Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Burnout ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Author's note: I got really positive reviews for this story and a lot of pleading for it to continue. I even got one "threat" it I didn't ^-^. Anyway, I don't like to disappoint people, so I've been working hard on the next several chapters and I've completed this one, the next one, and am halfway done with chapter three. Just be warned though, they haven't been beta'd yet. If you want to beta them for me, please let me know, I'd greatly appreciate it. When they are beta'd, I'll post the corrected ones. Thank you for reading and as always, keep the reviews coming!

I want to give a special thank you to Sailorcelestial for her help on the prologue.

::huggles:: You're the best!

Arigato,

Weissangel24

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Chapter one

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"Oi, Ohayo!" Duo called from his place at the table. "Go fish, Hiiro." He said turning back to the other two pilots who sat across him. A candle sat by each of them.

"O…Ohayo, Duo. Hiiro, Wu Fei." Quatre greeted quietly, pulling up a chair next to the braided pilot. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Playing Go Fish with Mr. No Fun and Mr. Sore Loser." Duo grinned. Hiiro and Wu Fei both glared at the pilot known as Shinigami.

Quatre chuckled nervously as he was caught by the twin glares of death as well, "Um. . . That's not what I meant, Duo. It's not even 4:00 yet."

The braided boy shrugged and handed the Chinese boy a three that he had asked for. "Just couldn't sleep. Got a two, Hiiro?" The Japanese boy handed him the card and the American slammed the pair on the table, "I'm out!" Grinning, he counted his pairs, "I got six."

"Four." Hiiro counted.

"Two." Wu Fei grumbled, throwing his cards on the table.

"Arigato. . ." Quatre murmured as Trowa handed him a cup of tea. The banged boy then took his own cup of coffee and sat at the end of the table between the quiet blonde and the stoic pilot of Wing Gundam, placing his own candle on the table.

"Have you gone over the mission specs?" Hiiro asked, tossing a glance at the banged boy.

Trowa nodded, "Will the weather cause any problems?"

"Maybe. There's another set of thunderstorms following closely to the one that just hit. It may cause a visual hindrance, but stay on thermal sensors and that should be okay."

"It may just provide the extra coverage we need." Trowa pondered.

"How long do you expect this mission to last?" Quatre asked, staring into his dark tea.

Hiiro and Trowa exchanged glances before the banged boy answered, "It's a long term assignment."

"Oh. . ." the blonde murmured.

"You okay, Quat?" Duo asked, nudging the smaller boy with his elbow as Wu Fei collected the cards and began to shuffle them with a vengeance. "Easy, Wu-man. You do know that the cards didn't do anything to you, right?"

The Chinese boy's glare deepened, "So what are we playing for now?"

"Gin?" Hiiro asked.

"Poker!" Duo grinned, "I'm short of cash at the moment and I feel like winning yours!"

"Baka." Wu Fei sneered, "Like you felt like winning the last time we played? You still owe me seventy-five dollars!"

"How did you manage that, Duo?" Quatre asked, still not looking up from his tea, which he had yet to drink.

"Eh. . ." The braided boy shrugged, his face slightly red, "That's not important! So what would you like to play?"

The blonde shrugged, "Anything other than war. . . I guess. . ." he replied so quietly that Trowa barely heard him.

Duo eyed his friend seriously, "Quatre, are you okay?" He asked again.

"Mmm?" The blue eyes finally left the tea, "Yeah. . . I'm fine." He offered a shaky smile.

"How about Old Maid?" The banged one suggested.

"Hey! Yeah!" Duo exclaimed, snatching the deck away from Wu Fei, and dealing out the cards. Quatre stood, pushing back his chair. "Hey, where are ya going?" The braided boy protested as the blonde picked up his candle.

"Gomen ne, Duo, but I'm not really in the mood to play cards." He smiled softly before leaving the kitchen.

Trowa's eye followed him until the door closed, and then he looked at the untouched tea. He blinked startled as Duo thrust his cards into his face. "Pick one, Trowa!" the braided boy grinned.

"Sorry." The banged boy apologized, "But, I'm not much of a card player." And with that, he also picked up his candle and left the kitchen.

"What's up with them?" The braided one pouted as he divvied up the forgotten cards.

Wu Fei shrugged, as he looked at his cards. `Damn. . ." He silently swore, `I got the joker!'

"Whatever it is better not jeopardize the mission." Hiiro warned as he studied and strategically arranged his hand.

Duo frowned at him, "Uh. . . Hiiro, it's Old Maid. . . There's no strategy involved. . ."

"Hn."

"Are we going to play or what?" Wu Fei snapped.

Duo rolled his eyes and selected one of Hiiro's cards. Upon making a match, he set it aside and offered his hand to the impatient Chinese boy.

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Quatre stood in front of his Gundam Sandrock, in the dark. His candle had gone out when he ran from the house to the secret shed, in the down pour. He was shivering in his wet pajamas, which were dripping, forming a puddle at his feet. The blonde looked up at the tall machine. "Sandrock. . ." He whispered through chattering teeth, "It happened again. . . I saw it and. . . and. . ."

A loud clap of thunder boomed loudly both startling and frightening the boy. With a yelp and a whimper, He hid behind one of Sandrock's massive feet. Crouched down, He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Alone and scared, the boy allowed himself to cry, till a restless sleep claimed him.

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`The thunder seems angry.' Trowa mused as he wondered the house, searching for the smaller boy. `I hope he's alright. . .' The banged boy frowned slightly as the angry thunder roared again, "Where are you, Quatre?"

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Hiiro sent a death glare out the window, as if the rain would cower in fear of him. Wu Fei stiffened slightly until the roll of thunder passed and the lightening flashed. "Baka a`r`ashi." He muttered.

"Yeah. . ." Duo agreed, nervously chewing his bottom lip, "Stupid storm."

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To be continued. . .