Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Letters from Duo ❯ Chapter 4

By: Mel and Christy
Warnings: Humour?
Disclaimer: No money, no ownie, no sue! We don't own 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer' either. That's the Beatles'.

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Noin wiped the soot and ash off her face, cursing the demonic Gundam and its pilot for all she was worth. "Balls... the kid has balls. Walking that monster onto the base like he was on a Sunday stroll, blasting music out of the speakers, then calmly naming each building ninety seconds before he blew it up." Cursing again, she palmed open the door to her quaters, then jumped as the same music the pilot had blasted out over his speakers started up in her room.

'P.C. Thirty-One said "we caught a dirty one"
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures ohh-oh-oh-oh
Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery
Say he must go free (Maxwell must go free)
The judge does not agree and he tells them so-o-o-oo
But as the words are leaving his lips
A noise comes from behind

Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon his head
Bang, Bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that he was dead '

Peering cautiously through the door, she saw the room was empty, then she spied a message on her computer.

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FROM: Silver_Hammer@Bang_Bang.net
SENT: 00:05 August 15, 195AC
<NO FURTHER MESSAGE DATA>

---message begins---

Lucrezia-Babe!

I really hated to do that to you, since I'm sure you're generally a real nice lady outside the OZ thing, but orders are orders. At least I gave you some warning before detonating all the bombs and blowing the hangar to bits. Oh, and don't let that get out-- I'd hate for my reputation to suffer. You know, people would start to think I'm a push over, a bleeding heart, a nice guy... warning my enemies and all that. Besides, I owed you for helping out Heero and Trowa, even if it was only because the Blond Bombshell told you to. They're my friends, and losing them would have really sucked... not to mention it would have pissed me off, which is not a good thing. So, thanks.

Since you helped my friends, I warned you before making things go BOOM. Does that make us even?

Duo Maxwell, 02, Shinigami, BOOM Master

P.S. Lucrezia- that's really a pretty name. It suits you. Can I call you 'Lu'?

P.P.S. So, are you and the Blond Bombshell an item? Is he any good?

---message ends---

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"What have you done now, Duo?"

"Q, Q, c'mere," Duo giggled, waving the Arabic pilot over. "Look at this!"

Quatre's eyes widened as he read the reply email. "Oh. Oh, my. And she always seemed like such a polite, controlled woman..."

"'Oh, my'?" Duo repeated skeptically. "That's all you have to say? We've got to work on your vocabulary, Q-man."

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FROM: Noin.L@OZ.org
TO: Silver_Hammer@Bang_Bang.net
SENT: 04:23 August 15, 195AC
SUBJECT: Maxwell, you little rat!

---message begins---

Even? *Even*?! Maxwell, we'll be even the day I blow up your Gundam the way you keep blowing up my suits! Trust me, nothing I say will or do could possibly sully *your* reputation. You don't *have* one! Even if I tried to say nice things about you-- and I don't plan to-- people would just assume that I'd lost my mind and they'd lock me up. I've never done a favour for you, so I sure as hell don't need you to do any favours for me! Anything I may or may not have done for Lt.Col. Merquise is a matter between him and me and none of your business.

The same goes for my hypothetical private life. Not that I have the time for one, with insane Gundam pilots who like weird music busting in at all hours to trash whichever base I happen to be on!

--Noin

P.S. And if you ever call me 'Lu' in public, or to my face, I will hunt you down without mercy.

---message ends---

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