Finding Trinity
A sister lost and a new identity found. What happens when one of the pilots finds out the sister he thought dead is still alive? Please R&R Warning Mild Relena bashing and swearing.
Disclaimer: I don't own GundamWing but I do own Trinity please don't use her without permission.
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Ages:
Heero: 19
Wufei: 19
Duo: 19
Quatre: 19
Trowa: 20
Trinity: 18
Relena: 18
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Trinity Church was reading the want ads in the paper, looking for yet another job. She sighed and brushed a lock of her long cinnamon brown hair out of her eyes and adjusted her glasses. "Damn OZ......" She muttered as she skimmed the page. "Just when I find a new place to live and a job they show up again."
She spots an ad for a cook and house keeper at the bottom of the page. "Hmmm... Live in cook and temporary house keeper...." She read aloud. "....Must be willing to travel...... Apply in person..." As she continued to read she wondered why no one else had taken the job. "Great wages, free room and board, off colony travel... And nobody has received the position yet? What's wrong with this picture..." She was not really surprised when she saw the address was in the high class end of the city. But it shocked her to see who had placed the ad " to Quatre R. Winner...." The mouthful of tea she was drinking sprayed across her apartment kitchen. "People must think the ad is a joke..... but then again what could it hurt to try?"
Trinity skimmed the rest of the ad and cleaned up the mess she had just made.
"Apply in person... Any time between 9:00am and 8:30pm.." She had to admit if it was a joke it was a good one. She glanced at her watch."Let me see it's 9:45 now.... If I leave by 10:20 I should be there by 11." She figured as she got dressed. "Time for a quick mirror check." She thought as she stood in front of a full length mirror. She was wearing new black jeans, a pale blue long sleeved shirt with dark blue trim and black ankle high boots with a low heel. Her long cinnamon brown hair tied in a loose ponytail at the base of her neck with a dark blue ribbon.
She grabbed her resume and headed towards the door stopping only to put on her black leather jacket and grab her blue motorcycle helmet before leaving.
As Trinity pulled up to the house and got off her silver and blue Honda. She double checked the house number before parking her bike. "No sense in making a fool of myself twice." She thought before removing her helmet, straightening her hair and adjusting her glasses then walked towards the door. Her helmet was hanging on her left arm like a basket and her right arm holding her resume and references.
Trinity rang the bell expecting a butler or servent to answer the door, but what she got was a good look at the barrel of a gun and a greeting of "Omae O Koruso" in perfect monotone.
She froze with a look on her face that resembeled a deer caught in the headlights, and one thought crossed her mind "Oh Shit! What have I gotten myself into?"
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Auzure: Yes I know this is a really short chapter, and a cliffhanger but I have a mild case of writers block.
I should have the next chapter up in a week or so. Please R&R
A sister lost and a new identity found. What happens when one of the pilots finds out the sister he thought dead is still alive? Please R&R Warning Mild Relena bashing and swearing.
Disclaimer: I don't own GundamWing but I do own Trinity please don't use her without permission.
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Ages:
Heero: 19
Wufei: 19
Duo: 19
Quatre: 19
Trowa: 20
Trinity: 18
Relena: 18
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Trinity Church was reading the want ads in the paper, looking for yet another job. She sighed and brushed a lock of her long cinnamon brown hair out of her eyes and adjusted her glasses. "Damn OZ......" She muttered as she skimmed the page. "Just when I find a new place to live and a job they show up again."
She spots an ad for a cook and house keeper at the bottom of the page. "Hmmm... Live in cook and temporary house keeper...." She read aloud. "....Must be willing to travel...... Apply in person..." As she continued to read she wondered why no one else had taken the job. "Great wages, free room and board, off colony travel... And nobody has received the position yet? What's wrong with this picture..." She was not really surprised when she saw the address was in the high class end of the city. But it shocked her to see who had placed the ad " to Quatre R. Winner...." The mouthful of tea she was drinking sprayed across her apartment kitchen. "People must think the ad is a joke..... but then again what could it hurt to try?"
Trinity skimmed the rest of the ad and cleaned up the mess she had just made.
"Apply in person... Any time between 9:00am and 8:30pm.." She had to admit if it was a joke it was a good one. She glanced at her watch."Let me see it's 9:45 now.... If I leave by 10:20 I should be there by 11." She figured as she got dressed. "Time for a quick mirror check." She thought as she stood in front of a full length mirror. She was wearing new black jeans, a pale blue long sleeved shirt with dark blue trim and black ankle high boots with a low heel. Her long cinnamon brown hair tied in a loose ponytail at the base of her neck with a dark blue ribbon.
She grabbed her resume and headed towards the door stopping only to put on her black leather jacket and grab her blue motorcycle helmet before leaving.
As Trinity pulled up to the house and got off her silver and blue Honda. She double checked the house number before parking her bike. "No sense in making a fool of myself twice." She thought before removing her helmet, straightening her hair and adjusting her glasses then walked towards the door. Her helmet was hanging on her left arm like a basket and her right arm holding her resume and references.
Trinity rang the bell expecting a butler or servent to answer the door, but what she got was a good look at the barrel of a gun and a greeting of "Omae O Koruso" in perfect monotone.
She froze with a look on her face that resembeled a deer caught in the headlights, and one thought crossed her mind "Oh Shit! What have I gotten myself into?"
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Auzure: Yes I know this is a really short chapter, and a cliffhanger but I have a mild case of writers block.
I should have the next chapter up in a week or so. Please R&R