Title: Duo's Promise
Author: Sola Solo
Type: Gundam Wing/AC
Key:
". . . ." Talking
~. . . .~ Thinking
*// PART 1: The Past \\*
*// Chapter 1: The Faithful Day Will Come \\*
The seven-year-old ran across the street, barely managing to avoid getting hit by a car. A man screaming profanities chased after him -- demanding back the stolen item. The kid just laughed, continued to run before handing the prized package to another boy that he 'accidentally' bumped into. His long hair covering his face only slightly, the seven-year-old watched with curious eyes as the boy he handed the stolen item to, handed it someone else. That boy threw it to yet another kid who ran off, passing it to different boys until it came to someone who had been hiding in a dark alleyway.
Confused beyond reason, the man who had been chasing the seven year old threw his hands over his head and screamed loudly, more angry profanities escaping his lips and being swept away by the chilling wind that night. The kid stealthily moved away, melding into the shadows of another alleyway. He took note, once more, that all his other friends did the same.
Running swiftly and silently through bins of trash and rodents he jumped onto a large Dumpster, climbing over the barbed wired fence and hopping to the floor on the other side with practiced ease. Once again he took off running, wondering what life would be like for him if he knew who he was, if he had a name, if he didn't steal. He wondered what life would be like if he were one of those lucky kids that had a loving family, food, and someone's hand to hold as they walked down the street. He even wondered what life would be like without his best friend Solo.
Not a life he wanted. Sure warm beds and food that was more edible than the type he ate sounded all the more greater to him than a blanket and food that could barely be distinguished at times, but a life without his true friend? Grinning to himself, he repeated his answer in a childish voice, dripping with love and meaning, "Not a life I'm probably capable of living fully," he mumbled. The answer came in a voice that made a whisper sound like a scream, and he once again melded with the shadows and ran into a different alleyway.
There they were; all of his friends. And there he was, Solo, flipping a bottle cap with his hand, leaning against the farthest and darkest corner of the wall, dark blonde hair covering his eyes. The seven-year-old without a name walked over to him, beaming with pride. "Oi, I did it Solo!" He said, staring up at his friend with his innocent eyes of violet, slightly wide with enthusiasm. "I managed to steal it!"
"Sure did kid," Solo answered shortly, nodding with a knowing smile plaguing his showed face. He motioned for the boy to come closer, and he did, receiving a nudge on the head. "Here, take your share, kid." Solo then said, dropping a large piece of cake, balanced on a cardboard plate, into the boys awaiting hands.
Beaming with innocent pride once again, he gobbled down the food, oblivious to his friends as he ate his first meal with them, joining the group of older and younger kids that Solo himself led. Shaking his head slightly, Solo couldn't help but smile at the seven-year-old who ate as if he hadn't been fed in days. "Welcome to the group kid," he mumbled, softly patting the head of the smaller boy, messing up his brown hair that already went passed his waist.
"Yo, Solo!" A kid yelled, holding up a wallet in the air, smirking. "Looks like the new kid got a wallet to go along with the food. Call it a tip, ay?"
Solo nodded, waving his hand dismissively. "We'll deal with it tomorrow. Need to find a place to crash for now, don't want any of those damn soldiers after us." Pushing himself off of the wall, he looked down at the boy who was licking his lips, finishing the last of the cake. "As for you kid, c'mon, you're one of us now."
Jumping up from his place on the ground, he placed his hands behind his head, smiling sheepishly. Bangs covered his violet eyes, shading his face like a chestnut brown curtain, falling like a brown waterfall down his back. Under Solo's bangs, just for a second, his emerald eyes were visible, and they shone with an inner pain, far too great for the seven-year-old to know why, or to realize it was there. They shimmered in the moon's rays, and when he blinked the pain and sorrow had vanished, returning to their usual caring ones.
And the seven-year-old with no name, not yet known as Duo Maxwell, grinned back; far too young to understand the cruelty of fate and just what it had in store for him later on...
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*End of Chapter*
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So, what do you think? This is just the beginning where Duo's past is being introduced, a needed point in the plot, and it'll be probably this way for the next 4 chapters, and then it will go to after Endless Waltz and where romance will begin to appear. Hotaru and Duo Pairing.
Author: Sola Solo
Type: Gundam Wing/AC
Key:
". . . ." Talking
~. . . .~ Thinking
*// PART 1: The Past \\*
*// Chapter 1: The Faithful Day Will Come \\*
The seven-year-old ran across the street, barely managing to avoid getting hit by a car. A man screaming profanities chased after him -- demanding back the stolen item. The kid just laughed, continued to run before handing the prized package to another boy that he 'accidentally' bumped into. His long hair covering his face only slightly, the seven-year-old watched with curious eyes as the boy he handed the stolen item to, handed it someone else. That boy threw it to yet another kid who ran off, passing it to different boys until it came to someone who had been hiding in a dark alleyway.
Confused beyond reason, the man who had been chasing the seven year old threw his hands over his head and screamed loudly, more angry profanities escaping his lips and being swept away by the chilling wind that night. The kid stealthily moved away, melding into the shadows of another alleyway. He took note, once more, that all his other friends did the same.
Running swiftly and silently through bins of trash and rodents he jumped onto a large Dumpster, climbing over the barbed wired fence and hopping to the floor on the other side with practiced ease. Once again he took off running, wondering what life would be like for him if he knew who he was, if he had a name, if he didn't steal. He wondered what life would be like if he were one of those lucky kids that had a loving family, food, and someone's hand to hold as they walked down the street. He even wondered what life would be like without his best friend Solo.
Not a life he wanted. Sure warm beds and food that was more edible than the type he ate sounded all the more greater to him than a blanket and food that could barely be distinguished at times, but a life without his true friend? Grinning to himself, he repeated his answer in a childish voice, dripping with love and meaning, "Not a life I'm probably capable of living fully," he mumbled. The answer came in a voice that made a whisper sound like a scream, and he once again melded with the shadows and ran into a different alleyway.
There they were; all of his friends. And there he was, Solo, flipping a bottle cap with his hand, leaning against the farthest and darkest corner of the wall, dark blonde hair covering his eyes. The seven-year-old without a name walked over to him, beaming with pride. "Oi, I did it Solo!" He said, staring up at his friend with his innocent eyes of violet, slightly wide with enthusiasm. "I managed to steal it!"
"Sure did kid," Solo answered shortly, nodding with a knowing smile plaguing his showed face. He motioned for the boy to come closer, and he did, receiving a nudge on the head. "Here, take your share, kid." Solo then said, dropping a large piece of cake, balanced on a cardboard plate, into the boys awaiting hands.
Beaming with innocent pride once again, he gobbled down the food, oblivious to his friends as he ate his first meal with them, joining the group of older and younger kids that Solo himself led. Shaking his head slightly, Solo couldn't help but smile at the seven-year-old who ate as if he hadn't been fed in days. "Welcome to the group kid," he mumbled, softly patting the head of the smaller boy, messing up his brown hair that already went passed his waist.
"Yo, Solo!" A kid yelled, holding up a wallet in the air, smirking. "Looks like the new kid got a wallet to go along with the food. Call it a tip, ay?"
Solo nodded, waving his hand dismissively. "We'll deal with it tomorrow. Need to find a place to crash for now, don't want any of those damn soldiers after us." Pushing himself off of the wall, he looked down at the boy who was licking his lips, finishing the last of the cake. "As for you kid, c'mon, you're one of us now."
Jumping up from his place on the ground, he placed his hands behind his head, smiling sheepishly. Bangs covered his violet eyes, shading his face like a chestnut brown curtain, falling like a brown waterfall down his back. Under Solo's bangs, just for a second, his emerald eyes were visible, and they shone with an inner pain, far too great for the seven-year-old to know why, or to realize it was there. They shimmered in the moon's rays, and when he blinked the pain and sorrow had vanished, returning to their usual caring ones.
And the seven-year-old with no name, not yet known as Duo Maxwell, grinned back; far too young to understand the cruelty of fate and just what it had in store for him later on...
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
*End of Chapter*
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
So, what do you think? This is just the beginning where Duo's past is being introduced, a needed point in the plot, and it'll be probably this way for the next 4 chapters, and then it will go to after Endless Waltz and where romance will begin to appear. Hotaru and Duo Pairing.