War's Reflection
By: Shinigami Maxwell
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all of it's characters are not mine, and belong to their respective owners.
Authors notes: OK this idea came out of nowhere when I was reading something that my friend Gaberiel Yaslana wrote (She's really good writer and she has a website. If you want to visit it, it's at www.angelfire.com/anime2/shunchan003/index.html, so stop by and visit it sometime!) and it was really weird because when it hit me it took me less then a second to have the entire story all writen in my head. So here is the first part. I hope you enjoy reading this um....interesting fic.
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Ever get the feeling that you don't belong, or that there is something that isn't right with the universe? Almost like you're on a stage, in a play and you're the only one who knows that its just a play. That everyone else believes it's the 'real' world and you are the only one who knows that you can walk off that stage? What if...somehow... you were right?
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The noise that the alarm clock was emitting cut through the haze of sleep that surrounded the small blond boy. Groaning the said boy turned off the horrid thing and got out of bed, promptly heading for the shower. After a nice long shower, the golden haired one got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Glancing over to the calendar Quatre noticed that it was March 22nd,AC 195. Suddenly, Quatre had a sensation that he was missing something important, like the feeling one gets in a dream right before they realise that they forgot to wear pants to school. Quickly the Winner heir tried to shake the feeling, and came close, but he could still feel it there just hanging in the corner of his mind. Trying his best to ignore it Quatre prepared for school and left the house, walking toward the school.
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The feeling of sudden unease swamped a certain braided boy as he left his house as well. For the first time in his life he was going to early for school, because for some reason or another a dream came to him last night. Duo had a feeling that it was important and yet he couldn't remember any of the dream. Just the lingering feeling that something had just slipped through his fingers, like sand through an everfull hourglass. And Duo had a feeling that it would be effecting his life soon. So with the unease still with him Duo boarded the school bus and started, probably, his most interesting day in his 15 years of existance.
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Still in the shower Heero didn't have to worry about being late seeing as he lived practically right next to the school. But these days Heero felt as if he had no purpose in life. Like whatever he was supposed to do he wasn't doing it, and now today he was feeling it stronger then most days. The feeling of emptiness almost brought him to his knees when it had first struck him this morning. And now it was starting to form into a tight ball that was settling in his stomach. Glancing at his water proof watch that he always wore, The blue eyed boy realised that he had stayed in the shower a little too long, and was going to be late if he didn't hurry. But he couldn't shake that feeling of incredible loss that followed him, as he dressed and left the house.
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A lone figure danced around his rather spacious room, in an intracate dance that involed nothing but skill, a sword, and himself. He was oblivious to everthing around him except the air that flowed around his body and the movements of the things around him. Finally, the figure came to a stop in the middle of his room, and placed his sword back in it's sheath, and put that back in it's proper place on his dresser. Wu Fei looked around his room, again, for any thing that seemed out of place; And like the times before he found nothing that shouldn't be there, or that wasn't there. Him could feel it though. The feeling that there was something wrong. It surrounded him and refused to let go until he found out what it was. Today his sword routine was longer and somehow different then the others that he usually did on 'normal' mornings. Sweeping his room with one last glance Wu Fei headed down the road to the bus stop and the rest of day, which now promised to be a long one.
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Wrongness. Unease. Anxity. Loss. All of these feelings swirled together and mixed, all forming in the mind of one long banged boy, who added one extra feeling to the list which seemed to be getting longer. Worry.
It all gathered and today as thoughts whirled though his head Trowa finished his breakfast and left the trailer and the circus grounds where he lived and headed to school. Still tossing thoughts around his head as he walked, and one question kept popping up: What is wrong?
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By: Shinigami Maxwell
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all of it's characters are not mine, and belong to their respective owners.
Authors notes: OK this idea came out of nowhere when I was reading something that my friend Gaberiel Yaslana wrote (She's really good writer and she has a website. If you want to visit it, it's at www.angelfire.com/anime2/shunchan003/index.html, so stop by and visit it sometime!) and it was really weird because when it hit me it took me less then a second to have the entire story all writen in my head. So here is the first part. I hope you enjoy reading this um....interesting fic.
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Ever get the feeling that you don't belong, or that there is something that isn't right with the universe? Almost like you're on a stage, in a play and you're the only one who knows that its just a play. That everyone else believes it's the 'real' world and you are the only one who knows that you can walk off that stage? What if...somehow... you were right?
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The noise that the alarm clock was emitting cut through the haze of sleep that surrounded the small blond boy. Groaning the said boy turned off the horrid thing and got out of bed, promptly heading for the shower. After a nice long shower, the golden haired one got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Glancing over to the calendar Quatre noticed that it was March 22nd,AC 195. Suddenly, Quatre had a sensation that he was missing something important, like the feeling one gets in a dream right before they realise that they forgot to wear pants to school. Quickly the Winner heir tried to shake the feeling, and came close, but he could still feel it there just hanging in the corner of his mind. Trying his best to ignore it Quatre prepared for school and left the house, walking toward the school.
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The feeling of sudden unease swamped a certain braided boy as he left his house as well. For the first time in his life he was going to early for school, because for some reason or another a dream came to him last night. Duo had a feeling that it was important and yet he couldn't remember any of the dream. Just the lingering feeling that something had just slipped through his fingers, like sand through an everfull hourglass. And Duo had a feeling that it would be effecting his life soon. So with the unease still with him Duo boarded the school bus and started, probably, his most interesting day in his 15 years of existance.
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Still in the shower Heero didn't have to worry about being late seeing as he lived practically right next to the school. But these days Heero felt as if he had no purpose in life. Like whatever he was supposed to do he wasn't doing it, and now today he was feeling it stronger then most days. The feeling of emptiness almost brought him to his knees when it had first struck him this morning. And now it was starting to form into a tight ball that was settling in his stomach. Glancing at his water proof watch that he always wore, The blue eyed boy realised that he had stayed in the shower a little too long, and was going to be late if he didn't hurry. But he couldn't shake that feeling of incredible loss that followed him, as he dressed and left the house.
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A lone figure danced around his rather spacious room, in an intracate dance that involed nothing but skill, a sword, and himself. He was oblivious to everthing around him except the air that flowed around his body and the movements of the things around him. Finally, the figure came to a stop in the middle of his room, and placed his sword back in it's sheath, and put that back in it's proper place on his dresser. Wu Fei looked around his room, again, for any thing that seemed out of place; And like the times before he found nothing that shouldn't be there, or that wasn't there. Him could feel it though. The feeling that there was something wrong. It surrounded him and refused to let go until he found out what it was. Today his sword routine was longer and somehow different then the others that he usually did on 'normal' mornings. Sweeping his room with one last glance Wu Fei headed down the road to the bus stop and the rest of day, which now promised to be a long one.
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Wrongness. Unease. Anxity. Loss. All of these feelings swirled together and mixed, all forming in the mind of one long banged boy, who added one extra feeling to the list which seemed to be getting longer. Worry.
It all gathered and today as thoughts whirled though his head Trowa finished his breakfast and left the trailer and the circus grounds where he lived and headed to school. Still tossing thoughts around his head as he walked, and one question kept popping up: What is wrong?
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