Ok, here it goes! This is my first so be kind! But I do like constructive critisim. I own nothing but the plot and that stuff!!! And even if you did decide to sue me all you'd get is four, pathetic, dollars, a dog a cat and a goat, and a whole lotta books nobody but me is interested in. But you can't anyway because I OWN NOTHING!!!!!!! thankyou.
Rshhhhh, flp, flp, flp. The sound of rushing wings echos and a voice as cold and lifeless as a statue's
gaze calls out into the darkness. . . " I shall always be alone. "
"Ahhh!. . . Ow!. . .Crap! " A young man seeming to be about the age of sixteen years walked or tripped through an overgrown path." I swear if I don't find that stupid car I am gonna track that man down! It figures, the only part of this kind is in an old, broken down car in the middle of a freakin' forest! Shinigami has a real great sense of humor." He muttered to himself as he stumbled through a small thicket of brush. " Ow, shit! "He growled as a branch caught his long, brown, braid causeing him to stumble. " Oh, I'm sure that if the guys were here right now they would be laughing their damn asses off! Well except Heero and Trowa. . . But Wu-man would have a good time with it. " He looked sad for a moment but finaly succeeded in untangling his hair from its captor.
He continued fighting his way through the bushes and trees while curseing every deity known to man. Unfortunatly he didn't see the stray root that was in his path. "Ahhh!" He yelled as he rolled down the small, rocky hill. "Grrrrr. My luck really sucks. . ." He looked up to find a strange, silver-white, rose in his face, it scent faintly like a sweet perfume. He shifted his cobalt gaze from the floral jewel to the small glade into which he had fallen. " What the hell?. . ." The entire glade was completely covered in the flowers, it was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever beheld. The morning mist still lingered in this place, and it covered the flowers like tiny diamonds, turning the glade itself into a work of art. It could not be that of Earth but of Heaven.
He stared around him in wonder but that was soon shattered as the familiar feeling of being watched washed over him like an ocean wave dureing a storm. He searched around him with his eagle sharp eyes and found nothing but the roses. . . And a lock of silver-white hair comeing from behind a tree. He waded through the flowers, winceing as their thorns mercelessly stabbed his legs. He breifly wondered as to why he was doing this but a sudden feeling of urgence assailed him and all of his senses went numb to all other feelings. He darted around the tree and found, standing in the mist, a goddess. He stared at her and committed every detail to memory.
She was not tall at all, he guessed her only to be around 5', but she gave the strong, intimidateing, impression of unfathomable power. Her hair fell strait to her ankles in silver-white, lengths of liveing silk, except for a small amount that crowned her head in a single braid that glimmered with the many, tiny diamonds arrayed upon it. Her skin was the whitest of ivory and her lips were the very epiphany of a blushing pink rose in its prime. She wore a long cloake of blinding white that fastened, in the middle, by a beautifuly crafted silver and diamond broach. Underneath it she wore armor that fit her form perfectly and seemed to be made by nothing but the purest of silver. It was decorated with diamonds and ivory and that of runes he could not read. On her left hip, hanging from her belt, was a splended sword, strapped to her back was a magnificent bow and a full quiver of silver arrows, and in her left hand she grasped a crystal staff with an eight-pointed star sparkeling from its peak. One just as beautiful graced her brow. But even with all of her beauty, it was her eyes that struck him the most. They were so pale a blue that they could be perceived as silver and were as intense as a flame against her coloring, or lack there of. But her eyes were cold and dead with a deep, deep sorrow hideing within their crystaline depths.
The man closed his eyes breifly from their sorrow, only to find, when he reopened them, that she was gone. He laughed lightly to himself and shook his head, imediatly putting the vision off as his over active imageination coupled with the effects of the half-frozen mist. To think, he almost started to beleive he was seeing the silhouettes of two, large, wings!
He made his way back through the flowers and started up the hill while, as usual, he cursed enough to make a sailor blush. He reached the top of the hill and found himself stareing into two silver-blue eyes. "Ahh!" He yelped as he fell on his butt. For a moment he thought her to be the goddess, for her features were identical to that of the mist, vision. But, no. Her hair was indeed silver-white but it dirty and fell in tangles to her ankles, and there was no sign of a diamond studded braid upon her head. Her skin and lips were dirty and scratched but their color was obvious. She wore no armor or weaponry but a blue T-shirt and a pair of torn up jeans. Hanging from her shoulders was a long length of dirty mateirial that was tied, in the middle, by a knot and might have been, at one time, white. But what had given him the idea in the first place was her eyes, they were exactly the same, great limpid pools of silver and sorrow. She seemed to be around his age but her eyes told of many more years, in other words he had no idea as to her actual age. As he looked upon her he decided that she was, or could be, beautiful, and that she was in a state of terrible pain and lonelyness. ' Well, I can't just leave her can I?. . .' he thought. " Hey there! " he exclaimed, makeing her jump slightly. He reached out and took her hand, pulling them both up. " Duo Maxwell, pleased to meet ya! " He said energetically. She looked up at him and something kindled in her cold eyes at his face cracking grin. " So, do you have somewhere to go? You know a house or something?" He asked as politely as possible and watched as her eyes turned, one more, into ice as her sorrow grew. " No. " Her whispered answer barely reached his ears but the sound of bells filled his mind. "Well then, I just can't leave a gorgeous girl like you in the middle of the woods, now can I? Would you like to come stay with me?" She stared up at him for a moment due to shock then the ice melted and a small smile came to life upon her lips. "Yes. " She said in beautiful ringing tones. "Good! Maybe with you at home things won't be so damn boreing!" She laughed at his remark, a sound not unlike rain upon silver.
They walked through the woods in companiable silence until Duo stopped her. " Oh wait!, I never got your name!" He said. She looked up at him, still smileing.
"My name is Serenity. Serenity Cosmos."
Thanks for readin' PLEASE REVEIW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ * PerfectSoldgierGirl
Rshhhhh, flp, flp, flp. The sound of rushing wings echos and a voice as cold and lifeless as a statue's
gaze calls out into the darkness. . . " I shall always be alone. "
"Ahhh!. . . Ow!. . .Crap! " A young man seeming to be about the age of sixteen years walked or tripped through an overgrown path." I swear if I don't find that stupid car I am gonna track that man down! It figures, the only part of this kind is in an old, broken down car in the middle of a freakin' forest! Shinigami has a real great sense of humor." He muttered to himself as he stumbled through a small thicket of brush. " Ow, shit! "He growled as a branch caught his long, brown, braid causeing him to stumble. " Oh, I'm sure that if the guys were here right now they would be laughing their damn asses off! Well except Heero and Trowa. . . But Wu-man would have a good time with it. " He looked sad for a moment but finaly succeeded in untangling his hair from its captor.
He continued fighting his way through the bushes and trees while curseing every deity known to man. Unfortunatly he didn't see the stray root that was in his path. "Ahhh!" He yelled as he rolled down the small, rocky hill. "Grrrrr. My luck really sucks. . ." He looked up to find a strange, silver-white, rose in his face, it scent faintly like a sweet perfume. He shifted his cobalt gaze from the floral jewel to the small glade into which he had fallen. " What the hell?. . ." The entire glade was completely covered in the flowers, it was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever beheld. The morning mist still lingered in this place, and it covered the flowers like tiny diamonds, turning the glade itself into a work of art. It could not be that of Earth but of Heaven.
He stared around him in wonder but that was soon shattered as the familiar feeling of being watched washed over him like an ocean wave dureing a storm. He searched around him with his eagle sharp eyes and found nothing but the roses. . . And a lock of silver-white hair comeing from behind a tree. He waded through the flowers, winceing as their thorns mercelessly stabbed his legs. He breifly wondered as to why he was doing this but a sudden feeling of urgence assailed him and all of his senses went numb to all other feelings. He darted around the tree and found, standing in the mist, a goddess. He stared at her and committed every detail to memory.
She was not tall at all, he guessed her only to be around 5', but she gave the strong, intimidateing, impression of unfathomable power. Her hair fell strait to her ankles in silver-white, lengths of liveing silk, except for a small amount that crowned her head in a single braid that glimmered with the many, tiny diamonds arrayed upon it. Her skin was the whitest of ivory and her lips were the very epiphany of a blushing pink rose in its prime. She wore a long cloake of blinding white that fastened, in the middle, by a beautifuly crafted silver and diamond broach. Underneath it she wore armor that fit her form perfectly and seemed to be made by nothing but the purest of silver. It was decorated with diamonds and ivory and that of runes he could not read. On her left hip, hanging from her belt, was a splended sword, strapped to her back was a magnificent bow and a full quiver of silver arrows, and in her left hand she grasped a crystal staff with an eight-pointed star sparkeling from its peak. One just as beautiful graced her brow. But even with all of her beauty, it was her eyes that struck him the most. They were so pale a blue that they could be perceived as silver and were as intense as a flame against her coloring, or lack there of. But her eyes were cold and dead with a deep, deep sorrow hideing within their crystaline depths.
The man closed his eyes breifly from their sorrow, only to find, when he reopened them, that she was gone. He laughed lightly to himself and shook his head, imediatly putting the vision off as his over active imageination coupled with the effects of the half-frozen mist. To think, he almost started to beleive he was seeing the silhouettes of two, large, wings!
He made his way back through the flowers and started up the hill while, as usual, he cursed enough to make a sailor blush. He reached the top of the hill and found himself stareing into two silver-blue eyes. "Ahh!" He yelped as he fell on his butt. For a moment he thought her to be the goddess, for her features were identical to that of the mist, vision. But, no. Her hair was indeed silver-white but it dirty and fell in tangles to her ankles, and there was no sign of a diamond studded braid upon her head. Her skin and lips were dirty and scratched but their color was obvious. She wore no armor or weaponry but a blue T-shirt and a pair of torn up jeans. Hanging from her shoulders was a long length of dirty mateirial that was tied, in the middle, by a knot and might have been, at one time, white. But what had given him the idea in the first place was her eyes, they were exactly the same, great limpid pools of silver and sorrow. She seemed to be around his age but her eyes told of many more years, in other words he had no idea as to her actual age. As he looked upon her he decided that she was, or could be, beautiful, and that she was in a state of terrible pain and lonelyness. ' Well, I can't just leave her can I?. . .' he thought. " Hey there! " he exclaimed, makeing her jump slightly. He reached out and took her hand, pulling them both up. " Duo Maxwell, pleased to meet ya! " He said energetically. She looked up at him and something kindled in her cold eyes at his face cracking grin. " So, do you have somewhere to go? You know a house or something?" He asked as politely as possible and watched as her eyes turned, one more, into ice as her sorrow grew. " No. " Her whispered answer barely reached his ears but the sound of bells filled his mind. "Well then, I just can't leave a gorgeous girl like you in the middle of the woods, now can I? Would you like to come stay with me?" She stared up at him for a moment due to shock then the ice melted and a small smile came to life upon her lips. "Yes. " She said in beautiful ringing tones. "Good! Maybe with you at home things won't be so damn boreing!" She laughed at his remark, a sound not unlike rain upon silver.
They walked through the woods in companiable silence until Duo stopped her. " Oh wait!, I never got your name!" He said. She looked up at him, still smileing.
"My name is Serenity. Serenity Cosmos."
Thanks for readin' PLEASE REVEIW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ * PerfectSoldgierGirl