockily. She cocked her gun, and before the three above her could even blink, they were falling off Geyser – dead before they even hit the ground.

The many other soldiers began firing, ignoring the words from the General. She had killed their three best men without so much as trying.

Suzuka, overwhelmed buy how many bullets were getting very close to hitting her swiftly dodging body, entered the cockpit, and shut the door. She turned to see that Trowa had fainted again – give or take a few moments ago.

"Dammit," she growled. "This is *not* the time to go fainting, Barton!" She pressed a button on top of the screen, and a lid above them opened to reveal an array of guns, knives, and other weapons.

She looked through the bin, ignoring the sharp pings! of the bullets hitting the Gundanium, and finally found the weapon: a machine gun (A/N: couldn't resist! ^_^'). She began firing when the cockpit door opened again, and heard the yells as about seven soldiers fell, fatally wounded or dead – their blood staining the white snow on the ground.

"I am woman, hear me roar," she snarled as she began aiming for General Khushrenada.

For she knew the soldiers would lose all tact with him gone.

And she would have an easy getaway.

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LP: SHORT CHAPTER!!! SORRY!!! GOMEN NASAI!! Please review anyway, cause I feel a 'creative slump' comin' my way again… If you review, and GIVE ME IDEAS FOR THE FUTURE OF THIS STORY (which there won't be if no one reviews), I might come out of my slump…and I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT!! Thanks!

Peace – I'm out!

Preview for next chapter: Suzuka gets away from the soldiers (does Treize die, or not?!), and she and Trowa reach the safehouse. They are greeted with sorrows and happiness from the other pilots – but then tragedy befalls them again…