Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Last Chance ❯ Rescue Me ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 421 | Status: Work In Progress
Finally, an update!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 421 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 12-29-03
(Last Chance - Chapter Nine: Rescue Me)
rated: PG13 - language, content shounen-ai/yaoi
Rescue Me
-
The police station looked the same as the last time Heero had been
there, right down to the sullen, bored looks on the officers. His
mind spun with possible lies, hopelessly trying to figure out a way
to free Duo without breaking any major laws. Or, if it came to that,
just freeing Duo with hell to laws. As long as Duo was safe.
He was halfway to the front desk with he heard it, a soft, hesitant
call that stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Heero?"
Huddled in a chair just to the side of the lobby, Duo stared back at
him with clear confusion, amethyst eyes wide. "What are you doing
here?" he asked as Heero hurried over, sitting upright and uncurling
slightly. One hand started to lift in effort to absently brush aside
his bangs, but stopped short with a metallic clang. Duo was handcuffed
to the chair.
"Why..." Heero started to ask, sitting in the chair next to the
American and glancing quickly out at the rest of the station, which,
as a whole, seemed oblivious.
"Am I here? Over-crowding, not enough cells. Not that I'm complaining,
but it's cramped," he said with a slight smile, stretching slightly
for emphasis as tired joints popped softly. "Why are you here, Heero?"
Without pause for an answer, Duo laughed slightly, "Coming to play
hero again for me?"
"Something like that," he muttered, unable to piece together anything
better to say.
"Good ol' Heero," Duo said softly, "who knew there was a heroic streak
under all that icy crust? I appreciate the effort, however misplaced,
but I don't need your help. Go home to... whatever it is you do and
leave me be. I've been humiliated enough for one lifetime."
"Duo..."
The American shook his head fiercely, braid swaying, "No, Heero, you
listen. My life was just fine before you walked back in here causing
trouble and making things complicated. Everything was so simple."
"I'm sorry, Duo, for the way I hurt you..."
"Sorry?" he laughed bitterly, free hand rising to tuck back loose
strands of the braid. "You're sorry? Maybe you just don't get it,
Heero. You can't..." Duo sighed, staring at Heero with tired eyes.
"Forget it. Just go home, Heero. Fuck, I just want to go home."
"Will they let you...?" Heero looked around the station warily,
mindful of what that girl, Noel, had told him.
"They have bigger fish to fry than me. And I did them a favor."
Heero sat back in surprise, "By killing..."
The look on Duo's face cut him off. The American shook his head
warily, "Kill? Listening to street rumors again, Hee? I just roughed
them up a bit on the way out the door. Who told you...?"
"Noel. Your friend."
"That bitch?" Duo laughed, running his free hand through his bangs
absently, "What was she doing... Oh," he snuck a glance to Heero, eyes
plainly saying the suspicions he couldn't voice.
"She just showed up. A lot of people came."
"Throw a party while I was gone?"
"Not exactly. There was a drive-by outside your apartment," Heero
muttered, wondering how Duo was going to react to the news. Hopefully,
the other boy wouldn't care that Ys was dead. Heero only cared because
he hadn't been the one to fire the lethal shot.
Duo's eyes widened slightly, "Really? Good thing you weren't
outside... Right?"
His heart thudded in his chest at the sudden concern Duo couldn't
conceal if he tried. "I was inside," he replied neutrally, not
wanting to press his luck.
Duo nodded, "Know who it was? Or did anyone even get hurt? They have
incredibly bad aim sometimes." Without waiting for an answer, Duo's
head turned away as he looked thoughtfully at his surroundings,
"I could get out of here if I wanted, you know. I've been arrested
lots of times. They don't seem to care about justice... which is good
for me, eh?" He threw a sideways grin to Heero, who just stared
complacently back at the boy with wary eyes.
With a frown, he continued talking, softly, and almost to himself.
"When you bailed me out last time, that was a mistake. I wasn't
suppose to be in jail. I'm good at what I do," Duo added wryly, a
suddenly lewd tone giving the meaning Heero did not want to hear.
"You have to be to survive... Do you remember?"
"Remember what, Duo?" he asked slowly, not understand what Duo was
trying to say, but just grateful for the sound of the other youth's
voice.
"I was so surprised to see you. I didn't think I would ever see you
again, Heero. I felt so ashamed it had to be like that, through bars.
I hate the way you look at me. Whatever happened to how we were during
the war? Why did things have to change, Heero?"
"Things just change, Duo."
The American sighed, "Ever the logical one."
"Change... can be good."
Abruptly, Duo shifted away from Heero and looked out again at the
police station. "I'm going home and taking a long nap."
Heero opened his mouth to ask how Duo thought he was going to get
released, then closed it as the handcuffs dropped to the floor with a
clatter that was lost to the buzz of administrative noise around them.
"Ever the sly one," he murmured appreciatively, following as Duo
walked out of the station like he owned the place. No one even gave
them a second glance, which, even though it helped them, chilled
Heero to the bone.
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They walked back to Duo's apartment in silence, Heero's attempts at
conversation being largely ignored by the other boy. He watched the
sway of Duo's backside, fascinating by the way the long braid waved
back and forth with the boy's stride. Duo walked with his head down,
hands in pockets, not looking up but yet radiating an air of complete
awareness, announcing to the shadowed thieves he was not a target.
The uneasy silence lasted until they entered the apartment and was
broken by Duo suddenly turning to Heero to ask, "What are your plans?"
Taken off guard, Heero responded with a largely inarticulate grunt.
"Do you just plan on mooching off me forever?" Duo clarified, his tone
indicating a grand indifference to Heero's answer, but his eyes
clearly stating a complete contradiction. Don't leave me, the amethyst
hues seemed to plead... or at least Heero read them that way.
"No," Heero said carefully, "of course not."
"I wouldn't mind," Duo replied with equal care, almost hesitantly.
Before Heero could even manage a smile in return, however, the
American turned on a heel and walked out the door.
Shocked, it took Heero a few moments to comprehend what had just
occurred, and a few more to hurry out into the hall. "Duo?" he said,
not seeing anyone heading towards the stairs. He started to turn
around, but only half-completed the motion when the door shut behind
him. He stared at it with dull incomprehension, hand reaching out to
reopen it, but finding it locked.
"...Duo?"
"Goodbye Heero," came the muffled reply.
"Duo! What on earth -- open the door!" Heero growled, trying to knob
again in futile panic.
The unmistakable sound of several more locks being secured was the
only response until, finally, Duo spoke again, almost pleading.
"You have to leave, Heero. Go back to where ever you came."
"Duo, I'm not leaving."
"Please, just leave me alone! I don't know what you want with me, but
I don't want anything with you! Go find a hotel. Call Relena, I'm sure
she'll pay your ticket back. I don't want to be your pity project."
Heero kicked the door lightly in frustration, "I told you, it's over
with her. I don't want to be anywhere but right here, Duo."
Silence for the longest time, and Heero thought Duo must have moved
away from the door until a soft sigh barely reached his ears. "Please
just leave."
"I don't have anywhere to go."
"You're resourceful."
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"Heero, are you still there...?"
He jerked awake so suddenly that, with a dull thunk, the back of his
head connected with the door. "Ow... Yes," Heero called, "I'm not
leaving."
"You should."
"But I'm not. Open the door."
For a minute, Heero held his breath, ears straining for the sound of
footsteps or locks being slid back. In that moment, he feared Duo had
gone away again, and he wished desperately to take the words back.
"Duo?" he called at last, when he could not take the waiting any
longer.
Only silence greeted him.
"I'm not leaving you," Heero called into the quiet, turning his head
to better carry the words.
His only response was the soft click of locks being undone. Not
wanting to press his luck, Heero merely stood, joints protesting
softly. The door remained closed, however, and at last he cautiously
extended a hand and touched experimentally at the door. "Duo...?" the
sound of the door opening seemed loud, despite the distance hum of
background noise from the streets.
11:13:49:27
He winced, looking at the glowing numbers. He never should have fallen
asleep. "Duo?" he called again, easing the door open with one hand.
The apartment beyond was dark, none of the lights on. Stepping into
the room, he reached for the switch, but a rustle of fabric and a soft
voice stopped him.
"Leave it off."
Heero paused, then lowered his arm, trying to see into the gloom.
Quietly, he pressed the door closed with his back and leaned against
it, waiting for his eyes to adjust. There was another soft sound of
movement, and then a click as a lamp's pale light broke the dark.
Heero blinked twice, then focused on Duo, who was sitting on the
couch watching him back.
And the look on Duo's face stopped whatever half-response he had
started to articulate.
//Heero took a small sip, but Duo merely set his glass aside without
so much as a taste. About to comment, Heero opened his mouth, but the
look on Duo's face stopped him. "What is it?" he asked instead,
staring in confusion at the gaze levelled at him. "Duo?"//
Heero swallowed hard, shaken by the memory suddenly springing to mind.
From... he didn't know how long ago. Years in the future from this
reality, and seemingly an eternity from his. Mere minutes before Duo
collapsed, face pale...
"Duo?" he asked, and was surprised at the way his voice shook. Fear?
Concern. Transfixed by the dull surrender in Duo's eyes, the distance
set of amethyst hues that reflected... Heero shook his head slightly.
No, he was just imagining things. He had to be.
Duo looked away with sigh, "What do you want?"
"I told..."
"No. You're hiding something from me. I can tell."
When Duo's eyes flicked back, locking on Heero's and silently
demanding the truth, he found himself looking away, unable to stand
the intensity of that gaze. Thoughts raced, largely incoherent, and
Heero stood mute. What could he say?
He looked up at the sound of movement, and he stepped away from the
door quickly, heart in throat. He wasn't imagining it now. Duo looked
unsteady, touch lingering on the arm of the couch, calves pressed
back as if to sink into the cushions... In the dim light, Heero could
not tell if the other boy's face was paler then usual.
"What do you want from me?" Duo repeated, the words falling into a
near cry at the last.
Heero closed the distance between them and took hold of Duo's elbow
to steady the boy. The American looked up in surprise, then violet
hues narrowed as he shook off Heero's hand and took a step away.
"Just go away, Heero. You can't save me," contempt dripped emphasis
on the words, and they struck Heero cold.
"Duo... Are you all right?" he asked faintly, dreading the response.
This close, he could easily see... Not again! his mind whispered.
Shinigami would be amused at least... No!
The boy sneered, but the effect was ruined by the sudden sway. Heero
immediately steadied him, and didn't let go. His heart thudded loudly,
so loud, he almost lost himself in it and barely registered Duo's
answer. "Fuck off."
"...Duo?" Heero managed to draw his eyes away from the boy's face,
something in the corner of his vision drawing his attention. He
frowned, eyes focusing in the murky light. Relief hit him strong
enough for him to actually let out a breath that lifted slightly in
almost a hysterical chuckle. With relief came clarity, and he easily
dismissed his earlier fear.
"You've been drinking, haven't you?" Heero asked, trying to inflect
concern but unable to stop himself from venting anger.
"So what if? Didn't I tell you to fuck off?" Duo glared and made to
push the other boy away, but Heero only tightened his grip. The
American frowned, anger starting to give way to worry. "Hey. Let off,
you're hurting me."
"Do you have any idea how..." Heero caught the last word, checked
himself, and relaxed his grip on the boy. The table next to the couch
held empty bottles, and, now this close, he could... Close. Unable to
help himself, Heero glanced at Duo's full lips, which were pursed
slightly into a pout. His heart pounded. It wouldn't be very hard to
just lean...
Duo leaned towards him.
Heero's eyes widened.
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Author's Notes: I don't even want to know how long it's been since my
last update. Seriously. Oh well. Shouts out to Kate for always yelling
at me to get writing, and to Meg. <3 you, babe.
More soon, hopefully.
Uh, if anyone sent a request to join the Update ML, you'll have to
send it again. Oops. Sorry. It's "VioletNyteML@yahoo.com" now.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (VioletNyteML@yahoo.com)
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(Last Chance - Chapter Nine: Rescue Me)
rated: PG13 - language, content shounen-ai/yaoi
Rescue Me
-
The police station looked the same as the last time Heero had been
there, right down to the sullen, bored looks on the officers. His
mind spun with possible lies, hopelessly trying to figure out a way
to free Duo without breaking any major laws. Or, if it came to that,
just freeing Duo with hell to laws. As long as Duo was safe.
He was halfway to the front desk with he heard it, a soft, hesitant
call that stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Heero?"
Huddled in a chair just to the side of the lobby, Duo stared back at
him with clear confusion, amethyst eyes wide. "What are you doing
here?" he asked as Heero hurried over, sitting upright and uncurling
slightly. One hand started to lift in effort to absently brush aside
his bangs, but stopped short with a metallic clang. Duo was handcuffed
to the chair.
"Why..." Heero started to ask, sitting in the chair next to the
American and glancing quickly out at the rest of the station, which,
as a whole, seemed oblivious.
"Am I here? Over-crowding, not enough cells. Not that I'm complaining,
but it's cramped," he said with a slight smile, stretching slightly
for emphasis as tired joints popped softly. "Why are you here, Heero?"
Without pause for an answer, Duo laughed slightly, "Coming to play
hero again for me?"
"Something like that," he muttered, unable to piece together anything
better to say.
"Good ol' Heero," Duo said softly, "who knew there was a heroic streak
under all that icy crust? I appreciate the effort, however misplaced,
but I don't need your help. Go home to... whatever it is you do and
leave me be. I've been humiliated enough for one lifetime."
"Duo..."
The American shook his head fiercely, braid swaying, "No, Heero, you
listen. My life was just fine before you walked back in here causing
trouble and making things complicated. Everything was so simple."
"I'm sorry, Duo, for the way I hurt you..."
"Sorry?" he laughed bitterly, free hand rising to tuck back loose
strands of the braid. "You're sorry? Maybe you just don't get it,
Heero. You can't..." Duo sighed, staring at Heero with tired eyes.
"Forget it. Just go home, Heero. Fuck, I just want to go home."
"Will they let you...?" Heero looked around the station warily,
mindful of what that girl, Noel, had told him.
"They have bigger fish to fry than me. And I did them a favor."
Heero sat back in surprise, "By killing..."
The look on Duo's face cut him off. The American shook his head
warily, "Kill? Listening to street rumors again, Hee? I just roughed
them up a bit on the way out the door. Who told you...?"
"Noel. Your friend."
"That bitch?" Duo laughed, running his free hand through his bangs
absently, "What was she doing... Oh," he snuck a glance to Heero, eyes
plainly saying the suspicions he couldn't voice.
"She just showed up. A lot of people came."
"Throw a party while I was gone?"
"Not exactly. There was a drive-by outside your apartment," Heero
muttered, wondering how Duo was going to react to the news. Hopefully,
the other boy wouldn't care that Ys was dead. Heero only cared because
he hadn't been the one to fire the lethal shot.
Duo's eyes widened slightly, "Really? Good thing you weren't
outside... Right?"
His heart thudded in his chest at the sudden concern Duo couldn't
conceal if he tried. "I was inside," he replied neutrally, not
wanting to press his luck.
Duo nodded, "Know who it was? Or did anyone even get hurt? They have
incredibly bad aim sometimes." Without waiting for an answer, Duo's
head turned away as he looked thoughtfully at his surroundings,
"I could get out of here if I wanted, you know. I've been arrested
lots of times. They don't seem to care about justice... which is good
for me, eh?" He threw a sideways grin to Heero, who just stared
complacently back at the boy with wary eyes.
With a frown, he continued talking, softly, and almost to himself.
"When you bailed me out last time, that was a mistake. I wasn't
suppose to be in jail. I'm good at what I do," Duo added wryly, a
suddenly lewd tone giving the meaning Heero did not want to hear.
"You have to be to survive... Do you remember?"
"Remember what, Duo?" he asked slowly, not understand what Duo was
trying to say, but just grateful for the sound of the other youth's
voice.
"I was so surprised to see you. I didn't think I would ever see you
again, Heero. I felt so ashamed it had to be like that, through bars.
I hate the way you look at me. Whatever happened to how we were during
the war? Why did things have to change, Heero?"
"Things just change, Duo."
The American sighed, "Ever the logical one."
"Change... can be good."
Abruptly, Duo shifted away from Heero and looked out again at the
police station. "I'm going home and taking a long nap."
Heero opened his mouth to ask how Duo thought he was going to get
released, then closed it as the handcuffs dropped to the floor with a
clatter that was lost to the buzz of administrative noise around them.
"Ever the sly one," he murmured appreciatively, following as Duo
walked out of the station like he owned the place. No one even gave
them a second glance, which, even though it helped them, chilled
Heero to the bone.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
They walked back to Duo's apartment in silence, Heero's attempts at
conversation being largely ignored by the other boy. He watched the
sway of Duo's backside, fascinating by the way the long braid waved
back and forth with the boy's stride. Duo walked with his head down,
hands in pockets, not looking up but yet radiating an air of complete
awareness, announcing to the shadowed thieves he was not a target.
The uneasy silence lasted until they entered the apartment and was
broken by Duo suddenly turning to Heero to ask, "What are your plans?"
Taken off guard, Heero responded with a largely inarticulate grunt.
"Do you just plan on mooching off me forever?" Duo clarified, his tone
indicating a grand indifference to Heero's answer, but his eyes
clearly stating a complete contradiction. Don't leave me, the amethyst
hues seemed to plead... or at least Heero read them that way.
"No," Heero said carefully, "of course not."
"I wouldn't mind," Duo replied with equal care, almost hesitantly.
Before Heero could even manage a smile in return, however, the
American turned on a heel and walked out the door.
Shocked, it took Heero a few moments to comprehend what had just
occurred, and a few more to hurry out into the hall. "Duo?" he said,
not seeing anyone heading towards the stairs. He started to turn
around, but only half-completed the motion when the door shut behind
him. He stared at it with dull incomprehension, hand reaching out to
reopen it, but finding it locked.
"...Duo?"
"Goodbye Heero," came the muffled reply.
"Duo! What on earth -- open the door!" Heero growled, trying to knob
again in futile panic.
The unmistakable sound of several more locks being secured was the
only response until, finally, Duo spoke again, almost pleading.
"You have to leave, Heero. Go back to where ever you came."
"Duo, I'm not leaving."
"Please, just leave me alone! I don't know what you want with me, but
I don't want anything with you! Go find a hotel. Call Relena, I'm sure
she'll pay your ticket back. I don't want to be your pity project."
Heero kicked the door lightly in frustration, "I told you, it's over
with her. I don't want to be anywhere but right here, Duo."
Silence for the longest time, and Heero thought Duo must have moved
away from the door until a soft sigh barely reached his ears. "Please
just leave."
"I don't have anywhere to go."
"You're resourceful."
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"Heero, are you still there...?"
He jerked awake so suddenly that, with a dull thunk, the back of his
head connected with the door. "Ow... Yes," Heero called, "I'm not
leaving."
"You should."
"But I'm not. Open the door."
For a minute, Heero held his breath, ears straining for the sound of
footsteps or locks being slid back. In that moment, he feared Duo had
gone away again, and he wished desperately to take the words back.
"Duo?" he called at last, when he could not take the waiting any
longer.
Only silence greeted him.
"I'm not leaving you," Heero called into the quiet, turning his head
to better carry the words.
His only response was the soft click of locks being undone. Not
wanting to press his luck, Heero merely stood, joints protesting
softly. The door remained closed, however, and at last he cautiously
extended a hand and touched experimentally at the door. "Duo...?" the
sound of the door opening seemed loud, despite the distance hum of
background noise from the streets.
11:13:49:27
He winced, looking at the glowing numbers. He never should have fallen
asleep. "Duo?" he called again, easing the door open with one hand.
The apartment beyond was dark, none of the lights on. Stepping into
the room, he reached for the switch, but a rustle of fabric and a soft
voice stopped him.
"Leave it off."
Heero paused, then lowered his arm, trying to see into the gloom.
Quietly, he pressed the door closed with his back and leaned against
it, waiting for his eyes to adjust. There was another soft sound of
movement, and then a click as a lamp's pale light broke the dark.
Heero blinked twice, then focused on Duo, who was sitting on the
couch watching him back.
And the look on Duo's face stopped whatever half-response he had
started to articulate.
//Heero took a small sip, but Duo merely set his glass aside without
so much as a taste. About to comment, Heero opened his mouth, but the
look on Duo's face stopped him. "What is it?" he asked instead,
staring in confusion at the gaze levelled at him. "Duo?"//
Heero swallowed hard, shaken by the memory suddenly springing to mind.
From... he didn't know how long ago. Years in the future from this
reality, and seemingly an eternity from his. Mere minutes before Duo
collapsed, face pale...
"Duo?" he asked, and was surprised at the way his voice shook. Fear?
Concern. Transfixed by the dull surrender in Duo's eyes, the distance
set of amethyst hues that reflected... Heero shook his head slightly.
No, he was just imagining things. He had to be.
Duo looked away with sigh, "What do you want?"
"I told..."
"No. You're hiding something from me. I can tell."
When Duo's eyes flicked back, locking on Heero's and silently
demanding the truth, he found himself looking away, unable to stand
the intensity of that gaze. Thoughts raced, largely incoherent, and
Heero stood mute. What could he say?
He looked up at the sound of movement, and he stepped away from the
door quickly, heart in throat. He wasn't imagining it now. Duo looked
unsteady, touch lingering on the arm of the couch, calves pressed
back as if to sink into the cushions... In the dim light, Heero could
not tell if the other boy's face was paler then usual.
"What do you want from me?" Duo repeated, the words falling into a
near cry at the last.
Heero closed the distance between them and took hold of Duo's elbow
to steady the boy. The American looked up in surprise, then violet
hues narrowed as he shook off Heero's hand and took a step away.
"Just go away, Heero. You can't save me," contempt dripped emphasis
on the words, and they struck Heero cold.
"Duo... Are you all right?" he asked faintly, dreading the response.
This close, he could easily see... Not again! his mind whispered.
Shinigami would be amused at least... No!
The boy sneered, but the effect was ruined by the sudden sway. Heero
immediately steadied him, and didn't let go. His heart thudded loudly,
so loud, he almost lost himself in it and barely registered Duo's
answer. "Fuck off."
"...Duo?" Heero managed to draw his eyes away from the boy's face,
something in the corner of his vision drawing his attention. He
frowned, eyes focusing in the murky light. Relief hit him strong
enough for him to actually let out a breath that lifted slightly in
almost a hysterical chuckle. With relief came clarity, and he easily
dismissed his earlier fear.
"You've been drinking, haven't you?" Heero asked, trying to inflect
concern but unable to stop himself from venting anger.
"So what if? Didn't I tell you to fuck off?" Duo glared and made to
push the other boy away, but Heero only tightened his grip. The
American frowned, anger starting to give way to worry. "Hey. Let off,
you're hurting me."
"Do you have any idea how..." Heero caught the last word, checked
himself, and relaxed his grip on the boy. The table next to the couch
held empty bottles, and, now this close, he could... Close. Unable to
help himself, Heero glanced at Duo's full lips, which were pursed
slightly into a pout. His heart pounded. It wouldn't be very hard to
just lean...
Duo leaned towards him.
Heero's eyes widened.
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: I don't even want to know how long it's been since my
last update. Seriously. Oh well. Shouts out to Kate for always yelling
at me to get writing, and to Meg. <3 you, babe.
More soon, hopefully.
Uh, if anyone sent a request to join the Update ML, you'll have to
send it again. Oops. Sorry. It's "VioletNyteML@yahoo.com" now.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (VioletNyteML@yahoo.com)
shameless plug - visit my website
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