Notes: I haven't written any GW stories in a very long time, and I couldn't find any of my older ones so I've been waiting for some inspiration and today I got some. I thought this could be interesting and I intend to make it far more interesting. Anyways, I hope you like...
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Gundam Wing...
Chapter 1-The Boy Without a Name
Father Maxwell and Sister Helen walked through the dingy streets of the L2 colony looking for lost souls. As they turned down an alley, they saw a group of five children who looked like they lived on the streets. With pity in their hearts, they approached the children. The group backed up a bit apprehensively, but were wondering what the priest and nun could want with them.
"Children," Father Maxwell said gently, "I am Father Maxwell and this is Sister Helen. If you don't mind me asking, do you have a home to go to?" The children all shook their heads and the priest's eyes softened. "Well, we have some rooms at our church if you'd like a place to stay and food to eat. Would you like that?"
With smiles, they all nodded. One looked at the ground timidly...he was the dirtiest of the group and his long chestnut hair was in tatters. "Um...Father?"
"Yes, my son?"
"Why would you be so kind to us?"
"Because I choose to. Now come."
As they sat around the table that night to eat, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen took the opportunity to learn more about their new borders. Father Maxwell pushed his plate forward and smiled at the children. He learned that their names were Solo, Micheru, Koji, and Sakura. He looked at the one with the long chestnut hair and smiled. "And what is your name, son?" The boy lowered his head shamefully and gave no response. "You didn't seem so shy earlier."
"It's not that Father," he sighed, not lifting his eyes to meet the priest's. "I don't have one."
His eyes widened momentarily, but quickly returned to normal. His mind wandered to the prophecy he'd read long ago. A boy with no family, no name… He reached over and lifted the boys chin gently and looked into his eyes. "It's nothing to be ashamed of my boy. You will find your name in time. This is nothing to worry about." He peered deep into the boy's vivid amethyst eyes, a color he'd never seen in his long life. ...and unearthly eyes... "Now please, smile my son. There's no reason to look so down. God has brought you all to us and we will take care of you. Good night, children. Rest well." He walked out of the room and followed the hall to the chapel. He approached the altar and reached for a very old scroll. Opening it carefully, he read the words written in faded ink. A boy with no family, no name, and unearthly eyes will be he who determines the fate of mankind...evil or love. He looked up slowly from the scroll in awe of the moment. "Dear Lord...I believe I've found the boy of the prophecy." He turned toward the giant cross against the wall behind him and dropped to his knees, entwining his fingers before him in prayer. "Thank you, Lord, for entrusting this boy to me. I will see that he is raised well and with all the love I possess." He moved his hand before himself in the shape of a cross and rose to his feet. "I'll go see how he's doing."
Notes: I hope it came out as interesting as I hoped. Please R&R. I'd like to know if I should keep going or not...of course I may just anyways... : )