Title: Gundam Diaries Part 30 ~ Quatre
Author: Makoto Sagara
Category: Angst, Romance
Pairings: 5x2x5, 3x4, 1+2, R+1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shonen ai, language, OOC, angst, crazy Relena
Disclaimers: I make no money, so suing is pointless. If you think I own GW, then you need to see someone. I have the number to a nice doctor... Oh, SALLY!
A/N: So much for my break, huh? I started this chapter the night I finished 29. What can I say? A recent tragedy in my life gave me a different prospective for me to work from and GD seemed the best place to vent all my angst and anger through. So, you all get spoiled. Enjoy this, because the next five chapters are the plan and aftermath of said plan.
Dedication: To Mo-chan, Yuki-chan, Rainy, and Duo-chan. Thank you for trying to cheer me up. It worked a little, and it got me to get my fingers back to the keyboard to write Gundam Wing fanfiction again. I owe you four a lot! *hugglz and kissies*
Symbols: *blah* emphasized thought
*~*~* Major change of scene
*~~~* Minor change of scene
April 25th, AC 195... 22:19:47
This day has proved to be most productive. Heero seems to have set up some rather nice traps for any idiot who might think that following the Peacecraft up the mountainside would be fun. Duo and Wufei have added their own lovely brand of traps, which Duo refers to as 'Maxwell's Bomb o' Fun'. I think that needs no explanation, although the fact that he has corrupted Wufei so much is a bit frightening. I think I heard Wufei muttering about having to plant something that looked like a miniature bat with a bomb strapped to it a bit morbid and childish. I refuse to ask. Trowa and I have also set up a bomb that will set off an avalanche after the girls arrive at the cabin.
I am looking forward to the morning. The plan will be started, and I will finally have the opportunity to discuss my difference of opinion with Ms. Catalonia. This time without a sword, and she will *not* get a second chance to win against me. There are *no* second chances with me... except for friendships with the other pilots.
There is mention of sleep, but I am wound too tightly to actually get some rest. This cabin has exactly two rooms: the living quarters with a kitchenette area, a pullout couch, and a bed, and a bathroom that will serve for adequate usages. Heero was not joking when he said that it held only the necessities for survival here in the mountains. At least there is heat here, so we won't freeze to death from the cold.
Not that you would know that from Duo's bellyaching. He claimed that his nose was about to freeze off and he could no longer feel his toes. Wufei decided to shove him under a blanket in front of the actual wood-burning fireplace and told him that if he said one more thing about the cold, he would be out in the snow. There has been no noise from that part of the room for the last hour or so.
Trowa has banned me from any more coffee, and Duo has run out of soda, so I feel the effects from the long flight here in Sandrock, the hours of setting up the bombs and transportable surveillance equipment, and the actual setup of the cabin. What I wouldn't give to have some hot chocolate or tea. The cabin is much too quiet for my tastes, since it is actually holding all five of us at once.
Heero is sitting on the bed, typing away furiously at his laptop. We decided that Duo would be best close to the fire, sleeping soundly it seems. Wufei is taking a corner of the room where he can watch the door, but I think he is actually meditating. Trowa and I got the couch, since it pulls out into a double bed. That leaves Heero on the twin bed, where he will be comfortable, he assured us. Actually, Trowa is in the kitchenette, making something that refuses to let me see, or even know about. He mentioned something about preparing breakfast ahead of time for our early day tomorrow.
It is only a little after eleven PM here, and yet, I feel the need to sleep. I will sign off now with these last words. Tomorrow will make Relena rue the day she decided that Duo was disposable, and Dorothy will think twice about challenging me again.
Until next time, good night.
~ Quatre Raberba Winner
Author: Makoto Sagara
Category: Angst, Romance
Pairings: 5x2x5, 3x4, 1+2, R+1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shonen ai, language, OOC, angst, crazy Relena
Disclaimers: I make no money, so suing is pointless. If you think I own GW, then you need to see someone. I have the number to a nice doctor... Oh, SALLY!
A/N: So much for my break, huh? I started this chapter the night I finished 29. What can I say? A recent tragedy in my life gave me a different prospective for me to work from and GD seemed the best place to vent all my angst and anger through. So, you all get spoiled. Enjoy this, because the next five chapters are the plan and aftermath of said plan.
Dedication: To Mo-chan, Yuki-chan, Rainy, and Duo-chan. Thank you for trying to cheer me up. It worked a little, and it got me to get my fingers back to the keyboard to write Gundam Wing fanfiction again. I owe you four a lot! *hugglz and kissies*
Symbols: *blah* emphasized thought
*~*~* Major change of scene
*~~~* Minor change of scene
April 25th, AC 195... 22:19:47
This day has proved to be most productive. Heero seems to have set up some rather nice traps for any idiot who might think that following the Peacecraft up the mountainside would be fun. Duo and Wufei have added their own lovely brand of traps, which Duo refers to as 'Maxwell's Bomb o' Fun'. I think that needs no explanation, although the fact that he has corrupted Wufei so much is a bit frightening. I think I heard Wufei muttering about having to plant something that looked like a miniature bat with a bomb strapped to it a bit morbid and childish. I refuse to ask. Trowa and I have also set up a bomb that will set off an avalanche after the girls arrive at the cabin.
I am looking forward to the morning. The plan will be started, and I will finally have the opportunity to discuss my difference of opinion with Ms. Catalonia. This time without a sword, and she will *not* get a second chance to win against me. There are *no* second chances with me... except for friendships with the other pilots.
There is mention of sleep, but I am wound too tightly to actually get some rest. This cabin has exactly two rooms: the living quarters with a kitchenette area, a pullout couch, and a bed, and a bathroom that will serve for adequate usages. Heero was not joking when he said that it held only the necessities for survival here in the mountains. At least there is heat here, so we won't freeze to death from the cold.
Not that you would know that from Duo's bellyaching. He claimed that his nose was about to freeze off and he could no longer feel his toes. Wufei decided to shove him under a blanket in front of the actual wood-burning fireplace and told him that if he said one more thing about the cold, he would be out in the snow. There has been no noise from that part of the room for the last hour or so.
Trowa has banned me from any more coffee, and Duo has run out of soda, so I feel the effects from the long flight here in Sandrock, the hours of setting up the bombs and transportable surveillance equipment, and the actual setup of the cabin. What I wouldn't give to have some hot chocolate or tea. The cabin is much too quiet for my tastes, since it is actually holding all five of us at once.
Heero is sitting on the bed, typing away furiously at his laptop. We decided that Duo would be best close to the fire, sleeping soundly it seems. Wufei is taking a corner of the room where he can watch the door, but I think he is actually meditating. Trowa and I got the couch, since it pulls out into a double bed. That leaves Heero on the twin bed, where he will be comfortable, he assured us. Actually, Trowa is in the kitchenette, making something that refuses to let me see, or even know about. He mentioned something about preparing breakfast ahead of time for our early day tomorrow.
It is only a little after eleven PM here, and yet, I feel the need to sleep. I will sign off now with these last words. Tomorrow will make Relena rue the day she decided that Duo was disposable, and Dorothy will think twice about challenging me again.
Until next time, good night.
~ Quatre Raberba Winner