Genre: Future Fic
Disclaimer: I don't own this show I just watch it
Rating: PG-13 language
my Knowledge ofEndless Waltz is sketchy and second hand.)
(23 years the from Gundam Wing events)
Location: L2 colony.
The teenaged girl scurried down the deserted night street. The tattered green knapsack, bouncing along her back. She was almost home, she was almost safe. All the houses on the street were quiet, darkened normal people sleeping away in normal dreams. She got to the end of the street and breathed a sigh of relief, the lights of her house were out, and MAXWELL'S AUTO REPAIR sign was turned off. Safe and secure at last. She snuck up to the door and slipped her key, slowly, slowly turning the lock. She took one step in the door and had barely set her knapsack down. When she heard that familiar voice. "Well, hello there YOUNG LADY." Damn her father, and he had called her young lady, never a good sign, he usually called her Kiddo, he always called her Kiddo, unless she was trouble. The light in the room flicked on. Her father was stretched out on the couch, hands behind his head, feet dangling off the couch, the 'I caught you' smirk on his face, and his long grey streaked braid draped over his left shoulder. Behind him stood her mother, a small slight woman, her brow was furrowed her green eyes were filled with pain. Her face which was still rounded and childlike showed it's more unattractive features in this light the laugh lines, and crows feet. Her hair is a dark bluish, greenish purple behind her head in a sloppy bun. Her father still wore his blue, oil stained work suit, her mother was dressed sensibility in a lavender shirt and grey slacks. "Where were you?" her mother asked asked.
"Ummm a study group...." She said her eyes searching the room.
"A Study group that ends at 1:00 A.M, Callian?" Her father rolled his eyes.
"Ummmm friends?" Callian fumbled.
"We called your friends all of them, you weren't there." Her Mother interjected.
"Was, it a boy Kiddo? Because if that boy knocked up my fifteen year old daughter....... I'LL KILL HIM! I swear I will." Her father said.
"No, no boy dad." Callian said giving a mild a half grin.
"Well, that's good, but for your punishment for breaking curfew, and keep your mother up you will have to....." Her father gave an evil grin, then it faded, he wasn't good at thinking up punishments.
"...Look after your three younger brothers, tomorrow." Her mother finished, getting that same grin on her face.
"BUT Tomorrow's Saturday, this is not fair! Callain whined.
"It's plenty fair, Saturday's our only day off. " Her father smirked.
She slinked off and up the stairs to her bedroom. Then she closed the door and and reached her bed, pulling out a a small black communicator: "Hello, I wasn't able to get the library tonight but tomorrow I'll be there, but my parents are getting supsious, I came home really late tonight and they didn't buy my excuses."
"Maybe, you should consider leaving your parents, you could better serve our purposes away from home." The voice at the other end said.
"No, I couldn't do that it would break their hearts, I can defend them
here, and how are you going to get out of the mental ward anyways?"
"Then, how am I talking to you? When it's against regulations for me to use communication equipment. The voice retorted.
"Good point, I have the code to get in that restricted area."
"Good."
"Cal, out."
She slid the communicator back under her bed and snuggled underneath the covers.
The next morning seemed to come quickly and began with a sharp blow to her stomach. "Ooooff!"
She opened her eyes, and there with his long red flying and impish grin on his face was her five year old brother, Destin, and he was about to jump on her again. She rolled outta the way. "What are doing jumping on my bed?!" Callian demanded.
"Well, its one of the bestest beds to jump on in the whole house!" Destin Shouted with glee, still bouncing up and down on the unoccupied section of the bed.
"Well, you see Des, I'm in THE BED!"
"So, I guess waked you up. Just like Mommy said to. Me n' Solo, Trio, came in here to do that." Destin giggled.
"WHAT???!! All of you are in my room!!" Callian sat bolt upright. She looked around. Solo thirteen with his dark s braid, was rifling through her drawers. Trio ten, with long brownish braid was playing tug of war with Buck the huge Grey great Dane using one of her shirts!
"What in the hell are all of doing in my room?!" She shouted.
Trio, stopped playing with the dog, Solo stopping rifling through her drawers and Destin he was still bouncing on the bed. But not for long. "Oooff, ow!" Callian, had grabbed on his ankles and yanked down, he fell on on butt on the bed.
"Were in your room," said Solo. Holding a small leather bound book. "Because your gonna have move your lazy ass outta bed and make us breakfast."
"Oh, come on guys, how hard IS IT to pour three bowls of chocolate covered sugar cubes?" She said pulling the covers up and rolling over.
"Cal, you forgot today is Saturday. On Saturday, Mom makes pancakes 'n sausage. And Dad makes those.. odd.. crunchy scrambled eggs..."Trio said stroking the dog.
"Okay, Okay, I'm getting up," Callian grumbled, rising from her bed. "All of you out, I need to get dressed." Solo, Trio, Destin and the dog all began to file out. Solo was still clutching the little leather book. She glared at Solo: "Drop my diary, you little creep. " Solo scowled and dropped the diary.
Callian sighed as she got up and looked in the mirror, she looked at herself all her long dark brown hair was tangled and sticking up in strands, she sighed and quickly combed it down. Her face was childish, rounded and the same easy smile as her father, but she had no reason to smile now. She was small and had a agile build. She slipped on a long white shirt and a pair of jeans. And slowly she took out a skull pendant and slipped in it under her shirt. She sighed.
Duo and Hilde where sitting in the living room on a couch, doing a crossword puzzle, relaxing on a Saturday morning for once in a long time, they could relax ignoring the commotion in the kitchen. "Duo, 42 down a five letter word for fool?"
Duo was about to open his mouth, then from the Kitchen Callian Screamed: "Destin, You little IDIOT! Get out of the....."
Both Called into the kitchen: "Thanks Callian!"
In the kitchen there was all around scowling, the breakfast was bad, even the dog wouldn't eat it. Callian was attempting to braid little Destin's hair. "What the hell did you stick in here maple syrup?"
"Yes, well but seemed like a good at the time. It would be tasty when I sucked on it. But then it got funny..." Destin said.
"Well, it's a bitch to comb."
"Ooooh, Cal, said Bitch...."
"Oh, come on Trio, you cuss like it's goin' outta style!"
"Ouch! My hair! You hurt me!"
"Good! now stop squirming!"
"No, I'm not lettin' you!"
And with that Destin took off and the chase ensued. Mom and Dad were laughing themselves silly watching this. Until Callian finally pinned the little imp, right in front of the couch, proceeded to to tie his hair back. How am I going to explain this to Madam E? She thought.
"Okay okay, I feel sorry for you, here take this." Dad gave her a few dollars. "Give them to your brothers go out have a good time."
It was easy getting them out the door not easy trying to keep them together, pulling Destin away from candy, Solo from girlie magazines and Trio from anything shiny. She finally managed to get to her destination.
"Awww, the Library!" Was the collective complanent
"Come on it's not that bad, they have a year's worth of Mad magazine."
"We got that at home, Dad has a subscription MAd at home."
"Yeah, but he doesn't have Cracked."
All three ran in the library. Callian laughed and followed. Now to the hall of records. She wandered through the halls. Typing in the right code could get her access to the information she need and with those Gundam designs and Madam E's help then that indious organization Fellowship of Shadows. She hoped. She typed in the code hardly noticing the wizened old looking over her shoulder. She knew something was up and began to run. There wasn't another access terminal on this floor, to the right and up the stairs, she could see it. she was almost there then in the darkness a hand stopped her quickly she reacted, a round house kick, but her opponentent dodged it then counter attacked as quickly as lighting, a punch to the stomach, she was winded but tried to land another kick. But the bastard just dodged it and grabbed her foot, flipping on her back, she futily tried to kick with her other foot but another hand grasped her ankle. She couldn't do a thing, then from above her a man's voice spoke: "Typical sending a weak oppentent."
"I'm not weak! I'm Plenty strong."
"...."
Nervous thoughts raced through her mind frightening thoughts. "Sa-sir, your not going to rape me?"
"Why would waste my effort on a such ungangly, scrawny, little girl?" He applied pressure to her left ankle and began to twist it.
"Ouch! God dammit, ya, try to break my ankle?"
"Yes."
"What?!" She could hear a sicking crunch as her ankle began to twist. She groaned in pain.
"That Fellowship of Shadows they send a weak girl and they use a weak evil way of defeating their enemies."He leaned over her, it was Asian man. He had white thin hair, a strand fellow over his face, most it was pulled back. oh, god what a face, his eyes where dark and grim, his expression stern, but his cheeks were sunken it seemed as if someone had just stretched skin over a skull. But it was the face of an old warrior or a old god. "They pricked me with this sygrine and now I have a cancer, that has devoured most of body from within, nothing can stop it, it saps my physical strength, they want me to shamed and weak.""
"Look I didn't do. I'm just here for research for a school project. but Mister, what you went through sounds terrible."
"A weak person would say that, I simply endure it." He continued to twist her ankle. Callain simply sighed, and stroked a picture, in her pocket it was her family they were standing in the picture making faces a the camera. Of Course this didn't go unnoticed. "What is that in your hand girl?"
"Nothing."
"I doubt that." He grabbed the picture from her. And looked it over. Then he Let go. "You are the daughter of a fool, but a good fool Go."
He let go of both her ankles and she limped away. He said something as she walked away: " School, project sure,"
that sounds like fools excuse..
~end part one~