Even though I'm a parody and comedy writer, this is my second attempt to
create a drama fic, and a first on romance. If the writing looks like it's
rambling a little, it's from too much of reading Scarlet Letter. It's an
insane book, if your teacher assigns it, I would recommend Sparknotes.
As a black Zeon ship headed towards Earth, a new sun rose in far eastern Europe. Like a warm embrace, it's light spread over the land, revealing the life that had waited patiently all night for its return. As it continued to march forward, a sparkle behind an overhang of trees revealed the only object not fully accused with a sun's glorious return each morning. The White Base. The brief reflection of light against the hull was not enough to reveal the powerful destroyer completely, lest it's enemies uncover it. For now, it was more like a gentle beast, a guest in the wilderness.
And up with the dawn was Amuro. Even though he was one of the newest, he was no less important than the other crew members and had his work cut out for him. The whole reason of his existence on the White Base, and possible his existence in the universe at all, depended on his Gundam. A power to save and protect, or a power to destroy, it was his for now. There were only a few how understood it's mechanics like him, so it was his self- appointed duty to maintain as well as pilot.
He had no regrets to his early rising, though. Living on a space colony most of his life, he awoke to artificial light every 'morning', and it was a thrill to see a huge ball a fire rise up from the horizon. As for the rest of the crew, most of them were asleep or at different posts at this time. So it was just him, just him and his technology, just him and the purpose he had devoted his life to. Until. . . . . . .
"Good morning." A sudden human voice startled him, causing him to brake his cart abruptly and almost topple the module he had been taxiing to a higher shelf. He quickly replaced it and turned around. There she was. The older woman.
"Oh! Good morning, Lt. Matilda," Amuro called out as he stumbled out of the cart, readying himself to an attention and salute for his superior officer. He counted it out as his fourth personal meeting with the woman who was quite possible, in his opinion, one of the most beautiful in the universe. 'Has she been watching me this whole time, or is she just taking a shortcut through this deck?' he wondered to himself, foolishly hoping for the first.
"What's this?" she asked, motioning toward the metal block on the shelf.
"Some components for Gundam's upgrade modules. I'm organizing them since I'll have to do repairs myself, makes it easier," he answered briskly. He didn't mean to boast, but in the presence of any officer, especially this woman, it was his nature.
She seemed to sense his strive for attention. "That's quite impressive." Once the boy seemed to glow with pride, she continued on her way to the back staircase.
"Where are you going?" Amuro asked, coming back down to reality just a few steps behind Matilda.
"I'm heading over to the bridge."
Shaking the last bits of paralysis he had received from this woman's beauty, and finally acknowledging his good fortune, he called out to her again.
"I'll show you the way!"
"No, that's fine."
Was she losing interest in him already? He had just had her in the palm of his hand when he showed her his understanding of modules he had received less than a few days ago. 'Time to show this woman how much I really know.'
"Wait! There's a terrific shortcut that would be helpful to know."
As he rushed forward to bring her back to his space, or perhaps to come into hers, he smiled, but strangled himself from the inside. 'That's the corniest thing I've said in my life! Amuro, you baka!' Nevertheless, her interest was sparked again.
"All right."
He glowed again, and the next few minutes of him leading her through the maze of mechas, catwalks, and modules strewn about seemed to fly by. But once inside the mechanics' elevator, his burst of self confidence popped. He and Matilda stared straight forward as the elevator ascended, like any decent military person would. His gaze drifted towards the floor as he began to study a rust-like stain in the corner. 'Isn't this the part in the vids where the two people find something they both like and agree on and get into a really deep conversation about love and all that stuff? What about us? Why can't I do it? Why can't I just have a fun, spontaneous conversation with someone just once in my life?'
Sensing his dilemma, Matilda peeked at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled. Amuro realized that, while deep in thought, his gave had drifted again along the floor and straight at her. Even worse, his gaze wasn't at her face, but where no man should be looking, and certainly not a young pilot! Snapping his head forward towards the door, he glowed, but not brightly with pride as the sun he had just been enjoying a few moments ago, but red with embarrassment.
'Well, that's the worst it can possibly get at least,' he thought. But his embarrassment wasn't over. The elevator was finally reaching its destination, and who would be waiting for an elevator down, but Fraw Bow!
Hearing the hiss of the doors opening, Fraw turned to look at Amuro. Obviously, she was coming down to talk to him. Her face brightened when she realized who his companion was.
"Oh, good morning Lt."
"Good morning." Matilda nodded towards the young girl and continued on her way. Amuro tried to follow her inconspicuously, but was pulled back by Fraw the second he exited the door.
"Amuro!" she hissed at him, like the airtight door. He stumbled off balance and turned to look at his childhood friend. Her eyes had turned harsh, as they were before she saw Matilda. Back in the colonies, she had been somewhat of a babysitter and a caretaker to him while his father was at work, which seemed to be every hour of every day. Still, he very rarely recognized and returned her charity, and she became even more tyrannical, as a mother trying to reach out to a misguided son. She had long since believed the woman he longed for was quick to drop him right before the beginning of a battle, causing his heart to be shredded and he would fight in a rage, as if each death was a piece of his heart being regained. Of course, as arrogant as he was, he would take Matilda as his encouragement during a battle.
"You promised me you would fix the air conditioner in my room once you finished breakfast!" she said in a loud whisper, as she steadied his arm while keeping it in a firm grip.
Amuro was certainly not in the mood to be scolded by someone of his age, not while he had a woman to pursue. He looked into her eyes just as harshly, both of they're eyes narrowing. Their silent battle, unseen by anyone, would have repercussions later. The only one on the entire ship who wouldn't be able to see the feelings that Fraw was giving to Amuro in such a way was Amuro himself, and he pulled back his arm aggressively. He muttered a quick "Oh?" and hurried along to the side of the officer once again.
"Hmph." Fraw pulled her hand to her heart, but crossed her arms before any of the millions of unseen eyes could see her pain. 'How pig-headed can one person be?' Amuro and Matilda rounded the corner, never seeing the girl's heart breaking, and yet, she found herself caught between angrily willing him to continue with his 'mistake', and wishing he'd look back, see her heart being crushed, and return to her arms. His whole life, he had basically ignored her and everything she did for him. She was invisible, taken for granted. He was the only thing she had left, with her family taken away from her by war, and yet, every day he drifted farther and farther into his own world of hatred, revenge, and bloodshed. She did not look upon him as an innocent who admired the sun he had never seen, but as a boy who had been corrupted by the evils of the world.
"Hmph. Hmph. Hmph." Then she saw that a pair of eyes had seen her pain, even if those eyes were mechanical. Haro, a small robot Amuro had invented a few years ago, bounced up and down beside her. This little metallic ball had seemed to take a liking for her, and in some ways reminded her of Amuro when he was in his own little world. It comforted her at times, but right now it's mimicking was the last thing she needed.
"Quit it!" Fraw yelled, kicking Haro sideways with an explosive burst of fury. Haro bounced along the hallway, ricocheting of walls and doors. She immediately felt a pang of guilt, for when she looked at Haro, she saw Amuro, falling away from her, when all she wanted was for him to be closer.
R+R!!!
As a black Zeon ship headed towards Earth, a new sun rose in far eastern Europe. Like a warm embrace, it's light spread over the land, revealing the life that had waited patiently all night for its return. As it continued to march forward, a sparkle behind an overhang of trees revealed the only object not fully accused with a sun's glorious return each morning. The White Base. The brief reflection of light against the hull was not enough to reveal the powerful destroyer completely, lest it's enemies uncover it. For now, it was more like a gentle beast, a guest in the wilderness.
And up with the dawn was Amuro. Even though he was one of the newest, he was no less important than the other crew members and had his work cut out for him. The whole reason of his existence on the White Base, and possible his existence in the universe at all, depended on his Gundam. A power to save and protect, or a power to destroy, it was his for now. There were only a few how understood it's mechanics like him, so it was his self- appointed duty to maintain as well as pilot.
He had no regrets to his early rising, though. Living on a space colony most of his life, he awoke to artificial light every 'morning', and it was a thrill to see a huge ball a fire rise up from the horizon. As for the rest of the crew, most of them were asleep or at different posts at this time. So it was just him, just him and his technology, just him and the purpose he had devoted his life to. Until. . . . . . .
"Good morning." A sudden human voice startled him, causing him to brake his cart abruptly and almost topple the module he had been taxiing to a higher shelf. He quickly replaced it and turned around. There she was. The older woman.
"Oh! Good morning, Lt. Matilda," Amuro called out as he stumbled out of the cart, readying himself to an attention and salute for his superior officer. He counted it out as his fourth personal meeting with the woman who was quite possible, in his opinion, one of the most beautiful in the universe. 'Has she been watching me this whole time, or is she just taking a shortcut through this deck?' he wondered to himself, foolishly hoping for the first.
"What's this?" she asked, motioning toward the metal block on the shelf.
"Some components for Gundam's upgrade modules. I'm organizing them since I'll have to do repairs myself, makes it easier," he answered briskly. He didn't mean to boast, but in the presence of any officer, especially this woman, it was his nature.
She seemed to sense his strive for attention. "That's quite impressive." Once the boy seemed to glow with pride, she continued on her way to the back staircase.
"Where are you going?" Amuro asked, coming back down to reality just a few steps behind Matilda.
"I'm heading over to the bridge."
Shaking the last bits of paralysis he had received from this woman's beauty, and finally acknowledging his good fortune, he called out to her again.
"I'll show you the way!"
"No, that's fine."
Was she losing interest in him already? He had just had her in the palm of his hand when he showed her his understanding of modules he had received less than a few days ago. 'Time to show this woman how much I really know.'
"Wait! There's a terrific shortcut that would be helpful to know."
As he rushed forward to bring her back to his space, or perhaps to come into hers, he smiled, but strangled himself from the inside. 'That's the corniest thing I've said in my life! Amuro, you baka!' Nevertheless, her interest was sparked again.
"All right."
He glowed again, and the next few minutes of him leading her through the maze of mechas, catwalks, and modules strewn about seemed to fly by. But once inside the mechanics' elevator, his burst of self confidence popped. He and Matilda stared straight forward as the elevator ascended, like any decent military person would. His gaze drifted towards the floor as he began to study a rust-like stain in the corner. 'Isn't this the part in the vids where the two people find something they both like and agree on and get into a really deep conversation about love and all that stuff? What about us? Why can't I do it? Why can't I just have a fun, spontaneous conversation with someone just once in my life?'
Sensing his dilemma, Matilda peeked at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled. Amuro realized that, while deep in thought, his gave had drifted again along the floor and straight at her. Even worse, his gaze wasn't at her face, but where no man should be looking, and certainly not a young pilot! Snapping his head forward towards the door, he glowed, but not brightly with pride as the sun he had just been enjoying a few moments ago, but red with embarrassment.
'Well, that's the worst it can possibly get at least,' he thought. But his embarrassment wasn't over. The elevator was finally reaching its destination, and who would be waiting for an elevator down, but Fraw Bow!
Hearing the hiss of the doors opening, Fraw turned to look at Amuro. Obviously, she was coming down to talk to him. Her face brightened when she realized who his companion was.
"Oh, good morning Lt."
"Good morning." Matilda nodded towards the young girl and continued on her way. Amuro tried to follow her inconspicuously, but was pulled back by Fraw the second he exited the door.
"Amuro!" she hissed at him, like the airtight door. He stumbled off balance and turned to look at his childhood friend. Her eyes had turned harsh, as they were before she saw Matilda. Back in the colonies, she had been somewhat of a babysitter and a caretaker to him while his father was at work, which seemed to be every hour of every day. Still, he very rarely recognized and returned her charity, and she became even more tyrannical, as a mother trying to reach out to a misguided son. She had long since believed the woman he longed for was quick to drop him right before the beginning of a battle, causing his heart to be shredded and he would fight in a rage, as if each death was a piece of his heart being regained. Of course, as arrogant as he was, he would take Matilda as his encouragement during a battle.
"You promised me you would fix the air conditioner in my room once you finished breakfast!" she said in a loud whisper, as she steadied his arm while keeping it in a firm grip.
Amuro was certainly not in the mood to be scolded by someone of his age, not while he had a woman to pursue. He looked into her eyes just as harshly, both of they're eyes narrowing. Their silent battle, unseen by anyone, would have repercussions later. The only one on the entire ship who wouldn't be able to see the feelings that Fraw was giving to Amuro in such a way was Amuro himself, and he pulled back his arm aggressively. He muttered a quick "Oh?" and hurried along to the side of the officer once again.
"Hmph." Fraw pulled her hand to her heart, but crossed her arms before any of the millions of unseen eyes could see her pain. 'How pig-headed can one person be?' Amuro and Matilda rounded the corner, never seeing the girl's heart breaking, and yet, she found herself caught between angrily willing him to continue with his 'mistake', and wishing he'd look back, see her heart being crushed, and return to her arms. His whole life, he had basically ignored her and everything she did for him. She was invisible, taken for granted. He was the only thing she had left, with her family taken away from her by war, and yet, every day he drifted farther and farther into his own world of hatred, revenge, and bloodshed. She did not look upon him as an innocent who admired the sun he had never seen, but as a boy who had been corrupted by the evils of the world.
"Hmph. Hmph. Hmph." Then she saw that a pair of eyes had seen her pain, even if those eyes were mechanical. Haro, a small robot Amuro had invented a few years ago, bounced up and down beside her. This little metallic ball had seemed to take a liking for her, and in some ways reminded her of Amuro when he was in his own little world. It comforted her at times, but right now it's mimicking was the last thing she needed.
"Quit it!" Fraw yelled, kicking Haro sideways with an explosive burst of fury. Haro bounced along the hallway, ricocheting of walls and doors. She immediately felt a pang of guilt, for when she looked at Haro, she saw Amuro, falling away from her, when all she wanted was for him to be closer.
R+R!!!
