Snapshots.
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,807
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Prologue.
Name: Natea <natea2x1@btinternet.com>
Title: Snapshots
Pairings: 1+2+1 leading to 2x1, 3x4, 5xS
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shounen ai, Yaoi, AU, Gore.
Summary: A serial killer is on the loose and the Preventers call in the Gundam pilots. But it’s not the killer they’re hunting down, it’s the victim.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise/Bandai/Sotsu and I am making no money at all from writing this.
Snapshots.
Prologue.
It was a peaceful place; still dark, a myriad of stars twinkled in the sky above, the ocean below catching their light and throwing it back with every glossy wave that swept the shallow shoreline. Further out on the horizon where the sea met the sky there were shades of that familiar predawn lavender hue, in a few minutes the sun would be up and another balmy summer day would be established. At the moment though it was still pleasantly cool, a soft breeze blowing in from the ocean.
The narrow stretch of beach was empty; not a single footprint broke the surface of the wave-smoothed sand. Further back from the shoreline a messy aof gof grasses and small shrubs were gallantly growing despite the poor soil conditions.
It was quiet. The only sounds were the soft lapping noises of the water as it swept in and receded and the dry rustle of the grass as it moved in the breeze. There was one instant of clamour as footsteps crunched over the small dunes. A dark figure hunkered down at the very edge of the grass line, slipping down into a tailor-made hollow. Small clinking noises came soon after; the sounds of meslidsliding against metal. Then everything fell silent once more.
It was a full forty-five minutes before the soft sounds of nature were shattered again. The sun had risen now and the temperature had increased accordingly, already warm despite the earliness of the hour; it was definitely going to be another scorcher of a day. In the distance came the sound of a dog barking. The figure in the hollow shifted slightly at the noise, all senses alert.
The dog in question came into view a few seconds later, bounding about in the shallow waves joyfully. It was small and scruffy, a mongrel with a large smattering of golden retriever in it\'s heritage. It\'s fur was patchy along it\'s back and it\'s left hind leg had been amputated close to the body; closer examination would also reveal that the lower half of its left front leg was a plastic prosthetic. Despite this though it still ran easily, it\'s hindquarters bouncing higher than usual as it compensated for the absence of the leg. Suddenly it startled, stopping dead in its tracks and looking down the beach with its head to one side. It stood like this for a while before giving another happy yip and loping further along the shore.
The reason for its behaviour became apparent soon, as it\'s owner came into view, jogging along the shoreline dutifully, passing the dog as it leapt about in the waves.
The figure shifted a little more, rising up onto one knee and \'sighting\' along the sleek, black contraption that had been set up out of view in the hollow. This was what they had come here for. Days of preparation leading up to this one moment. The back of a hand reached up, wiping away a few beads of sweat that had begun to form from a combination of the sun and nervous excitement.
The jogger was closer now, almin rin range.
Nearly there...
The black tube tracked the runner\'s movements along the beach; gliding smoothing along as it panned across the scene. Small last-minute adjustments were made to the sights, bringing the subject into sharp relief.
Not yet though. Wait for it. Patience...
Time slowed down as the dog stumbled suddenly, the sand shifting underneath it\'s paws. It almost toppled before recovering, giving a short yelp of distress. The jogger turned his head immediately, throwing a glance behind him to check on the animal, still running.
Perfect.
\'Click\' The sound of a button being pressed, a shutter opening and closing once. The electronic whirr of a reel of film winding on. Then the click again, and again. Quick, almost frantic movements as the figure desperately captured that one instant for eternity.
And the moment was over. The jogger, unaware of the silent stranger watching him close by, continued his morning run closely followed by his manic pet. They rounded a bluff and were soon lost from view, tracked the entire way by the lens.
As soon as they were gone the figure stood up brushing the sand from their body briskly. The camera and tripod were taken apart and packed away in a padded bag that was then carelessly thrown over a shoulder. A few seconds later the hollow in the dunes was empty once more.
TBC............
Title: Snapshots
Pairings: 1+2+1 leading to 2x1, 3x4, 5xS
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shounen ai, Yaoi, AU, Gore.
Summary: A serial killer is on the loose and the Preventers call in the Gundam pilots. But it’s not the killer they’re hunting down, it’s the victim.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise/Bandai/Sotsu and I am making no money at all from writing this.
Prologue.
The narrow stretch of beach was empty; not a single footprint broke the surface of the wave-smoothed sand. Further back from the shoreline a messy aof gof grasses and small shrubs were gallantly growing despite the poor soil conditions.
It was quiet. The only sounds were the soft lapping noises of the water as it swept in and receded and the dry rustle of the grass as it moved in the breeze. There was one instant of clamour as footsteps crunched over the small dunes. A dark figure hunkered down at the very edge of the grass line, slipping down into a tailor-made hollow. Small clinking noises came soon after; the sounds of meslidsliding against metal. Then everything fell silent once more.
It was a full forty-five minutes before the soft sounds of nature were shattered again. The sun had risen now and the temperature had increased accordingly, already warm despite the earliness of the hour; it was definitely going to be another scorcher of a day. In the distance came the sound of a dog barking. The figure in the hollow shifted slightly at the noise, all senses alert.
The dog in question came into view a few seconds later, bounding about in the shallow waves joyfully. It was small and scruffy, a mongrel with a large smattering of golden retriever in it\'s heritage. It\'s fur was patchy along it\'s back and it\'s left hind leg had been amputated close to the body; closer examination would also reveal that the lower half of its left front leg was a plastic prosthetic. Despite this though it still ran easily, it\'s hindquarters bouncing higher than usual as it compensated for the absence of the leg. Suddenly it startled, stopping dead in its tracks and looking down the beach with its head to one side. It stood like this for a while before giving another happy yip and loping further along the shore.
The reason for its behaviour became apparent soon, as it\'s owner came into view, jogging along the shoreline dutifully, passing the dog as it leapt about in the waves.
The figure shifted a little more, rising up onto one knee and \'sighting\' along the sleek, black contraption that had been set up out of view in the hollow. This was what they had come here for. Days of preparation leading up to this one moment. The back of a hand reached up, wiping away a few beads of sweat that had begun to form from a combination of the sun and nervous excitement.
The jogger was closer now, almin rin range.
Nearly there...
The black tube tracked the runner\'s movements along the beach; gliding smoothing along as it panned across the scene. Small last-minute adjustments were made to the sights, bringing the subject into sharp relief.
Not yet though. Wait for it. Patience...
Time slowed down as the dog stumbled suddenly, the sand shifting underneath it\'s paws. It almost toppled before recovering, giving a short yelp of distress. The jogger turned his head immediately, throwing a glance behind him to check on the animal, still running.
Perfect.
\'Click\' The sound of a button being pressed, a shutter opening and closing once. The electronic whirr of a reel of film winding on. Then the click again, and again. Quick, almost frantic movements as the figure desperately captured that one instant for eternity.
And the moment was over. The jogger, unaware of the silent stranger watching him close by, continued his morning run closely followed by his manic pet. They rounded a bluff and were soon lost from view, tracked the entire way by the lens.
As soon as they were gone the figure stood up brushing the sand from their body briskly. The camera and tripod were taken apart and packed away in a padded bag that was then carelessly thrown over a shoulder. A few seconds later the hollow in the dunes was empty once more.
TBC............