Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Surprises ❯ Viceni or Vince? ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimers: Don't own G-boys, wish I did. I'm broke and not worth suing. The OCs you see however are just that `original characters' meaning mine.

 

Warnings: Okay, one swear word. One. See, it's right at the very top in a two word sentence. Don't want to read it, skip that ittle bity sentence.

 

Extra Note: This is my first attempt at fanfic, hope you enjoy. More at the end, please read it.

 

 

Thanks and enjoy the show…!

 

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Genius is nothing but a great aptitude for patience.
George-Louis de Buffon

 

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-Surprises-

-Vicéni or Vince?-

-Chapter 3-

 

AC 213

December 28

 

“Mmm…damn.”

 

A snort at the side of the room causes the newly awakened form to bolt upright, fully alert. A hiss follows quickly while a long bronzed arm cradles wrapped ribs. As long nimble fingers gently probe the tender ribs a thump and bounce sound in the quiet room as a medical chart lands next to the bandaged man. The nimble fingers leave the ribs and pick up the chart. A soft hum of affirmation while the pages on the chart rustle.

 

“Bruised ribs, minor head wound - no concussion, that's good…scattered abrasions and lacerations…hmm.” The man sets the chart to the side and another parcel lands in his lap this time. The parcel turned into a green short sleeve turtle neck, cargo khaki pants, and a khaki flak vest. The man slides out of the bed and slowly stands, bracing himself when the world, colony, whatever, lurches and spins. A strong calloused hand on his elbow keeps him upright as the world rights itself.

 

Taking a deep breath and murmuring a quiet `Thank you' the man dresses in the borrowed clothes, stopping and catching his breath the few times his ribs twinge. Circus life helped put the cuts and bruises out of his mind but couldn't really help with his ribs. He hated bruising his ribs, it screwed up his much vaulted grace and flexibility. He quietly admitted to himself that he was grateful the hand never left and even helped him with the shirt.

 

Once successfully dressed the man turns and smiles his quiet gratitude at the young man at his elbow. The young man, approximately 16, 5'7”, tone and lithe with the air of a contortionist, quirks his lips in quiet understanding and recognition.

 

He was dressed similarly to the man except he had a sleeveless black turtle neck on. The pockets on the pants and vest were loaded and a gun was holstered in the small of his back. His skin was a rich tan color between bronze and caramel. Old and new scars criss-crossed his arms, some from bullets, some knives, and a few that looked suspiciously like teeth marks. His slightly quirked lips were pale but full and fit what little of his face was seen. That was the most prominent characteristic of the youth. His straw brown hair with chestnut highlights in the light, was in a duo-bang, effectively covering both halves of his face, leaving the middle strip of his face visible. Evidently he had a widow's peak. Having experience with using hair as a mask, the man guessed the boy's eyes were black and possibly sloed. Other than that, a blood red garnet tear drop dangled from his right ear on a simple gold chain down to his chin. Topping everything off was the air of quiet self-confidence.

 

The man smiles and his emerald eye gleams with subconscious recognition. He extends his hand and the duo-banged young man clasps his forearm in a firm, sure grip which the uni-banged man returns. “Trowa Barton,” he introduces himself when they release each other. “Pilot 03,” a soft but male voice confirms. The boy's lips quirk for a moment before continuing. “Vicéni, Pilot -,” “Twenty? Vicéni is Latin for twenty.” Vicéni's body language subtly exclaimed pleased surprise at Trowa's knowledge. “Correct. Call me Vince. Saves headaches,” the lips twist and Vince snorts softly in disdain although his tone never altered.

 

Trowa's lips twist in sympathy while he quickly scans the room. He had been doing so subconsciously but he took the time now to do so consciously. Vince notices and gestures to Trowa to follow. “01 is downstairs. The others are being taken care of.” With that, Trowa and Vince leave the room.

 

 

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Name: Vicéni

Alias: Vince

Gender: Male

Significant Feature: Tallest, duo-bang, silent, knife fighter (hint)

Appearance: 5'8”, duo banged hair style, aura of a contortionist (hint)

Persona: Actions speak louder than words (very damn quiet)

 

War Opinion: “Wherever there is darkness, there is me.”

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Once again, short. I know. Live with it.

 

Tell me:

Which writing style do you like better, Pro&1 or Ch2&3?

Which do you prefer, Ch 2 or Ch 3?

 

Reviewers: Leapfrog- They won't figure out the whole, `I'm a parent' thing until after 30, 40, and 50 make an appearance. As for mothers, you might want to check the prologues. As far as I care, I don't see any of the pilots going out of their way to be parents which is why this is based around that concept, so no spare kids in the corners to worry about. As for the raising, that might surprise you. And yes, I made them teens on purpose because I couldn't/can't write a convincing kid if my life depended on it. I always make my kids sound like teens, so lets just skip that part ok? However, no hints here! Gotta watch the story for more about that! Oh, and Relena is evil incarnate in pink. And yes, pink is the color of evil (/nods head wisely/)

 

Reviews, especially with suggestions or criticism will help me write more. Flames will make me laugh and be subjected to a good ass ripping at the start of the next chapter. Both are more than accepted however!

 

If you like this, then read my other works! Surprises (GW) (Shounen-ai) (Nonslash) (T) The first two chapters are prologues, after that is normal story. 16 after the end of Marimeia's Rebellion, a new threat has arisen and now the old pilots are forced to meet the new. Did someone mention parenthood?!

Dolphin's Five (GWxNaru) (Shounen-ai) (Nonslash) (T) One of the Gundam pilots has a secret and that secret winds up sending our favorite ex-terrorists into the middle of Team 7's training field. What will happen when they find out they can't get back? Will they be able to adapt to this strange world or will they break? A certain Dolphin won't let that happen!