Perfect No More
Chapter 1
Stars. How beautiful they sparkle in the big void of darkness. So many twinkled brightly, unknowing they were being watched closely by emerald eyes. Light brown hair blew gently in the evening breeze, as it covered the star-filled emeralds. Trowa stood in the middle of an open field, just outside the circus tent while it was on Earth.
It had been a year since the incident with Mariemaia, and almost two years since the battles with Zechs, and also when Leah sacrificed her life to save the Gundam boys, so they could continue their lives now.
The bright sparkles in his emerald eyes began to fall down his cheeks, at the remembrance of Leah. He had come to earth as often as he could with every hope that he would find her, and yet every time he failed to succeed in his search. Trowa knew Leah was alive though, she had to be. Trowa could still hear the last thing she had said before she fell to earth.
//".........I will be waiting for you. Goodbye, my friends, for now."//
It was Christmas time again; to be precise it was two weeks until Christmas Eve, after colony 197. Small flakes of white snow floated down from sky, looking as if they were dancing on the clouds, with wings on their backs. Trowa smiled at this, while his hand lay at his side, with a letter clutched between his fingers. It was an invitation from Quatre. He was going to be holding a Christmas party at his mansion on Earth in Saudi Arabia. According to the letter all the Gundam pilots along with anyone who fought along side them in the wars, would be there. Trowa had agreed to come, and had scheduled a flight in the morning.
The next morning, started to walk away from the circus tent but was stopped when a sudden voice spoke out from behind him.
"Trowa wait!"
The emerald eyed young man turned around to see his sister Catherine standing in front of him dressed in long blue jeans and a v-neck sweater, holding out a small duffel bag. Her clouded gray eyes filled with worry, for her brother was always going off almost every night. However, she knew all too well that nothing she said was going to stop him.
"If you're going out again, then take this," she said, thrusting the bag into Trowa's hand, "It's just some extra clothes and things, and a few sandwiches in case you get hungry while you're traveling."
Trowa looked up from his gaze on the bag to Catherine and smiled. "Thank you, Cathy. Don't worry, I will come back, after the new year."
With that, the two hugged each other goodbye, and Trowa turned again and headed off toward the airport, on his way to see his friends, and hopefully find anther.
~ * ~
A 17-year old boy sat in the quiet and calm darkness of his small room. The only light came from a bright blue glow from the screen on his computer. The only sound was the rigorous klik klak of slender fingers on the keyboard. Prussian blue eyes stared through dark brown hair, glancing from the screen to a small gold locket lying in a small open velvet box. Turning back, Heero glared at the computer as he pushed the escape key, exiting out of another failed chance at finding his twin sister.
'How hard is it to find someone who is inside a gundam who fell from space? The armor should have held up in the atmosphere.'
Heero thought as he stood up and walked over to his bed across from the computer and lay down tiredly. All day he had been following Relena everywhere, 'Doesn't that girl ever stop talking?' hiding in the shadows making sure that there were no more assassination attempts or kidnappings on the Vice Foreign Minister. In all honesty, this bored Heero out of his mind, but this was his life now, no longer was he the perfect soldier, ready to fight and ready to die.
Turing on his side, his head resting on a lone soft pillow, Heero glanced at the small nightstand a saw a white envelope, innocently sitting by a slightly open door. Somehow Heero knew it was from Relena. That girl was always more and more capable at sneaking past him, with him barely noticing. Heero reached for the envelope anyway, and opened it. It was from Relena.
—Hello Heero, both you and I know it is not good for you to be
alone all the time. You're not a soldier fighting anymore.
That is why I have accepted Quatre's invitation for both of us
to come to his Christmas party. Don't glare at me Heero. We're
leaving in three days. Relena—
Heero rolled his eyes. Relena can be very demanding of him sometimes, but he still had to protect her. Thick brown hair hit the soft white pillow as the former perfect soldier raised his hand up and threw the note, which had crumpled into a ball in his tight fist, and it landed directly into a wastebasket at a far corner of his room. Slowly, Heero closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.
TBC
Cool! That was my actually my second sequel I have ever written, but the first one that doesn't suck. Please Review, and tell me what you think. Remember that the timeline is one year after the Endless Waltz. Everyone is about 17. Sorry if it's shorter than the Perfect Warrior is.
Ja ne
White Spirit Angel
Chapter 1
Stars. How beautiful they sparkle in the big void of darkness. So many twinkled brightly, unknowing they were being watched closely by emerald eyes. Light brown hair blew gently in the evening breeze, as it covered the star-filled emeralds. Trowa stood in the middle of an open field, just outside the circus tent while it was on Earth.
It had been a year since the incident with Mariemaia, and almost two years since the battles with Zechs, and also when Leah sacrificed her life to save the Gundam boys, so they could continue their lives now.
The bright sparkles in his emerald eyes began to fall down his cheeks, at the remembrance of Leah. He had come to earth as often as he could with every hope that he would find her, and yet every time he failed to succeed in his search. Trowa knew Leah was alive though, she had to be. Trowa could still hear the last thing she had said before she fell to earth.
//".........I will be waiting for you. Goodbye, my friends, for now."//
It was Christmas time again; to be precise it was two weeks until Christmas Eve, after colony 197. Small flakes of white snow floated down from sky, looking as if they were dancing on the clouds, with wings on their backs. Trowa smiled at this, while his hand lay at his side, with a letter clutched between his fingers. It was an invitation from Quatre. He was going to be holding a Christmas party at his mansion on Earth in Saudi Arabia. According to the letter all the Gundam pilots along with anyone who fought along side them in the wars, would be there. Trowa had agreed to come, and had scheduled a flight in the morning.
The next morning, started to walk away from the circus tent but was stopped when a sudden voice spoke out from behind him.
"Trowa wait!"
The emerald eyed young man turned around to see his sister Catherine standing in front of him dressed in long blue jeans and a v-neck sweater, holding out a small duffel bag. Her clouded gray eyes filled with worry, for her brother was always going off almost every night. However, she knew all too well that nothing she said was going to stop him.
"If you're going out again, then take this," she said, thrusting the bag into Trowa's hand, "It's just some extra clothes and things, and a few sandwiches in case you get hungry while you're traveling."
Trowa looked up from his gaze on the bag to Catherine and smiled. "Thank you, Cathy. Don't worry, I will come back, after the new year."
With that, the two hugged each other goodbye, and Trowa turned again and headed off toward the airport, on his way to see his friends, and hopefully find anther.
~ * ~
A 17-year old boy sat in the quiet and calm darkness of his small room. The only light came from a bright blue glow from the screen on his computer. The only sound was the rigorous klik klak of slender fingers on the keyboard. Prussian blue eyes stared through dark brown hair, glancing from the screen to a small gold locket lying in a small open velvet box. Turning back, Heero glared at the computer as he pushed the escape key, exiting out of another failed chance at finding his twin sister.
'How hard is it to find someone who is inside a gundam who fell from space? The armor should have held up in the atmosphere.'
Heero thought as he stood up and walked over to his bed across from the computer and lay down tiredly. All day he had been following Relena everywhere, 'Doesn't that girl ever stop talking?' hiding in the shadows making sure that there were no more assassination attempts or kidnappings on the Vice Foreign Minister. In all honesty, this bored Heero out of his mind, but this was his life now, no longer was he the perfect soldier, ready to fight and ready to die.
Turing on his side, his head resting on a lone soft pillow, Heero glanced at the small nightstand a saw a white envelope, innocently sitting by a slightly open door. Somehow Heero knew it was from Relena. That girl was always more and more capable at sneaking past him, with him barely noticing. Heero reached for the envelope anyway, and opened it. It was from Relena.
—Hello Heero, both you and I know it is not good for you to be
alone all the time. You're not a soldier fighting anymore.
That is why I have accepted Quatre's invitation for both of us
to come to his Christmas party. Don't glare at me Heero. We're
leaving in three days. Relena—
Heero rolled his eyes. Relena can be very demanding of him sometimes, but he still had to protect her. Thick brown hair hit the soft white pillow as the former perfect soldier raised his hand up and threw the note, which had crumpled into a ball in his tight fist, and it landed directly into a wastebasket at a far corner of his room. Slowly, Heero closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.
TBC
Cool! That was my actually my second sequel I have ever written, but the first one that doesn't suck. Please Review, and tell me what you think. Remember that the timeline is one year after the Endless Waltz. Everyone is about 17. Sorry if it's shorter than the Perfect Warrior is.
Ja ne
White Spirit Angel
