Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Duo 401 ❯ Basketball ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.05.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 340 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.05.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 340 | Status: Completed
Title: Duo 401 - Basketball
Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
Rating: PG for this part, but I don't know what the series overall will be yet
Warnings: TWT, potential shonen ai
Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I just like to play with them and make them play with each other.
Comments: This fic started out in my plot bunnies notebook and kinda evolved from there. It's Heero's POV. This is part two in a series of minifics that can stand alone, so they won't be written very frequently because parts will only come as the ideas form. ^_^ Enjoy.
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I don't even know why J decides to stick me at schools near by next target. I'm a terrorist trying to take out an organization with the most powerful warmachine between Earth and the colonies and I'm still stuck going to high school. I guess it gives me something to do in between orders, but otherwise, it's just a burden. You have to try to fit in or you attract too much attention, even though you're leaving in less than a week.
Every Friday we're allowed to do whatever we want in gym. Gym class can get pretty territorial, so if you don't protect what area you call yours properly, you'll be stuck playing knock-out with a group of jocks that have half a brain between them. My particular basketball hoop for Friday's gym classes is in the back near the storage rooms and across from the collapsible bleachers, and I'd just shoot hoops for the period entire the teacher called that it was time to go into the locker room and change.
There wasn't a mission to occupy my thoughts, and I didn't feel threatened by fellow students, so I'll admit that my guard was down. I had sent J a message saying how I didn't have the proper resources to complete the next mission and request that he send what was necessary. I should have worded the request a little more carefully because I didn't get a what to help but a who.
How Duo Maxwell excels in stealth operations is beyond me when he isn't acting like a pilot. I could hear him before I could see him. His whistling could be heard over the thud of basketballs hitting the gym floor and the squeak of rubbing sneakers. I could even detect the swish of his braid as the swayed from side to side with each of his steps. I probably even tensed, expecting him to hug me or something, but it never happened. He shot a ball that was tucked under his arm into the hoop, and it went in with a swoosh.
"See that? Nothing but net!" He flashed me the cocky grin I knew all too well. At least he hadn't said my name. He didn't know what alias I was boarding at this school under.
I didn't respond. Mentally I was cursing J. Mind you, I had and still don't have nothing against Duo. He just distracted me too much and it wasn't until later that I figured out why.
Swoosh. "Yes! Three points!" Duo was pointing his index fingers in the air and doing some ridiculous victory dance. He spun back around to face me, expression turning more serious and extremely competitive. "Whaddya say? Me and you, one on one. The loser at the end of the period buys the winner lunch."
I just smirked at him. Mission accepted.
Later in the cafeteria, my mood seemed considerably dampened. Duo was elated, which only seemed to make me feel worse. It goes without saying that I lost, and Duo was happily chowing down the lunch that I bought.
"That wasn't really fair of me," he said in between sipping his chocolate milk. "I am the master, after all. I should've been a little easier on you."
I extend of the conversation made up of glaring at his lunch tray.
"You're not gonna go blow yourself up or anything because you lost, are you? Heh. Just kidding. I mean, you weren't bad; I was just better." He bite the cheeseburger in half with one bite. "I might need for food, Heero. These burgers are dinky, and I'm a growing boy, you know," he said with a wink. He scowled at the cheeseburger. "We should've gone to Wendy's instead of McDonald's. They give you a bigger piece of meat."
"It was your choice," I threw in. I don't know why. I couldn't let him blame me for his "dinky burger".
"Yeah yeah, I know. So when did J decide that teaching you how to play basketball would round out your training?"
I shrugged. "I just picked it up. J didn't mind since it was athletic and helped raise agility and accuracy." I couldn't figure out where he would have learned to play, so I had to ask. "Who taught you?"
Duo's cocky grin softened a little, becoming almost nostalgic. I could have sworn I had seen the expression on his face before, but at the time I couldn't place it until after he explained. "I told you 'bout Solo, right?" I nodded mutely. "He taught me a little. We were out getting food when we found this beat up old ball. It was practically brown and the bumps were worn off so it was hard to hold, but he was excited. He started explaining to me about basketball, and all he remembered from before he was orphaned was when he'd play with his father in the park. We brought the ball back to where we had been hiding out at the time, and Solo managed to rig up a hoop with a trash can he cut the bottom off of, and that's what we'd do when there was nothing better around. The building had holes in the roof, so when the people in control of the colonies weather made it rain, we'd get soaked and cold, but we'd play basketball nonetheless. It kept us warm, ya know?" He sighed. "Yeah. So that's where I learned to play."
That was the second thing I learned about Duo's past.
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Owari
Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
Rating: PG for this part, but I don't know what the series overall will be yet
Warnings: TWT, potential shonen ai
Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I just like to play with them and make them play with each other.
Comments: This fic started out in my plot bunnies notebook and kinda evolved from there. It's Heero's POV. This is part two in a series of minifics that can stand alone, so they won't be written very frequently because parts will only come as the ideas form. ^_^ Enjoy.
*~**~*
I don't even know why J decides to stick me at schools near by next target. I'm a terrorist trying to take out an organization with the most powerful warmachine between Earth and the colonies and I'm still stuck going to high school. I guess it gives me something to do in between orders, but otherwise, it's just a burden. You have to try to fit in or you attract too much attention, even though you're leaving in less than a week.
Every Friday we're allowed to do whatever we want in gym. Gym class can get pretty territorial, so if you don't protect what area you call yours properly, you'll be stuck playing knock-out with a group of jocks that have half a brain between them. My particular basketball hoop for Friday's gym classes is in the back near the storage rooms and across from the collapsible bleachers, and I'd just shoot hoops for the period entire the teacher called that it was time to go into the locker room and change.
There wasn't a mission to occupy my thoughts, and I didn't feel threatened by fellow students, so I'll admit that my guard was down. I had sent J a message saying how I didn't have the proper resources to complete the next mission and request that he send what was necessary. I should have worded the request a little more carefully because I didn't get a what to help but a who.
How Duo Maxwell excels in stealth operations is beyond me when he isn't acting like a pilot. I could hear him before I could see him. His whistling could be heard over the thud of basketballs hitting the gym floor and the squeak of rubbing sneakers. I could even detect the swish of his braid as the swayed from side to side with each of his steps. I probably even tensed, expecting him to hug me or something, but it never happened. He shot a ball that was tucked under his arm into the hoop, and it went in with a swoosh.
"See that? Nothing but net!" He flashed me the cocky grin I knew all too well. At least he hadn't said my name. He didn't know what alias I was boarding at this school under.
I didn't respond. Mentally I was cursing J. Mind you, I had and still don't have nothing against Duo. He just distracted me too much and it wasn't until later that I figured out why.
Swoosh. "Yes! Three points!" Duo was pointing his index fingers in the air and doing some ridiculous victory dance. He spun back around to face me, expression turning more serious and extremely competitive. "Whaddya say? Me and you, one on one. The loser at the end of the period buys the winner lunch."
I just smirked at him. Mission accepted.
Later in the cafeteria, my mood seemed considerably dampened. Duo was elated, which only seemed to make me feel worse. It goes without saying that I lost, and Duo was happily chowing down the lunch that I bought.
"That wasn't really fair of me," he said in between sipping his chocolate milk. "I am the master, after all. I should've been a little easier on you."
I extend of the conversation made up of glaring at his lunch tray.
"You're not gonna go blow yourself up or anything because you lost, are you? Heh. Just kidding. I mean, you weren't bad; I was just better." He bite the cheeseburger in half with one bite. "I might need for food, Heero. These burgers are dinky, and I'm a growing boy, you know," he said with a wink. He scowled at the cheeseburger. "We should've gone to Wendy's instead of McDonald's. They give you a bigger piece of meat."
"It was your choice," I threw in. I don't know why. I couldn't let him blame me for his "dinky burger".
"Yeah yeah, I know. So when did J decide that teaching you how to play basketball would round out your training?"
I shrugged. "I just picked it up. J didn't mind since it was athletic and helped raise agility and accuracy." I couldn't figure out where he would have learned to play, so I had to ask. "Who taught you?"
Duo's cocky grin softened a little, becoming almost nostalgic. I could have sworn I had seen the expression on his face before, but at the time I couldn't place it until after he explained. "I told you 'bout Solo, right?" I nodded mutely. "He taught me a little. We were out getting food when we found this beat up old ball. It was practically brown and the bumps were worn off so it was hard to hold, but he was excited. He started explaining to me about basketball, and all he remembered from before he was orphaned was when he'd play with his father in the park. We brought the ball back to where we had been hiding out at the time, and Solo managed to rig up a hoop with a trash can he cut the bottom off of, and that's what we'd do when there was nothing better around. The building had holes in the roof, so when the people in control of the colonies weather made it rain, we'd get soaked and cold, but we'd play basketball nonetheless. It kept us warm, ya know?" He sighed. "Yeah. So that's where I learned to play."
That was the second thing I learned about Duo's past.
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Owari