Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Acquiescence ❯ One-Shot
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By: Panda_no_Otaku 
People come an go all the time, don't they? Do the actions of one person really make that much of a difference?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.16.2003 | Updated On: 11.16.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 692 | Visits: 438 | Status: Completed
People come an go all the time, don't they? Do the actions of one person really make that much of a difference?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.16.2003 | Updated On: 11.16.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 692 | Visits: 438 | Status: Completed
Acquiescence
by Otaku_no_Panda
Disclaimer: As usual, I would like to state that I own absolutely none of the characters: no money is being or shall be made off of them. I should also state that I do not own 'Denny's' and would like to clearly express that the description of the restaurant contained herein is not a reflection of any 'Denny's' I have ever into. The name 'Denny's' is used only because a restaurant starting with 'D' - one that served breakfast at all hours - was necessary.
Warnings: Angst, weirdness, philosophically weird, somewhat OOC, Heero
You'd think it'd be, 'Why did you leave?' or, 'Why did you just walk away from all of us?' or even, 'What the hell were you thinking?!' But, of course, I would not be so lucky as to have anything in my life ever make sense, now would I?
- Rhetorical question; answer: no. -
Out of any of the multitude of things I could be asked, it had to be - it always has to be - 'What made you stop, why did you come back?'
What made you stop? Was I not supposed to? Is there some unwritten code for wanderers that I have never heard of?! I doubt it would bother me so much if my answer weren't so... mundane, or if I could actually finish it without being interrupted for once. Because as soon as that 'D-' falls past my lips, everyone finishes the sentence for me.
'Oh! Duo!'
No. Not Duo.
Not Dorlain, either.
I stopped because I was hungry. It was two-thirty Wednesday morning on January 1st, and I wanted breakfast. Nothing special, just coffee, grits - No, Duo did not get me hooked on them, it was all Trowa's fault - and some fruit. I had about seven bucks in my pocket and I couldn't feel my legs from the hip down. So, I did what any hungry early-morning traveler would do, I went to Denny's.
That's it!
I went to Denny's, sat in a two-seater booth as close to the emergency exit as possible - old habits are about as hard to kill as I was... am... whatever -, and ordered my meager breakfast. Within a few minutes, fresh bong-water coffee, half of a shriveled grapefruit, and a grayish bowl of gelatinous slop sat in front of me.
-You're wondering what any of this has to do with my returning, aren't you?-
Nothing on the table could have been palatable, except for the prepackaged creamers, which I ended up drinking straight. I left ten minutes after I arrived, five dollars poorer and not having warmed up a bit.
That's why I came back.
Yes, I did miss the camaraderie a little; Yes, I did like not having to live out of a suitcase all the time; Yes, I did miss Duo and Relena, they are two of my best friends after all; But I also realized that I was living frugally - always have - and that I had just put out five bucks for cafeteria slop that had been sitting out for who knew how long.
I could get slop, as well as a steady job and living quarters, for free; all I had to do was walk back.
So I did.
See?
- Rhetorical question. -
No big decision, no 'ah-ha!' moment, just me being a winter hating penny pincher.
I may be gone again after the ground finally thaws, I may not: Convenience breeds acquiescence and all that.
Of course, I'll make sure to tell someone, just so they don't ask me where I went, or why I went, or why I'm back.
You'd think they'd stop asking, but I doubt I'd ever be so lucky.
I have my mother to thank for the description of the coffee; apparently, that's what everyone she works with calls the free coffee served in the morning.
Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
by Otaku_no_Panda
Disclaimer: As usual, I would like to state that I own absolutely none of the characters: no money is being or shall be made off of them. I should also state that I do not own 'Denny's' and would like to clearly express that the description of the restaurant contained herein is not a reflection of any 'Denny's' I have ever into. The name 'Denny's' is used only because a restaurant starting with 'D' - one that served breakfast at all hours - was necessary.
Warnings: Angst, weirdness, philosophically weird, somewhat OOC, Heero
You'd think it'd be, 'Why did you leave?' or, 'Why did you just walk away from all of us?' or even, 'What the hell were you thinking?!' But, of course, I would not be so lucky as to have anything in my life ever make sense, now would I?
- Rhetorical question; answer: no. -
Out of any of the multitude of things I could be asked, it had to be - it always has to be - 'What made you stop, why did you come back?'
What made you stop? Was I not supposed to? Is there some unwritten code for wanderers that I have never heard of?! I doubt it would bother me so much if my answer weren't so... mundane, or if I could actually finish it without being interrupted for once. Because as soon as that 'D-' falls past my lips, everyone finishes the sentence for me.
'Oh! Duo!'
No. Not Duo.
Not Dorlain, either.
I stopped because I was hungry. It was two-thirty Wednesday morning on January 1st, and I wanted breakfast. Nothing special, just coffee, grits - No, Duo did not get me hooked on them, it was all Trowa's fault - and some fruit. I had about seven bucks in my pocket and I couldn't feel my legs from the hip down. So, I did what any hungry early-morning traveler would do, I went to Denny's.
That's it!
I went to Denny's, sat in a two-seater booth as close to the emergency exit as possible - old habits are about as hard to kill as I was... am... whatever -, and ordered my meager breakfast. Within a few minutes, fresh bong-water coffee, half of a shriveled grapefruit, and a grayish bowl of gelatinous slop sat in front of me.
-You're wondering what any of this has to do with my returning, aren't you?-
Nothing on the table could have been palatable, except for the prepackaged creamers, which I ended up drinking straight. I left ten minutes after I arrived, five dollars poorer and not having warmed up a bit.
That's why I came back.
Yes, I did miss the camaraderie a little; Yes, I did like not having to live out of a suitcase all the time; Yes, I did miss Duo and Relena, they are two of my best friends after all; But I also realized that I was living frugally - always have - and that I had just put out five bucks for cafeteria slop that had been sitting out for who knew how long.
I could get slop, as well as a steady job and living quarters, for free; all I had to do was walk back.
So I did.
See?
- Rhetorical question. -
No big decision, no 'ah-ha!' moment, just me being a winter hating penny pincher.
I may be gone again after the ground finally thaws, I may not: Convenience breeds acquiescence and all that.
Of course, I'll make sure to tell someone, just so they don't ask me where I went, or why I went, or why I'm back.
You'd think they'd stop asking, but I doubt I'd ever be so lucky.
I have my mother to thank for the description of the coffee; apparently, that's what everyone she works with calls the free coffee served in the morning.
Feedback would be greatly appreciated.