Kitty's Mewling: Hey everyone! This is my first hand at a fanfic, so please, comments, suggestions, flames, criticism, anything will be helpful! I just had this idea poking around in my mind and my cousin's always bugging me to post somethin' up... so here I am ^_^ Hope you enjoy, sorry this one's a little short!
Through Demon's Eyes
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction
By: Koneko-chan
Italics indicates a flashback or thought of sorts. Also indicates voices and other weird, freaky stuff. ^_^
~*~*~*~*~*~ indicates a change in time
I should have never gotten involved. Aiding that slum orphan was irresponsible and a major risk to blowing my cause – who would have ever thought someone like myself would cripple at the sight of such a helpless and dirty child? I've met many before like that of the wiry punk, but somehow… I knew that he wouldn't have survived if I hadn't intervened. What concern is it of mine? He's nothing special… except for the familiar gleam I see in his cobalt orbs… and his truly impressive instinct to survive… perhaps I see a little of myself in this young one… this pity and sorrow that I feel… yes, that must be it, there can be nothing else. There is no room allowed for anything else but… they disagree with me. Nothing too surprising – I have my ways of turning thoughts and the flow of blood…
For I am, Shinigami.
Chapter One
I heard the familiar howls of the Chinese pilot fill the halls of our dorm building. Wincing ever so slightly I glanced over at the stoic Wing pilot, who was busy typing away at his laptop. Nothing unusual there – nothing could *ever* divert his attention away from the glow of the screen. This time was no different, as Wufei stormed into our room without bothering to knock. Carefully slipping my mask into place, I pasted a cheerful smile on my face and happily greeted, "Hey Wu-man! Who woulda thought that you wouldn't be in your jammys and fast asleep in you wittle bed -- "
"MAXWELL! How DARE you even try you're facade with me when you know VERY WELL that – "
"Eh, Wu-man, you need to relax! I'm starting to think that pigtail of yours is on *too tight* with the way you're – ""I DEMAND THAT YOU CALL THAT, THAT ONNA BACK AND EXPLAIN THIS MESS AT ONCE!" I paused a moment to observe his reaction from my little… prank. As expected his hands were clenched into tight fists at his side, and he was gritting his teeth.
"But Wu-man, well all know that you and Sally Po have a little thing for – "
"KISAMA MAXWELL CALL THAT ONNA UP AT ONCE!" I saw his hand reach behind him and once again his ever-present katana was unsheathed. Throwing up my hands in surrender and caution, I began to back away ever so slowly.
"Easy Wu-man, I know you don't wanna – " I stopped when he took a step forward. My eyes widened as he continued his advance, and I glanced at Heero in desperation.
"Oy, Heero, a little help please!" I heard the clicking of keys pause for a brief moment, before a monotone voice replied, "Duo, just do as he says. You had no right to be in his computer files in the first place." Then the annoying clicks resumed.
I was doomed. If there ever was a God, now would be a good time to jump in --
"Well, it's not *my fault* that Wu-man over here doesn't know how to respond to an invite, I was only thinking of his good interests – " I stopped my smooth-talking when I saw Wufei's sword hand turn an ugly shade of white. "Eh, Wu-man! Don't hurt your self now – "
"Do NOT call me that distasteful name Maxwell! Call that onna up and explain – "
"Fine fine, sheesh Wu – " I paused, and then quickly corrected myself, "—Wufei, I'll contact Sally and tell her you're not quite ready for dinner yet, relax – "
"Just kindly tell her that I'm busy, will you Maxwell?!" His katana came down slightly and his grip lessened. Good thing too, 'cuz I if I hadn't known any better, Wufei wasn't the type to kid around when it came to turning me into a shishkebob. Sure, he'd hesitate at Quatre or Trowa or even Heero, but no, not me. I'm just too damn happy for him or something.
"Hai, I know, just relax a little – " Before I could finished my phrase the door abruptly slammed shut, causing Heero to pause in his hacking once more.
"Well, that was close, you were *such* a big help Mr. I'm-the-perfect-soldier-Yuy!" I flopped onto my bed and glared at the boy who had resumed his typing. "Have anything to say for yourself?"
"…. Hn …. " was his reply – although I'm not surprised. The kid rarely speaks a word and when he does, it's almost *always* related to the current mission at hand. At least Wufei speaks about other things (although those 'other things' usually involve the word "justice" or "weak onna", but hey, a guy can't ask too much neh?) and you can actually hold a conversation (or at least in my case a fight) with the guy! Sheesh…
In response to his lack-of response, I simply rolled my eyes at the back of his head and got up, grabbing my black jacket and cap. Dressing myself as I made my way over to the window, I announced, "I'll be out for a stroll, if anyone cares." I pushed the window pane up and climbed onto the sill. "Be back in a while."
"Get back early enough to get some rest – we have a – "
"Blah blah, yeah, I know, a mission in the morning, see ya later, don't break your fingers hacking the hard way that you do!" and I slammed the window shut behind me.
He really needs to work on his social skills.
I began to make my way down, scaling the side of the dormitory building. Quickly I ran through the campus grounds, taking care to avoid any source of light that might reveal my appearance after curfew. As soon as I leapt over the wiry fence, scoffing at its frailness, I crossed the street and turned the corner. I've never done this before. Nope.
I didn't storm out of the dorm room because I was upset – hell no, far from it, I kinda like causing scenes like that, making Wu-man all crazy and high-strung like that. Running into the night is just something Shinigami has grown accustomed to – it gives me time to think the night before a mission. And it gives me time to repent.
Behind my happy-go-lucky exterior, lies something that I'm not quite sure of. It's not a bad thing… but I'm not so sure that I like it either. I've always been aware of it, ever since… my days with Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. I can feel my happy mask slip away as I settle down at the base of a tree. My eyes begin to mist over with moisture as the memories resurface. Why did all the killing have to happen? Why can't there just be peace?
But if there was peace, then Shinigami wouldn't exist.
I froze, and listened. Never had I seen anyone in my little spot before.
"Who, who's there…" I demanded quietly. My hand slipped inside of my jacket, only to close around air. Where the hell's my browning? I'm never without –
My body coiled up as I felt a drift in the wind. I stood up, pushing myself against the tree, as my eyes wandered around the small clearing. Before I could fully stand up a bright light blinded me; as I strained to refocus my eyes, I saw a figure standing in the distance ahead of me. There wasn't a distinct shape, but it was enough for me to make out a male of my height and stature. I couldn't see any facial features, nor the color of his hair or what he wore. It was all just a big blur to me.
Then again, I guess everything's a blur after you wake up with a pounding headache in a different spot on the other side of morning, unable to remember how you got back to your dorm room after a weird-ass encounter. Too bad I can't remember any details.
All I can see now are prussian eyes glaring into mine.
*Owari Chapter One*
Kitty's Mewling: Thanks for reading everyone!
