time to cry
DC: I DO NOT own Gundam Wing, the Gundam series, or any other anime. Yet. I DO OWN Ashlie Lanai, tho. See—"Ashlie" is my middle name. Litteraly. Just take it as a self-insert. So read and pleas don't forget to review it! I want to know how bad I suck at writing. Thanks!
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A girl of about eleven stood before her father. He looked at her with a stony, unfeeling face. With a slight move of his massive hand, she flinched noticeably.
"I can tell you are afraid. It won't do…" Immediately two soldiers took her up roughly by the arms and delivered her to her trainer once again. This girl, training to be the best soldier there ever was, winced at the fist that felt like it had impaled her stomach. She did not scream; she barely made a sound, as was expected.
"Lanai." Her trainer ceased. "Now stand and fight."
Doing as she was told, Lanai brought herself up into a combat stance.
"Ready," her body solid and perfectly still, her voice just as haunting.
Suddenly, something pulled at her right side. Lanai turned her head just in time to see a soldier charge at her as another was on her left doing the same. The girl smirked; she thought they knew better than to do that. Jumping into the air and raising her legs, both of her feet met with a face. A wave of energy overcame her and Ashlie felt so in control she never faltered a movement. Her trainer taught her to compress and expand this energy, as well as limit it to critical situations.
Swinging around to face her next opponent, she aimed for his head but was blocked. The fight, like a dance, didn't last for very long. Ashlie Lanai knocked the wind out of her attacker and mercilessly threw him to the cold metal ground. She looked upon him with pity, as her father often did with her, and got ready for the next challenge. It was good thing she was almost out of his hands, as she was told by Lana Spelling, the only person in the universe she considered a friend. Her father scared her half to death just by being in the same room with her, but she dared not to show any sign of it in his presence.
After a while, her trainer stood, signaling her to stop. "Enough. Report to mess. Further instructions will come." Without a word, the girl turned and left to shower and change, and what liked like red streaks disappearing from her hair.
A few moments later, the towering commander entered the spacious room and approached the trainer. "What is my daughter's progress?" he asked.
The short man paused. "She isn't as built as I would prefer, like my former subject… as females in general are born weaker than men, but she dances perfectly. She shows quite a bit of energy when aroused to fight, almost abnormally but its nothing to be concerned about at this point. Her computer skills are excellent, and we will move on to gun handling and what I like to call "mind building" within the next week or so. Will that be all, Commander Lanai?"
The commander responded with, "Do what you wish from now on- she will study, as so, full time." And before he left, "Doctor… I trust you will do everything necessary to bring her up as one of the organization's top military leaders."
"Of course, Commander Lanai."
"Excellent. Good day, Doctor." The taller man strolled out the door, leaving the pointy nosed doctor, and a number of beaten soldiers, in the room.
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(Time Gap/Hiiro and Duo's Apartment)
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Hiiro awoke with a start. He had had a strange dream the night before, and it happened again. Pulling the light blue sheets off, Hiiro recalled a particular scene in his dream—himself witnessing a combat between his friend Wufei and a stranger. It was like he wasn't there at all, just watching. Like a movie if he ever saw one. Hiiro looked at the sleeping American on the couch as he entered the living room, which led to their apartment's kitchen. Duo was something different altogether; he seemed, to Hiiro, insecure because he almost never ceased to smile at anyone and Hiiro knew what was hidden behind that mask. It was a past that Duo couldn't forget no matter how he tried. Hiiro knew because he had the same, in a way. He was a trained assassin as a child. On the contrary, Duo seemed to like to pilot Deathsythe, before the ban on mobile suits.
"Something else indeed…" the ex-Wing pilot whispered before sipping his glass of milk. Then, with retrieving a pan from a lower cupboard and an egg carton from the fridge, proceeded to fix omelets for his friend and himself.
On the couch, Duo stirred at the smell of eggs and onions, and smiled with his eyes still shut. Yawning, the braided pilot rose to a sitting position. "'Sat you, Hiiro?"
The only response was two plates being set on the kitchen table.
"Thought so," Duo said merrily as he hopped off the couch and stripped the sheets off, then dropping them in the small laundry basket before sitting at the round kitchen table, joining Hiiro to breakfast. But even before lifting a hand to his fork, the blue-eyed boy bowed his head to pray to God why he had to live with a past like his, and asked for Hiiro to lighten up once and a while. Then he started eating soundly but steadily. To this, Hiiro was not surprised at all. This was three times a day, if that.
Not five minutes later Hiiro's computer received a mission from Preventor HQ to retrieve a girl by the name of Ashlie Lanai, age sixteen, located on a little-known colony among the fifth division of colonies in outer space. It didn't tell much more, just to rendezvous at a checkpoint in the desert, where their Gundams were kept safely hidden for a year and a half (it was now AC 198). After gathering and/or destroying evidence of existence, the two teenagers left their apartment and sped their way to the checkpoint, anxious to meet their fellow pilots and work together once again.
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