October 23, 2004

Author's Note!

YES!! I'm finally writing this fic! The idea was originally invented during the twilight years of BSB fandom – five years ago now? Jeez, I'm getting OLD! -- and after I saw the first three episodes of GW – a test run by YTV to see if the show would be popular. Well... five singers, five pilots... why not?

I am officially coming out of the closet. I LIKE BSB, damn it! At least their songs were catchy, and they understood the meaning of "tune" and "harmony". Sigh OK, Rant finished!

Disclaimer: If I owned either BSB or GW, I wouldn't be reduced to writing such sad fanfiction. I would have a life.

Gundam's Back, ALL RIGHT!

Prologue: I want it that way.

Duo poked his head around the door to Heero's room. The Japanese pilot, ever antisocial, had been holed up in there ever since the new mission had come down from HQ. No one else was privy to the intimate details of their next attack on Oz, only that it would cripple Treize's forces, and allow the pilots a unique chance – to infiltrate into the deepest heart of their enemy's base without interruption.

Heero didn't notice the intrusion into his private sanctuary. His eyes were closed, leaning back in his chair, looking almost relaxed. As relaxed as Heero ever got, anyways.

Duo thought for a second that his friend was sleeping, until he noticed the other pilot's lips moving soundlessly. Earphones were firmly clamped over Heero's ears, though what diabolical message of destruction could be playing on the CD was beyond Duo's imagination. Probably Linkin Park.

With a sigh, the American pilot closed the door, slamming it out of malicious spite – something we would never have dared had Heero been able to hear him. It seemed like he and the rest of the pilots would just have to wait to find out what their mission would be.

Hearing the door close, Heero opened one eye slowly. Good. Duo was gone. Reaching down, Heero stealthily turned the volume back up on his CD player, loud enough to hear the songs, but not so loud that he couldn't hear his own voice, singing along.

"Tell me why, ain't nothin' but a heartache. Tell me why, ain't nothin' but a mistake..."

What a stupid mission.

END PROLOGUE!!

So what do you think? Is this worth pursuing?! Well, I'm off to write the next chapter, so I suppose it's a little late BUT YOU CAN STILL STOP THE INSANITY. Leave a review down below, and put a halt to this madness, I beg you.

Xtine the Pop-singing Pirate.