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windandwaterWith a ragged sigh, Wufei dragged himself through the door of the current safehouse. He cast up a quick word of thanks to whatever powers ruled the universe that he could spend at least one night in a somewhat decent bed, instead of spending another night outside or in his Gundam. While he was always grateful to Nataku in battles, the cockpit wasn't a very good place to spend the night. Wufei collapsed onto one of the chairs in the small living area, not even jumping when a loud crack of thunder and a flash of lightening resounded through the stormy night.
Oh yes, Wufei was very glad to not be sleeping outside tonight.
He eyed the small bag he had dropped by the door warily. A soldier, especially a Gundam pilot, didn't carry much luggage. Wufei was weighing the options in his mind. He could A) actually get up, wash himself off and put on a change of clothes, or B) he could just pass out in the chair he was sprawled in. Eyelids drooped against coal black eyes, and Wufei was heavily leaning towards his second option. His last mission had been a hard one. He was supposed to take out an OZ carrier ship with a skeleton crew, a mission he could have completed in his sleep. Unfortunately, his mission specs had not warned him of the fully operational OZ base that the carrier was heading towards. He had completed the mission, but suffered damage to Nataku. He stretched in his seat and winced as he heard something pop in his back. Well, he had suffered a little collateral damage as well, but nothing a good night's sleep couldn't fix.
Just as he was deciding that a warm bath sounded good, there was another crack of thunder, the lights went out, and the door burst open. Wufei jumped to his feet, pistol out and trained on the person invading the safehouse. What the hell?! Had he been followed?! What greeted his eyes was a soaking wet figure draped in black and carrying a duffel. The person jumped at the sight of Wufei and dropped into a crouch, *his* pistol trained on the Chinese boy.
The lights flickered back on again and the bedraggled person holstered his gun again with a curse and shoved plastered chestnut bangs away from a heart-shaped face. "Shit, man! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Wufei blinked. He didn't recognize the boy standing in front of him, but he did recognize the voice that he had heard often across the communications lines. The voice that refused to be quiet during missions... the one that screamed: "Die! Die! Everyone who sees me is gonna die!" before cackling insanely and demolishing a troop of Mobile Suits.
The boy shouldered his bag again and looked at Wufei. "Yo, are you gonna stand there with your gun trained on me all night while I drip across the floor? I'm a Gundam pilot, just like you. Why do you think I'm in this safehouse anyway? The Doctors must be running out of options if they can't even give us our own places to stay." Then with a complete disregard for the weapon pointed at him, the braided boy dumped his bag on the floor and threw himself into the other chair in the room.
With a scowl, Wufei put up his weapon and glared at his fellow pilot.
So denied
So I lied
Are you the now or never kind?
"Damn," the boy said, breaking the silence. Wufei looked up from his book with an annoyed expression. "You're about as friendly as Heero!"
"Who?"
He watched the other pilot pantomime holding a self-destruct switch in his hand. He pressed down exaggeratedly and threw his arms open wide. "BOOM! You know, Heero? Kamikaze Boy?"
"You should not criticize his actions."
"I don't see *you* going BOOM any time soon."
"Hn." Wufei returned to his book, leaving the chestnut haired boy to fume in the other chair.
"Argh! You even have the same vocabulary!" The other boy bent his head down to the table again, tinkering with the explosives and various bits of weaponry he had strewn across the tabletop. The silence did not last long and Wufei was jerked out of his reading by the American's voice once again. "Fine! I was just trying to be friendly. If you're gonna be that rude, I won't bother to tell you my name. You'd probably just end up grunting at me or yelling ‘kisama' anyway!"
He snapped his book shut loudly and glared at his companion. "If you're going to keep up your useless blather, do so. But I will not sit here and listen to it. I'm going to sleep." Wufei left the room abruptly, cloistering himself in the bedroom area and changing into his sleeping attire. He heard loud banging and rustling and mumbling from the common room and realized that the other pilot was changing for sleep as well. Wufei looked around the bedroom area and his eyes widened.
There was going to be a problem.
Before he could think of what to do, the bedroom door banged open (could not the boy open doors without causing a racket?), and the braided boy entered the room. His wide violet eyes took in the furnishings and came to the same conclusion that Wufei had.
"There's only one bed," the chestnut haired boy said with disgust.
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Thank you for stating the obvious. Since I was here first, I get the bed."
"It's freezing! I'm not sleeping on the floor!" The boy's words were punctuated by a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning, and the sound of the wind battering rain against the house.
"You're welcome to the other side of the bed."
"WHAT?!"
Turning, Wufei saw that the other pilot had an outraged look on his face and was clutching his oversized shirt to his chest. "I'm not going to ravish you in the night," he said mockingly, then smirked as color flooded the other boy's cheeks and he started to sputter. With an exasperated sigh, Wufei sat on the edge of the bed. "Don't tell me you've never bunked with another soldier before?" he asked scathingly. That mention of soldiers and war sparked something in the other boy, and violet flashed at him.
"Of course I have! I've trained just as hard as you!"
"Hn. Then if you truly do not want to sleep on the floor, you'll take the other side of the bed. Besides, it's just for tonight."
The American looked pensive and Wufei shrugged, laying down and pulling the covers over his body. Finally, Wufei felt the bed dip with added weight as the boy lay down carefully in the bed, making sure not to touch him.
"It's just for tonight," Wufei heard the other boy whisper before sleep claimed him.
"... just for tonight..."
In a day
And a day, love
I'm gonna be gone for good again
When Wufei woke in the morning, he woke to an empty bed and an empty safehouse. The plastique and other equipment that the other pilot had been working on last night was gone, as well as the duffel. It was as if the chestnut haired boy had never been in the safehouse at all.
"I didn't even find out his name," Wufei said to himself. He remembered the boy's annoyed remarks the night before about his "rude" and "unfriendly" mannerisms. A slight smile crossed his lips, then he shook his head, serious expression on his face once again. "Well, it doesn't matter to me."
He gathered his meager possessions and left for his next mission.
Oh yes, Wufei was very glad to not be sleeping outside tonight.
He eyed the small bag he had dropped by the door warily. A soldier, especially a Gundam pilot, didn't carry much luggage. Wufei was weighing the options in his mind. He could A) actually get up, wash himself off and put on a change of clothes, or B) he could just pass out in the chair he was sprawled in. Eyelids drooped against coal black eyes, and Wufei was heavily leaning towards his second option. His last mission had been a hard one. He was supposed to take out an OZ carrier ship with a skeleton crew, a mission he could have completed in his sleep. Unfortunately, his mission specs had not warned him of the fully operational OZ base that the carrier was heading towards. He had completed the mission, but suffered damage to Nataku. He stretched in his seat and winced as he heard something pop in his back. Well, he had suffered a little collateral damage as well, but nothing a good night's sleep couldn't fix.
Just as he was deciding that a warm bath sounded good, there was another crack of thunder, the lights went out, and the door burst open. Wufei jumped to his feet, pistol out and trained on the person invading the safehouse. What the hell?! Had he been followed?! What greeted his eyes was a soaking wet figure draped in black and carrying a duffel. The person jumped at the sight of Wufei and dropped into a crouch, *his* pistol trained on the Chinese boy.
The lights flickered back on again and the bedraggled person holstered his gun again with a curse and shoved plastered chestnut bangs away from a heart-shaped face. "Shit, man! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Wufei blinked. He didn't recognize the boy standing in front of him, but he did recognize the voice that he had heard often across the communications lines. The voice that refused to be quiet during missions... the one that screamed: "Die! Die! Everyone who sees me is gonna die!" before cackling insanely and demolishing a troop of Mobile Suits.
The boy shouldered his bag again and looked at Wufei. "Yo, are you gonna stand there with your gun trained on me all night while I drip across the floor? I'm a Gundam pilot, just like you. Why do you think I'm in this safehouse anyway? The Doctors must be running out of options if they can't even give us our own places to stay." Then with a complete disregard for the weapon pointed at him, the braided boy dumped his bag on the floor and threw himself into the other chair in the room.
With a scowl, Wufei put up his weapon and glared at his fellow pilot.
So denied
So I lied
Are you the now or never kind?
"Damn," the boy said, breaking the silence. Wufei looked up from his book with an annoyed expression. "You're about as friendly as Heero!"
"Who?"
He watched the other pilot pantomime holding a self-destruct switch in his hand. He pressed down exaggeratedly and threw his arms open wide. "BOOM! You know, Heero? Kamikaze Boy?"
"You should not criticize his actions."
"I don't see *you* going BOOM any time soon."
"Hn." Wufei returned to his book, leaving the chestnut haired boy to fume in the other chair.
"Argh! You even have the same vocabulary!" The other boy bent his head down to the table again, tinkering with the explosives and various bits of weaponry he had strewn across the tabletop. The silence did not last long and Wufei was jerked out of his reading by the American's voice once again. "Fine! I was just trying to be friendly. If you're gonna be that rude, I won't bother to tell you my name. You'd probably just end up grunting at me or yelling ‘kisama' anyway!"
He snapped his book shut loudly and glared at his companion. "If you're going to keep up your useless blather, do so. But I will not sit here and listen to it. I'm going to sleep." Wufei left the room abruptly, cloistering himself in the bedroom area and changing into his sleeping attire. He heard loud banging and rustling and mumbling from the common room and realized that the other pilot was changing for sleep as well. Wufei looked around the bedroom area and his eyes widened.
There was going to be a problem.
Before he could think of what to do, the bedroom door banged open (could not the boy open doors without causing a racket?), and the braided boy entered the room. His wide violet eyes took in the furnishings and came to the same conclusion that Wufei had.
"There's only one bed," the chestnut haired boy said with disgust.
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Thank you for stating the obvious. Since I was here first, I get the bed."
"It's freezing! I'm not sleeping on the floor!" The boy's words were punctuated by a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning, and the sound of the wind battering rain against the house.
"You're welcome to the other side of the bed."
"WHAT?!"
Turning, Wufei saw that the other pilot had an outraged look on his face and was clutching his oversized shirt to his chest. "I'm not going to ravish you in the night," he said mockingly, then smirked as color flooded the other boy's cheeks and he started to sputter. With an exasperated sigh, Wufei sat on the edge of the bed. "Don't tell me you've never bunked with another soldier before?" he asked scathingly. That mention of soldiers and war sparked something in the other boy, and violet flashed at him.
"Of course I have! I've trained just as hard as you!"
"Hn. Then if you truly do not want to sleep on the floor, you'll take the other side of the bed. Besides, it's just for tonight."
The American looked pensive and Wufei shrugged, laying down and pulling the covers over his body. Finally, Wufei felt the bed dip with added weight as the boy lay down carefully in the bed, making sure not to touch him.
"It's just for tonight," Wufei heard the other boy whisper before sleep claimed him.
"... just for tonight..."
In a day
And a day, love
I'm gonna be gone for good again
When Wufei woke in the morning, he woke to an empty bed and an empty safehouse. The plastique and other equipment that the other pilot had been working on last night was gone, as well as the duffel. It was as if the chestnut haired boy had never been in the safehouse at all.
"I didn't even find out his name," Wufei said to himself. He remembered the boy's annoyed remarks the night before about his "rude" and "unfriendly" mannerisms. A slight smile crossed his lips, then he shook his head, serious expression on his face once again. "Well, it doesn't matter to me."
He gathered his meager possessions and left for his next mission.
MAY
Date: 2001-07-14 02:52 am (UTC)i does work
Date: 2001-07-14 03:31 am (UTC)what i had said in the deleted message was that, you write to fast. I get the feeling that you are jetting through the moments. dialouge if very quick. hmmmm maybe its because i am used to reading suspse and mistery, or things that are descriptive. you could use some of that to go with what you have written. Example, this is a poem written by a world war one vet....;
"We'd gained our first objective hours before
While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes,
Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blind with smoke.
Things seemed alright at first. We held their line,
With bombers posted, Lewis guns palaced,
And clink of shovels deepning the shallow trench.
The place was rotten with dead; green clumsy legs
High-booted, sprawled and grovelled along the saps
And trunks, face downward, in the sucking mud,
Wallowed like trodden sand-bags loosely filled;
And naked sodden buttocks, mats of hair,
Bulged, clotted heads slept in plastering slime.
And then the rain began,-jolly old rain!"
the guy is describing the battlefield after an attack, they have just gained some ground and thus dig more trenches but what does he see as he digs? dead bodies, or dead bodies? he could have written a quick description, but he didnt. he wants the reader to take it all in. try to describe the setting, the "mood" of the story as you go along, as well as the characters....... the fighter pilot that was trying to read, how did he look?
ohh yeah its me armando