This is my second Fan Fiction (My first was a total flop, so this story is completely without any referece to mermaids or demons like my last one _) :D
This may be slightly AU and slightly canon so not everything is exactly like the anime. I will try and get it as close to the anime as I can, without ODing on the whole OC thing.
I wont spoil anything to you, you'll have to read ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but Hanna (for this chapter anyways). Veda owns the rest, and I requested the use of their names through her.
Enjoy and R&R please ;)
The Girl of Fire
By: Hanna Karima
Preference:
I have remembered.
The shards of the memories I have recalled,
That now is tightening around my chest
When I have learned of the reason of your disappearance,
Even if I must end up killing my foolish self
I have remembered.
I'll keep praying and praying,
For the once-tied strings of our fate,
To be tied together once again
Even if I know this is a sin...
I have remembered,
I'll let myself plunge into darkness.
Remember.
Don't remember me.
Chapter 1: Old Meets New
The wind whipped wildly against the window of my bedroom. The heavy rains beat against the roof like a drummer against his drum. I sighed and hugged my knees closer to my chest, wishing the time would go by faster. It was 7 O'clock in the afternoon and the day had progressed at an utterly slow pace. The only escape I had away from myself is the art of drawing I had perfected over the course of my unnaturally long existence. Hundreds of pictures of different people, from ones I have met, to ones I will meet and even those of my past lives, hung against the walls of my small bedroom.
I heard laughter from above me. Quietly, under my breath, I cursed the apartment and held back the urge to yell at them. I could hear them talking, singing and drinking. For the most part, I ignored them until I heard a knock at their front door, scuffling, the door opening and a question asked. I strain to hear the answer. "Oh sorry if we disturbed anyone," A pause as the questioner asked another question, the answer came from a voice full of contained excitement, "she lives in the apartment right below this one, 4C I think it is." Another question is asked from the mysterious stranger. My heart had begun to race as I thought of who might want to see the girl in 4C, who just happened to be me. "How could I ever forget her? She is hot tempered and her eyes give me the creeps, it should not be possible for them to be such color…"
As fast as I could, which was quite fast, I cleaned up my apartment, got dressed into some light winter cloths and toss the stray laundry into my room and shut the door. I started some tea on the stove, brushed my hair, made my bed, and cooked a light meal before the door finally rang. My heart raced and adrenaline pumped into my blood, I bounded to the door and opened it. My heart dropped. Oh no. I allowed myself the small thought before backing away from the door.
Standing outside the door, was an older man with a nasty looking scar over his right eye. He had short black hair and brown eyes and a frowning expression. Behind him, stood a young girl, possibly his daughter, with white hair and yellow eyes. No not his daughter, his Lieutenant. "Sorry to barge in on you like this Hanna, but the Federation needs you." Lt. Col. Sergei Smirnov muttered with a tired expression.
I swallowed loudly and replied in a small voice. "I'm retired." The Lieutenant behind him smirked and then resumed her emotionless mask. "You know I haven't piloted a Mobile Suit since your wife went missing, and I never plan on doing so again for a long time." When I mentioned his wife, Sergei faltered and looked a bit hurt. I looked down at my shoes and sighed, stepping to the side to allow the soldiers in. The older man introduced his Lieutenant as Soma Peries, the first non-defective super soldier and top commander under his Platoon.
Soma looked around in amazement at the pictures littering every wall. Several unfinished drawings were scattered on the table. She picked one of them up and studied the detailed picture of a young girl holding a small bear against her chest. Several wires extended from the girl's arms and her gold eyes were sad. Behind the girl who sat in the chair with the bear, was a silhouette of a boy. The only thing showing was one of his eyes, a warm milky silver color.
The young lieutenant looked from the picture to me with wide eyes. I nodded to her unanswered question. The girl in the photo was her, when she was still under testing in the Super Soldiers research facility. The young boy behind her was also anther test subject, his name I kept from her. Sergei seated himself in a comforter in front of the large TV and Soma stood by the far wall, leaning against the only bare spot.
"It has only been what 26 years since you were retired?" Soma asked and both Sergei and I shoot her a glare. "What?" She asked innocently. Sergei softened at her confused gaze. He acts so much like her father. I thought inwardly to myself. The daughter he never had.
26 years ago, a girl named Holly Smirnov, the wife of Sergei Smirnov and mother to Andrei Smirnov disappeared while protecting an HRL Solar Space Station. The whole ordeal tore both Sergei and I apart, for I had respected and looked at Holly as a sister. I sighed again and looked at the picture of all of us. Holly had her arms around my shoulders in the picture and Andrei was still only a toddler, Sergei was there to, holding the small Andrei in his arms. "I remember that day like I remember the day she disappeared." When Holly disappeared, it was my idea to have her funeral with full honors and every member of her Platoon, my Platoon and Sergei's Platoon's present for a 21 gun salute.
"As do I Hanna, but we don't have time to reminisce of the old days. A new organization has been sighted during the testing of one of our newest Mobile Suits. The machine they used was nothing like we have seen; it can use GN particles through a GN drive. Our scientists and research teams are baffled by it." Sergei explained in a serious tone. My ears perked up at his mention of GN particles, the word was familiar but I wasn't sure where exactly I had heard it before.
"I'm sorry I missed it, but I was too busy trying to get some children out of a building before a similar machine blew it sky high. I know what you saw. The organization is Celestial Being and the machines are Gundam's." I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back of the couch. Behind my closed eyes I pictured the orange mobile suit that had attacked the Super Soldier Research facility. With an inward sigh I opened my eyes and found two gold eyes from across the room staring back at me.
Soma looked at me with wide eyes. "How did you, of all people, figure that out?"
"She is an innovator, not a human Lt. Peries."
"He is right Soma, have you ever heard of Veda?" She nodded, waiting for me to explain further. "I have access to level 7, the most secretive information you could ever want. I know all the makes and models of every Gundam ever created and the names, aliases rather, that Celestial Being has given each Meister but only the meisters, not the crew itself. I could give you anything you would want to know about them." I smiled when even Sergei looked genuinely surprised by my statement. "But I won't Veda isn't something I wasn't to screw with, that information is only privy to Innovators like me."
"Of course, we wouldn't want to disrupt your trust." Soma agreed with a nod of her head.
"You could be a great weapon one day, Hanna." Sergei murmured and yawned loudly. "Well I think we will be going. Come along Lt. Peries"
Soma nodded as Sergei stood and hugged me. Soma opened the door and entered the quiet hallway, but Sergei looked into my red eyes before finally asking once more, "Will you help us Hanna Mizuri Karima? Will you become our leader and help us prevail over this new enemy? We have made a new; well I should say that Ribbons Almark, made you a new Mobile Suit, one that can crush even CB's strange so-called Gundams." I narrowed my eyes at the use of my middle name.
Soma sighed in the hallway and twirled a piece of her long white hair. She checked her watch and hurried down the hall and out into the billowing rain storm, but Sergei lingered in the threshold for a moment longer, waiting for my answer.
"Yes," I answered and shut the door without a second glance. Flinging myself down onto the couch, I connected myself to Veda, a supercomputer that only people like me, which I was under the impression I was the only one like me besides Ribbons, could access using Quantum Brainwaves.
Within my consciousness, I sighted a new strand of Quantum Brainwaves I hadn't encountered before. My curiosity peeking, I approached this new consciousness, weary of a mental attack. As I came near the other consciousness noticed me. I paused and asked: who goes there? I didn't know anyone but I could access this level of Veda.
The mysterious consciousness chuckled and responded with a cold, dreadful tone. If that is so, then you do not know how to utilize Veda's information to its fullest. Now be gone with you.
It was my turn to laugh, and it was quite the laugh if you ask me. If Veda had wanted me to know such things she would have told me. Name yourself stranger, I am Hanna Karima, you should know it if you are able to better use Veda's information.
My name is of no importance to you as yours has no importance to me. Be gone with you or I will have to forcefully remove you myself.
I left then, not wanting to piss the person off even more. When he, I was sure it was a he, spoke to me, I had a chill run down the length of my spine. "That was creepy. Who was he anyways?" I muttered my eyes wandered to the pictures on my wall. One of them in particular caught my eyes. "He was so cold when he spoke to me, how rude." I murmured. From the couch, I study the picture, taking in every detail of the man I had drawn on the yellowing paper. Tracing the lines of his face, I noticed that I had only colored his hair and his eyes. His hair was a straight, shoulder length, vivid purple, and his eyes….his eyes; they were a bright crimson red. I stood and crossed over to the drawing, ripping it from the wall. Something about the man in the picture made my blood peak with an unknown emotion. My eyes scanned over to another picture, it was the same man, or at least I had thought so, but the hair was curlier and his demeanor less evil. I left that picture and let my eyes drop to my bare feet.
With a sigh, I crossed the room and entered my bedroom. I was in a drawing mood, a mood that usually is caught between inspiration and despair. But as I neared my desk, I decided to write something instead of drawing. Grabbing a pencil and paper I began to scribble down this:
Remember
Our sullied and deeply sinned love,
If I could rewind time,
I would like to live one more time
Through that vivid season we once lived through.
Remember.
Tell me why my tears wouldn't stop (Tell me...)
In this blank space and time, (...my tears wouldn't stop.)
I will dash through time towards that place. (Dashing through time...)
Where can I find the reason for this inescapable pain? (...why can't I escape this pain?)
I will call your name again and again, even if I lose my voice,
For I want you to recall everything.
Remember
Don't remember me.
As I scrawled the last letter on the page, I felt a dull headache at the base of my head. I groaned and headed into the shower for a few minutes of peace to forget all my worries, and to forget about the mysterious man in Veda. The water felt good on my skin, and the steam cleared my mind at a comfortable pace. I began to think about the only problem ahead of me. Should I really be rejoining the Federation? Could I even still fly a mobile suit? And would I be able to come to terms with my weakness against mental attacks? In this new century, Quantum Brainwaves weren't uncommon. More the 15% of the population in just the HRL have showed signs of high Brainwaves. Something Aeolia had mentioned when Ribbons and I had been released from our incubations pods a 150 years ago.
Would it be wrong for me to fight again? Or would it bring doom and more fighting to have the 'Girl of Fire' fighting for just one nation? I looked up at the tiled wall of the shower and raised a fist. It's just not fair, why do people always have to fight? Why do they have to bring justice to wrongs through violence and worst of all, through deaths! I punched a fist-sized hole, clear through the 4 inch tiled wall. Warm blood rushed down my arm and washed away when it came in contact with the water. A stream of red water washed down the drain; I leaned my head against the wall and held onto the hole for support. My legs started to shake and the world tilted.
I slumped against the wall and sat in the steaming water, barely conscious. My mind went blank, and when again I woke, I found myself in my bed, fully dressed and with a worse headache than I had started with. Finally I drifted off to sleep, but no dreams came to me that night.
I hope who ever read this liked it and please review :D. The second chapter will be up as soon as I finish retyping it, as well as the other 4 chapters after that ^_^ If anyone, who is currently enrolled as a Beta-reader, please message me, I am in need of beta-readers :3 Thanks and please review P: