Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Stormy day entertainment ❯ What to do? ( Chapter 1 )

The drizzling rain ran in rivulets down the window pane. Gentle streams were broken and re-linked by the patter of drops. A breeze of breath coated the window in fog. Long nimble fingers, more suited to finessing locks, drew the letters REDRUM in the white. As the last remnants of mist evaporated from the glass a dull thud was heard.

"Fuck. Well, I know I shouldn't do that." Rubbing his head, where it had purposely met the window, Duo reconsidered his options for entertainment.

"Bug Quatre. Done. Bug Trowa. Done. Bug Heero. Shot. Bug Wufei. M.I.A." Idly stretching, he winced from the bruises already forming on his ribs. His earlier attempts at entertaining himself had unfortunately ended with Heero's own attempt to shoot him. Luckily, Duo grinned to himself, he dove out of the way, saving his life for the next mecha fight.

"Damn it, if only Wu-man weren't in hiding, I would have enough to do till this damned storm is over." Although Duo did have to give Wufei credit for craftiness.

When he had gone to find the meditating man, the only clues left behind were a TV turned to the weather channel, correctly presenting the current weather, and the obvious signs of a hasty departure.

Duo looked around his room in a futile attempt at locating some entertainment. Weapons of destruction (mass destruction or not) were scattered randomly around the cluttered space. Five or six knives were stuck in different places on the four painted black walls. At least three scythes were hung on those same walls, two of which were criss-crossed over the head of his bed. There was one 9mm laying on the floor next to his bed, one Glock under his pillow, and two more handguns shoved in the different piles of dirty laundry laying across the floor. The grip of an AK-47 was sticking out from under his bed and one old fashioned hunting rifle, a Remington, tucked between the mattress and the wall.

As his list of implements of destruction rambled through his head (just as cluttered as his room), Duo tried to concoct some plan of action.

"Hey! Heero won't talk to me but he will probably email me something to do! YES! Heero wants to get rid of me anyway, this'll make him happy." Duo leaned over the edge of his bed and riffled through a three-week old pile of towels. Crowing in victory he whipped out his laptop and flipped the screen up, revealing a screen saver featuring a gravestone with varying styles of crosses appearing on its face.

To: spandxgun@gndm.com

From: braiddeath@gndm.com

Title: Don't shoot, I want something to do.

Msg:

Hey man! I really Really rEally reAlly reaLly realLy reallY REally rEAlly reALly reaLLy realLY REALLY want something to do. You wouldn't have any ideas wouldja? Any at all? Anything? I hope so cuz I need something to do, desperately. Sooooooooooooo, got any ideas, email me back! I'm so desperate I'll take pretty much any suggestions. Please. I don't have to pull out the ultimate threat do I? wait. I just did. Ok. So, email me.

Braiddeath - "Good or bad, I'm the one with the gun."

Tab. Space bar. "And off the message goes. Woo-hoo, not long now and I'll have something to do. At least I don't gotta risk getting shot to be entertained now. Now to wait."

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Bing. "You've got mail." Death's harsh voice scratched its way out of the mini speakers on Duo's laptop. As he did every time his favorite sound effect went off, Duo mimicked it. "You've got mail." He tried to sound as rough and fear-inspiring but his voice just couldn't carry it off.

"All right let's see what Heero came up with for me." Clickity clack went the keys as Duo scrolled through all his old unopened messages.

"Ahhh, here we are, Spandxgun. I just love that mail address. I'm so glad I changed it from his old one. Silent. Pfff. Spandxgun is so much better. Yep, I'm just genious."

To: braiddeath@gndm.com

From: spandxgun@gndm.com

Title: hn.

Msg:

Find Wufei. He's got a mission. Isn't answering mails or calls.

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"Well he's not one to talk. But I already know that! Silly blonde!" (sweatdrop) "Anyway, lets get going!" Duo rushed around his room, grabbing up his implements of death as he prepped to go a-hunting.

"I'm huntin' Wufeis. Uhuhuhuhuhuh." Doing his best Elmer Fudd impression, Duo tucked his braid under his shirt, grabbed his mp3 player, and rushed to the hanger.