Working Title: Gundam Wing/Gladiator.
Author: Black Pheonix
The clash of the iron sword, the cheer of the gathered crowd, the smell of another mands blood, these are all aspects of the life of an ancient roman gladiator.
Beggers and theives thrown into the collasium, punishment for their crimes and amusement for the upper class rats.
Many men enteres and at the end, only one leaves the ring alive, something not even one.
But than there came one. A single man from the unknown lands, thrown into the thick of the gladiators life and leaving once again, victorious.
This man, the rats, 'Perfect Soldier'. A ragged 16 year old boy of sorts. No one knew him before he entered the rings and outside the crowd, noone knew him whence he left. Everyone loved him through, or admired his skill in the very least, his assassins precision. And the ladies loved his child like beauty. Mussed brown hair that falls into his cold, cobalt blue eyes and chisled, deadly serious face.
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Upon the royal balcony seat, another beauty graced the crowds of the barbaric ring. Duo Maxwell, heir to the Roman Empire and by far the most desired man to enter an soon to rule, Rome.
At the tender age of 15, he is pampared to the point of being a spoiled brat and yet he is gentle and caring, everywhere but in the gladiators area that is.
His father doesn't know, can not know that Duo is the masked fighter all dressed in black(1) known as 'Shinigami', it would mean a hundred lashes for him. But Duo would never give ti up, the fighting, the feel of another mans flesh cut and peirced upon his blade, the adrenaline rush, it was all too much fun for him, to much a joy and part of his life to let it all pass by and sit upon the thrown, and I don't mean the one that needs to be emptied everyday(2).
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"Yuy, you are MY Gladiator, MY perfect soldier. There is only one gladiator left in all of Rome that not only stands undefeted, but with the highest body count and the longest running without sustaining a single injury. You must kill him." Dr.J lectured Heero again, though it didn't matter, Heero Yuy listened with quiet indignation and wrote his own mission peramiters in his mind.
"Ninmu Ryoku" Heero's expression never changed, he simply turned and wen tabout his work for the day, sharpening his blades and cleaning the blood from his otherwise spotless armour before working through his training katas. The norms of the 'Perfect Soldier'
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"I'm Bored!" Duo whines, ever since the tournament started, he had been sitting on the edge of his seat or bouncing off the walls in anticpation of his scheduled fight with the 'Perfect Soldier' as the crowd refered to him. Now he was just plain bored! It had been 3 weeks since the beginning of the tournament nd there was still another 2 to go! BORING! He had nothing to do but practive, watch the games as men died at other mens swords, and pikes, and sometimes the archers bow, but inevitably, he had to WAIT.
Duo hated waiting, he was definatly not known for his patience, that was his fathers, Solos, area of expertice. Solo had to be patient of he would have killed his disobedient, rambunctious son many, many years ago.
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(1) Okay, I admit it, I kinda stole this line from The Mask Of Zorro.
(2) Yet another movie steel. this time, Everafter
I couldn't help it! *laughs*
Author: Black Pheonix
The clash of the iron sword, the cheer of the gathered crowd, the smell of another mands blood, these are all aspects of the life of an ancient roman gladiator.
Beggers and theives thrown into the collasium, punishment for their crimes and amusement for the upper class rats.
Many men enteres and at the end, only one leaves the ring alive, something not even one.
But than there came one. A single man from the unknown lands, thrown into the thick of the gladiators life and leaving once again, victorious.
This man, the rats, 'Perfect Soldier'. A ragged 16 year old boy of sorts. No one knew him before he entered the rings and outside the crowd, noone knew him whence he left. Everyone loved him through, or admired his skill in the very least, his assassins precision. And the ladies loved his child like beauty. Mussed brown hair that falls into his cold, cobalt blue eyes and chisled, deadly serious face.
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@
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Upon the royal balcony seat, another beauty graced the crowds of the barbaric ring. Duo Maxwell, heir to the Roman Empire and by far the most desired man to enter an soon to rule, Rome.
At the tender age of 15, he is pampared to the point of being a spoiled brat and yet he is gentle and caring, everywhere but in the gladiators area that is.
His father doesn't know, can not know that Duo is the masked fighter all dressed in black(1) known as 'Shinigami', it would mean a hundred lashes for him. But Duo would never give ti up, the fighting, the feel of another mans flesh cut and peirced upon his blade, the adrenaline rush, it was all too much fun for him, to much a joy and part of his life to let it all pass by and sit upon the thrown, and I don't mean the one that needs to be emptied everyday(2).
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"Yuy, you are MY Gladiator, MY perfect soldier. There is only one gladiator left in all of Rome that not only stands undefeted, but with the highest body count and the longest running without sustaining a single injury. You must kill him." Dr.J lectured Heero again, though it didn't matter, Heero Yuy listened with quiet indignation and wrote his own mission peramiters in his mind.
"Ninmu Ryoku" Heero's expression never changed, he simply turned and wen tabout his work for the day, sharpening his blades and cleaning the blood from his otherwise spotless armour before working through his training katas. The norms of the 'Perfect Soldier'
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@
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"I'm Bored!" Duo whines, ever since the tournament started, he had been sitting on the edge of his seat or bouncing off the walls in anticpation of his scheduled fight with the 'Perfect Soldier' as the crowd refered to him. Now he was just plain bored! It had been 3 weeks since the beginning of the tournament nd there was still another 2 to go! BORING! He had nothing to do but practive, watch the games as men died at other mens swords, and pikes, and sometimes the archers bow, but inevitably, he had to WAIT.
Duo hated waiting, he was definatly not known for his patience, that was his fathers, Solos, area of expertice. Solo had to be patient of he would have killed his disobedient, rambunctious son many, many years ago.
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@
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(1) Okay, I admit it, I kinda stole this line from The Mask Of Zorro.
(2) Yet another movie steel. this time, Everafter
I couldn't help it! *laughs*