Raging Rain
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Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,306
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 8
Um…nothing really to say except for this chap is kind of a teaser…um…hope you like it!
Thanks goes out to my fic readers NatsumiNeko, Kirihana, Bunch-o-Nuts, Koshi, Sekisen, and Emersyn.
This chapter is dedicated to BigSister2, Debs-dragon and Chilled Flame.
Read, Relax and Review.
Sweet warm darkness flooded the essence of my soul as my mind drifted along the waves of an inky sea. I feel relaxed, serene, peaceful and…and…what is that irritating noise? I forced my eyelids open so I can find out where that horrible noise was coming from. It sounded like metal and cement being grinded up in a blender.
A slight headache started to form as I rose slowly from the bed and checked my surroundings. Great, I am still in this stupid hospital bed. I just cant understand where that awful sound is coming…
I should have known. Sitting to the left of my bed was a gundam pilot who could snore the rust off of metal. He was slumped over in his chair with a magazine sprawled across his lap. My fingers itched with desire to throw a pillow at him, but the cover of the magazine stopped me.
It was a photo of me. I quietly reached out and retrieved it. With the book finally in my possession, I watched him choke on a snore and move a little. My heart started to beat faster in my chest. For some reason I didn’t want him to wake up. With his eyes still closed, he shifted by slumping over to his left side. My pulse gradually returned to normal as his snores started to resound and echo off the walls of the room again.
I accepted his snores, as one would elevator music, and focused on the flimsy printed material in my hands. The magazine’s title was extremely weird, “12th Letter #4.” My face decorated the cover along with a multitude of texts. I was so entranced by my face I fell to notice the title that accompanied it, “Boy Billionaire’s Secret Gay Lover.”
A gasp escaped as I stared at the words…secret…gay…I swallowed hard before the word lover entered my thoughts. Am I really? Are we? No, I mean…no…it can’t be. Bewilderment, fear, and anxiety gripped me as I tried to open the book. How can I be afraid of a magazine? If I am gay, than I am gay and I will deal with it.
Allah, please help me through this. Another gasp ripped through me as I realized that I might have turned my back on my religion. Have I truly disgrace my family and left Allah’s guidance. Have I? I need to know.
Anxiety surged within my bones as I flew through the publication’s pages in search of a media-related-personal-enlightenment. My body and actions froze before a double page spread of me and him laying on a beach towel together. The photo showed our shirtless upper bodies with him positioned over me. Our faces were so close that his wet bangs fanned across my forehead. It seemed like we were just about to kiss each other.
I could feel the heat rising in my face as I clutched the pamphlet in my right hand. Murderous fireworks flared behind my eyes as I quickly jumped out of bed. My thoughts danced in mass confusing as I flexed my left arm. My blood steamed in and out my heart and through my veins. I felt craziness, anger and embarrassment as one emotion.
This sensational triad caused me to strike out. Oh, how he deserves my vengeance. “Wake up!”
A sleep induced ex-terrorist slowly opened his eyes just as my pillow collided with his face. The force of the impact caused him to tip over in the chair and fall. “What the…what the Hell was that for?”
I stormed over to where he sat on the floor and shoved the magazine in his face. “What is this?”
He directed his eyes up at me with an annoyed look and yawned. “Ugh, what’s with all the noise? I was having a great dream too.” I maintained my position and pushed the periodical closer to his face. “I don’t understand why you seem so upset?” I stepped back after he snatched it out of my hand and stood up. “Is this why you’re so upset?”
The tension I felt slowly melted away as sadness started to enter my soul. I watched him drop the magazine and straighten his tie with a long sigh. The words, “you really don’t remember,” were said so low that I barely heard them.
Was I with him? Is he? I mean…he and I. “Remember what?” The question flew pass my senses. I wasn’t even sure if that was the question I should be asking now.
“Me.”
My response to him was winded. “You?” His expression showed his inner feelings so obliviously that I felt responsible for them. “I mean, what should I remember? I know you are a really huge part of my life. Um, it feels like it, but I just don’t know the details.” If that doesn’t make him feel better, I’m not sure what will at the moment.
A small smile appeared on his face as he approached me. The shift in his emotions caused me to back away from him. My retreat was short lived due to me falling back on the bed. He continued to come closer until I was sprawled out on the bed beneath him.
Five thousand alarms went off in my head as I tried to understand how he ended up on top of me. He was so close that I could feel his hair tickling my forehead. “Do you want me to help you remember?”
I am not sure what to think or feel or anything. I…I…is he getting closer to me. Allah, I don’t know what to do. I…um… “No.” I whispered the word so low that I’m not even sure if I actually said it.
I can feel my heart racing and my hands getting sweaty. I think I’m scared. I mean really scared of this. I don’t think I want this. No, wait. I don’t want this.
He leaned in closer and said, “You will remember after this.”
There was no escape for me. My limbs wont move and my mouth isn’t working. Is he really going to kiss me?
“What are you two doing?” We both turned towards the voice to see Trowa walking through the door.
A/N: Hehehehehehehe, can you guess who?
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In these hard times, I depend on GW fanfiction to cheer me UP!
Thanks goes out to my fic readers NatsumiNeko, Kirihana, Bunch-o-Nuts, Koshi, Sekisen, and Emersyn.
This chapter is dedicated to BigSister2, Debs-dragon and Chilled Flame.
Read, Relax and Review.
Sweet warm darkness flooded the essence of my soul as my mind drifted along the waves of an inky sea. I feel relaxed, serene, peaceful and…and…what is that irritating noise? I forced my eyelids open so I can find out where that horrible noise was coming from. It sounded like metal and cement being grinded up in a blender.
A slight headache started to form as I rose slowly from the bed and checked my surroundings. Great, I am still in this stupid hospital bed. I just cant understand where that awful sound is coming…
I should have known. Sitting to the left of my bed was a gundam pilot who could snore the rust off of metal. He was slumped over in his chair with a magazine sprawled across his lap. My fingers itched with desire to throw a pillow at him, but the cover of the magazine stopped me.
It was a photo of me. I quietly reached out and retrieved it. With the book finally in my possession, I watched him choke on a snore and move a little. My heart started to beat faster in my chest. For some reason I didn’t want him to wake up. With his eyes still closed, he shifted by slumping over to his left side. My pulse gradually returned to normal as his snores started to resound and echo off the walls of the room again.
I accepted his snores, as one would elevator music, and focused on the flimsy printed material in my hands. The magazine’s title was extremely weird, “12th Letter #4.” My face decorated the cover along with a multitude of texts. I was so entranced by my face I fell to notice the title that accompanied it, “Boy Billionaire’s Secret Gay Lover.”
A gasp escaped as I stared at the words…secret…gay…I swallowed hard before the word lover entered my thoughts. Am I really? Are we? No, I mean…no…it can’t be. Bewilderment, fear, and anxiety gripped me as I tried to open the book. How can I be afraid of a magazine? If I am gay, than I am gay and I will deal with it.
Allah, please help me through this. Another gasp ripped through me as I realized that I might have turned my back on my religion. Have I truly disgrace my family and left Allah’s guidance. Have I? I need to know.
Anxiety surged within my bones as I flew through the publication’s pages in search of a media-related-personal-enlightenment. My body and actions froze before a double page spread of me and him laying on a beach towel together. The photo showed our shirtless upper bodies with him positioned over me. Our faces were so close that his wet bangs fanned across my forehead. It seemed like we were just about to kiss each other.
I could feel the heat rising in my face as I clutched the pamphlet in my right hand. Murderous fireworks flared behind my eyes as I quickly jumped out of bed. My thoughts danced in mass confusing as I flexed my left arm. My blood steamed in and out my heart and through my veins. I felt craziness, anger and embarrassment as one emotion.
This sensational triad caused me to strike out. Oh, how he deserves my vengeance. “Wake up!”
A sleep induced ex-terrorist slowly opened his eyes just as my pillow collided with his face. The force of the impact caused him to tip over in the chair and fall. “What the…what the Hell was that for?”
I stormed over to where he sat on the floor and shoved the magazine in his face. “What is this?”
He directed his eyes up at me with an annoyed look and yawned. “Ugh, what’s with all the noise? I was having a great dream too.” I maintained my position and pushed the periodical closer to his face. “I don’t understand why you seem so upset?” I stepped back after he snatched it out of my hand and stood up. “Is this why you’re so upset?”
The tension I felt slowly melted away as sadness started to enter my soul. I watched him drop the magazine and straighten his tie with a long sigh. The words, “you really don’t remember,” were said so low that I barely heard them.
Was I with him? Is he? I mean…he and I. “Remember what?” The question flew pass my senses. I wasn’t even sure if that was the question I should be asking now.
“Me.”
My response to him was winded. “You?” His expression showed his inner feelings so obliviously that I felt responsible for them. “I mean, what should I remember? I know you are a really huge part of my life. Um, it feels like it, but I just don’t know the details.” If that doesn’t make him feel better, I’m not sure what will at the moment.
A small smile appeared on his face as he approached me. The shift in his emotions caused me to back away from him. My retreat was short lived due to me falling back on the bed. He continued to come closer until I was sprawled out on the bed beneath him.
Five thousand alarms went off in my head as I tried to understand how he ended up on top of me. He was so close that I could feel his hair tickling my forehead. “Do you want me to help you remember?”
I am not sure what to think or feel or anything. I…I…is he getting closer to me. Allah, I don’t know what to do. I…um… “No.” I whispered the word so low that I’m not even sure if I actually said it.
I can feel my heart racing and my hands getting sweaty. I think I’m scared. I mean really scared of this. I don’t think I want this. No, wait. I don’t want this.
He leaned in closer and said, “You will remember after this.”
There was no escape for me. My limbs wont move and my mouth isn’t working. Is he really going to kiss me?
“What are you two doing?” We both turned towards the voice to see Trowa walking through the door.
A/N: Hehehehehehehe, can you guess who?
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In these hard times, I depend on GW fanfiction to cheer me UP!