Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hitori no Totoi ❯ Sit ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Hitori no Totoi

Disclaimer:I do not own GW. -Sigh- This is getting old. Also the names I used are partly borrowed from some faithful reviewers, but are partly my own. That's it.

Author Notes: Here it is, as promised! I'm sorry for the wait. Now I'm busy watching all these anime I rented. It's a vicious cycle. I have so much to watch, but I have a deadline…not to mention the anime on Cartoon Network. What's the anime I'm watching you ask? Well, it's Gundam Wing. Does it surprise you to know I had until now seen only 6 episodes before making this fic, and only one episode when I started thinking this fic up originally!

I learned my GW facts and fictions from writers like you, and various GW shrines and sites. Lady Une's personality really stunned me. Lol. I know everyone called her schizophrenic, but I thought that was an exaggeration! Imagine what a surprise it was to actually see her freaking out! LOL! I'm glad I took on her character though. I still like her, very much so. I have developed a better fondness for Treize as well. I must say I'm sorry to admit that I still can't stand Relena. In fact, watching the series made me despise her all the more. I apologize to her fans.

Don't worry though, coz I like her okay in fanfics, especially when she's nice. In fact, she's cool in my fic. It's Hilde that I don't take to right about now. I've developed a fondness for Catherine too. I think this sequel should be much more interesting ne? Well, hopefully you'll tell me in your wonderful reviews! -nudge nudge-

Now on to the story plot! Duo's on L2, and goes by the alias Ash Hadel. He works various jobs in Professor G's underground lab, while being tested and treated at the same time. It's been three years since he left. The other pilots have continued on with their lives…though many changes have been made. And now…ON TO THE STORY!!!

The young man sighed as he pushed his brown bangs from his eyes. Suddenly, he looked up as he heard a whoosh coming from behind him. Ducking, he managed to dodge the screwdriver that had targeted him. He frowned a bit before looking towards the source of the object. There stood his friend- showing no remorse at all. In fact, he was smirking.

" Hey man, that's not something to play around with ya know. You coulda actually hit me!"

The younger man snorted.

" Yeah right. I couldn't hit you if my life depended on it. "

" Times change. You might be able to get me now…"

His friend snorted and walked toward him. His stride was now confident and proud. He was a steady six feet in height, and had to be going on 19 now. The teen's caramel skin had darkened due to a year or two of sun. He'd been around to witness the change himself.

In only a short time, the teen reached his target. From there, he started a stare-off. It took a minute before he blinked in frustration.

" Dammit! If I can't beat you in a staring contest, I sure as hell can't beat you fighting- weapons or not!"

Ash snorted.

" Yeah Char. I don't know what I was thinking. You, beat me? Impossible!"

The braided man, now known as Ash clapped the shoulders of his friend. Before he could speak however, the sound of the opening sliding door distracted them. Ash grinned lazily, before turning to fully face the figure.

" Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the doctor is in the house!"

"What if they still need my help?"

" I think they can live without you for one night dear."

" B-but I have to finish those papers. Not to mention I have to get ready for the I-"

The voice was hushed as a pair of lips enveloped his own. When they broke apart, the two continued to make their way through the parking lot. Under the lamplight, you could see a hint of blonde from the shorter of the two. The taller one had darker hair…in fact it was probably brown.

Any Preventer would have easily identified these two just because of the pairing, but if not, the taller man's uni-bang was a dead giveaway.

They continued to make their way to the car, holding one another. It was an unspeakably sweet scene-… sickeningly so to some.

As they finally found their means of travel, the blonde known as Quatre brought his lover down to kiss him before the very moon and stars above. In appreciation, the moon shined ever so softly, as to give a soft glow to the couple, and a shinier glint to the beautiful gold band that hugged each of the others' finger.

The broke apart, giving each other a soft look, before getting into the truck.

The young man shifted nervously. His eyes shifted under dark-brown bangs that hung down messily. After licking his parched lips, he spoke.

" Are you sure you're okay with this? I could come home if you want me to. I'm really sorry we couldn't go out tonight. We'll go tomorrow night, okay?"

He paused to listen to the response before smiling in relief.

" I'll see you when I get home then. Goodnight…and I love you."

The last part was said a bit quieter, but the message was heard, appreciated, and returned. The brown-haired man hung up softly and turned, only to bump into someone.

" Man Heero, you've been together for like two years now, yet you act like it's only been a couple of months! Don't be afraid to show your love! It's too bad you have to stay late with me."

The man known as Heero glared up at the other who didn't quite get the hints to shut up.

" Anyways, do you think you should leave her by herself?"

Heero's smile disappeared and he pushed past the other Preventer.

" Aw, Heero! Don't give me the cold shoulder!!!"

Before he completely left the room, he turned to look at the other man. He glared as he observed the man's ever-growing dirty-blonde hair, his light-green eyes, his damn height, and his smart-ass smirk. He sighed, catching himself before the revered death threat was given. Instead he chose to get back to work.

" Get back to work Storm. I don't know about you, but I like to keep my ass away from Une. Ja."

With that, he was gone. Storm shook his head a bit before following out.

" He never ceases to amaze me."

" Is Arley asleep?"

" Yeah. I finally got her to settle down."

" So we're free?"

A giggle was heard as bed-sheets were pushed back and a figure slid in.

" Yes, we are. Now you can ravish me all that you want!"

The other figure that lay there snorted.

" Subtlety is your strong point I see."

" Aw, you know what I mean. You can't say that you don't want this any less than I do. Having Arley makes things much more difficult and busier than usual."

The speaker laid her head on her lover. Her honey-colored hair shined against the pillows and sheets. The woman herself was more or less sprawled lazily against her other. She sighed as her partner embraced her.

" I wouldn't have it any other way. Would you Lena?"

" Nope…but I miss the constant sex!"

Exasperated, her lover rolled her eyes.

" I must admit, I do miss our love-making, but it's bearable. I don't mind so much, because I can make it up during times like this!"

To punctuate their point, the other flipped Relena so that she was beneath them. Relena didn't have enough time to register the move, because her lover's lips crashed down upon hers. They kissed passionately-Relena loving the feeling of submitting to the stronger of them. Her hand went to play within the other's hair, whilst her other hand strayed to touch their face. Gently, she caressed it as they broke apart. Panting, they smiled at each other.

" I love you Relena."

" I love you Dorothy."

" Da-da no!"

" No Da-da! NO!"

The said Father growled.

" Get in the tub!"

" No! Not Mama!"

" NOT MAMA!"

Taking a breath to calm himself, he looked at the two children edgily.

~ She just had to have twins didn't she? ~

" I'm sorry, but Mama's getting Max to go to sleep right now. Can't you get in for Daddy?"

The twins frowned in unison. He groaned to himself.

~ Aw, I'm going to have to use the plan B. Nataku, this is so degrading. ~

The black-haired man bent over and covered his eyes, shaking slightly. Fake crying noises came from him-which didn't sound fake at all to the little ones. It took a moment, but what child could resist a crying parent. The girl on the right leaned over to pat him.

" Sowwy Da-da. I take bath."

The other agreed, looking sorry as well.

" Don't kwy otay? We take bath-see?"

On their own accord, sort of, the two girls got into the water and waited for him to bathe him. Inside he sighed in relief. On the outside, he gave a little sniffle and smiled.

" Thank you. You're such good girls. This won't take too long."

Having said that, the oriental man crawled over to the tub and proceeded to wash them. There was an occasional splash or two, but it wasn't long before they were done.

Lovingly, he picked each up, drying them in a big green towel, before dressing them in their jammies. He quietly put them to bed, and left for his room after kissing them goodnight.

When he reached his room, he found his wife smiling at him. He took her by the waist softly, so that both arms encircled her.

" What are you smiling at?"

She kissed him on the nose.

" You don't know adorable you can be Wufei."

His nose scrunched up.

" What are you talking about onna?"

" I saw you with Mei and Fei. It was just too cute. It's interesting how cute and sexy you can be at the same time. Just looking at you get wet from the bath water made me-"

" Sally, don't even say it. I suggest we take this in the room, before we wake the baby. I'm regretting we gave him such a name now."

His wife giggled and led him inside.

" Ah yes, Max does have quite a pair of lungs on him doesn't he?"

The door clicked as it shut, and only various thumps could be heard.

A door opened quietly as she reached the top of the stairs. A familiar face peeped out. She stopped and smiled before uttering a tired greeting. The door pulled back completely to reveal a young woman with red-brown hair. Her lips were in a full pout yet a smile was on them.

She stepped forward and hugged her.

" It took you long enough to get back. I thought you'd never come home."

The older of the two chuckled, pushing back her long brown hair with her hand.

" Look who's talking! I see someone's doing some midnight cramming."

" But Mr. Mc Nire is evil! His tests are nearly impossible to study for- so why waste all that time. I'd rather do it all now and keep it fresh!"

Sighing at her daughter's antics, the woman turned to go down the hall to her own room.

" Even in 12th grade you never learn."

" It's just a cute quirk of mine huh Mum?"

" Sure Mari, whatever you say. Goodnight."

" G'night Mum!"

Une shook her head and smiled fondly at her daughter, before walking on. Before she could reach her room, Mari's voice called out once more. This time, it wasn't so cheerful.

" Is he coming over tomorrow?"

A pause.

" I don't think so sweetie."

Silence.

" Good."

Marimeia's door closed as softly as it had opened. Une sighed heavily before retiring to her own room.

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Tsuzuki

I'm back! Sorry it took a while, but I did say about two weeks!!! The updates won't be as quick this time around, coz of all the end of the year cramming and junk. Four more weeks and I'm free!!! WOOT! Not much to say down here, 'cept that I got a Beta, whom I want to thank.

Thanks Kentra!

She's a cool authoress here in the GW world too. Bloody Valentine and Until My Dying Day are personal faves of mine. Check'em out! That's about it. Oh! Marimeia is 18 in this fic!

Now, until the next chapter, ja!!!!!

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