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askerian ([personal profile] askerian) wrote2009-07-09 01:09 pm

GW - Newtype chapter 4 part 2

Unbetaed also my god i am sleepy, oh so sleepy. if you find anything stupid please thwap me. x___x

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Heero woke when his cellphone caught the colony's communication field and beeped back to life. Wufei rested on his side, facing away from him; Heero watched the back of his head for a second.

He didn't regret the last night exactly, just like he didn't regret up and leaving his job and his official existence. Wufei had needed him. Heero could survive the consequences. He just wasn't going to like the backlash from Wufei very much, when he fully realized how much he owed Heero. Heero didn't see any of it in terms of debt, but he knew Wufei would.

Heero sighed and sat up. His ribs protested, startling a soft gasp out of him. The bruise was just as large as yesterday, and even uglier to look at, mottled purple and sickly yellow-green. Huh.

He slipped out of bed, put on his underwear and pants, checked the time. It was strange how tired he still felt; six hours of sleep should have helped more than that. Heh, maybe he was getting old. Twenty-one going on forty.

"Chang, ETA in twenty minutes," he said, and picked up his button-up shirt, turning his back to the bed. He was sure his partner had woken up before that; Wufei wasn't so tired that he wouldn't notice his mattress shifting.

Wufei didn't answer, but the sheets rustled as he moved to the edge of the mattress. Heero finished buttoning up his shirt and checked the news on his cellphone. The connection was sluggish, still a bit too far from the colony to pick up a regular signal.

"The kidnapping is on the news."

Wufei grunted an acknowledgement. Heero kept his back to the bed as casually as possible as his partner got dressed.

"Anything we need to know?"

"...The full article won't load. They're probably going to detain us on arrival on principle, though."

Wufei made an irritated sound in the back of his throat and leaned on the upper bunk's ladder to yank on his shoes. "Likely. Especially once they find out we brought a crate."

Since he was dressed, Heero turned to face him again, face carefully neutral. "We need to slip away before -- " Heero tried his best, but there was still a noticeable break in the sentence. "--they find us."

"... What?"

Briefly he debated not answering, but that would only make it into a bigger deal. "Your hair." Heero moved his hand to the side of his own head, to illustrate. Bed hair.

Just-had-sex hair. Why had he even made the link? It had been nothing, he knew that, they both did. Just a distraction.

Wufei's expression, serious and a little tense, immediately went completely shuttered. He raked his fingers through his black locks, pulling them back against the back of his neck.

Heero's fingers tingled with the temptation to smooth down that stubborn lock of hair Wufei kept missing. And that would be business as usual indeed. Stupid. "I suggest we leave before they pick us up," Heero said, a bit too brusque to be casual, and waited to see if Wufei clammed up any further.

"... Good suggestion. Emergency escape shuttles?"

Heero relaxed. "Could do, but with the beacon broadcasting our location we would have a short window to operate."

"And unless we're picked up in space by some other shuttle we can steal, we won't go far."

"Breaking her out of the hold would be awkward as well," Heero said, not sure how Wufei would take it.

Wufei didn't react; he'd probably thought of it first. "So we wait until we land. We can't leave the shuttle with the other passengers though."

Heero agreed. Passengers usually went to and from the shuttle via a plastic corridor, to make sure they didn't stray anywhere they weren't supposed to go; there were no doors between the public gathering areas and the behind-the-scenes loading, landing or repair docks -- or none that weren't heavily guarded. They had to leave the shuttle before they were herded down one of those corridors.

Preferably with the luggage, so they weren't separated from the crate.

Heero nodded slowly as the plan took shape. It wasn't anything complicated, but then something was almost guaranteed to go wrong anyway; it was pointless to add too many variables.

He emptied his carry-on bag on the bed, ignoring the rumpled sheets. Wallet, two changes of clothes, laptop, toiletries, first-aid kit; he traveled light, always had. He opened the back of his laptop, took out the memory card, put the rest on the discarded pile with the clothes and the first-aid kit. The memory card fit inside his wallet, which fit into his gun holster.

The gun he discarded as well; it would set off too many metal detectors. Stealth would serve them better than brute force.

There were things to discard in the wallet itself, but he'd take care of that later. He looked up at Wufei, who after a few seconds watching him was now taking care of his own belongings.

Wufei weighed his own gun in his hand for a moment, thoughtful, and then set it aside as well. Then he looked up at Heero. Heero waited, unable to read any intent on his face, having no idea of what he wanted to say. He hoped it was nothing about how Heero should get out of here and save his own skin.

Or anything about the hair band around his wrist that didn't belong to him.

"... How are your ribs?"

"Fine," he replied automatically. Wufei threw him a quick, doubtful glare. Heero gave a quiet snort of amusement. It was hard getting anything past him. "The bruised area is annoying, but it doesn't hamper my movements." Just made them uncomfortable. What bothered him a little more was the fatigue, but compared to going three days in battle with no sleep it was negligible. Adrenaline would take care of it.

The chiming comm. pulled their eyes away from each other. Time to go. Heero stuck everything he'd taken out in the empty backpack, shouldered it, and went out to join the crowd in the seating area for landing, Wufei on his heels.

Ten minutes. Five. He spent them with his eyes closed, gathering himself.

Thrusters came to life, slowing down the craft, making last-minute corrections to the trajectory. He didn't feel them much from his seat, but the vibrations and the shifting harmonics in their dull roars told him enough.

A soft impact on the hull, two, four, and then the motors went quiet as the station's magnetic clamps guided the shuttle to its assigned dock.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to L2-V0824..."

They waited a few seconds for other passengers to get up before they did the same, using the growing crowd for cover. The flight attendant who had been checking the cabins and bathrooms for passengers gave them a look as she passed by, but evidently she believed they were just waiting for the crush to settle down, because she only gave them a quick, polite smile before wading into the fray. She never noticed the heel Wufei had stuck in the door to keep it from closing and locking behind her; two seconds later they were both in the corridor.

The closest bathroom was a cramped place, especially for two people. Heero abandoned his backpack on the sink and went into a crouch, pulling the small screwdriver attached to his keyring out as Wufei leaned on the door to make sure it stayed closed.

The access hatch in the floor was screwed closed, but not tight enough; Heero had it open in less than thirty seconds, and was squeezing his way past tightly-packed machinery five more seconds after that. The light disappeared when Wufei dropped in, pulling the panel shut after them.

At least his Preventers jacket wasn't going to be so easily recognizable when he came out at the other end. He should have thought to pack street clothes; he'd just assumed he'd buy them at a local thrift store, back when he still didn't know kidnapping was in today's plans.

The other panel didn't want to open. He fixed that with a vigorous kick, dropping into the cargo hold face to face with a very startled baggage handler.

"Hey--ghhk."

Heero dragged the man back behind a crate, his forearm compressing the man's throat as Wufei dropped silently beside them. No other employee in sight...

... And his current jacket was still too conspicuous. He started pulling the neon yellow security vest off the unconscious man; it would help him blend in.

"Might as well take his jacket too," Wufei said quietly, so Heero did. It was dark blue and too big for him, but it would do.

He walked out and started carrying luggage toward the conveyer belt, glancing around for Meiran's crate. It was a relief to still find it right-side up.

"Hey, I'd like some help here!" he called in a muffled voice as he pretended to struggle with it. "What the hell did they put in this thing?"

He was turning his back on the exit, so the other man was almost at his side before he realized he didn't recognize Heero; but by then Wufei was behind him. They tucked him in another corner and maneuvered the crate on a trolley.

Heero pretended not to see Wufei's knuckles whitening on the crate. He reached down, and offered the second man's fallen cap in silence. Wufei stared at it for a second, and then sighed curtly like he wasn't pleased to acknowledge Heero had a point. He put it on, tilting the front to hide his expression.

"It'll keep your hair under control," Heero said, and aimed the trolley at the exit. Wufei snorted, but didn't call him on the transparent attempt to preserve his dignity.

A short corridor led from the inside of the shuttle, through the thick wall separating them from the vacuum surrounding the ship, to the station itself. Things were so busy there, another team of men jostling past them on the ramp as they raced to pick up the luggage. Heero and Wufei didn't speed up, scanning the unloading area for exits.

The place was old; but then again, all of L2 was. Heero was sure the public areas had been revamped, prettied up, but backstage? Dozens of feet overhead he could see exposed beams and harsh lamps. The place was huge and full of shadows, and -- yes! They still hadn't installed those security measures that kept all the personnel from just walking from one shuttle area to the next; the only delimitation between their flight's area and the next was a low wall of crates and boxes along a painted line on the floor.

"We're in the commercial flight area," he told Wufei quietly, "but if we can get far enough there'll be smaller crafts. Some will be smugglers."

Wufei shook his head. "Steal, not bargain. No tracks."

Heero shrugged. Either way worked for him.

The only problem he could see was the pair of uniformed Preventers standing back where they needed to pass, scanning the crowd.

He felt Wufei go tense all over, a crackle of adrenaline right down the spine.

"Move behind that pile, block their line of sight," Heero whispered to him quickly. "Distraction's coming."

A couple of seconds later a call came from the hold; they'd probably found one of the unconscious men. Heero glanced at the Preventers to gauge their reaction. They'd seemed almost bored -- almost like this was just a routine precaution. There would have been more of them if they'd seriously believed their perps were about to escape through there. He needed to see what they'd do now, hoping they'd go and check it out --

"Shit."

One of them was talking fast to someone on the radio, his eye on the developing situation. They both had their hands on their guns. Neither of them was moving away from the only free space wide enough for the trolley to go through.

Smart, Heero acknowledged. Sometimes it was harder to hang back than to rush in, when there were people who might need help. But they seemed determined not to wade in without some more backup.

So he ran to them, waving his hand in the air and looking as alarmed as he knew how. "Hey! Hey -- one of our guys in there --"

"Stop where you are, sir--"

"There's blood everywhere!"

One of the Preventers yelled at him to stop right there, but he was hesitant to pull his gun on what looked like a civilian; Heero dropped to the ground, rolled, and came back up heels first, double-kicking him so hard in the stomach he flew back a couple of steps and crumpled to the floor, retching.

His partner was faster. When Heero landed back on his feet, she had a gun aimed at his chest.

The trolley broadsided her; Heero thought he heard bone breaking. He caught her gun-holding hand and pulled her out of Wufei's way, aiming her fall toward her partner.

Their cover was pretty blown now. They raced through the next loading area, and the next, seeing workers jump for cover in front of them. He could see some of the upcoming areas from there. Commercial flight -- another commercial flight -- huge freighter, no -- twenty-seater, too big, and he couldn't see further. They could hear Preventers chasing them, ordering them to stop and drop on the ground.

They were never going to move fast enough to lose them with that trolley. Even the hospital bed hadn't been so awkward; there were precious few handles on the crate and every time they turned too sharply, it slid worryingly toward one of the edges.

It was just too big, too bothersome, too noticeable.

Heero snatched up a metal bar and dropped back to Wufei's level as they ran. "I'll slow them down. Get her out of the crate. Find a smuggler. Meet later."

Wufei's snarled. "Don't say 'meet later'!" His black eyes threw a thunderous glare his way. "Don't lie to me -- don't lie to me!"

"Chang--"

"You won't find me again -- don't know where I'm going--"

Heero leaped over a travel bag and shoved an unwary inspector away. "Chang!"

If Wufei could have let go of the trolley with even one hand, Heero was sure he would have hit him. "You're not getting caught on purpose, so drop it!"

"I don't plan to get caught," Heero retorted. Wufei snarled again.

"Give me the probability you will."

It was over seventy-five percent, so Heero stayed silent.

He could hear them gaining ground. He shoved boxes down in their path, tables and tools and even workers when those got too close, but it didn't matter; the Preventers were on foot and had no trolley to maneuver; they could dodge and it never slowed them down much.

There were seven of them. That was a bit too much, especially since he wasn't going to allow himself the harshest methods to make sure they stayed down. Unless one of them fumbled, they'd get him. He just wanted to make sure they were too busy with him to chase Wufei, give him some time to extract Meiran from the box. He wasn't going to worry about whether that could kill her; she'd been defying the odds for a while now, anyway.

He started to fall back.

"Yuy!"

They were gaining on him. He threw the metal bar at their legs, watching a couple of agents trip. The rest... Not so much.

They were almost up to the smaller craft area -- narrower corridors, worse ceiling lights, more obstacles. If Wufei could take a couple of turns without being seen, he'd manage. Heero planted himself in the narrowest part of the alley and waited.

Something whistled sharp and loud overhead and exploded in a deafening bang. Heero threw himself on the ground and hurried for cover, noticing the agents doing the same. Rocket bomb? What kind of suicidal idiot was throwing bombs in a spaceport--

--Since when did bombs melt into showers of purple sparks?

He took off running again, almost razing the ground. He knew enough ballistics to tell where the firework had come from. It was probably an accident, or a couple of bored small-time pilots being stupid with their cargo, but if there were more they would make a great distraction...

By then most of the people he saw were salvage ship crew, or possibly much less legal, and most of them watched him run past with whistles and laughter, though they also tended to toy negligently with a random assortment of heavy wrenches and knives to make sure he didn't drag them in his problems. Taking a ship would be a little more difficult than he'd expected...

He turned the next corner to see the landing ramp of a ratty little junker ship clank down on the ground a couple of feet before Wufei's trolley. Wufei had probably been slowing down as soon as he saw it descend, but he still had too much momentum to stop entirely; the trolley's wheel bumped hard on the edge of the ramp and the crate slid halfway off. Wufei threw himself forward to try to keep it there.

Heero was there a second later, putting his own weight on the edge of the crate to keep it from flipping over.

The cargo bay was dark and there was no trace of any crew. Heero clenched his teeth, readied himself for a potential trap, and started wheeling the crate up. Wufei was swearing up a storm beside him, adding his strength to Heero's to push upslope faster. Back at the corner, someone yelled at them to drop to the ground right now.

They were still in the middle of the ramp when it started lifting closed, and for the last seconds they had to hold the trolley back to keep it from speeding and crashing on the floor.

The ramp locked, leaving them in almost total darkness. The airlock beeped and swooshed closed.

"He's about to lift off!" Wufei realized, eyes widening. He shoved the trolley forward, unbalancing Heero for a second.

Heero remembered his quick look at the cargo bay -- a narrow space, all things considered, but still wide enough for them to get hurt. It wasn't likely such a small craft would have any gravity. He felt around the wall hurriedly for ropes and nets to secure the crate with, threw the ends at Wufei to lock to the floor, and then the thrusters started purring and he had just barely enough time to find a corner to brace himself in.

The whole ship trembled as the thrusters roared to life, hurling them out of the space station.

"...If that pilot hasn't bribed the port officials," Wufei said five minutes later, once things had settled down enough that they didn't need to cling to the walls anymore, "I'll eat that cap. The hangar doors should have been closed and asking for permission always takes ages."

Heero shrugged and uncurled himself from his tight cling around a pole. "We're not Preventers anymore." Also the stranger had saved them; he was ready to be benevolent. Somewhat. Because unless the rescue had been accidental it was very unlikely their mystery pilot had done it out of the goodness of his heart.

What had been the floor was now a wall as their speed reassigned "down" to the tail end of the ship. The pressure wasn't as strong as true Earth-gravity, though. He watched the crate shift a little in its net, making sure it wasn't moving more than that, and let himself drop to what used to be a wall.

"I'm going. Are you staying here?"

He could see Wufei, faintly, in the lights of the tiny green lights lining the walls. Wufei gave the crate holding his wife a long look, but then squared his shoulders and marched toward the door leading to the rest of the ship.

Heero had assumed he would want to check on her as soon as it was safe -- but then again they didn't know whether it really was. He followed Wufei to the airtight door, noting with approval that the ship seemed in better state on the inside than it had looked when docked, at least where vital equipment was concerned.

The trip from the cargo bay was short; there were a tiny cabin and a tiny bathroom that they both checked for crew -- there wasn't any -- before proceeding to the pilot's cabin.

He was broad-shouldered, with a shoulder blade-length ponytail of wavy, tangled hair; hard to see more with him turned away to face his instruments and the high-backed pilot seat blocking their view. The only lights came from the control panels, flickering green and red and blue.

"Schroedinger's girl still packaged?"

Heero blinked slowly. Wufei stiffened.

"... What the fuck are you doing here."

"Playing taxi," Duo Maxwell said, and threw them a faintly sarcastic look over his shoulder.

He'd changed, Heero thought -- at least physically. No more baby fat in his cheeks. Stronger jaw line. His bangs now parted in the middle and hung down to his jaws -- he hadn't seen fit to use scissors on them in a while... or a razor on his face in the last week, either.

At his side Wufei was tense, eyes cold and wary. Heero glanced at him, tilted his head in question.

"He's a suspect," Wufei mouthed back at him, and then out loud, "How did you know where to find us?"

Duo didn't bother to turn around; he tapped the radio instead. Heero wasn't even surprised to hear a spat of Preventer code out of the speaker.

Heero snorted in faint amusement. He should have expected it. Wufei... Wufei only tensed more.

"Why--"

"Hey, how 'bout we save all the heavy shit for when I'm not flying a bucket of rust?"

"You could fly this with one hand behind your back in the middle of a firefight," Heero retorted.

Duo gave a short laugh and turned to face him.

There was a white patch of gauze taped over his right eye, covering the whole socket and then some.

"Flattered you trust me so much, but at the moment my depth perception is kinda shitty."

Wufei swore again, though this time it was less from suspicion and more from sheer surprise. Heero was tempted to shove Duo out of his seat. "... Let me pilot."

"Hah! Good try. No. I don't need two eyes to navigate a cleaned corridor. There's not even a speck of dust I could run into here."

Heero crossed his arms. "I'll do the landing. That's not open for debate."

Duo rolled his eyes -- eye? Did he even still have the other one? What the hell had happened to him? "The way you used to pilot, did you ever learn how to land something that's not made of gundanium and can and will break into pieces?"

"Maxwell," Wufei started, and paused as if he wasn't sure what he wanted to say, whether he wanted to be hostile or prod in that slightly rough, competitive way that was still a kind of teasing.

Being Wufei, Heero wasn't surprised to see his eyes harden again. "Chang," he said quietly. "Let's wait until we're where we're going." There was no point insisting now. Duo was offering them a way out. They'd demand answers afterwards.

"We shouldn't even accept his help without knowing--"

Wufei cut himself off, looked down at his hands, emerging from the sleeves of a jacket he'd stolen. Heero could see the thought right on his face, like a splash of cold water. He was an outlaw too now.

Duo chuckled, low and a little mean. "Still that stick in your ass, huh." He sobered up, or pretended to, eyes still glinting. "Don't worry, we'll talk all we need once we get home. You can explain why there's a brain-dead chick in my cargo bay."

Wufei sneered. Heero shifted his weight to be ready to check him if he decided to reach out and punch Maxwell in the head.

"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to that one."

"And we're looking forward to you explaining a car you stomped flat with people still inside and a whole mafia you slaughtered and, oh, one or two heists and assaults... or perhaps three..." The sarcasm in Wufei's voice was so thick he could have choked on it.

Duo looked at him thoughtfully for a second, and then he smirked. "Damn sure it's all me, huh?"

"Damn straight I am."

"We-ell..."

"Either the two of you shut up or I lock you in the closest closet," Heero said. "Now where are we going?"

Duo sighed with mock-sadness and turned back to his instruments. "You'll see when we get there." And as Wufei took a sharp breath in annoyance, he smirked once again. "Don't worry, no one will find you. After all, you never found me either."

[identity profile] phoenix-melody.livejournal.com 2009-07-09 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
...you've made my morning. ♥ ♥ ♥ I shall comment better later--I've got to get to work now--or I shall ambush you on AIM. It's been ages since we've talked.

[identity profile] joisbishmyoga.livejournal.com 2009-07-09 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
DUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~

Schroedinger's girl! Rescue! Eyepatch! klfhtlerklghz ILU ASUKAAAAA

[identity profile] rosalui.livejournal.com 2009-07-09 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I KNEW IT. 8D I knew it would be Duo, as soon as you mentioned smugglers!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDD

You have no idea how happy I am that they've met up - for some reason I thought they'd be on opposite sides and it all would be very depressing. ;_____________; I HATE people who were once friends turning against each other. :( It makes me feel so sad.

GREAT CHAPTER THOUGH. And I hope Duo's not too badly damaged. :(

(Anonymous) 2009-07-09 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay newype fic! ♥

--vivi

[identity profile] armina-skitty.livejournal.com 2009-07-09 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
.....................WHY DO YOU KEEP REVIVING MY DEAD FANDOMS!?!?!?! WHHHYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Oh gods this is so good, I really hope that inspiration bites you hard and you're able to finish this. If not, well, it's still damned good.

Oh gods Duo... are you ever able to stay out of trouble? No, huh. Are you sure you weren't named 'Zack' in a former life?

[identity profile] book-people.livejournal.com 2009-07-09 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
*___* Duuuuuooooooo! \o/

Oh man, the upcoming conversation is going to be interesting. I'd like to hear what Duo has to say about all the crimes being committed. On a slightly different note, "Schrodinger's girl." *snickers*

Also, Heero as peacemaker is just possibly the funniest thing I've seen all week. XD

[identity profile] kittychan1986.livejournal.com 2009-07-09 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
How did I know it was Duo the instant the fireworks went off? *Cackle* Heero and Wufei have got to be the luckiest damned guys this side of space. They probably don't think so at the moment, but the fact remains that they were screwed until Duo High-Tailed them out of there. I'm very interested to find out what Duo's been up to and what exactly happened to him. I have a feeling though that the further Heero and Wufei go, the deeper they end up. And they Totally Rivered Meiran though, unconscious girl in a crate in the hold of a passenger ship. *Snicker* GW will always hold a special place in my heart a the first anime I ever watched, so I'm absolutely delighted to see that it's still an active (Simi-Active? Not-Quite-Dead-Yet?) fandom. Yay for more Newtype. Bring on the awesome!

[identity profile] sunhawk16.livejournal.com 2009-07-09 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Awesome! I'm so excited to see Duo show up! What an action packed part... I couldn't read fast enough! ^_______^

[identity profile] ryouseiteki.livejournal.com 2009-07-10 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm still fallout Gundam-Wing-fandom-wise, but DAYUM: I saw the Schrodinger line and flailed like a massive nerd. Image
ext_132474: green keys (squee)

[identity profile] luel-exana.livejournal.com 2009-07-11 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, okay, I *know* you are the least person who needs fanart from other people (because you draw great things yourself), but damn it... you wrote broad-shouldered, one-eyed, scruffy Duo... That's like... my kryptonite. Though I did enjoy messy-haired Wufei too, so he made it in there as well. haha So... Voila (http://black.ore-sama.ca/images/gundam_wing/fanart/newtype_comic.jpg)! Fanart for you. I apologize... ^^;

Man, reading new chapters of this fic always makes my day. Do you know how nice it is to have random lackey Preventers actually show some common sense and hold their post? I commend you for putting a wrench in Heero and Wufei's escape plan like that. The suspense was delicious.

Wufei cut himself off, looked down at his hands, emerging from the sleeves of a jacket he'd stolen. Heero could see the thought right on his face, like a splash of cold water. He was an outlaw too now.

I really liked how you wrote that part. The imagery fits, and it's such a situation-defining moment for Wufei. I like how he would keep clamming up every now and then, and Heero would have to read his moods. It was a refreshing take on their relationship.

See the edge of that seat over there? I'll be sitting on it now waiting to see what happens next. And I can't wait to find out how Duo fits into all of this, and what his real motivations are.
Meiran... please be okay somehow.
ext_132474: green keys (flowers)

[identity profile] luel-exana.livejournal.com 2009-07-11 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
*ahem* That's just my blatant Duo-favouritism showing through. XD; YOU HAVE NOBODY BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME. You can't tell me you didn't think stubble wouldn't look good on Duo like that. XD; In reality, Wufei and Heero deserved more attention since you wrote them mighty good-lookin' in the bedroom scene too. haha (And now they look inexblicably younger beside manly-man-with-stubble Duo.) At least messy-haired Wufei deserved a re-visit of sorts. Though his face is inexplicably hard to draw.

And no worries! Have a good trip! :D

[identity profile] rochan01.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Schroedinger's girl ! physicist jokes yay! LOL

It figures Duo would be irreverent, sarcastic and educated enough to come up with that - and fearless enough to say it to Wufei.

[identity profile] lilai.livejournal.com 2009-07-12 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
J'ai littéralement levé les deux bras en l'air et fait "Yeaaaaaaaaaah!" quand Duo a débarqué.... Et là je me suis rendu compte que je devais faire peur...
Ah, j'adore cette histoire, Gundam un jour Gundam toujours... Shhh je sais pas comment mon dieu tu vas t'en sortir avec Meiran mais il semble que mes questions sur Duo reprennent le dessus...
Et j'adore la façon de parler que tu as donné a Duo... Tu lui a volé un oeil ? ^_^

*glomp for awsomeness +1*

[identity profile] meanne77.livejournal.com 2009-07-18 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
♥ !!! Duo !!!! M'aura fallu un petit moment pour me poser et pouvoir lire, quand même ! v_v
Damn... je veux la suite... je ne saurais dire depuis combien de temps je n'avais pas resenti ce genre d'impatience-là... Crime lord Quatre ??
Edited 2009-07-18 08:31 (UTC)

[identity profile] kinsugi.livejournal.com 2013-09-01 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. Holy sh*t. That was freaking AMAZING. I had to remind myself to breathe and couldn't read fast enough.

Of course it was Duo; it had to be Duo, the minute things started to blow up. Will reread sometime to find out how they managed to end up in his ship...

Brilliant story. Gonna keep going until there isn't any more... (I didn't look beforehand; I don't want to know.)

[identity profile] kinsugi.livejournal.com 2013-09-01 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
P.S. I LOVED Duo's comment about Schroedinger's girl. How perfect is that?!

[identity profile] kinsugi.livejournal.com 2013-09-01 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Aaaaaaand... that's all there is. T_T

Well it was great fun while it lasted! Oddly, the stories you don't finish are the ones that stay with me the longest, while I'm wondering what happened next in that part of my mind that accepts it all as real.

[identity profile] kinsugi.livejournal.com 2013-09-02 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you... it was tagged and I did see from the dates, when I read the list of titles, that you'd left it.

As a Crossed Wires fan, I knew the risks when I came on board. I appreciate the chance to get any glimpse of the ideas that inspire you.

Your wolves are amazing! *hug*