Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wasting Away Again... ❯ There's No Free Ride ( Chapter 2 )

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 also, 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


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/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 Two: There's No Free Ride

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Despite his better judgement, Trowa had yet to stop "helping" Quatre, who had subsequently given him a list of things to do before heading off somewhere else to get… something… Sighing, Trowa tried to recall some of what he had learned about sewing from mending the circus' tents. The scale of the pattern he was working with was unfathomable. Nothing needed a shirt this big!

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"… four live albino rats; a Ghinger knife blade polisher; a crate of Baci Perugina, Guanshengyuan White Rabbit Candy, Lemon Pez…" She ruffled her hair and scrolled farther down the list, biting her lip. "…Imei Chocolate Milk-Caramels, and Joyvi Sesame Crunch; all of which should be shipped to: Chang, Care of S. Gorya1… What the he-! I mean, why on earth, or anywhere else for that matter, would he need all of this junk?!" Relena was slightly baffled by the long list of candy. After what Wufei had explained to her, sugar had been what caused the photographed `incident' to begin with. She punched the `call' button on her intercom and waited for an answer. Pargan's voice came through a few seconds later.

/Yes, Miss Relena./

"Pargan, I'll need you to order a few things for me to be delivered after my three o'clock appointment." She cut the list from the e-mail and pasted it onto one of her own documents, complete with letterhead, before clicking `print.' "The list will be on my desk."

/Very good, Miss Relena. Is there anything else I can do for you at this time?/

"No, thank-you." Finished with her conversation, Relena steepled her fingers and debated whether she should return Wufei's call before her meeting started.

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Rummaging around inside the last storage panel, Duo growled when his hand came back with nothing in it. He'd been looking for that stupid GameBoy since eight He thought about going out to talk to Trowa, but the other pilot had been working on something that looked important, or at least really weird. Duo was pretty sure it had been a Hawaiian print parachute.

Finally giving up on the video game, he decided he'd check his e-mail and visit a few of his favourite chats. He had to admit, he was a technophile, and a soldier, and - at times - Death incarnate, but even he like to be a normal teenager sometimes.

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Wufei rose from the floor on the cockpit, stretched, and popped his shoulder. He'd been inside Nataku for too long, but he had needed to be away from the house, and he'd never been so happy to have moved his suit out of the hangar. /She hasn't sent any word yet… I wonder if anyone else would be interested in these photos./

During a long search to see if any information about him or his fellow pilots had been leaked to the public, Chang had found a few people that might be interested in his pictures. For some reason beyond his comprehension, people had started fan sites for the gundam pilots, despite the fact that the public actually knew very little about them at all. These "fans" were willing to pay thousands for even a picture of the back of a pilot entering their suit. He knew from experience. Continuing his musings for a few moments, he then opened another of his many e-mail accounts.

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Riffling through his CDs, Quatre pulled out those he liked best before heading for the kitchen, smiling as he went and pushing a handcart. Wufei's stunt with the lemon earlier in the week had given him an idea. He had to admit the plan was a bit far-fetched, and may have been the result of too much time with the Zero-System, but he still wanted to try it. Opening the walk-in pantry, he opened one of the crates he'd received and frowned. It was full of lemons. He really needed limes, /but I suppose these will just have to do./ Lifting the crate, he placed it on the cart before returning for its fellows and heading back out to the hangar.

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Dead_Hottie:/_\1035:19/_\ My eye still itches! o.o /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1035:26 /_\ I'm sorry… cut black eye face! /_\

Dead_Hottie:/_\1035:32/_\ Thanx./_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1035:26 /_\ No problem! /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1035:30 /_\ Eep! /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1035:33 /_\ Look at the time! /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1035:40 /_\ I gotta get to work! /_\

Dead_Hottie:/_\1035:42/_\ Oh. K. TT!/_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1035:45 /_\ YL! Seeya, Hottie! /_\

Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers:/_\1035:47 /_\ Blinky_Pinky_Bunny_Fluffers is no longer online. /_\

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Closing down his screen, Duo yawned, curling further in his seat. The bedroll he kept in the cockpit for missions was started to seem mighty appealing. Spreading it out he turned of DeathScythe's interior lights and settled in for a quick nap.

1 - Okay… my inner child, who happens to be a kiddy-crack (pixi-stix) fiend, suggested I list one candy per pilot for Wufei's crate. In order, the pilots are listed by candy as Trowa, Wufei, Duo, Heero, and Quatre. Yes, these are all real candies that I actually have stashed around my room… just in case. Also, the mailing address that's unfinished belongs to a friend, who lives in Russia. ПривйÑ' СонÑ!