SD Gundam Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight's Gleam ❯ Letter Date ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

" Uh….Zero…."

" Baku?"

" My…Zero…"

" Hey, Baku…."

" Come back…"

" Bakunetsumaru…"

" Zero…"

" WAKE UP DAMNIT!!!!" Bakunetsumaru screamed while jolting out from his slumber. " Christ!" Baku gasped. " The hell was that for!?"

Guneagle chuckled. " You were talking in your sleep," Guneagle mused. Baku blinked. " I was?" Baku asked in genuine confusion. He can't remember what he was dreaming about.

" Let me reiterate for you…" Guneagle cleared his throat. " Oh, ZERO!!!" he screamed. Bakunetsumaru flushed, then glared at the young Gundam. Guneagle started laughing hysterically. " Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly like that…but you were muttering something like that in your sleep!" Baku threw a pillow at him.

" Touché!"

" Shut up, Gunny," Baku grumbled with a yawn. " Awww, does widdle Baku feel sweepy?" Guneagel chuckled. Baku rolled his eyes.

" Just what do you want?" Guneagle pointed to a box he put on his dresser. " Just here to deliver. I'll see you later then." He then scuttled out of the room, but not before saying, " OH! ZERO!" and disappeared before Baku could slice his head off.

" Sick pervert…" Baku grumbled, then looked at the box. It was wrapped in gold paper that was etched in red designs. He took the box, and shook it lightly. He didn't hear anything. He shrugged, then sat back down on his bed.

" Well, whoever did this sure had free time…" The wrapping paper looked completely flawless; not a corner was crooked, and it took him a while to find out where the beginning of the paper was. He carefully unwrapped it, not wanting to ruin the effort whoever did this. There was a white box with a little fancy "B" etched in red. Baku blinked, then opened it.

Inside was a small letter, and a pure gold emblem of a phoenix wrapping itself around a ruby red "B". " Wow, pretty…" He then took the note, which was a carefully folded piece of stationary with flames on it.

` Meet me at the old warehouse at 65thand Seed tonight at eight.'

Baku tilted his head. " Who sent this?" he pondered. He looked at the emblem. Well, whoever it was didn't mind spending some cash.

But should he go? He didn't know really. Hmm, he hated making mystery dates.