Greetings minna-san! Genki desu ka? I hope so :)
This is really my first submission of any fanfic I've ever written. I've been writing them since the 6th grade (yay!). I would have posted one of my older ones, but it's my belief that mother dearest has somehow made them disappear...which is a pity for I had over 56 works of literature in that folder thing. Feel free to comment and what-not. Hopefully no flames cringe but I will always accept and try to learn from constructive criticism. I know my writing style isn't the best or most coherent in the world...but I try, y'know?
Anyways...this is the intro to "Break Me Shake Me" I stole the title from those godly males of Savage Garden ::shivers with suppressed delight:: whose song I based this story on. Well...the feelings I got from the song, anyways. I'll post the song lyrics farther down and encourage you all to listen to it. As a side note...I do not own or operate, etc. etc. any part of the Gundam series, so yeah...no suing, please. I am just a loyal otaku who is hell bent on appeasing my appetite for little anime day dreams through the art form of literature...seeing as I cannot draw.
Soo...perhaps a short summary of the tale is required? Eh...where to begin...well:
Timeline does not follow that of the Gundam Wing series, the war is actually probably quite extended their ages aren't too important, I'd say around 19 or so. Duo and Hiro develop a little romance, though both are a tad disillusioned and Duo is not the most stable in the head, at all. Through all the chaos of missions and hiding, being separated and trying to sneak away in a closet with their feelings a little seed of looovvee flourishes (coRny...yes). Somewhere along the line insinuations are made, accusations thrown and Relena is of course whispering poison into either ear (slut-faced hoe bag! ) which for some reason creates doubt in their heads and etc. etc. Typical plot, ne? Hope it's a little interesting though...what I have posted at least.
Angsty, maybe, a little romantic I guess. Side not thingie: most things in italics are thoughts....except where it doesn't make sense for it to be a thought o.O;; y'know?
LYRICS
I never thought I'd change my opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I've never known
You moved me in a way that I've never known
But straight away you just moved into position again
You abused me in a way that I've never known
You abused me in a way that I've never known
So break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
So your the kind that deals with the games in the mind
Well you confuse me in a way that I've never known
You confuse me in a way that I've never known
So break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
SO WON'T YOU break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
She says, "I can help you, but what do you say?
Because it's not free baby, you have to pay."
You just keep me contemplating, that your soul is slowly fading
God don't you know I live with a ton of regret?
'Cause I used to move you in a way that you've never known
But then I accused you in a way that you've never known
But you hurt me in a way that I've never known...
Break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
SO WON'T YOU break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Listen, baby
Break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
You'll be, you'll be alone
Break me shake me hate me take me make me
Fake me break me shake me hate me take me
Break me
And the journey begins....dun dun dun
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A dreary landscape extended miles around, metallic, industrial, perfect. Every crevice done up in a gray scale, save for the shadows, and no stars in the sky just soft halos of light which seemed to hover around the street bulbs rather than descend to the darkened pathways. Odd, really, for the city and its' inhabitants seemed to give off an eerie luminescence of their own, the street lamps serving no purpose other than to contrast the near pitch black of shadows with hazy graphite light.
Ribcages of buildings stood erect, for the most part, so much like sewage barrels seething with rot. Nearly all of the innards were in full view riddled with parasites, as was the accustomed way of existence. Eternal pitch was seemingly accepted as well, the braver of parasite hybrids choosing to sneak off into the gloom of cemeteries and city parks, the alleyways territory to those whose trade required the secrecy.
No doubt that shades flowed easily into each other, here in this midnight. Dulled almost into obscurity a lithe bodied shadeling wandered, shuffling steps seeming to follow a path only those particular pair of feet could find. Stubborn muscles ached as the body was forced into motion. All manner of shadelings took up residence in the region, most of them sinners. Shamefaced addicts whose needles quivered in the collapsed and shaking bodies, or unwed mothers cradling those abhorred side effects of flesh inspired temptations. Everyone laid out bare, wounds open and naked for all to see and loathe, like proud medals on display to an envying crowd. Cloaked in eternal darkness, devoid of stars and moon shine, the only fragrance a metallic tang of stale blood that rode upon a chilled breeze. Sinners had it all, didn't they? He had thought so...
Soft mist floated down upon the immaculate curve of the shadelings cheek, skin merely looking washed out, not quite lifeless yet. Newly made, he was, the only tinge of life left in him was present in the awkward, almost desperate shambling gait he moved at and his peculiar violet eyes, so full of anguish it pained the other drifters to even glance into them. Not that any shadelings would dare...gray was simply the only shade allowed...defiance would soon die down in the youth...maybe then he would acceptable to interact with... All transitions had to be like it...some nearly eternal spiral to a bleached out city that in truth wasn't much different than anywhere else so gray, if you knew where to look. For the moment a steady stream of smoky breath issuing at the boys lips gave any sign of his actual existence as he sighed heavily, lost in thought.
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Affiliating himself with death had never perturbed the mind housed in such a lithe form, though it had proven it's ability to unnerve the enemy when used as some crazed battle cry. It was a silly phrase, that Shinigami bullshit. Some meaningless, defiant squeak against a fear that had threatened to engulf him. No need for petty shit like that now, though. Vacant eyes scanned the horizon like violet lasers, taking note of the general environment he had been thrust into, trying to find a plausible explanation and escape route. Sometimes old habits die hard. Regardless...this new realm sparked a niggling little itch in his heart...it was just so finely tuned to be devoid of emotion, almost like a machine doing a fairly well imitation of life but lacking in the human aspect of it, so much like a former someone...
Another soft exhalation, feet moving nearly as fast and disoriented as his thoughts. Hmph...midnight had always been his hour, ever since Duo Maxwell could remember. The ebon sky, lush breeze and faint alley way whispers all struck a chord somewhere within him. Even as a child living in the slums he never feared the artificial nightfall. With shadows came opportunities, and mastery over the element of surprise was quite beneficial. Nothing in the dark was unknown unless you made a point to make it so. There were thrills to be had in the grip of cemetery moonlight, excitement for rotting corpses in trenches and most definitely elation in the feel of Deaths' lips softly brushing against your own and the dusk was associated with it all. Maybe his fascination with the macabre had come from this lack of fear of the unknown.
The sudden thought of it tickled him for a split second. He snorted, the sound startling him but gave a short chuckle after. Shaking his head he continued to shamble on, an insanely long chestnut cloak of hair following. Mind still slipping under and out of lunacy while snatches of mechanical conversation tumbled to his ears, jammed together and barely discernable. Heh, even that whore trying to make a buck with that lecher lacked the luster of real emotion. Not that he could speak at the present moment. His eyes roamed over the desolate graveyard, not a spark in all that violet depth. Unlike before the foundation of his whole life had been stripped away. Before the ever so boisterous Angel of Death met his match in a most beautifully sculpted Perfect Soldier. His fingers trembled, gliding slender and pallid upon the cemetery rail he had chosen to walk along. Memories pulled far too close to the surface for comfort and the sensation of steel upon the flesh all too familiar. But those days felt a millennia behind.
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A muted youth sat stock still in the compartment of his mobile suit. Contemplating a series of events that should have never been brought to life. He had started the strike against this particular base, retreating to the forest line for coverage and a second sneak attack. In truth he needed the canopy and seclusion to regenerate his shot nerves and increasingly uncontrollable thoughts. He stared hard at the monitor, left eye ticking rapidly in a few seconds span. Some days just weren't meant to be lived. Neither were some lives. A conclusion reached from months of agonizing pain and numerous ingested drugs. When you were born for one purpose, you live up to it, you don't change your fucking destiny. It fucks with the balance and then everything you ever knew is blown apart, killing those closest to the source. A realization that had come too late.
Don't tempt the devil...you get burned. Same case scenario for the Angel of Death. Even if the life they offered was so right in every aspect.
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High tide was coming in, the surf lapped hungrily at a rock strewn beach below the bayside cliff. Mobile suits wandered listlessly on patrol, dwarfing some of the trees like metal made gods. Each unit was designated an area to secure and each mobile suit variation had it's own capabilities depending on the terrain. Not a significant base, this one, just a small link in the ever weakening chain the gundam pilots had been hammering at for the last three years. Having to push back a whole world of sensations seemed quite a small price to pay to save humanity. No emotions just a continual drive to complete the mission.
In an instant sound seemed to be eclipsed by the light of a million exploding stars. Papax pap phift, almost seizure inducing mused the figure. A faint wave of repressed resentment rolled over him, nearly as blinding as other things that should have been kept from my sight. The system found a weakness to exploit, whipping the sensation and all it's memories into a rolling boil, his teeth grit so hard together it cracked the jaw slightly as prussian blue eyes glazed over in a moment of insane barking laughter. Turning to catch his blind spot the pilots field of vision flowed pass almost dreamlike before jolting in hard focus on his next target, a Taurus mobile suit. Which, of course, sheared nicely in two at the faintest nudge of his beam saber, as all the others had. He snickered uncontrollably eyes darting about and beam saber following just as fast. More explosions, all spoon fed directly to his brain, charging up a beast he had forced deep within himself. Sound came rushing from behind, throwing pilot and Gundam forward into a freefall. Perfect...throw 'em off-guard then rear up and strike while it's hot. ELIMINATE. Complete the mission, complete the mission, complete the mission....mission denied.
A glitch in the system. A glitch in an overworked, overloaded overrated system. The ground sprang forward at an alarming speed, Hiro's cool eye watching vacantly as he spiraled into a pool of violet. Lost suddenly the Perfect Soldier could've let himself drown there, choking on the ashes of all his words and the consequences they wrought with inexplicable pain. Knowing only in those precious moments what is was really like to truly feel. His life was riddled with these instances now, no longer a uniform train of information it seemed he slipped in and out of lucidity, giving himself up to the anger and the memories. White hot self-loathing and regret for not knowing how to do the one thing that could have changed it all. Every detail of his surroundings were blurred, for an instant the thought that maybe he really was drowning filled his senses until the warmth of a tear drop alerted him otherwise. He had never missed a step before, not once, he never missed anything. Mr. Perfect Soldier Yui always got his job done without a hitch then got the hell out of there unless otherwise posted. Never losing control, ever. A small arrogance allowed to him, for sake of the damned missions. He spat the last words like bile that had risen in his throat, throwing on the boosters to narrowly avoid rifle shots. He was pissed all right, anger evident in his complete destruction of everything that came near: mobile suits, trees, pterodactyls, etc.
Everything was torn up in smoke, metal scraps here and there and a monstrous inferno where the base had set up. Everything was blown to hell, even a good deal of the forest he had taken refuge in moments ago. A graveyard of souls, surely his sweetest Angel of Death would be here to take them away with feather light lips smirking in that fashion he knew so well. Of course he would come, ebon wings spread as he rode the low draft down and scythe carefully tucked into the folds of his robes. Chestnut locks gleaming in the battles fires, not restricted by a horrid braid, but loose and beautiful, coming in waves to swallow them all up. Yes...just like that...
Reeling from adrenaline and with lack of targets to put it to use on he stumbled. Feeling another spiral into that chestnut haired embrace, he cringed but couldn't deny it was what he wanted. In every aspect...to kiss and love and shred to pieces just for the sake of blood letting. A silent jet that had spilled over one too many times and stained too many hands. A bitter liquid he knew too well for comfort, but had always fascinated his angel. Broken winged angel bound to earth, doomed to a meaningless existence in humanity when he had the heavens and hells to grace with his most stunning presence. A flurry of emotions accompanied this spiral but was no comparison for the fury that threatened to erupt as he lay, surrounded by that silken cloak of chestnut, gazing deep into violet orbs that said everything he wanted to articulate in that moment. His anger ebbed down then became non-existent. It was a wicked game they had played with each other, but no more of it. The sensation of being lifted overtook him and he smirked, stoic expression becoming soft and angelic. His sweet angel hadn't left him after all. It was so clear.
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On the sidelines gundam Heavyarms custom monitored the erratic destruction of an Oz base. Sighing softly he was reluctant to contact pilot zero, not wanting to reveal that he had come on this mission of his own accord. He checked the monitors, noting that the battle was over but Wing Gundam Zero was still shooting the buster rifle and flashing through the air with his beam saber, striking fictional enemies before it's sudden stumbling crash. Blinking uncertainly the pilot of Heavyarms hesitated before making his way to the impact site. Wing Gundam had taken a hard fall, the pilot would be alive, of course...but should he? He stooped quietly to heft the gundam off the ground, arm shaking. Sending a single transmission used only in emergencies he infiltrated the zero system and took complete control of Wing Gundam Zero, turning the gundams own wings boosters on to aid in the transportation. Hopefully Hiro Yui was too involved in another hallucination to strike at him, the result would have to be termination of pilot zero. A long awaited and perhaps needed action.