Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Black Queen ❯ Rain Drops ( Chapter 16 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.18.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 288 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.18.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 288 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 3-18-03
(The Black Queen - Chapter Sixteen: Rain Drops)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Rain Drops
"Galina was a member of the Double Phoenix. Sven ordered her to kill
me," Natasha says.
I gape at her, then look over to Sven, who just stands there
passively. "Your own father wanted you dead?" I squeak out in
amazement, staring at the man with raw contempt.
Sven sighs, "Tashka, what have you been telling these people? They
seem to be under the impression..." he shakes his head, "Don't you
remember? Galina died, Tashka. She died along with everyone else.
Just me and you survived, darling."
He suddenly looks over to meet my horrified stare and says, as if
Natasha isn't standing next to me, "My poor Natasha, the stress was
just too much for her. She creates these vivid delusions. She accused
her doctors once of trying to poison her and refused to eat any of
the food. She nearly starved herself."
My belief in what Natasha's been telling me wavers, as I remember
when I met her in the hospital...
//Natasha isn't eating. "That bad?" I ask her, lifting a spork-full
of the food to my lips. Surprisingly, it's edible.//
//"They must be aware of my comrades plans to free me. They might have
poisoned my plate." She pokes the food around with her plastic spork,
to create the illusion she's eating.//
She was so convinced they were trying to kill her...
//She's watching the orderlies and nurses carefully, but with such a
practiced grace she makes it look casual. I only notice because of my
training.//
//"Switch plates?"//
//She shakes her head, "They know our plan and poisoned all the food,
not just my plate."//
//I look out at the other patients, "Won't that kill all of them,
too?"//
//"Everyone got an extra pill, the anti-poison, before dinner.
Naturally I didn't get one, but you did. They must not want you
eliminated." Natasha scans the room, eyes lingering on one of the
nurses before returning to study her food.//
I swallow, but my mouth's suddenly gone dry. Natasha seems so
rational, it seems impossible, but what if... what if she made
everything up? What if she really did need to be placed in a
hospital? ...what proof do I have that there even is a Double
Phoenix? The tattoo... but if Sven was trying to cover up his
involvement, wouldn't he just have had it removed?
Sven keeps talking, ignoring Natasha's furious glare, "Sometimes she
remembers who she is, but sometimes she just invents these new
identities. The medication helps, if she'll take it..."
I look to Natasha, then back to Sven. I want to believe her...
"You ordered Galina to kill me," Natasha insists. "Don't listen to
him, Duo, he's lying. I feared he would try to kill me if I didn't
play along. I only said those things, did those things, so he
wouldn't suspect I was capable of resistance."
"Tashka..." Sven just shakes his head slowly, a tired look on his
face, "Please, I would never want to hurt you. You're my daughter."
The unmistakable sound of a gun being drawn pulls my attention away
from and Sven and over to Natasha. Her features set grimly, she's
pulled out a sleek 45 caliber from behind her back. The barrel lifts
slightly, not really being aimed at anything but just held at ready.
"I won't listen to your lies anymore," she says firmly, "and I won't
stay here. My friends and I are leaving. I'm going to tell the police
everything about you, then you'll go to jail."
"Hey, Natasha," I say quietly, standing up. The room spins
dangerously, and for I moment all I can see is black. When it fades,
Natasha merely glances in my direction and lifts her head slightly in
acknowledgment. All her attention is focused on Sven.
"Why don't you put away the gun. Sven'll let us leave, right?" I
glance over to the man standing there with a pleading look. I can't
shake the feeling something's terribly wrong with this entire scene,
and both of them are making sense. I just don't know what to believe.
"No," Sven says quietly, startling me and, by the way Natasha's hands
twitch on the gun, she wasn't expecting resistance. "I can't let you
leave, Tashka. I did not want to alarm you, but... the police are
outside."
"What?" the color drains from Natasha's face, her grip on the gun
tightening as it rises fractionally. "You're lying."
My mouth moves without actually producing sound, but then I manage,
"They're outside? Wha... what are they doing?"
No one answers me. But I don't really need an answer. Obviously, the
police are here to arrest someone. Most likely me. Actually, everyone
in the this building has committed some crime, including Wufei and
Sally. Christ. Christ on a piece of toast. With jelly.
"You should turn yourself in, Tashka. You'll have to go back to the
institution, but..."
Natasha lets out a tight, almost nervous laugh, "Oh, you'd like that
wouldn't you? That would just take of everything. Send me back to the
hospitals," she snorts most unattractively. Her face hardens, and she
lifts the gun higher, so its pointed at Sven's chest. She gestures
slightly to one side, tense, jerking motions, "You called the police,
didn't you? You knew I was in trouble it the law. You're just trying
to get me sent back; you'll do anything, won't you? All these people
are going to get put into jail because of you!"
"Natasha," I say urgently, cautiously setting my hand on her arm.
"Wouldn't the police arrest Sven, too?"
Her eyes narrow, but for a moment she doesn't know to say. Her mouth
finally quirks into a triumphant smile, "He made a deal with them.
'I'll give you the Double Phoenix and Duo Maxwell if you don't
prosecute me.' Is that how it went, Sven?"
"Tashka, I didn't call the police."
That I can believe, because it doesn't make sense for him to ruin all
of his world-domination plans, or whatever the hell the Double
Phoenix is trying to accomplish. There are a thousand different ways
for the police to have found us, the simplest being a long-standing
search for the underground group. Or following Wufei, but I don't
know why they'd wait so long to finally snatch us all up.
I try again, almost tugging on Natasha's arm, "Is there a back exit?
Some way we can get out without alerting the police?" I want her to
put down the gun, but there's no way I can get it from her with force.
Before she can answer, there's a distant explosion and the lights
flicker. The police must be trying to just eliminate the walls...
From the hallway, there are shouts, and young man bursts in with his
gun drawn shouting, "Letoivsky, sir the --"
That's all the man gets out, because Natasha startles and squeezes
the trigger as her aims flinches off from Sven. The recoil snaps her
arm back and I jerk my hands up to my ears with a wince. Whatever
words the man was going to say are interrupted by the bloom of
crimson sprouting from the bullet hole in his chest.
"Na-natasha!" I squeak out, shocked. She's staring at the fallen
body, horror mingling with disbelief equally on her face.
"Natasha, drop the gun," Sven orders, all sense of father-ness gone
from his voice. He smoothly draws a gun and cocks the hammer back,
barrel pointed right to her face.
I make a sound that could only qualify as stunned, but Natasha seems
to recover her composure and only laughs. "You don't scare me, Sven.
I swear to God that if you shoot me, I'll shoot you back, even if I
no longer have a head!"
I hold my breath, hardly daring to disrupt the tense scene before me.
Finally, Sven smiles grimly and starts to move his aim...
to me!
I reflexively take a step back, even though it won't matter in the
slightest should he decide to fire. I stare, transfixed, at the
barrel aimed right for my chest and feel a bubble of hysterical
laughter building. I quell the urge and instead opt for raising shaky
fingers and running them through the snarl of my bangs.
"Are you willing to risk his life, Natasha? Come over here, Duo,"
Sven orders. His voice carries an impressive amount of command, but I
don't leap to obey because of that. He's got a gun, for Christ's sake!
I've been shot at enough times for one person.
And I know: third time's the charm.
Natasha's face is frozen but for her eyes, which slowly follow me
across the room. Sven takes me by the elbow and keeps the gun nestled
against my head. "Why don't you put the gun down, Natasha."
She hesitates. Oh, sweet lord, why is she hesitating? In the tense
silence, I can hear the distant sounds of gunfire and shouting.
Footsteps ring off the metal floors and, suddenly, Wufei and Sally
are in the hallway. Sven's watching Natasha and doesn't seem them,
and it takes every ounce of self control not to react.
Sally, unfortunately, can't help but let out a startled, "Duo?"
Wufei has his shiny glock in one hand.
I swear, it's slow motion.
Three different guns adjust their aim as Sven turns to look down the
hallway. All three guns fire, Natasha and Wufei both aiming for Sven,
who in turn shoots at Wufei.
Slow motion, seriously.
Caught in the cross-fire, it's a miracle that none of the bullets hit
me instead of their intended targets. The only bullet that does find
its target, though, is Sven's. Wufei lets out a cry and drops fluidly
to the floor, blood already staining the front of his shirt.
"Wufei!" Sally and I both shout, but hers is more of a wail. She goes
to her knees beside him. She's a doctor, I remind myself, if... if
the bullet didn't hit...
Sven grabs me roughly by the arm and drags me down the hall, the tip
of his gun pressed into my side should I get any ideas. As we pass, I
try to get a look at Wufei, but all I can see is the blood. Natasha
lets out a shout and starts to follow, but Sven throws us both
through a doorway and slams the door shut.
Only adrenaline is keeping the wavering haze of darkness away. I'm
not recovered enough for this. Definitely not recovered enough.
Natasha's banging on the door, whatever she's shouting muffled by the
metal. She stops, though, quite suddenly, and its silent but for the
distant sound of gunfire. That would be the police.
"You should just... just let me go, right?" I ask nervously, eyeing
Sven warily. He's either the cold monster of Natasha's stories or
just a misunderstood leader of an underground fanatic group that once
attacked Oz. And, in theory, an enemy of Oz is good. In theory.
Sven doesn't answer and simply grabs my elbow again and starts
running down the labyrinthian complex of hallways and doorways. I can
only assume he's heading for the exit. I stumble beside him, to
exhausted to even contemplate making a run for it.
Where could I go, anyway?
After what seems forever, but its probably not, Sven drags me through
one last door and then... we're outside. Facing the brick wall of a
grubby alley. I can still detect the faint sounds of the skirmish,
but they're very distant. The police aren't likely to anywhere
around, because I can guarantee that neither building beside us is
actually connected to the compound.
I remember stairs. Lots of hallways, and stairs.
It takes me a full minute to realize that Sven's gun is no longer
pressed against my side. Instead, its merely pointed in my general
direction as Sven studies the alley. This is the perfect opportunity.
I'm going to kick the gun away.
That's so easier said then done. It's a risky move even if I could
feel my feet, which I can't. I lost contact with my limbs some time
ago. I am not entirely sure why I'm even standing.
I should be passed out.
But, this is the perfect opportunity.
One.
Two.
Jesus, I hope he doesn't kill me.
Three!
Spin, kick, success! The gun goes skittering across the grimy cement
to be lost in the piles of garbage against one wall. Sven just stares
at me for a moment, and I grin foolishly in return.
Go, Maxwell. Go, Maxwell.
"I knew I'd find you here," the garbage says.
Wait, no, there's a person. The person detaches from the shadows and
walks over, the glint of steel revealing a shiny 45 caliber.
Natasha.
Suddenly, that's it. Pulling off that kick did it. Everything spins,
and the concrete comes up to meet me. It's cold and smooth against my
cheek despite being revoltingly dirty. It's very wet, and I'm just
going to tell myself it rained recently.
"Duo!" Natasha cries, probably wondering if Sven shot me somewhere
along the line in our little fleeing escape. I manage to sit more or
less upright and groan as the world keeps spinning.
There's this dark flash of movement and -- that would be Sven. Moving
towards Natasha while she was distracted by me. The gun's settled
harmlessly in one hand at her side. As Sven moves towards her, blue
eyes widen and the gun jerks up, but it's too late.
Natasha shouts as his hand closes over her arm and the gun keeps
going up, past it's intended target of Sven's head. They topple
backwards, against the brick wall.
Everything's moving so fast, the world's spinning.
Overheard, thunder rumbles ominously. The grey sky opens and big, fat
rain drops begin to fall. They fall on my head and face and on
Natasha and Sven, who are still struggling over the gun and shouldn't
I be helping Natasha?
But, I'm so tired....
For some reason, I look over to the alley entrance. Across the
street, I see a lone figure standing there in the rain, looking up as
if amazed there is rain.
Something is very familiar... and then, it hits me.
"Heero!"
The unmistakable sound of a 45 caliber handgun being shot at close
range suddenly overpowers my yell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Oh, cliffhangers. I feel very evil right now. Feed
the muses lots of lovely feedback or they might get mad! I've got the
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everyone who left me feedback, it means SO much to me just to know
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(The Black Queen - Chapter Sixteen: Rain Drops)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Rain Drops
"Galina was a member of the Double Phoenix. Sven ordered her to kill
me," Natasha says.
I gape at her, then look over to Sven, who just stands there
passively. "Your own father wanted you dead?" I squeak out in
amazement, staring at the man with raw contempt.
Sven sighs, "Tashka, what have you been telling these people? They
seem to be under the impression..." he shakes his head, "Don't you
remember? Galina died, Tashka. She died along with everyone else.
Just me and you survived, darling."
He suddenly looks over to meet my horrified stare and says, as if
Natasha isn't standing next to me, "My poor Natasha, the stress was
just too much for her. She creates these vivid delusions. She accused
her doctors once of trying to poison her and refused to eat any of
the food. She nearly starved herself."
My belief in what Natasha's been telling me wavers, as I remember
when I met her in the hospital...
//Natasha isn't eating. "That bad?" I ask her, lifting a spork-full
of the food to my lips. Surprisingly, it's edible.//
//"They must be aware of my comrades plans to free me. They might have
poisoned my plate." She pokes the food around with her plastic spork,
to create the illusion she's eating.//
She was so convinced they were trying to kill her...
//She's watching the orderlies and nurses carefully, but with such a
practiced grace she makes it look casual. I only notice because of my
training.//
//"Switch plates?"//
//She shakes her head, "They know our plan and poisoned all the food,
not just my plate."//
//I look out at the other patients, "Won't that kill all of them,
too?"//
//"Everyone got an extra pill, the anti-poison, before dinner.
Naturally I didn't get one, but you did. They must not want you
eliminated." Natasha scans the room, eyes lingering on one of the
nurses before returning to study her food.//
I swallow, but my mouth's suddenly gone dry. Natasha seems so
rational, it seems impossible, but what if... what if she made
everything up? What if she really did need to be placed in a
hospital? ...what proof do I have that there even is a Double
Phoenix? The tattoo... but if Sven was trying to cover up his
involvement, wouldn't he just have had it removed?
Sven keeps talking, ignoring Natasha's furious glare, "Sometimes she
remembers who she is, but sometimes she just invents these new
identities. The medication helps, if she'll take it..."
I look to Natasha, then back to Sven. I want to believe her...
"You ordered Galina to kill me," Natasha insists. "Don't listen to
him, Duo, he's lying. I feared he would try to kill me if I didn't
play along. I only said those things, did those things, so he
wouldn't suspect I was capable of resistance."
"Tashka..." Sven just shakes his head slowly, a tired look on his
face, "Please, I would never want to hurt you. You're my daughter."
The unmistakable sound of a gun being drawn pulls my attention away
from and Sven and over to Natasha. Her features set grimly, she's
pulled out a sleek 45 caliber from behind her back. The barrel lifts
slightly, not really being aimed at anything but just held at ready.
"I won't listen to your lies anymore," she says firmly, "and I won't
stay here. My friends and I are leaving. I'm going to tell the police
everything about you, then you'll go to jail."
"Hey, Natasha," I say quietly, standing up. The room spins
dangerously, and for I moment all I can see is black. When it fades,
Natasha merely glances in my direction and lifts her head slightly in
acknowledgment. All her attention is focused on Sven.
"Why don't you put away the gun. Sven'll let us leave, right?" I
glance over to the man standing there with a pleading look. I can't
shake the feeling something's terribly wrong with this entire scene,
and both of them are making sense. I just don't know what to believe.
"No," Sven says quietly, startling me and, by the way Natasha's hands
twitch on the gun, she wasn't expecting resistance. "I can't let you
leave, Tashka. I did not want to alarm you, but... the police are
outside."
"What?" the color drains from Natasha's face, her grip on the gun
tightening as it rises fractionally. "You're lying."
My mouth moves without actually producing sound, but then I manage,
"They're outside? Wha... what are they doing?"
No one answers me. But I don't really need an answer. Obviously, the
police are here to arrest someone. Most likely me. Actually, everyone
in the this building has committed some crime, including Wufei and
Sally. Christ. Christ on a piece of toast. With jelly.
"You should turn yourself in, Tashka. You'll have to go back to the
institution, but..."
Natasha lets out a tight, almost nervous laugh, "Oh, you'd like that
wouldn't you? That would just take of everything. Send me back to the
hospitals," she snorts most unattractively. Her face hardens, and she
lifts the gun higher, so its pointed at Sven's chest. She gestures
slightly to one side, tense, jerking motions, "You called the police,
didn't you? You knew I was in trouble it the law. You're just trying
to get me sent back; you'll do anything, won't you? All these people
are going to get put into jail because of you!"
"Natasha," I say urgently, cautiously setting my hand on her arm.
"Wouldn't the police arrest Sven, too?"
Her eyes narrow, but for a moment she doesn't know to say. Her mouth
finally quirks into a triumphant smile, "He made a deal with them.
'I'll give you the Double Phoenix and Duo Maxwell if you don't
prosecute me.' Is that how it went, Sven?"
"Tashka, I didn't call the police."
That I can believe, because it doesn't make sense for him to ruin all
of his world-domination plans, or whatever the hell the Double
Phoenix is trying to accomplish. There are a thousand different ways
for the police to have found us, the simplest being a long-standing
search for the underground group. Or following Wufei, but I don't
know why they'd wait so long to finally snatch us all up.
I try again, almost tugging on Natasha's arm, "Is there a back exit?
Some way we can get out without alerting the police?" I want her to
put down the gun, but there's no way I can get it from her with force.
Before she can answer, there's a distant explosion and the lights
flicker. The police must be trying to just eliminate the walls...
From the hallway, there are shouts, and young man bursts in with his
gun drawn shouting, "Letoivsky, sir the --"
That's all the man gets out, because Natasha startles and squeezes
the trigger as her aims flinches off from Sven. The recoil snaps her
arm back and I jerk my hands up to my ears with a wince. Whatever
words the man was going to say are interrupted by the bloom of
crimson sprouting from the bullet hole in his chest.
"Na-natasha!" I squeak out, shocked. She's staring at the fallen
body, horror mingling with disbelief equally on her face.
"Natasha, drop the gun," Sven orders, all sense of father-ness gone
from his voice. He smoothly draws a gun and cocks the hammer back,
barrel pointed right to her face.
I make a sound that could only qualify as stunned, but Natasha seems
to recover her composure and only laughs. "You don't scare me, Sven.
I swear to God that if you shoot me, I'll shoot you back, even if I
no longer have a head!"
I hold my breath, hardly daring to disrupt the tense scene before me.
Finally, Sven smiles grimly and starts to move his aim...
to me!
I reflexively take a step back, even though it won't matter in the
slightest should he decide to fire. I stare, transfixed, at the
barrel aimed right for my chest and feel a bubble of hysterical
laughter building. I quell the urge and instead opt for raising shaky
fingers and running them through the snarl of my bangs.
"Are you willing to risk his life, Natasha? Come over here, Duo,"
Sven orders. His voice carries an impressive amount of command, but I
don't leap to obey because of that. He's got a gun, for Christ's sake!
I've been shot at enough times for one person.
And I know: third time's the charm.
Natasha's face is frozen but for her eyes, which slowly follow me
across the room. Sven takes me by the elbow and keeps the gun nestled
against my head. "Why don't you put the gun down, Natasha."
She hesitates. Oh, sweet lord, why is she hesitating? In the tense
silence, I can hear the distant sounds of gunfire and shouting.
Footsteps ring off the metal floors and, suddenly, Wufei and Sally
are in the hallway. Sven's watching Natasha and doesn't seem them,
and it takes every ounce of self control not to react.
Sally, unfortunately, can't help but let out a startled, "Duo?"
Wufei has his shiny glock in one hand.
I swear, it's slow motion.
Three different guns adjust their aim as Sven turns to look down the
hallway. All three guns fire, Natasha and Wufei both aiming for Sven,
who in turn shoots at Wufei.
Slow motion, seriously.
Caught in the cross-fire, it's a miracle that none of the bullets hit
me instead of their intended targets. The only bullet that does find
its target, though, is Sven's. Wufei lets out a cry and drops fluidly
to the floor, blood already staining the front of his shirt.
"Wufei!" Sally and I both shout, but hers is more of a wail. She goes
to her knees beside him. She's a doctor, I remind myself, if... if
the bullet didn't hit...
Sven grabs me roughly by the arm and drags me down the hall, the tip
of his gun pressed into my side should I get any ideas. As we pass, I
try to get a look at Wufei, but all I can see is the blood. Natasha
lets out a shout and starts to follow, but Sven throws us both
through a doorway and slams the door shut.
Only adrenaline is keeping the wavering haze of darkness away. I'm
not recovered enough for this. Definitely not recovered enough.
Natasha's banging on the door, whatever she's shouting muffled by the
metal. She stops, though, quite suddenly, and its silent but for the
distant sound of gunfire. That would be the police.
"You should just... just let me go, right?" I ask nervously, eyeing
Sven warily. He's either the cold monster of Natasha's stories or
just a misunderstood leader of an underground fanatic group that once
attacked Oz. And, in theory, an enemy of Oz is good. In theory.
Sven doesn't answer and simply grabs my elbow again and starts
running down the labyrinthian complex of hallways and doorways. I can
only assume he's heading for the exit. I stumble beside him, to
exhausted to even contemplate making a run for it.
Where could I go, anyway?
After what seems forever, but its probably not, Sven drags me through
one last door and then... we're outside. Facing the brick wall of a
grubby alley. I can still detect the faint sounds of the skirmish,
but they're very distant. The police aren't likely to anywhere
around, because I can guarantee that neither building beside us is
actually connected to the compound.
I remember stairs. Lots of hallways, and stairs.
It takes me a full minute to realize that Sven's gun is no longer
pressed against my side. Instead, its merely pointed in my general
direction as Sven studies the alley. This is the perfect opportunity.
I'm going to kick the gun away.
That's so easier said then done. It's a risky move even if I could
feel my feet, which I can't. I lost contact with my limbs some time
ago. I am not entirely sure why I'm even standing.
I should be passed out.
But, this is the perfect opportunity.
One.
Two.
Jesus, I hope he doesn't kill me.
Three!
Spin, kick, success! The gun goes skittering across the grimy cement
to be lost in the piles of garbage against one wall. Sven just stares
at me for a moment, and I grin foolishly in return.
Go, Maxwell. Go, Maxwell.
"I knew I'd find you here," the garbage says.
Wait, no, there's a person. The person detaches from the shadows and
walks over, the glint of steel revealing a shiny 45 caliber.
Natasha.
Suddenly, that's it. Pulling off that kick did it. Everything spins,
and the concrete comes up to meet me. It's cold and smooth against my
cheek despite being revoltingly dirty. It's very wet, and I'm just
going to tell myself it rained recently.
"Duo!" Natasha cries, probably wondering if Sven shot me somewhere
along the line in our little fleeing escape. I manage to sit more or
less upright and groan as the world keeps spinning.
There's this dark flash of movement and -- that would be Sven. Moving
towards Natasha while she was distracted by me. The gun's settled
harmlessly in one hand at her side. As Sven moves towards her, blue
eyes widen and the gun jerks up, but it's too late.
Natasha shouts as his hand closes over her arm and the gun keeps
going up, past it's intended target of Sven's head. They topple
backwards, against the brick wall.
Everything's moving so fast, the world's spinning.
Overheard, thunder rumbles ominously. The grey sky opens and big, fat
rain drops begin to fall. They fall on my head and face and on
Natasha and Sven, who are still struggling over the gun and shouldn't
I be helping Natasha?
But, I'm so tired....
For some reason, I look over to the alley entrance. Across the
street, I see a lone figure standing there in the rain, looking up as
if amazed there is rain.
Something is very familiar... and then, it hits me.
"Heero!"
The unmistakable sound of a 45 caliber handgun being shot at close
range suddenly overpowers my yell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Oh, cliffhangers. I feel very evil right now. Feed
the muses lots of lovely feedback or they might get mad! I've got the
whole rest of this week devoted to nothing but writing. I have every
intention of finishing this fic BEFORE my spring break ends. Which,
actually, shouldn't be that hard!
Again, a HUGE thank you to Ebony for being so darn spiffy. Thanks to
everyone who left me feedback, it means SO much to me just to know
people are out there who read this stuff.
...don't you just love cliffhangers?
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
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