[[[You all know that I don't own Gundam Wing. Is there really a purpose of
saying it? Oh well = I SO do not own Gundam Wing. There.
WARNING: I really find no purpose for this either, but I thought it might be 'polite' to warn you that this fan-fiction contains shounen ai (male homosexual activity), and anyone bothered by this can go away. I DO NOT believe that the G-boys are gay!!!!! This is a fan FICTION.
Also, as the chapters go on, there are some, I dunno, 'graphic' scenes of violence. It's not too bad but anyone who is used to Cartoon Network cutting out the blood from the fight scenes should probably not read this. Thank you, and now for my *second* Gundam Wing fan fic: The Hospital Room]]]
Chapter 1
Two hours ago, the forest had been sleeping peacefully in the dark night, its tree tops bathing contently in the light of the waning moon. Now, however, its peace was rudely interrupted by heavy footsteps and destructive explosions. The forest had, unwillingly, become a battlefield.
On this battlefield, five young soldiers fought, on the same side yet as separate pieces, in specialized mobile suits called Gundams.
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Inside his gundam, his hands motionless on the controls, Quatre blinked in disbelief. He was not sure that what he just witnessed on his front screen was real, or could ever be real. Before his very eyes, his team-mate, his good friend, had just taken (for the third time that night) a direct shot from an enemy suit. And had fallen without any response.
Instinctly, he called out his friend's name and attempted to make contact with his cockpit.
"Duo!" he gasped, tapping the button to link through the inter-Gundam communication system. "Duo, do you copy?"
Quatre waited without breathing, staring at the spot where Deathscythe had vanished beneath the trees, and giving the enemy an open shot at his own suit. Sandrock lurched and fell, its shoulder sparking threateningly.
As his suit hit the forest floor, Quatre's head made contact with the hard backing of the cockpit, shooting blank spots into his vision. He reached his hand back to caress the mishandled area of his head, but twitched it back at the feeling of warm liquid.
"Damnit," a small voice croaked through the communication system, the video window labeled 02 a curtain of fuzz. Duo's curse echoed Quatre's feelings as he could now feel the warm blood slowly creeping down the back of his head.
"Are you alright, Duo?" Quatre muttered, struggling to keep from wincing at the pain pounding in his head. A constant storm of laser beams and bright explosions flashed in the air above where he lay.
Duo's screen remained blank.
Resolute to not let his own pain force selfishness upon him at this crucial time, Quatre made his arms reach the controls of his Gundam. Sandrock slowly reached its knees as its pilot inwardly screamed in pain.
Quatre looked up just in time to see two Gundams soar past his own and gracefully decapitate and disembowel two opposing Leo suits.
"Quatre," Heero said, a video of the inside of Wing Zero's cockpit materializing on Sandrock's screen. "Are you injured?"
"I'll be fine, but . . .but Duo . . ."
"We'll cover you both. Stay low."
"Thank you, Heero."
Slowly, Sandrock made its way through the thick forest to where the Deathscythe lay among the trees, a deep wound blasted into its shoulder surrounded by burns that still steamed with heat. Resting Sandrock on its hands and knees directly over the Deathscythe, Quatre opened his Gundam's hatch and jumped the length to the other Gundam's chest. He swayed on his feet, his head beating with pain, his vision blotching furiously, but nonetheless staggered toward Deathscythe's hatch.
Quatre thumped the emergency open button and the hatch popped ajar with a mechanical hiss. Inside, Duo lay unconscious, his safety harness broken from strain. The cockpit was suddenly lit by a shower of sparks blown from the wound on Sandrock's shoulder, showing Duo's abnormally grayish face. Quatre hurriedly dropped into the Deathscythe as more threatening sparks rained down.
[[[well, I really am not sure where I'm going with this one, so beware! O_o But chapter 2 will be up . . . . . . .soon, I guess. PLEASE! Review! Thanks!)]]]
WARNING: I really find no purpose for this either, but I thought it might be 'polite' to warn you that this fan-fiction contains shounen ai (male homosexual activity), and anyone bothered by this can go away. I DO NOT believe that the G-boys are gay!!!!! This is a fan FICTION.
Also, as the chapters go on, there are some, I dunno, 'graphic' scenes of violence. It's not too bad but anyone who is used to Cartoon Network cutting out the blood from the fight scenes should probably not read this. Thank you, and now for my *second* Gundam Wing fan fic: The Hospital Room]]]
Chapter 1
Two hours ago, the forest had been sleeping peacefully in the dark night, its tree tops bathing contently in the light of the waning moon. Now, however, its peace was rudely interrupted by heavy footsteps and destructive explosions. The forest had, unwillingly, become a battlefield.
On this battlefield, five young soldiers fought, on the same side yet as separate pieces, in specialized mobile suits called Gundams.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Inside his gundam, his hands motionless on the controls, Quatre blinked in disbelief. He was not sure that what he just witnessed on his front screen was real, or could ever be real. Before his very eyes, his team-mate, his good friend, had just taken (for the third time that night) a direct shot from an enemy suit. And had fallen without any response.
Instinctly, he called out his friend's name and attempted to make contact with his cockpit.
"Duo!" he gasped, tapping the button to link through the inter-Gundam communication system. "Duo, do you copy?"
Quatre waited without breathing, staring at the spot where Deathscythe had vanished beneath the trees, and giving the enemy an open shot at his own suit. Sandrock lurched and fell, its shoulder sparking threateningly.
As his suit hit the forest floor, Quatre's head made contact with the hard backing of the cockpit, shooting blank spots into his vision. He reached his hand back to caress the mishandled area of his head, but twitched it back at the feeling of warm liquid.
"Damnit," a small voice croaked through the communication system, the video window labeled 02 a curtain of fuzz. Duo's curse echoed Quatre's feelings as he could now feel the warm blood slowly creeping down the back of his head.
"Are you alright, Duo?" Quatre muttered, struggling to keep from wincing at the pain pounding in his head. A constant storm of laser beams and bright explosions flashed in the air above where he lay.
Duo's screen remained blank.
Resolute to not let his own pain force selfishness upon him at this crucial time, Quatre made his arms reach the controls of his Gundam. Sandrock slowly reached its knees as its pilot inwardly screamed in pain.
Quatre looked up just in time to see two Gundams soar past his own and gracefully decapitate and disembowel two opposing Leo suits.
"Quatre," Heero said, a video of the inside of Wing Zero's cockpit materializing on Sandrock's screen. "Are you injured?"
"I'll be fine, but . . .but Duo . . ."
"We'll cover you both. Stay low."
"Thank you, Heero."
Slowly, Sandrock made its way through the thick forest to where the Deathscythe lay among the trees, a deep wound blasted into its shoulder surrounded by burns that still steamed with heat. Resting Sandrock on its hands and knees directly over the Deathscythe, Quatre opened his Gundam's hatch and jumped the length to the other Gundam's chest. He swayed on his feet, his head beating with pain, his vision blotching furiously, but nonetheless staggered toward Deathscythe's hatch.
Quatre thumped the emergency open button and the hatch popped ajar with a mechanical hiss. Inside, Duo lay unconscious, his safety harness broken from strain. The cockpit was suddenly lit by a shower of sparks blown from the wound on Sandrock's shoulder, showing Duo's abnormally grayish face. Quatre hurriedly dropped into the Deathscythe as more threatening sparks rained down.
[[[well, I really am not sure where I'm going with this one, so beware! O_o But chapter 2 will be up . . . . . . .soon, I guess. PLEASE! Review! Thanks!)]]]
