Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ As The Clock Tolls and Tears Are Freed ❯ Chapter 1

As The Clock Tolls and Tears Are Freed

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the characters so if you sue me all you'll get is a cardboard box and a van down by the river..

Note: Story is 1xOC and contains lemon and angst..

Chapter 1

"Hey, you awake?"

Naomi opened her blue eyes, sitting up slowly, glancing over to who was speaking to her. It was a nineteen year-old brunette, with his hair pulled back in a braid and he looked American. "Who're you and what am I doing here?"

He grinned at her.

"Names Duo, Duo Maxwell and my buddy over there," he pointed over towards another brunette, but it was spikey and he looked Japanese, "found ya.. You should thank him, he could've let ya die, ya know.."

Naomi looked over towards the other brunette, blinking, feeling his icy stare boring into her soul.

"Well, what's your name?"

Naomi looked at Duo, brushing a hand through her brown hair. She spoke, with a low tone, "my name is Naomi and I won't say anymore.. you don't deserve to know anything about me.."

Duo cocked his head to the side. "Why is that?"

"Because your a stupid idiot.."

"You can tell just by looking at him?"

Naomi glanced up and towards the door, where a Chinese nineteen year old stood.

She snorted, shifting and proceeding to stand but as she did she winced in pain, letting out a small sound, falling back onto the bed, sitting.

"I was gonna tell you to not move.."

"Then why didn't you!?"

"Didn't give me a chance.."

Naomi glared at Duo, feeling an intense passion to suddenly pulverize the braided boy and not stop until he said uncle.

Naomi rolled onto her side, shivering at a slight pain that emitted from her now bandaged right side. "Ah.. shit.." She clenched a bunch of sheets, as the pain grew but died down.

"Damnit.. I should've never gone one on one with them.."

"With who?"

She glanced up at a short blond, who was holding a tray, with a cup of tea and a plate of food on it. She sized him up and decided that she'd let him live, he looked to innocent to be a threat to her and he seemed a bit kind.

"Here.. I brought you something to eat and drink.."

"Thank you," she murmured under her breath.

"I'm Quatre.."

He smiled at her as he set the tray on her lap as she sat up.

"It's nice.. to meet you.. My names.."

"Naomi and you won't say a word about yourself else wise.."

She gave him a look.

"Duo told me.. You should be lucky Heero had found you.. With the rate you were loosing blood from that large wound on your side you would've only lived about another hour or so.."

"Tell him I said thanks.."

"Why not tell him yourself?"

"I have other things to worry about then saying thanks to someone for saving my life.."

"Oh.."

She watched as Quatre sat on a chair, by the bed.

"You seem.. nice."

Quatre looked at her, smiling again and scratching the back of his neck, his blond hair looking a slight gold in the dim lighting.

"Thank you.. People say that to me, but usually mean it in a mean way."

"Well I'm saying it in a nice way.. Not to many people are nice now-a-days.. even if peace is here another war is gonna break out soon.."

"How would you know?"

"I have my ways.. After all, going up against the enemy hand-to-hand is a stupid thing to do, wouldn't you agree?"

"Y.. yes, I guess it would be."

Naomi chuckled, sipping the tea and holding a peace of toast in her hand, taking a bite out of it and chewing. She swallowed before speaking. "I did that and that's how I got this wound. Ha.. should've let me die, they would've only given up on me and then go after those ex-gundam pilots.."

Quatre only nodded, listening.

She placed the empty tea cup on the tray and looked at her plate, which was already half gone. "I'm done.."

"But.. you.."

"I'm a light eater.. I usually don't eat much for lunch or breakfast but come dinner I eat for a group of four.."

"You sound like Duo.."

"That braided idiot? He eats like a hog?"

Quatre nodded and stood, taking the tray. "Get some rest.. I'll tell Trowa to come and get you when it's time for dinner."

Naomi nodded, laying back down, on her back, looking up at the ceiling. `These.. boys.. somehow I feel a slight connection to them..'

"Heero.."

The Japanese boy glanced over towards Duo, giving him an icy glare.

Duo grinned, flopping down onto the couch. "What do ya think of our guest, hmmmm? She's a bit.. grouchy, like you."

"Would you mind repeating that?"

Duo noticed that Heero was cleaning his gun and he chuckled to himself. "N.. nevermind what I said.. She's just grouchy, ya know?"

"No, I don't know.."

Duo looked at Heero, blinking, sighing, letting his braid flop over his shoulder. "She's kind of pretty, what do you think?"

"I have no comment.."

Duo turned his attention to Quatre, who was walking down the stairs. "So, tell me, Quatre, how's Miss Grumpy doing?"

"What do you mean `Miss Grumpy'?"

"Ain't she bein' a grouch?"

"No.. not when I was in there.."

"Maybe she doesn't like you, Maxwell.."

"Shut up, Wufei.."

The Chinese boy looked at the American and chuckled, he always knew how to break one of Duo's nerves, it was a simple task.

Heero grunted, getting annoyed by the talking that was going on. He just wanted to go to a quite place to clean his gun and be away from the others. At least Trowa was still being all to himself and not saying a thing.

"I have something to say.."

Heero felt something pull at his anger string but he held it back.

"What is it, Trowa?"

Trowa waited, for Duo and Wufei to quite down, which took awhile.

"Well, she seems only nice to Quatre at the moment and she seems to hate Duo, for probably a good reason.."

"What's that suppose ta mean, Trowa?!"

"Quite, Maxwell.."

"So," Trowa began again, "when do I get to meet her?"

Naomi yawned, standing, slowly, ignoring the pain at her side. She looked at herself, seeing that she was in a new shirt. Her jacket was on the back of the door, her boots by the bed.

"These boys," she muttered, walking towards the door, "they all seem.. familiar.. have I seen them before?"

Just as she was about to open the door someone pushed it open. She looked up at the tall, brunette male in front of her. Why are half of them brunette..? She asked herself, in thought.

"You must be the grouchy one Duo was talking about.."

"Grouchy?"

He chuckled, looking at her with his green eyes and she looked back, pushing past him. "If you don't mind.."

"I mind a lot," she growled out, walking towards the stairs but felt someone grab her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder and up into a pair of green eyes.

"Go easy on Duo, it's just that.. he interprets people a bit quickly, like Heero.."

"Heero..? Oh, that Japanese boy.."

"Yes, him.. He doesn't really seem to trust you.."

"Then let him get to trust me, it doesn't really matter.. Oh, by the way, are you Trowa?"

"Yes.."

"I would've taken you for more of the quite type.."

He only smiled at her, moving his hand from her shoulder, letting her walk down the stairs.