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Chang Wufei watched as Heero Yuy left the hanger. He was the last one working, the previous battle having been quite rough for him. He finished up the last of his repairs and sighed, looking around the cavernous room. He climbed down from the cockpit of his Gundam. "Sleep well, Nataku," he whispered as he laid a loving hand on the foot of his mobile suit. Then he too left for the comfort of his bed. "Hey…hey, are you guys still awake?" a voice (sounding much too much like Duo Maxwell’s) echoed through the deserted hanger. "I am now," a female voice grumbled from the opposite end. "Jeez, don’t get your wires in a bunch, Nataku. Did you have a bad mission or something?" "No," she snapped. "I don’t have bad missions. Not like some suits around here." "How many times do I have to say it was an accident?!" a new voice protested. Its high pitched whine made the others’ Gundanium alloy crawl. "I’m not talking about you, Wing. Go back to sleep," Nataku said harshly. "Now, now, be nice," a deep voice boomed, "let’s not get into another argument. Remember what happened last time?" Surprisingly enough there was silence for a few minutes. Then: "So, Heavyarms, got anything going on tomorrow?" Deathscythe asked. "No," he said in his flat voice. "That’s cool. Me and Duo don’t either. He’s gonna do a few upgrades. Ya know…the usual…we’re gonna hang out and stuff." "…" "So how come you and Trowa never talk and stuff?" "…" "Riiight…So Sandrock, what’s going on with you tomorrow?" "Oh I think Quatre and I are going to take the day off," his deep baritone rolled. "Sounds nice." "Yes, he deserves a rest." "Well…I’m getting sleepy. G’night," Deathscythe yawned. Choruses of good nights thundered through out the hanger and then all was quiet. Five minutes later someone (of course) had to go and ruin it… "Why doesn’t Heero ever hang out with me? We never talk – " "Wing…" "unless it’s about the mission – " "Wing." "That’s all it ever is! Mission this, mission that – " "Wing!" "What about my needs? He never even – " "WING!" "asked me if I was okay with self-destructing and I – " "SHUT UP, WING!" "I feel so used. No one loves me," he finished pathetically. "Maybe Heero can’t stand to be around you, weakling," Nataku spat. "Nataku! You – " "That’s enough!" Sandrock roared. Wing was even starting to grate on his sensors, and that was hard to do. "I think we’re all tired. Let’s try and get some rest." "Okay," grumbled Nataku. "Okay," sniffled Wing. "I just wish Heero was a little more caring that’s all." "I’m sure he’ll come around, Wing," Sandrock soothed. The fatherly Gundam always knew exactly what to say to calm his comrades’ systems. They were all on the verge of sleep when they heard the slap of bare feet on concrete. "Now look what you’ve done! You’ve woken them up. You know, I hope it’s your butt that gets captured and taken apart by OZ when one of them falls asleep at the controls," Nataku cursed at Wing. "Hey, I was only – " Wing started. "Oi, Deathscythe!" he called, his voice graveled with sleep. "Yeah, Duo?" "Keep it down, will ya? I’m tryin’ to sleep!" "Gomen, Duo-kun." "Thanks. G’night." "G’night." And finally after a scolding from one of the pilots, the restless Gundams settled down to sleep. "…Heero never would have picked up on our conversation…" "WING!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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"Shh!" hissed Deathscythe. They all fell silent as Duo Maxwell walked in. He stood in the doorway, stifling a yawn and rubbing his eyes.