Author's note: This is my first fic posting on ff.net, so bear along with
me! It's going to be a trying period. ^_^ Not sure how many people make up
original chars, but this adds to the list I guess. To sum up Sept, she's a
terrorist and has had a really trying lifestyle since a young age. She
falls in love with Hiiro (so you can tell for the most part, what kind of
fics my later ones will be…). Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Age: 6
1 Place: L2, Osinarcus home
The petite figure coughed briefly as she wandered about the place that she had known as home for her entire six years of life. Her child eyes and mind still could not perceive the images they had seen. Tears streamed down the sides of her face and left silvery streaks. Her mother was dead and her brother had been taken away. Most likely he would be killed too…
"Why did these men come?" she wondering, shoving the last of necessities into a small pack. She did not have the slightest idea where she would go, but she knew that she had to leave the house. Police would be arriving soon. That much she did know.
A few staggered breaths escaped her lips as she neared the front room where the lifeless body of her mother lay in a pool of sweet crimson huddled around her. In order to leave the premises, she would have to pass it, most likely even step over it.
As the little girl slowly inched towards the motionless figure, light reflected off of some object. "Mommy's necklace…" the little girl whispered as she paused momentarily.
It was the only thing that she knew her mother would have wanted her to have.
The tiny figure halted just at the head of the body. Presently, she squatted down and closed her mother's eyelids then gently unlatched the choker necklace that dangled about her mother's neck. She whimpered as she stood back up and quite casually wrapped the necklace around her own neck and latched it securely.
"I don't wanna leave her like this," the girl thought, shaking her head slowly. She placed her pack next to her mother's head and tip-toed over to the couch, snatching up a blanket that lay across the back. Quickly, or rather as quickly as a child may go, she covered her mother up with the blanket.
The girl gulped hard as she paused to look back one last time. "Okaa- san," she sighed, turning gradually and closing the door quietly behind her.
As she tiny girl trudged through the streets, crisp snow beginning to descend upon them, the days events turned over and over again in her mind…those scary soldier men…her mother getting shot…hiding under the table…and her twin brother being taken away.
Perhaps it was all too much to think about at the time. The important thing was to find somewhere safe and warm to stay. Maybe she could push all of the bad memories to the back of her mind and never have to bring that terrible pain back again.
The little figure tripped up the snow-covered stair to a chapel. She rubbed her now cold face to warm it back up again. She glanced at the sign hanging close by the door before her. Though she was not quite old enough to know how to read, she knew the emblem well. She was at the Maxwell Church and she would be safe, at least for a while.
She hastily stood up and climbed up the steps, knocking harshly upon the door. Father Maxwell and all of the sisters were very kind to homeless children. Abruptly, the door was opened, the light within shooting outside, temporarily blinding the girl.
"My…my mommy's dead," the girl sniffed. "Can I please take shelter here for tonight?" She whimpered softly, rubbing her eyes, hoping to win the sympathy of the figure standing in the doorway.
"Go to the orphanage next door!" a voice screeched, harshly slamming the church door closed. The girl stood, quite dumbfounded and shocked. She cautiously glanced at the building next to the church. It looked very cold and uninviting…
She shivered as she stepped out into the fresh fallen snow, white specks continuing toward their descent. There was some sort of weather machine that created all of the weather on the colony. It was never real.
The girl sighed shortly as she paused at the top of the steps to knock lightly on the door to the orphanage. She had known some kids who had lived in the orphanage. Needless to say, they were not too happy.
Abruptly, the door flung open and a decrepit, older woman stood in the doorway. The girl slowly looked up at the woman and panicked by the time she reached her face. Suddenly, the girl screamed and turned to run, but she was plucked up by the old woman.
"You are homeless, I presume. Don't worry, child. We'll take good care of you," the old lady reassured as she ushered the young girl into a warm, cozy kitchen. "Maybe it won't be as bad as I thought," she pondered as the lady gave her some sort of warm broth in a cup. She was not hungry, but she was quite cold. So she sipped at the broth contentedly.
"You've had a long journey, little one. Do not fear. You will be taken care of from now on," the lady calmly replied as she tucked the tiny tot into a warm bed. "It seems like the entire day was a nightmare, but it's all gone and over now. Things are gonna change," the little girl pondered as she drifted off to a quiet slumber.
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Chapter 1
Age: 6
1 Place: L2, Osinarcus home
The petite figure coughed briefly as she wandered about the place that she had known as home for her entire six years of life. Her child eyes and mind still could not perceive the images they had seen. Tears streamed down the sides of her face and left silvery streaks. Her mother was dead and her brother had been taken away. Most likely he would be killed too…
"Why did these men come?" she wondering, shoving the last of necessities into a small pack. She did not have the slightest idea where she would go, but she knew that she had to leave the house. Police would be arriving soon. That much she did know.
A few staggered breaths escaped her lips as she neared the front room where the lifeless body of her mother lay in a pool of sweet crimson huddled around her. In order to leave the premises, she would have to pass it, most likely even step over it.
As the little girl slowly inched towards the motionless figure, light reflected off of some object. "Mommy's necklace…" the little girl whispered as she paused momentarily.
It was the only thing that she knew her mother would have wanted her to have.
The tiny figure halted just at the head of the body. Presently, she squatted down and closed her mother's eyelids then gently unlatched the choker necklace that dangled about her mother's neck. She whimpered as she stood back up and quite casually wrapped the necklace around her own neck and latched it securely.
"I don't wanna leave her like this," the girl thought, shaking her head slowly. She placed her pack next to her mother's head and tip-toed over to the couch, snatching up a blanket that lay across the back. Quickly, or rather as quickly as a child may go, she covered her mother up with the blanket.
The girl gulped hard as she paused to look back one last time. "Okaa- san," she sighed, turning gradually and closing the door quietly behind her.
As she tiny girl trudged through the streets, crisp snow beginning to descend upon them, the days events turned over and over again in her mind…those scary soldier men…her mother getting shot…hiding under the table…and her twin brother being taken away.
Perhaps it was all too much to think about at the time. The important thing was to find somewhere safe and warm to stay. Maybe she could push all of the bad memories to the back of her mind and never have to bring that terrible pain back again.
The little figure tripped up the snow-covered stair to a chapel. She rubbed her now cold face to warm it back up again. She glanced at the sign hanging close by the door before her. Though she was not quite old enough to know how to read, she knew the emblem well. She was at the Maxwell Church and she would be safe, at least for a while.
She hastily stood up and climbed up the steps, knocking harshly upon the door. Father Maxwell and all of the sisters were very kind to homeless children. Abruptly, the door was opened, the light within shooting outside, temporarily blinding the girl.
"My…my mommy's dead," the girl sniffed. "Can I please take shelter here for tonight?" She whimpered softly, rubbing her eyes, hoping to win the sympathy of the figure standing in the doorway.
"Go to the orphanage next door!" a voice screeched, harshly slamming the church door closed. The girl stood, quite dumbfounded and shocked. She cautiously glanced at the building next to the church. It looked very cold and uninviting…
She shivered as she stepped out into the fresh fallen snow, white specks continuing toward their descent. There was some sort of weather machine that created all of the weather on the colony. It was never real.
The girl sighed shortly as she paused at the top of the steps to knock lightly on the door to the orphanage. She had known some kids who had lived in the orphanage. Needless to say, they were not too happy.
Abruptly, the door flung open and a decrepit, older woman stood in the doorway. The girl slowly looked up at the woman and panicked by the time she reached her face. Suddenly, the girl screamed and turned to run, but she was plucked up by the old woman.
"You are homeless, I presume. Don't worry, child. We'll take good care of you," the old lady reassured as she ushered the young girl into a warm, cozy kitchen. "Maybe it won't be as bad as I thought," she pondered as the lady gave her some sort of warm broth in a cup. She was not hungry, but she was quite cold. So she sipped at the broth contentedly.
"You've had a long journey, little one. Do not fear. You will be taken care of from now on," the lady calmly replied as she tucked the tiny tot into a warm bed. "It seems like the entire day was a nightmare, but it's all gone and over now. Things are gonna change," the little girl pondered as she drifted off to a quiet slumber.