Disclaimer: (which I forgot in the last chapter) I own an idea. That
would be the one for this story. The idea that I do not own would be
the one that created the Gundam Wing universe.
AN: I'm sorry these chapters are so short, I'm suffering from sever writers block when it comes to this story. Just so that you know I'm posting as it comes to me so um… please be kind.
Two Shots: Ricocheted Redemption
One shot was fired and the small handgun flew from Quatre's tightened fingers into the fountain water behind him.
A shock jolted through the compact blonde's mind and a whispered word phrased it.
"Heero."
His head snapped to the left, his eyes unseeing as his spaceheart took him to a room two miles away in a huge industrial building, where Heero kneeled, quickly dismantling a long-range rifle.
There was a ringing silence and stillness before a current of breaking emotions and movement overwhelmed the park clearing.
Police converged upon him. Pulling him down onto the water covered concrete and pushing Trowa, who had been his only lifeline, farther from him.
Everything slowed.
Until all Quatre remembered, was the sound of gently falling rain.
//And the latest in…//
Around the world the media was going crazy over the newest scandal…
//Mr. Rashid do you think you could make a-. What did you know of your employer's relationship with man: Trowa Barton? Did you ever meet Mr.-//
The head of the largest company in the earth and the colonies had snapped…
//Behind me now is the famous Beurto Nevan's Institution where the now, Not-So-Golden-Boy, Quatre Winner, is undergoing severe phyco-therapy- //
And his relationship wasn't even the biggest part …
// "Trowa doesn't wish to speak with the press! Leave us alone!" "Miss. Bloom, where you aware of your 'adopted brother's' relationship with Golden-Boy Winner? Could you tell us about the alleged claims that your 'brother' was the leader of the so-called Operation Meteor?"//
That after three days in a colonial hospital…
Quatre Raberba Winner vanished.
Owari
AN: I'm sorry these chapters are so short, I'm suffering from sever writers block when it comes to this story. Just so that you know I'm posting as it comes to me so um… please be kind.
Two Shots: Ricocheted Redemption
One shot was fired and the small handgun flew from Quatre's tightened fingers into the fountain water behind him.
A shock jolted through the compact blonde's mind and a whispered word phrased it.
"Heero."
His head snapped to the left, his eyes unseeing as his spaceheart took him to a room two miles away in a huge industrial building, where Heero kneeled, quickly dismantling a long-range rifle.
There was a ringing silence and stillness before a current of breaking emotions and movement overwhelmed the park clearing.
Police converged upon him. Pulling him down onto the water covered concrete and pushing Trowa, who had been his only lifeline, farther from him.
Everything slowed.
Until all Quatre remembered, was the sound of gently falling rain.
//And the latest in…//
Around the world the media was going crazy over the newest scandal…
//Mr. Rashid do you think you could make a-. What did you know of your employer's relationship with man: Trowa Barton? Did you ever meet Mr.-//
The head of the largest company in the earth and the colonies had snapped…
//Behind me now is the famous Beurto Nevan's Institution where the now, Not-So-Golden-Boy, Quatre Winner, is undergoing severe phyco-therapy- //
And his relationship wasn't even the biggest part …
// "Trowa doesn't wish to speak with the press! Leave us alone!" "Miss. Bloom, where you aware of your 'adopted brother's' relationship with Golden-Boy Winner? Could you tell us about the alleged claims that your 'brother' was the leader of the so-called Operation Meteor?"//
That after three days in a colonial hospital…
Quatre Raberba Winner vanished.
Owari