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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,857
Reviews:
23
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Currently Reading:
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Pyrotechnic USSR
Disclaimer: New Mobile War Chronicle Gundam Wing and all affiliated characters are property of Shin Kidousenki and Bandai, Setsu Agency
Disclaimer: New Mobile War Chronicle Gundam Wing and all affiliated characters are property of Shin Kidousenki and Bandai, Setsu Agency.. Don’t sue me, because I’m the proud owner of over two-thousand dollar’s worth of Gundam merchandise.
Title: International Reons ons
Chapter: II—Pyrotechnic USSR
Author: Switchblade003
Pairing(s): I hate to state the obvious…
Warning(s): If you don’t like YAOI or shonen-ai, this ain’t the place for you.
Rating: A solid, unwavering NC-17 (violence, drugs, statutory rape, naked marshmallows, the usual…)
Archive: www.wuffie.net
Notes: Pardon the insane ramblings of a delusional mind. This chapter works as more of a bridge between I and III, but it stands well enough on its own.
Review Raves: To the three reviews I received for this chapter, thanks!
O’phelia: Oh, trust me, they’re going to get close, all right. So close that FF.net might pull this story!
Usako: Hey, punks for life, right? I liked the idea of an OOC Quat, for this one. It suits my plot.
MidnightLoner: This story is loosely based on my own life, though I’d never sleep with my UN coach… Quat doesn’t want to go to college because it’s expectf hif him; kind of a "rebel against authority" thing. As for the history trivia, I’m sorry to say that it all came from the library that is my head. I’m an aspiring History teacher, myself, with emphasis on the Confederate War for Independence.
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"The Russians aren’t very receptive to the nuclear reduction parameters in the START Treaties."
Quatre laughed lightly, one arm moving in a windshield wiper-like imitation as he erased the board in Trowa’s classroom. The teacher was rambling about the history of disarmament policies in the United Nations, and the two were getting along well, this afternoon.
"That’s because they’ve worked their country into the dirt to get as many weapons as possible without outlawing matches." Trowa chuckled at his student’s sardonic sense of humor, though the sound stopped abruptly as his green eyes fell on the exposed, pale skin of the boy’s forearm, his black sleeve falling back as he erased the board to reveal dozens of angry red cuts and jagged scars. The teacher swore under his breath, crossing the distance between them and snatching the boy’s arm, pulling his sleeve up to his elbow.
"Quatre, what is this?" he demanded, voice quiet and almost angry. The blonde pulled away, quickly covering the markth hth his sleeve and turning away from his friend.
"It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it." The two stood in silence for a long while before Trowa broke the hush, moving to the younger boy and pulling him into an awkward embrace.
"It is something. What did you do that with?" he asked softly, and Quatre replied reluctantly into the tall man’s chest.
"Razor blade." The teacher nodded. Only something that sharp could have left the atrocious mark had had seen engraved in the boy’s flesh.
"Why did you do it?" Quatre fell limp in Trowa’s strong arms, laying his head to the man’s chest and closing his eyes.
"I wanted to focus on something other than the pain."
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Trowa sighed as he lay back on his couch, the television on in the background. He wasn’t really watching it, however. He was more concerned with the idle thoughts troubling him. Trowa was thinking about scared blue eyes and the jagged scars that covered those thin, delicate wrists.
<Ring, ring>
The teacher reached behind himself idly, fumbling for the cordless, and he answered it as if through a daze. "Hello?"
"Mr. Barton? I need your help…" Trowa bolted upright, eyes narrowing in concern.
"Quatre?! What’s going on? Where are you?"
The blonde’s soft, terror-laced voice sent a jolt of fear through the man and he grit his teeth against it. "They won’t leave me alone and I think I might have cut too deeply. It won’t stop bleeding… I’m scared…"
"Calm down, Quat. Tell me where you are."
"I’m at a rave… In the bathroom. I think I might have taken too much E."
Trowa sighed, shaking his head. "Quat, I need an address."
"Rostenos Church. Off of Main Street."
Trowa was already up and throwing his jacket on. "Stay right where you are. I’m coming to get you."
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TBC.
During the Cold War, the United States held the advantage over the Soviet Union for the first few years. American military and technological advances had been proven superior after the bombings of the Japanese cities, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the results of the American-led Manhattan Project. The Soviets and Americans entered into a fear and nationalism "arms race," each building up their arsenals and accumulating as many weapons—mostly nuclear—as possible. It wouldn’t be until thxon xon Administration of the late 1960s that the first attempts at détente and disarmament would occur; The Strategic Arms Limitation Talk (SALT) treaties and subsequent Strategic and Tactical Arms Reduction Treaties (START) would set "ceilings"—limits—and reduction mutual reduction parameters for both the Soviet Union and the United States. *As a side-note: so many historians today focus on Nixon’s domestic flaws—Watergate—instead of the foreign py (Hy (Ha! It’s back!) advances that he made. Nixon was the first US president since before the conversion of China to communism to visit the Far Eastern country, despite his well-publicized hatred of the nation. He also did wonders for lessening tensions between the United States and Soviet premier Breshnev.
C’mon, whose your favorite president? -Jack Switchblade
Disclaimer: New Mobile War Chronicle Gundam Wing and all affiliated characters are property of Shin Kidousenki and Bandai, Setsu Agency.. Don’t sue me, because I’m the proud owner of over two-thousand dollar’s worth of Gundam merchandise.
Title: International Reons ons
Chapter: II—Pyrotechnic USSR
Author: Switchblade003
Pairing(s): I hate to state the obvious…
Warning(s): If you don’t like YAOI or shonen-ai, this ain’t the place for you.
Rating: A solid, unwavering NC-17 (violence, drugs, statutory rape, naked marshmallows, the usual…)
Archive: www.wuffie.net
Notes: Pardon the insane ramblings of a delusional mind. This chapter works as more of a bridge between I and III, but it stands well enough on its own.
Review Raves: To the three reviews I received for this chapter, thanks!
O’phelia: Oh, trust me, they’re going to get close, all right. So close that FF.net might pull this story!
Usako: Hey, punks for life, right? I liked the idea of an OOC Quat, for this one. It suits my plot.
MidnightLoner: This story is loosely based on my own life, though I’d never sleep with my UN coach… Quat doesn’t want to go to college because it’s expectf hif him; kind of a "rebel against authority" thing. As for the history trivia, I’m sorry to say that it all came from the library that is my head. I’m an aspiring History teacher, myself, with emphasis on the Confederate War for Independence.
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"The Russians aren’t very receptive to the nuclear reduction parameters in the START Treaties."
Quatre laughed lightly, one arm moving in a windshield wiper-like imitation as he erased the board in Trowa’s classroom. The teacher was rambling about the history of disarmament policies in the United Nations, and the two were getting along well, this afternoon.
"That’s because they’ve worked their country into the dirt to get as many weapons as possible without outlawing matches." Trowa chuckled at his student’s sardonic sense of humor, though the sound stopped abruptly as his green eyes fell on the exposed, pale skin of the boy’s forearm, his black sleeve falling back as he erased the board to reveal dozens of angry red cuts and jagged scars. The teacher swore under his breath, crossing the distance between them and snatching the boy’s arm, pulling his sleeve up to his elbow.
"Quatre, what is this?" he demanded, voice quiet and almost angry. The blonde pulled away, quickly covering the markth hth his sleeve and turning away from his friend.
"It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it." The two stood in silence for a long while before Trowa broke the hush, moving to the younger boy and pulling him into an awkward embrace.
"It is something. What did you do that with?" he asked softly, and Quatre replied reluctantly into the tall man’s chest.
"Razor blade." The teacher nodded. Only something that sharp could have left the atrocious mark had had seen engraved in the boy’s flesh.
"Why did you do it?" Quatre fell limp in Trowa’s strong arms, laying his head to the man’s chest and closing his eyes.
"I wanted to focus on something other than the pain."
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Trowa sighed as he lay back on his couch, the television on in the background. He wasn’t really watching it, however. He was more concerned with the idle thoughts troubling him. Trowa was thinking about scared blue eyes and the jagged scars that covered those thin, delicate wrists.
<Ring, ring>
The teacher reached behind himself idly, fumbling for the cordless, and he answered it as if through a daze. "Hello?"
"Mr. Barton? I need your help…" Trowa bolted upright, eyes narrowing in concern.
"Quatre?! What’s going on? Where are you?"
The blonde’s soft, terror-laced voice sent a jolt of fear through the man and he grit his teeth against it. "They won’t leave me alone and I think I might have cut too deeply. It won’t stop bleeding… I’m scared…"
"Calm down, Quat. Tell me where you are."
"I’m at a rave… In the bathroom. I think I might have taken too much E."
Trowa sighed, shaking his head. "Quat, I need an address."
"Rostenos Church. Off of Main Street."
Trowa was already up and throwing his jacket on. "Stay right where you are. I’m coming to get you."
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TBC.
During the Cold War, the United States held the advantage over the Soviet Union for the first few years. American military and technological advances had been proven superior after the bombings of the Japanese cities, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the results of the American-led Manhattan Project. The Soviets and Americans entered into a fear and nationalism "arms race," each building up their arsenals and accumulating as many weapons—mostly nuclear—as possible. It wouldn’t be until thxon xon Administration of the late 1960s that the first attempts at détente and disarmament would occur; The Strategic Arms Limitation Talk (SALT) treaties and subsequent Strategic and Tactical Arms Reduction Treaties (START) would set "ceilings"—limits—and reduction mutual reduction parameters for both the Soviet Union and the United States. *As a side-note: so many historians today focus on Nixon’s domestic flaws—Watergate—instead of the foreign py (Hy (Ha! It’s back!) advances that he made. Nixon was the first US president since before the conversion of China to communism to visit the Far Eastern country, despite his well-publicized hatred of the nation. He also did wonders for lessening tensions between the United States and Soviet premier Breshnev.
C’mon, whose your favorite president? -Jack Switchblade