Now I've read so many fic's about the generation after the GW Pilots and the majority of them aren't quite as interesting as I'd like them to be, so this is my version of what being the child of a GW Pilot is like. This fic, I noticed, has a slightly violent theme, (reference to rape, alcohol, and violent language), but it gets better as it goes. All of the GW Pilots will be in here with their children.
GW Pilot: Child or Children
Heero: Phoenix (Boy) and Hope (Girl)
Duo: Dual (Boy)
Trowa: Cassandra (Cassie) and Alix (Twin Girls)
Quatre: Kiyo (Boy)
Wufei: Nataku (Girl)
Zechs and Noin: Cristian (Boy)
Note: Yes, this fic has Yaoi. So if you can't handle it, don't like it, are disgusted by it, or think it's wrong just don't read it. I've given you warning so don't take it out on me if you don't listen.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing Characters, don't own the setting, aw hell, I own nothing (everything belongs to Bandi and Sunrise). The children and other random side characters I did make up though!
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Out of the Darkness and Into the Light
Introduction: Just Being
One singular thought had always plagued me throughout my childhood; who was I…really? It was a question I had never been able to answer. I asked my adopted mother, but she couldn't tell me. As for my adoptive father well, I'll get to that later.
Yes, I was adopted. I vaguely recall the details, but it all began when I was three. My real Father, I remember loving him so much, brought me to the orphanage on Colony L2 v33421. He told me that I wasn't safe with him, told me he'd return when everything was alright, and I believed him. I was three fucking years old! How could I not! Then he left…left my life forever… or so I thought. I'm fourteen now. Not a word, not a letter… and I was adopted. Mrs. Kayla was a wonderful woman. She adopted me when I was eight. I've lived with her and her husband ever since.
I'll tell you now; my life's a living hell. Probably wondering why. Well it began about three years ago when my adoptive father and mother were having post marital issues. He started drinking then and didn't stop. He'd hit me or Mrs. Kayla every now and again for no reason at all. I'm sporting two nasty bruises at the moment from the asshole actually. My real problems from him had only just started though. He'd stopped going to work and no one would hire him because he was chronically drunk, so he'd be home when I got back from school. It would be just me and him. I learned quite quickly to avoid him then. Especially after he'd cornered me and tried to rape me. And I'm not a girl either. I took to locking myself in my room after school and until Mrs. Kayla got home. Her presence offered some solace thankfully, or I don't think I'd have maintained myself for so long.
So that was my life at the time. It was about to change. I had no idea of course, but who would have guessed that fate, which had been so cruel to me previously, would decide to play make-up with me. This is the story of that day, and what followed.
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Chapter 1: Hell, then a Ray of Hope
It all began the afternoon before. It was a Friday and I'd stayed late at school helping one of my teachers clean her classroom. Anything was better then home in my opinion. Usually my adoptive father was asleep when I got home, passed out from drinking all day. He'd wake up usually around 5 or so. But unluckily for me he didn't on that day. I entered my home and looked to make sure he was out on the couch…only to find him gone. My heart raced in panic. Where the hell was he? Then I knew. He was behind me, pushing me down into the couch, effortlessly tossing my backpack out of the way. I kicked and screamed, but there was no one to hear me. The neighbors for the most part were still at work, and it was too much distance for them to hear me if they were home. So I had to resort to physical means to escape, just one problem…I was fourteen, he was 40, there was a definite size and muscle difference. For my age I was well built. Slim, but deceptively so. It was all muscle. Even with that though, I was still no match against him. I went down, still fighting, but quickly realilzing I was just tiring myself out dangerously. He pinned me to the couch, the next thing I knew he was unbuttoning my pants. Again I fought but to no avail. It was a lost cause.
Afterwards I laid trembling in his grasp. It took him awhile, but he did fall asleep, and when he did I made my escape. I pushed out from under him, made a grab for my backpack, and then sprinted up the steps not caring in the least that I was unclothed. I reached my room and slammed the door shut, locking it quickly. I forced myself to calm long enough to get dressed before throwing myself down onto the bed, face full in the pillow, and screamed out all my pain, anger, and frustration. So I laid there, trying desperately to console myself about what had happened. It was hours before I fell unconscious from exhaustion, each seeming like its own eternity. That day was the worst of my entire life.
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I didn't awake again until the next morning, and that was to someone pounding on the door to my room followed by the sweet voice of Mrs. Kayla.
"There's someone here to see you Kiyo," she called from just outside my door.
Someone here? To see me? I was surprised, but not in the mood for a visitor.
"I don't want to talk to anybody!" I replied, making sure she heard me. I was firmly resolved never to set foot out of my room, not even if the sky was falling.
"Kiyo, honey, it's important,"
I sat straight up in bed. Important? No one important ever comes to see me…actually no one had ever come to my house to see me. I had no friends at school, no one wanted to get near me, and even though some of my teachers had a vague idea of my home life, they wouldn't ever come to my house.
So I got out of bed and tried to make myself decently presentable, not how I felt at all. I would have liked to have gotten a shower, but that had been out of the question the night before and I couldn't keep this person waiting so long. After a few minutes of forcing myself to stop trembling I emerged from my room quite like a frightened mouse from its home with a hungry cat around. It's awful how being raped destroys one's sense of security and degrades you to fearful scurrying. I hated it.
I found Mrs. Kayla just outside my door, a wonderful smile on her beautiful face. She had long blond hair, a strand of which had fallen out of the bun it had been in and was now hanging down just in front of her left eye. I could feel her dark brown eyes watching me. I avoided them, not wanting to look into them. I knew she knew, but refused to ever discuss it with her. There was nothing she could do about it, ever.
"I'm ready," I said briefly. She nodded, taking my hand, and led me downstairs to our living room.
Uncontrollably I shuddered; once from just being in that room again and a second time at seeing my adoptive father sitting on the other side of the room. He was talking with someone; they had their back to me, but turned towards me when I entered. He had platinum blond hair and eyes that looked to be somewhere between blue and green. I stopped dead in the doorway. I knew that face…
"Kiyo, this is Mr. Quatre Winner," I heard Mrs. Kayla explain behind me. "He's come from the v33421 adoption center…" and then I knew exactly who he was.
"Father?" I asked, very timidly.
He gave a smile, one so familiar that I nearly broke down in tears.
"Yes Kiyo,"
I didn't know what to say…I didn't know what to do…it had been eleven years since I'd seen him. I wasn't even sure I should believe him.
"He's… he's going to take you back with him Kiyo," I heard Mrs. Kayla say. She herself sounded on the edge of tears.
I turned to her and hugged her, feeling guilty in a way.
"He can give you a better home then we can," she said softly. I had no doubt in that.
It all happened so fast. One moment I was hugging Mrs. Kayla, the next saying goodbye, and after that in a car with him, my Father, headed to the Colony Shuttleport. I snapped back to my senses then, realizing that there was one question I had to have answered.
"Why?" I asked when we were about halfway to the Shuttleport. "Why did you come back?"
With a brief little side glance at me he answered my question quite simply.
"Because I love you Kiyo. You're my son. I don't expect you to forgive me for what I did, but I had to. I promise I'll explain when we get home," he replied.
Home? Where was home? But he answered that question before I could ask it.
"We're going to one of the L4 colonies."
"That's half way across Space!" I gasped quite shocked. I guess I wasn't going to see Mrs. Kayla again… I was really going to miss her…
My Father must have seen my reaction because he gave me a sympathetic smile.
"You loved them, didn't you?" he asked me.
"I loved Mrs. Kayla like she was my Mother," was my answer. When I looked up at him and saw the depth of his concern I just knew I would be so much happier with him. He would love me, care for me… never again would my adoptive father lay a hand on me. I'd be safe with him. And for once in my life I had hope.
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