Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Black Queen ❯ Unlikely Success ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.22.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 304 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.22.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 304 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 12-22-02
(The Black Queen - Chapter Nine: Unlikely Success)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Unlikely Success
Natasha.
Thorazine, it's got to be that. I should call the nurse in and ask
what's going on, and then demand more Thorazine.
"Duo? Duo, please stay awake."
When did my eyes close? I force them to open.
"What are you doing here?"
She doesn't answer. "You shouldn't have come after me."
"Are you okay?"
"Go back into space. You can escape from here easily."
"I don't understand."
She smiles, "Go to sleep, Duo. I'll watch over you."
Oh Thorazine, Oh Thorazine, how wonderful you truly are. Just one
dose lasts all night, I'll never wake, 'til dawn's light...
I'm not sleeping. I'm not awake, either. I float, mercifully and
blissfully disconnected from everything. Nothing touches the center
where I am, it all simply drifts along the outside. Floats right on
by. It is very nice. I like this.
Reluctantly, I pull away and move back through the layers until I
achieve partial awareness. I need to tell Natasha something. Opening
my eyes, I find a comforting hand gripping my own. The silent
observer, seeing me wake, stirs.
"Nata..." I start to say, the words dying on my lips as I turn my
head enough to see it's Heero beside me.
"How are you feeling?"
"Perfectly awful. Where's Natasha?"
The reaction is not at all what I expected. Heero jumps from the
chair, releasing my hand as he stares down at me with that Look. Of
shock, confusion, pain and a whole load of nasties I don't like
seeing in those cobalt depths.
"What?" I ask, trying to stay calm. He must not have heard me
correctly. "Where is Natasha? Didn't you see her when you came in?"
"Duo..." Heero sounds pained.
"But..." I look at him, then look anywhere but at his face because of
the anguish in his eyes. I hate myself for causing him so much pain.
What is it like for him, not knowing if I'm... all here. Crazy, crazy
Duo. Blew some heads off, so they boxed 'm on up and shipped him off
to St. Ives's.
"I saw her," I insist, pleading with Heero. I don't want to be crazy.
"Duo, there's a nurse right outside in the station. Your door locks
automatically and can only be opened by authorized personnel. The ICU
is in the center of the middle floor of this hospital. It would be
difficult for even me to access your room unauthorized."
"I'm not crazy," I whisper, more to myself than Heero.
He searches for a safe reply, "You are on a lot of medication.
I nod. "Thorazine."
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Around three in the afternoon the doctors comes in and shuffles
around importantly without really doing anything. After checking the
machines he gruffly asks, "Any pain?"
To which I reply, "Whatever you've got me on is really spiffy. Do I
get more of that Thorazine stuff tonight?"
The doctor merely leaves, as if my question is not important. As he
leaves, Heero, Relena and two other people enter, escorted by a
nurse. "No unnecessary excitement," the nurse mutters as she leaves.
Hospital personnel are grouchy individuals when you're a psychotic
murderer.
"Good afternoon," Relena says primly, "have you seen the news?"
I look to the television set they've wheeled into my room, but the
doctor turned it off when he first came. "No, mostly old re-runs."
She crosses the room and turns the set on, quickly flipping to a
twenty-four hour news station. The ticker along the bottom reads
"Murder in Sanc" as a thin new caster rambles on. Relena passively
turns up the volume, folding her arms across her sweater as she looks
nervously at the screen.
"Although reports vary and government administrator's have yet to
issue any statements, law enforcement officials have confirmed that
two dead bodies were found in Vice Minister Relena Peacecraft's
estate Tuesday. The identities of the two is unknown at his time,
however, it has been confirmed that Miss Peacecraft was out of the
country when the bodies were found and has since returned to help
facilitate the investigation."
Relena mutes the news caster and turns to take in me, Heero and the
two strangers in one glance. "I cannot have my name associated with
this fiasco. I cannot be party to aiding and assisting criminals. My
spokesperson is going to issue a statement saying I had no knowledge
of Duo's presence and was merely giving hospitality to the former
pilot and war hero Heero Yuy."
"I understand," I say before Heero can offer objections. And I do,
understand. I'd rather not hide behind Relena's pink coat tails
anyways.
She gestures to the two new people, "This is the best lawyer I could
find and the best psychiatrist." I flinch at that one, shooting a
panicked look to Heero, but he's staring at Relena. I don't want a
new doctor. Can't they get my old one from L4? That one understood
enough.
Relena continues talking, "Both have agreed quite nobly to assist the
Peacecraft cause and both know I only want peace through pacifism."
Heero speaks up in a soft but commanding voice, his eyes hard and
cold and threatening, "Thank you. This is very generous of you,
but..."
"But nothing. I insist," she stresses that. Insists. Capitalized.
"That you accept their services. I'll see to it both are paid in
full. It would be most advantageous for all of us if you listen well
to their advice," she says carefully, looking to Heero instead of me.
She's buying our cooperation. Damn her. She doesn't care what it
means for me to found guilty, or even not-guilty by insanity.
Relena waits for the nurse at the station to unlock the door before
leaving, one final glance to Heero. I study the professionals. The
woman in a hunter green skirt-suit must be the psychiatrist and the
thin wiry young man the lawyer.
To my slight surprise, the man introduces himself as "Doctor Davis,"
as he shakes Heero's hand.
"I'd shake your hand, but my arms are immobilized," I say with a
Maxwell grin. The doctor frowns. Score: Davis 0, Maxwell 1.
"He's strapped to the bed," Heero explains quietly, looking at me
with a 'behave!' look in his eyes. I beam back at him, but he isn't
fooled. Concern lurks in cobalt depths
"Janice Jerome," the woman says. She has a stern countenance, her
thick auburn hair knotted tightly at the nape of her neck. "As soon
as Relena lets the police officially name you a suspect we can get
this whole thing cleared up. I assume you'll be arrested, but bail
shouldn't be an issue. I can probably get R.O.R anyways."
Doctor Davis raises one pale eyebrow, "Own recognizance? As a mental
health specialist, I would not recommend that."
"Hey, doc, my job's the legal shit, not health."
The arguing's making me dizzy. I look to Heero, who looks to me and
shrugs helplessly. The lost expression of his face is so cute I can't
help but laugh. Laughing keeps my mind off the terror.
Janice Jerome and Doctor Davis both stop talking to stare at me. I
smile charmingly in return to ward off the rising edge of blind panic.
"If you would excuse us, I think Duo and I need to get better
acquainted," Doctor Davis says stiffly. Importance is just radiating
off him. Pompous bastard.
Heero shuffles slightly closer to the bed as the lawyer crosses her
arms in a standoff-ish way. No one cares what I want. The lawyer
think she knows what to do, and Doctor Davis just looks so
knowledgable. Then Heero's hovering around all... I sigh even though
I want to scream and watch the whole thing with a disconnected
interest as the air stirs up with a prospective battle.
Interrupting the stand off is a nurse. It's my old pal Beatrice.
Visiting hours are over," she announces, hands on her stout hips.
"I'll not have you disrupting my patient's rest."
As my three visitor's file out of the room, I'm only sad to see one
of them go, Heero glances back, catching my eyes again and we both
shrug minutely, expressing our mutual confusion. We're trapped by
Relena's generosity. Because of it all, the truth will never be
known. Amy's death and that of the maid will be forever forgotten to
the realm of political back wash.
Beatrice wields the Thorazine shot. "Just to help you sleep," she
says in a motherly voice, but I know better. I know they don't give
you that kind of serious medication just to sleep.
Not that I mind.
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"You're not real," I whisper, "Heero told me so."
She frowns, "Heero told you I'm not real?"
I nod.
"Do I look real? Feel real?"
I nod.
"But Heero said I'm not real, and you believe him?"
I don't nod. "Why can't you stay until he arrives? Then you can just
tell him you're perfectly real and not some... some hallucination!"
"Sorry, Duo. I can't do that," Natasha says. I believe her, because
she genuinely seems sorry. I understand. She's hiding. "You need to
get out of here. I've seen the news stories; everyone thinks you
killed those two."
"And you think I didn't?"
"I know you didn't. I can prove it, too. Just not yet. You need to
get out of this place, though. Once they force you into pleading
guilty it'll be near impossible to prove otherwise."
She's right. Natasha's always right. Always, always, always. Right.
"How am I suppose to get out of here? It's high security, and I'm
tied to the bed."
She scoffs, "The Duo I know wouldn't be stopped by a simple thing as
leather straps. If you're ready, I'll go take care of the nurse.
Rendezvous by the elevator, that's where the cameras are no longer
able to film our movements."
"But the straps..."
Natasha's gone, just like that. I've no choice but to meet her, now.
I try to approach the situation with my pilot training, ignoring the
drugs threatening to muddle my thoughts. I wiggle, testing the feel
of the leather bonds.
I can do this.
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
"The cameras were originally installed to make sure the night-shift
nurses stayed on duty. Unfortunately, that means only the nurse's
station is fully viewable in the tape, but you can see the edge of
the ICU room Mister Maxwell was staying in and he shows up... here,"
the security officer said, pointing to a shadow emerging from
Duo's room.
Heero nodded slightly, recognizing the lithe movements. "Where was
the nurse during this?"
The officer glances to his supervisor for a moment before replying,
"She was found unconscious by a janitor. We suspect Mister Maxwell
knocked her out. We still haven't figured out how the door was
unlocked, since it locks from the outside and can only be accessed by
the nurse's station console."
"Heero, you realize this only compounds the trouble Duo's gotten
himself into, do you? His earlier transgressions getting out of the
institution, which include assault, kidnapping, grand theft auto,
reckless driving and resisting arrest. Then he violated ten more laws
getting back into the country, and then he goes and kills two people
then escape with violence yet again!"
Relena was all but screeching at that point, "Not to mention his
record, and this time being a war hero won't make it all go away and
grant him freedom after only a year's parole!"
For the moment, Heero opted to ignore her hysterics. "What else?" he
asked the security officer, looking to the vid screen.
"There isn't any other evidence. The escape was virtually perfect. It
wasn't for this little bit of film..."
Heero felt an odd bit of pride for Duo's accomplishment, however
crazy, reckless, stupid and possibly suicidal it might be. He had
already heard from the doctor... No, he wouldn't think about that.
He wouldn't think about Duo wandering around by himself, weak from
blood loss and his wounds and major surgery and about a hundred other
things. The doctor had said that without pain killers and medical
treatment, that without a way to prevent infection, and the fact they
had yet to actually fetch out the bullet and it was lodged so close
to vital organs...
"Heero! Heero, are you listening to me?" Relena demanded.
"No," he replied automatically.
Relena turned red, then purple, but, fortunately, the detective spoke
up before she could explode. "Do you have any idea where Mister
Maxwell might have gone or might go?" the man asked gruffly, flipping
to a new sheet of paper in his pad.
"If Duo doesn't want to be found there is nothing you can do."
"Heero can find him," Relena announced, almost right on top of
Heero's statement, "can't you, Heero? No matter how good Duo hides,
you can find him. You and your pilot friends."
He wanted to tell them to leave Duo alone. At the moment, he was
seriously thinking about doing just as Relena was suggesting and
finding Duo, only he would help hide him. This time they wouldn't
come out from hiding, not for all the Natashas in the world.
"Mister Yuy, I do not need to remind you it is a crime to assist in
concealing criminals from the police."
Pompous pig.
"If I help you find Duo, you have to swear to keep the death penalty
off the table," Heero said quickly, trying to work everything out into
a functional mission. He needed to find Duo without the police being
able to find him as well.
He needed Duo to try and stay alive.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Ah, okay, I just couldn't stay away from the angst
and this story for long. I'm officially out of pre-written material,
since I ran out about half way through this chapter. Hm, oh well!
R.O.R stands for Release on Own Recognizance, which means they let
you go without bail, basically meaning they trust you not to run off
or doing anything stupid. I knew years of watching Law & Order would
come in handy!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
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(The Black Queen - Chapter Nine: Unlikely Success)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Unlikely Success
Natasha.
Thorazine, it's got to be that. I should call the nurse in and ask
what's going on, and then demand more Thorazine.
"Duo? Duo, please stay awake."
When did my eyes close? I force them to open.
"What are you doing here?"
She doesn't answer. "You shouldn't have come after me."
"Are you okay?"
"Go back into space. You can escape from here easily."
"I don't understand."
She smiles, "Go to sleep, Duo. I'll watch over you."
Oh Thorazine, Oh Thorazine, how wonderful you truly are. Just one
dose lasts all night, I'll never wake, 'til dawn's light...
I'm not sleeping. I'm not awake, either. I float, mercifully and
blissfully disconnected from everything. Nothing touches the center
where I am, it all simply drifts along the outside. Floats right on
by. It is very nice. I like this.
Reluctantly, I pull away and move back through the layers until I
achieve partial awareness. I need to tell Natasha something. Opening
my eyes, I find a comforting hand gripping my own. The silent
observer, seeing me wake, stirs.
"Nata..." I start to say, the words dying on my lips as I turn my
head enough to see it's Heero beside me.
"How are you feeling?"
"Perfectly awful. Where's Natasha?"
The reaction is not at all what I expected. Heero jumps from the
chair, releasing my hand as he stares down at me with that Look. Of
shock, confusion, pain and a whole load of nasties I don't like
seeing in those cobalt depths.
"What?" I ask, trying to stay calm. He must not have heard me
correctly. "Where is Natasha? Didn't you see her when you came in?"
"Duo..." Heero sounds pained.
"But..." I look at him, then look anywhere but at his face because of
the anguish in his eyes. I hate myself for causing him so much pain.
What is it like for him, not knowing if I'm... all here. Crazy, crazy
Duo. Blew some heads off, so they boxed 'm on up and shipped him off
to St. Ives's.
"I saw her," I insist, pleading with Heero. I don't want to be crazy.
"Duo, there's a nurse right outside in the station. Your door locks
automatically and can only be opened by authorized personnel. The ICU
is in the center of the middle floor of this hospital. It would be
difficult for even me to access your room unauthorized."
"I'm not crazy," I whisper, more to myself than Heero.
He searches for a safe reply, "You are on a lot of medication.
I nod. "Thorazine."
----------------------------------------------------- -----------------
Around three in the afternoon the doctors comes in and shuffles
around importantly without really doing anything. After checking the
machines he gruffly asks, "Any pain?"
To which I reply, "Whatever you've got me on is really spiffy. Do I
get more of that Thorazine stuff tonight?"
The doctor merely leaves, as if my question is not important. As he
leaves, Heero, Relena and two other people enter, escorted by a
nurse. "No unnecessary excitement," the nurse mutters as she leaves.
Hospital personnel are grouchy individuals when you're a psychotic
murderer.
"Good afternoon," Relena says primly, "have you seen the news?"
I look to the television set they've wheeled into my room, but the
doctor turned it off when he first came. "No, mostly old re-runs."
She crosses the room and turns the set on, quickly flipping to a
twenty-four hour news station. The ticker along the bottom reads
"Murder in Sanc" as a thin new caster rambles on. Relena passively
turns up the volume, folding her arms across her sweater as she looks
nervously at the screen.
"Although reports vary and government administrator's have yet to
issue any statements, law enforcement officials have confirmed that
two dead bodies were found in Vice Minister Relena Peacecraft's
estate Tuesday. The identities of the two is unknown at his time,
however, it has been confirmed that Miss Peacecraft was out of the
country when the bodies were found and has since returned to help
facilitate the investigation."
Relena mutes the news caster and turns to take in me, Heero and the
two strangers in one glance. "I cannot have my name associated with
this fiasco. I cannot be party to aiding and assisting criminals. My
spokesperson is going to issue a statement saying I had no knowledge
of Duo's presence and was merely giving hospitality to the former
pilot and war hero Heero Yuy."
"I understand," I say before Heero can offer objections. And I do,
understand. I'd rather not hide behind Relena's pink coat tails
anyways.
She gestures to the two new people, "This is the best lawyer I could
find and the best psychiatrist." I flinch at that one, shooting a
panicked look to Heero, but he's staring at Relena. I don't want a
new doctor. Can't they get my old one from L4? That one understood
enough.
Relena continues talking, "Both have agreed quite nobly to assist the
Peacecraft cause and both know I only want peace through pacifism."
Heero speaks up in a soft but commanding voice, his eyes hard and
cold and threatening, "Thank you. This is very generous of you,
but..."
"But nothing. I insist," she stresses that. Insists. Capitalized.
"That you accept their services. I'll see to it both are paid in
full. It would be most advantageous for all of us if you listen well
to their advice," she says carefully, looking to Heero instead of me.
She's buying our cooperation. Damn her. She doesn't care what it
means for me to found guilty, or even not-guilty by insanity.
Relena waits for the nurse at the station to unlock the door before
leaving, one final glance to Heero. I study the professionals. The
woman in a hunter green skirt-suit must be the psychiatrist and the
thin wiry young man the lawyer.
To my slight surprise, the man introduces himself as "Doctor Davis,"
as he shakes Heero's hand.
"I'd shake your hand, but my arms are immobilized," I say with a
Maxwell grin. The doctor frowns. Score: Davis 0, Maxwell 1.
"He's strapped to the bed," Heero explains quietly, looking at me
with a 'behave!' look in his eyes. I beam back at him, but he isn't
fooled. Concern lurks in cobalt depths
"Janice Jerome," the woman says. She has a stern countenance, her
thick auburn hair knotted tightly at the nape of her neck. "As soon
as Relena lets the police officially name you a suspect we can get
this whole thing cleared up. I assume you'll be arrested, but bail
shouldn't be an issue. I can probably get R.O.R anyways."
Doctor Davis raises one pale eyebrow, "Own recognizance? As a mental
health specialist, I would not recommend that."
"Hey, doc, my job's the legal shit, not health."
The arguing's making me dizzy. I look to Heero, who looks to me and
shrugs helplessly. The lost expression of his face is so cute I can't
help but laugh. Laughing keeps my mind off the terror.
Janice Jerome and Doctor Davis both stop talking to stare at me. I
smile charmingly in return to ward off the rising edge of blind panic.
"If you would excuse us, I think Duo and I need to get better
acquainted," Doctor Davis says stiffly. Importance is just radiating
off him. Pompous bastard.
Heero shuffles slightly closer to the bed as the lawyer crosses her
arms in a standoff-ish way. No one cares what I want. The lawyer
think she knows what to do, and Doctor Davis just looks so
knowledgable. Then Heero's hovering around all... I sigh even though
I want to scream and watch the whole thing with a disconnected
interest as the air stirs up with a prospective battle.
Interrupting the stand off is a nurse. It's my old pal Beatrice.
Visiting hours are over," she announces, hands on her stout hips.
"I'll not have you disrupting my patient's rest."
As my three visitor's file out of the room, I'm only sad to see one
of them go, Heero glances back, catching my eyes again and we both
shrug minutely, expressing our mutual confusion. We're trapped by
Relena's generosity. Because of it all, the truth will never be
known. Amy's death and that of the maid will be forever forgotten to
the realm of political back wash.
Beatrice wields the Thorazine shot. "Just to help you sleep," she
says in a motherly voice, but I know better. I know they don't give
you that kind of serious medication just to sleep.
Not that I mind.
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"You're not real," I whisper, "Heero told me so."
She frowns, "Heero told you I'm not real?"
I nod.
"Do I look real? Feel real?"
I nod.
"But Heero said I'm not real, and you believe him?"
I don't nod. "Why can't you stay until he arrives? Then you can just
tell him you're perfectly real and not some... some hallucination!"
"Sorry, Duo. I can't do that," Natasha says. I believe her, because
she genuinely seems sorry. I understand. She's hiding. "You need to
get out of here. I've seen the news stories; everyone thinks you
killed those two."
"And you think I didn't?"
"I know you didn't. I can prove it, too. Just not yet. You need to
get out of this place, though. Once they force you into pleading
guilty it'll be near impossible to prove otherwise."
She's right. Natasha's always right. Always, always, always. Right.
"How am I suppose to get out of here? It's high security, and I'm
tied to the bed."
She scoffs, "The Duo I know wouldn't be stopped by a simple thing as
leather straps. If you're ready, I'll go take care of the nurse.
Rendezvous by the elevator, that's where the cameras are no longer
able to film our movements."
"But the straps..."
Natasha's gone, just like that. I've no choice but to meet her, now.
I try to approach the situation with my pilot training, ignoring the
drugs threatening to muddle my thoughts. I wiggle, testing the feel
of the leather bonds.
I can do this.
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
"The cameras were originally installed to make sure the night-shift
nurses stayed on duty. Unfortunately, that means only the nurse's
station is fully viewable in the tape, but you can see the edge of
the ICU room Mister Maxwell was staying in and he shows up... here,"
the security officer said, pointing to a shadow emerging from
Duo's room.
Heero nodded slightly, recognizing the lithe movements. "Where was
the nurse during this?"
The officer glances to his supervisor for a moment before replying,
"She was found unconscious by a janitor. We suspect Mister Maxwell
knocked her out. We still haven't figured out how the door was
unlocked, since it locks from the outside and can only be accessed by
the nurse's station console."
"Heero, you realize this only compounds the trouble Duo's gotten
himself into, do you? His earlier transgressions getting out of the
institution, which include assault, kidnapping, grand theft auto,
reckless driving and resisting arrest. Then he violated ten more laws
getting back into the country, and then he goes and kills two people
then escape with violence yet again!"
Relena was all but screeching at that point, "Not to mention his
record, and this time being a war hero won't make it all go away and
grant him freedom after only a year's parole!"
For the moment, Heero opted to ignore her hysterics. "What else?" he
asked the security officer, looking to the vid screen.
"There isn't any other evidence. The escape was virtually perfect. It
wasn't for this little bit of film..."
Heero felt an odd bit of pride for Duo's accomplishment, however
crazy, reckless, stupid and possibly suicidal it might be. He had
already heard from the doctor... No, he wouldn't think about that.
He wouldn't think about Duo wandering around by himself, weak from
blood loss and his wounds and major surgery and about a hundred other
things. The doctor had said that without pain killers and medical
treatment, that without a way to prevent infection, and the fact they
had yet to actually fetch out the bullet and it was lodged so close
to vital organs...
"Heero! Heero, are you listening to me?" Relena demanded.
"No," he replied automatically.
Relena turned red, then purple, but, fortunately, the detective spoke
up before she could explode. "Do you have any idea where Mister
Maxwell might have gone or might go?" the man asked gruffly, flipping
to a new sheet of paper in his pad.
"If Duo doesn't want to be found there is nothing you can do."
"Heero can find him," Relena announced, almost right on top of
Heero's statement, "can't you, Heero? No matter how good Duo hides,
you can find him. You and your pilot friends."
He wanted to tell them to leave Duo alone. At the moment, he was
seriously thinking about doing just as Relena was suggesting and
finding Duo, only he would help hide him. This time they wouldn't
come out from hiding, not for all the Natashas in the world.
"Mister Yuy, I do not need to remind you it is a crime to assist in
concealing criminals from the police."
Pompous pig.
"If I help you find Duo, you have to swear to keep the death penalty
off the table," Heero said quickly, trying to work everything out into
a functional mission. He needed to find Duo without the police being
able to find him as well.
He needed Duo to try and stay alive.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Ah, okay, I just couldn't stay away from the angst
and this story for long. I'm officially out of pre-written material,
since I ran out about half way through this chapter. Hm, oh well!
R.O.R stands for Release on Own Recognizance, which means they let
you go without bail, basically meaning they trust you not to run off
or doing anything stupid. I knew years of watching Law & Order would
come in handy!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
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