Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Midnight Angel ❯ chapter three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: ShinimegamisScythe 
interacting of the other characters, while Heero and Duo are still sleeping
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Mystery / Mecha / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 473 | Visits: 898 | Status: Work In Progress
interacting of the other characters, while Heero and Duo are still sleeping
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Mystery / Mecha / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 473 | Visits: 898 | Status: Work In Progress
Midnight Angel
Part three
In the next morning Trowa was the first one to wake up. For the first time in a
month he felt completely relaxed and at peace. Looking around, he had to fight a
chuckle at the sight that greeted him from the red plush-sofa. The soft
vibrating of his chest (from suppressed laughter) woke the sleeping angel on his
lap.
"What is it Trowa?" Quatre whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful
silence. With a nod of his unibanged head, Trowa motioned him to take a look at
the sofa.
Duo's left hand rested loosely on Heero's shoulder, his right being tightly
grasped by Heero's left, While the perfect soldier's right hand clutched Death's
long silken braid like a lifeline.
//so sweet togehter...// the blonde empath thought. But something seemed a little off.
"Say, Trowa," he adressed his stoic lover "is it my imagination or
does Duo look ... different somehow...?"
Carefully Trowa scannded Duo's slim frame with his one visible eye.
"He seems to have lost some weight... and his face looks kinda different, I guess..."
Quatre was delighted. Not only was he, once more, right in his observation, but his oh-
so-silent significant other had chosen not to say 'yes', 'no' or maybe a 'so?'
he had actually answered in two whole sentences... kind of.
"I guess he's just pretty exhausted from the last mission." Quatre concluded.
Quietly he rose from Trowa's lap and entered the kitchenette, intending to
prepare some breakfast. Only to find that there was _nothing_ that looked even
remotely edible. A soft rumble drew his attention towards his lover - who now
lay sprawled on the floor, looking slightly abashed.
"It seems my legs fell asleep over night..." A soft chuckle from the stairs
indicated that another member of their team had woken up.
"Good morning Zechs." Quatre greeted the older boy. Meanwhile Trowa had managed
to stand up, feeling decidedly annoyed at the tingling sensation in his legs.
"Good morning to the both of you," Zechs replied to Quatre's kind greeting. Then,
after seeing the two who were still sleeping like the dead on their red sofa, he pulled
a little camera from the pockets of his pants and took some snapshots.
"Why so many?" Quatre asked.
"Well, somehow I have to fill the last pictures of this film..." Zechs said, shrugging.
"Besides, how could I let this opportunity slip, when Heero is smiling for once?" He
continued, a smug expression on his face.
Wufei, who came downstairs now, opened his mouth to mumble something like a
greeting, when he was suddenly interruppted by the _very_ loud growling of his
stomache. His face flushed in embarrasement, while Quatre slapped his forehead.
"Oh, I almost forgot... there's nothing to eat here..."
"Oh, the injustice..." Wufei groaned. He hadn't eaten anything in the last five days.
Part three
In the next morning Trowa was the first one to wake up. For the first time in a
month he felt completely relaxed and at peace. Looking around, he had to fight a
chuckle at the sight that greeted him from the red plush-sofa. The soft
vibrating of his chest (from suppressed laughter) woke the sleeping angel on his
lap.
"What is it Trowa?" Quatre whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful
silence. With a nod of his unibanged head, Trowa motioned him to take a look at
the sofa.
Duo's left hand rested loosely on Heero's shoulder, his right being tightly
grasped by Heero's left, While the perfect soldier's right hand clutched Death's
long silken braid like a lifeline.
//so sweet togehter...// the blonde empath thought. But something seemed a little off.
"Say, Trowa," he adressed his stoic lover "is it my imagination or
does Duo look ... different somehow...?"
Carefully Trowa scannded Duo's slim frame with his one visible eye.
"He seems to have lost some weight... and his face looks kinda different, I guess..."
Quatre was delighted. Not only was he, once more, right in his observation, but his oh-
so-silent significant other had chosen not to say 'yes', 'no' or maybe a 'so?'
he had actually answered in two whole sentences... kind of.
"I guess he's just pretty exhausted from the last mission." Quatre concluded.
Quietly he rose from Trowa's lap and entered the kitchenette, intending to
prepare some breakfast. Only to find that there was _nothing_ that looked even
remotely edible. A soft rumble drew his attention towards his lover - who now
lay sprawled on the floor, looking slightly abashed.
"It seems my legs fell asleep over night..." A soft chuckle from the stairs
indicated that another member of their team had woken up.
"Good morning Zechs." Quatre greeted the older boy. Meanwhile Trowa had managed
to stand up, feeling decidedly annoyed at the tingling sensation in his legs.
"Good morning to the both of you," Zechs replied to Quatre's kind greeting. Then,
after seeing the two who were still sleeping like the dead on their red sofa, he pulled
a little camera from the pockets of his pants and took some snapshots.
"Why so many?" Quatre asked.
"Well, somehow I have to fill the last pictures of this film..." Zechs said, shrugging.
"Besides, how could I let this opportunity slip, when Heero is smiling for once?" He
continued, a smug expression on his face.
Wufei, who came downstairs now, opened his mouth to mumble something like a
greeting, when he was suddenly interruppted by the _very_ loud growling of his
stomache. His face flushed in embarrasement, while Quatre slapped his forehead.
"Oh, I almost forgot... there's nothing to eat here..."
"Oh, the injustice..." Wufei groaned. He hadn't eaten anything in the last five days.