I do not own Gundam wing and its exponents, nor do I own any of the songs I use in this fic. If I did, Trowa would be my boi-friend ^_^, Oh, I do own
*da da da da* the secret character, I won't tell you who it is, cuz it'll ruin it!! Have fun reading, and please review!
"I promise I'll come back for you, I promise! I won't leave you..wait..you forgot..."
"Forgot what?" came the voice of Duo, sitting up in his bed. Trowa stared across the room at him. "Nothing," he said, hardly whispering. "All right then..."
Duo said, getting out of bed. "Do us all a favour and go back to bed Maxwell." came the yawning voice of Wufei. "Up, sorry to burst your bubble, Wufei,
but can't" he said, turning on the lights. "Everybody up! If I have to, so do you! You know what today is anyways, better we get ready now." Supressed
groans are heard from all around the sleeping quarters, followed by a chorus of "It's 6 a.m! 5 More minutes" But, Duo, having a personality as he does,
took no objections. "Get up! The way we're going now,we can try to successfully make waffles before we leave!" Heero just threw him a warning glance.
"Try is the key word. I don't know about you, but I have no clue how to make waffles." "Hey," said Quatre, now awake, and smiling, "If the donkey in
Shrek can do it, why can't we?" "You're worse than I thought." Smirked Wufei, Quatre just blushed.
*27 Minutes, an explosion, and 15 burned waffles later*
"Uh, you think I overdid it?" said Duo, braid singed, laughing immaturely. "Thank God you're a better pilot than a chef." Said Heero, expression
unchanging. He looked around the room. Normal, he thought. Quatre and Wufei were standing around, and, as usual, Duo was doing something stupid.
Very very usual. Well, except for two things. There were burnt pancakes on the ceiling, but that was the least he'd expected from Duo...but, there was
something up with Trowa. He was always quiet, but today he felt he was being deliberatley so. Something was wrong, but he was sure Trowa wouldn't
talk about it, anyway. Trowa's eyes just seemed to be searching for something, but Heero couldn't think of anything it could be. If Trowa wanted to think,
then it wasn't Heero's problem anyway...
A rough voice came over the intercom in their ship. "Reaching Quilestar, colony 66251, in approximately 7 hours. Final preperations should be made, and
Godspeed. It looks like it's apparently worse than we thought. Leave the Gundams here, they'll be of no use to you. Just plant the explosives, and get
the hell out of there. Take no prisoners." "Got it. Hey, Markks, could you send someone in to clean up this mess?" Duo grinned sheepishly. "Alright, Mr.
Maxwell." He sighed. He was obviously tired of waiting hand and foot to the silly stunts of the lovable Duo. He shook his head. Lousy kid.
All of them got up reluctantly, and went to make up final preperations. Heero pulled Duo over to the side. "Something's up with Trowa." he stated blankly.
"'Noticed that too." said Duo, trying frantically to put out the fire in his hair. "Do you know what's wrong?" "I don't think so. But he's always like that.
Probably nothing. But...he woke me up this morning. He was talking in his sleep again." "About what?" Heero asked, only half-concerned. "The same as
always." Duo said, acting out what Trowa had said, arms flailing wildly. Heero began to laugh, the first in a long time. Duo began calling out, "I promise!
I'll be back for you! Wait for meeeeeeee..." Heero sighed. Duo had run smack into Trowa, but Trowa, apparently, didn't seem to notice. "Going out to the
garage. Quatre and Wufei are in the room." He said, as he slid past them. "Hmm..there's definately something wrong with that guy, apart from his split
personality and mental stability." said Duo. "Mm," agreed Heero. "Did you see what he had in his hands?" "Oh! That!" said Duo with a smile. "That thing
happens to be a wooden beaded bracelet. He carries it with him whenever we go on dangerous missions. Good luck charm I guess." He started to giggle.
"It appears," he said, in fits of laughter, "Young master Barton has more problems than even Quatre. If he would only tell us why." Heero grimmaced.
"You of all people know Trowa won't tell us a thing." "It was a guess, anyway, you'll never know. We better get ready then." So they grabbed all of their
things, and headed towards the garage. "Oh, and Heero, one more thing." "Ya?" He asked. "The God of death is back from hell."
*da da da da* the secret character, I won't tell you who it is, cuz it'll ruin it!! Have fun reading, and please review!
"I promise I'll come back for you, I promise! I won't leave you..wait..you forgot..."
"Forgot what?" came the voice of Duo, sitting up in his bed. Trowa stared across the room at him. "Nothing," he said, hardly whispering. "All right then..."
Duo said, getting out of bed. "Do us all a favour and go back to bed Maxwell." came the yawning voice of Wufei. "Up, sorry to burst your bubble, Wufei,
but can't" he said, turning on the lights. "Everybody up! If I have to, so do you! You know what today is anyways, better we get ready now." Supressed
groans are heard from all around the sleeping quarters, followed by a chorus of "It's 6 a.m! 5 More minutes" But, Duo, having a personality as he does,
took no objections. "Get up! The way we're going now,we can try to successfully make waffles before we leave!" Heero just threw him a warning glance.
"Try is the key word. I don't know about you, but I have no clue how to make waffles." "Hey," said Quatre, now awake, and smiling, "If the donkey in
Shrek can do it, why can't we?" "You're worse than I thought." Smirked Wufei, Quatre just blushed.
*27 Minutes, an explosion, and 15 burned waffles later*
"Uh, you think I overdid it?" said Duo, braid singed, laughing immaturely. "Thank God you're a better pilot than a chef." Said Heero, expression
unchanging. He looked around the room. Normal, he thought. Quatre and Wufei were standing around, and, as usual, Duo was doing something stupid.
Very very usual. Well, except for two things. There were burnt pancakes on the ceiling, but that was the least he'd expected from Duo...but, there was
something up with Trowa. He was always quiet, but today he felt he was being deliberatley so. Something was wrong, but he was sure Trowa wouldn't
talk about it, anyway. Trowa's eyes just seemed to be searching for something, but Heero couldn't think of anything it could be. If Trowa wanted to think,
then it wasn't Heero's problem anyway...
A rough voice came over the intercom in their ship. "Reaching Quilestar, colony 66251, in approximately 7 hours. Final preperations should be made, and
Godspeed. It looks like it's apparently worse than we thought. Leave the Gundams here, they'll be of no use to you. Just plant the explosives, and get
the hell out of there. Take no prisoners." "Got it. Hey, Markks, could you send someone in to clean up this mess?" Duo grinned sheepishly. "Alright, Mr.
Maxwell." He sighed. He was obviously tired of waiting hand and foot to the silly stunts of the lovable Duo. He shook his head. Lousy kid.
All of them got up reluctantly, and went to make up final preperations. Heero pulled Duo over to the side. "Something's up with Trowa." he stated blankly.
"'Noticed that too." said Duo, trying frantically to put out the fire in his hair. "Do you know what's wrong?" "I don't think so. But he's always like that.
Probably nothing. But...he woke me up this morning. He was talking in his sleep again." "About what?" Heero asked, only half-concerned. "The same as
always." Duo said, acting out what Trowa had said, arms flailing wildly. Heero began to laugh, the first in a long time. Duo began calling out, "I promise!
I'll be back for you! Wait for meeeeeeee..." Heero sighed. Duo had run smack into Trowa, but Trowa, apparently, didn't seem to notice. "Going out to the
garage. Quatre and Wufei are in the room." He said, as he slid past them. "Hmm..there's definately something wrong with that guy, apart from his split
personality and mental stability." said Duo. "Mm," agreed Heero. "Did you see what he had in his hands?" "Oh! That!" said Duo with a smile. "That thing
happens to be a wooden beaded bracelet. He carries it with him whenever we go on dangerous missions. Good luck charm I guess." He started to giggle.
"It appears," he said, in fits of laughter, "Young master Barton has more problems than even Quatre. If he would only tell us why." Heero grimmaced.
"You of all people know Trowa won't tell us a thing." "It was a guess, anyway, you'll never know. We better get ready then." So they grabbed all of their
things, and headed towards the garage. "Oh, and Heero, one more thing." "Ya?" He asked. "The God of death is back from hell."