Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, and I stand to gain nothing
financially from writing this.
Authors note: This is a sequel to a previous fic of mine named 'Byakuya', which was sadly lost in a recent hard drive crash that we suffered here at Thai's house . . . but, this is for Jason Ray because, well, he really loved that story and I wish I could find it to finish it for him! So here's a little sequel thingy that kinda sums up what happened! But, because it has flashbacks from the old story, you don't have to have read the original! Also, this has an OC in it, but, if you read, you'll understand! Hope you enjoy Jason!
Key: Oh yeah, this has flashbacks in it, the opening and close are shown like this; * * *
Wait and See.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter One; Another day, another let down.
Rain beat heavily against the lithe form that staggered through the streets; struggling against the rain as Auburn strands oh long, thick hair became plastered to the pale skin of the young woman that, in the grim weather, still managed to smile brightly.
As her navy hood blew off for the sixteenth time in the last five minutes, she ignored it, pulling her sleeves down over her hands as she continued to brave against the cold, bitter rain. She loved Pathetic fallacy, although, it wasn't a passionate love, but more of a lave/hate thing . . . she loved the fact that it always seemed to make bad situations worse . . . so predictable!
Brushing her fringe out of sapphire eyes, she turned her head as she crossed a small road, checking for on-coming traffic. Turning down a darkened road, she passed several large houses before entering a long gravel walkway which led her to a river and a small bridge. As she crossed the bride, a new road of houses became visible. Passing the different houses, all shapes and sizes, she began to move faster, the rain was stopping and the wind finally blowing in her direction, pushing her along. She silently thanked the heavens that she had worn trainers to College rather than the heeled boots which had been the original choice, but Trowa had spilt coffee over her boot-cut jeans, leading to a complete outfit change, and almost the third late of the week.
But, it was Friday now and a wash of excitement hit her as she pulled out her key, walking down the side walkway of a small cottage, covered in ivy and roses. Practically bouncing up and down, despite her current state, by the time she reached the front door. Turning her key and opening it, she darted in, shutting it behind her and walking through into the kitchen,
"Tro . . ." She trailed off as she spotted a small piece of paper on the counter top. She moved quickly to it, snatching it up and reading it aloud to no one in particular, "Areia. Sorry, but I have work to do; I can't go out with you and the others. Hope you understand. Love you. Trowa."
Growling, she slammed it back down onto the tiled surface, her knuckles white as her clenched fist rested a top of the counter. Sneering, she screwed up it and threw it over her shoulder, where it bounced around on the edge of the bin for a while before finally settling into it.
Stomping upstairs, she went to change,
"I'm not going to let that work-a-holic spoil my perfectly good night out with the guys!" She thought as she tugged her t-shirt over her head, flinging it into the laundry basket. Doing the same with her flared jeans, she plopped onto the bed, lying sprawled in only her under wear as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She sighed heavily, tugging at her hair tie that was pretty much almost completely out of her hair anyway.
After a few minutes, she stood, stripping off the last of her minimal clothing and headed for the shower, humming slightly as she did.
A hour passed and Areia found herself standing before the full length mirror in the room that she shared with her 'love'. She wore stone-washed boot cut jeans with a beige Hawaii flower pattern running up the left leg, over the hips and around the back, trailing off across the back of the thighs. She buttoned up a beige blouse before zipping up beige ankle boots under her jeans. Brushing her hair one final time she settled a baker-boy hat atop of her head, askew slightly before grabbing her handbag and walking downstairs just as the doorbell rang,
"Come right in!" She called, switching the kitchen light off.
The front door opened and in stepped the braided Shinigami himself, grinning madly,
"We got ditched by everyone, looks like it's just the three of us!"
"Make that 2, Trowa ditched us also!"
"Him too? Really? Ya kiddin'!"
"Do I look like I'm trying to be funny, Duo?"
"Uh . . . can I please phone a friend?"
"Ha." She shook her head sadly, "By the looks of things, the only friend that you've got is me."
"Valid point." Duo noted, holding his finger up in the air, "Still wanna go out?" He asked, his voice half-hearted,
"Yes. Yes I do." She sighed, grabbing her small denim handbag with bamboo handles off of the counter top, "C'mon Duo! Getting absolutely slaughtered sounds like GREAT fun!" She giggled,
"Well . . . tomorrow IS a Saturday I suppose . . ."
"GREAT!" She grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the door, "C'mon! Let's walk, that way, if we're totally pissed, we can just stagger home without worrying about hitting a wall!"
"Wow . . ." Duo chuckled, "Even on your 'wild' nights, you're practical!" He teased,
"Shuddup you!" She muttered, slapping his arm as they walked out into the street, arm in arm.
* * *
"I don't think I like this, Professor." The dark-haired girl sighed, holding her small suitcase tightly in pale hands, "I mean, 5 boys?" She added, looking up at the tall, gangly man at her side,
"Yes Areia, but, I assure you, they are the best at what they do." He replied coolly,
"Oh, and what is it, exactly, that they do?" She muttered, stopping after a few steps in from the main gate,
"Piloting their mobile suits of course."
"Hmmmm." She mused aloud, narrowing her eyes slightly, "Are you sure . . .?"
"Positive."
"Well, then I guess that the only way that I'll survive this if I take it as it comes."
"Yes, now, come on, they're expecting you."
Following the Professor, Areia bowed her head, stepping up the heavy stone steps towards the large doorway, into which he stepped in.
She found herself in a dingy hallway. Paint was peeling and the carpet was stained. She huffed, dropping her bag by the front door,
"This is where I leave you, Areia. Good luck and I shall contact you soon."
"Very well . . ." She sighed, waving him off, "I guess I'll just have to fend for myself, huh?"
Turning, she followed the sound of voices, finding the small, run-down kitchen. Stepping into the doorway, she remained silent, watching the scene before her unfold. Five teenage boys were assembled before her, standing off to one side stood two, in similar positions. A Chinese boy with raven hair pulled back into a ponytail focussed onyx eyes as he stood beside a boy of similar height, scruffy brown locks fell into emotionless blue eyes. A sudden burst of laughter broke out and she swivelled her head around to look at a boy wearing only black, sitting cross legged atop of a wooden table, holding his sides from laughing too much. A chestnut braid snaked over his shoulder; eyes squeezed shut and leaking tears from the surge of emotion that over flowed him. Standing beside him was the tallest of the group. A quiet boy, no emotion what so ever, at least the pair off to one side at least looked mortified and disgusted, however this boy showed nothing. Forrest eyes watched the scene before him, arms folded in front of his chest, perfect balance was evident.
Her eyes followed their sights and finally focussed on a small blonde boy, crouching on a counter top, clutching a baseball bat tightly in his hands, moving it in circular motions as he stared, mortified at a large black object on a cupboard door.
She cleared her throat and all immediately looked at her,
"Oh! Hello!" The blonde suddenly said, "You must be Areia!"
"Yes, that's me."
"I'm Quatre, this is Duo and Trowa, and they're Heero and Wufei . . . you're early, we weren't expecting you until . . ." He looked at his watch, "Hmmm, well, now actually."
"I try to remain punctual at all times. After all, a slip up such as time can cause a fatality."
"I see . . ." Quatre said carefully, "Well, don't worry about being late here!"
"Yeah! I've lost count how many times we've had to wait for Quatre to finish straitening his shirt perfectly!"
"Speak for yourself! You take FOREVER in the shower!" Quatre retorted.
Areia sighed as a small argument broke out between the pair. This was going to be interesting, at the very least.
* * *
A shadow staggered into view, stumbling along the pavement as it stepped under a street light, revealing the withered form of Duo, a small figure of a woman in his arms. The figure groaned and buried her face into his shirt, squeezing his arm tightly,
"Don't you dare puke in my shirt, 'Rei!" He scolded,
"Huuuuuuh?" She groaned, eyes half lidded,
"Damn, you look beautiful!" He muttered, pulling her against him as she bagn to slip from his hands, "Areia! What the HELL you been eatin'?" He said louder, "I dunno . . ." She drawled, clutching her heeled shoes that rested in her lap,
"Why did you choose tonight to drink yourself stupid? Couldn't you have waited until a night when Trowa could carry you home?" He huffed, "Man, speakin' of Tro', he's gonna KILL me!"
He mock-sobbed into his friend's hair as he staggered down the walkway and knocked the doorbell with his elbow. After several minutes, Trowa came thundering down the stairs, his face less-than amused. He pulled the door open and glared at Duo, then glanced at a sleeping Areia before sneering at his fomerm companion,
"What the hell, Duo?!" He fumed,
"Uh, well, she went a little bit overboard!"
"A little?"
Trowa snatched Areia from Duo and shook her gently. She opened her eyes slightly and grinned dopily,
"Hey honey!" She cooed, "What's up?"
"Goodbye Duo!" Trowa sighed, shutting the door with his foot and resting Areia in a chair, "You're SO stupid sometimes . . ."
"Wow . . . I've lost count of how many sentences you;ve said in the last 5 . . . minutes . . ." She mumbled before falling asleep.
Trowa rolled his eyes, walking away, shaking his head.
- - - To be continued . . .
Well Jason, I hope you liked!
Authors note: This is a sequel to a previous fic of mine named 'Byakuya', which was sadly lost in a recent hard drive crash that we suffered here at Thai's house . . . but, this is for Jason Ray because, well, he really loved that story and I wish I could find it to finish it for him! So here's a little sequel thingy that kinda sums up what happened! But, because it has flashbacks from the old story, you don't have to have read the original! Also, this has an OC in it, but, if you read, you'll understand! Hope you enjoy Jason!
Key: Oh yeah, this has flashbacks in it, the opening and close are shown like this; * * *
Wait and See.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter One; Another day, another let down.
Rain beat heavily against the lithe form that staggered through the streets; struggling against the rain as Auburn strands oh long, thick hair became plastered to the pale skin of the young woman that, in the grim weather, still managed to smile brightly.
As her navy hood blew off for the sixteenth time in the last five minutes, she ignored it, pulling her sleeves down over her hands as she continued to brave against the cold, bitter rain. She loved Pathetic fallacy, although, it wasn't a passionate love, but more of a lave/hate thing . . . she loved the fact that it always seemed to make bad situations worse . . . so predictable!
Brushing her fringe out of sapphire eyes, she turned her head as she crossed a small road, checking for on-coming traffic. Turning down a darkened road, she passed several large houses before entering a long gravel walkway which led her to a river and a small bridge. As she crossed the bride, a new road of houses became visible. Passing the different houses, all shapes and sizes, she began to move faster, the rain was stopping and the wind finally blowing in her direction, pushing her along. She silently thanked the heavens that she had worn trainers to College rather than the heeled boots which had been the original choice, but Trowa had spilt coffee over her boot-cut jeans, leading to a complete outfit change, and almost the third late of the week.
But, it was Friday now and a wash of excitement hit her as she pulled out her key, walking down the side walkway of a small cottage, covered in ivy and roses. Practically bouncing up and down, despite her current state, by the time she reached the front door. Turning her key and opening it, she darted in, shutting it behind her and walking through into the kitchen,
"Tro . . ." She trailed off as she spotted a small piece of paper on the counter top. She moved quickly to it, snatching it up and reading it aloud to no one in particular, "Areia. Sorry, but I have work to do; I can't go out with you and the others. Hope you understand. Love you. Trowa."
Growling, she slammed it back down onto the tiled surface, her knuckles white as her clenched fist rested a top of the counter. Sneering, she screwed up it and threw it over her shoulder, where it bounced around on the edge of the bin for a while before finally settling into it.
Stomping upstairs, she went to change,
"I'm not going to let that work-a-holic spoil my perfectly good night out with the guys!" She thought as she tugged her t-shirt over her head, flinging it into the laundry basket. Doing the same with her flared jeans, she plopped onto the bed, lying sprawled in only her under wear as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She sighed heavily, tugging at her hair tie that was pretty much almost completely out of her hair anyway.
After a few minutes, she stood, stripping off the last of her minimal clothing and headed for the shower, humming slightly as she did.
A hour passed and Areia found herself standing before the full length mirror in the room that she shared with her 'love'. She wore stone-washed boot cut jeans with a beige Hawaii flower pattern running up the left leg, over the hips and around the back, trailing off across the back of the thighs. She buttoned up a beige blouse before zipping up beige ankle boots under her jeans. Brushing her hair one final time she settled a baker-boy hat atop of her head, askew slightly before grabbing her handbag and walking downstairs just as the doorbell rang,
"Come right in!" She called, switching the kitchen light off.
The front door opened and in stepped the braided Shinigami himself, grinning madly,
"We got ditched by everyone, looks like it's just the three of us!"
"Make that 2, Trowa ditched us also!"
"Him too? Really? Ya kiddin'!"
"Do I look like I'm trying to be funny, Duo?"
"Uh . . . can I please phone a friend?"
"Ha." She shook her head sadly, "By the looks of things, the only friend that you've got is me."
"Valid point." Duo noted, holding his finger up in the air, "Still wanna go out?" He asked, his voice half-hearted,
"Yes. Yes I do." She sighed, grabbing her small denim handbag with bamboo handles off of the counter top, "C'mon Duo! Getting absolutely slaughtered sounds like GREAT fun!" She giggled,
"Well . . . tomorrow IS a Saturday I suppose . . ."
"GREAT!" She grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the door, "C'mon! Let's walk, that way, if we're totally pissed, we can just stagger home without worrying about hitting a wall!"
"Wow . . ." Duo chuckled, "Even on your 'wild' nights, you're practical!" He teased,
"Shuddup you!" She muttered, slapping his arm as they walked out into the street, arm in arm.
* * *
"I don't think I like this, Professor." The dark-haired girl sighed, holding her small suitcase tightly in pale hands, "I mean, 5 boys?" She added, looking up at the tall, gangly man at her side,
"Yes Areia, but, I assure you, they are the best at what they do." He replied coolly,
"Oh, and what is it, exactly, that they do?" She muttered, stopping after a few steps in from the main gate,
"Piloting their mobile suits of course."
"Hmmmm." She mused aloud, narrowing her eyes slightly, "Are you sure . . .?"
"Positive."
"Well, then I guess that the only way that I'll survive this if I take it as it comes."
"Yes, now, come on, they're expecting you."
Following the Professor, Areia bowed her head, stepping up the heavy stone steps towards the large doorway, into which he stepped in.
She found herself in a dingy hallway. Paint was peeling and the carpet was stained. She huffed, dropping her bag by the front door,
"This is where I leave you, Areia. Good luck and I shall contact you soon."
"Very well . . ." She sighed, waving him off, "I guess I'll just have to fend for myself, huh?"
Turning, she followed the sound of voices, finding the small, run-down kitchen. Stepping into the doorway, she remained silent, watching the scene before her unfold. Five teenage boys were assembled before her, standing off to one side stood two, in similar positions. A Chinese boy with raven hair pulled back into a ponytail focussed onyx eyes as he stood beside a boy of similar height, scruffy brown locks fell into emotionless blue eyes. A sudden burst of laughter broke out and she swivelled her head around to look at a boy wearing only black, sitting cross legged atop of a wooden table, holding his sides from laughing too much. A chestnut braid snaked over his shoulder; eyes squeezed shut and leaking tears from the surge of emotion that over flowed him. Standing beside him was the tallest of the group. A quiet boy, no emotion what so ever, at least the pair off to one side at least looked mortified and disgusted, however this boy showed nothing. Forrest eyes watched the scene before him, arms folded in front of his chest, perfect balance was evident.
Her eyes followed their sights and finally focussed on a small blonde boy, crouching on a counter top, clutching a baseball bat tightly in his hands, moving it in circular motions as he stared, mortified at a large black object on a cupboard door.
She cleared her throat and all immediately looked at her,
"Oh! Hello!" The blonde suddenly said, "You must be Areia!"
"Yes, that's me."
"I'm Quatre, this is Duo and Trowa, and they're Heero and Wufei . . . you're early, we weren't expecting you until . . ." He looked at his watch, "Hmmm, well, now actually."
"I try to remain punctual at all times. After all, a slip up such as time can cause a fatality."
"I see . . ." Quatre said carefully, "Well, don't worry about being late here!"
"Yeah! I've lost count how many times we've had to wait for Quatre to finish straitening his shirt perfectly!"
"Speak for yourself! You take FOREVER in the shower!" Quatre retorted.
Areia sighed as a small argument broke out between the pair. This was going to be interesting, at the very least.
* * *
A shadow staggered into view, stumbling along the pavement as it stepped under a street light, revealing the withered form of Duo, a small figure of a woman in his arms. The figure groaned and buried her face into his shirt, squeezing his arm tightly,
"Don't you dare puke in my shirt, 'Rei!" He scolded,
"Huuuuuuh?" She groaned, eyes half lidded,
"Damn, you look beautiful!" He muttered, pulling her against him as she bagn to slip from his hands, "Areia! What the HELL you been eatin'?" He said louder, "I dunno . . ." She drawled, clutching her heeled shoes that rested in her lap,
"Why did you choose tonight to drink yourself stupid? Couldn't you have waited until a night when Trowa could carry you home?" He huffed, "Man, speakin' of Tro', he's gonna KILL me!"
He mock-sobbed into his friend's hair as he staggered down the walkway and knocked the doorbell with his elbow. After several minutes, Trowa came thundering down the stairs, his face less-than amused. He pulled the door open and glared at Duo, then glanced at a sleeping Areia before sneering at his fomerm companion,
"What the hell, Duo?!" He fumed,
"Uh, well, she went a little bit overboard!"
"A little?"
Trowa snatched Areia from Duo and shook her gently. She opened her eyes slightly and grinned dopily,
"Hey honey!" She cooed, "What's up?"
"Goodbye Duo!" Trowa sighed, shutting the door with his foot and resting Areia in a chair, "You're SO stupid sometimes . . ."
"Wow . . . I've lost count of how many sentences you;ve said in the last 5 . . . minutes . . ." She mumbled before falling asleep.
Trowa rolled his eyes, walking away, shaking his head.
- - - To be continued . . .
Well Jason, I hope you liked!
