Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ No Point ❯ No Point ( Chapter 1 )

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

No Point

By Weissangel24

09/05/04

Warnings: no point

Disclaimers: No point, don't own them. You knew that.

I am the Queen of Sap

Comments and criticisms are welcomed, just please don't be nasty about them.

Enjoy.

Weissangel24

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No Point

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“Duo, what are you doing?” Quatre asked, standing in the doorway to the braided boy's room.

“Typing.” Came the simplistic response.

“I can see that.” The blonde smiled, “Why are you typing?”

“Cause. . .”

“Is it for a mission?”

“Nope.”

“Is this homework for the school we're holed up in?”

“Nope.”

“Then what is it?” Quatre whined, feeling more than a little frustrated.

“Nothing really.”

“Is this for fun?”

“Kinda.”

“A story?”

“Not really.”

“Duo!” The blonde groaned, banging his head against the door, “What did you do? Steal Hiiro's personality?”

“Hn.”

“DUO!”

“Sorry, Q.” The braided boy smirked.

“Why don't you just answer my question?”

“Which question was that? You've asked several.”

“What are you typing?”

“It's pointless, really. . .”

“But what is it?”

“This entire conversation that we've. . . well you've just had.”

“What!?” the blonde blinked really confused.

The braided boy pushed away from his lap top, “Here, take a look. . .”

“What was the purpose of typing out our dialogue?” Quatre asked, after he had skimmed through it, no less confused then before.

“As a favor to Weissangel. . .”

“. . .?”

“She was looking at her fics and realized that she had 19.”

“SO?”

“She doesn't like the number 19.”

“Why?”

“Doesn't matter.” Duo shrugged, as his typing resumed.

“You still haven't answered my question.” Quatre frowned, watching as his friend typed out the last letters of the statement he had just made.

“Sorry. . .” Duo apologized distractedly. “She wanted 20.”

“20? 20 what?”

“Fics. . . so I told her I'd help her out. . .”

“Well that's nice of you I guess. . .” The blonde shook his head. “Let me get this straight. . . You've been typing word for word our conversation we just had. . . are still having, just so that Weissangel can have 20 fics!?”

“Yeah, that about sums it up.”

“Why you?” Quatre demanded, “Why not Hiiro, or Fei or me?”

“What about Trowa? Is he chopped liver now?” Duo raised an eyebrow at the smaller boy.

“No, he's out on a mission.” Quatre huffed.

“Same with Hiiro. As for Fei, if he were to even take the time to type out anything, it would be nothing but a rant against being stuffed into the human cannon in Weisslark. And you know that we don't want to get him started or give him the opportunity to rant about that!”

“We'd never get him to shut up.” The blonde agreed, “But that still doesn't explain why not me.”

“My number came first.” Duo shrugged.

“What?”

“Her name is Weissangel 24. The 4 is you and the 2 is me- her two favorite characters. 2 comes first.” The braided boy grinned. “I write.”

“But I'm the one she always tortures and/or kills!” The smaller boy complained, “I think she owes me!”

“Awe. . .” Duo mock pouted at his friend. “I'm sorry, Q, really. I am.”

“Sure you are.” Quatre grumbled, “What a load of watermelon!”

“Hey! Watch your language! Weissangel didn't rate this fic for language!”

“I don't believe you!” The blonde exclaimed exasperated.

The braided boy pouted, hurt mirrored in his violet eyes, “I'm crushed, Q. You know I don't lie. . . but if you don't believe me, just reread the title page.”

“AUGH!” Quatre screamed, before storming off into his room and slamming the door hard.

“Ouch.” Duo grimaced, turning back to his laptop, “Note to self. . . don't tick off Quat. . . and ask Weissangel if he can have a turn next time. . .”

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Owari.

A/N See, I told you. Pointless.

Or not. . .

I actually wanted to thank all of my readers. If I didn't have those who are actually interested in the ideas that come out of my head, I wouldn't have finished my first story, let alone start/finish 19 others.

::bows respectfully:: Demo arigato, minna-san.

Til next time. . .

Weissangel24