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Broken Wing ~ Chapter Eleven



Authors Notes: I've always thought that the best comedy fanfictions were the ones in which the characters knew that they were in a fanfic. Therefore, you will be seeing some of that in this chapter. Also: Due to time constraints and my REALLY odd lack of humorous inspiration, chapter eleven is really short compared to the other chapters. I'm sorry, I really am, but for some odd reason I can't seem to write the humor right now. I did the best I could, but I don't think it is anywhere near chapter five. ::sighs:: And… that's all I have to say. Enjoy chapter eleven!

Disclaimer: Sailormoon - not mine. Gundam Wing - not mine. Darn. Broken Wing - MINE MINE MINE MINE!!! And . . . I don't own Tootsie Pops either. Whew, almost missed that one.



Broken Wing ~ Chapter Eleven


"I'm ready to move on!" Usagi cried. She had her wooden staff in one hand, and a booted foot propped on Duo's head. Her pose was very much like that of a safari hunter of old who had just killed a great lion. Wufei and Trowa both sweatdropped.
"Er . . . are you sure, Usagi-san?"
"Yeah! C'mon, Trowa-kun! Show me the guns!" Usagi's statement was presented with just a little too much gusto for the three pilot's liking. And the killer gleam in her eyes was just the teeniest bit too disturbing.
"But . . . um . . . Usagi-san," Wufei stepped out of his ring of stones, "I thought you said you didn't like guns."
"I don't. But this is a comedy chapter!"
"Oh." Wufei and Trowa blinked at each other. It DID make sense.
Beneath Usagi's boot, Duo mumbled something incoherent. None of them paid him any attention. Duo was usually incoherent. Usagi didn't even bother to lift her foot and allow him some room to breathe. Who cared if he lost a billion brain cells from suffocation? It wasn't as if he really needed them, after all. It didn't take a whole lot of thought to blow people away.
"So can I learn to shoot now, Trowa-kun? Huh? Can I, can I, can I? PLEEEEEAAAAASSEEEE?!?"
Trowa's head was completely blocked from view by what has to be the largest sweatdrop ever in the history if anime. He receives a good nine points for that one.
"O-okay, Usagi-san," he stuttered, but whether it was from shock at her attitude or simple fright at the thought of putting a gun into the hands of Tsukino Usagi . . . the world may never know.
"Yay!" Usagi clapped and bounded off of Duo's head with barely contained glee. Her bright golden banners of hair trailed after her as she skipped across the clearing to stand next to her tall tutor. None of them heard Duo's gasp as he was finally allowed to pull air into his long deprived lungs.
"Okay, now, see how I'm holding mine?" Trowa asked, one hand gripping the handle of the gun, the other planted at the base. He held the weapon out before him to show his student the proper method, and was surprised when Usagi immediately struck up the proper pose. He didn't have to correct her on anything; she was simply a very fast learner.
"Alright," he shook his head in disbelief, "you stay there while I set up a target for you."
"Got it."
Trowa lowered his gun and walked towards the human shaped targets piled on the ground. Picking one up, he stared at it for a moment before hanging it on a tree in front of Usagi. Quickly, before she could get restless and decide to shoot without word from him, he rushed out of her line of fire and walked FAR around her until he returned to her side.
"Now, keep both eyes open and use aim the barrel for either the heart or the head. Later you'll have to do this much more quickly, but for right now take your time and pull the trigger when you're ready."
Usagi nodded to show him that she'd heard and understood. He watched her as she carefully pointed the gun towards the target, taking notice of each little inch and half-inch. A minute passed, then two, and her tongue poked out from between her lips as she concentrated. Three minutes, four, five, and still she hadn't pulled the trigger. Trowa nearly sighed as he waited, hoping that she would be able to move past this perfectionist stage quickly. He could just see her standing in the middle of a hoard of OZ soldiers: Excuse me, could you all hold still please while I aim my gun at you? No, that just wouldn't do at all.
Trowa was so caught up in his own thoughts that he nearly missed it when Usagi's finger finally began to close on the trigger . . .


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Serenity yawned, placing her cheek in one hand, watching the news sideways. It was the same as always: crime, murder, war, OZ trying to convince the colonies that peace was really, truly all it wanted in this vast, wide universe. Of course, Serenity knew better than to believe it. She'd seen their cruelty first hand, though it was long ago.
"Serenity," a grating voice cut into her private musings. The former NeoQueen flinched and grimaced before lifting her head and glaring at the raven-haired woman sitting next to her on the couch.
"What is it, Mars?" she asked with the familiar annoyed tone.
"You were drifting off again. I swear, your mind wanders more and more every day. You must be finally getting old."
"No older than you, Mars no baka."
In truth, Serenity's mind had been wandering because she knew that her younger self was at this very moment on Earth with the five Gundam pilots. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, for in those days she hadn't cared to check the time every few moments. How could she know then that her future self would be interested in knowing?
"-as if we really need any more violence!" Queen Mars was finishing. Serenity nodded her head vaguely, pretending to have heard the entire statement.
"Absolutely."
"Those new style mobile suits are bad enough! What do they call them? Mobile dolls!" Mars' hands flew in irate patterns through the air as she ranted, "Those things are bad enough without issuing new guns to those soldiers who won't even be going into battle! Without a war to fight those soldiers will just take those new issue guns into villages and colonies and make all sorts of trouble!"
"Not to mention the fact that the bullets they made for those guns are way too heavy," Serenity offered with a yawn, "Those weapons won't get the range they could have if the bullets were lighter. And the barrel is too long as well; they'll be off balanced."
Silence reigned over the two of them for somewhere around three minutes before Serenity realized that Mars was simply staring at her in open mouthed shock. The silver-haired woman blinked at her confused friend.
"What?"
"And since WHEN do you know so much about guns?"
"C'mon, that's just common knowledge, isn't it?" Serenity gulped when Mars shook her head. Somewhere along the way Serenity had gotten the idea that everyone in this time were experts on weapons, if not so, then at least had a basic knowledge of the workings of a gun.
"I'll bet you don't really know anything," Mars scoffed with a mocking grin, "You just made that up."
Serenity sighed and shrugged her shoulders. She didn't need to prove her knowledge to anyone, least of all Mars. Then the raven-haired former queen offered a bet that Serenity simply couldn't pass up.
"I'll bet that you couldn't shoot a target from three feet away. In fact, I'm SO sure you can't that I'll put my brand new vid-phone on the line."
"Your vid-phone?" Serenity straightened and turned her face towards her best friend and rival, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mars. You love that vid-phone."
"What am I going to win?" the woman returned, showing with her question that she wasn't even considering the idea that she could lose.
"Let's see . . ." The former NeoQueen leaned back in her chair and propped an index finger on her chin, as if in deep thought. Finally she turned sparkling, mischievous blue eyes on to Mars, "I'll bet my Mercedes." Serenity referred to the classic 2015 model Mercedes that she had kept in tip- top shape over the millennia. It was a one of a kind, none of its comrades left in the entire universe. Countless vehicle collectors and museums had come to her about trying to buy the car or to see if she might donate it to their cause. Serenity had always told them no, the car was not for sale and had too much sentimental value to donate.
Mars' violet eyes widened so much, Serenity was tempted to try and set a teacup on them.
"You aren't serious!"
"Deadly."
She saw the other woman pause for a moment. Then Mars laughed and grabbed Serenity's hand, dragging her out of the apartment without even letting her turn off the television.
Half an hour later they were standing in one of the colonies many shooting ranges, both sporting earplugs and stylish green goggles. Mars tried to convince Serenity to move the target closer, but the silver-haired one insisted on moving it as far back as it could possibly go. The black silhouette looked like that of a munchkin, and neither the white target lines nor the numbers were visible from that distance. Eyes glinting, Serenity loaded the gun with a proficiency that would have frightened Mars if she had been paying attention. But she was too busy pondering what she was going to do with a multi-millennia old, extremely valuable Mercedes.
Holding the gun with the familiarity one uses with an old friend, Serenity aimed, cocked the gun, and pulled the trigger . . .


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BANG!
ZOOM!
CRACK!
ZOOM!
CLANG!
ZOOM!
THWACK!< br> The three Gundam pilots and Usagi lay flat on the ground. Silence accompanied them for the few minutes that passed until Duo dared to stick his head up to check for safety. Usagi peeked through her slender fingers at the target.
It was whole.
The same could not be said, however, for the tree. About five feet above the target there was a great wound in the bark where the bullet's impact had caused a miniature explosion. Splinters of wood hung from the rim of the hole in all directions, and a waft of thin smoke drifted upwards into the air.
"I . . ." Trowa paused to gulp, "I think you . . . you need . . . eh . . . more practice."
Duo and Trowa both paled, but Wufei wasn't paying any attention. After the danger passed, Wufei had immediately checked the state of his katana. A large dent marred the blade's surface and marked where the bullet had ricocheted off of it after ricocheting off of a high tree branch.
"NOOOOOO!!" he sobbed, hugging the sword, albeit carefully, to himself. "MY BABY!!! YOU'VE KILLED MY BABY!"
"I thought Nataku was your baby," Duo mused.
"MY BABY!!!" Wufei wailed, completely ignoring anything else. Then he sniffled and began to murmur quiet assurances to the sword that everything would be all right. Patting the blade gently, he rose and turned his back on the others, completely wrapped up in the plight of his precious katana.
Usagi sighed and pushed herself up from the ground.
"This gun stuff is harder than I thought," she muttered, picking up the weapon again and turning to face the target. One can never say that the golden haired odango atama is not persistent. She lifted the gun and aimed towards the target, once more carefully lining up the end of her weapon with the simple black silhouette. While Trowa and Duo ran for cover, Usagi took a deep breath and pulled the trigger . . .


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BANG!
Thwap!
Had they not been wearing earplugs, the former queens would have heard the eerie, ringing silence that followed Serenity's final shot. She'd fired three times in quick succession, and the target was just now traveling on its cable towards her. Closer . . . closer . . . closer . . .
Mars paled.
"I . . . I don't believe it."
Two head shots, one chest.
"Damn," Serenity murmured, "I missed the heart."
"But . . . but, but, but . . ." Mars stuttered helplessly. It didn't matter that the silver haired one had missed the heart. What mattered was that she HADN'T missed the target. "But, but, but . . ."
While Mars stood there repeating herself in utter disbelief, Serenity put a new target on the cable, returned it to its farthest position, and reloaded the gun. This time her companion watched as the NeoQueen lowered the gun, aimed, and fired. She had a confidence to her, and a gentle knowing that Mars was shocked to see, especially about such a destructive thing as guns. She'd been a staunch advocate of peace, ever since she was sixteen years old.
"Serenity, where did you learn to use a gun like that?"
There was no answer. Serenity was, after all, wearing earplugs.
She brought the target close once more. Three head shots.
Mars gulped.


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Hiiro tossed Quatre inside a small, closet-like room, and slammed the door behind them. His eyes were wide and wild, and he looked from side to side as if expecting to see Relena pop out at them at any moment.
"Hiiro . . ." Quatre began carefully, "Why did you just run away from the princess of Sanch?"
"It's a long story," Hiiro replied shortly, and it was obvious that he wasn't interested in sharing the story.
"But, if you hate her so much, then how are we expected to gain political asylum?"
"It's not that I hate her . . . not really." Hiiro paused, and Quatre couldn't help but wonder if it was because he didn't know how to explain what he wanted to say, or if because he didn't know how to speak more than one sentence at a time.
"HIIIIIIIIIROOOOOOO!"
"Oh no!" Hiiro whispered loud enough for Quatre to hear. "She's coming! I can't let her find me! Hide me!"
"We ARE hidden," Quatre's voice was barely above a murmur, but Hiiro leaped forward and slapped his hand tightly over the blonde's mouth. Unfortunately this put them both off balance and the two went tumbling backwards into a stack of boxes in the back of the room. In a jumble of bumps and cries the boxes came tumbling down, giving away their location. Batting aside fallen cardboard, Hiiro emerged from the pile just in time to see the door open and Relena's head poke through.
"THERE you are!" the girl's slender hand darted into the dimly lighted space confidently, unerringly through the boxes and tangled limbs of the two boys to find Hiiro's wrist. "Hiiro, that isn't your room! If you had just followed me, silly, you wouldn't be in this mess right now!"
Quatre couldn't help but laugh at that one.
Hiiro jabbed him in the ribs . . . hard.
"OW! That was completely uncalled for!"
"So was the laugh." Hiiro muttered.
Relena tugged Hiiro out of the closet, dragging him along until he managed somehow to pull himself to his feet. He followed the chipper, cheerful, happy princess in silence. His head was settled in between his scrunched shoulders, and his bottom lip protruded ever so slightly. The stoic, unbendable, unmovable Wing pilot looked like a pouting child being led back to class.
"You're asking for political asylum, right?" Relena asked calmly, then proceeded without waiting for an answer, "Well I grant it. You and your friend, in fact all of your friends, where ever they may be, are welcome in Sanch Kingdom. You are all invited to spend your time here in the Palace. So, do you have any other friends?"
Hiiro and Quatre looked at each other.
With the time they'd taken to get here . . . DID they have any friends left??


End Chapter Eleven