This is a story I've been working on for the past year (in between school and other things) and have just recently completed. It is inspired by Gundam Seed/Destiny. In the story, however, only the idea of a mobile suit is borrowed while all characters and storyline are original. Like Gundam, I try to explore the relationships between the characters rather than focusing on the machinery battles.
The story revolves around Danielle Devonston and her friends who are apart of the Earth forces situated on the moon (as to why it'll be explained later). At the begining of the story the time is 2049 and Danielle and friends are just joining the military, having graduated from the Military Academy. I'll try to post a bit background about the story with each chapter and perhaps about the characters as well.
I really hope you like it, it may be different from most fanfiction because it doesn't involved any of the anime characters. But I did put a lot of effort into this and it's the first time I've completed a story (if you read on and count the chapters you'll see what I mean). Enough babbling from me, go ahead and enjoy, comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated.
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There is no longer pain to be felt. As Danielle lies on the white sheets with 2 plastic tubes running up her nose, she made a decision for herself. From then on, she is going to be in charge of her life. In charge, completely. That is the exact moment she chose to become who she is to become years later.
Over her blurry vision she sees a tall figure coming into the room and converses with the nurses and doctors. The character's head seems to possess a golden aura under the florescent light.
She is now alone in this world, alone, by herself, and she is going to be in control of her own destiny. As the man with the blond hair approaches her bed, she tries to get a better look at him, but a wave of nausea grips her and forces her eyes shut. Unwillingly, she allows the darkness to swallow her.
She sits anxiously in the chair, awaiting the man on the other side of the door. Her hazel eyes hidden behind closed eyelids; her rosy lips enveloping perfect white teeth to which the braces came off only last month. Black, with hints of golden brown from natural highlights, her hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail.
Wearing almost no make-up, except a hint of mascara, she looks like a well preserved porcelain doll. Everyone always says her cheeks possess a natural blush.
She slowly opens her eyes, blinks once, and checks her watch. 10:18, they're 3 minutes late. She taps her heel impatiently and walks over to the tall, standing mirror.
Everything looks alright for the occasion, she studies her own reflection, desperate to make sure nothing is out of place. With one last anxious glance at her white sneakers, faded blue jeans, grey sweater, and the red baseball cap that puts half of her face in shade, she walks back to the chair and sits down.
10:25. The door opens and a boy walks out. Upon seeing her his face instantly brightens up, showing a genuine smile extending to his brown eyes. She returns a vague grin, betraying her nervousness.
"We're ready for you," the secretary calls over the intercom, "Ms. Devonston, please come in."