Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Credits ❯ Chapter 1
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Yanagi 
Disclaimer: I do not own or hold any rights to Gundam Wing. Those rights belong to Bandai, Sunrise, and the Sotsu Agency. These fan fictions were written for fun, not profit. However, this story does belong to me. Please don’t snitch it.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.01.2005 | Updated On: 07.10.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 391 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own or hold any rights to Gundam Wing. Those rights belong to Bandai, Sunrise, and the Sotsu Agency. These fan fictions were written for fun, not profit. However, this story does belong to me. Please don’t snitch it.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.01.2005 | Updated On: 07.10.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 391 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Title: Ten credits
Author: Yanagi
Disclaimer: don't own, not making a profit etc.
Duo centric fic. Angst weird ness
"I'll give you ten now and twenty when it's weaned. I won't take it before then."
The old woman poked the bundle with one thin finger. It wriggled and mewled, the new born child inside already protesting
it's hunger. One bright amethyst eye blinked out of an opening in the ragged covering.
"A credit, Good Sir. Just one. The child is hungry. I'm an old woman and I can't feed my grandchild. For the love of god . . .
for the child. Please." The practiced beggars whine slid easily through her wrinkled lips.
The old woman held out the thin baby cradled in her arms. It was thin, but not too thin. If she let it get really skinny the gag
wouldn't work, the shills would know she wasn't feeding it. She took fairly good care of it. After all it was her livelihood,
begging was how she got her money, luckily the child was small for its age so it was going to work longer than most.
The shill gave her two credits in pocket change, that made forty for the day which was good. She wouldn't have to go out for
several days and that meant that she wouldn't have to drug the child to keep him from trying to scramble all over her. It was
annoying and put the shills off. A child that energetic couldn't be very hungry.
The small boy tugged at the bundle of rags and called softly. 'Granny . . . Granny get up. The shills will . . . Granny?'
realizing that 'granny' wasn't getting up again he just sat for a while all big bright eyes and trembling lips. Then he got to his
feet, rummaged in the ragged clothing until he found the small pouch of money and walked away, chewing on the jerky that
was the last meal he'd get for free.
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Ok totaly weird and stuff. But you know how it is, the only way to get a plot monkey to go away is to write it.
Author: Yanagi
Disclaimer: don't own, not making a profit etc.
Duo centric fic. Angst weird ness
"I'll give you ten now and twenty when it's weaned. I won't take it before then."
The old woman poked the bundle with one thin finger. It wriggled and mewled, the new born child inside already protesting
it's hunger. One bright amethyst eye blinked out of an opening in the ragged covering.
"A credit, Good Sir. Just one. The child is hungry. I'm an old woman and I can't feed my grandchild. For the love of god . . .
for the child. Please." The practiced beggars whine slid easily through her wrinkled lips.
The old woman held out the thin baby cradled in her arms. It was thin, but not too thin. If she let it get really skinny the gag
wouldn't work, the shills would know she wasn't feeding it. She took fairly good care of it. After all it was her livelihood,
begging was how she got her money, luckily the child was small for its age so it was going to work longer than most.
The shill gave her two credits in pocket change, that made forty for the day which was good. She wouldn't have to go out for
several days and that meant that she wouldn't have to drug the child to keep him from trying to scramble all over her. It was
annoying and put the shills off. A child that energetic couldn't be very hungry.
The small boy tugged at the bundle of rags and called softly. 'Granny . . . Granny get up. The shills will . . . Granny?'
realizing that 'granny' wasn't getting up again he just sat for a while all big bright eyes and trembling lips. Then he got to his
feet, rummaged in the ragged clothing until he found the small pouch of money and walked away, chewing on the jerky that
was the last meal he'd get for free.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ok totaly weird and stuff. But you know how it is, the only way to get a plot monkey to go away is to write it.