Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wasting Away Again... ❯ That Beach House on the Moon ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I own neither characters from gundam wing nor from any video game or gaming system mentioned herein: I intend to make no money from any of them.
Also, I'm not even going to try throwing any Japanese into this fic, I'd probably say something insulting by mistake, so deal with the English.
Also aslo, since it takes me so long to actually write anything, this will be posted in parts. Enjoy!
Warnings:
Hmm... Lessee... Um... Quatre OOC, a bit... Gundam torture... and... this time... quite a few lemons... and a lime


*##**##* flashback
!^~!~^! scene change without change in timeline
/blah/ person on the other end of the phone line

/_\ blah /_\ person speaking in a chatroom type thingy

Citrus Sours: 2
Wasting Away Again...

Part One: That Beach House on the Moon

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers: /_\1022:32/_\ Hey there! You're on early! Everything okay? /_\

Dead_Hottie: /_\1023:25/_\ After everything that has gone on this week, I just wanted to get away from the world for a good long time… Now there really is nothing left to do… I'm serious! It's awful! /_\

Dead_Hottie:/_\1025:01/_\ Fluffers? o.0 /_\

Dead_Hottie:/_\1026:12/_\ Where'd ya go? o.0 O.o 0.o o.O /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1026:25/_\ Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers has invited you to a private chat. Accept? /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1027:00/_\ So… what seems to be the problem? /_\

Dead_Hottie:/_\1027:46/_\ [sigh] The guys I work with are all nutty and… well… /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1028:03/_\ Yeah? What? Don't get a girl interested and then stop talking. /_\

Dead_Hottie:/_\1028:24/_\ You sure you want to hear about my problems? /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1028:30/_\ Sure! Fire away! ^.^ /_\

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/You're kidding! Dear god, the looks on their faces must have been priceless. I wish I'd gotten a picture./ He didn't even need to look at the vid screen; he could almost hear Hilde pouting on the other end of the line.

"I've already taken care of that." Clinking "send", the boy laughed. A few moments passed before a delighted squeal rang in his ears. "Shall I take that as 'Thank-you' or as 'Please send the rest'?"

/There are more?/

"Obviously." Snorting, he brushed an errant strand of hair behind his ear. "I'll send you the rest tomorrow."

Hilde really was pouting now, a scowl rivaling Wufei's own gracing her delicate features. /Tomorrow?!? Now, it's hardly fair of you to tempt me with blackmail material this good and then deny it like that, Mr. Chang./

"And who ever was it that told you I played fairly? They're twenty credits a piece, plus shipping and handling."

"But this is an e-mail! You ca-!" The Shenlong pilot cut the line before her profanities could reach him. She really was amusing, sometimes; he could see why she and Duo got along so well. Leafing through the copies he had printed, he thought a moment before picking up the phone and dialing again. "Hello... Yes, I am aware that this is an unlisted number. Is Miss Peacecraft available? I have some photos she may find most interesting... No this isn't in regard to the Martian landings... Chang Wufei... Chang. Wu. Fei. Should I spell it out for... Yes, it is Chinese, aren't we the smart one... Do I really sound like a care?..." Wufei sneered, wishing the man was using a vidphone. How he would love to be glaring at the self-absorbed creatin who dared to waste his time. "What- Oh, of course, I'll hold..."

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Trowa would have to say that this had not been one of his better ideas. Certainly, he liked spending time with Quatre, but this was a little... "involved" for his tastes. Hefting the coolant hose back up onto his shoulder, the part-time Pierrot sighed. It wasn't often that he humored Quatre like this, and he was beginning to remember why. "Does this involve me dressed in a parrot suit, again?"

The blond giggled, all innocence and big puppy dog eyes. "Maybe..." That said, Quatre returned to his own task of rolling the oil drum across the hanger.

What were they going to do with an eight metre length of coolent hose and fifty gallons of mech joint oil... and what did that have to do with him being in a parrot costume? For that matter, why did they need three crates of rock salt? Or a beach umbrella? Or fifty-five-thousand yards of Hawaiian print fabric?!

Praying that whatever god there might be would be merciful to him today, Trowa put these thoughts aside and followed his fellow pilot.

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Duo was bored... No! No, he chastized himself, he couldn't be bored, because bored meant cleaning, and cleaning meant messes, and messes meant re-re-washing his hair. And re-re washing hair meant hoursof perfectly good time wasted, especially with the messes he normally got stuck cleaning up. It had been a week since his little incident with Wufei's juicer and Heero's beating, and his eye still itched, even though the bruise was healing. Quatre had been the only person to speak to him since the infamous "Night of the Pixi-Stix," and even Quatre's patience was begining to wear thin when it came to him.

Not that he wasn't also getting a wee bit tired of Q-man's company. No, after four days of non-stop Jimmy Buffett, he'd gotten just a little over the blond's company. Anyone that could listen the Margaritaville forty-seven times had more serious problems than the zero system to wory about. If only Heero hadn't reconfigured his laptop settings, he could be playing video games right now. Actually, now that he thought about it, he could play video games! He still had that old Game-Boy hidden under Deathscythe's seat.

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"... Well, Relena, call it what you will: Blackmail, extortion, feeding one's obsession, doujinshi fodder; no matter what you name it, it's the same thing."

On the vid screen, he could see the girl's brows crease. /I'm sure the pictures are worth it, but I can't be caught doing something like this, Mr. Chang./ Relena Peacecraft had a reputation to keep up, after all. /Is there any other way in which I could... reciprocate your kindness in gifting me with the images?/ The repetative sound of typing was all that answered her. /Mr. Chang? Mr. Chang? Chang Wu-!/

"I have just taken the liberty of e-mailing you a list of the requirements you'll have to meet if you intend to recieve these pictures. You may review it at your leisure."