The Cloaked Ones
A Gundam Wing FanFiction
By Mary K. (a.k.a Chibi^Pan)
DISCLAIMER: Gundam Wing, its characters, etc. are owned by their respective owners. I do not own any of Gundam Wing, so please don't sue me! I don't have any money anyway! Why do you torture me so......
Key:
"Thinking.." - All thoughts will be quoted in Italic.
"Saying.." - All things said aloud will be quoted normally.
Profound! - All things meant to be emphasised will be printed in italic.
Author's Note: My fifth attempt at fanfiction. A short little ditty 'bout Duo! If you see any typos, or would just like to offer some constructive critisism, e-mail me at Lucrezia_Noin@vizmail.net
This is a rather short fic.....but oh well!
In the midst of many sad and amazing turmoils, I seem to find a minute amount of happiness looking at this moon. These stars. This sky.
I hold my head high, above the regret. Above the shame, I find courage in the night, and even my sorrow is lacking tears to shed. What I am feeling is beyond tears now. I can only hope that living a life like this is better than dying, because even dying is starting to look rather tempting now.
When people see me, I fake a smile, and am ready to flaunt my mock-perkiness at the right times. And at the right times, I practise strict cynicism and... something close to despair. I wear a cloak, and though no one can see it, it hides my fears.
Except for them.
They wear cloaks too. And one must know that whomever wears a cloak also can see others' fears creep out from under the dark. So my secret is revealed to those who suffer with me. My companions, the closest things to friends I have ever had.
Heero, the strong silent one. Silent in so many more ways than one. Only God knows what that boy has been through, and perhaps only God should know.
Trowa... clown boy. Even drowning in my self-pity I can laugh at the thought of the composed and silent Gundam Pilot clad in traditional clown costuming. Catherine Bloom's existence has nearly convinced me that his emotions can control his actions... once in a while.
Quatre, peaceful soul. Apologetic to the maximum, and polite as an old lady, he rescues us all from whatever situations we encounter that require a tender heart and compassionate thinking.
Wufei. Stubborn, Chinese, massive inferiority complex, and set in his ways. That's Wufei in a nutshell. I suppose whatever past he had has taught him how to achieve one thing quite well: Justice.
That's us Gundam pilots.... and me of course......
.......Duo Mawell.
I run, I hide, but I never lie.