The Disclaimer Poem
There's something I currently rue
And I know it will always be true
It's the saddest thing
I don't own Gundam Wing
And hopefully neither do you.
A/N: Okay, so I don't own this poem, CD does. And this story has absolutely nothing to do with Gundam Wing. I liked this poem, and CD let me use it. I also don't own Star Wars. Instead, it belongs to George Lucas. I envy him. I do own Pandora. But not Zizziana, she belongs to my friend who is known only as Avilina. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A small dark shadow stood framed in the doorway. Looking around, it saw no one. 'Perfect,' was the only thought on it's mind. Quietly, it flipped off the light. Before the figure stood a computer, which had exactly what it needed. Slowly, it reached the controls. The light flicked on. "Padawan?"
Pandora whirled around, spotting Zizziana standing in the doorway. "Yes Jedi Master?", she responded weakly, hoping she wouldn't be caught.
"What are you doing?", came the reply.
"Nothing." Pan stretched the syllables, making the word sound anything but innocent.
"Have you done your lessons?" Pan moved away from the computer, deciding that it was safer, if not more comfortable to recline on Zizzy's bed while being interrogated. "Well?" Pan glanced at her Master's face. Zizziana looked like she'd forgive her padawan if she said no, but her Master's looks were deceiving.
"Not exactly.", Pandora answered, not risking a second glance at Zizzy.
"Not exactly? You know your lessons are important, right?" There was a pause before Pandora replied slowly. "Yes."
Zizzy sat on the bed. "So are you going to do them?" A mischievous look passed over the padawan's face before disappearing as quickly as it had come.
"Maybe." She once again prolonged the syllables of the word, causing Zizzy to look over with interest.
"Maybe?"
"Yes, maybe," Pan stated, the mischievous look having made a reappearance as she played with her braid. Without warning, Zizzy tackled her padawan, giving Pan little time to react. Pan soon found herself on her back, with Zizzy's hands positioned on her shoulders. Pan looked up to meet her Master's gaze. For a long moment, amber and emerald eyes remained locked until Pan broke the silence. "Zizzy?"
"Yes?"
"You're on my foot."
"Deal with it." The silence resumed for a moment longer before Zizzy spoke. "Now that I have your attention, will you do your lessons?"
Pan remained silent, and continued to stare. Then she smiled and said quite simply, "Only if you can catch me." With that, she wriggled out of her Master's grasp, leaped off the bed, and sprinted down the hall, barely avoiding a collision with the door. Zizzy sighed, and followed her padawan out the door of her room, and down the hall.
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Zizzy had chased her padawan halfway down the mile long hallway before a quiet voice interrupted the chase.
"Nightstar, DarkCloud." This utterance would have gone unnoticed, had it not reverberated (A/N: I like that word. ^^) around the space. The speaker was none other than Yoda himself, floating about eye-level with the two Jedi. Emerald and amber eyes looked at the green skinned Council member expectantly. "Needed now, you are not." The two forms opposite him relaxed. "Go now, you may." Having delivered his message, he floated away.
Pan blinked, remarking, "What was the point of that?"
"I have no idea," her Master replied. Pan looked up at Zizzy, realizing that she was within arms reach, and raced down the hall, forcing Zizzy to follow. "I should drop you back on Korbin." Zizziana's voice carried down the hall. Pan turned around, now walking backwards.
"You wouldn't." She had slowed to a fast walk, and her Master had sped up to jog.
"I would." The serious tone in Zizzy's voice made her stop and think. She (A/N: 'She' means Pan. And a note on Korbin, it will all be explained later.) didn't ever want to go back. Now Zizzy was only inches from Pan She whispered in her padawan's ear, "I was only joking."
Pan jumped, she hadn't been expecting that. Seconds later, these words finally soaked in, and she sprang to life, moving out of her Master's reach, and running down the hall. She paused, turning around to yell back, "Lunch is in five minutes. If we hurry, we can get everything." That having been said, she continued her journey down the long hallway.
"You'd think we never feed her, the way she acts around food," Zizzy commented to herself, watching the girl as she raced down the hall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: So there's the first chapter of the story that I've FINALLY posted on FF.Net! Joining us in this A/N is my friend, editor, and fellow authoress, C.D., also known as Chaotic Demon.
CD: Coincidentally, I also came up with her pen name! Chaotic Demon. Demonic Chaos. Anyone get it? *crickets chirping* Anyone? Anyone at all? *still more crickets chirping* Okay then. Maybe not!
DC: Meanwhile, you're editing this and freaking out over your grammar on an IM message.
CD: Shut up! Anyway, I'm also reading volume 11 of Love Hina, so HA!
DC: *sweat drops* Rrrriiiiiggggghhhhhttttttt...
CD: Anyways-es-es-es..*does Porky Pig impression* Th-th-th-that's all, folks!
A/N: Okay, so I don't own this poem, CD does. And this story has absolutely nothing to do with Gundam Wing. I liked this poem, and CD let me use it. I also don't own Star Wars. Instead, it belongs to George Lucas. I envy him. I do own Pandora. But not Zizziana, she belongs to my friend who is known only as Avilina. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A small dark shadow stood framed in the doorway. Looking around, it saw no one. 'Perfect,' was the only thought on it's mind. Quietly, it flipped off the light. Before the figure stood a computer, which had exactly what it needed. Slowly, it reached the controls. The light flicked on. "Padawan?"
Pandora whirled around, spotting Zizziana standing in the doorway. "Yes Jedi Master?", she responded weakly, hoping she wouldn't be caught.
"What are you doing?", came the reply.
"Nothing." Pan stretched the syllables, making the word sound anything but innocent.
"Have you done your lessons?" Pan moved away from the computer, deciding that it was safer, if not more comfortable to recline on Zizzy's bed while being interrogated. "Well?" Pan glanced at her Master's face. Zizziana looked like she'd forgive her padawan if she said no, but her Master's looks were deceiving.
"Not exactly.", Pandora answered, not risking a second glance at Zizzy.
"Not exactly? You know your lessons are important, right?" There was a pause before Pandora replied slowly. "Yes."
Zizzy sat on the bed. "So are you going to do them?" A mischievous look passed over the padawan's face before disappearing as quickly as it had come.
"Maybe." She once again prolonged the syllables of the word, causing Zizzy to look over with interest.
"Maybe?"
"Yes, maybe," Pan stated, the mischievous look having made a reappearance as she played with her braid. Without warning, Zizzy tackled her padawan, giving Pan little time to react. Pan soon found herself on her back, with Zizzy's hands positioned on her shoulders. Pan looked up to meet her Master's gaze. For a long moment, amber and emerald eyes remained locked until Pan broke the silence. "Zizzy?"
"Yes?"
"You're on my foot."
"Deal with it." The silence resumed for a moment longer before Zizzy spoke. "Now that I have your attention, will you do your lessons?"
Pan remained silent, and continued to stare. Then she smiled and said quite simply, "Only if you can catch me." With that, she wriggled out of her Master's grasp, leaped off the bed, and sprinted down the hall, barely avoiding a collision with the door. Zizzy sighed, and followed her padawan out the door of her room, and down the hall.
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Zizzy had chased her padawan halfway down the mile long hallway before a quiet voice interrupted the chase.
"Nightstar, DarkCloud." This utterance would have gone unnoticed, had it not reverberated (A/N: I like that word. ^^) around the space. The speaker was none other than Yoda himself, floating about eye-level with the two Jedi. Emerald and amber eyes looked at the green skinned Council member expectantly. "Needed now, you are not." The two forms opposite him relaxed. "Go now, you may." Having delivered his message, he floated away.
Pan blinked, remarking, "What was the point of that?"
"I have no idea," her Master replied. Pan looked up at Zizzy, realizing that she was within arms reach, and raced down the hall, forcing Zizzy to follow. "I should drop you back on Korbin." Zizziana's voice carried down the hall. Pan turned around, now walking backwards.
"You wouldn't." She had slowed to a fast walk, and her Master had sped up to jog.
"I would." The serious tone in Zizzy's voice made her stop and think. She (A/N: 'She' means Pan. And a note on Korbin, it will all be explained later.) didn't ever want to go back. Now Zizzy was only inches from Pan She whispered in her padawan's ear, "I was only joking."
Pan jumped, she hadn't been expecting that. Seconds later, these words finally soaked in, and she sprang to life, moving out of her Master's reach, and running down the hall. She paused, turning around to yell back, "Lunch is in five minutes. If we hurry, we can get everything." That having been said, she continued her journey down the long hallway.
"You'd think we never feed her, the way she acts around food," Zizzy commented to herself, watching the girl as she raced down the hall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: So there's the first chapter of the story that I've FINALLY posted on FF.Net! Joining us in this A/N is my friend, editor, and fellow authoress, C.D., also known as Chaotic Demon.
CD: Coincidentally, I also came up with her pen name! Chaotic Demon. Demonic Chaos. Anyone get it? *crickets chirping* Anyone? Anyone at all? *still more crickets chirping* Okay then. Maybe not!
DC: Meanwhile, you're editing this and freaking out over your grammar on an IM message.
CD: Shut up! Anyway, I'm also reading volume 11 of Love Hina, so HA!
DC: *sweat drops* Rrrriiiiiggggghhhhhttttttt...
CD: Anyways-es-es-es..*does Porky Pig impression* Th-th-th-that's all, folks!