Author's Notes:
This story is non-yaoi and has what I feel to be traditional pairings… with a few twists. Note for the purposes of this story the professors are still very much alive, that's why it's fanfiction!
Freedom:
Book One: And there were five…
Prologue
The year is A.C. 200 and with the end of the war between the earth sphere and the colonies as well as the elimination of OZ a delicate peace has settled over the United Earth Sphere. The five Gundam pilots were regaled as heroes and took up residence either in the colonies of their origin or on the earth sphere itself. Communications between the pilots and Relena Peacecraft continued on a regular basis, save one, but in this world were ideals were becoming reality the hearts of a few were forgotten for the happiness of the masses.
The room was metallic and dark, and the only light came from the five monitors in the center of the room. The door on the left side wall hissed open. A young woman entered the bleak space and bowed in traditional fashion to the five men seated around the monitors. "Professors, I beg your indulgence," Her voice was soft yet commanding.
"We do not hold to such formalities here," Professor O. commented, "And you have been told on numerous occasions to relinquish those ancient and insipid customs."
"I see you have not given up your monitoring of the former Gundam pilots, nor your distribution of missions to them no matter how veiled your orders are, therefore I shall cease when you do," the mutinous statement was followed by a slight smile as the girl moved and knelt amongst the professors. "I believe you know the reason I have beseeched an audience with you… I ask that you give the pilots back their lives, relinquish your hold on them."
"We have," Professor J. stated. This comment received an accusatory look from the girl. The conversation carried on for a number of tense moments until the professors agreed to remove themselves completely from the destinies of the pilots.
"Then I shall go and prepare my things," the girl began.
"Why, where are you going?" Professor O. questioned.
"To find them and set them free." The girl finished.
"But what of yourself?" professor J. questioned, "you too are now free child. Go and seek your own happiness."
The young woman lowered her head and smiled. The smile itself was tempered equally with bitterness, regret, and pain. "I lost my freedom many years ago, I seek not now what is no longer mine," with this she looked up revealing silent tears running down her cheeks, "I shall return to you when I have completed my mission."
Professor J. walked forward, "We can not let you return…"
She looked at her hands, eyes half closed, "I know…" she replied, voice tear stricken, gently squeezing the gun she held within her palm.
This story is non-yaoi and has what I feel to be traditional pairings… with a few twists. Note for the purposes of this story the professors are still very much alive, that's why it's fanfiction!
Freedom:
Book One: And there were five…
Prologue
The year is A.C. 200 and with the end of the war between the earth sphere and the colonies as well as the elimination of OZ a delicate peace has settled over the United Earth Sphere. The five Gundam pilots were regaled as heroes and took up residence either in the colonies of their origin or on the earth sphere itself. Communications between the pilots and Relena Peacecraft continued on a regular basis, save one, but in this world were ideals were becoming reality the hearts of a few were forgotten for the happiness of the masses.
The room was metallic and dark, and the only light came from the five monitors in the center of the room. The door on the left side wall hissed open. A young woman entered the bleak space and bowed in traditional fashion to the five men seated around the monitors. "Professors, I beg your indulgence," Her voice was soft yet commanding.
"We do not hold to such formalities here," Professor O. commented, "And you have been told on numerous occasions to relinquish those ancient and insipid customs."
"I see you have not given up your monitoring of the former Gundam pilots, nor your distribution of missions to them no matter how veiled your orders are, therefore I shall cease when you do," the mutinous statement was followed by a slight smile as the girl moved and knelt amongst the professors. "I believe you know the reason I have beseeched an audience with you… I ask that you give the pilots back their lives, relinquish your hold on them."
"We have," Professor J. stated. This comment received an accusatory look from the girl. The conversation carried on for a number of tense moments until the professors agreed to remove themselves completely from the destinies of the pilots.
"Then I shall go and prepare my things," the girl began.
"Why, where are you going?" Professor O. questioned.
"To find them and set them free." The girl finished.
"But what of yourself?" professor J. questioned, "you too are now free child. Go and seek your own happiness."
The young woman lowered her head and smiled. The smile itself was tempered equally with bitterness, regret, and pain. "I lost my freedom many years ago, I seek not now what is no longer mine," with this she looked up revealing silent tears running down her cheeks, "I shall return to you when I have completed my mission."
Professor J. walked forward, "We can not let you return…"
She looked at her hands, eyes half closed, "I know…" she replied, voice tear stricken, gently squeezing the gun she held within her palm.