Disclaimer- I don't own either Gundam Wing, or Sailor Moon, so don't sue
me. If you did, you would only get some pocket lint, an empty gum wrapper,
three cents and a pocket knife. This is a GW and SM crossover (duh), and is
slightly au, angst, romantic, and the chara's are somewhat ooc. Now, on
with the story!!
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The girl stared down at her bloody hands in shocked abhorrence; horrified at what she had just done. She glanced down at the now dead soldier at her feet and shuddered with repulsion. She sank to the ground next to the dead man and curled into a ball, sobbing hard. 'If only I had stayed inside. mama. papa. they're dead because of me. It's my fault, it's my fault-'
"It's My Fault!" she cried out in anguish, and then she was attacked with another bout of body-wracking sobs. She continued to cry like this, blaming herself for her families death, until a man walked into the alleyway entrance, and watched her with sorrow in his eyes. He walked slowly toward her; approaching her like one would approach a beautiful golden fawn in the wilderness. When he saw the dead soldier, however, his entire demeanor changed.
"Step away from the body and put your hands in the air slowly, facing me." The man said, pulling out a gun and cocking it. The girl complied without complaint and faced him, her bruised and battered body becoming fully visible to the man's meticulous eye. What he saw made him gasp in both revulsion and awe. Standing in front of him was the most beautiful, albeit, abused, woman he had ever seen.
She had long golden hair that was done up in two small buns on the top of her head, with two longs streamers of hair falling from them down to her feet. She had blue azure eyes that were partly covered by mused bangs and were filled with pain, self loathing, and many other visible emotions. Her clothing was in tatters; what (barely) covered her body was not even worthy of being called clothes. A shirt torn apart in so many places it looked as if it had been ripped apart by a savage dog- or a filthy, disgusting soldier- and a short denim skirt that had been almost fully ripped off the poor girls body.
She stood slightly bent over, favoring the right side of her stomach. The man glanced at her face, then back down at her side, and she removed her hand, revealing a deep and savage slash that was more than likely caused by the soldier. He put his gun away, deciding that the girl was of no threat to him, and walked to her side.
"I am Trowa Barton- I work with the circus down the street. Your wound looks very serious; I'll take you to the hospital. Could I have your name, please?" Trowa said, putting an arm behind the girls' back carefully. He scooped her legs up, and began to carry her out of the alley. She stared up at his one visible emerald eye, her own very heavy and bloodshot.
"My name, is Usagi. Tsukino," she stated, before grimacing in pain and finally giving in to the dark unconsciousness that was her bodies reaction to the immense pain. Trowa knew this was a bad sign, and raced her to the only place he could think of where she could be safe; Sally Po's clinic.
Shannan: Okay that was my first chapter! Go me!! Yeah! Trevel: You wrote a chapter. Big deal. Shannan: Shut-up, you stupid angel, you. Or I'll sic Lucifer on you. Trevel: *cowers in fear* Shannan: *whispering to readers* he's scared of Lucifer. Don't know why, but he is. He's just a big sissy if you ask me. Some guardian angel. Trevel: Hey, I heard that! I won't give you inspiration if you're not nice to me! *sticks out his tongue* Shannan: That's okay, cuz Vincent is my inspiration, not you. Vincent: Yeah, so ha! Trevel: *pouting* some twin you are. *sniffle* Shannan: Oooh! Trevey! I'm sorry! *runs to Trevel and pounces on him* I still love ya! Vincent: *rolls his eyes* Gaah. what a wuss. *grin* Until next chapter, buh- bye! And I would like to have at least 5 reviews before the next chapter, so bring 'em on! Yeah! *flies into the air and does a flip, then falls on top of Shannan and Trevel* oops. *sheepish grin*
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The girl stared down at her bloody hands in shocked abhorrence; horrified at what she had just done. She glanced down at the now dead soldier at her feet and shuddered with repulsion. She sank to the ground next to the dead man and curled into a ball, sobbing hard. 'If only I had stayed inside. mama. papa. they're dead because of me. It's my fault, it's my fault-'
"It's My Fault!" she cried out in anguish, and then she was attacked with another bout of body-wracking sobs. She continued to cry like this, blaming herself for her families death, until a man walked into the alleyway entrance, and watched her with sorrow in his eyes. He walked slowly toward her; approaching her like one would approach a beautiful golden fawn in the wilderness. When he saw the dead soldier, however, his entire demeanor changed.
"Step away from the body and put your hands in the air slowly, facing me." The man said, pulling out a gun and cocking it. The girl complied without complaint and faced him, her bruised and battered body becoming fully visible to the man's meticulous eye. What he saw made him gasp in both revulsion and awe. Standing in front of him was the most beautiful, albeit, abused, woman he had ever seen.
She had long golden hair that was done up in two small buns on the top of her head, with two longs streamers of hair falling from them down to her feet. She had blue azure eyes that were partly covered by mused bangs and were filled with pain, self loathing, and many other visible emotions. Her clothing was in tatters; what (barely) covered her body was not even worthy of being called clothes. A shirt torn apart in so many places it looked as if it had been ripped apart by a savage dog- or a filthy, disgusting soldier- and a short denim skirt that had been almost fully ripped off the poor girls body.
She stood slightly bent over, favoring the right side of her stomach. The man glanced at her face, then back down at her side, and she removed her hand, revealing a deep and savage slash that was more than likely caused by the soldier. He put his gun away, deciding that the girl was of no threat to him, and walked to her side.
"I am Trowa Barton- I work with the circus down the street. Your wound looks very serious; I'll take you to the hospital. Could I have your name, please?" Trowa said, putting an arm behind the girls' back carefully. He scooped her legs up, and began to carry her out of the alley. She stared up at his one visible emerald eye, her own very heavy and bloodshot.
"My name, is Usagi. Tsukino," she stated, before grimacing in pain and finally giving in to the dark unconsciousness that was her bodies reaction to the immense pain. Trowa knew this was a bad sign, and raced her to the only place he could think of where she could be safe; Sally Po's clinic.
Shannan: Okay that was my first chapter! Go me!! Yeah! Trevel: You wrote a chapter. Big deal. Shannan: Shut-up, you stupid angel, you. Or I'll sic Lucifer on you. Trevel: *cowers in fear* Shannan: *whispering to readers* he's scared of Lucifer. Don't know why, but he is. He's just a big sissy if you ask me. Some guardian angel. Trevel: Hey, I heard that! I won't give you inspiration if you're not nice to me! *sticks out his tongue* Shannan: That's okay, cuz Vincent is my inspiration, not you. Vincent: Yeah, so ha! Trevel: *pouting* some twin you are. *sniffle* Shannan: Oooh! Trevey! I'm sorry! *runs to Trevel and pounces on him* I still love ya! Vincent: *rolls his eyes* Gaah. what a wuss. *grin* Until next chapter, buh- bye! And I would like to have at least 5 reviews before the next chapter, so bring 'em on! Yeah! *flies into the air and does a flip, then falls on top of Shannan and Trevel* oops. *sheepish grin*
