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it. Talk about a bummer.
(One shot) This story could possibly progress into more if I wanted it to. There is not a pairing in this story. Nor really. More like an unspoken affinity between the two persons. Though personally, I would be interested in reading a fic with this pairing. I don't think I've read one before.
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"The wind is strong today." He noted to himself. Almost as if the wind were in some hurry to get him somewhere. He smirked at his own thoughts. Since when did he start thinking on such a deep level?
The wind blew at his back. Messing his already unruly brown hair. He ran a hand through it unconsciously, as if it would do any good, and adjusted the duffel bag he had thrown over his shoulder.
The wind was warm. But slowly cooling with the changing of the seasons. He made a point of traveling with the wind at his back. He had always followed the wind. Like a leaf, at the winds mercy. Only able to comply with it. It had become almost natural to him now that he have the wind at his back. He had even begun changing directions with this wind, unconsciously, not even registering it anymore.
The countryside was beautiful. Fields of long tall grass stood to his right. Trees in the distance were just beginning to change colors under the warm sun hanging overhead.
To his right was a small town. He summarized the population to be only a few hundred. It looked almost picturesque. The town sitting amongst the empty countryside. It looked like something out of a history book. Untouched by modern technology.
He at the moment was traveling along the grassy hills. Abruptly, the wind changed direction on his. It blew from the west. He turned with it, but he paused momentarily when he saw this change was going to direct him strait into the town. He shrugged and dug his hands into his pockets. Moving in the winds choice of direction.
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Michiru sat up for where she was digging up weeds in her flowerbeds. She decided it was a nice day to do it in. But she looked up when she felt the wind change direction abruptly. She pulled her aqua blue hair out of her eyes before she crouched down again to finish the job.
When she looked up again, she spotted a figure walking into the town. She lived right on the outskirts so she was usually the first person to see anyone coming. By now though, the whole town probably already knew about it. Such a small town, news traveled fast. And strangers didn't pass by often.
He came down the road with the wind at his back and a duffel bag over his shoulder. He had brown unruly hair and deep blue eyes like her own. As he made his way down the street, he came past her house. But he didn't seem to notice her sitting there. His eyes were very focused on the road ahead of him.
Suddenly, they both looked up as the wind suddenly stopped blowing all together. To test her theory, she pulled one of her gloves off and stuck a finger in her mouth before putting it up in the air. Yes. The wind had stopped blowing. Strange, it was strong a moment ago.
She looked around and was surprised to see the stranger had stopped in front of her house the moment the wind had stopped blowing. Not only that, but he was doing the same thing. Also holding his finger in the air slightly.
She smiled and stood up. Pulling her gloves off, she approached the stranger and leaned on the fence in front of her house. "Hello. Welcome to Winchestertonville. (Some of you may know where I got that name.)
He nodded his head in response as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. When he saw that there was no breeze, he dropped his hand and seemed to look a little disappointed about something.
"Your car break down? We don't get many wanderers around here." She stated and motioned about the town. Pointing to some of the inhabitants who kept their distance from him out of caution.
"Not wandering. Following." He stood were he stopped and didn't look to be going anywhere. She shrugged her shoulders in response. "Why don't you come inside for something to drink? You can tell me about it."
"Hn. Thank you." He moved away from the spot he'd been standing on. He too noticed a lot of people peeking out their windows at him. People having a mixed emotion of fear and curiosity about him. They should be scared.
It was nice of this woman to be so hospitable to him though. He could tell by her accent that she was not from this town. He wondered how long she had to live here for the people to get used to her. Or are they still not used to her?
They walked through the front door of her little house and she motioned for him to sit on the couch in one of the rooms. He sat down when she returned a minute later with two glasses of ice tea.
"I'm Kaiou Michiru." She handed his a glass and sat down on one of the couches adjacent from him.
"Heero Yuy." He seemed to process those thoughts before he spoke. He looked at her for a moment curiously. "Michiru, the famous violinist?" He asked her.
She blushed slightly. Knowing that she had just given her cover away. "Yes." She admitted. She was glad to see he didn't do anything other than process that information. He nodded his head to her.
"Are you a fan of my music?" She asked and sat her glass down on the coffee table in front of her.
"No." He shook his head and sat down his glass on the table as well. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "But I had a friend who was also a violinist. He was very fond of your music. As a point of fact, you might even know him."
"Hmm? Who?" She knew she probably didn't know the guy. She had met several violinists during her career. But she was only making chit chat with this guy too.
"Quatre Rebarba Winner." He looked up to see her expression.
Ah yes. She knew him. Very well as a point of fact. She was surprised that this guy knew him though. "Yes I know him. He conducted a symphony I attended once some years back."
"I am somewhat surprised to find you here. Considering how famous you are." He picked up his drink again and leaned back in the couch. She only smiled at his remark. But it faded rather quickly.
"My dream was to be a violinist. Fandom had nothing to do with it." She felt the memories come back to her. She knew she wanted to get them off her chest. But she wasn't ready just yet. "What about you? You said you were following."
"Following the wind." He finished his drink and sat it down. After glancing at her, he saw the cryptic answer he just gave her wasn't going to suffice. He gave in and let an ever so small sigh escape him.
"I fought in the war as a soldier. All my life and from a very young age I only followed orders. Like a leaf caught in the wind, I had no real control over my life what so ever. After the war, I found out that it was not something I could discard easily. I wasn't ready to make decisions for myself when all my life they had been made for me. So after the war, I lived by the wind. And let it choose where my life would go."
He looked back to her again to see that she was smiling. This time a real smile. That stayed on her face. But it was a small smile. Laughing to some untold joke only she knew. Her gaze was on the floor.
"I too fought in a war. I may not have followed orders, but I followed my comrade. My closest friend. She was like the wind. Constantly changing directions. But I would follow her anywhere. After the war, she became a racecar driver, but she soon died in an accident during a race. After that I too decided to follow the wind. If I couldn't follow her in life, that perhaps spiritually I could. The wind brought me here."
She looked up from the floor at him to see him nodding his head in response. "We are a lot alike. Though you would never tell just by looking." He watched as she also nodded her head. It was a comfort to him that he was not completely alone in his emotions. He had emotions. He just couldn't show them. He looked out the window and saw a tree swaying in the breeze. The wind had picked up again.
Standing up, he picked up his duffel bag and threw it over his shoulder again. "I must continue. I will tell Quatre that you are fine and I will not alert the media of your whereabouts."
"Thank you." She stood up and walked him to the door. They stepped out into the breeze again. "Perhaps we will meet again."
He nodded his head and smirked at her. The closest thing she saw to a smile from him. Much like her own. "Perhaps. Kaiou Michiru."
With that, he began walking down the road again. The wind at his back. Once he was sure he was at a reasonable distance away from sight, he smiled to himself. It was nice talking to someone like that. There were so few people who actually understood him like that. So few that he could talk with like that. A shame that he couldn't more often.
She stood by the side of the road and watched him until he disappeared from sight. She smiled to herself. They did indeed have a lot in common. Possibly more than either of them chose to admit.
With that out of the way, she turned around to go back into the house. A sudden gust of wind began pushing her in the opposite direction. She stopped walking and glared at nothing in particular. She walked towards the house again. This time a stranger gust of wind blew and nearly threw her off her feet. She steadied herself when a sudden realization hit her.
"What is this? Miss I-want-nothing-to-do-with-men wants me to go after this guy? Huh Haruka?" She was sure to put on extra sarcasm when she said this. The wind picked up again. As if annoyed by her remark.
"I know you never liked me to be by myself. You mean to say you actually found a guy that meets your specifications?" The wind blew again. In the same direction, only this time not as fiercely.
She turned around and looked down in the road in the direction that the guy had gone just shortly ago. Her smile grew. If she was not careful, it might break into a grin. She always followed the wind. "Perhaps we WILL meet again. Heero Yuy."
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What do you think? Just an idea that popped into my head. Like I said this is a one shot. But I wouldn't mind trying to write a story off of it. I have never read a story with this pairing before and it might be fun to try. What do you think? R&R.
(One shot) This story could possibly progress into more if I wanted it to. There is not a pairing in this story. Nor really. More like an unspoken affinity between the two persons. Though personally, I would be interested in reading a fic with this pairing. I don't think I've read one before.
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"The wind is strong today." He noted to himself. Almost as if the wind were in some hurry to get him somewhere. He smirked at his own thoughts. Since when did he start thinking on such a deep level?
The wind blew at his back. Messing his already unruly brown hair. He ran a hand through it unconsciously, as if it would do any good, and adjusted the duffel bag he had thrown over his shoulder.
The wind was warm. But slowly cooling with the changing of the seasons. He made a point of traveling with the wind at his back. He had always followed the wind. Like a leaf, at the winds mercy. Only able to comply with it. It had become almost natural to him now that he have the wind at his back. He had even begun changing directions with this wind, unconsciously, not even registering it anymore.
The countryside was beautiful. Fields of long tall grass stood to his right. Trees in the distance were just beginning to change colors under the warm sun hanging overhead.
To his right was a small town. He summarized the population to be only a few hundred. It looked almost picturesque. The town sitting amongst the empty countryside. It looked like something out of a history book. Untouched by modern technology.
He at the moment was traveling along the grassy hills. Abruptly, the wind changed direction on his. It blew from the west. He turned with it, but he paused momentarily when he saw this change was going to direct him strait into the town. He shrugged and dug his hands into his pockets. Moving in the winds choice of direction.
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Michiru sat up for where she was digging up weeds in her flowerbeds. She decided it was a nice day to do it in. But she looked up when she felt the wind change direction abruptly. She pulled her aqua blue hair out of her eyes before she crouched down again to finish the job.
When she looked up again, she spotted a figure walking into the town. She lived right on the outskirts so she was usually the first person to see anyone coming. By now though, the whole town probably already knew about it. Such a small town, news traveled fast. And strangers didn't pass by often.
He came down the road with the wind at his back and a duffel bag over his shoulder. He had brown unruly hair and deep blue eyes like her own. As he made his way down the street, he came past her house. But he didn't seem to notice her sitting there. His eyes were very focused on the road ahead of him.
Suddenly, they both looked up as the wind suddenly stopped blowing all together. To test her theory, she pulled one of her gloves off and stuck a finger in her mouth before putting it up in the air. Yes. The wind had stopped blowing. Strange, it was strong a moment ago.
She looked around and was surprised to see the stranger had stopped in front of her house the moment the wind had stopped blowing. Not only that, but he was doing the same thing. Also holding his finger in the air slightly.
She smiled and stood up. Pulling her gloves off, she approached the stranger and leaned on the fence in front of her house. "Hello. Welcome to Winchestertonville. (Some of you may know where I got that name.)
He nodded his head in response as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. When he saw that there was no breeze, he dropped his hand and seemed to look a little disappointed about something.
"Your car break down? We don't get many wanderers around here." She stated and motioned about the town. Pointing to some of the inhabitants who kept their distance from him out of caution.
"Not wandering. Following." He stood were he stopped and didn't look to be going anywhere. She shrugged her shoulders in response. "Why don't you come inside for something to drink? You can tell me about it."
"Hn. Thank you." He moved away from the spot he'd been standing on. He too noticed a lot of people peeking out their windows at him. People having a mixed emotion of fear and curiosity about him. They should be scared.
It was nice of this woman to be so hospitable to him though. He could tell by her accent that she was not from this town. He wondered how long she had to live here for the people to get used to her. Or are they still not used to her?
They walked through the front door of her little house and she motioned for him to sit on the couch in one of the rooms. He sat down when she returned a minute later with two glasses of ice tea.
"I'm Kaiou Michiru." She handed his a glass and sat down on one of the couches adjacent from him.
"Heero Yuy." He seemed to process those thoughts before he spoke. He looked at her for a moment curiously. "Michiru, the famous violinist?" He asked her.
She blushed slightly. Knowing that she had just given her cover away. "Yes." She admitted. She was glad to see he didn't do anything other than process that information. He nodded his head to her.
"Are you a fan of my music?" She asked and sat her glass down on the coffee table in front of her.
"No." He shook his head and sat down his glass on the table as well. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "But I had a friend who was also a violinist. He was very fond of your music. As a point of fact, you might even know him."
"Hmm? Who?" She knew she probably didn't know the guy. She had met several violinists during her career. But she was only making chit chat with this guy too.
"Quatre Rebarba Winner." He looked up to see her expression.
Ah yes. She knew him. Very well as a point of fact. She was surprised that this guy knew him though. "Yes I know him. He conducted a symphony I attended once some years back."
"I am somewhat surprised to find you here. Considering how famous you are." He picked up his drink again and leaned back in the couch. She only smiled at his remark. But it faded rather quickly.
"My dream was to be a violinist. Fandom had nothing to do with it." She felt the memories come back to her. She knew she wanted to get them off her chest. But she wasn't ready just yet. "What about you? You said you were following."
"Following the wind." He finished his drink and sat it down. After glancing at her, he saw the cryptic answer he just gave her wasn't going to suffice. He gave in and let an ever so small sigh escape him.
"I fought in the war as a soldier. All my life and from a very young age I only followed orders. Like a leaf caught in the wind, I had no real control over my life what so ever. After the war, I found out that it was not something I could discard easily. I wasn't ready to make decisions for myself when all my life they had been made for me. So after the war, I lived by the wind. And let it choose where my life would go."
He looked back to her again to see that she was smiling. This time a real smile. That stayed on her face. But it was a small smile. Laughing to some untold joke only she knew. Her gaze was on the floor.
"I too fought in a war. I may not have followed orders, but I followed my comrade. My closest friend. She was like the wind. Constantly changing directions. But I would follow her anywhere. After the war, she became a racecar driver, but she soon died in an accident during a race. After that I too decided to follow the wind. If I couldn't follow her in life, that perhaps spiritually I could. The wind brought me here."
She looked up from the floor at him to see him nodding his head in response. "We are a lot alike. Though you would never tell just by looking." He watched as she also nodded her head. It was a comfort to him that he was not completely alone in his emotions. He had emotions. He just couldn't show them. He looked out the window and saw a tree swaying in the breeze. The wind had picked up again.
Standing up, he picked up his duffel bag and threw it over his shoulder again. "I must continue. I will tell Quatre that you are fine and I will not alert the media of your whereabouts."
"Thank you." She stood up and walked him to the door. They stepped out into the breeze again. "Perhaps we will meet again."
He nodded his head and smirked at her. The closest thing she saw to a smile from him. Much like her own. "Perhaps. Kaiou Michiru."
With that, he began walking down the road again. The wind at his back. Once he was sure he was at a reasonable distance away from sight, he smiled to himself. It was nice talking to someone like that. There were so few people who actually understood him like that. So few that he could talk with like that. A shame that he couldn't more often.
She stood by the side of the road and watched him until he disappeared from sight. She smiled to herself. They did indeed have a lot in common. Possibly more than either of them chose to admit.
With that out of the way, she turned around to go back into the house. A sudden gust of wind began pushing her in the opposite direction. She stopped walking and glared at nothing in particular. She walked towards the house again. This time a stranger gust of wind blew and nearly threw her off her feet. She steadied herself when a sudden realization hit her.
"What is this? Miss I-want-nothing-to-do-with-men wants me to go after this guy? Huh Haruka?" She was sure to put on extra sarcasm when she said this. The wind picked up again. As if annoyed by her remark.
"I know you never liked me to be by myself. You mean to say you actually found a guy that meets your specifications?" The wind blew again. In the same direction, only this time not as fiercely.
She turned around and looked down in the road in the direction that the guy had gone just shortly ago. Her smile grew. If she was not careful, it might break into a grin. She always followed the wind. "Perhaps we WILL meet again. Heero Yuy."
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What do you think? Just an idea that popped into my head. Like I said this is a one shot. But I wouldn't mind trying to write a story off of it. I have never read a story with this pairing before and it might be fun to try. What do you think? R&R.