Disclaimer: I own neither the song, nor Gundam Wing.
Warnings: Songfic? Very slight Relena bashing. I tried not to, really, I did.
Kat: Yo. This is for you. Peace out! \V/^_\\\
This is a weird little thing that came from the depths of my mind.
Fic four done!
***
Well, I'm running down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
He walked down the street, stopping at a telephone pole. He noted the large "Wanted"
sign with his own face pasted on, residing below a notice about rattlesnakes and a picture of
a missing herd of cattle. He sent a cautious glance over his green-clad shoulder, scanning
the pathway behind him. Seeing no one there, he breathed a sigh of relief and crossed the
dusty road, continuing walking in the same direction, just on the other side.
I've got seven women on
My mind,
How did he get here, on the side of a dirt road in rural southern America, walking next to
tumbleweed and yellow spotted lizards, when he was dressed for much warmer and better
educated climates? If you asked him, you would get a mean looking glare and seven
names. Female names, to be exact. Lovers? In-laws? Jealous ex-girlfriends? Well...
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine
One was an ex-girlfriend, one an in-law. Two of them lovers, one a friend. The other two
really had nothing to do with it, he just pretended as though they had. Sinking deeper into
his thoughts, he mulled over the people who had caused him to come all the way out here.
Take It easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Maybe being alone for so long was driving him insane, but he thought he heard his name
being called by the first one of them. A slightly crazed young woman, falling into the ex-
girlfriend category. He shuddered slightly as he received a mental image of her running
down the road and shouting after him, pleading with him to return to her, her light pink dress
and braids bouncing in the wind. She was the first of the seven, the one who had first
started him running. It was too bad, too. He had liked Tennessee.
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
He still wasn't sure what had gotten the second one after him. Was it something he said? All
he knew was that at his younger brother's-mother-in-law's funeral, the whole place had gone
deathly silent-no pun intended-as he read his prepared speech about her life. He had been
forced to sprint out of the cemetery, an enraged sister in-law on his heels.
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy
After that, he headed out of Georgia and into Florida, hoping to make it big as an animal
trainer. He had actually stayed here for a couple of years, having a passionate affair with a
young blonde woman. She might have had some odd quirks and certainly needed anger
management courses, but all that made her the most wonderful lover when it came down to
the dirty. However, two years do get a little dull when then only sex available always
involves a fencing foil or loaded pistol. He had packed his bags and set out again, leaving her with only the number of a talented shrink.
Well, I'm a standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
He had caught a Greyhound bus and rode it to Arizona, skipping by Alabama and
Mississippi, not liking the idea of lynches or being pressured to join certain hate groups
beginning with the letter k. He only stayed in Arizona for a month, making casual aquantinces
with a young medical student. She was the one he commonly cursed when asked why he
moved on, even though he only met her three times.
And such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin' down to take a look at me
He was jolted out of hs thoughts by the honk of a horn, a few feet to the side of him. A
young girl, roughly his age, sat behind the wheel, long blonde hair curling out from beneath
a straw cowboy hat. She wore a pair of sunglasses, and her hands, he noticed, were free of
rings.
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
Gonna save me
Of course, so had been the hands of his most recent lover, a spicy Chinese girl by the
name of Nataku. It had been quite a shock to show up unexpected at her apartment one
night sporting a box of condoms and a dirty video, to find her in bed with another man. It
had been an even larger shock to discover that this man was her husband, a mean looking
gym trainer, who was sorely pissed to find his honor being tarnished by the man at the
door. And with the added shock that charges were being pressed against him for rape of
the young woman, he high tailed it out of Louisiana as fast as possible.
We may lose and we may win though
We will never be here again
He turned his attention from foul memories to the present. The woman was flipping a strand
of hair out of her face, brushing it behind an ear pierced with a dangling snake fang. Her
cotton cropped shirt covered a pleasing looking lightly tanned package, sporting a nickel
sized tattoo of the number twelve, an inch or so below her left collar bone.
So open up, I'm climbin' in,
So take it easy
She shot him a come hither look, beaconing him with her finger, then leaning over and
opening the car door on the passenger side. He started to enter, then paused, one leg in
the car and one leg out.
Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen
My load, got a world of trouble on my mind
This seemed too familiar. It reminded him of his last day with Hilde, the girl he had been
rooming with in Oklahoma. She had been an innocent friend, nothing went on between
them. It was more of what went on between her lab partner and him. He still blamed the girl,
though. Someone really should have told him that the boy he agreed to share a bed with
was not only gay, was not only was crushing on a certain brown haired, green sweatered
male, but also that he talked to himself when sleeping.
He shuddered at the traumatizing experience.
Lookin' for a lover who won't blow my
Cover, she's so hard to find
Take it easy, take it easy
A good woman seemed so hard to find, he sighed ruefully and decided to give womankind
one last shot before throwing himself from some high place. He leaned forward and
stepped into her car, scraping the bottom of his shoe against the peeling dirt-red paint. He
got completely inside, settling down on the black leather seats and closing the door behind
him.
Don't let the sound of your own
Wheels make you crazy
She stepped on the gas and the car sped off down the dirt road, the occasional telephone
pole flashing past them. They drove in silence, save the snapping of her gum, for several
minutes, before she asked, "So. Where ya from?"
Come on baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
Gonna save me, oh oh oh
He grimaced, "Leaving northern Texas. See, this girl there, her name isn't important, she
kinda, well, her boyfriend really, wants me dead."
He turned to look at the girl next to him when she snorted and began to laugh, then
continued.
"Uh-huh. See, her boyfriend's this big-ass overprotective bastard, and won't buy into the
idea that I wasn't having a relationship with his 'Lu-lu'." He made a face. "God knows where
he first thought of that name. So," He stole another glance at the blonde beauty sitting next
to him.
"Where you going?"
"South of the border."
"Mexico?"
"Yep."
"Passport?"
"Nope."
He grinned. This was going to be fun.
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy
She turned her attention off the road, nearly running over some poor furry thing that had
wandered into the street.
"My name's Midii. Midii Une. But I don't believe I caught your name. Or are you
nameless?"
He smiled back at her.
"I'm not nameless. I'm just a traveler, looking for a place to call home."
Warnings: Songfic? Very slight Relena bashing. I tried not to, really, I did.
Kat: Yo. This is for you. Peace out! \V/^_\\\
This is a weird little thing that came from the depths of my mind.
Fic four done!
***
Well, I'm running down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
He walked down the street, stopping at a telephone pole. He noted the large "Wanted"
sign with his own face pasted on, residing below a notice about rattlesnakes and a picture of
a missing herd of cattle. He sent a cautious glance over his green-clad shoulder, scanning
the pathway behind him. Seeing no one there, he breathed a sigh of relief and crossed the
dusty road, continuing walking in the same direction, just on the other side.
I've got seven women on
My mind,
How did he get here, on the side of a dirt road in rural southern America, walking next to
tumbleweed and yellow spotted lizards, when he was dressed for much warmer and better
educated climates? If you asked him, you would get a mean looking glare and seven
names. Female names, to be exact. Lovers? In-laws? Jealous ex-girlfriends? Well...
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine
One was an ex-girlfriend, one an in-law. Two of them lovers, one a friend. The other two
really had nothing to do with it, he just pretended as though they had. Sinking deeper into
his thoughts, he mulled over the people who had caused him to come all the way out here.
Take It easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Maybe being alone for so long was driving him insane, but he thought he heard his name
being called by the first one of them. A slightly crazed young woman, falling into the ex-
girlfriend category. He shuddered slightly as he received a mental image of her running
down the road and shouting after him, pleading with him to return to her, her light pink dress
and braids bouncing in the wind. She was the first of the seven, the one who had first
started him running. It was too bad, too. He had liked Tennessee.
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
He still wasn't sure what had gotten the second one after him. Was it something he said? All
he knew was that at his younger brother's-mother-in-law's funeral, the whole place had gone
deathly silent-no pun intended-as he read his prepared speech about her life. He had been
forced to sprint out of the cemetery, an enraged sister in-law on his heels.
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy
After that, he headed out of Georgia and into Florida, hoping to make it big as an animal
trainer. He had actually stayed here for a couple of years, having a passionate affair with a
young blonde woman. She might have had some odd quirks and certainly needed anger
management courses, but all that made her the most wonderful lover when it came down to
the dirty. However, two years do get a little dull when then only sex available always
involves a fencing foil or loaded pistol. He had packed his bags and set out again, leaving her with only the number of a talented shrink.
Well, I'm a standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
He had caught a Greyhound bus and rode it to Arizona, skipping by Alabama and
Mississippi, not liking the idea of lynches or being pressured to join certain hate groups
beginning with the letter k. He only stayed in Arizona for a month, making casual aquantinces
with a young medical student. She was the one he commonly cursed when asked why he
moved on, even though he only met her three times.
And such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin' down to take a look at me
He was jolted out of hs thoughts by the honk of a horn, a few feet to the side of him. A
young girl, roughly his age, sat behind the wheel, long blonde hair curling out from beneath
a straw cowboy hat. She wore a pair of sunglasses, and her hands, he noticed, were free of
rings.
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
Gonna save me
Of course, so had been the hands of his most recent lover, a spicy Chinese girl by the
name of Nataku. It had been quite a shock to show up unexpected at her apartment one
night sporting a box of condoms and a dirty video, to find her in bed with another man. It
had been an even larger shock to discover that this man was her husband, a mean looking
gym trainer, who was sorely pissed to find his honor being tarnished by the man at the
door. And with the added shock that charges were being pressed against him for rape of
the young woman, he high tailed it out of Louisiana as fast as possible.
We may lose and we may win though
We will never be here again
He turned his attention from foul memories to the present. The woman was flipping a strand
of hair out of her face, brushing it behind an ear pierced with a dangling snake fang. Her
cotton cropped shirt covered a pleasing looking lightly tanned package, sporting a nickel
sized tattoo of the number twelve, an inch or so below her left collar bone.
So open up, I'm climbin' in,
So take it easy
She shot him a come hither look, beaconing him with her finger, then leaning over and
opening the car door on the passenger side. He started to enter, then paused, one leg in
the car and one leg out.
Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen
My load, got a world of trouble on my mind
This seemed too familiar. It reminded him of his last day with Hilde, the girl he had been
rooming with in Oklahoma. She had been an innocent friend, nothing went on between
them. It was more of what went on between her lab partner and him. He still blamed the girl,
though. Someone really should have told him that the boy he agreed to share a bed with
was not only gay, was not only was crushing on a certain brown haired, green sweatered
male, but also that he talked to himself when sleeping.
He shuddered at the traumatizing experience.
Lookin' for a lover who won't blow my
Cover, she's so hard to find
Take it easy, take it easy
A good woman seemed so hard to find, he sighed ruefully and decided to give womankind
one last shot before throwing himself from some high place. He leaned forward and
stepped into her car, scraping the bottom of his shoe against the peeling dirt-red paint. He
got completely inside, settling down on the black leather seats and closing the door behind
him.
Don't let the sound of your own
Wheels make you crazy
She stepped on the gas and the car sped off down the dirt road, the occasional telephone
pole flashing past them. They drove in silence, save the snapping of her gum, for several
minutes, before she asked, "So. Where ya from?"
Come on baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
Gonna save me, oh oh oh
He grimaced, "Leaving northern Texas. See, this girl there, her name isn't important, she
kinda, well, her boyfriend really, wants me dead."
He turned to look at the girl next to him when she snorted and began to laugh, then
continued.
"Uh-huh. See, her boyfriend's this big-ass overprotective bastard, and won't buy into the
idea that I wasn't having a relationship with his 'Lu-lu'." He made a face. "God knows where
he first thought of that name. So," He stole another glance at the blonde beauty sitting next
to him.
"Where you going?"
"South of the border."
"Mexico?"
"Yep."
"Passport?"
"Nope."
He grinned. This was going to be fun.
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy
She turned her attention off the road, nearly running over some poor furry thing that had
wandered into the street.
"My name's Midii. Midii Une. But I don't believe I caught your name. Or are you
nameless?"
He smiled back at her.
"I'm not nameless. I'm just a traveler, looking for a place to call home."