Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Church Bells ❯ One-Shot
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Nita-sama 
Duo and Heero attend J's funeral and obtain some rather 'interesting' information about the cicumstances of his death.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 877 | Visits: 833 | Status: Completed
Duo and Heero attend J's funeral and obtain some rather 'interesting' information about the cicumstances of his death.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 877 | Visits: 833 | Status: Completed
Title: Church Bell
Genre: comedy, online joke, dry humor, maybe a little gross......oh and death
Pairing: 1x2, JxG (this is where the grossness comes in)
Summary: Duo and Heero attend J's funeral and obtain some rather 'interesting' information about the cicumstances of his death.
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I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling...
Five youths, along with one other elderly, figures stood solemn in a row before the casket of a once brilliant and sadistic old man. He had been known for his cold-hearted method of training and his even colder fascade during the war between the earth and colonies. Staring down at him as he was now, he looked frail and at piece with a small smile flitting his wrinkled pale flesh. They had dressed him in a oversized blue tuxedo with a single white rose in the left breast pocket. His posthetic hand was laced over his chest with the other. A single bang glinted around his pinky, next to it was an indentation of another that had been taken off. The missing piece of jewelry sparkled and swung lazy on a chain of the bystander that had dared to stand within touching distance of the man's body.
The wearer of the ring sniffled softly wiping at a lone tear that trickled down the rough planes of a hideous scar. He then wiped at his outrageously beaked nose and sighed. He turned soft blue eyes to his own apprentice and smiled something he rarely did during the war. But with the need for mobile suits gone, he had let himself grow out of it. Seeing the braided ex-Gundam pilot before him, he could see that that they all had grown quite a bit.
Starting in numerical order, he looked over each of the young men. Heero, 01, had stopped growing at around nineteen leaving him at five foot nine. He stood in a black tux with a single red hankerchief in his jacket's pocket. His hair was still an unruly mane of the darkest brown on top of his head. His cobalt blue eyes were emotionless towards the deceased scientist. His hands were clutched tightly at his side as if he didn't or couldn't believe he was gone.
Beside him, 02, Duo, placed a comforting hand on the youth's shoulder. He had grown as well towering over the Japanese teen by two or three inches. He too was all decked out in black, black jeans, black turtleneck with a pair of black gloves hanging from his back pocket. His chestnut hair was still tied back in a plait that brushed just past his knees now. His jester mask had been replaced with something more genuine that made his hearshaped face seem so much older. His violet eyes left J's body to look at Heero.
"You okay, Hee-chan?" He asked softly. The nickname, now, was said in a way of endearment instead of a joke towards the stoic ex-pilot. Heero nodded once before turning his gaze to the American. His eyes lit up visibly.
"Its strange...." He said and paused. He shook his head before turning back to J. "I sort of....miss him."
"Heero..." Quatre turned sad eyes to him. The Arabian had grown too. His sweet voice had deepened and his boyish features had melted away considerably. He had let his sunny blonde hair grow out enough that it fell just above his aquamarine eyes. He was dressed in a grey tuxedo.
At his side was Trowa, who had changed the most. He was dressed in a simple dark grey suit. His cinnamon brown hair had been swept back out of its customary band to reveal that, yes, he had two eyes, and, yes, they were both emerald green.
"How did he die, G?" Duo asked turning to the old man. "I mean, he was pretty healthy being 95 years old and whatnot."
"I'll tell you, come this way." G muttered turning towards a small room. Heero and Duo followed.
"He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning." G said before the two settled in the room properly. Duo visibly turned green and Heero shellshocked and horrified that two people nearly 100 years old could still have sex.
"That was asking for a little trouble wasn't it?" Duo asked forcing a grin. The attempt was ruined by the irritated tick of his eyebrow.
"Oh no, my boy," G replied. "Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when thechurch bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong."He paused to wipe away a tear and continued despite the steadily growing unease of the two boys, "He'd still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn't come along."
Duo threw up.
Heero fainted.
TBC......
a/n: Okay, here's another joke that supplied me with a plot bunny. lol. I like it.
Genre: comedy, online joke, dry humor, maybe a little gross......oh and death
Pairing: 1x2, JxG (this is where the grossness comes in)
Summary: Duo and Heero attend J's funeral and obtain some rather 'interesting' information about the cicumstances of his death.
**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~
I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling...
Five youths, along with one other elderly, figures stood solemn in a row before the casket of a once brilliant and sadistic old man. He had been known for his cold-hearted method of training and his even colder fascade during the war between the earth and colonies. Staring down at him as he was now, he looked frail and at piece with a small smile flitting his wrinkled pale flesh. They had dressed him in a oversized blue tuxedo with a single white rose in the left breast pocket. His posthetic hand was laced over his chest with the other. A single bang glinted around his pinky, next to it was an indentation of another that had been taken off. The missing piece of jewelry sparkled and swung lazy on a chain of the bystander that had dared to stand within touching distance of the man's body.
The wearer of the ring sniffled softly wiping at a lone tear that trickled down the rough planes of a hideous scar. He then wiped at his outrageously beaked nose and sighed. He turned soft blue eyes to his own apprentice and smiled something he rarely did during the war. But with the need for mobile suits gone, he had let himself grow out of it. Seeing the braided ex-Gundam pilot before him, he could see that that they all had grown quite a bit.
Starting in numerical order, he looked over each of the young men. Heero, 01, had stopped growing at around nineteen leaving him at five foot nine. He stood in a black tux with a single red hankerchief in his jacket's pocket. His hair was still an unruly mane of the darkest brown on top of his head. His cobalt blue eyes were emotionless towards the deceased scientist. His hands were clutched tightly at his side as if he didn't or couldn't believe he was gone.
Beside him, 02, Duo, placed a comforting hand on the youth's shoulder. He had grown as well towering over the Japanese teen by two or three inches. He too was all decked out in black, black jeans, black turtleneck with a pair of black gloves hanging from his back pocket. His chestnut hair was still tied back in a plait that brushed just past his knees now. His jester mask had been replaced with something more genuine that made his hearshaped face seem so much older. His violet eyes left J's body to look at Heero.
"You okay, Hee-chan?" He asked softly. The nickname, now, was said in a way of endearment instead of a joke towards the stoic ex-pilot. Heero nodded once before turning his gaze to the American. His eyes lit up visibly.
"Its strange...." He said and paused. He shook his head before turning back to J. "I sort of....miss him."
"Heero..." Quatre turned sad eyes to him. The Arabian had grown too. His sweet voice had deepened and his boyish features had melted away considerably. He had let his sunny blonde hair grow out enough that it fell just above his aquamarine eyes. He was dressed in a grey tuxedo.
At his side was Trowa, who had changed the most. He was dressed in a simple dark grey suit. His cinnamon brown hair had been swept back out of its customary band to reveal that, yes, he had two eyes, and, yes, they were both emerald green.
"How did he die, G?" Duo asked turning to the old man. "I mean, he was pretty healthy being 95 years old and whatnot."
"I'll tell you, come this way." G muttered turning towards a small room. Heero and Duo followed.
"He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning." G said before the two settled in the room properly. Duo visibly turned green and Heero shellshocked and horrified that two people nearly 100 years old could still have sex.
"That was asking for a little trouble wasn't it?" Duo asked forcing a grin. The attempt was ruined by the irritated tick of his eyebrow.
"Oh no, my boy," G replied. "Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when thechurch bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong."He paused to wipe away a tear and continued despite the steadily growing unease of the two boys, "He'd still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn't come along."
Duo threw up.
Heero fainted.
TBC......
a/n: Okay, here's another joke that supplied me with a plot bunny. lol. I like it.