Revenge of the Plot Bunnies!!
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Ahem, I mean welcome to my land of Plot Bunnies! I've been suffering some massive writer's block lately in connection to several of the stories I have posted and the evil little bunnies have been breeding like nobody's business. But rather than post the little bits and pieces separately as stories, I decided to post what I've written so far for each one and let the reviewers decide what ones would make interesting stories! Some have complete first (and sometimes second chapters), others have partial first chapters and perhaps little bits and pieces of later story parts. Fun, isn't it? So, let us begin...
Fukai Mori (temporary title)Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing...ha duh you dummy heads!
Author's Note: This is one of those stories I've been working on off and on for a long time. I have a ton of notes on it, I just haven't gotten around to turning those into actual story parts. If I decide to make this into a full fledged fic, these short little paragraphs will get extended a bit. 'Cause they're really little right now! And changes will be made to the characters...I like Trowa in the second version of this better, I think. Gypsy/hermit Trowa!
These woods are beautiful at night. Sure, they can be considered equally beautiful in the daylight. The warm dappled light that pierces through the cool green of the trees, the songs of the birds, and the flowers that turn their faces towards the sun. But at night it takes on a different sort of life, a split personality so unlike the one shown in the daylight. The sparkling lights of the fireflies and the soft call of owls as they hunted small, scurrying creatures. Dark dancing shadows amid the shining moon light. This was his world. For centuries he had lived here, though had no sense of the passing of time. It all blurred into a never-ending night that stretched into the dark abyss of memory smothering anything that came before....
Sir Heero, his ever famous scowl lightening slightly, rode towards the small nameless village at the very outskirts of the kingdom. This 'quest' that the Crown Prince Milliardo hat sent him on was well timed. The Princess Relena was becoming more and more of a nuisance than ever before in her pursuit of Heero. So much so that he all but jumped at the chance to travel so far from the castle and his self proclaimed fiancée. He went over again what the Prince had told him. This small village on the edge of nowhere was plagued by an evil spirit haunting the woods to the east. More likely it was a band of clever bandits playing on the simple country folks' superstitions. The envoy sent from the village claimed there were floating lights at night, strange laughter, and things were forever going missing in the town, from small things such as food or household items to the Mayor's son. Whatever the cause, though, Heero planned to destroy whatever or whoever it was.
Relena stood atop the second tallest tower of her father's castle, eyes scanning the southeastern horizon, their normal blue turned a cloudy grey as she awaited the return of her beloved knight. Smiling a horribly, unpleasantly obsessed smile, she thought back to when he first arrived at the castle. He was only a small boy when he appeared near the gates of the castle. The countryside was in the throes of a virulent plague, but he seemed untouched by it though he could not remember anything before arriving at the castle. Relena had become instantly smitten by him, his tousled hair and dark, penetrating eyes. A girl of seven, her head filled with romantic images of fairy tale weddings and happily ever afters, she felt that this mysterious boy was her destiny and nothing, not even his adamant refusal and death threats, would shake her from her decision. She waited, for now. They would wed when he returned, willing or no. Relena contented herself with ideas on how best to break though his outer hatred to the love she just knew was there and dedicated to her and only her.
The small village spread out before him and was everything one would expect. Quaint, picturesque, surrounded by neatly plowed fields, and bordered by a small range of mountains and a dense forest. Wasting no more time taking in the scenery, Heero made his way to the Mayor's home. He dismounted and let a stable hand take his horse while he was led inside by a tall, brown-haired boy with only one of his green eyes exposed, the other was covered by a long section of hair that hung over the entire side of his face. The room to which he was led was large and well-appointed showing that though this village was small it was doing well. His guide bowed to a gentleman seated at the far end of the room and then to Sir Heero before taking up a stance a short distance away from young blond boy seated near the Mayor. "Come, sit good Sir Knight." The mayor stood giving a half bow and waving to a third seat.