Title: More than skating lessons.
Author: Tira Yuy
Editor: West Wind
Mean Pairing:WufeixHilde
Background couple(s): DuoxCatherine and some refrences to WufeixMarien in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, this story idea came from Lady Pyro.
*L2 187 AC*
Jumping off of the last step on her school bus, Hilde began running to the ice skating rink.
She let out a shout of joy, "Yay!"
'No a shout of jubilation,' she thought as her smile grew enormous. 'Only three more blocks.'
She practically flew as her heart, filled with joy, led her feet down the street. Today was to be wonderful. "No, glorious!" this time she shouted her thought.
As she passed an elderly gentleman, he gave her one of those looks that said "children should be
seen and not heard." But, she didn't care! She was too happy as she remembered her Mother's words from the night before.
~Flash back~
"Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" Mrs. Nora Schbeiker asked of her 7 year old daughter.
Hilde just wiped at her runny nose with her sleeve and shrugged.
In truth, she had been afraid of how her mother would react.
"Come here, Hilde," Nora's voice was soft but firm.
Shuffling her feet Hilde slowly approached.
"Oh, Hilde." Wrapping Hilde into a loving embrace, Nora kissed the top of Hilde's black hair.
Feeling safe and comforted in her mother's embrace, Hilde began to cry and hugged back.
"I'm sorry, Mama!" Hilde said between sobs, her little body shaking with each breath. "I know I
shouldn't have hit Suzzie."
"That's right, you shouldn't have hit her. Tomorrow you are going to see her before school to
apologize," she kindly instructed.
"Yes Ma'am," Hilde said with a hiccup as her crying tapered off.
With matching large blue eyes, Mother and daughter looked at each other. Pushing Hilde's shoulder
length hair back, Nora gave a lopsided smile. "I can't stop teaching other children to skate,
it's how I put food on the table." Squeezing Hilde's shoulders, she went on speaking softly, "but
perhaps I could make things better. How would you like it if from now on I taught only you of the
evenings?"
Hilde's eyes grew wide with hope, the tears starting to fade. "Do you mean it, Mamma? You'll give
me privet lessons?"
"Yes, Hilde, why I believe I was your age when my father taught me."
~end flash back~
As Hilde rounded the last corner she felt ashamed of herself for having grown jealous of her
mother's students.
'How foolish of me, she only works so she can put food in my mouth and take good care of me.'
Suzzie was usually nice, but had a habit of bragging a lot. Hilde was already in a frump over her
mom not going to her the school's parent-teacher meeting, when Suzzie came up to her and began
showing off what Nora had taught her. In a flash Hilde had lost her temper and gave Suzzie a
shiner. Her first thought, after the unplanned] action, was her Grandfather would be proud at the
quickly bruising eye.
Then she thought how her mother would react and left to hide under her bed.
Today at school Hilde had seen Suzzie, the older girl was the center of attention as she showed
the other girls that she was wearing her mother's makeup.
When Hilde went to say she was sorry, Suzzie gave her the cold shoulder. But during lunch,
Suzzie said she would forgive Hilde if Hilde promised not to tell anyone she was wearing makeup
to hide the bruise. Hilde agreed and everything was back to normal.
Everything that is except for the fact that Hilde had been extra antsy as she waited for school
to let out.
With the excitement of having her mother all to herself, Hilde had only barely thought of the
fact that most girls would go wild to have a chance to learn from a figure skating champion, like
her mother.
As Hilde pushed opened the door to the skating rink, she felt like singing. Once inside she
looked around, no one was in sight. She felt her stomach do a summersault as she listened and
didn't hear anyone.
'I'm just not use to being in here without a bunch of other kids shouting,' she thought in her
attempt to settle her uneassy stomach.
Keeping smile in place, Hilde ran over to the rink. "Mamma! I'm here!" she shouted.
There was no one on the rink, or answer to her her shout.
'It looks so.... large without anyone on it, almost lonely' she thought walking away and to the
back rooms where the lockers were.
"Hello?" Hilde called out as she opened the door.
"Hilde!" the female voice choked back a cry.
"Miss Valder?" Seeing the woman who worked with her mother, Hilde ran to her. "What's wrong,
where is Mamma?" she asked of the woman whose eyes were puffy from crying.
The young woman in her early twenties blinked back more tears as she pulled Hilde into her arms.
"I'm sorry..there was an accident.....she." Shaking her head Miss Valder lost speech all together.
"What.... she what?!"
The joy felt only seconds ago was fading into memory as fear gripped at Hilde's young heart.
A big, ruff hand landed on Hilde's shoulder, causing her to jump. Looking up she saw that it was
only her grandfather.
'He looks sadder than usual,' Hilde thought as she looked into the deep blue eyes that resembled
hers. 'He's been crying... grandfather never cries.'
Panic rising, she pushed Miss Valder's arms away. "Where's Mamma?" she demanded to know in a
shout. "Where is she?!"
Finally out of Miss Valder's arms she attacked her grandfather. "What accident?!"
The panic only rose higher and higher with each fist she tried punching her grandfather with.
Easily catching Hilde's small fist into his large callused hands, he pulled her to him.
"She's gone.. Died before knowing what happened," he said in his horse and gruff voice.
Shaking her head violently Hilde choked. Questions swirled around in her head how, where, Why!
But, only one of them could she slip out from her trimbling lips "What about my lessons?"
*Earth December 197*
Breathing in the cold air that "had enough bite to eat a man," as her dearly departed Grandfather
would have said, Hilde walked down the sloping hill.
It was her third day on Earth, and she had finally gathered her resolve to head out for a spot
where she knew a nature made skating rink would be.
The very first day of Hilde and Duo's vacation, Trowa had visited and told them of a spot where
it flooded in the fall and froze over by December. It was a favorite spot of his and Catherine's.
Huffing a little, Hilde watched her breath float like a cloud up into the sky. She couldn't even
remember how the subject had come up, it just had, and while Trowa and Duo moved onto the next
topic, Hilde's mind could not move pass the thought of a frozen over pond in the middle of the
woods. Just sitting out there all alone, waiting for someone to come skate on its smooth surface.
She had tried many activities to detour her mind from the beckoning ice and the memories it held,
but it had been no use. Memories of watching her Mother's graceful slim figure gliding across ice,
as she turned herself into a living work of art, would not leave her.
She had tried shopping as a distraction from her thoughts. While passing an eye catching window
showing off winter sports goods, she had spotted them. There in the window was the most beautiful
skates she had ever seen. Once again 6 years old begging her Mother, Grandfather, and whoever
else would listen to buy her skates like Suzzie Hatch's, an off and on childhood friend.
And so, here Hilde stood, half way to her destination with brand new figure skates over a
shoulder and heading for a self lesson on skating.
'Maybe it won't be so bad,' Hilde thought moving once again down the hill.
A glimmer of ice caught her eye. 'Sure I'll fall a few times, but who doesn't?'
But, that was not what really had her nerves jumbled up and wanting to run in the other direction.
Thoughts of Hilde's mother were never far from her, but skating had been her mother's passion.
When sitting in bleachers watching her mother move across the ice it was like getting a view of a
unique and lovely dance. Hilde had always craved the ability to mimic that dance, but with her
mother's death it was just so painful to even look at ice.
Despite now knowing it wasn't her fault, ice skating was just too closely tied with her mother's
death in her mind.
Trying to shake the melancholy thoughts, Hilde straightened her shoulders, her mother would want
her to learn to skate. Also, Hilde still had the desire to learn.
Just as she was getting close enough to see half of the pool, something dark blue zipped past.
"What... ?" she muttered and ducked behind a tree. Putting her arm against a branch, she leaned
her cheek onto it and tried to get a better look at what was doing all of the zipping.
As her eyes focused, she saw that it was a young man, about her age, wearing a navy blue snow
jacket. He had a hat on with his back to her, making it impossible to see his face.
His strong legs led him from one end of the giant ice cube to the other. There seemed to be no
point to his skating, just sort of racing back and forth and sometimes slowing down to do figure
eights and other shapes.
Intent in her watching, Hilde did not even hear the branch she was leaning on crack and then
brake sending her tumbling down.
Author: Tira Yuy
Editor: West Wind
Mean Pairing:WufeixHilde
Background couple(s): DuoxCatherine and some refrences to WufeixMarien in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, this story idea came from Lady Pyro.
*L2 187 AC*
Jumping off of the last step on her school bus, Hilde began running to the ice skating rink.
She let out a shout of joy, "Yay!"
'No a shout of jubilation,' she thought as her smile grew enormous. 'Only three more blocks.'
She practically flew as her heart, filled with joy, led her feet down the street. Today was to be wonderful. "No, glorious!" this time she shouted her thought.
As she passed an elderly gentleman, he gave her one of those looks that said "children should be
seen and not heard." But, she didn't care! She was too happy as she remembered her Mother's words from the night before.
~Flash back~
"Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" Mrs. Nora Schbeiker asked of her 7 year old daughter.
Hilde just wiped at her runny nose with her sleeve and shrugged.
In truth, she had been afraid of how her mother would react.
"Come here, Hilde," Nora's voice was soft but firm.
Shuffling her feet Hilde slowly approached.
"Oh, Hilde." Wrapping Hilde into a loving embrace, Nora kissed the top of Hilde's black hair.
Feeling safe and comforted in her mother's embrace, Hilde began to cry and hugged back.
"I'm sorry, Mama!" Hilde said between sobs, her little body shaking with each breath. "I know I
shouldn't have hit Suzzie."
"That's right, you shouldn't have hit her. Tomorrow you are going to see her before school to
apologize," she kindly instructed.
"Yes Ma'am," Hilde said with a hiccup as her crying tapered off.
With matching large blue eyes, Mother and daughter looked at each other. Pushing Hilde's shoulder
length hair back, Nora gave a lopsided smile. "I can't stop teaching other children to skate,
it's how I put food on the table." Squeezing Hilde's shoulders, she went on speaking softly, "but
perhaps I could make things better. How would you like it if from now on I taught only you of the
evenings?"
Hilde's eyes grew wide with hope, the tears starting to fade. "Do you mean it, Mamma? You'll give
me privet lessons?"
"Yes, Hilde, why I believe I was your age when my father taught me."
~end flash back~
As Hilde rounded the last corner she felt ashamed of herself for having grown jealous of her
mother's students.
'How foolish of me, she only works so she can put food in my mouth and take good care of me.'
Suzzie was usually nice, but had a habit of bragging a lot. Hilde was already in a frump over her
mom not going to her the school's parent-teacher meeting, when Suzzie came up to her and began
showing off what Nora had taught her. In a flash Hilde had lost her temper and gave Suzzie a
shiner. Her first thought, after the unplanned] action, was her Grandfather would be proud at the
quickly bruising eye.
Then she thought how her mother would react and left to hide under her bed.
Today at school Hilde had seen Suzzie, the older girl was the center of attention as she showed
the other girls that she was wearing her mother's makeup.
When Hilde went to say she was sorry, Suzzie gave her the cold shoulder. But during lunch,
Suzzie said she would forgive Hilde if Hilde promised not to tell anyone she was wearing makeup
to hide the bruise. Hilde agreed and everything was back to normal.
Everything that is except for the fact that Hilde had been extra antsy as she waited for school
to let out.
With the excitement of having her mother all to herself, Hilde had only barely thought of the
fact that most girls would go wild to have a chance to learn from a figure skating champion, like
her mother.
As Hilde pushed opened the door to the skating rink, she felt like singing. Once inside she
looked around, no one was in sight. She felt her stomach do a summersault as she listened and
didn't hear anyone.
'I'm just not use to being in here without a bunch of other kids shouting,' she thought in her
attempt to settle her uneassy stomach.
Keeping smile in place, Hilde ran over to the rink. "Mamma! I'm here!" she shouted.
There was no one on the rink, or answer to her her shout.
'It looks so.... large without anyone on it, almost lonely' she thought walking away and to the
back rooms where the lockers were.
"Hello?" Hilde called out as she opened the door.
"Hilde!" the female voice choked back a cry.
"Miss Valder?" Seeing the woman who worked with her mother, Hilde ran to her. "What's wrong,
where is Mamma?" she asked of the woman whose eyes were puffy from crying.
The young woman in her early twenties blinked back more tears as she pulled Hilde into her arms.
"I'm sorry..there was an accident.....she." Shaking her head Miss Valder lost speech all together.
"What.... she what?!"
The joy felt only seconds ago was fading into memory as fear gripped at Hilde's young heart.
A big, ruff hand landed on Hilde's shoulder, causing her to jump. Looking up she saw that it was
only her grandfather.
'He looks sadder than usual,' Hilde thought as she looked into the deep blue eyes that resembled
hers. 'He's been crying... grandfather never cries.'
Panic rising, she pushed Miss Valder's arms away. "Where's Mamma?" she demanded to know in a
shout. "Where is she?!"
Finally out of Miss Valder's arms she attacked her grandfather. "What accident?!"
The panic only rose higher and higher with each fist she tried punching her grandfather with.
Easily catching Hilde's small fist into his large callused hands, he pulled her to him.
"She's gone.. Died before knowing what happened," he said in his horse and gruff voice.
Shaking her head violently Hilde choked. Questions swirled around in her head how, where, Why!
But, only one of them could she slip out from her trimbling lips "What about my lessons?"
*Earth December 197*
Breathing in the cold air that "had enough bite to eat a man," as her dearly departed Grandfather
would have said, Hilde walked down the sloping hill.
It was her third day on Earth, and she had finally gathered her resolve to head out for a spot
where she knew a nature made skating rink would be.
The very first day of Hilde and Duo's vacation, Trowa had visited and told them of a spot where
it flooded in the fall and froze over by December. It was a favorite spot of his and Catherine's.
Huffing a little, Hilde watched her breath float like a cloud up into the sky. She couldn't even
remember how the subject had come up, it just had, and while Trowa and Duo moved onto the next
topic, Hilde's mind could not move pass the thought of a frozen over pond in the middle of the
woods. Just sitting out there all alone, waiting for someone to come skate on its smooth surface.
She had tried many activities to detour her mind from the beckoning ice and the memories it held,
but it had been no use. Memories of watching her Mother's graceful slim figure gliding across ice,
as she turned herself into a living work of art, would not leave her.
She had tried shopping as a distraction from her thoughts. While passing an eye catching window
showing off winter sports goods, she had spotted them. There in the window was the most beautiful
skates she had ever seen. Once again 6 years old begging her Mother, Grandfather, and whoever
else would listen to buy her skates like Suzzie Hatch's, an off and on childhood friend.
And so, here Hilde stood, half way to her destination with brand new figure skates over a
shoulder and heading for a self lesson on skating.
'Maybe it won't be so bad,' Hilde thought moving once again down the hill.
A glimmer of ice caught her eye. 'Sure I'll fall a few times, but who doesn't?'
But, that was not what really had her nerves jumbled up and wanting to run in the other direction.
Thoughts of Hilde's mother were never far from her, but skating had been her mother's passion.
When sitting in bleachers watching her mother move across the ice it was like getting a view of a
unique and lovely dance. Hilde had always craved the ability to mimic that dance, but with her
mother's death it was just so painful to even look at ice.
Despite now knowing it wasn't her fault, ice skating was just too closely tied with her mother's
death in her mind.
Trying to shake the melancholy thoughts, Hilde straightened her shoulders, her mother would want
her to learn to skate. Also, Hilde still had the desire to learn.
Just as she was getting close enough to see half of the pool, something dark blue zipped past.
"What... ?" she muttered and ducked behind a tree. Putting her arm against a branch, she leaned
her cheek onto it and tried to get a better look at what was doing all of the zipping.
As her eyes focused, she saw that it was a young man, about her age, wearing a navy blue snow
jacket. He had a hat on with his back to her, making it impossible to see his face.
His strong legs led him from one end of the giant ice cube to the other. There seemed to be no
point to his skating, just sort of racing back and forth and sometimes slowing down to do figure
eights and other shapes.
Intent in her watching, Hilde did not even hear the branch she was leaning on crack and then
brake sending her tumbling down.