Wystii's Ramble

Happy New Year!

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 01:58:56 GMT

{I'm blurry for a reason... *hic**}

Actually... it probably had something to do with the settings of my 'save as'. Anyway, the sentiments still hold true - no matter how blurry. ^_~

Hope it's a good one!

[GW drabble] Dawn

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:52:08 GMT

Happy Christmas, CC!

Pressie! 5x6, just 100 little words. Hope you like!

Dawn

It was the warm regular breaths on his inner thigh that first woke Wufei. Then he noticed the weight on his abdomen. It wasn't heavy, just enough to make the pressure on his kidney noticeable. There was a faint brush of stubble against his skin. In that space between waking and sleeping, he felt the tangle of silken tresses interlaced through fingers resting in the dip of a waist as if it might have slipped off a very naked hip.

Zechs?

The mirror above the circular bed reflected it all. Wufei could only stare as he slowly woke up.

Zechs!

~*~

Possibly a teaser for something more... (I hope you don't mind. Thank you for getting me started!)

Merry Christmas!

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:34:26 GMT

It's that time of year again! So, for all my friends who celebrate the day and for those, like me, who just take the opportunity to party...

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a great New Year, too!

Ack! Old no longer existing links.

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 07:57:48 GMT

So... I've been tagging my entries (is up to 2005) and I think I reached the point... remember that big LJ fandom panic in early 2005? Well I started the Playground about that time and posted the content in Geocities. As you know, my geocities site is no longer in existance. My Dreamwidth archive is slowly getting there, but I'm a sporadic archivist at best. *sheepish grin*

So... If you are reading old posts and you come across links that send you to Geocities, SORRY! I'm too lazy to go back and fix them all. If I didn't catch it on this tag run, I don't know when, if ever, I'll get around to changing what's left.

The new Wystii's Whispers in Dreamwidth should have everything eventually. It's well indexed and tagged and there's a comprehensive memories section should all else fail. *gigantic sweatdrop*

[Exalted fiction] Letters to Barentatze: 22nd day of Descending Air

Sat, 05 Sep 2009 00:44:10 GMT

The game continues, but it's so short it's not worth cutting... or disclaiming really. Yes, there is a Resplendant Air letter missing which is still in progress and will come later. ^^

22nd Day Descending Air

Dear Tatze,

We found a natural demesne! The amount of essence it's generating is amazing. Apparently the recent earthquakes created this new landscape.

Here's a map of where it is.

{roughly drawn map}

Tari

[Exalted fiction] Letters to Barentatze: 1st day of Ascending Air

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 03:54:47 GMT

These are a series of letters written by my character in Exalted to her boss... There's a sort of friendship there of an undisclosed nature.

Disclaimer: Exalted 2nd Edition and the universe that this story is set in belong to White Wolf. The characters mentioned belong to their respective players and the storyteller.

Warning: This is an expression of a character's opinion only! It's my attempt to get into Tari's headspace. Nothing else really for now.

1st day of Ascending Air

Dear Tatze,

I met him, the past-life husband. He calls himself Cifer in this life. (I have no idea if that is how he spells it, I just know that it rhymes with cider.) He's very easy to talk to. In fact, so easy to talk to that I'm afraid I may have said too much. At least, Li's reaction when I told him of our conversation indicated that I probably... definitely had. I spent a very pleasant evening in his company and he even gave me some very pretty paintings. I fear that they might be quite valuable. I want to send them to you for safekeeping, but they won't fit in the envelope for this letter. The scroll case they are in isn't a very heavy addition to my pack.

I got lost in Nexus trying to find the others to let them know where Ivarga and I decided to camp. I hope she'll be alright alone in the forest with her cub. She comes across as a creature of instinct and the terrain she's used to is the Northern ice and that secret valley she keeps talking about. Anyway it was a lot harder finding my way around Nexus this time without any directions or addresses. I don't recall having this much trouble delivering messages and packages in my past visits here. Luckily Cifer's lackey found me with his dinner invitation. I was so grateful to have some sort of direction by then that I didn't much care that he was a perfect stranger. And he's perfect! As a host, I mean.

Iron-star cast his spell again while we were talking. I'm so lucky to not have been directly associated, metaphysically, with him in a past life. Lighting up and glowing magically out of the blue must be so annoying. I hope I didn't cause my metaphysical connections too much inconvenience when Iron-star cast it on me. I could almost see the Cifer's grouch when he lit up just after dinner. It did help him pinpoint where in the city Iron-star was though, which was very helpful. I was so very happy to not be alone in the city anymore, that I accepted his invitation to stay the night. I never noticed this unease with being alone before. I was a solo messenger for the Pact for over a year and it wasn't a problem then. Am I forming attachments to these people I've only so recently met? But Cifer isn't one of these people and a metaphysical connection is no reason for me to be attached to him in any way. I don't think it's as simple a matter of being attached to the Star of Eight I've been assigned to.

Enough of my personal explorations. So much happened in Nexus. Li managed to resolve his wish fulfilling fate anomaly in the market place. Apparently, Ema died before her wish for a child could be fulfilled. Ivarga as a "fertility goddess" should have been able to grant her that in life, but the Chronos problem got in the way and then Ema died without ever being able to have her child. There was an infertile woman in the market place who Ivarga's spirit friend Ojo made fertile. Iron-star not so graciously got drunk enough to get her pregnant. But Li determined that a sacrifice was then needed to resolve the anomaly. They got her pregnant, got her hopes up just so she could miscarry the child? That would have been so unfair! Besides, this was Ema's baby or should have been a long time ago. This woman was sort of fate's surrogate. I took it on myself to keep an eye on the woman while the others made their preparations and tried to find Ema. Apparently, she needed to be there as well or something. I spent a week with the woman while the others worked on the preparations for the sacrifice. It didn't make sense to me to sacrifice the baby. Ivarga agreed with me, but she would. I'd be disappointed with her if she hadn't - being a fertility goddess and all. And this was Ema's baby. We couldn't kill Ema's baby, but we also couldn't wait around with the anomaly loose for 9 months. And Iron-star had his sister's kidnapping to worry about even though he expressed a reluctance to sacrifice the baby as well - something about an over abundance of death energies causing an imbalance somehow.

This distortion I have imprisoned in me has a side effect. If I really need to, I can distort time. I know this because the woman carried the baby to term in a week under my guidance. I'm not sure whether to fear this power or not. I have no way of measuring how this might taint me. I should only use this power sparingly and only as a last resort. I don't want to go insane as Chronos and Ivarga did. It's probably best if I stay closer to the others. Hopefully they'll see it if I'm being corrupted - at least Rose and Li should.

That leads me to Rose. Our erstwhile leader has been missing since she went to make contact with her people in Nexus. It's worrying that none of us have been able to contact her. What with the baby issue, and Iron-star's sister problems we haven't been able to spare time to look for her. I hope she's alright. Of course she is, she's a very resourceful woman.

I was right! It was a lot harder for them to sacrifice a baby on the way to being born. Luckily Cifer agreed to negotiate an arrangement between the woman and Ema to share the baby and absolve Iron-star of any responsibility. According to Li, that baby has a very important destiny. I'm glad it wasn't sacrificed. With the anomaly resolved, we are on the way to rescue Iron-star's sister. We'll look for Rose when we get back.

It's a 3 month trip to the tomb Iron-star needs to open up for the kidnappers. I'm against giving in to extortion like this, but until we can find out who is behind the kidnapping, there's nothing else we can do. It will buy us time to keep looking, anyway. I'll write again when there is more news to convey. It looks like a few boring months on the road for now. Iron-star gathered a rather large expedition for the raid. Random bandits shouldn't be a problem.

Yours faithfully,
Tari.

[Exalted fiction] Letters to Barentatze: 21st day of Descending Earth

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 14:47:57 GMT

The game continues and so do these letters. ^_^ I bet you thought I wasn't going to make it before the game!

These are a series of letters written by my character in Exalted to her boss... There's a sort of friendship there of an undisclosed nature. Tari is a representative of the Silver Pact, assigned to this 'Star of the Eight' (as her boss calls them) as a gesture of good faith. She is meant to be a liason between them and the Silver Pact.

Disclaimer: Exalted 2nd Edition and the universe that this story is set in belong to White Wolf. The characters mentioned belong to their respective players and the storyteller.

Warning: This is an expression of a character's opinion only! It's my attempt to get into Tari's headspace and review the previous session and her role in it.

Notes on the calendar used for this game:
28 days per month
3 months per season: Ascending, Resplendent, Descending
5 seasons per year: (=spring) Water, Wood, Fire, Earth, Air (=winter)
Plus Calibration

21st Day of Descending Earth

Dear Tatze,

I fear that I may have done something very foolish. I can't remember if it was Rose or Li who called it a fate distortion, perhaps they both did. It caused Ivarga's drawing on the deck to come alive somehow. The hunting scene she depicted did indeed remind Emma of their mutual past, a past where Ivarga was controlled by Chronos who had in turn been corrupted by this fate distortion from outside of creation. I know what you're thinking, but no, seriously. It was quite comical at first, watching Emma tease and taunt Ivarga while her spirit friend Oujo stuck pins in Ivarga's head. Then one of the brainy ones figured out that Oujo was getting the pins it was sticking into Ivarga from her very own drawing. That led to the discovery of the distortion.

As the story goes, sometime ago, we're not exactly sure how long ago, Chronos attempted to escape his prison by possessing Ivarga and sending her on a rampage across the Resari's lands. That rampage was what Ivarga depicted in her drawing. I believe that I previously mentioned that she might be suicidal. I wonder if such a condition is infectious among our kind. Anyway, Oujo and Emma re-enacted that long ago scene on our little boat because the Distortion that sent Chronos insane was trying to break into our little pocket of wherever-the-boat-was through Ivarga. The taint left on her by Chronos made her especially susceptible to it and the picture touched things better left alone.

Luckily, they managed to pin cushion Ivarga to safeguard her from the Distortion's influence, but not before it had gained a foothold on the picture on the deck. While it was contained in the picture, we tried to piece together a better way of containing it.

Chronos was a Primordial, a God of our Gods, who was overthrown when the Gods gained control of Heaven. Only five of these Primordials remain because the Gods were afraid that their deaths might undo all Creation. So the Resari were Chronos' gaolers, their lands his prison, their rituals designed to empower and enforce this imprisonment. Ivarga was set up as their goddess. So, Chronos summoned this Distortion to help him escape his prison, but it sent him insane. In his insanity, he tainted Ivarga, made her his puppet and sent her against the very people she was supposed to protect. They contained it the first time by somehow locking it in Ivarga with those pins.

Now the Guru within the Imperial Manse is another Primordial called, Prajapati. When Ivarga ate Prajapati's egg which restored Lunar's favour to her, it doubly tainted her with Primordial essence. This taint weakened the Distortion's containment to the extent that it was able to channel its power through her to get that foothold into reality via the picture she drew. The matrix Bear Claw created around it on the boat couldn't hold it for long because the only vessel that could contain it needed to be able to control essence. It had to be a chosen of the God's, but not one tainted by Primordial essence. Or so the brainy ones thought. Since they were the ones with the best chance of finding a way to permanently banish this Distortion, neither of them could risk being corrupted by it. It was decided that it needed to stay with their Star of Eight, but then I was the only one there untainted by Primordial essence. My Lunar tattoos that protect my true form in the Wyld should help as well.

It's insanity, but I believe that I actually volunteered, I think. See how my fear has foundation? Very foolish since I saw the monster on the other side of that Distortion. It's... It's... Words fail me. Very foolish indeed, but it is done. I'm a living breathing cage for the Distortion that sent a God of our Gods insane. Wonderful.

It's not all bad, I think. They needed to check if I had any Metaphysical connections to Primordial essence that might taint me and provide a means for the Distortion to weaken its new prison. Iron Star cast his Metaphysical Template Relationship spell on me. I don't think any of the relationships it revealed to me are tainted, at least, I hope not. I didn't mention this to the others since it's doesn't really concern them, but Epsut is alive! My big sister is alive and well in the Realm. We were born and bred in Paragon! How can she be a Dragonblooded Terrestial Exalt of the Realm? They aren't chosen by the Gods, they... It's in their blood, isn't it? The same blood runs through my veins, in those of our brothers... I'm glad she survived Paragon. The two of us are the only ones left of our once large family. I hope she's happy being a noble of the Realm.

There's someone in Nexus - a man from several lifetimes ago. Ivarga is always rattling on about her solar-mate, her husband from the first age. Well, mine's in Nexus. I don't have any memories of who I was back in those days, certainly none of him. I hadn't even thought about it really, until that spell was cast and he's in that city two wing-beats away from my perch in this tree. I am neither Iron Star nor Ivarga who are so tied to their pasts in ages better left forgotten. I don't know if I want to re-establish ties long dead, though I'm leaning towards: not. Nexus is a large city and he's a needle in the proverbial haystack.

A third relationship, I left back in Paragon. I feel uneasy every time I consider it. I don't think we were friends way back when. She was a woman then; I couldn't get a feel of who she might be now or even if she is still a she. Odd, that. I'm quite sure of the current genders of the others. Hers seems different every time I try to get a feel of her.

I can't pinpoint where the fourth relationship is, but there was trust there, a long time ago. I can smell snow in the air around him, but these are the last days of Earth. It's snowing every where away from the pole of Fire's influence. The strongest impression I have of this relationship is of easy smiles and laughter, of a revelation behind each joke. Something about this person reminds me of Mose before he became an adult, when we were friends. I miss the brothers of my childhood. This one I think I might like to meet.

Anyway, we arrived safely at Nexus. Ivarga and I are camped outside the city because of her familiar, a rare and expensive fur coat whose bones and claws can be ground into a vital ingredient for an elixir of youth. She's afraid that the merchants of the city will try to harvest her beloved pet for parts. Rose is in the city making contact with her friends there. Iron Star has gone home to visit his sister and the friends he left protecting her. Li fell off the boat before we landed. I hope he's all right. Kindale or Logos we lost to the monster from the other side of the Distortion. Did I mention that it was huge, had many big teeth and tentacles and... Shouldn't have been able to exist? Well, I have now. Foolish, very foolish. I don't know what came over me.

Ivarga and I are hunting for heart's blood and dinner. I'll leave you here and hope to have more sane news in my next letter. I miss you.

Tari.

Internets switch

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 06:02:35 GMT

We bit the bullet yesterday and ditched Optus for our Phone and internets. So, our optusnet email addresses will only be around for a few weeks more before becoming inaccessible to us. I have gmail accounts which I will start using. Most of my notifications have already been redirected. So if you try to email me and I don't respond, please leave a comment here and I'l get back to you.

[GW fanfiction] Snuffles

Wed, 13 May 2009 12:31:30 GMT

Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam Wing. I own nothing and there are no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Pairing: 5x6
Notes: For the White Lies snippet challenge#112 - Just a little quickie not really connected to anything.

Wufei stared at the kitten mewing in the box on his desk. It was a small ball of fluff with a bright royal blue ribbon encircling its neck tied off in a bow that was bigger than the cat. The chuckling just behind his left shoulder reverberated through his ears and into his head. His left elbow twitched and the laughter grew louder even as it got more distant. He turned around to glare at his friend, Duo, who was leaning against the filing cabinet, clutching his stomach.

"It's not funny," Wufei growled.

"It's so cute!" Duo howled between guffaws.

Sighing, Wufei shook his head before admitting, "I'm slightly allergic to cats."

Duo slid down the cabinet until he was collapsed on the floor. "That's an extra fluffy Persian Blue," he gasped, reduced to fighting for breath with his head between his knees.

The sneeze Wufei was expecting tickled the back of his nose. He limited himself to throwing small items of stationery at his friend on the floor.

"It's your own fault for telling him that you're a cat person," Duo pointed out when he finally managed to stop laughing.

Wufei had his hand on the box of tissues in his bottom drawer when the first sneeze hit. Three sneezes and as many tissues later, he confessed, "But I didn't want the puppy."

~*~

*giggle*
Guess what the cat got named...

[Exalted fiction] Letters to Barentatze: 16th day of Descending Earth

Sat, 09 May 2009 06:42:41 GMT

Yes! Something! These are a series of letters written by my character in Exalted to her boss... There's a sort of friendship there of an undisclosed nature. I intend to write one for every session in game play as a summary/refresher for myself about the things that were important to my character in that session.

I'll be posting these unlocked, to give the other players (should they be interested) insight into my character outside of gameplay. I thought of friends-locking the entries, but not all the players of the game are on my friends' list and I didn't want to exclude anyone who might be interested.

Disclaimer: Exalted 2nd Edition and the universe that this story is set in belong to White Wolf. The characters mentioned belong to their respective players and the storyteller.

Warning: This is an expression of a character's opinion only! It's my attempt to get into Tari's headspace. If I've mentioned something that you don't think Tari should know, talk to me, tell me why and I'll edit. Nothing else really for now. My character is almost brand new! Please forgive incorrect name spellings - let me know and I'll fix.

Note: Tari is a representative of the Silver Pact, assigned to this 'Star of the Eight' (as her boss calls them) as a gesture of good faith. She is meant to be a liason between them and the Silver Pact. Her orders... hmmmmm.... Be helpful and make a good impression for a possible future alliance?

16th day of Descending Earth

Dear Tatze,

We are all on the boat to Nexus and while I have some time, I wanted to share what I think of this Star of the Eight with you.

I'm not quite sure who is exactly the leader yet, but I'd put a money on Rose. She has strong opinions which she isn't shy about expressing and everyone considers them carefully in their decisions. I find Rose's instinct for survival very admirable. It's something I can relate to and even though it is self-admittedly selfish, I must say that the admission doesn't diminish my respect for her at all. I believe that I can be of some small assistance in the matter. After all, who among Lunar's chosen doesn't have some instinct for survival? Yesterday, I would have said none, but today I'm not so sure. This group has certainly given me much food for thought. I do wonder what is in Arjuf that could aid in anyone's survival, though. Isn't it in the middle of a war-zone at the moment?

Here's the oddest thing. When the issue of who is leader of the group comes up, everyone looks at Kindale. That's what has me confused. In the short time I've known him, Kindale hasn't made a single decision on behalf of the group. He seems a most agreeable fellow who pushes himself to the front when any officials look like they want to approach us. He does have the look of an Imperial patrician of some status, but no one in the group actually heeds him much. It's most confusing. Maybe that's why I've avoided him these last few days. That has to stop. I'll sit him down for a heart to heart as soon as an opportunity arises.

Another contender for leader is probably Li. While he doesn't make his opinions known as obviously as Rose does, his support is much sought after when the group tries to make a joint decision. This suggests that he has earned the respect of the individuals within the group. Either that, or he is the neutral voice between factions who holds the balance of power... Politics, as always, manages to confound me yet again. It's not a game I enjoy playing, but I can certainly see it for what it is. Those books you had me reading on our journey to the Realm have been a great help. I would label Li as the 'dark horse' in the race for leadership. I have yet to ask him what his ambitions are and I'll need to rectify that soon. I'm most curious to know who he might be when he is the best he can be. He plays his cards very close to his chest. I can't help him realise his potential if I don't know how.

There is a sorcerer among us. Ironstar is a chosen of the Unconquered Sun. The fireworks that happened when he cast that spell were certainly impressive. But you were there when his spell led him quite clearly to Emma. I've since found out why. They were apparently circle mates in a past life. He is seeking the others who were in his old circle from lifetimes ago. How this will help him reach his full potential, I don't yet know, but am curious to find out. Apparently, he killed Emma in that shared past life. So he dances around the issue even as he tries to awaken memories in her of a happier time together. There's a brave man and quite an artist, too. His sketches are most impressive.

That leads us to Emma. She has many issues. I suppose being dead would give anyone issues. Add to that the penchant for being killed by her own companions... I totally understand her anger. She seems genuinely concerned for her people, the Resari, in the north. What with all the friction between her and Ivarga, I haven't yet been able to approach her for a heart to heart. I'll try harder when the current ruckus calms down. I suppose the dead should have to chance to be the best they can be as much as any living person does.

I'm not sure what Frenghi is, but it's been alluded in conversation that he's not a normal person. He's a rather smooth talker with an odd accent that I can't quite place. I'll have to make a harder effort to get to know him better, find out what exactly he is.

Last and certainly not least, is Ivarga. She is the reason I question the universal survival instincts of Lunar's chosen. I have yet to see any evidence of such instinct in her. She is pushy to the point of provocation and seemingly has no sense of self preservation. She only knows how to demand. They say that she is very old even though she is just newly chosen of Lunar. She speaks of memories of times past. I'm not sure if it is a past life like that which Ironstar seeks or if it is her actual memory. Did Lunar revoke her favour in the past? I've never heard of such an occurrence, but as you well know, I'm no historian. The past holds little interest to me beyond what chains it places on our souls. If we could move on from our past, might we not find a better future? She is very focused on her past. Ivarga tells me that Lunar has given her only a limited time earn the right to be among her chosen, that finding these lost memories of hers are the test she needs to pass in order to earn Lunar's favour. Should this be the case, then she needs to find them herself. I'll need to be careful of the aid I offer, as I don't want to invalidate her efforts in any way. She needs to earn this herself or how else can she know within her heart of hearts that she did everything she needed to do to satisfy our Goddess. It goes against the grain to step back when I so want to help her. She is in such a rush for everything all at once that she has forgotten that sometimes a polite plea will achieve much more than a cantankerous demand. While I can be patient with such behaviours, others obviously are not. Even as I write this letter, she is sketching on the deck of our boat. I believe it's a picture in line with Ironstar's efforts meant to strike a cord with Emma and remind her a mutual past. It's not a bad drawing in the style of the Northern Barbarian tribes' cave etchings. I do so love the way they like to depict hunts of great beasts.

Oh dear... Emma's drawn her sword.

Till next time, should we survive this internal conflict, yours faithfully,
Tari.

[GW drabble] Fools!

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 23:03:25 GMT

As threatened...
Just a little drabble for 5x6ml's 109th snippet challenge (I can barely believe that the challenge is still going!)
Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam Wing. I own nothing and there are no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Warnings: Implied male/male relationships.
Pairing: 5x6

Fools!

A single sliver of moonlight slipped past the gap between drawn curtains to fall across two figures locked in an embrace. Bronze fingers threaded through platinum tresses as heartbeats slowed and sweat soaked bodies cooled.

"What are we doing?" a hoarse, tired voiced asked in the darkness. No reply breached the silence afterwards, only a whispering rustle of movement on once crisp sheets.

Later, much later, in the cold grey light of dawn a soft sigh preceded, "We're allowed to be fools in the dark."

The sounds of frantic movement paused before door of the cheap motel room clicked shut.

~*~

[GW fanfiction] Kismet: Epilogue

Tue, 24 Feb 2009 10:51:39 GMT

Here it is! The answer to all your questions... *sweatdrop* errrr...
<.< >.> <.< Actually, probably only ONE question. *cheeky grin*

Kismet: Epilogue
Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam Wing. I own nothing and there are no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Warnings: Implied male/male relationships. Alternate Universe.
Pairing: 5x6x5
NOTES: The story starts in December AC200. Zechs is written by CC while I'm writing Wufei.
Special thanks to Bronze Tigress for beta reading this story.

Part 1: Zechs by CC
Part 2: Wufei by Wystii
Part 3: Zechs by CC
Part 4: Wufei by Wystii
Part 5: Zechs by CC
Part 6: Wufei by Wystii
Part 7: Zechs by CC
Part 8: Wufei by Wystii
Part 9: Zechs by CC
Part 10: Wufei by Wystii

Too late!

The Khabar arrived at the cloud of flotsam and debris that once was X18998 five hours after the colony disintegrated. They would've been too late even if they had miraculously managed to arrive five seconds after the last recorded transmission from that colony. The other Winner Corporation freighter servicing L3, the Melati, floated in the middle of the mess with a severely damaged hull and hardly any engine functions. Smaller inter-colony rescue craft were hovering outside the Preventers' cordoned-off area with insufficient shields to brave the free-floating debris around the damaged craft. Even the Preventer craft, those with sufficient speed to race here from the closest neighbouring colonies, didn't have sufficient shield generators to be able to enter the cloud safely. The Khabar was the first of the larger craft to arrive. They had received a close-banded mayday from their sister freighter as soon as the colony started falling apart. Only the skeleton crew on duty at the time had escaped certain death by sealing off all air-locks and directing all the power they could muster from cold engines to their shields.

Trowa Barton, the second most powerful man within the Winner Corporation, had just docked his personal shuttle on the Khabar when the mayday call from the Melati was received. Route changes were immediately approved and further reinforcements called in while they raced to colony X18998. While he had a reputation as being a man of few words, none of his entourage of assistants had ever experienced the intense, silent focus of this handsome young man as he drove the captain and crew of the freighter to make an eight hour journey in five. They rescued less than fifty of the Melati's crew of hundreds and heard from them that there were no survivors from a colony with a population of over three million people. No life-shuttles were launched, no warning was given prior to the explosion. There were no pieces of the colony large enough to hint that anyone else might have escaped. Not since the war had a colony been so thoroughly destroyed, and there wasn't a Gundam in sight.

The doors to the Executive Cabin slid closed. Trowa checked that the locking sequence on the door pad was set before placing the call to Quatre Winner. He stared at the concerned face on the screen for a long time before saying, "They're dead. Everyone on X18998 is dead."

The End!!

Gundam 00 S2E20

Tue, 24 Feb 2009 09:25:40 GMT

Yes!

(Just saw Season 2's episode 20. I suspect that most of you who are into G00 will know what I'm so happy about.)

[GW fanfiction] Kismet: Part 10

Sun, 08 Feb 2009 12:04:21 GMT

Kismet: Part 10

Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam Wing. I own nothing and there are no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Warnings: Implied male/male relationships. Alternate Universe.
Pairing: 5x6x5
NOTES: The story starts in December AC200. Zechs is written by CC while I'm writing Wufei. That's it! The last chapter of this story which is probably the first in a series of stories.... But this story is done! except for a little epilogue that will followly soonish.
Special thanks to Bronze Tigress for beta reading this story.

Part 1: Zechs by CC
Part 2: Wufei by Wystii
Part 3: Zechs by CC
Part 4: Wufei by Wystii
Part 5: Zechs by CC
Part 6: Wufei by Wystii
Part 7: Zechs by CC
Part 8: Wufei by Wystii
Part 9: Zechs by CC

Wufei perched on a tall stool, borrowed from their kitchen counter, on their eighth floor balcony. The sunset over the lake never failed to take his breath away. On some evenings the silvery glare of the sun's reflection off the water reminded him of Zechs' hair.

It had taken them almost a month to stop running. Another month saw them settled and established here in British Columbia, Canada. They chose a mid-sized city built on the eastern shore of a large lake. There was nothing very outstanding about it - as not outstanding as they were trying to be. Their apartment block was on the very edges of a suburb with a fairly large Chinese population, not too far away from the city's centre. It was hard to believe that it was only two months ago that he had followed Zechs into an elevator on L3. Even more unsettling was the absence of that familiar restlessness he usually felt towards the end of his vacations - that itch to get back to his job with the Preventers.

The injury to Wufei's shoulder was reduced to a mild ache when he was careless with it. He smiled at his current career choice in this new place and time. He started work a few days ... nights ago and wouldn't need to be at work for a few hours, yet. He worked the late shift in an all night restaurant as a kitchen hand. Working so closely with others was a whole new experience for him. Duties on that shift included preparation of ingredients for the next day and Wufei's familiarity with sharp edges had him chopping vegetables for most of the second half of his work day. He was enjoying trying to match the more experienced hands' speed with a knife. There was a lot to be appreciated in a job where lives weren't jeopardised by failure.

Zechs would be home soon and...

Home.

Wufei savoured the thought and feeling. He hadn't had a place he really considered home since he left L5 when Meiran died. Then after the war there wasn't a home he could return to. His apartment close to Preventers' headquarters was just like any other place he had lived in during the war. It never really felt like home and he didn't remember an inclination to make it more home-like. But this small apartment he shared with Zechs in someplace he never expected to be felt like home after just a month. He sighed at the wonder of it all.

The sky was a deepening purple with barely discernible streaks of dark orange clouds when Wufei heard the key slide into the lock on the front door. He smiled at the creak of opening hinges and said, "Welcome home," without moving from his perch or turning around in the dusk-lit apartment. He waited and his patience was rewarded when large hands gently settled on his shoulders. Leaning into the hoped-for kiss on his cheek, Wufei kept a tight hold on the rising fear of how something so simple could make him so happy. Zechs climbed onto the other stool Wufei had waiting for him on their balcony.

"How was your day?" Zechs asked.

"Just beginning," Wufei replied. "I could get used to waking up to sunsets like this. How was yours?"

"Interesting enough. I got to fly the new models, but the students are still learning, so we used the old shuttles," Zechs said with a calmness that belied the edge Wufei heard in his tone. He worked at the local shuttle-port as a flight instructor and was firmly entrenched in this identity. He had seemed happy enough for the past month, but this restlessness was new.

"Tell me about interesting," Wufei fished for some clue as to what might be the problem.

"It was a reminder of days long gone," Zechs said. "I wonder... Would you like to see what's going on in Space? We could take a short vacation... I don't know..."

"No, we can't. I just started a new job," Wufei said, his voice soft and low in the darkening light. "I'm not sure I want to know what's going on in Space. But..." He paused to take a deep breath, unsure of what he really wanted. "I won't stop you from going if you need to." Perhaps men like them, weren't meant to be settled and happy. He wanted to settle here. Happiness he could live without if it wasn't meant to be. Sometimes the dictates of fate were not escapable.

"No, I don't want to go alone. I shouldn't have mentioned this. It's just that... Never mind."

"No, not 'never mind'!" Wufei twisted on his stool to glare at Zechs. "I won't understand if you won't explain it to me." He slowly reached across to gently brush Zechs' fringe off his forehead and away from his eyes. Then Wufei's fingers trailed lower until he could cup the pale cheek. "It's just that?" he prompted.

Wufei felt an increased pressure on the palm of his hand and smiled slightly as Zechs closed his eyes. Sometimes the words needed to be said and he couldn't begin to guess what was going on in the tall blond's head. In the semidarkness, Wufei thought he could see a slight relaxation in Zechs' posture.

"I know we are safe here, but what if Treize finds us? He could finish the job. I don't want him to hurt you," Zechs said, his voice low, but Wufei could sense his muscles tightening again. With a shake of his head and a sigh, Wufei slid off the stool and went to stand in front of Zechs; close, between his knees, close enough to wrap his arms around the larger man's waist.

"I'm not so easy to kill," Wufei whispered directly into Zechs' ear, adding almost as an afterthought, "especially when I don't want to die." It took only a slight turn of his head and his lips pressed gently against a smooth cheek. "I'm tired of running, Zechs," he confessed, resting his head on the broad shoulder and carefully letting all of his weight lean against a wide chest. "It's not about being safe. I want to call this place home. I haven't had a home since... So long ago."

Wufei felt Zechs' arms around his body, drawing him closer into a tight embrace. Moving apart, Zechs looked at him and said, "You are right. I also want a home, one that I will not lose to war... I guess I wanted to leave here before it was taken from us, but it is time to stop running, you are right. I want this to be home too."

The knot around Wufei's heart slowly unravelled as he considered climbing onto Zechs' lap, but decided that the stool would probably topple. He settled for sidling closer instead, until they were nose to nose and hip to hip. He had no words to express how he felt so he licked Zechs' upper lip to test the waters before plunging in for a kiss. Those lips were soft and yielding even though the body he pressed up against was lean and hard. He felt a hand on the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair.

"Good..." Wufei gasped, when they finally parted for breath.

"Very good," Zechs murmured against Wufei's lips. "But not enough..." There was a slight colour to his cheeks and a gleam in his eyes as he smiled. He started their next tongue tussle at the corner of Wufei's mouth, playful and teasing.

When they almost fell off the stool for the third time, Wufei grunted with frustration and pulled away, but not out of arm's reach. He dragged Zechs to his feet, saying, "Let's take this inside. There's three hours before I have to be at work."

"That will be enough," Zechs said as Wufei led the way into the bedroom.

***

Wufei closed and locked their apartment door behind him. At this time of night it would take him only 10 minutes to get to work in the car he shared with Zechs. He would even be home in time to make breakfast before Zechs had to leave for work. There was only one disadvantage to working the hours he did: they rarely managed to sleep together. When Zechs was asleep, Wufei often found himself wide awake during the times when they could be in bed at the same time.

'I'm turning into a creature of the night,' Wufei thought as he reached their car. He shook his head slowly, not quite in denial as the locking mechanism beeped. Zechs belonged to the day with his hair the colour of the sun's rays and his eyes as blue as a cloudless sky. They were almost as different as day and night, now that Wufei had a moment to consider it, but they also had a lot in common. They were together and could plan a future together... That he wanted to do so was still very much a surprise - a very pleasant surprise. They had followed in the footsteps of their counterparts in this reality and become more than enemies, more than friends.

'Were we fated to be lovers here?' Wufei wondered. 'Might we have become lovers in our own time?' He wasn't sure how it might have played out if the elevator has simply let them off at the floor that Zechs wanted in the first place.

As the car left the underground parking lot, Wufei decided that he didn't care what might have happened. Here and now, the fates had given him an amazing chance to start anew. He swore that this gift would not go to waste.

The End!

kinda late in the day, but...

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 10:55:48 GMT

[G00 drabble] Happy Birthday!

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 21:24:42 GMT

Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam 00. I own nothing and have no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Pairing: Lockon X Allelujah
Note: Happy Birthday, CC! I know I'm early, but I might be away from my computer tomorrow. I hope you have a wonderful day and a great year to come. Here's a 00 drabble for you. ^__^

"It's not!" Allelujah insisted for the third time.

"I say, it is!" Neil Dylandy, Lockon, pounced the shirtless younger Meister. It took some struggling, but he eventually got the party hat to stay on Allelujah's head.

"I know when my birthday is and it's not today." Allelujah allowed the indignity of the sparkly bit of cardboard to stay on his head although his frown amply expressed his disapproval.

"You can celebrate with anyone and everyone else tomorrow, but today you're all mine. I have a special present for you," Neil explained with a smirk as he started undressing.

"Happy Birthday!"

~*~

[gw drabble] Two Step Shuffle

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 09:54:28 GMT

Just 100 words and half a thought I had this morning for 5x6ml's 'Dance' challenge. ^__^

Two Step Shuffle

Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam Wing. I own nothing and there are no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Archive: eventually @ Wystii's Whispers when I get around to updating.
Pairing: 5x6

Bare feet shuffled together on the cooling tiles of a rooftop balcony. The night was lit only by the glow of streetlights and shop signs. It never really got dark here; where too many light sources closer to street level kept the night in a perpetual twilight. Music wafted up from an apartment below - old, vaguely familiar and half remembered from days long gone. It was the kind of music that neither man on the roof would admit to knowing, liking, or even worse yet, owning. Still...

"This could be embarrassing," Zechs admitted.

"Only if anyone saw us," Wufei amended.

~*~

[GW fanfiction] Kismet, part 8

Fri, 26 Dec 2008 23:06:04 GMT

Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam Wing. I own nothing and there are no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Warnings: Implied male/male relationships. Alternate Universe.
Pairing: 5x6x5
NOTES: The story starts in December AC200. Zechs is written by CC while I'm writing Wufei.
Special thanks to Bronze Tigress for beta reading this story.

Part 1: Zechs by CC
Part 2: Wufei by Wystii
Part 3: Zechs by CC
Part 4: Wufei by Wystii
Part 5: Zechs by CC
Part 6: Wufei by Wystii
Part 7: Zechs by CC

Part 8: Wufei

There were places that existed in almost every large city on Earth. This city was no exception. Wufei had already noted the telltale signs of a sizable Chinese community and the suburbs where they congregated that they had passed during their bus trip into the city. Here at the main bus terminal, he waited while Zechs acquired maps at a news-stand. They fled Luxembourg as soon as they were able to acquire civilian clothing. The IDs Trowa supplied saw them through the various checkpoints as they switched trains and busses, moving from one country to the next. This was one of the larger cities in Germany where Zechs, with his blond hair and blue eyes, would be able to blend in with the general populace easily. Being Chinese it was easier for Wufei to hide in Europe than for Zechs to try to hide in Asia. He simply had to hide where the majority of the Chinese community of the city chose to live. He would simply be an Asian face among many others. While Zechs might be noticed and discussed within that community, the information would also most likely stay within that community. There was protection in a cultural distrust of governmental officials. It was a technique he used often during the war to move unseen in Europe when he had to. As a Chang, he would have access to certain elements of that community associated with the old traditional martial arts associations. While he wouldn't be familiar with individuals here and now, there were ways he could identify himself to them. Then it would simply be a matter of them finding him.

Wufei studied his companion as he spoke to the news vendor. The women walking past often turned back for a second look, an action which was quickly followed by the frowns of their male counterparts. Just because Zechs should be able to blend in didn't mean that he would. While long hair was not that uncommon, there was something about the set of Zechs' shoulders and the way he held his head that would distinguish him in a roomful of handsome, longhaired blonds. Wufei shook his head at himself. Had he just described Zechs as handsome? Real men weren't supposed to notice such things about other men. They noticed stature, strength, prowess or skill, and certainly Zechs had those qualities, but Wufei's stray thought had focused on handsome. He sighed, disappointed with himself.

Christmas carols were playing on the loudspeakers, reminding Wufei that it was Christmas eve. It was only last year here, but elsewhere he had already twice spent this day preparing for battle, first in the battle against Treize and White Fang; and then in Mariemaia's army the next year. Apparently in this time and place, being Treize's friend during the war meant standing against him. Was there another confrontation brewing for this Christmas? With Treize alive, Dekim Barton would not have the same impetus for raising an army in the Khushrenada name that he had in Wufei's memory. Trowa had infiltrated that army while Wufei had served in it back there and then. He wondered if Trowa's position with this place's Preventers was another infiltration. But first...

Zechs was returning with an armful of publications and Wufei smiled at him. If there was trouble brewing, they would sit this one out, he decided, especially if this wasn't their time or place. He hoped Zechs would agree to stay hidden should war threaten. Chang Wufei and Zechs Merquise were dead here and perhaps they should stay that way. He had a feeling that Trowa would only report them as impostors on L3.

"What took so long?" Wufei asked when Zechs reached his side.

"I was asking about other countries... and the man said I resembled the late Milliardo Peacecraft. I had to convince him I was not, and pretend to take it lightly," Zechs replied as he started walking to the main entrance of the Terminal. Wufei fell into step beside him.

"We should find somewhere to stay near the Asian areas of the city," Wufei said softly, unsure of Zechs' reaction. "I won't stand out as much and you're not as likely to be recognized." His lips stretched in a thin smirk. "To most people there, all blonds look the same. We can probably get a managed apartment more cheaply."

Zechs scowled at the suggestion for a long moment before he smiled and said, "Sounds reasonable, but would you go by Chang here? You do resemble yourself, and that might cause us problems."

Wufei scanned the taxi ranks close to the bus terminal as he thought about it. He shook his head slowly and started walking. "It's not far from here. There are advantages to being me," he said softly. "Chang is a very widely used surname. If you call me just Fei, then Chang Wufei won't be heard all together to identify me specifically. I'm not the Wufei who died here. Those most likely to recognize me as who he was, live by a code of honor and a code of silence. The authorities will not hear of us from them. And they might even aid us. If this place is real, then the older traditions should still be intact, I hope." He stopped walking and looked directly up at Zechs. "Is this place real?"

"Yes, it is real, I'm afraid," Zechs said as he reached for Wufei's hand and squeezed it gently, before letting go.

Wufei's fingers curled around empty air just a little too late to hold on to the sudden warmth that enveloped it for the merest second. He sighed. "Then we need a place to stay..." He paused briefly before correcting himself. "...hide, an untraceable income and an escape route. And there I was, just a couple of days ago, thinking I'd left my old war habits behind. At least we don't have great big Gundams to hide this time," he said as he started walking again.

"Do you have any name in mind, already?" Zechs asked.

Glancing sideways at his companion, Wufei said, "No, I didn't once change my name during the war, I'm not about to start now. Fei will suffice. Just don't mention the rest." The hard line of his lips softened into almost a smile. "Are you picking a new name, Bernard?" he asked.

"Bernard is okay, but not Weridge, or the real Bernard will think I am an impostor. I wonder if contacting Marquis Weridge will be of use... Though maybe we should wait and see what kind of person he is in this... reality."

"I agree with wait and see." Wufei nodded slowly. "I want to know what the situation is here before making any kind of contact with anyone. We should wait at least until after Christmas, just in case. While Mariemeia might not be a threat there might be other remnants of Operation Meteor waiting in the wings of this reality. I wonder if the Gundams have been destroyed, yet. Except for my Altron, the other four were on their way to the sun, three years ago today."

"Trowa didn't seem to be a man with a Gundam anymore. I wonder where Quatre is, but maybe we should simply find a place to stay," Zechs said.

"I like your plan..." Wufei started to say when he saw what he was looking out for and with a hand on Zechs' elbow he abruptly turned into a narrow alley. "That was closer to the bus terminal than I expected," he whispered.

A graffiti scrawl of Chinese characters in thick black marker on a closed door just before an intersection of alleys was the only sign that indicated the lodgings he noticed advertised on a piece of paper stuck to a streetlight pole at the street corner. Wufei released Zechs' elbow and knocked. A wrinkled old man answered the door. After a quick whispered conversation in Chinese, the door opened wider and he stood aside to let them in when Wufei slipped cash into his hand. They were led to a small room, barely big enough to fit a bunk bed with bare mattresses, small table and a couple of chairs. There were clean folded sheets and blankets for both beds on the bottom bunk while on the table was an electric kettle, a couple of mugs and plates. A small curtained window overlooked the main street at the front of the building. The old man gave Wufei a key and left them, closing the door behind him.

"We share the room, but it's ours. We share facilities with everyone else living here," Wufei said, turning quickly to lock the door and hide the blush he knew was coloring his cheeks. "Probably not the kind of place you're used to. It's a hostel that caters to illegal immigrants. No one will notice anything or ask any questions here. Everyone's too busy keeping their own secrets hidden. I'm sorry it's not much, but I hope it'll do until we can find something better."

Zechs looked around, and nodded. "It's enough for now," he said.

"Do you mind taking the top?" Wufei asked, his cheeks getting even redder.

"Gladly," Zechs said. There was a smile on his lips that filled the small room with his presence and held the breath in Wufei's lungs.

The room seemed to shrink, the walls got infinitely closer and there were only the two of them... Alone... Wufei needed some air. With a mumbled excuse about getting food and other supplies, he fled the room.

The hostel was situated above a Chinese Medicine shop. The old man who kept an eye on the back door hinted that some herbal soup might help Wufei's shoulder when he reached the bottom of the stairs and even offered to boil it for him should he buy the herbs. There was a way through to the front into the shop from where they were although the landlords preferred the tenants of the hostel to use the back entrance. Manners trained into him in his youth kept Wufei polite and chatting with the old man as he was led to meet the owner of the medicine shop, who then in turn insisted on examining his shoulder. It was warm, swelling and tender to touch. He was accused of trying to use it, which he admitted was the case. Both men shook their heads at the carelessness of youth and Wufei was given small bottle of rubbing oil to apply with directions to the better food places and where to shop. The modest medicine shop was situated on the edge of the shopping district and everything was only a few doors down that way. Looking back at the building, Wufei noticed the complete blandness of the three storey structure. There was nothing to indicate that it might be anything other than the residence of the owner of the small shop selling Chinese herbs and medicines.

The basic things they needed were easily found and purchased. As Wufei was about to leave the shop, he saw a rack of specials and went back to pick up warm flannel pajamas for them both. He was smiling at the thought of seeing Zechs in bright yellow fishes on a light blue material, the only pair on the rack large enough to likely fit the big man. Asian shops didn't seem to stock large Caucasian sizes and the pants were likely to be still too short.

A painfully familiar voice approximately a step behind Wufei asked softly, "Did you really think Trowa wouldn't say anything to anyone?"

"Heero," Wufei gasped. His steps didn't falter even though he desperately wanted to stop and turn around. "Who else knows?"

"Only us," Heero said, falling into step with Wufei. He slipped something into Wufei's jacket pocket. "From Quatre."

Wufei risked a sideways glance at the man beside him and saw a teenager. 'Were we ever that young?' he wondered even as he realized that they must have been.

"Trowa will get into trouble if Treize catches up to you and finds out you're not the impostors in his report," Heero was saying. His hands were in his own pockets, and a slight incline of his head indicated a small car parked nearby.

Even though his internal alarms were shrieking against getting into the car, Wufei waited until they were moving into the traffic before asking, "Didn't we end up on different sides of the war?"

"Not really," Heero said as his hands clenched tighter around the steering wheel. "My friend simply chose to die with the man he loved. He turned his back on the war long before it was over. When his colony in L5 destroyed itself rather than surrender to Treize, it broke him in a way none of us understood. If Zechs hadn't held on to him so tightly when it happened..." Heero seemed to have run out of words.

"They were already friends then?" Wufei asked, curious and very aware of his need to know what exactly happened. He wasn't sure how much of this he could trust, but he still wanted to hear it. Wufei could hardly believe that his counterpart in this reality might have loved Zechs during the war.

"They were already lovers then," Heero replied. "Wufei turned his back on the war after Treize's betrayal. He changed... You don't seem as broken as he was. You remind me of a Wufei who still believed in justice. He used to rant and rave at me, a soldier who couldn't care less about it back in those days."

"You care now?" Wufei asked before he could stop himself seizing on anything aside from what Zechs and Wufei might have been to each other here.

"Not particularly," Heero admitted, "but I miss the lectures. We lost him after he stopped caring."

"I'm not him," Wufei stated, his voice sounding flat to his own ears. "I don't even know how we got here."

"I might," Heero said, turning another corner to go around the same few blocks again. "It's been taken care of. I'm sorry we were too late to stop the test. Duo and I were supposed to blow up a new weapons factory on that colony in L3. It turned out to be some kind of lab, testing equipment we'd never seen before. It's rubble now. We barely disrupted the colony's operations - blacked out a few blocks close by for a few minutes at most."

"You think that the test somehow brought us here." Wufei found himself staring at the young man beside him.

Heero nodded. "We were on our way back to L4 when we got Trowa's message that he had you two in custody. I've never seen Quatre set up new identities so fast. There are better ones in your pocket and a list of ways to contact us as well."

"Aren't you planning to keep an eye on us?"

"We've seen enough." Heero pulled into a parking spot close to where he first approached Wufei. "Get in touch if you want to," he said, turning off the engine.

"Are you Preventers?" Wufei gathered his packages then realized that he had to put them down again to open the door. He sighed. A gun-calloused hand over his own stopped Wufei from releasing his shopping. Heero reached across Wufei's body to open the door for him.

"Trowa's the only Preventer among us," Heero said. "Duo and I sometimes help out with stuff that they can't touch. While Treize maintains the peace, we won't oppose him."

"You still have your Gundams," Wufei said softly, using his knee to push the door further open.

"They're on their way to the sun."

"That was and still is the stupidest idea I've ever heard," Wufei muttered, getting out of the car.

Heero chuckled. "Duo was right. I teased him about not wanting to come with me. He didn't want to meet you in case he liked you and you weren't ready to know us." Wufei stopped and turned around as Heero continued, "They were close in their own way. Duo thought that if you were anything like his Fei, you wouldn't be ready, yet."

Surprise must have shown on Wufei's face because Heero smiled ruefully and said, "Wufei needed time to adjust to changes in his universe. He never got the chance to after his colony was destroyed."

"You're going to give me time?" Wufei stood and pushed the car door closed with his foot

"We're going to buy you as much time as we can afford. Quatre has been raving about fate and destiny ever since he got Trowa's message. Stay safe." Heero started the car again before adding, "Both of you." He drove off as soon as Wufei stepped away from the car.

Wufei looked around to get his bearings only to find himself a couple of doors away from the Chinese medicine shop on the opposite side of the street. His gaze moved up to a small window on the third storey of the building. There seemed to be a twitch of material and Wufei wondered if he imagined the curtain falling back into place.

~*~

[G00 fanfiction] Voices

Thu, 25 Dec 2008 03:46:51 GMT

Merry Christmas, CC! Here's your Tieria Drabble... Errr... Snippet. (Slightly longer than 100 words) ^___^

Voices
Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam 00. I own nothing and have no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Note: Tieria PoV. Inspired by The Killers' Human. Has anyone else ever noticed how much this close this song is to Tieria's themes?

There he goes again, insisting that I'm human - that I have the freedom to chose how I want to live, who I want to fight for - that my reasons for being a Meister can only be my own. Lockon Stratos, Neil Dylandy, died in his quest for vengeance. He was flawed, selfish and my friend. He called me human and forgave my mistakes because it is human to make mistakes even though it cost him his eye. Ribbons Almark was wrong to scorn him for following his heart and pursuing his vengeance. Lockon's own twin thought his obsession foolish. This voice of his that I keep hearing isn't even real. It's a ghost, a shadow of a memory that serves to remind me that I no longer need to follow Veda's directives. The step away from Veda was ultimately our choice, even before it was stolen from us. The separation was already in progress when it was hijacked by the Innovators.

Perhaps I'm a fool. I cling to Lockon's words, his insistence that it is better to be human, to embrace our flaws and to trust our hearts. For all my hesitation and fear, Sumeragi Lee Noreiga, heard my confession to being an Innovator and didn't care. Her immediate, unhesitating assurance instead of the rejection I was expecting was such a relief that I found myself smiling at my own insecurities. I am ashamed that I even, for a moment, considered keeping my knowledge of Almark's Innovators to myself. They dance to a tune they think comes from Veda that Ribbons Almark has perverted to his own ends.

Are we any better?

I have to believe that we are.

~*~

Human (extract)
By The Killers
...
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to Grace and Virtue
Send my condolences to Good
Give my regards to Soul and Romance
They always did the best they could
And so long to Devotion
He taught me everything I know
Wave good bye, wish me well
You gotta let me go
...

[G00 drabble] Faith

Sat, 20 Dec 2008 00:41:28 GMT

Yet another drabble and a new icon! *points upward* ^__^

Faith
Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam 00. I own nothing and have no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Pairing: Lockon + Allelujah
Warnings: none, it's just 100 words. Another Lyle first person. Possible spoilers to S2ep11.

There's something different about Allelujah today. I can't put my finger on it, but it's there, more noticeable when he's away from Marie - something lurking in the back of his eyes that I've never noticed before. I'm not sure why I think Allelujah might not support Setsuna when he declares war on the Innovators, but I can't help looking to be sure. It's only the slightest of nods, but it's there, without hesitation or uncertainty.

How does he do it? How can he follow his comrades with such unquestioning trust, with such faith in them... us? Why do I care?

~*~

[GW fanfiction] Kismet part 7

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 09:03:11 GMT

Kismet part 7 is now up in CC's writing journal!

(And after much procrastination, part 8 is written!)

[GW fanfiction] Kismet, part 6

Fri, 12 Dec 2008 20:18:39 GMT

Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam Wing. I own nothing and there are no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Warnings: Implied male/male relationships. Alternate Universe.
Pairing: 5x6x5
NOTES: The story starts in December AC200. Zechs is written by CC while I'm writing Wufei.
Special thanks to Bronze Tigress for beta reading this story.

Part 1: Zechs by CC
Part 2: Wufei by Wystii
Part 3: Zechs by CC
Part 4: Wufei by Wystii
Part 5: Zechs by CC

Part 6: Wufei

The medical facilities of the Preventer Office they were escorted to were rudimentary at best. Wufei remained standing near the doorway as the medic settled Zechs onto the only bed in the room. His shoulder ached, but it wasn't beyond his tolerance. Zechs still seemed slightly groggy although he was not as pale as when he first woke up. They were not going anywhere until Zechs could at least stand on his own. Their size difference made things awkward and Wufei's shoulder would hinder any aid he could offer.

The entire situation was more frustrating than having to fill out half a dozen requisition forms for a pen. Treize Khushrenada, alive and supposedly the victor of their duel was believable enough even though the defeat stung his pride. That Zechs had not been spared either was a lot less credible. Surely there hadn't been a need for the General to personally kill them both. Who was this Khushrenada who would not spare his own lover? Of course the rumour that they were lovers was still only a speculation that had been neither confirmed nor denied by the handsome blond on the bed. Wufei swore to himself that he would not ask. Such a question was beyond crass and rude.

Treize alive...

A Treize who had not died on Altron's trident, or this could be an elaborate hoax. Who would go to such lengths and why? Wufei's current case load had no connections to Treize. He tried to remember what Zechs had told him in the elevator - something about gundanium perhaps. They needed to talk and they needed to talk alone, away from surveillance devices and guards.

"Is there space in that bed for me?" Wufei asked softly. He smiled in surprise when Zechs nodded and shifted for him. Those pale cheeks looked slightly flushed and he wondered if a fever was developing. There was not enough space to lie on his back and his injured side could not take his weight. Wufei's good arm would be trapped under his own body. He gently placed the back of his hand to Zechs' forehead to check before climbing onto the bed. The skin to either side of the bandages didn't feel exceptionally warm. He was still trying to decide if that was a good thing or not when his head touched the pillow and Wufei found himself face to face with Zechs. "Am I hallucinating?" he asked.

"No, you are not." Zechs smiled a soft, almost secretive, smile. He went on to ask if the arm still hurt.

Wufei might have shaken his head if he was not so distracted by the look in those pale blue eyes. He swallowed and whispered, "It aches more than hurts, but I..." He leaned in closer before continuing, "...won't be much help if you can't walk out of here on your own. If this is an elaborate hoax..." He took a moment to think of how to phrase what he wanted to say next. Being this close, the scent of Zechs mixed with that of the blood still on his clothes filled Wufei's senses. He closed his eyes and tried not to breathe too deeply. "We need to confirm what is real for ourselves and we can't do it while we're prisoners of whoever these people are."

"I'm fine," Zechs said with an abruptness that bordered on irritation, Wufei thought. Then the blond sighed softly and continued, "I am no longer dizzy, but I don't feel well. Maybe at dawn, if they don't medicate me again. Pills, ask for pills, not injections."

"If we're lucky, they'll ignore us until morning. There are no nurses here to fuss," Wufei murmured. It made sense. Pills were easier to avoid than injections. The increasing ache in his own shoulder reminded him of the pills he avoided while at the hospital. "Some rest won't hurt," he said, shifting to ease some of his weight off his side. It would not do to have his uninjured side numb with pins and needles if they needed to move suddenly. He ended up mostly on his stomach with his wounded shoulder resting on Zechs' chest. This position was the most comfortable he had been in since waking up in the hospital. "Am I too heavy on your ribs?" he asked.

"No, you are not," Zechs replied, his voice seeming soft and rough at the same time. "Do you think they drugged us after the explosion?

"I was well dosed with painkillers in the hospital, but that..." Wufei stifled a yawn. "I don't know," he admitted. "I passed out in the elevator as they got the door opened and woke in the hospital. Can they build a fake colony or hide one in a real one?"

Zechs mumbled something about such a thing being possible where the Bartons were concerned even as the slow rise and fall of his chest and his voice lulled Wufei closer towards sleep. He drifted on the edges of wakefulness slowly realising how tired he really was. They were in Preventer custody and possibly as safe as they were likely to be until this was resolved. Some rest for both of them would only enhance their chances for escape when the opportunity arose. There were still plans to be discussed.

"Tomorrow," Wufei said softly. His circling thoughts finally came close to being coherent. "Trowa said that he wanted to take us to Earth. It'll be harder to fake differences there. Maybe we should let them get us on the planet before making a break for it. Tonight... Sleep..." He could not prevent the yawn that followed and allowed his body to relax with it.

Wufei thought he heard Zechs agree as he drifted off to sleep.

***

It was movement close to the bed that woke Wufei. He deliberately kept his shoulders relaxed, even as the ache of the broken one woke him further. There was no urgency in the sounds within the room, no attempt to mask the approach. Zechs stirred under him and he wondered when his head had migrated onto the larger man's arm. He could feel a large hand resting on the small of his back, another on his hip and warm breath against his forehead.

The presence beside the bed cleared his throat and asked, "Are either of you awake?"

"I am awake," Zechs replied, shifting his position slightly.

Wufei sighed and pushed himself upright to glare at a middle-aged man with a rather kind face. His shoulder had stiffened overnight and it protested the movement vehemently. He bit back a groan threatening to escape because of the pain. The agent's name tag read B. Johnson. The name was unfamiliar and he could only assume that the man was a locally recruited agent.

"Dunno what's got Agent Barton so antsy, but they're prepping the shuttle for Earth two hours early. He got special clearance and everything. Thought you boys might like some breakfast before they ship you out. Just muffins and coffee, mind. You have half an hour," Agent Johnson told them, placing a cardboard box on the side table with foam cups and plastic wrapped muffins inside. As Wufei held out a cup of steaming coffee to Zechs, the agent said, "Of all the people on Earth and the Colonies you boys could've chosen to impersonate, what were you thinking, picking these two?"

"The physical profiles match?" Wufei offered, deciding to play along with whatever was supposed to be going on. Stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders, he tried to ease some of the stiffness. He held out both muffins to Zechs, hoping that he would not have to deal with the plastic wrapping himself. Wufei smiled his thanks when Zechs unwrapped one for him.

"You're both too old to pull it off," Agent Johnson said, leaning against the closed door.

"Everything else matches," Wufei countered, adding quickly, "except for the ex-terrorists part."

Agent Johnson's eyes narrowed as Wufei took the first sip of his coffee. The agent contemplated them openly while Wufei hid behind the rim of his foam cup.

"So you do admit it?" Agent Johnson asked, looking from one man to the other.

"Admit what?" Zechs asked, holding out the muffin to Wufei.

"That you're impostors," Agent Johnson said.

Wufei took a quick bite of his muffin to buy some time to think even as he shook his head slowly from side to side. The agent patiently waited for him to swallow.

"I've never considered myself a terrorist and I've never been anyone besides who I am. That being the case, why would I admit to being an impostor?" Wufei asked as he put the muffin back in the box and picked up his coffee again. He needed it to wash down the doughy remnants of his previous mouthful.

"You don't get it," Agent Johnson with an oddly gentle smile. "These two guys died in front of billions of witnesses. It was epic! I was there. His Excellency..." He paused when his eyes met Wufei's.

Wufei blinked and looked away, wondering what the agent saw to stop him in his conversational tracks like that. "Epic, was it?" he said in as casual a tone as he could manage. His heart was pounding and there was an odd ringing in his ears that he was trying to ignore. He decided that the muffin wasn't worth eating, the ache in his shoulder momentarily forgotten.

"Yeah," Agent Johnson said, shifting uncomfortably. "The whole Earth Sphere saw it. Remnants of the Libra rained over Earth's skies like a meteor shower and who would've thought that a kid could duel a seasoned general to almost a standstill even with a Gundam. Yeah, it was epic, but you know that, right? It was only last year. You would've seen it, too. So... why?" The man seemed genuinely confused and Wufei didn't know what to say in reply. He hid behind his coffee instead.

"So 'His Excellency' killed both. What was epic about that? What did he achieve?" Zechs asked. There was a trembling, almost growling, quality to his voice that made Wufei look at him, startled.

"It ended the war. All the different factions agreed to his terms for peace after that speech he made about the futility of the sacrifice of his opponents. He went on about how peace could only come about if ordinary people wanted it. He built monuments to those two after the war," Agent Johnson replied, looking down at his watch. "Anyway, Agent Barton will be here in five minutes. You boys are so gonna be court-martialled for impersonating them. Chang Wufei was his friend, you know."

"We should get ready then," Wufei said quickly when Zechs looked like he was about to bite his own tongue. He downed the last of his coffee and put the cup beside his half-eaten muffin in the box. "I'd like to see the monuments when we get to Earth," he muttered as he approached the bed.

"As if you haven't seen it already," Agent Johnson said with a sad shake of his head. "You should drop the farce already. They might go easier on you."

Wufei ran his hand over his hair from forehead to nape to check that it was at least neat and his tie was still in place. He glanced at Zechs to see him tying his long blond hair into a ponytail. There was a tenseness about his shoulders and the set of his lips that echoed the uneasiness in Wufei's stomach. Sneaking a sidelong peep at Agent Johnson, Wufei was almost surprised to realise that he was oblivious to the bolts of ice in the glare Zechs was sending him.

A loud knock on the door sent Wufei to Zechs' side, his stance ready and defensive. The young Trowa Barton walked confidently into the Preventer sick bay with an armed escort. He cuffed Wufei's right wrist to Zechs' left without saying a word. Agent Johnson stood at attention out of the way and saluted as they left the room.

Somewhere during the walk to the shuttle bay, Wufei slipped his hand around Zechs' - palm touching palm - and squeezed slightly. The return pressure around his hand brought a small, secret smile to his lips.

~*~

[GW Fanfiction] Kismet part 5

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 11:51:36 GMT

Kismet part 5 has been posted at CC's fic journal!

[GW fanfiction] Kismet, part 4

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 02:27:40 GMT

Kismet
~~~~~~
by Wystii & CC

Disclaimer: Characters are from Gundam Wing. I own nothing and there
are no expectations of monetary profits from this venture.
Warnings: Implied male/male relationships. Alternate Universe.
Pairing: 5x6x5 - simply because it hasn't been decided who's on top,
yet. ^_~
NOTES: The story starts in December AC200. Zechs is written by CC
while I'm writing Wufei.
Thanks to Bronze Tigress for beta-reading this story.

Part 1: Zechs by CC
Part 2: Wufei by Wystii
Part 3: Zechs by CC

Part 4: Wufei

Wufei's hands were just touching the ceiling panel when the first
explosion occurred. He felt the hold on his legs shift and tighten as
the elevator shuddered. Stretching upwards, he braced himself, palms
flat to the side of the panel. As his knees pushed against Zechs'
shoulders, he hoped the larger man still had his back solidly
supported by the wall. The entire elevator jerked upwards with a
second bone-rattling bang. The hard push of his arms barely kept his
head from connecting with the ceiling. He heard the loud crack of bone
hitting the wall and he was sliding downwards with Zechs to the floor.
With the loosening of the hold on his legs, Wufei spread his thighs
apart, hoping to land with his feet on the floor to either side of the
torso below him. His hands reached forward to where he thought the
wall might be in an attempt to control their fall. He didn't hear the
third explosion. It was an abrupt change in their downward momentum,
the elevator seeming to tilt towards his spread fingers followed
immediately by a complete lack of gravity. Falling was no longer an
issue. Wufei hooked a foot under Zechs and pulled, wrapping his legs
around the man as soon as he could. He reached down then as they
tumbled, but it was a controlled spin meant to keep them close to the
middle of the elevator. His fingers dove through silken strands of
hair until they connected with a firm chin. From there it was a quick
easy trace to the shoulder while his other hand cradled the back of
Zechs' head. He frowned at the warm dampness he found there. The
unconscious man was in his embrace with only a slight shift of his own
body, the movement slowing their tumble.

The failure of a colony's artificial gravity signaled a disaster of
epic proportions. Wufei breathed deeply, but couldn't smell anything
beyond the man in his arms and the rusty tang of fresh blood. There
were worse ways to die, he decided. It was surprising how well their
bodies fit together despite the difference in size. If the colony had
broken apart, there would be a noticeable loss of air. Elevators were
by no means airtight. In the complete darkness Wufei gently probed the
wound on Zechs' head and used his palm to apply pressure to what he
thought might be the source of the bleeding. Warm, even breaths on his
neck assured him of the other man's continued survival. His hip bumped
against a wall and he felt around with his free hand to find some kind
of hold. The railing was almost in his grasp when a high pitched
squeal pierced his eardrums, making his vision swim with bright colors
in the darkness. Wufei tasted bile in the back of his throat. A loud
'thunk' preceded the return of the colony's gravity. They were falling
again. Wufei rolled to try and land on his side, but only partially
managed to get his body under Zechs before they hit the floor. His
shoulder connected first, then his elbow before Zechs' weight pushed
him onto his back. Wufei grunted with the impact as pain shot across
his collar bone, then down the length of his arm. He bit his bottom
lip until he tasted blood to keep from cursing Barton ancestors for
whatever was going on.

Voices. Wufei thought he heard voices - urgent, frantic voices.

"Zechs?" Wufei said, sure that the man in his arms wasn't listening.
"Next time, we should try this position on a bed."

An ever-widening line of light fell across their entwined bodies as
the elevator doors were pried open.

"Without an audience," Wufei added as he carefully unwound his limbs
from Zechs'.

***

The ceiling was a stark white, the lights too bright and the noise...
the sounds of a hospital emergency room too loud. Wufei closed his
eyes against the chaos and wished he could close his ears, too. It was
probably a good thing that he couldn't since it was never safe to
completely relax in unfamiliar surroundings. A dull ache throbbed
across his left shoulder and all the way down the splinted arm
strapped tightly to his chest. Flexing his hand barely changed the
quality of the ache; neither did slight changes of position. The
painkillers were performing well even though he could have done
without the accompanying drowsiness.

While it had been crowded around the elevator, with firemen,
paramedics and hotel staff working to get them out, there was little
to indicate the panic that would have resulted from the loss of
gravity in a colony. Nothing outside the elevator seemed to have been
affected by that brief weightless period, no furniture out of place or
fallen over. Surely there had not been enough time to fix the
resultant mess of zero-g in a colony in the period it had taken to get
them out of the lift. The emergency area of this hospital was not
pushed beyond its capacity as it should have been if the colony had
lost its gravity, no matter how briefly. However, such a malfunction
would have to be colony wide and not only inside a single elevator.

Zechs was on the bed next to his own. A thin curtain separated them
and Wufei had spent the last hour half-listening to the bustle behind
that impenetrable wall while a grey-haired doctor splinted and
strapped his broken bones. There was talk about multiple, but simple
fractures and the importance of keeping his shoulder and arm
immobilized. He was waiting for his discharge papers and prescriptions
although they were insisting that he should have someone pick him up.
Surely he could simply get a taxi back to his hotel. These medical
personnel simply wouldn't accept that he might be here on vacation,
alone. He would have admitted an acquaintance with the big blonde in
the next bed except that the conversation in the elevator led him to
believe that Zechs might be investigating something under possibly a
different identity.

Wufei sighed. He wanted to be sure Zechs was alright and at least
obtain some contact details. That probably meant a wait, either on
this bed or in the lounge outside. Words like concussion and
observation had drifted his way while all the bustling was happening.
He opened one eye, then another. There were no signs of movement
beyond the curtain and he ventured to say aloud, "Are you awake?"

"Hmm... Where the hell... are we?" Zechs sounded groggy and grumpy.

Wufei smiled and replied softly, "Hospital. I'll wait for you. What's
your name?" He had to ask, just to be sure and it was not an unusual
question for two men who had just met in a faulty elevator in case
anyone was listening.

Zechs murmured, "Bernard Weridge," and nothing else. Wufei waited for
a while before getting off his bed to peek behind the curtain. The
handsome blonde was fast asleep. He resisted the urge to step closer
and touch the white bandages... It was just the bandages he wanted to
check. He turned around to go back to his bed and came face to face
with a nurse staring at him. He felt his cheeks heat up. Trying to
stop it only made them feel hotter. He cleared his throat instead.

"Are those my discharge papers?" Wufei asked, hoping to distract her.
The woman was still staring at him uncertainly.

"Oh! Those aren't ready, yet. We're having problems with your address.
Are you sure it's correct?" she asked.

"Of course it is." Wufei frowned at her suggestion of his incompetence.

"Is there someone who can come to pick you up?" This was the third
time someone had asked Wufei that particular question. He sighed. What
made them think he might change his mind if different people asked him
the same question?

"No. I'll call a taxi when I'm ready to go," he repeated his previous
answers.

This woman was particularly persistent. "What about your next of kin?"
she asked with an attempt at an apologetic smile on her face.

Wufei saw right through it. He tried not to snap at her, asking
instead, "Why would you need to know my next of kin? I'm not about to
die from a few broken bones."

"How do you intend to pay your bill?" she asked, dropping the pretense
at niceness.

"I'm assuming the hotel with the broken elevator will cover your
costs. I'm sure such places have insurance policies that cover such
events," Wufei replied, moving away from the curtain and closer to his
own bed. He felt an exhaustion that he wanted to blame on the drugs in
his system.

"We still need a point of contact for you before we can release you,
for such insurance purposes," the woman insisted.

"I gave you an address and a phone number that you can call me at once
I get there," Wufei said in his most patient tone when dealing with
imbeciles. He watched as the woman squared off her shoulders to brace
for some kind of confrontation.

"That address is three blocks from here and it's a parking lot," she
informed him. "The phone number doesn't exist in this colony's phone
interchange."

Wufei stared at her for a full minute and she stared back. She
appeared convinced of what she was telling him. Perhaps... He reached
into his back pocket for his wallet in which was the keycard with the
apartment complex's details. Getting it out with only one hand was a
challenge, but achievable.

"Get it off that yourself," he said as she accepted the card from him
and compared it to the one written on his chart.

"It's the same invalid address," she said softly, frowning. "Is there
anyone we can call?"

"I have another phone number," Wufei admitted, pulling out another
card from the wallet on his bed. "He's a friend of a friend who lives
on this colony." The nurse took the card from him and wrote the new
number on the chart before returning both cards to him.

"I'll try this number," she said, returning to the nurses' station.

Wufei took his time putting the cards back into his wallet. The ache
in his shoulder was becoming noticeable and he climbed back onto the
bed. How could the address on his keycard be wrong? He had used that
very card to find the apartment yesterday. He glanced at the woman on
the phone in the nurses' station. She wasn't talking, but listening
intently instead. She soon hung up and started walking towards his bed
again.

"Your 'friend of a friend' has never heard of you," she informed him
as soon as she was close enough. "Is there anyone else?"

"My new best friend from the elevator?" Wufei suggested waving at the
bed beyond the curtain. "I'm only here on vacation," he told her.

The frowning woman almost laughed at him and Wufei scowled at her. "No
one just visits a colony for a vacation," she said.

There was no need to justify his activities to her, but she seemed to
be genuinely trying to understand his situation. He found himself
saying, "I'm colony born, but I work on Earth. I get homesick so I
vacation in space."

"Why come here? Why not just go to your home colony?" she asked.

"It was destroyed during the war," Wufei admitted before straightening
up, resolute. "Why don't you just fix up my paperwork anyway, so that
you can free up your bed and I'll wait in the visitors lounge."

"For whom?" the nurse asked. "I can't let you go until I have a valid
point of contact for you."

"For Bernard over there," Wufei said with a wave of his hand at Zechs'
bed.

"We're going to admit him for overnight observation as soon as a bed
upstairs becomes available," she said, hanging up Wufei's chart on the
end of his bed. "It's a slow day. You can stay here for a while
longer. Perhaps when he is coherent enough to sort out his details, we
can let you go. How's the shoulder?"

"Worse than it was," Wufei admitted.

The nurse nodded. "I can help with that in about an hour or so."

Wufei sighed as she gave him a more natural smile and left him alone.
Something was wrong here, but he couldn't check out the discrepancy in
his address until he could leave. During the old days he wouldn't have
hung about to argue with a nurse. He wouldn't be in a hospital without
planning to escape from it. As tempting as it was to merely close his
eyes and sleep or meditate to pass the time, he didn't dare let down
his guard to such an extent. The wrongness of it rang all his internal
alarms in ways that he hadn't experienced since the wars. But he could
sit and wait with his guard up. Some skills a person never lost no
matter how circumstances changed.

As promised, the nurse returned some time later with more pain
medication for his shoulder. He thanked her and palmed the tablets
while drinking the water. The last thing he needed was to be drowsy in
a potentially dangerous situation. Physical pain he could deal with,
and the throbbing ache down his left side would help keep him awake as
the hours slowly passed.

The young uniformed man approaching the nurses' station caught Wufei's
attention immediately. He looked like a young Trowa in a Preventers'
uniform. When the young officer strode purposefully towards his bed
with a very Trowa-like set to his jaw, Wufei schooled his face into a
calm, neutral expression. The wrongness that had been niggling at him
for hours blossomed into full clanging alarm. This was Trowa, he was
sure despite the impossibility of it -- a Trowa who hadn't yet grown
out of the awkwardness of his height, a Trowa Wufei remembered from
Mariemeia's attempt to conquer Earth. The uniform was similar enough
to the ones they had worn while in her army. That was years ago. They
had all grown up since then.

"You claim to be Chang Wufei," the young officer said in an eerily
familiar voice. There was outrage and affront in the green eye that
could be seen behind the long brown fringe even though his face was
studiously blank.

"I suppose you call yourself Trowa Barton, Nanashi," Wufei said behind
his own expressionless mask. That stopped the young man in his tracks.

"Who are you?" the young Trowa asked.

"Chang Wufei of L5, pilot of Nataku and Altron," Wufei replied,
watching closely for a reaction. The young Trowa just stared at him,
speechless.

Wufei sighed and slid off the bed onto his feet in case he needed to
move. Even with a shoulder strapped, he could put up a good fight
should he need to.

"The Trowa I knew never joined the Preventers," Wufei said.

"The Wufei I knew died last year," the young man stated.

~*~

[GW fanfiction] Kismet part 3

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 06:45:40 GMT

Kismet part 3 has been posted at CC's fic journal!