I don't own or wish to own Gundam Wing. I mean, I'm not the most responsible persona dn can you believe how much work that'd be? Directing, drawing, finding the right voice actor? Its a mess! I don't own the show or plan to in the near future!
Chapter One: Rebirth
The stars were beautiful. There was no place like a green pasture at the end of a small town at night. Despite the political wars waged by hypocrits, the universe was a beautiful and untameable place. The boy smiled inspite of himself.
He was only fifteen and was blessed with the misfortune of knowing between right and wrong. Many humans go their whole lives, walking the line of right and wrong like a balance beam. Often, we slip and fall on one side or the other. You fall to one side, a net catches you and pushes you back up to the balance. You fall to the other side, you fall into the foam pit and its difficult to get out of a retain that balance.
The boy's hair was a dark brown and his eyes a brillant blue. His grandfather had been a gundam pilot, waging in a great war. He had been a silent man with stubborn ambition. A lost warrior with no sense of right or wrong. From his mistakes and victories, this boy new the differnce between right and wrong. His grandfather was known as Heero Yuy.
"Yaki! Kagayaki Hogo!" his mother was calling to him.
He quickly sat up, revealing his torn blue jeans and white shirt. As he stood, his golden retirever, Sammy, joined him as he ran to the house.
"Coming mom!" he called with glee.
He laughed as his dog ran beside him. He sped a little faster and the dog matched and exceeded the boy's speed. Sammy turned his head, his big tongue hanging out of his mouth and his white teeth shining. It looked like he was laughing at the boy with a strange smile. Yaki returned the smile as he chased his dog. The two stopped as they reached Yaki's back fence. The boy opened it adn headed into the house.
His home looked like a typical home except for all the electronics inside. His mother stood at the microwave, holind a plate adn nodded to an empty seat at the table. Yaki sat and smiled as he smelled the food.
His mother didn't have the same brown hair he did but had curly, blond hair and gray eyes. She pulled the dinner out of the microwave and onto the plate. She put it down before her sone and joined him at the table. He smiled and dug into the meal.
"Your father called." his mother said, a sad look in her eyes as she lowered her head.
Yaki raised his head, pasta hanging from his mouth. His eyeborws lowered as his anger raised. Yaki's father was a political figure who supported a new war. The colonies, earth and political rebels were budding heads again. The boy remembered stories of his grandfather, which helped fuel his anger.
"What did he want?" Yaki asked coldly.
His mother paused a second. The boy slurpped up his pasta and waited for the answer.
"He wants to meet you at Mars. He wants to give you something." she sighed.
"Took him long enough to care. He ignores me my whole life and now I have a present at Mars. How kind of him." Yaki returned his attention to his food.
"He is your father." she sighed.
"Not much of one."
"Yaki!"
"I'll be in my room."
He left the table and went into hs bedroom and locked the door. His walls were decorated with posters of the gundams of his grandfather's time. His favorite was the Deathscythe Hell. It had been his godfather's, Duo Maxwell's, before he died of Lukemia a few months ago. Now it sat in pieces at the bottom of Duo's son's hanger on L2.
Yaki laid down on his bed and stared at his ceiling. When he was little, he had tried to break through the ceiling and make a sky light so he could watch the stars. He had hit the ceiling once, the hammer fell loose and hit his head, knocking him unconscious.
He turned over in his bed and looked at his poster of Mars and sighed.
See yah soon dad...
Chapter One: Rebirth
The stars were beautiful. There was no place like a green pasture at the end of a small town at night. Despite the political wars waged by hypocrits, the universe was a beautiful and untameable place. The boy smiled inspite of himself.
He was only fifteen and was blessed with the misfortune of knowing between right and wrong. Many humans go their whole lives, walking the line of right and wrong like a balance beam. Often, we slip and fall on one side or the other. You fall to one side, a net catches you and pushes you back up to the balance. You fall to the other side, you fall into the foam pit and its difficult to get out of a retain that balance.
The boy's hair was a dark brown and his eyes a brillant blue. His grandfather had been a gundam pilot, waging in a great war. He had been a silent man with stubborn ambition. A lost warrior with no sense of right or wrong. From his mistakes and victories, this boy new the differnce between right and wrong. His grandfather was known as Heero Yuy.
"Yaki! Kagayaki Hogo!" his mother was calling to him.
He quickly sat up, revealing his torn blue jeans and white shirt. As he stood, his golden retirever, Sammy, joined him as he ran to the house.
"Coming mom!" he called with glee.
He laughed as his dog ran beside him. He sped a little faster and the dog matched and exceeded the boy's speed. Sammy turned his head, his big tongue hanging out of his mouth and his white teeth shining. It looked like he was laughing at the boy with a strange smile. Yaki returned the smile as he chased his dog. The two stopped as they reached Yaki's back fence. The boy opened it adn headed into the house.
His home looked like a typical home except for all the electronics inside. His mother stood at the microwave, holind a plate adn nodded to an empty seat at the table. Yaki sat and smiled as he smelled the food.
His mother didn't have the same brown hair he did but had curly, blond hair and gray eyes. She pulled the dinner out of the microwave and onto the plate. She put it down before her sone and joined him at the table. He smiled and dug into the meal.
"Your father called." his mother said, a sad look in her eyes as she lowered her head.
Yaki raised his head, pasta hanging from his mouth. His eyeborws lowered as his anger raised. Yaki's father was a political figure who supported a new war. The colonies, earth and political rebels were budding heads again. The boy remembered stories of his grandfather, which helped fuel his anger.
"What did he want?" Yaki asked coldly.
His mother paused a second. The boy slurpped up his pasta and waited for the answer.
"He wants to meet you at Mars. He wants to give you something." she sighed.
"Took him long enough to care. He ignores me my whole life and now I have a present at Mars. How kind of him." Yaki returned his attention to his food.
"He is your father." she sighed.
"Not much of one."
"Yaki!"
"I'll be in my room."
He left the table and went into hs bedroom and locked the door. His walls were decorated with posters of the gundams of his grandfather's time. His favorite was the Deathscythe Hell. It had been his godfather's, Duo Maxwell's, before he died of Lukemia a few months ago. Now it sat in pieces at the bottom of Duo's son's hanger on L2.
Yaki laid down on his bed and stared at his ceiling. When he was little, he had tried to break through the ceiling and make a sky light so he could watch the stars. He had hit the ceiling once, the hammer fell loose and hit his head, knocking him unconscious.
He turned over in his bed and looked at his poster of Mars and sighed.
See yah soon dad...