Gundam Wing 100 Word Challenge

Title: Delirium
Challenge: Crossover
Characters: Quatre and Delirium
Team: White Fang
Word count: 100
A/N: Gundam Wing / Sandman (the comics).


“What's the word for when you hate and love at the same time?” Her blue and white eyes glinted with starlight. Quatre huffed, Zero buzzing madly in his ear. There is no girl, no flying fishes swimming around her head, she doesn't have rainbow-colored hair and she's not

“There isn't one.”

here.

“Oh.”

“Can I help you?” Always so polite, even insane, and he couldn't help but give a little shudder. No help at all, and no girl, with her head tilted, the flying fish, oh God is that a carp?

“No.”

“Okay.”

And he fired at the colony.

Title: Zero Love
Character: Quatre, Trowa (bitter 3x4 if you squint really hard)
Challenge: In the cockpit
Team: Gundams
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Warning: death, alternative outcomes...

Target sighted.

So mercenary. In another life, Quatre would love It. No hassles, no secrets, no problems.

Target destroyed.

Could he teach It to play the flute?

In another life.

Target sighted.

Whispers in the dark; to play the nice guy again, to be the man who gives his life to see another's succeed. To surrender, rather than slaughter. They rather preferred him pathetic. That version of Quatre was easier to deal with.

He laughed.

"I love you Zero," he said, though he didn't mean it. He fired at Trowa's corpse, drifting in space.

There were no ashes to mourn.

Title: Bye
Character: Duo
Challenge: In the cockpit
Team: Gundams
Rating: G
Word Count: 100

Note: Ooooh! My own tag! *jumps around*

"War's over." Scythe's motherboard blinked, disbelieving. He nodded slowly. "For good, this time. And I..." Deep breaths. "We don't need you anymore."

Tears came unbidden. He was a father casting away his son for cultists who promise Zion; a best friend, selling his own for drugs, money, cold comforts in the dark. "I-I'm sorry, we just don't..."

And he was worried. If they didn't need a weapon of mass murder, they didn't need Duo either. What was he going to do without this?

He opened the hatch, gripped the zip-line.

"Bye," he said, and tumbled back down to the Earth.

Ghost Town
Characters/Pairings: Zoro (6xD)
Team: Oz
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #10, reflection
Author's Notes: A continuation of E's last post, because no one likes a bad ending! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!


Zechs never kept mirrors in his house. Once he'd settled down in the wastelands of America's mid-west, he'd torn them all down and replaced them with pictures of Her. Her and the Son he'd never know, because after the rain--

Knock.

Salesmen, realtors, Jehovah's Witnesses; not even they visited him anymore. Still, festering in his own dark pit of despair, he shrieked, "Go away!" Stinking of moonshine and midnight strolls through the rivers of Hell, he liked Lethe the best--

Knock.

"Zechs! Open up!"

Said the raven.

"Dorothy?"

Nevermore.

"Open up, you stupid bastard! I'm not dead!"

Just a ghost.

Title: Howard's First
Characters/Pairings: past one-way Howard/J
Team: Gundams
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 140-something
Prompt: #9, secret
Author's Notes: I've tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, but I can't get it any lower. Doh! Stupid babbling Howard. *smacks him* Also, I'm being a traitor this week. Go Gundams! *writes a thousand real drabbles to win* xD You guys are SO addicting. Doh! Oh yeah, and I forgot to say this is dedicated to ralphiere, and is inspired (sort of) by an old Pond pic of young!J and Howard, from way back, which I can't link to since her site is down. Waaah!

Tossed into a bucket of greasy wrenches, hammers, bolts and screws, was the torn and discolored picture of a beautiful twenty-eight year old J, his arm slung around Howard as if it had no other place to be. Howard, staring, smeared dark grease into his jeans and squinted with ancient eyes at that deeply tragic beauty. Ass-loving raven-black hair, the smoothest, most translucent skin, a smile that could disarm a Taurus suit, and dark eyes that reflected an abyss of unearthly wisdom. And oh, those luscious, cherry lips... Howard's first and most vicious crush, really, but J had always been so much older. He saw his younger self, barely a teenager, drooling at the other man in desperate hero-worship. With a bitter snort, he crammed it back into his pocket and pulled out the wrench he'd been looking for. When he got back into the house, he ripped the picture into tiny little pieces, and threw it away.

Title: Untitled For Now
Characters/Pairings: 2x3
Team: White Fang
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #8, touch
Warning: Duo has a potty mouth
Author's Notes: Just to make sure White Fang wins! Woot!

( Motherfreakin' )

and

Title: Baby Blues
Characters/Pairings: 6xD
Team: White Fang
Rating: PGish
Word Count: 104
Prompt: #8, touch

( She touched him once, on the thigh. )

Title: Reverence
Characters/Pairings: old Duo
Team: White Fang
Rating: G
Word Count: exactly 100
Prompt: #8, touch
Author's Notes: For Princess, because she said I could do it, and I did. ^^; (and E, because she made me join this thing!)


"Can I touch?"

He was fifty, and a liaison between the rebuilt Maxwell Orphanage and the street rats. Every day he'd travel through the worst sections of the colony, and come back with refugees. Duo was a millionaire, he didn't have to do it. He owned the entire colony, he could hire others to do grunt work. But the children...

Duo knelt, swinging his peppered braid over his shoulder and handing it to tiny, filthy hands. The boy petted it with reverence.

"Wow," he whispered. He touched the braid like it had been transplanted from Jesus' scalp.

"Yeah. S'great. C'mon."