Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon, and I am not making
any profit (other than personal growth) from this story.
Notes: Last I checked, chapter one received six reviews. Those that have reviewed seemed to have enjoyed their reading experience. Does anyone else jump up and down and squeal when they get one of those really nifty reviews? You guys know what I'm talking about: the reviews that actually give insight into your story from another person's point-of-view. Between the reviews and a really awesome story that just was updated in the GW/SM section of FF.Net, I was wired. I get a rush just from reading really spiffy material. My life must be so lame!
In this chapter, weird things happen that I hadn't planned, but I am still smirking over the outcome. In my very conceited opinion, this is some GOOD stuff. I don't even know where some of it came from. I was beyond amazed with myself, especially since I've been off-line for so long now. But it's up to you guys to determine how good or sorry it actually is.
Warnings: Angst, romance, weirdness. There is a reason for Ami being portrayed as she is, if anyone thinks that she's a little OOC. I'm trying to stick to their personalities, but an author will always have influence over the characters.
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Save My Sanity
Misty H
Chapter Two
So, it wasn't quite what was planned. But he, though damn near perfect, was, in fact, not the pilot 01, and therefore complications were bound to arise from the tiny flaw in his flawlessness.
An agitated Wufei peered around an obscure doorframe, trying to pinpoint his exact location. Though, for some reason, it seemed a little difficult. Said difficulty was probably due to a strange fog that had crept around corridors, underneath doors, and through the air ducts.
Wufei was really, really unhappy.
His "stealth mission" had turned itself into a three-ring circus. All that was missing was the suicidal clown. Barton must have decided to take a vacation.
He mentally cursed as he tried to judge just how far he had to go to get to the central control room. At this point in the mission, he just wanted to shoot something. He was sure it would be a most wonderful stress reliever.
The temperature dropped another ten degrees, and something eerily similar to snow fell into his eye. The Chinese man glanced up, and was rewarded with a splash of water. His eyes narrowed even further. Were those icicles?
A computer behind him short-circuited. Wufei jumped in surprise as sparks flew randomly into the air. The desk appointed to the machine was covered in slowly freezing water.
'It must be that apocalypse that Maxwell is always ranting about,' he thought wryly. There could be no other explanation. 'The Christian God must be extremely displeased with OZ.' Wufei absently wondered if that meant that Jesus supported the Gundams. 'Probably not.'
"Attention all personnel. Prisoner 5993-007 has escaped. Please prepare for a lockdown of all individual levels. Report to your emergency positions immediately."
Wufei winced at the announcer's sugary-sweet voice, but not for long. If they locked down their levels, there would be a possibility of his imminent capture. He had no intention of spending any more time in confinement. If a weakling prisoner could escape from a simple cell, then he could find his way through the maze of an elementary OZ facility.
He briefly wondered who had escaped, but the thought was banished as soon as he stepped outside the office door. Ice, covered with a fine sheen of water, coated the floor in all visible directions. Wufei hit the ground hard, with barely enough time to register that he was falling. A shadow passed before his eyes, and he managed to bring his gun into bearing as he slid to a stop.
"Is that you?" a small voice whispered. Wufei blinked. Surely it wasn't...
It was.
"I hate women," he muttered, lowering his gun. Through the dense fog he could just see the shine of her blue hair. So this was the escaped prisoner.
A hand appeared in front of his face, and without thinking, he accepted the help up. He looked over, and realized that he could see the strange girl's face clearly. Moreover, floor tiles within two feet of himself and his companion were miraculously dry. His dark, suspicious gaze landed on her face once more, and he studied her intently.
She looked pale and drawn, though he could not imagine why. OZ did feed its prisoners, last time he had checked. There was a black mark across her temple. On further inspection, he recognized the markings of dried blood. She was injured.
"Where did you get that?" he questioned, his tone as frosty as the fog surrounding them. She blushed, and her gaze flitted away to land on some object Wufei couldn't identify. It was a long moment before she spoke, and when she did, her voice was strained.
"The soldiers fired at us just after you ran into me. A bullet must have grazed me." Silence ensued. Wufei shrugged off the feeling of guilt that was slowly crawling through his system. The woman had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't his fault that she was hit by a bullet meant for him.
Suddenly Wufei realized that he was still holding hands with her. He automatically released her, but was surprised when she didn't follow suit. If anything, her slender fingers curled more tightly around his wrist, and she clung to him like he was her only salvation. Wufei suddenly remembered his ever-diminishing time limit.
"Woman, let go!" he snapped, trying to shake her off. She blinked and continued to cling weakly to his wrist.
"Don't," she whispered. "If I let go, you'll fall."
Wufei snorted. "I don't have time for this!" he growled. She winced at his sharp tone, but he pretended not to notice.
"The fog and ice are here to protect me. If you stay with me, we can both escape safely." Her blue eyes were dulled with weariness, but her tone was firm. "If you lead us out, I'll take care of the rest."
Wufei stared at her in disbelief. Was she on some sort of serum? Had that bullet gone deep enough to damage the tissues of her brain? "Fine," he muttered, reversing their position so that he was holding her instead. He gave her wrist a swift jerk. "Let's go, woman." She followed obediently, but he managed to catch her muttered reply.
"My name is Ami, jackass."
~~~
Ami had had it up to here with her ungrateful "rescuee." He jerked her this way and that, not caring that she was tired and weakened from the strain of continuously using her powers. She hoped he found an exit soon; she didn't think she could go on for much longer with this kind of energy drain.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she slammed into the solid wall that constituted as the young man's back. The air wheezed out of her, and she stumbled backwards. However, his grip on her arm managed to steady her, and she panted slightly from her exertions. She glanced up at him, her expression quizzical. To her surprise, she found him looking straight at her. He was only around three inches taller, but for a moment, he almost seemed huge.
"It is dishonorable for a woman to kiss a man who is a stranger," he said quietly as he pulled her closer to him and to the corner that he currently resided. "Such an action presents the woman as foolish and wanton." He hesitated for a brief moment. "My name is Chang Wufei. Now I am not a stranger."
Ami's complexion paled as all the blood decided to leave her face. What the hell was he talking about?
The next thing she knew, he had swept her into the corner, covering her smaller body with his bulkier one. Hot lips found hers through the thinned mist separating them, and Ami felt her body melting. Her cooler lips warmed to his careful touch, and she relished the feeling of his body pressing into hers.
Wufei kissed her carefully, as if afraid that tasting too much of her would drive him mad. Maybe it would. His lips nibbled a path to her ear, and his tongue darted out to flick the delicate lobe. She shuddered beneath his ministrations.
As if from a far distance away, he heard footsteps thudding on the floor behind him. The soldiers were gone.
Ami sighed as Wufei pulled back. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his comforting weight leave her. She studied him carefully. No, he definitely did not look like he was just making out with someone he had never truly met. Anger rushed through her body, and color quickly returned with abundance to her fair features. What game did he think he was playing?
She decided to ask him. "What was that for?" she whispered furiously. He, now known to be Wufei, glanced over at her briefly before returning his thoughtful gaze to the hanger in front of them. She stomped her foot in impatience. She was not going to be treated this way.
His dark head swiveled around once more, this time with an intimidating scowl. Ami gave back as good as she got. A growl escaped from his lips—lips that had not two minutes ago been kissing her.
"Can you not just shut up for one minute? All of your fuming is going to bring back those soldiers!" Wufei spat, gripping her wrist until it hurt. Ami stared back, her expression changing to one of hurt, and then, nonchalance. He had only kissed her to keep the soldiers from seeing them in the fog. He hadn't wanted to. Of course, he couldn't have wanted to kiss her. He didn't even know her!
"Woman!" Ami pulled herself out of her internal musing for a moment. It was with extreme embarrassment that she met his gaze.
"What?" she asked shortly, too tired to care about manners. It wasn't like he had any anyway.
"Are you controlling the freakish weather in here?" She only nodded in reply. A freak—that was what she was. It didn't bother her when anyone else said that, not anymore. Then why did it bother her to hear it from him? 'Probably because he took my first kiss, the imbecile.'
"Then why is the ice melting?"
It wasn't until she heard the panicky shock in his voice that she noticed their surroundings. "Uh-oh," she stuttered out. "Um, Wufei?"
"What, woman?" he asked, taking in their surroundings. He could see teams of soldiers patrolling the hanger. There was almost no chance of escape.
"I'm afraid I've used up all my nonessential and part of my essential energy supply. My adrenaline has fled, and I'm going to pass out now." That was the only warning he received before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her body seemed to fold in on itself, and Wufei moved quickly to grab her before her head connected with the floor. In the process of his maneuvering, he managed to knock over a nearby broom. The resulting clatter was enough to bring down an entire platoon of soldiers upon them.
The click of the safety being switched off was the last thing Ami heard before her world went dark.
***
Read, review, throw it in the trash bin on your computer. Constructive criticism is always welcome! (You guys don't know how nervous I was to read your reviews on Sunday. I was so out of it!)
Notes: Last I checked, chapter one received six reviews. Those that have reviewed seemed to have enjoyed their reading experience. Does anyone else jump up and down and squeal when they get one of those really nifty reviews? You guys know what I'm talking about: the reviews that actually give insight into your story from another person's point-of-view. Between the reviews and a really awesome story that just was updated in the GW/SM section of FF.Net, I was wired. I get a rush just from reading really spiffy material. My life must be so lame!
In this chapter, weird things happen that I hadn't planned, but I am still smirking over the outcome. In my very conceited opinion, this is some GOOD stuff. I don't even know where some of it came from. I was beyond amazed with myself, especially since I've been off-line for so long now. But it's up to you guys to determine how good or sorry it actually is.
Warnings: Angst, romance, weirdness. There is a reason for Ami being portrayed as she is, if anyone thinks that she's a little OOC. I'm trying to stick to their personalities, but an author will always have influence over the characters.
***
Save My Sanity
Misty H
Chapter Two
So, it wasn't quite what was planned. But he, though damn near perfect, was, in fact, not the pilot 01, and therefore complications were bound to arise from the tiny flaw in his flawlessness.
An agitated Wufei peered around an obscure doorframe, trying to pinpoint his exact location. Though, for some reason, it seemed a little difficult. Said difficulty was probably due to a strange fog that had crept around corridors, underneath doors, and through the air ducts.
Wufei was really, really unhappy.
His "stealth mission" had turned itself into a three-ring circus. All that was missing was the suicidal clown. Barton must have decided to take a vacation.
He mentally cursed as he tried to judge just how far he had to go to get to the central control room. At this point in the mission, he just wanted to shoot something. He was sure it would be a most wonderful stress reliever.
The temperature dropped another ten degrees, and something eerily similar to snow fell into his eye. The Chinese man glanced up, and was rewarded with a splash of water. His eyes narrowed even further. Were those icicles?
A computer behind him short-circuited. Wufei jumped in surprise as sparks flew randomly into the air. The desk appointed to the machine was covered in slowly freezing water.
'It must be that apocalypse that Maxwell is always ranting about,' he thought wryly. There could be no other explanation. 'The Christian God must be extremely displeased with OZ.' Wufei absently wondered if that meant that Jesus supported the Gundams. 'Probably not.'
"Attention all personnel. Prisoner 5993-007 has escaped. Please prepare for a lockdown of all individual levels. Report to your emergency positions immediately."
Wufei winced at the announcer's sugary-sweet voice, but not for long. If they locked down their levels, there would be a possibility of his imminent capture. He had no intention of spending any more time in confinement. If a weakling prisoner could escape from a simple cell, then he could find his way through the maze of an elementary OZ facility.
He briefly wondered who had escaped, but the thought was banished as soon as he stepped outside the office door. Ice, covered with a fine sheen of water, coated the floor in all visible directions. Wufei hit the ground hard, with barely enough time to register that he was falling. A shadow passed before his eyes, and he managed to bring his gun into bearing as he slid to a stop.
"Is that you?" a small voice whispered. Wufei blinked. Surely it wasn't...
It was.
"I hate women," he muttered, lowering his gun. Through the dense fog he could just see the shine of her blue hair. So this was the escaped prisoner.
A hand appeared in front of his face, and without thinking, he accepted the help up. He looked over, and realized that he could see the strange girl's face clearly. Moreover, floor tiles within two feet of himself and his companion were miraculously dry. His dark, suspicious gaze landed on her face once more, and he studied her intently.
She looked pale and drawn, though he could not imagine why. OZ did feed its prisoners, last time he had checked. There was a black mark across her temple. On further inspection, he recognized the markings of dried blood. She was injured.
"Where did you get that?" he questioned, his tone as frosty as the fog surrounding them. She blushed, and her gaze flitted away to land on some object Wufei couldn't identify. It was a long moment before she spoke, and when she did, her voice was strained.
"The soldiers fired at us just after you ran into me. A bullet must have grazed me." Silence ensued. Wufei shrugged off the feeling of guilt that was slowly crawling through his system. The woman had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't his fault that she was hit by a bullet meant for him.
Suddenly Wufei realized that he was still holding hands with her. He automatically released her, but was surprised when she didn't follow suit. If anything, her slender fingers curled more tightly around his wrist, and she clung to him like he was her only salvation. Wufei suddenly remembered his ever-diminishing time limit.
"Woman, let go!" he snapped, trying to shake her off. She blinked and continued to cling weakly to his wrist.
"Don't," she whispered. "If I let go, you'll fall."
Wufei snorted. "I don't have time for this!" he growled. She winced at his sharp tone, but he pretended not to notice.
"The fog and ice are here to protect me. If you stay with me, we can both escape safely." Her blue eyes were dulled with weariness, but her tone was firm. "If you lead us out, I'll take care of the rest."
Wufei stared at her in disbelief. Was she on some sort of serum? Had that bullet gone deep enough to damage the tissues of her brain? "Fine," he muttered, reversing their position so that he was holding her instead. He gave her wrist a swift jerk. "Let's go, woman." She followed obediently, but he managed to catch her muttered reply.
"My name is Ami, jackass."
~~~
Ami had had it up to here with her ungrateful "rescuee." He jerked her this way and that, not caring that she was tired and weakened from the strain of continuously using her powers. She hoped he found an exit soon; she didn't think she could go on for much longer with this kind of energy drain.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she slammed into the solid wall that constituted as the young man's back. The air wheezed out of her, and she stumbled backwards. However, his grip on her arm managed to steady her, and she panted slightly from her exertions. She glanced up at him, her expression quizzical. To her surprise, she found him looking straight at her. He was only around three inches taller, but for a moment, he almost seemed huge.
"It is dishonorable for a woman to kiss a man who is a stranger," he said quietly as he pulled her closer to him and to the corner that he currently resided. "Such an action presents the woman as foolish and wanton." He hesitated for a brief moment. "My name is Chang Wufei. Now I am not a stranger."
Ami's complexion paled as all the blood decided to leave her face. What the hell was he talking about?
The next thing she knew, he had swept her into the corner, covering her smaller body with his bulkier one. Hot lips found hers through the thinned mist separating them, and Ami felt her body melting. Her cooler lips warmed to his careful touch, and she relished the feeling of his body pressing into hers.
Wufei kissed her carefully, as if afraid that tasting too much of her would drive him mad. Maybe it would. His lips nibbled a path to her ear, and his tongue darted out to flick the delicate lobe. She shuddered beneath his ministrations.
As if from a far distance away, he heard footsteps thudding on the floor behind him. The soldiers were gone.
Ami sighed as Wufei pulled back. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his comforting weight leave her. She studied him carefully. No, he definitely did not look like he was just making out with someone he had never truly met. Anger rushed through her body, and color quickly returned with abundance to her fair features. What game did he think he was playing?
She decided to ask him. "What was that for?" she whispered furiously. He, now known to be Wufei, glanced over at her briefly before returning his thoughtful gaze to the hanger in front of them. She stomped her foot in impatience. She was not going to be treated this way.
His dark head swiveled around once more, this time with an intimidating scowl. Ami gave back as good as she got. A growl escaped from his lips—lips that had not two minutes ago been kissing her.
"Can you not just shut up for one minute? All of your fuming is going to bring back those soldiers!" Wufei spat, gripping her wrist until it hurt. Ami stared back, her expression changing to one of hurt, and then, nonchalance. He had only kissed her to keep the soldiers from seeing them in the fog. He hadn't wanted to. Of course, he couldn't have wanted to kiss her. He didn't even know her!
"Woman!" Ami pulled herself out of her internal musing for a moment. It was with extreme embarrassment that she met his gaze.
"What?" she asked shortly, too tired to care about manners. It wasn't like he had any anyway.
"Are you controlling the freakish weather in here?" She only nodded in reply. A freak—that was what she was. It didn't bother her when anyone else said that, not anymore. Then why did it bother her to hear it from him? 'Probably because he took my first kiss, the imbecile.'
"Then why is the ice melting?"
It wasn't until she heard the panicky shock in his voice that she noticed their surroundings. "Uh-oh," she stuttered out. "Um, Wufei?"
"What, woman?" he asked, taking in their surroundings. He could see teams of soldiers patrolling the hanger. There was almost no chance of escape.
"I'm afraid I've used up all my nonessential and part of my essential energy supply. My adrenaline has fled, and I'm going to pass out now." That was the only warning he received before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her body seemed to fold in on itself, and Wufei moved quickly to grab her before her head connected with the floor. In the process of his maneuvering, he managed to knock over a nearby broom. The resulting clatter was enough to bring down an entire platoon of soldiers upon them.
The click of the safety being switched off was the last thing Ami heard before her world went dark.
***
Read, review, throw it in the trash bin on your computer. Constructive criticism is always welcome! (You guys don't know how nervous I was to read your reviews on Sunday. I was so out of it!)