Title: When Hatred Dies Away
Warnings: Slight bad words, angst, romancy and death.
Pairings: 5xOC and Mariemeia+OC(didn't expect that now did ya?)
Summary: Someone who worked with Mariemeia just can't forget what a certain someone did to her father and she won't rest until she kills him. Will she ever be able to let go of that hatred.
AN: This is in the OC's POV
War. I hated it. That was my reason for being an orphan. It brought all the sadness in my heart, and took away the person I loved with all my life. He was my father, Treize Kushrenada. I can still remember when he'd pick me up and say, "Now, what does my little Ginger-Princess want to do today?"
I was only four years old when those men came. I can still remember it. They told me that as Treize's first born I had to go and train in martial arts and learn how to pilot Mobile Suits. I remember how much I cried that I didn't want to leave and when my father said, "Leave my Naya alone. She's too young for this."
The men said that it was their duty to follow orders and that they were sorry.
So I left with them to the L3 cluster colony where I trained in Tae Kwon Do. My training was intensifying. The training was the result of my changing into a person I never thought I'd become. My once shoulder length ginger hair became long and tousled, my blue eyes filled with nothing but hate for everyone and the scar on my right cheek gave me the look of a fierce creature, even though all my training partners said that I looked like a kitten which was so afraid that it would hiss at everyone it saw. Maybe that's what I was. A frightened little girl that hid all the hurt behind a mask of pure hate.
I got my black belt when I was six. I was proud of it, that was a sure thing. Then I thought I could go back home.
So I went to the leader of the men that brought me here and with all my aristocratic manners long forgotten I said, "I completed your stupid training. I got the black belt like you said I should. Now I want to go back home."
The man, whose name was Reeve was one of the cruelest men I knew. He was a big man with very wild black hair and menacing eyes. He had a very ugly smile and he was wearing it right now.
He always gave me that smile when he'd get his whip and tie me up and beat me till I cried. So my beatings lasted for long because over the years I had forgotten how to cry and the beatings would keep going, while I'd shut my eyes and think of the day when I'd leave.
Reeve got up from his seat and stood in front of me. He bent down and cupped my chin hard. "You want to leave so soon? But your training's barely begun little one."
I removed my face from his hand and glared at him. I hated it when he called me little one. I hated this man. He wanted to make a weapon out of me.
He grabbed me and lifted me. After tying my arms behind my back and hanging me upside down on a hook he got that hateful whip. He took my tank- top off and the beatings began. "Scream little one. And maybe I'll let you go."
I wouldn't scream for this mad man. I was never going to give him that pleasure. "Never. Fuck you, you bastard!" I yelled at him. He was shocked. I was too. Those words were always on the tip of my tongue, and this was the first time I let them slip.
Reeve stopped for a second, then he struck me twice as hard while saying, "You brat! This will go on for a long time. Maybe you won't live."
After hours of beatings he finally stopped and threw me roughly on the floor. He untied me and lifted my face and said cruelly, "You have what it takes to be the best soldier in the colony." He looked at me and I was glad that I never shed tears. That made him mad and I was happy with that. He slapped me hard and I automatically hit him back.
He let go of me to rub his face and I ran grabbed my tanktop and ran away from him while putting my top back on. I bumped into someone while running. It was Nanashi. I knew him, he was also training to become a mercenary. "Are you all right Naya?" he asked. 'No! I've never been fucking all right since I came here!" was what I wanted to say. But Nanashi was nice and kind so I said, "Yeah. I'm okay." I got up and ran as fast as I could. Away from everyone, away from the pain and away from Reeve.
Soon my training included martial arts, piloting and the usual beatings.
My training was nearing its end and I was fifteen then. Nanashi had taught me what he knew about guns and it paid off. One night I grabbed my handgun and went to Reeve's home. I climbed to his room. He was asleep. I raised my gun and pointed it at Reeve's head. I pulled the trigger.
Dead. Reeve was finally dead. The first person I killed and the first I ever wanted to kill. "Pay for your crimes in hell you bastard," I said to the body, and without a backward glance I left.
It wasn't long after when the war began. Operation Meteor had started. And Nanashi was one of those that went. I didn't take place in it. I had no money to go, and I was long forgotten of being Treize's daughter.
The war was on the verge of ending. I was watching everything from the VID of one of the Mobile Suits I had stolen and saw the suit known as Tall Geese fighting a Gundam. I heard his voice.
"Dad," I whispered.
I heard him say, "I'll be waiting on the otherside." Then I heard an explosion. I figured it out. My father, Treize Kushrenada, was dead. "No!" I screamed. I had forgotten how to cry, but my tears were streaming down my cheeks like a river. I managed to catch the word Wufei.
My eyes narrowed. "I'll kill you Wufei. I swear if I find you I'll kill you," I said through gritted teeth
Warnings: Slight bad words, angst, romancy and death.
Pairings: 5xOC and Mariemeia+OC(didn't expect that now did ya?)
Summary: Someone who worked with Mariemeia just can't forget what a certain someone did to her father and she won't rest until she kills him. Will she ever be able to let go of that hatred.
AN: This is in the OC's POV
War. I hated it. That was my reason for being an orphan. It brought all the sadness in my heart, and took away the person I loved with all my life. He was my father, Treize Kushrenada. I can still remember when he'd pick me up and say, "Now, what does my little Ginger-Princess want to do today?"
I was only four years old when those men came. I can still remember it. They told me that as Treize's first born I had to go and train in martial arts and learn how to pilot Mobile Suits. I remember how much I cried that I didn't want to leave and when my father said, "Leave my Naya alone. She's too young for this."
The men said that it was their duty to follow orders and that they were sorry.
So I left with them to the L3 cluster colony where I trained in Tae Kwon Do. My training was intensifying. The training was the result of my changing into a person I never thought I'd become. My once shoulder length ginger hair became long and tousled, my blue eyes filled with nothing but hate for everyone and the scar on my right cheek gave me the look of a fierce creature, even though all my training partners said that I looked like a kitten which was so afraid that it would hiss at everyone it saw. Maybe that's what I was. A frightened little girl that hid all the hurt behind a mask of pure hate.
I got my black belt when I was six. I was proud of it, that was a sure thing. Then I thought I could go back home.
So I went to the leader of the men that brought me here and with all my aristocratic manners long forgotten I said, "I completed your stupid training. I got the black belt like you said I should. Now I want to go back home."
The man, whose name was Reeve was one of the cruelest men I knew. He was a big man with very wild black hair and menacing eyes. He had a very ugly smile and he was wearing it right now.
He always gave me that smile when he'd get his whip and tie me up and beat me till I cried. So my beatings lasted for long because over the years I had forgotten how to cry and the beatings would keep going, while I'd shut my eyes and think of the day when I'd leave.
Reeve got up from his seat and stood in front of me. He bent down and cupped my chin hard. "You want to leave so soon? But your training's barely begun little one."
I removed my face from his hand and glared at him. I hated it when he called me little one. I hated this man. He wanted to make a weapon out of me.
He grabbed me and lifted me. After tying my arms behind my back and hanging me upside down on a hook he got that hateful whip. He took my tank- top off and the beatings began. "Scream little one. And maybe I'll let you go."
I wouldn't scream for this mad man. I was never going to give him that pleasure. "Never. Fuck you, you bastard!" I yelled at him. He was shocked. I was too. Those words were always on the tip of my tongue, and this was the first time I let them slip.
Reeve stopped for a second, then he struck me twice as hard while saying, "You brat! This will go on for a long time. Maybe you won't live."
After hours of beatings he finally stopped and threw me roughly on the floor. He untied me and lifted my face and said cruelly, "You have what it takes to be the best soldier in the colony." He looked at me and I was glad that I never shed tears. That made him mad and I was happy with that. He slapped me hard and I automatically hit him back.
He let go of me to rub his face and I ran grabbed my tanktop and ran away from him while putting my top back on. I bumped into someone while running. It was Nanashi. I knew him, he was also training to become a mercenary. "Are you all right Naya?" he asked. 'No! I've never been fucking all right since I came here!" was what I wanted to say. But Nanashi was nice and kind so I said, "Yeah. I'm okay." I got up and ran as fast as I could. Away from everyone, away from the pain and away from Reeve.
Soon my training included martial arts, piloting and the usual beatings.
My training was nearing its end and I was fifteen then. Nanashi had taught me what he knew about guns and it paid off. One night I grabbed my handgun and went to Reeve's home. I climbed to his room. He was asleep. I raised my gun and pointed it at Reeve's head. I pulled the trigger.
Dead. Reeve was finally dead. The first person I killed and the first I ever wanted to kill. "Pay for your crimes in hell you bastard," I said to the body, and without a backward glance I left.
It wasn't long after when the war began. Operation Meteor had started. And Nanashi was one of those that went. I didn't take place in it. I had no money to go, and I was long forgotten of being Treize's daughter.
The war was on the verge of ending. I was watching everything from the VID of one of the Mobile Suits I had stolen and saw the suit known as Tall Geese fighting a Gundam. I heard his voice.
"Dad," I whispered.
I heard him say, "I'll be waiting on the otherside." Then I heard an explosion. I figured it out. My father, Treize Kushrenada, was dead. "No!" I screamed. I had forgotten how to cry, but my tears were streaming down my cheeks like a river. I managed to catch the word Wufei.
My eyes narrowed. "I'll kill you Wufei. I swear if I find you I'll kill you," I said through gritted teeth