Fallen Wing
By: Shadow Kat
Disclaimer
- Dang, I don't own Sailormoon…or…Wait, ya, I do own Gundam Wing! OUCH! *wails when lawyers give her fierce looks and kick her* Ok, ok, I don't own either anime. Happy? They belong to their respective companies, yada yada yada. But I do own Sailor Shadow! Yay! *makes face at the lawyer people*Otay, on with the fic!
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It was in the early morning hours in Tokyo and Kat still tossed and turned. She knew she was supposed to have school the next morning, but it wasn't as if she felt up to going. Lately, she had been having horrible dreams that kept reoccurring- there was this boy…with long brown hair swept into a braid. Each time, he would be oblivious to a raven-haired boy who would proceed to stab him and slit his throat. Kat was afraid to fall asleep. She knew that these were just dreams, evaporations of sleep, but she still felt a growing fear for that black haired young man who was so violent in each dream. Not only were these horrid images haunting her mind, but also Kat had been seeing a tall woman with deep green swirling hair…carrying a staff in the shape of a key. Kat had come to understand that this woman was called Setsuna, or Sailor Pluto.
Before laying her head down onto the pillow to try a last attempt at sleeping, Kat whispered to the green-haired soldier. "Protect the braided-one, Setsuna-chan".
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Setsuna sighed as she knew what pain she was causing that young 15-year-old. Oh, how she knew…she wished she did not have to do this, but it was for the sake of the future. Setsuna was the gaurdian of time. She was not supposed to get involved in such affairs that did not concern her, but she felt something needed to be done.
"If Kat doesn't reach her destiny, the future world will crumble," Setsuna thought solemnly.
"It must happen soon, or else nothing will be saved."
With that, the Keeper of Time and Space set off into the unknown, through the doors of time, clutching her key staff tight.
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Duo Maxwell sat alone on the steps of the gundam pilots' present hideout- a run-down stone base that was functioning to hold their gundams until the pilots could repair them for the next battle. Duo rocked back and forth sadly. He had been so lonely lately. Heero was busy working on the gundams, and that didn't matter anyway, since the silent soldier was definitely not a good conversationalist. Trowa was off somewhere with Quatre as usual. Wufei…well, Duo hadn't a clue where that black haired pilot was. Wulfei had been quite secretive these days, more than normal. Duo had no one to talk to, no one to laugh at. He sighed and stood up quickly, making his long braid swing from side to side.
"Well…guess I better make myself useful, eh?"
Speaking to no one in particular, Duo, also known as Shinigami (Author's Note: To those of you who don't know, Shinigami is Duo's nickname, it means God of Death) ambled into the base to take a look at the Deathscythe.
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That's the first part, folks! Sorry it's soooo short. I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Pweese review, it'll make me happy! By the way, you can drop me an email anytime, I accept flames too! ^_^ *grins*
