Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ die Breifs zu ein tot chinesisch Mann ❯ Kapital I ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Not ours…yet. Chocolate Coke is ours until we find someone stupid enough to pay money for it. We don't even own a copy of Playboy.

Warnings: character death, bad German, shonen-ai, pictures of naked Relena, that's about it. It looks like there is no plot, but really it hasn't developed yet.

A/N: We put this on top of the rough draft and we couldn't resist:

"Note: This is a fanfic. We do not go around writing fake diary entries to fake people. Please do not call the little people in white coats with a butterfly net who come and take you to the pretty place with the pinky purple walls the exact color of Prozac. They scare us."

Timeline: Post-everything.

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Hey, Wuffie!

I know, I know, it's Wufei. But you always call me Maxwell, so neah! Nothing's new on Earth, or the colonies, or anywhere. War sucked, and I'm glad it's over, but man, there's nothing to do! The most exciting thing that's happened in days is Chocolate Coke. It's no good, either. Even worse than vanilla. You can't find vanilla anywhere, for which I thank God regularly.

Talked to Quatre the other day, same old, same old there too. Trowa still won't let him cook. Q-man said his exact words were, "Little One, you know I love you, but I'll let Duo cook before I let you!" I think he was exaggerating 'cause Trowa doesn't talk that much. Maybe he didn't talk for the rest of the day.

Relena's picture was supposedly in Playboy, so I had to buy a copy, just to see if it was fake. It was.

Sally e-mailed me today. She invited me to her party. She said everyone was going to be there, and they're going to have New York pizza. That's the best pizza ever! I wish you could come. It's gonna be a blast! She's still mad at you. I don't blame her. I'm not mad at you, even though I think you are an asshole after what you pulled.

Haven't talked to Heero in ages. I hope he's all right.

Miss ya,

Duo