Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blank ❯ Blank ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Merit Somnia 
Trieze thinks...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 308 | Visits: 390 | Status: Completed
Trieze thinks...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 308 | Visits: 390 | Status: Completed
Title: Blank
Rating: PG
Character: Trieze
Word Count: 243
Notes: Set during when he was held by Romefeller
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"Sir?" The soldier's tone was nervous, hesitating at the door.
"Hmm?" Sitting at down on a large chair turned away from the desk with only the top of his head and his elbows visible, Trieze answered.
"Your monthly supplement has arrived, sir." He adjusted his feet, the new leather of his boots creaking, blushing he looked down. In the glass Trieze's brief smile was glimpsed.
"Come in then."
Marching as if in a parade ground he stiffly, awakardly saluted, "Sir," he half-shouted and with an arm as straight as a steel rod,
the brown envelope in his arm out stretched to the disgraced commander.
Slowly, Trieze took it out of the soldier's hands, exaimined it and placed it on his lap. "Dismissed."
Another formal salute, "Sir!" The door closed gently behind the young soldier, his precise steps could be heard going down the richly carpeted hallway.
Ripping open the brown paper, Trieze smiled sardonically. The magazinze wasn't Guns and Ammo, Soldier's World, or anything that related to war nor was it a current events rag. No they would never give him anything to give him certain ideas... Here he was in his isolated bubble.
A glossy gardening magazine. Censors had already had their way with it and small boxes were cut out.
Grinning agressively for a brief moment, he let the magazine slide from his fingers. They would laughing at him at Romefeller. But he would have the last laugh. And Trieze laughed for the hell of it.
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Rating: PG
Character: Trieze
Word Count: 243
Notes: Set during when he was held by Romefeller
~
"Sir?" The soldier's tone was nervous, hesitating at the door.
"Hmm?" Sitting at down on a large chair turned away from the desk with only the top of his head and his elbows visible, Trieze answered.
"Your monthly supplement has arrived, sir." He adjusted his feet, the new leather of his boots creaking, blushing he looked down. In the glass Trieze's brief smile was glimpsed.
"Come in then."
Marching as if in a parade ground he stiffly, awakardly saluted, "Sir," he half-shouted and with an arm as straight as a steel rod,
the brown envelope in his arm out stretched to the disgraced commander.
Slowly, Trieze took it out of the soldier's hands, exaimined it and placed it on his lap. "Dismissed."
Another formal salute, "Sir!" The door closed gently behind the young soldier, his precise steps could be heard going down the richly carpeted hallway.
Ripping open the brown paper, Trieze smiled sardonically. The magazinze wasn't Guns and Ammo, Soldier's World, or anything that related to war nor was it a current events rag. No they would never give him anything to give him certain ideas... Here he was in his isolated bubble.
A glossy gardening magazine. Censors had already had their way with it and small boxes were cut out.
Grinning agressively for a brief moment, he let the magazine slide from his fingers. They would laughing at him at Romefeller. But he would have the last laugh. And Trieze laughed for the hell of it.
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