Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
Heero: So why are you updating so soon?
HHB: I got two reviews just the day after I posted the story.
Trowa: So?
HHB: I never get reviews right after I post a story so this has me hoping.
Rei & Kai: -just sit there-
HHB: Quatre?
Quatre: Yah?
HHB: You know what to do!
Quatre: Alrighty! Hijiri Hitokiri Battosuai Owns nothing, to right of the peolpe straight from Gundam Wing, though does own alot of Gundam Wing stuff.
HHB:- nodds nodds-
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Heero awoke to the sound of a bird tapping out side the bedroom window. He was in his room, which faced away from the sunrise, so he didn't have to worry about the light speeping into his room in the morning. Even thought he tended to get up before the sunrise, it was still nice. He looked at the clock and it read 4:30 after midnight; a.m. and he desided to get up. He pulled off the sheets and soon noticed that he was still wearing the clothes he was yesterday; his faitful spandex, and green muscle shirt.
Once upon a time he hear a rumor that the shirt was made of Gundamium Alloy, and he had to think about this. Unless the store he got it at started selling clothes with the alloy he was very much sure that they did not have any traces of the substance. But really that was just side line information.
He looked around the room, and it was indeed his; he thought maybe Trowa had- Wait Trowa!? He 'jumped' out of the bed, and opened the door to the room he was staying in, he wouldn't call it 'his room' sence he never really had a place to him, and name owership over something like a room, wo prove that he had a home. It was a safehouse, not a home, or a house in which peolpe tended to live. Sure maybe once it may have been used as one, but he douted anyone wanted to live there now.
He opened the door to find the green eyed pilot making breakfast for the two of them. Trowa in Heero's mind had a six sence, to where his fellow pilots were. He started walking down the hall, as Trowa walked down the other way and handed him a cup of hot coffee.
"Wufei's back." Trowa started. He wasn't much of a talker, and it didn't really help that he had a poker face, so most peolpe didn't understand him much. But Heero did seem to understand the other pilot at time, though, sometimes he didn't understand what the 'clown boy' was talking about.
The dark haired boy nodded his head, and walked into the dinning room. He sat down next to Wufei and looked at the black haired counter part. "Wufei, did Quatre of Duo have any new information?" Heero didn't tend to 'beat around the bush', and tended to get straight to the point.
"No, they only backed up the information we already had. So the operation is still moving forward? We are still leaving at 6:00?" The asian pilot replyed. It seemed the three most quite peolpe could talk to one another and have a 'civil' conversation, with out going at one another, or yelling. Everything was quite, and well kept though.
Heero was about to open his mouth, but Trowa said what he was about to say for him. "Yes, it seems that way. And we haven't got anyother missions to say other ways of how we are ment to do things. Just get in get out, and destroy the base." The amber haired pilot replyed taking a sip of his coffee.
Wufei nodded, and so did Heero. "We move out at 5:45, get ready." Said the perfict soilder to the dragon, and the clown. They both noddedm and finished there coffee, and it was tea for Wufei.
Heero went to his lap top to see if there was anynew information, which there wasn't. Not a single new e-mail, from anyone. As Trowa went to have a shower and get ready for the day, and Wufei went to practice with his katana. When Trowa was done, Heero had the bathroom, then Wufei. After Heero was done on the computer, we went to go fix up his gundam.
The gundams had been stored someways away. And he make it a rather quick trip there, with out being seen. He started to work on Wing Gundam, and check the data. He of course had taken his lap top with him. He started going over the data, and calulations of his gundam. He started to read the specifications of the Gundam out. "Specifications: Classification: mobile suit Model number: XXXG-01W, head height: 16.3 meters, dry weight: 7.1 tons, armor materials: Gundanium alloy, armament: vulcan x 2 machine cannon x 2 beam saber x 2 buster rifle x 1. Good good. Now for the ability levels." He replyed going carfully over the Gundam. "Ability levels: fighting ability: level 130, weapon ability: level 140, speed ability: level 145, power ability: level 135, armored ability: level 130. Interesting, the speed, and power ablity are low by 5%." ((1)) He started to try and find the error, and mix it.
Trowa came walking up to the Gundams sometime after. "Heero?" He said looked at Wing, and not seeing the pilot.
"Trowa?" Heero stuck his head out his gundam, he was working on the leg where the problem was. When the other pilot called his name. He was covered in grease from head to toe.
"You can have the shower now." The alburn pilot said bluntly.
"Alright, thought I do have a question for you." Heero said jumping down from his gundam, wipping off his hands on a rag. "What made you send that e-mail?"
Trowa looked alittle stunded at the pilot's question. "Act on your emotions. Something you yourself taught me. And I did. I may not be able to speek my emotions, but I can write them, and it makes them easyer too, if they aren't your own words, but have a greater meaning." He replyed easyly, like he had been said it to himself all night.
"I see, well just don't let it get in the way of the mission. You know what comes frist-" Heero said walking by the other pilot, handing him his laptop.
"The mission." Finsished Trowa. The mission always came frist in Heero's and his own 'book' and nothing would get in the way. "I understand."
Heero nodded, and started to walk away. "Let Wufei use the computer if there is still time, after, to do the corrections on his moble suit, if he wants." Trowa just nodded, and set to work on his gundam.
On the way back Heero noticed Wufei out in the yard, training his mind and body. Which really is the root of all sword play. He whached him for a moment before starting to head inside, when he heard Wufei's voice, call out his name.
"Yuy!" Shouted the asian pilot walking up to him. "Why are you acting so strange today?" The boy just stated what he felt, and that's all the other had ever done, was stay what he felt, or most of the time. "Tell me!" He demanded at the pilot.
"It is not your life, and I may live mine out acting the way I wish. It doesn't matter how I act aslong as the mission is carryed out, does it?" Heero reply calmly, slowly walking back into the house.
"It does, Trowa, you, and I are all poans in this game, and it does matter how we act because he indanger thoughs around us. Understand? And you are acting differently, and it's not because of the mission, because you don't act so... weird when a mission comes around. Tell me what's wrong!" Wufei demanded, wanting to grab Heero and throw him to the ground. "And does it have to do with Trowa? Or with him telling you about how he feels?"
Heero stopped in his tracks. "Yes, and I don't think I can re-turn his emotions. I thought maybe I could, but now I don't think I can. It will put to much a risk, on him, and me. It will give us a weakness, and I can't have that durning this war. I need to limit weakness, not gain one." He stated before walking into the house, but before he walked into the house. He heard Wufei said softly. "And what about Trowa? He knows the risks as well. And he has always acted to save you frist. When he blocked Quatre attack when he was in Zero, and when he looked after you. You don't think about him." But Heero didn't think about it and walked into the 'safe house'.
With in the hour, they where all done verything. It was 5:30, and they where all ready. They would starte the mission earily.
And so the mission begain, with two heartless soilders, now worry about more then just there own hides.
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HHB: Chapter done.
Heero: I seem to have mood swings.
Trowa: Blame HHB, his brother calls him jackel and hide.
HHB: Shut up, Trowa time for the reviews, and Kai, and Rei, or set free!
Kai & Rei: YAH!
HHB: Okay, reviews
To Mara202: I live the song as well, and guess what? I'm listening to that song well righting it. Is the AMV done by a person named Naomi? ^.~ If it is, then it's the AMV I am listening to well writing this story. It just gave me a need to write this story. ^^! Really your frist? Well I thank you for letting me be the first 3+1+3/3x1x3 stories you have read. I love this pairing alot, and I'm not a person who likes 1+2+1/1x2x1 stories. Even though I have read a few, there not my fav. paring, from whaching the the Gundam Wing, and reading alot on it, and owning a lot of it, I still think that Heero, and Trowa are best made for one another. ^^ Thankz for your review though.
To seletua: Thank you very much, reviews like yours make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. ^^;;; Thank you very much as well, I like the Trowa, and Heero pairing the best! Nah! I hope you enjoy the story as much as I like writing it. Also, my editer, doesn't seem to be talking at the moment. So I'll post the edited verstion when it is editted. 'Kay?
HHB: 'Kay, sence I like writing this story so much, maybe there mite be another chapter up later today, or tomorrow who knows?
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((1))= Oz's mass-produced mobile suit Leo is rated at 100 in each category.
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P.s.: Everything that has to do with the Gundams, and the ability, comes straight from the website it self. So don't be picking a fight with me about it, alright!?
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R&R, PLEASE NO FLAMES THOUGH!
Heero: So why are you updating so soon?
HHB: I got two reviews just the day after I posted the story.
Trowa: So?
HHB: I never get reviews right after I post a story so this has me hoping.
Rei & Kai: -just sit there-
HHB: Quatre?
Quatre: Yah?
HHB: You know what to do!
Quatre: Alrighty! Hijiri Hitokiri Battosuai Owns nothing, to right of the peolpe straight from Gundam Wing, though does own alot of Gundam Wing stuff.
HHB:- nodds nodds-
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Heero awoke to the sound of a bird tapping out side the bedroom window. He was in his room, which faced away from the sunrise, so he didn't have to worry about the light speeping into his room in the morning. Even thought he tended to get up before the sunrise, it was still nice. He looked at the clock and it read 4:30 after midnight; a.m. and he desided to get up. He pulled off the sheets and soon noticed that he was still wearing the clothes he was yesterday; his faitful spandex, and green muscle shirt.
Once upon a time he hear a rumor that the shirt was made of Gundamium Alloy, and he had to think about this. Unless the store he got it at started selling clothes with the alloy he was very much sure that they did not have any traces of the substance. But really that was just side line information.
He looked around the room, and it was indeed his; he thought maybe Trowa had- Wait Trowa!? He 'jumped' out of the bed, and opened the door to the room he was staying in, he wouldn't call it 'his room' sence he never really had a place to him, and name owership over something like a room, wo prove that he had a home. It was a safehouse, not a home, or a house in which peolpe tended to live. Sure maybe once it may have been used as one, but he douted anyone wanted to live there now.
He opened the door to find the green eyed pilot making breakfast for the two of them. Trowa in Heero's mind had a six sence, to where his fellow pilots were. He started walking down the hall, as Trowa walked down the other way and handed him a cup of hot coffee.
"Wufei's back." Trowa started. He wasn't much of a talker, and it didn't really help that he had a poker face, so most peolpe didn't understand him much. But Heero did seem to understand the other pilot at time, though, sometimes he didn't understand what the 'clown boy' was talking about.
The dark haired boy nodded his head, and walked into the dinning room. He sat down next to Wufei and looked at the black haired counter part. "Wufei, did Quatre of Duo have any new information?" Heero didn't tend to 'beat around the bush', and tended to get straight to the point.
"No, they only backed up the information we already had. So the operation is still moving forward? We are still leaving at 6:00?" The asian pilot replyed. It seemed the three most quite peolpe could talk to one another and have a 'civil' conversation, with out going at one another, or yelling. Everything was quite, and well kept though.
Heero was about to open his mouth, but Trowa said what he was about to say for him. "Yes, it seems that way. And we haven't got anyother missions to say other ways of how we are ment to do things. Just get in get out, and destroy the base." The amber haired pilot replyed taking a sip of his coffee.
Wufei nodded, and so did Heero. "We move out at 5:45, get ready." Said the perfict soilder to the dragon, and the clown. They both noddedm and finished there coffee, and it was tea for Wufei.
Heero went to his lap top to see if there was anynew information, which there wasn't. Not a single new e-mail, from anyone. As Trowa went to have a shower and get ready for the day, and Wufei went to practice with his katana. When Trowa was done, Heero had the bathroom, then Wufei. After Heero was done on the computer, we went to go fix up his gundam.
The gundams had been stored someways away. And he make it a rather quick trip there, with out being seen. He started to work on Wing Gundam, and check the data. He of course had taken his lap top with him. He started going over the data, and calulations of his gundam. He started to read the specifications of the Gundam out. "Specifications: Classification: mobile suit Model number: XXXG-01W, head height: 16.3 meters, dry weight: 7.1 tons, armor materials: Gundanium alloy, armament: vulcan x 2 machine cannon x 2 beam saber x 2 buster rifle x 1. Good good. Now for the ability levels." He replyed going carfully over the Gundam. "Ability levels: fighting ability: level 130, weapon ability: level 140, speed ability: level 145, power ability: level 135, armored ability: level 130. Interesting, the speed, and power ablity are low by 5%." ((1)) He started to try and find the error, and mix it.
Trowa came walking up to the Gundams sometime after. "Heero?" He said looked at Wing, and not seeing the pilot.
"Trowa?" Heero stuck his head out his gundam, he was working on the leg where the problem was. When the other pilot called his name. He was covered in grease from head to toe.
"You can have the shower now." The alburn pilot said bluntly.
"Alright, thought I do have a question for you." Heero said jumping down from his gundam, wipping off his hands on a rag. "What made you send that e-mail?"
Trowa looked alittle stunded at the pilot's question. "Act on your emotions. Something you yourself taught me. And I did. I may not be able to speek my emotions, but I can write them, and it makes them easyer too, if they aren't your own words, but have a greater meaning." He replyed easyly, like he had been said it to himself all night.
"I see, well just don't let it get in the way of the mission. You know what comes frist-" Heero said walking by the other pilot, handing him his laptop.
"The mission." Finsished Trowa. The mission always came frist in Heero's and his own 'book' and nothing would get in the way. "I understand."
Heero nodded, and started to walk away. "Let Wufei use the computer if there is still time, after, to do the corrections on his moble suit, if he wants." Trowa just nodded, and set to work on his gundam.
On the way back Heero noticed Wufei out in the yard, training his mind and body. Which really is the root of all sword play. He whached him for a moment before starting to head inside, when he heard Wufei's voice, call out his name.
"Yuy!" Shouted the asian pilot walking up to him. "Why are you acting so strange today?" The boy just stated what he felt, and that's all the other had ever done, was stay what he felt, or most of the time. "Tell me!" He demanded at the pilot.
"It is not your life, and I may live mine out acting the way I wish. It doesn't matter how I act aslong as the mission is carryed out, does it?" Heero reply calmly, slowly walking back into the house.
"It does, Trowa, you, and I are all poans in this game, and it does matter how we act because he indanger thoughs around us. Understand? And you are acting differently, and it's not because of the mission, because you don't act so... weird when a mission comes around. Tell me what's wrong!" Wufei demanded, wanting to grab Heero and throw him to the ground. "And does it have to do with Trowa? Or with him telling you about how he feels?"
Heero stopped in his tracks. "Yes, and I don't think I can re-turn his emotions. I thought maybe I could, but now I don't think I can. It will put to much a risk, on him, and me. It will give us a weakness, and I can't have that durning this war. I need to limit weakness, not gain one." He stated before walking into the house, but before he walked into the house. He heard Wufei said softly. "And what about Trowa? He knows the risks as well. And he has always acted to save you frist. When he blocked Quatre attack when he was in Zero, and when he looked after you. You don't think about him." But Heero didn't think about it and walked into the 'safe house'.
With in the hour, they where all done verything. It was 5:30, and they where all ready. They would starte the mission earily.
And so the mission begain, with two heartless soilders, now worry about more then just there own hides.
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HHB: Chapter done.
Heero: I seem to have mood swings.
Trowa: Blame HHB, his brother calls him jackel and hide.
HHB: Shut up, Trowa time for the reviews, and Kai, and Rei, or set free!
Kai & Rei: YAH!
HHB: Okay, reviews
To Mara202: I live the song as well, and guess what? I'm listening to that song well righting it. Is the AMV done by a person named Naomi? ^.~ If it is, then it's the AMV I am listening to well writing this story. It just gave me a need to write this story. ^^! Really your frist? Well I thank you for letting me be the first 3+1+3/3x1x3 stories you have read. I love this pairing alot, and I'm not a person who likes 1+2+1/1x2x1 stories. Even though I have read a few, there not my fav. paring, from whaching the the Gundam Wing, and reading alot on it, and owning a lot of it, I still think that Heero, and Trowa are best made for one another. ^^ Thankz for your review though.
To seletua: Thank you very much, reviews like yours make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. ^^;;; Thank you very much as well, I like the Trowa, and Heero pairing the best! Nah! I hope you enjoy the story as much as I like writing it. Also, my editer, doesn't seem to be talking at the moment. So I'll post the edited verstion when it is editted. 'Kay?
HHB: 'Kay, sence I like writing this story so much, maybe there mite be another chapter up later today, or tomorrow who knows?
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((1))= Oz's mass-produced mobile suit Leo is rated at 100 in each category.
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P.s.: Everything that has to do with the Gundams, and the ability, comes straight from the website it self. So don't be picking a fight with me about it, alright!?
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R&R, PLEASE NO FLAMES THOUGH!
