Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Another Side ❯ Being Lost ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
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LSE // 4-3-03
(Another Side - Chapter Eight: Being Lost)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Being Lost
-
The magazines in the waiting room were dull and uninteresting, so
Heero ignored them all and just sat on the couch. Looking at the
floral pattern in surprise, he realized it was the very same sofa Duo
had claimed for a bed. With a nervous laugh to himself, he got up and
moved into one of the chairs. Strange that they had moved the couch
all the way down into the lobby, but, then again, it looked like
someone had gotten the idea to redecorate.
He felt guilty for just being there, as if he was somehow betraying
Duo, although he knew the thought was purely irrational. True, Duo
didn't know he was here and, true, he had taken a few dollars out
from Duo's wallet to cover the bus fare, but... Heero sighed, looking
over to the reception desk.
His scheduled check-up with the doctor was next week, which would be
two weeks after his release, but he couldn't wait until then. In the
six days since leaving the hospital, Heero had been plagued by dreams
which he suspected were returning memories. They were certainly
frightening, but not anything to be overtly worried about. However,
yesterday...
Duo had been out job hunting and he had just been sitting in the
apartment watching television when, suddenly, memories assaulted him.
The episode couldn't have lasted more than just a few seconds, but it
had been unnerving in the extreme. Heero realized he was probably
over reacting, but maybe the doctor could offer some help.
But, Heero had not wanted to alarm Duo. He hadn't even mentioned the
dreams yet, since they had never caused enough disturbance to cause
Duo to wake up. And... he wasn't sure he wanted to tell Duo he was
regaining his memories, albeit slowly and fractionally.
The memories did not make any sense to him, though, because what he
remembered was always little fragments. Never was there enough to
form a cohesive understanding of who he was. All he so far was that
it involved a lot of violence and those Gundam creations. And a man...
a scientist...? Heero gave an involuntary shudder.
"Mr. Yuy?" the nurse called, peering over the desk. Heero stood and
looked at her expectantly. "The doctor will see you now," she smiled
and pointed down the hall, "his office is just down there... do you
know where it is?"
"Yes. Thank you," Heero walked off in the indicated direction. Doctor
Haines sat behind his desk and looked up when Heero entered. "Hello,"
Heero said nervously, sitting in one of the chairs.
After the required pleasantries, Heero rambled out an edited version
of events, leaving out the little details... involving Duo and, for
some reason, the content of some of the memories. Something inside
him howled for secrecy, something he couldn't explain. The doctor
listened patiently through his explanation, then sat back
thoughtfully.
"Like I've said before, Mr. Yuy, your case is a medical anomaly,
however, what you're describing isn't exactly abnormal. Normally,
when a person gets amnesia it's for the events before and after the
trauma incident, but in your case it's... well, everything in the
past. However, even with your extraordinary recovery, it seems your
brain is recovering your memories just as with most amnesia patients;
with fragments and flashbacks. I guess this is both good news and bad
news for you, but the memories should not prove debilitating."
Heero nodded slowly, relieved for some reason to know what he was
experiencing was neither rare nor abnormal. "Is there any way to...
stop them?"
The doctor raised both eyes brows, "Stop them, Mr. Yuy?"
"Nothing," Heero said quickly, realizing how absurd it was for him to
be asking the doctor to... to, what, keep him from getting back his
memories? Wasn't he suppose to want a past? What if there was
something important he needed to know? And... and he was suppose to
want his memories.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Yuy...?"
"No," Heero got to his feet, suddenly finding the entire visit
completely irrational and foolish. "Thank you for your time. I'm
sorry to have bothered you."
Doctor Haines rose and smiled paternally, "It's no trouble at all,
Mr. Yuy. Everyone here at the hospital counts your situation to be
nothing short of a miracle. Is Mr. Maxwell with you, or should I call
you a taxi?"
"I'll catch the bus, thank you, though," Heero said, edging towards
the door and anxious to be leaving.
Fortunately, he made it all the way outside and down to bus stop
without anyone recognizing or questioning him. Heero looked up and
down the street for the bus and, when there was none in sight, turned
his attentions to the street map posted on the wall of the enclosure.
Studying the map carefully and using equal care to count out the
remaining dollars and cents left from the earlier fare, Heero figured
out he could actually make it to the library. Getting home, however...
Heero bit his lip, looking to his watch and up to the map again. If
the bus was on schedule and showed up within the next few minutes and
then all the rest of the buses obeyed schedule, he could make it
across town to the public library in under twenty minutes.
However, buses, in his brief knowledge of them, rarely proved to be
on time and seemed to take schedules as merely a suggestion. Then he
would have to walk the entire way back... Plus however long it would
take at the library...
His idea was brilliant and worth the risk, though. Surely the library
would have some information on Gundams, or even just anything dealing
with... war. Duo had mentioned a war, and soldiering. Heero and Duo
had both been soldiers. The library would have something important,
possibly even about him; he was sure of it.
Heero stared at the digital face on his watch, which told him nothing
especially valuable except that the bus was late and the time was
eleven in the morning. Two minutes past eleven, to be precise. Wait,
three minutes. With a sigh, he lowered his arm and turned away from
the schedule and map.
Maybe Duo wouldn't return to the apartment for lunch. Heero would
just be gone for two more hours at the most. Duo would just assume
he had stepped out for... for something, anything.
Just two hours. At most.
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
"Attention, the library will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please
check out your books now. Thank you."
It took a while for the words to actually register in Heero's brain,
and then a few more minutes passed before he looked up, blinking.
Closing? Heero glanced to his watch and gasped, eyes going wide.
5:46
5:47
"Oh, no..." he moaned out loud to the empty space around him. How
long had he been crammed at this table shifting through history books?
With guilty certainly, he knew Duo was going to be, at best, worried
or, at worst, panicked and calling the police. Some obscure fact
assured him that missing persons reports couldn't be filed until
twenty-four hours had passed.
The knowledge wasn't entirely reassuring.
With a great reluctance, Heero gathered up the books and returned them
to the shelves. Most of them were reference anyway and couldn't be
checked out, but even so, he didn't have a library card. And Heero
wanted nothing more to just forget everything he had read about
colonies and Gundams and wars and... Heero Yuy.
Heero Yuy, colonial leader. Heero Yuy... Gundam pilot.
Only the most recent books even mentioned Heero the Gundam pilot, and
even then only briefly. Still, what little information he had gleaned
about himself from the texts was disturbing enough.
"Attention, the library will be closing in five minutes. Please check
out your books now. Thank you."
Pushing the spine of the last book even with its companions on the
row, Heero stepped back from the shelf and turned away with a sigh.
Despite all he had found out, the visit seemed like a waste of the
afternoon. He glanced to the front desk on his way out, in particular,
the phone. Should he call Duo?
Assuring himself it was quite likely Duo was still out job-hunting
and that the library was, as the announcement had said, closing.
Pushing out into the street, Heero took a moment to orientate himself
before setting off at a brisk pace.
Reaching into his pocket yielded just enough money for one short ride
on the bus. The mental debate of which bus to take where was ended
when he spotted one at the bus stop just across the street. He took a
few moments to check the map to assure himself it was going in the
right direction before hurrying on and sitting in the middle.
The bus was crowded with workers heading home, and he was soon forced
to surrender his seat to an elderly lady. Clutching to one of the
dangling straps, Heero anxiously watched both his watch and the
windows. His watch seemed to be flying forward while the scenery
outside passed an at infuriating crawl.
At last the bus reached his stop and Heero squeezed his way to the
door and out into the twilight. He stared down at the face of his
watch, wanting to deny that the time was actually a quarter past six.
Unfortunately, he looked up find himself right across from a clock
store with it's front windows packed with clocks.
If it hadn't been so unnerving, Heero would have laughed. As it was,
he just glared at the clocks and started walking. Trying to remember
the map, he guessed it to be no more than a five minute walk to the
apartment. Maybe, maybe Duo wasn't back yet.
Darkness fell quickly and the closer he got to the apartment building
the more deserted the streets became. Unfortunately, Heero realized
with a sinking certainty that the apartment building he was standing
in front of was not his. Somehow, he had taken a wrong turn in the
twisting streets of the residential area.
Shoulders slumped, Heero turned away and hugged his arms to his chest
for extra warmth against the falling temperature. Looking around at
the buildings surrounding him, Heero recognized none of them.
He was lost.
Heero staggered back as visions assaulted him, a myriad of sight and
sound flashing too quickly for comprehension. Hands clutched to
either side of his head, Heero fell back against the building's brick
wall and gasped sharply as the images sorted out into a cohesive
scene.
//With all the bombs set and ready to be detonated, Heero fell back
against the grassy knoll with a contented sigh. The mission was
nearly accomplished; the alliance base would be destroyed. Closing
his eyes, he could almost see the flames engulfing the base as the
bombs went off at the push of the button.//
//"Are you lost?" a cheery voice inquired from above him. Heero sat
up and opened his eyes, finding a young girl watching him with
innocent curiosity written across her face.//
//"Well, are you?" she repeated.//
//"...yeah, I've been lost all my life," Heero replied, looking down
at the tops of his sneakers.//
//"Oh... I'm sorry," she said, standing upright. "I'm not lost. I'm
walking Mary," she smiled, indicating the puppy at the end of the
leash she was holding."//
//The puppy walked up to Heero and poke it's cold, wet nose into his
hand. With a rare smile, he petted the dog and rubbed her ears,
"Okay. Good girl, Mary."//
//The girl beamed, "Yeah. Cheer up!" She tugged gently on the dog's
leash, turning to walk away. Waving happily, she called back at him,
"Good bye!"//
Heero pushed off from the wall and tried to focus on the present
instead of the swirling images still going behind his eyes. The
ground beneath his feet tilted dangerously and he was forced to sag
up against the brick for support.
//"Mission accomplished," Heero said without emotion, thumb closing
over the red detonation button. As he had imagined, the bombs ripped
the base apart. Mobile suits exploded as the flames and debris howled
up into the sky.//
//His eyes widened as the explosion continued. "Oh no! The
residential quarters!" Heero cried, watching in horror as his
carefully set bombs tore chaos through the alliance base and the
homes of innocent civilians, bystanders.//
Ignoring the way everything spun, Heero broke into a run, feet
bounding a frantic staccato against the cement. He stumbled and
nearly fell, but shear determination kept him on his feet and moving
forward. He did not want it to go on, he couldn't...
//Walking through the aftermath of the devastation, Heero stared out
at the twisted, burning remains of what were once houses... homes. He
had caused death and destruction where none was needed. "I went too
far," he whispered, stopping his aimless wandering.//
//A jolt of recognition shook through him as Heero found himself
staring down at a burned and battered girl's hat. Beside it, thrown
up against a still-smoking rock, was the barely identifiable remains
of a young puppy. The girl and her dog, from yesterday. On the hill.//
//"...no," Heero whispered, kneeling down.//
"No!" Heero cried, faltering in his run and tumbling into the
sidewalk. Skin scraped over the rough cement until the fall ended and
he was lying half in the street and staring up at the black night sky.
"No..." he repeated in a hollow, faint voice.
Painfully, he gained his feet, but had to fall back against a nearby
street sign to avoid crumbling back to the ground. Trembling, Heero
clutched at the cold metal of the pole. Despite the near-freezing
temperature he was slicked in a sheen of sweat and could still feel
the lingering warmth from the flames of memory.
"Heero!" someone shouted, but Heero was helpless to determine if it
was reality or memory. The line was blurring between the two.
Reality gently wrapped a strong arm under his arms, taking up most of
the weight from the desperate cling to the street sign. Heero turned
his head and, when everything stopped spinning and sorted its self
out, he was left with a pair of worried amethysts staring at him.
Wordlessly, Duo pulled him into a tight embrace and Heero gratefully
leaned into the strong hold.
"Duo," Heero murmured as he slipped into darkness with a sigh.
-
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Auth or's Notes: No school friday = very cool. Have to run away for
Saturday/Sunday, but whatever. I already have a massive chunk of
chapter nine written. Thank Ebony for this cliffhanger; she insisted
on it! Really, I swear, I was going to keep going and... yeah. Uhm.
This time I used my Endless Waltz manga to facilitate the flashback
sequence, yay.
I'm so excited, I have the ending for this! Except one or two more
chapters before I managed to have the ending... Maybe just a week or
so left, depending on muse cooperation and free time.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(Another Side - Chapter Eight: Being Lost)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Being Lost
-
The magazines in the waiting room were dull and uninteresting, so
Heero ignored them all and just sat on the couch. Looking at the
floral pattern in surprise, he realized it was the very same sofa Duo
had claimed for a bed. With a nervous laugh to himself, he got up and
moved into one of the chairs. Strange that they had moved the couch
all the way down into the lobby, but, then again, it looked like
someone had gotten the idea to redecorate.
He felt guilty for just being there, as if he was somehow betraying
Duo, although he knew the thought was purely irrational. True, Duo
didn't know he was here and, true, he had taken a few dollars out
from Duo's wallet to cover the bus fare, but... Heero sighed, looking
over to the reception desk.
His scheduled check-up with the doctor was next week, which would be
two weeks after his release, but he couldn't wait until then. In the
six days since leaving the hospital, Heero had been plagued by dreams
which he suspected were returning memories. They were certainly
frightening, but not anything to be overtly worried about. However,
yesterday...
Duo had been out job hunting and he had just been sitting in the
apartment watching television when, suddenly, memories assaulted him.
The episode couldn't have lasted more than just a few seconds, but it
had been unnerving in the extreme. Heero realized he was probably
over reacting, but maybe the doctor could offer some help.
But, Heero had not wanted to alarm Duo. He hadn't even mentioned the
dreams yet, since they had never caused enough disturbance to cause
Duo to wake up. And... he wasn't sure he wanted to tell Duo he was
regaining his memories, albeit slowly and fractionally.
The memories did not make any sense to him, though, because what he
remembered was always little fragments. Never was there enough to
form a cohesive understanding of who he was. All he so far was that
it involved a lot of violence and those Gundam creations. And a man...
a scientist...? Heero gave an involuntary shudder.
"Mr. Yuy?" the nurse called, peering over the desk. Heero stood and
looked at her expectantly. "The doctor will see you now," she smiled
and pointed down the hall, "his office is just down there... do you
know where it is?"
"Yes. Thank you," Heero walked off in the indicated direction. Doctor
Haines sat behind his desk and looked up when Heero entered. "Hello,"
Heero said nervously, sitting in one of the chairs.
After the required pleasantries, Heero rambled out an edited version
of events, leaving out the little details... involving Duo and, for
some reason, the content of some of the memories. Something inside
him howled for secrecy, something he couldn't explain. The doctor
listened patiently through his explanation, then sat back
thoughtfully.
"Like I've said before, Mr. Yuy, your case is a medical anomaly,
however, what you're describing isn't exactly abnormal. Normally,
when a person gets amnesia it's for the events before and after the
trauma incident, but in your case it's... well, everything in the
past. However, even with your extraordinary recovery, it seems your
brain is recovering your memories just as with most amnesia patients;
with fragments and flashbacks. I guess this is both good news and bad
news for you, but the memories should not prove debilitating."
Heero nodded slowly, relieved for some reason to know what he was
experiencing was neither rare nor abnormal. "Is there any way to...
stop them?"
The doctor raised both eyes brows, "Stop them, Mr. Yuy?"
"Nothing," Heero said quickly, realizing how absurd it was for him to
be asking the doctor to... to, what, keep him from getting back his
memories? Wasn't he suppose to want a past? What if there was
something important he needed to know? And... and he was suppose to
want his memories.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Yuy...?"
"No," Heero got to his feet, suddenly finding the entire visit
completely irrational and foolish. "Thank you for your time. I'm
sorry to have bothered you."
Doctor Haines rose and smiled paternally, "It's no trouble at all,
Mr. Yuy. Everyone here at the hospital counts your situation to be
nothing short of a miracle. Is Mr. Maxwell with you, or should I call
you a taxi?"
"I'll catch the bus, thank you, though," Heero said, edging towards
the door and anxious to be leaving.
Fortunately, he made it all the way outside and down to bus stop
without anyone recognizing or questioning him. Heero looked up and
down the street for the bus and, when there was none in sight, turned
his attentions to the street map posted on the wall of the enclosure.
Studying the map carefully and using equal care to count out the
remaining dollars and cents left from the earlier fare, Heero figured
out he could actually make it to the library. Getting home, however...
Heero bit his lip, looking to his watch and up to the map again. If
the bus was on schedule and showed up within the next few minutes and
then all the rest of the buses obeyed schedule, he could make it
across town to the public library in under twenty minutes.
However, buses, in his brief knowledge of them, rarely proved to be
on time and seemed to take schedules as merely a suggestion. Then he
would have to walk the entire way back... Plus however long it would
take at the library...
His idea was brilliant and worth the risk, though. Surely the library
would have some information on Gundams, or even just anything dealing
with... war. Duo had mentioned a war, and soldiering. Heero and Duo
had both been soldiers. The library would have something important,
possibly even about him; he was sure of it.
Heero stared at the digital face on his watch, which told him nothing
especially valuable except that the bus was late and the time was
eleven in the morning. Two minutes past eleven, to be precise. Wait,
three minutes. With a sigh, he lowered his arm and turned away from
the schedule and map.
Maybe Duo wouldn't return to the apartment for lunch. Heero would
just be gone for two more hours at the most. Duo would just assume
he had stepped out for... for something, anything.
Just two hours. At most.
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
"Attention, the library will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please
check out your books now. Thank you."
It took a while for the words to actually register in Heero's brain,
and then a few more minutes passed before he looked up, blinking.
Closing? Heero glanced to his watch and gasped, eyes going wide.
5:46
5:47
"Oh, no..." he moaned out loud to the empty space around him. How
long had he been crammed at this table shifting through history books?
With guilty certainly, he knew Duo was going to be, at best, worried
or, at worst, panicked and calling the police. Some obscure fact
assured him that missing persons reports couldn't be filed until
twenty-four hours had passed.
The knowledge wasn't entirely reassuring.
With a great reluctance, Heero gathered up the books and returned them
to the shelves. Most of them were reference anyway and couldn't be
checked out, but even so, he didn't have a library card. And Heero
wanted nothing more to just forget everything he had read about
colonies and Gundams and wars and... Heero Yuy.
Heero Yuy, colonial leader. Heero Yuy... Gundam pilot.
Only the most recent books even mentioned Heero the Gundam pilot, and
even then only briefly. Still, what little information he had gleaned
about himself from the texts was disturbing enough.
"Attention, the library will be closing in five minutes. Please check
out your books now. Thank you."
Pushing the spine of the last book even with its companions on the
row, Heero stepped back from the shelf and turned away with a sigh.
Despite all he had found out, the visit seemed like a waste of the
afternoon. He glanced to the front desk on his way out, in particular,
the phone. Should he call Duo?
Assuring himself it was quite likely Duo was still out job-hunting
and that the library was, as the announcement had said, closing.
Pushing out into the street, Heero took a moment to orientate himself
before setting off at a brisk pace.
Reaching into his pocket yielded just enough money for one short ride
on the bus. The mental debate of which bus to take where was ended
when he spotted one at the bus stop just across the street. He took a
few moments to check the map to assure himself it was going in the
right direction before hurrying on and sitting in the middle.
The bus was crowded with workers heading home, and he was soon forced
to surrender his seat to an elderly lady. Clutching to one of the
dangling straps, Heero anxiously watched both his watch and the
windows. His watch seemed to be flying forward while the scenery
outside passed an at infuriating crawl.
At last the bus reached his stop and Heero squeezed his way to the
door and out into the twilight. He stared down at the face of his
watch, wanting to deny that the time was actually a quarter past six.
Unfortunately, he looked up find himself right across from a clock
store with it's front windows packed with clocks.
If it hadn't been so unnerving, Heero would have laughed. As it was,
he just glared at the clocks and started walking. Trying to remember
the map, he guessed it to be no more than a five minute walk to the
apartment. Maybe, maybe Duo wasn't back yet.
Darkness fell quickly and the closer he got to the apartment building
the more deserted the streets became. Unfortunately, Heero realized
with a sinking certainty that the apartment building he was standing
in front of was not his. Somehow, he had taken a wrong turn in the
twisting streets of the residential area.
Shoulders slumped, Heero turned away and hugged his arms to his chest
for extra warmth against the falling temperature. Looking around at
the buildings surrounding him, Heero recognized none of them.
He was lost.
Heero staggered back as visions assaulted him, a myriad of sight and
sound flashing too quickly for comprehension. Hands clutched to
either side of his head, Heero fell back against the building's brick
wall and gasped sharply as the images sorted out into a cohesive
scene.
//With all the bombs set and ready to be detonated, Heero fell back
against the grassy knoll with a contented sigh. The mission was
nearly accomplished; the alliance base would be destroyed. Closing
his eyes, he could almost see the flames engulfing the base as the
bombs went off at the push of the button.//
//"Are you lost?" a cheery voice inquired from above him. Heero sat
up and opened his eyes, finding a young girl watching him with
innocent curiosity written across her face.//
//"Well, are you?" she repeated.//
//"...yeah, I've been lost all my life," Heero replied, looking down
at the tops of his sneakers.//
//"Oh... I'm sorry," she said, standing upright. "I'm not lost. I'm
walking Mary," she smiled, indicating the puppy at the end of the
leash she was holding."//
//The puppy walked up to Heero and poke it's cold, wet nose into his
hand. With a rare smile, he petted the dog and rubbed her ears,
"Okay. Good girl, Mary."//
//The girl beamed, "Yeah. Cheer up!" She tugged gently on the dog's
leash, turning to walk away. Waving happily, she called back at him,
"Good bye!"//
Heero pushed off from the wall and tried to focus on the present
instead of the swirling images still going behind his eyes. The
ground beneath his feet tilted dangerously and he was forced to sag
up against the brick for support.
//"Mission accomplished," Heero said without emotion, thumb closing
over the red detonation button. As he had imagined, the bombs ripped
the base apart. Mobile suits exploded as the flames and debris howled
up into the sky.//
//His eyes widened as the explosion continued. "Oh no! The
residential quarters!" Heero cried, watching in horror as his
carefully set bombs tore chaos through the alliance base and the
homes of innocent civilians, bystanders.//
Ignoring the way everything spun, Heero broke into a run, feet
bounding a frantic staccato against the cement. He stumbled and
nearly fell, but shear determination kept him on his feet and moving
forward. He did not want it to go on, he couldn't...
//Walking through the aftermath of the devastation, Heero stared out
at the twisted, burning remains of what were once houses... homes. He
had caused death and destruction where none was needed. "I went too
far," he whispered, stopping his aimless wandering.//
//A jolt of recognition shook through him as Heero found himself
staring down at a burned and battered girl's hat. Beside it, thrown
up against a still-smoking rock, was the barely identifiable remains
of a young puppy. The girl and her dog, from yesterday. On the hill.//
//"...no," Heero whispered, kneeling down.//
"No!" Heero cried, faltering in his run and tumbling into the
sidewalk. Skin scraped over the rough cement until the fall ended and
he was lying half in the street and staring up at the black night sky.
"No..." he repeated in a hollow, faint voice.
Painfully, he gained his feet, but had to fall back against a nearby
street sign to avoid crumbling back to the ground. Trembling, Heero
clutched at the cold metal of the pole. Despite the near-freezing
temperature he was slicked in a sheen of sweat and could still feel
the lingering warmth from the flames of memory.
"Heero!" someone shouted, but Heero was helpless to determine if it
was reality or memory. The line was blurring between the two.
Reality gently wrapped a strong arm under his arms, taking up most of
the weight from the desperate cling to the street sign. Heero turned
his head and, when everything stopped spinning and sorted its self
out, he was left with a pair of worried amethysts staring at him.
Wordlessly, Duo pulled him into a tight embrace and Heero gratefully
leaned into the strong hold.
"Duo," Heero murmured as he slipped into darkness with a sigh.
-
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Auth or's Notes: No school friday = very cool. Have to run away for
Saturday/Sunday, but whatever. I already have a massive chunk of
chapter nine written. Thank Ebony for this cliffhanger; she insisted
on it! Really, I swear, I was going to keep going and... yeah. Uhm.
This time I used my Endless Waltz manga to facilitate the flashback
sequence, yay.
I'm so excited, I have the ending for this! Except one or two more
chapters before I managed to have the ending... Maybe just a week or
so left, depending on muse cooperation and free time.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net