By: Kariana Hino
Author's notes: This fanfic takes place three years after Endless Waltz so the Gundam pilots are around eighteen-nineteen. I do not own Gundam Wing (sad sigh), it belongs to its respective owners and I'm not worth suing. By the way, my intros always suck so please bear with me.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The monotonous beeping of the alarm clock on the night table woke Hiro from his restful sleep. Weary-eyed, he stared murderously at the flashing red numbers as the beeping rang in is ears. Calmly, he pulled a gun out from under his pillow and shot the alarm clock, effectively stopping the beeping. Then, he plopped back down on his pillow.
The Winner Mansion was silent for a few, tense minutes. Then, the sound of doors opening and the patter of frantic footsteps could be heard to racing down towards Hiro's room. The door swung open and there stood Duo, clad in a wrinkly white t-shirt and black boxers. His eyes darted in a worried fashion around in the dark room, which was dimly lit by waning moonlight, as his hand tightened around his gun.
"Hiro, is everything all right?" he asked the sleeping form in Hiro's bed, concern clearly present in his voice.
He heard a presence behind him and turned his head to find the tallest Gundam pilot standing there, also with gun in hand.
"What's going on?" Trowa asked his braided comrade.
Duo shrugged and looked over Trowa�s shoulder that was donned in a forest green t-shirt to see Wufei coming down the hall, wearing his traditional purple tanktop and white pants. In his hands, he gripped a wooden plank.
"Did I hear a gunshot or was that just me?" the Chinese boy asked.
Suddenly, Quatre came sliding around the corner and, due to the fact that the floor had been waxed earlier that day, he slid straight into the trio. Luckily, Wufei caught the back of his blue silk pajama shirt and held the blonde Arabian on his feet. Quatre smiled his thanks and then asked,
�What happened? What�s going on?�
They all answered with a unanimous shrug and turned back to go into Hiro�s room. They moved towards the small bed as a group, with Duo leading.
"Hiro?" Duo asked as they crept closer to the bed.
No answer.
�Hiro?� Duo ventured again, creeping closer.
Still no answer.
The group finally reached the edge of the bed.
"Hiro?" Duo questioned again and poked the lump under the covers as he did so.
Hiro lifted his head and it was bathed in moonlight, giving his dark chocolate locks an ethereal gleam. He permitted himself a small smile, which caused his teeth to glisten like white fangs from the moonlight striking them.
"Boo."
Duo gave out a yelp and jumped into Trowa's arms. Trowa sent the braided baka a look of disgust and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor. Duo pouted on the floor for a moment before picking himself up and giving Trowa a dirty look. Quatre shook his head at their antics and turned to Hiro.
"Hiro, what happened? We heard a gunshot," Quatre asked.
"That�s because I shot the alarm clock because it went off at this ungodly hour,� Hiro replied.
�Wouldn�t it have been easier to simply shut it off?� Wufei asked, amusement in his voice.
"Yes, but of course Mr. Perfect Soldier here can�t do anything the easy way," Duo lashed out, thoroughly angry that he had actually been concerned for such a minor event as an alarm clock shooting, and stomped out of Hiro�s room in a huff.
Hiro and the others stared after the retreating figure and then listened to the stomping of Duo�s angry feet back to his room. Hiro gave his regular grunt after the sound had dissipated. Trowa sighed and shook his head. He nodded a goodnight to the remaining people in the room before turning and walking out the door. Wufei smirked and gave a curt �Goodnight,� before following Trowa�s suit. Quatre and Hiro were left alone. Quatre exhaled a sigh and turned to his friend.
�You know, Hiro, you really shouldn�t be blowing up alarm clocks,� Quatre began and then winced as he realized that this was probably a futile effort on his part but continued nonetheless.
Hiro shot him his patented Death Glare� and Quatre knew that this was useless.
�Anyway, you should be more considerate of others� feelings. Duo�s your best friend and he was worried for no reason. That�s a little unfair, don�t you think?�
Hiro grunted again.
�Oh well, can�t say I didn�t try,� he muttered to himself and then said to Hiro, �Goodnight.�
He left the room, carefully treading on the waxen floor so as not to slip again. Hiro would be Hiro and there was nothing that he could do about that. He had thought that perhaps three years of peace might help Hiro reclaim his humanity. The blonde Arabian sighed and went to sleep with a heavy heart.
Yeah, I know it's short. I did have a lot written but it was for a completely different plot line of this story. I finally realized how stupid it sounded and threw it out. Anyhoo, since I'm starting from scratch, I have a pretty good idea where this one's going but please be patient. Thank you!