Anguish
Prologue: Golden Fields and Setting Suns
By: Saint Gregory
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... Sue me go ahead... Sue me for what though? Honoring your Americanized Anime Show?
A/N: Same Name entirely different plot. It came to me when I was listening to a mix of Russian TATU and Little by Little and Sea-saw. It'll be a bit odd in the beginning for a bit I have to get back into writing
The wind flew over the plain fields of the Small country of Gourd. A flyspeck country little more than the size of a small city, yet it had all the pride of ancient country that had never know defeat. Odd though knowing that it had never even been in a war. Its entire population, each with his or her own mobile suit, could not even form a decent army.
Heero sat in his chair gracefully accepting the wind, even though it was pushing more hot air at him. He wore what was needed for the job and nothing more, shorts and a tank top. It wasn't like his old boxer=like spandex shorts but actually shorts that went past his knees. Sitting here was claming you could see everything for miles around with it's rolling fields of Wheat and other grains.
It makes you forget everything.... Like a pill or drug but more addictive this is a life that any could get used too. It was clam albeit hot but calm and nothing really happens. His chair squeaked as he leaned further back. The days are the same and it's feels great here. I could get used to this...
Heero drifted off into a restful sleep imaging the golden fields and setting sun.
Prologue: Golden Fields and Setting Suns
By: Saint Gregory
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... Sue me go ahead... Sue me for what though? Honoring your Americanized Anime Show?
A/N: Same Name entirely different plot. It came to me when I was listening to a mix of Russian TATU and Little by Little and Sea-saw. It'll be a bit odd in the beginning for a bit I have to get back into writing
The wind flew over the plain fields of the Small country of Gourd. A flyspeck country little more than the size of a small city, yet it had all the pride of ancient country that had never know defeat. Odd though knowing that it had never even been in a war. Its entire population, each with his or her own mobile suit, could not even form a decent army.
Heero sat in his chair gracefully accepting the wind, even though it was pushing more hot air at him. He wore what was needed for the job and nothing more, shorts and a tank top. It wasn't like his old boxer=like spandex shorts but actually shorts that went past his knees. Sitting here was claming you could see everything for miles around with it's rolling fields of Wheat and other grains.
It makes you forget everything.... Like a pill or drug but more addictive this is a life that any could get used too. It was clam albeit hot but calm and nothing really happens. His chair squeaked as he leaned further back. The days are the same and it's feels great here. I could get used to this...
Heero drifted off into a restful sleep imaging the golden fields and setting sun.