Disclaimer: I do not own the GW boys, no matter how much I wished in my own sick way, I never will. Deal with it. Okay, Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing and all the boys are copyrighted to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. Any other characters that I have made up are MINE!!! Leave them alone, they are mine to torment, mine and mine alone.
Chapter One: A premonition
The warning sirens flashed red, Deathscythe's alarms were going wild in alert status, warning him of the enemies that were surrounding him. He flung his arms wildly sending sprays of bullets deep into the enemy flanks, splitting up their formations.
The scythe swept up in high arcs causing massive explosions across the battlefield. A blast struck him from behind making him to fall, down to one knee.
A sudden attack came from behind, creating an earth shattering explosion, frying the metal and causing large pieces of the armor to bust off. He whipped around dropping his shield, lightening his load and enabling him to compensate for the weight loss.
He flung the shield at his attacker causing him to explode into millions of pieces. He rose his guns planning to retaliate, only to find a sharp clicking sound in the place of bullets.
The pilot bowed his head in dispair, his long bangs falling down over his eyes. Crying out in frustration, he slammed his hands down on the console causing sparks to come flying out from the mechanisms. Several loud curses could be heard by four other pilots having their own similar problems.
Tears sprang to the deathscythe pilots' eyes as he realized what was inevitably going to happen. "I'm going to die," he whispered to himself, starting to cry even more. His sobs and pleas were heard by the nearby wing pilot, and his head slightly bowed, expressing the sheer frustration of the situation, trying to take in the facts and deal with the soon to be loss of his fellow pilot and friend.
Deathscythe's pilot, turned and looked his enemies straight in the eyes, dropped his scythe straight to the ground. He turned his face up, and looked just in time to see, a laser cannon blast heading straight for him.
An air-splitting scream split the air,
I sat, straight up in my bed.
It was a horrible dream, and once I finally slowed the beat of my heart back down to normal, I laughed to myself, realizing how silly the dream actually was. The war was over now, it had been 2 years since those awful days of not knowing if you were going to make it, and not knowing whether or not if you would come home and everyone would be there, but we had faith.
We knew that each of us would do our jobs and that if we were careful we would make it through all right.
The sun was streaming in through my window, illuminating everything. I lay back on the black cotton sheets and looked out the window at the morning, er.. afternoon sky.
Now, we lived on earth with Quatre, he insisted that we stay with him, he had asked us what else his money was good for, so we decided to humor him and stay.
I turned and glanced at my clock, "Damn, it's 2 already," I muttered to myself.
I always slept in, the guys usually razz me about not having a job, especially when I sleep in this late. I also have to constantly remind Heero that he doesn't have a job either, but I usually end up with a bloody nose or on the floor. What a great friend.
I got out of my bed and slipped on my usual "Priest" garb, tying my hair back in it's messy braid. Stumbling over all of the junk on my floor, I fell to the door, opening it and ran down the hall.
"OHAYOU!" I shouted as I flung myself down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Acting like a baka is always such fun.
Quatre's shoulders flinched at the annoying sound of my voice. "Morning Duo, Do you want some breakfast?"
I poured myself a huge bowl of cereal, adding 3 heaping spoonfuls of sugar, the breakfast of Champions. Maybe the sugar is what contributed to my daily "high", nah.
"Duo,"
"What is it Quatre?" I asked.
"You really shouldn't sleep in this late anymore, you really never do anything to make you so tired."
"I know Quatre, but I am like a creature of the night," I said in a joking voice. "Don't worry I'll be just fine."
I started out of the kitchen as Quatre threw an "I hope so," over my shoulder. I walked down the hall to where a sharp clicking noise could be heard from down the hall. I continued toward the sound, tip-toeing so as not to draw any attention to myself.
"Heero..." I whispered to myself. The very thought of him make me weak, I know that the chance of him ever having feelings about me is like one in a million, make that a trillon, well, make that never, but I can't help the way that I feel.
"Duo! Stop sneaking around and go away, I have work to do." A grumpy voice growled at me.
At the sound of Heero's sharp reprimand, I jumped up and ran, startled, off down the hall. I ran into the living room, my chest heaving and me laughing at the same time. How many times had he caught me sitting outside his door? How many times? Did he know? He couldn't possibly, he would have smacked me straight, across the room. Into a wall. Or he would have tied me to the end of his buster rifle and KABBOOOM; you get the idea.
After my fits of giggles stopped completely, I went back up to my room, careful not to disturb Heero, still typing away down the hall. I went to my closet, aka my floor, and picked up my jacket so that I could go out for the day. I sometimes looked for a job, and sometimes I just walked. Walked, daydreaming about everything that I would never be able to have.
I loved the earth, it was so peaceful and quiet and calm, you can do anything here. After the dramatic chaos of being a gundam pilot in a war the earth is a good place to retire, even at the early age of 17. The earlier years of pain and suffering have made me come to realize just how lucky I am. Even if Heero would never feel the same toward me that I do to him, I would be happy anyway, because I am going to spend as much of my time as I can with him.
He gets a little frustrated at me sometimes, but at least he is there to get frustrated, unlike solo. I miss him so much, I would have loved to known him when we grew up, but things just don't work out to our advantage all of the time do they?
I continued to walk down the dusty road, tall leafy trees lined the road, creating a blanket of shadow over me. I continued walking and reached town just in time to almost get hit by a truck. This was going to be a horrible day, I could tell.
Chapter One: A premonition
The warning sirens flashed red, Deathscythe's alarms were going wild in alert status, warning him of the enemies that were surrounding him. He flung his arms wildly sending sprays of bullets deep into the enemy flanks, splitting up their formations.
The scythe swept up in high arcs causing massive explosions across the battlefield. A blast struck him from behind making him to fall, down to one knee.
A sudden attack came from behind, creating an earth shattering explosion, frying the metal and causing large pieces of the armor to bust off. He whipped around dropping his shield, lightening his load and enabling him to compensate for the weight loss.
He flung the shield at his attacker causing him to explode into millions of pieces. He rose his guns planning to retaliate, only to find a sharp clicking sound in the place of bullets.
The pilot bowed his head in dispair, his long bangs falling down over his eyes. Crying out in frustration, he slammed his hands down on the console causing sparks to come flying out from the mechanisms. Several loud curses could be heard by four other pilots having their own similar problems.
Tears sprang to the deathscythe pilots' eyes as he realized what was inevitably going to happen. "I'm going to die," he whispered to himself, starting to cry even more. His sobs and pleas were heard by the nearby wing pilot, and his head slightly bowed, expressing the sheer frustration of the situation, trying to take in the facts and deal with the soon to be loss of his fellow pilot and friend.
Deathscythe's pilot, turned and looked his enemies straight in the eyes, dropped his scythe straight to the ground. He turned his face up, and looked just in time to see, a laser cannon blast heading straight for him.
An air-splitting scream split the air,
I sat, straight up in my bed.
It was a horrible dream, and once I finally slowed the beat of my heart back down to normal, I laughed to myself, realizing how silly the dream actually was. The war was over now, it had been 2 years since those awful days of not knowing if you were going to make it, and not knowing whether or not if you would come home and everyone would be there, but we had faith.
We knew that each of us would do our jobs and that if we were careful we would make it through all right.
The sun was streaming in through my window, illuminating everything. I lay back on the black cotton sheets and looked out the window at the morning, er.. afternoon sky.
Now, we lived on earth with Quatre, he insisted that we stay with him, he had asked us what else his money was good for, so we decided to humor him and stay.
I turned and glanced at my clock, "Damn, it's 2 already," I muttered to myself.
I always slept in, the guys usually razz me about not having a job, especially when I sleep in this late. I also have to constantly remind Heero that he doesn't have a job either, but I usually end up with a bloody nose or on the floor. What a great friend.
I got out of my bed and slipped on my usual "Priest" garb, tying my hair back in it's messy braid. Stumbling over all of the junk on my floor, I fell to the door, opening it and ran down the hall.
"OHAYOU!" I shouted as I flung myself down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Acting like a baka is always such fun.
Quatre's shoulders flinched at the annoying sound of my voice. "Morning Duo, Do you want some breakfast?"
I poured myself a huge bowl of cereal, adding 3 heaping spoonfuls of sugar, the breakfast of Champions. Maybe the sugar is what contributed to my daily "high", nah.
"Duo,"
"What is it Quatre?" I asked.
"You really shouldn't sleep in this late anymore, you really never do anything to make you so tired."
"I know Quatre, but I am like a creature of the night," I said in a joking voice. "Don't worry I'll be just fine."
I started out of the kitchen as Quatre threw an "I hope so," over my shoulder. I walked down the hall to where a sharp clicking noise could be heard from down the hall. I continued toward the sound, tip-toeing so as not to draw any attention to myself.
"Heero..." I whispered to myself. The very thought of him make me weak, I know that the chance of him ever having feelings about me is like one in a million, make that a trillon, well, make that never, but I can't help the way that I feel.
"Duo! Stop sneaking around and go away, I have work to do." A grumpy voice growled at me.
At the sound of Heero's sharp reprimand, I jumped up and ran, startled, off down the hall. I ran into the living room, my chest heaving and me laughing at the same time. How many times had he caught me sitting outside his door? How many times? Did he know? He couldn't possibly, he would have smacked me straight, across the room. Into a wall. Or he would have tied me to the end of his buster rifle and KABBOOOM; you get the idea.
After my fits of giggles stopped completely, I went back up to my room, careful not to disturb Heero, still typing away down the hall. I went to my closet, aka my floor, and picked up my jacket so that I could go out for the day. I sometimes looked for a job, and sometimes I just walked. Walked, daydreaming about everything that I would never be able to have.
I loved the earth, it was so peaceful and quiet and calm, you can do anything here. After the dramatic chaos of being a gundam pilot in a war the earth is a good place to retire, even at the early age of 17. The earlier years of pain and suffering have made me come to realize just how lucky I am. Even if Heero would never feel the same toward me that I do to him, I would be happy anyway, because I am going to spend as much of my time as I can with him.
He gets a little frustrated at me sometimes, but at least he is there to get frustrated, unlike solo. I miss him so much, I would have loved to known him when we grew up, but things just don't work out to our advantage all of the time do they?
I continued to walk down the dusty road, tall leafy trees lined the road, creating a blanket of shadow over me. I continued walking and reached town just in time to almost get hit by a truck. This was going to be a horrible day, I could tell.