AnimeCat: Since I finished Everything I Own an hour ago, I decided to start posting this! I love this fic! Later on, some background info might be needed, so I'll include it in the end.
In fic: Yes! Some certain people got married....can anyone guess?? This is a fic about the GW pilot's grandkids!! How often have you seen this?? Everyone was named after someone or other.... and I actually used the backgrounds for some of the pilots again for my pilots...but i don't remember exactly who or when. CUSTOMS!! YES!! I use the Custom suits in this fic!!!! Duo and Daye from Demons come in next chapter.....seeya then!!
Note: I can't believe people liked the ending of Demons.... and, I suck at info on Colonies and all that, so no one flame me for misinformation.
Disclaimer: I own basically almost everything in this fic except for an elderly Duo and comrades. Sue me for that and you're one wacky freak.....just kidding.... =P
@-------
Birth Of A New Demon
~In After Colony 232, a six-year-old girl wandered around in a shuttle port on a Colony by herself. She hit her head, and lost her memory. She wandered into a shuttle headed for another Colony, and was taken in by an orphanage run by a church. Notices were posted all over the L2 Colony, where the Yuy, the Maxwell, and the Barton families resided. No response came for seven months, and notices were posted in surrounding colonies.
Unfortunately, notices never reached L9.
In After Colony 241, a war stirred from the Colonies, not concerning the Earth sphere. Only four Gundams were available to protect the colonies. Sandrock, HeavyArms, Deathscythe, and DeathsWings.~
A. C. 241
Kian sighed. A bell rang, signaling nine. She straightened her collar, the clerical one. Someone knocked on her door.
"Come in." She said pleasantly. A middle-aged nun entered.
"Kian?" She asked. "Are you coming to the morning service with the rest of the children?"
"I'm still not sure, Sister." Kian sighed. "I'm very tired." She ran her hand through her shoulder-length chestnut hair.
"Did you have another one of those dreams again?" The nun asked, concerned.
"Yes." Kian said, nodding. "Its times like this I wish we did have a TV in the church. I've never even seen a Gundam, but I've always been having these dreams…"
"Was it one of the old ones, or was it new?" The nun asked.
"It was a different one." Kian said. "In the dreams, I'm always in this black one or a white one. Last night, I was in a white one, with big wings, like an angel."
"Maybe it wasn't a Gundam at all, Kian, but a dream of God." The nun crooned.
"God doesn't carry a gun the size of the church. At least not in any of the stories you've ever told me."
"Don't get smart, Kian."
"I'm sorry, Sister Marie." Kian said, bowing her head. She stroked her small golden cross with the faded engraved letters. "I still wonder why I'm here if the cross I was found wearing has my name on it."
"There was never a notice of a missing girl your age, and we could find you no home. The last letter of your name had faded away, and we couldn't read it."
"So all I am is Kian." Kian said softly. "I wonder what my real name is."
"It could be anything." Sister Marie said. "If you want to miss the service, you may go out for the afternoon, if you wish."
"Thank you, Sister." Kian said, smiling. She paused. "Tell me about the Gundams, please. If I've been having these dreams about them for so long, I need to understand something about them."
"I do not know much, Kian." Sister Marie said, thinking. "But I know that there are supposed to be five Gundams. Something must have happened to the last one."
"And the war?"
"The Colonies are having some sort of civil war. It has nothing to do with the earth. Our Colony doesn't have much to do with it, being so far from the battle, but it's a battle between two major Colonies. The Gundams wouldn't come around here unless we are used as targets."
"Thank you, Sister." Kian said happily. "I owe everything to you and the Zachariah Church."
"It is a blessing to have you, Kian." Sister Marie said. "Have a good afternoon."
The nun left, and Kian removed her black jacket with the clerical collar, leaving her with a white shirt, a black vest, and her black skirt. And they say church clothes are depressing. She didn't have a mirror, so she used the reflection of her glass window to straighten the chestnut locks of hair arching around her face, going to her chin. She brushed them away from her cobalt eyes. She looked into the window again, and faces flashed before her eyes. A young boy with her eyes, and a girl with her hair.
Kian blinked the pair away, wondering. She arranged her cross to the middle of her shirt a final time and left the room. An image filled her head as she stepped out of the doorframe. She sank to the floor and let it sink in. She'd grown used to them by now. It was different from most. Instead of blinking images and messages, it was visions of several people, one at a time.
*…A boy with rich violet eyes and waist-length chestnut hair, kept in a braid…"The God of Death is back from Hell," A girl with the same hairstyle as she, only sand blond and green eyes…"I am the Angel of Death," A boy with dark moss green hair and steely cobalt eyes…"I'm going to kill you…" A honey-blond haired girl with deep blue eyes…"Heero…" A girl with chestnut hair to her waist, violet eyes, "I am the Demoness." A boy with dark blond hair, "Aseka, don't be mad…"*
Kian woke from her flashes with a startled jolt.
"I need some fresh air," She said through gasps, "big time."
~~~~~
Solo reached over to Marin.
"Remember," He said as she clutched his hand. He passed her a small electronic device. "If anything goes down at your school, call me."
"What kind of colony is this," Marin said sadly, "where terrorist actions go down at schools."
"It's only a precaution." Solo said, shrugging. "Remember what happened to my high school."
"Six causalities and nineteen hospitalized." Marin answered.
"Right."
"But that was because--"
"I /know/." He said spitefully, glaring at the little girl. Her chocolate eyes trembled. "It's my fault. I was stupid to think I could hide DeathsWings in the football field."
Marin tossed her two-foot long sand-yellow braid until it looped over her shoulder.
"Ssh." She said, putting her finger over her mouth. She gestured around. "Not exactly the place to talk about the Gundams."
Solo followed her gaze and saw the crowded street, filled with cars, people, and hot dog carts.
"Hn." Solo agreed in a grunt. His violet eyes darted from each person, almost as if he suspected each of them to be terrorists.
"What's going down in your house?" Marin asked, adjusting her backpack, which concealed three types of guns and two knives.
"It's getting weird. As /usual/." He said stiffly. "My mom is heir to a fund for the needy, and my dad is heir to a kingdom. Not a good combination. Mom complains that he needs to give some of the Peacecraft money to her cause, and Dad says, 'What money? It all goes to my mom's stupid school for rich kids'. I think he'll be the first Yuy to run a nation."
"Then it's a good idea he doesn't get control of the institution. I can see the Sanq Kingdom's 'Total Pacifism' crack going down the drain. When Aunt Lela gets it, it'll get ten times cornier than with your grandmother running it." Marin said brightly. "And then with Quatrine…" Marin shook her head with anxiety.
Solo stared at her.
"What?" She asked. He stopped moving. She halted, wondering what was wrong.
"How can you assume that Quatrine will get the institution?"
"Because she's such a freak about pacifism…?" Marin said uncertainly.
"She's not a Yuy or a Peacecraft. The institution is staying in the family."
"Solo? What's wrong?" Marin asked. "You don't want to run the institution, you've told me a million times. What's up with you all the sudden?"
"I can't run the institution. I'm not the oldest in my family." Solo said coldly. "My sister gets the institution and the nation. You know that."
"Oh, Solo," Marin said softly, "you can't just…Kiane might not…"
"She's alive." Solo said stubbornly. "And she'll come back someday. Mom knows it. And she's psychic."
"But…"
"Shut up, Marin." Solo hissed. "You're an only child, Marin Maxwell, you don't have a right to say anything."
"I was only saying…"
"Kiane Yuy is coming back home." Solo snapped. "No matter what anyone says."
~~~~~~
"There aren't missions anymore." Anthony said. "The only objective is to protect the outer colonies until the our colony and L3 work out their differences."
"I wish I could have gone on a real mission like in the old days!" Cedric said, shooting an imaginary machine gun at passing cars.
"No you don't." Anthony said, shaking his head at his son. "It was dangerous, and we could hardly even trust each other."
"You guys didn't know each other." Cedric said. "Me and the guys are cousins. We kill each other and our aunts and uncles will kill us."
"Funny, Cedric." Anthony snorted. Cedric reached over and poked at the "unibang" Cedric was fortunate enough not to inherit from his father. His platinum blond bangs fell in an even amount on his forehead. Anthony sighed deeply before attempting to brush the bang aside.
As usual, nothing changed.
Cedric laughed madly as the car pulled up to his school and he got out. Anthony rolled his window down to wave Cedric goodbye and saw a classmate of Cedric's passing them.
"Isn't that…?" Anthony asked quietly. Cedric turned around and looked at the girl.
"Sarra Shail." Cedric said, eyeing the girl with interest. Anthony raised an eyebrow at Cedric.
"She's the daughter of some colony diplomat."
"That's who I was talking about. Jeremy Shail. I didn't know she went to your school."
"I have her in a few classes, even." Cedric shrugged. His mind was now occupied with thoughts of the girl with her sleek, knee-length navy-blue hair and sea green eyes. As she noticed his staring, she made an annoyed sound and stomped off. "But she don't like me too much." He said after a few moments.
"Obviously."
"Thanks, Dad." Cedric said dryly. He looked around again and saw the familiar static-attacked wild moss-green hair that belonged to his cousin. "There's Solo."
"Bye, Cedric." Anthony said, rolling his window back up.
"Seeya, Dad." Cedric said and he leaped off to join Solo. With a deep sigh, Anthony thought about the little Kiane Yuy, whom her family had such high hopes for, and now…
*I guess we won't need to rebuild Wing Zero after all....*
@-------
AnimeCat: And??? Whatcha think?? Like my new characters? I have more and more as the story goes on........next chapter:
Plans to rebuild the Tallgeese are in order!! But...who's piloting it?? Could it be this pretty redhead who bears a strinking likeness of Lady Une?? And who is her friend....and is he piloting the Epyon??? Bad news for L2....the Epyon and Tallgeese are gonna be fighting for L3....
REVIEW!! I don't *have* to put up the next chapter... but if ya want it I will, gladly, because I love this fic! How many times have I said that...?
Ja ne!
In fic: Yes! Some certain people got married....can anyone guess?? This is a fic about the GW pilot's grandkids!! How often have you seen this?? Everyone was named after someone or other.... and I actually used the backgrounds for some of the pilots again for my pilots...but i don't remember exactly who or when. CUSTOMS!! YES!! I use the Custom suits in this fic!!!! Duo and Daye from Demons come in next chapter.....seeya then!!
Note: I can't believe people liked the ending of Demons.... and, I suck at info on Colonies and all that, so no one flame me for misinformation.
Disclaimer: I own basically almost everything in this fic except for an elderly Duo and comrades. Sue me for that and you're one wacky freak.....just kidding.... =P
@-------
Birth Of A New Demon
~In After Colony 232, a six-year-old girl wandered around in a shuttle port on a Colony by herself. She hit her head, and lost her memory. She wandered into a shuttle headed for another Colony, and was taken in by an orphanage run by a church. Notices were posted all over the L2 Colony, where the Yuy, the Maxwell, and the Barton families resided. No response came for seven months, and notices were posted in surrounding colonies.
Unfortunately, notices never reached L9.
In After Colony 241, a war stirred from the Colonies, not concerning the Earth sphere. Only four Gundams were available to protect the colonies. Sandrock, HeavyArms, Deathscythe, and DeathsWings.~
A. C. 241
Kian sighed. A bell rang, signaling nine. She straightened her collar, the clerical one. Someone knocked on her door.
"Come in." She said pleasantly. A middle-aged nun entered.
"Kian?" She asked. "Are you coming to the morning service with the rest of the children?"
"I'm still not sure, Sister." Kian sighed. "I'm very tired." She ran her hand through her shoulder-length chestnut hair.
"Did you have another one of those dreams again?" The nun asked, concerned.
"Yes." Kian said, nodding. "Its times like this I wish we did have a TV in the church. I've never even seen a Gundam, but I've always been having these dreams…"
"Was it one of the old ones, or was it new?" The nun asked.
"It was a different one." Kian said. "In the dreams, I'm always in this black one or a white one. Last night, I was in a white one, with big wings, like an angel."
"Maybe it wasn't a Gundam at all, Kian, but a dream of God." The nun crooned.
"God doesn't carry a gun the size of the church. At least not in any of the stories you've ever told me."
"Don't get smart, Kian."
"I'm sorry, Sister Marie." Kian said, bowing her head. She stroked her small golden cross with the faded engraved letters. "I still wonder why I'm here if the cross I was found wearing has my name on it."
"There was never a notice of a missing girl your age, and we could find you no home. The last letter of your name had faded away, and we couldn't read it."
"So all I am is Kian." Kian said softly. "I wonder what my real name is."
"It could be anything." Sister Marie said. "If you want to miss the service, you may go out for the afternoon, if you wish."
"Thank you, Sister." Kian said, smiling. She paused. "Tell me about the Gundams, please. If I've been having these dreams about them for so long, I need to understand something about them."
"I do not know much, Kian." Sister Marie said, thinking. "But I know that there are supposed to be five Gundams. Something must have happened to the last one."
"And the war?"
"The Colonies are having some sort of civil war. It has nothing to do with the earth. Our Colony doesn't have much to do with it, being so far from the battle, but it's a battle between two major Colonies. The Gundams wouldn't come around here unless we are used as targets."
"Thank you, Sister." Kian said happily. "I owe everything to you and the Zachariah Church."
"It is a blessing to have you, Kian." Sister Marie said. "Have a good afternoon."
The nun left, and Kian removed her black jacket with the clerical collar, leaving her with a white shirt, a black vest, and her black skirt. And they say church clothes are depressing. She didn't have a mirror, so she used the reflection of her glass window to straighten the chestnut locks of hair arching around her face, going to her chin. She brushed them away from her cobalt eyes. She looked into the window again, and faces flashed before her eyes. A young boy with her eyes, and a girl with her hair.
Kian blinked the pair away, wondering. She arranged her cross to the middle of her shirt a final time and left the room. An image filled her head as she stepped out of the doorframe. She sank to the floor and let it sink in. She'd grown used to them by now. It was different from most. Instead of blinking images and messages, it was visions of several people, one at a time.
*…A boy with rich violet eyes and waist-length chestnut hair, kept in a braid…"The God of Death is back from Hell," A girl with the same hairstyle as she, only sand blond and green eyes…"I am the Angel of Death," A boy with dark moss green hair and steely cobalt eyes…"I'm going to kill you…" A honey-blond haired girl with deep blue eyes…"Heero…" A girl with chestnut hair to her waist, violet eyes, "I am the Demoness." A boy with dark blond hair, "Aseka, don't be mad…"*
Kian woke from her flashes with a startled jolt.
"I need some fresh air," She said through gasps, "big time."
~~~~~
Solo reached over to Marin.
"Remember," He said as she clutched his hand. He passed her a small electronic device. "If anything goes down at your school, call me."
"What kind of colony is this," Marin said sadly, "where terrorist actions go down at schools."
"It's only a precaution." Solo said, shrugging. "Remember what happened to my high school."
"Six causalities and nineteen hospitalized." Marin answered.
"Right."
"But that was because--"
"I /know/." He said spitefully, glaring at the little girl. Her chocolate eyes trembled. "It's my fault. I was stupid to think I could hide DeathsWings in the football field."
Marin tossed her two-foot long sand-yellow braid until it looped over her shoulder.
"Ssh." She said, putting her finger over her mouth. She gestured around. "Not exactly the place to talk about the Gundams."
Solo followed her gaze and saw the crowded street, filled with cars, people, and hot dog carts.
"Hn." Solo agreed in a grunt. His violet eyes darted from each person, almost as if he suspected each of them to be terrorists.
"What's going down in your house?" Marin asked, adjusting her backpack, which concealed three types of guns and two knives.
"It's getting weird. As /usual/." He said stiffly. "My mom is heir to a fund for the needy, and my dad is heir to a kingdom. Not a good combination. Mom complains that he needs to give some of the Peacecraft money to her cause, and Dad says, 'What money? It all goes to my mom's stupid school for rich kids'. I think he'll be the first Yuy to run a nation."
"Then it's a good idea he doesn't get control of the institution. I can see the Sanq Kingdom's 'Total Pacifism' crack going down the drain. When Aunt Lela gets it, it'll get ten times cornier than with your grandmother running it." Marin said brightly. "And then with Quatrine…" Marin shook her head with anxiety.
Solo stared at her.
"What?" She asked. He stopped moving. She halted, wondering what was wrong.
"How can you assume that Quatrine will get the institution?"
"Because she's such a freak about pacifism…?" Marin said uncertainly.
"She's not a Yuy or a Peacecraft. The institution is staying in the family."
"Solo? What's wrong?" Marin asked. "You don't want to run the institution, you've told me a million times. What's up with you all the sudden?"
"I can't run the institution. I'm not the oldest in my family." Solo said coldly. "My sister gets the institution and the nation. You know that."
"Oh, Solo," Marin said softly, "you can't just…Kiane might not…"
"She's alive." Solo said stubbornly. "And she'll come back someday. Mom knows it. And she's psychic."
"But…"
"Shut up, Marin." Solo hissed. "You're an only child, Marin Maxwell, you don't have a right to say anything."
"I was only saying…"
"Kiane Yuy is coming back home." Solo snapped. "No matter what anyone says."
~~~~~~
"There aren't missions anymore." Anthony said. "The only objective is to protect the outer colonies until the our colony and L3 work out their differences."
"I wish I could have gone on a real mission like in the old days!" Cedric said, shooting an imaginary machine gun at passing cars.
"No you don't." Anthony said, shaking his head at his son. "It was dangerous, and we could hardly even trust each other."
"You guys didn't know each other." Cedric said. "Me and the guys are cousins. We kill each other and our aunts and uncles will kill us."
"Funny, Cedric." Anthony snorted. Cedric reached over and poked at the "unibang" Cedric was fortunate enough not to inherit from his father. His platinum blond bangs fell in an even amount on his forehead. Anthony sighed deeply before attempting to brush the bang aside.
As usual, nothing changed.
Cedric laughed madly as the car pulled up to his school and he got out. Anthony rolled his window down to wave Cedric goodbye and saw a classmate of Cedric's passing them.
"Isn't that…?" Anthony asked quietly. Cedric turned around and looked at the girl.
"Sarra Shail." Cedric said, eyeing the girl with interest. Anthony raised an eyebrow at Cedric.
"She's the daughter of some colony diplomat."
"That's who I was talking about. Jeremy Shail. I didn't know she went to your school."
"I have her in a few classes, even." Cedric shrugged. His mind was now occupied with thoughts of the girl with her sleek, knee-length navy-blue hair and sea green eyes. As she noticed his staring, she made an annoyed sound and stomped off. "But she don't like me too much." He said after a few moments.
"Obviously."
"Thanks, Dad." Cedric said dryly. He looked around again and saw the familiar static-attacked wild moss-green hair that belonged to his cousin. "There's Solo."
"Bye, Cedric." Anthony said, rolling his window back up.
"Seeya, Dad." Cedric said and he leaped off to join Solo. With a deep sigh, Anthony thought about the little Kiane Yuy, whom her family had such high hopes for, and now…
*I guess we won't need to rebuild Wing Zero after all....*
@-------
AnimeCat: And??? Whatcha think?? Like my new characters? I have more and more as the story goes on........next chapter:
Plans to rebuild the Tallgeese are in order!! But...who's piloting it?? Could it be this pretty redhead who bears a strinking likeness of Lady Une?? And who is her friend....and is he piloting the Epyon??? Bad news for L2....the Epyon and Tallgeese are gonna be fighting for L3....
REVIEW!! I don't *have* to put up the next chapter... but if ya want it I will, gladly, because I love this fic! How many times have I said that...?
Ja ne!