Hello everyone! Here is a chapter that I wrote out originally because this
idea/image came to my head and I had to write it done. I never planned on
making it in to a story. In fact, to be honest, I still have no idea what
is going to happen in this story. The only thing I do have is the general
beginning idea. But don't worry about the plotline, leave that to me, and
Enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon
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Dark Playground
~By Naiad
Chapter One: Perfect?
The birds were chirping and the sun was shinning into his room. It was the perfect morning for his perfect beginning of his day. He loved these types of mornings.
Quatre opened his eyes and practically jumped out of his bed. He couldn't wait to spend the days with his four best friends, who after he had not seeing for a half a year after the last little war he had finally contacted all of them and forced them to spend the month at his house or, as Duo called it, 'his humongous mansion'.
Hiiro, Duo, Trowa and Wufei had showed up at his house more or less a week ago, depending on which day one of the boys had come.
He changed in to a pair of his clothes and went downstairs, seeing that breakfast was on the table and that one of his very many servants was just about to come upstairs and wake him.
"Master Quatre," the servant started after slightly bowing his head, "the rest of your guests except for young Master Maxwell, are waiting for you downstairs in the dinning room."
"Very well. Could you please go and wake up Duo then."
"Yes sir" The servant left and a small smile founds its way on Quatre's face thinking about how fast Duo would run down the stairs and to the table when he heard the words food.
Except... Duo never came.
After about 10 minutes of the four friends slowly eating their breakfast as they waited for their more cheerful friend, the servant who had gone to wake up Duo, walked into the dinning room.
"Master Maxwell is reportedly not in his room, nor in the rest of the house Master Quatre."
"What do you mean?" Quatre hastily replied.
"He is not here." The servant then just left, leaving the boy he worked for and his friends to talk.
"I wonder were Duo is...?" Quatre mumbled to himself.
"Who cares where that weak braided baka is," replied the always uptight Wufei.
"Yes Quatre, I am sure that Duo will show up in an hour." The uni-banged Trowa added on to the black haired boy's statement.
Except... Duo didn't come back in an hour or even after two hours. That is when the gang of boys began to get worried.
Of course, when Quatre got worried, he just rang for one of his servants. He already had an idea in his head on how to locate his American friend. A plan he had thought of just two days before the group of boys came to visit so that he would never lose contact with them again.
The servant brought in a laptop and Quatre started typing in it. The other three boys crowded around him, none of them willing to show that they were confused about what he was doing so none of them asked any questions and just stared at the screen and Quatre typed away.
Soon they were on a database titled Find Me. Quatre typed in the words Duo Maxwell in an area that looked like a search engine finder. The screen went black for a second and then started flashing thousands of different pictures at once. Then the jumping, flashing screen suddenly just stopped and showed a map of what was titled on the bottom of the screen as one of the number 2 colonies. And in that map was a blinking red dot that just continued to stay in the same place.
Quatre printed the paper, got up and just left the room and went to his space shuttle. The other boys just followed, never asking what he just did or where they were going. Had they, they would have been shocked to learn that on the first night each boy had slept in Quatre's house this week, Quatre has snuck into their room and placed an advanced location detector on their backs.
The boys all left on Quatre's shuttle and it soon became obvious that they were heading for the same colony that Quatre had printed a map of.
When they arrived, they got off and started walking in the hustling and bustling crowded city. All of the boys looked straight ahead, never daring to look around and see the people living on this colony's poor conditions and seeing their hunger. They were too afraid that they would break down and be willed away from their missions, their lives, to help these people. None of them could offer to change themselves for others that they didn't even know.
And then...
There was Duo.
He was sitting on a swing in an empty playground.
The playground looked desolate and seemed to always be deserted and dark and oh so grey. Why would the most cheerful of the pilots be sitting in the unhappiest place?
"Duo..." the more empathic of the boys silently called.
Duo slowly turned around to his friends. His indigo eyes reflected with sadness and unshed tears. His braid was limp by his side. His face seemed paler then normal and his mouth was in a straight line fighting to not tremble.
"Why are you here...?" Quatre continued. Now him, along with the rest of the Gundam ex-pilots stood beside the boy who was still sitting on the swing, using his feet to sort of swing himself back and forward.
"... isn't this the colony where the Maxwell Tragedy happened..." As Quatre spoke this realization came to his eyes, along with three other young boys, on where their friend Duo had gotten his last name. Before Quatre had a chance to break out into tears, now knowing that Duo was that so called lone-survivor of that day, Trowa cut in with an unexpected statement.
"Isn't this also the colony where some of the OZ massacre took place?" Duo slowly nodded his head.
The silent Hiiro added in, "Didn't that massacre happen today a few years back." It was stated as a fact, but in reality it was Hiiro's way of asking a question and Duo to reply, once again shook his head.
Quatre wanted to cry, with the knowledge about how his friend got his last name and the fact that his always talkative was acting so silently, but a more important matter came to his mind so he fought back the tears threatening to fall.
"What is the OZ massacre?"
Hiiro looked at the poor boy holding in his tears. "It was a day when OZ came to three different colonies in this area and just grabbed nine, almost random little girls, told them a statement like 'join our group or die' to each one of the girls. And each girl said no, that they would rather die and then. Then, they were just shot straight in the head. All nine of them died instantly."
"What does that have to do with Dou-baka," the Chinese boy questioned.
Duo silently turned his swing around, back to the position that he originally was before the others had come and pointed his hand towards the sidewalk not that far away. "They never were able to get her blood out."
The boys looked more closes at the sidewalk and now noticed a little area on it that had a reddish-orange tint.
Duo continued, "That is why no children come here anymore, because they see the blood and remember that day. They remember that day when a little blonde haired girl was just shot there. I remember that day."
"So what? It was just some weak onna!" Wufei turned his eyes away from the sidewalk and was shocked when he saw Duo jump up from his sit, eyes blazing with anger.
"Don't you ever call her a weak onna! Or I'll, I'll..."
Duo slowly sat back down, his eyes went back to its previous blank look and his voice was soft and hushed, as if he was thinking of a past memory. "She was my sister, not biologically of course. We had meet along time before, back when Solo was around and I was just a kid without a name. She was always happy, always carefree, and always so innocent.
"I remember when I left her to go live in the Maxwell Church, she could never understand why anyone would want to live in a building unless it was freezing and snowing outside. Other then that she was always outside, always fighting for survival. Always fighting.
"After the Church was destroyed I meet up with her again and traveled the streets with her. We considered each other family. My only family that was left.
"We were here on this day many years ago when we were thirteen. I was on this exact swing and she was playing with some younger children only a few feet away from me. Ten grown men, with uniforms just walked up out of no where and grabbed her.
"I was too stupid and weak back then that I didn't even react. I just stayed glued to this seat. Two men held her at different arms and the supposed leader walked up to her. He said, 'join our group now'. My sister, now in tears said 'never. I will never join your evil group'. The leader replied in a sinister voice, 'well then, I will be forced to kill you'. My sister looked straight into the men's eyes and said' Do your worst.'
"He didn't though, he just walked away from her, tapped some other men on the shoulder, who then pulled out a gun and started counting down 'Three...Two... One.' The gun shot and my sister fell to the ground, dead. I swear before she died, she screamed Duo-chan except I don't remember when or if I just imagined it.
"I don't remember when I got up from the swing either and ran to her side. But I was so weak, so young and she was, she was dead. Usagi..." Duo went silent again and continued to rock back and forth or the swing.
Quatre broke down in to tears.
IT WASN'T as perfect day. No day ever was.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon
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Dark Playground
~By Naiad
Chapter One: Perfect?
The birds were chirping and the sun was shinning into his room. It was the perfect morning for his perfect beginning of his day. He loved these types of mornings.
Quatre opened his eyes and practically jumped out of his bed. He couldn't wait to spend the days with his four best friends, who after he had not seeing for a half a year after the last little war he had finally contacted all of them and forced them to spend the month at his house or, as Duo called it, 'his humongous mansion'.
Hiiro, Duo, Trowa and Wufei had showed up at his house more or less a week ago, depending on which day one of the boys had come.
He changed in to a pair of his clothes and went downstairs, seeing that breakfast was on the table and that one of his very many servants was just about to come upstairs and wake him.
"Master Quatre," the servant started after slightly bowing his head, "the rest of your guests except for young Master Maxwell, are waiting for you downstairs in the dinning room."
"Very well. Could you please go and wake up Duo then."
"Yes sir" The servant left and a small smile founds its way on Quatre's face thinking about how fast Duo would run down the stairs and to the table when he heard the words food.
Except... Duo never came.
After about 10 minutes of the four friends slowly eating their breakfast as they waited for their more cheerful friend, the servant who had gone to wake up Duo, walked into the dinning room.
"Master Maxwell is reportedly not in his room, nor in the rest of the house Master Quatre."
"What do you mean?" Quatre hastily replied.
"He is not here." The servant then just left, leaving the boy he worked for and his friends to talk.
"I wonder were Duo is...?" Quatre mumbled to himself.
"Who cares where that weak braided baka is," replied the always uptight Wufei.
"Yes Quatre, I am sure that Duo will show up in an hour." The uni-banged Trowa added on to the black haired boy's statement.
Except... Duo didn't come back in an hour or even after two hours. That is when the gang of boys began to get worried.
Of course, when Quatre got worried, he just rang for one of his servants. He already had an idea in his head on how to locate his American friend. A plan he had thought of just two days before the group of boys came to visit so that he would never lose contact with them again.
The servant brought in a laptop and Quatre started typing in it. The other three boys crowded around him, none of them willing to show that they were confused about what he was doing so none of them asked any questions and just stared at the screen and Quatre typed away.
Soon they were on a database titled Find Me. Quatre typed in the words Duo Maxwell in an area that looked like a search engine finder. The screen went black for a second and then started flashing thousands of different pictures at once. Then the jumping, flashing screen suddenly just stopped and showed a map of what was titled on the bottom of the screen as one of the number 2 colonies. And in that map was a blinking red dot that just continued to stay in the same place.
Quatre printed the paper, got up and just left the room and went to his space shuttle. The other boys just followed, never asking what he just did or where they were going. Had they, they would have been shocked to learn that on the first night each boy had slept in Quatre's house this week, Quatre has snuck into their room and placed an advanced location detector on their backs.
The boys all left on Quatre's shuttle and it soon became obvious that they were heading for the same colony that Quatre had printed a map of.
When they arrived, they got off and started walking in the hustling and bustling crowded city. All of the boys looked straight ahead, never daring to look around and see the people living on this colony's poor conditions and seeing their hunger. They were too afraid that they would break down and be willed away from their missions, their lives, to help these people. None of them could offer to change themselves for others that they didn't even know.
And then...
There was Duo.
He was sitting on a swing in an empty playground.
The playground looked desolate and seemed to always be deserted and dark and oh so grey. Why would the most cheerful of the pilots be sitting in the unhappiest place?
"Duo..." the more empathic of the boys silently called.
Duo slowly turned around to his friends. His indigo eyes reflected with sadness and unshed tears. His braid was limp by his side. His face seemed paler then normal and his mouth was in a straight line fighting to not tremble.
"Why are you here...?" Quatre continued. Now him, along with the rest of the Gundam ex-pilots stood beside the boy who was still sitting on the swing, using his feet to sort of swing himself back and forward.
"... isn't this the colony where the Maxwell Tragedy happened..." As Quatre spoke this realization came to his eyes, along with three other young boys, on where their friend Duo had gotten his last name. Before Quatre had a chance to break out into tears, now knowing that Duo was that so called lone-survivor of that day, Trowa cut in with an unexpected statement.
"Isn't this also the colony where some of the OZ massacre took place?" Duo slowly nodded his head.
The silent Hiiro added in, "Didn't that massacre happen today a few years back." It was stated as a fact, but in reality it was Hiiro's way of asking a question and Duo to reply, once again shook his head.
Quatre wanted to cry, with the knowledge about how his friend got his last name and the fact that his always talkative was acting so silently, but a more important matter came to his mind so he fought back the tears threatening to fall.
"What is the OZ massacre?"
Hiiro looked at the poor boy holding in his tears. "It was a day when OZ came to three different colonies in this area and just grabbed nine, almost random little girls, told them a statement like 'join our group or die' to each one of the girls. And each girl said no, that they would rather die and then. Then, they were just shot straight in the head. All nine of them died instantly."
"What does that have to do with Dou-baka," the Chinese boy questioned.
Duo silently turned his swing around, back to the position that he originally was before the others had come and pointed his hand towards the sidewalk not that far away. "They never were able to get her blood out."
The boys looked more closes at the sidewalk and now noticed a little area on it that had a reddish-orange tint.
Duo continued, "That is why no children come here anymore, because they see the blood and remember that day. They remember that day when a little blonde haired girl was just shot there. I remember that day."
"So what? It was just some weak onna!" Wufei turned his eyes away from the sidewalk and was shocked when he saw Duo jump up from his sit, eyes blazing with anger.
"Don't you ever call her a weak onna! Or I'll, I'll..."
Duo slowly sat back down, his eyes went back to its previous blank look and his voice was soft and hushed, as if he was thinking of a past memory. "She was my sister, not biologically of course. We had meet along time before, back when Solo was around and I was just a kid without a name. She was always happy, always carefree, and always so innocent.
"I remember when I left her to go live in the Maxwell Church, she could never understand why anyone would want to live in a building unless it was freezing and snowing outside. Other then that she was always outside, always fighting for survival. Always fighting.
"After the Church was destroyed I meet up with her again and traveled the streets with her. We considered each other family. My only family that was left.
"We were here on this day many years ago when we were thirteen. I was on this exact swing and she was playing with some younger children only a few feet away from me. Ten grown men, with uniforms just walked up out of no where and grabbed her.
"I was too stupid and weak back then that I didn't even react. I just stayed glued to this seat. Two men held her at different arms and the supposed leader walked up to her. He said, 'join our group now'. My sister, now in tears said 'never. I will never join your evil group'. The leader replied in a sinister voice, 'well then, I will be forced to kill you'. My sister looked straight into the men's eyes and said' Do your worst.'
"He didn't though, he just walked away from her, tapped some other men on the shoulder, who then pulled out a gun and started counting down 'Three...Two... One.' The gun shot and my sister fell to the ground, dead. I swear before she died, she screamed Duo-chan except I don't remember when or if I just imagined it.
"I don't remember when I got up from the swing either and ran to her side. But I was so weak, so young and she was, she was dead. Usagi..." Duo went silent again and continued to rock back and forth or the swing.
Quatre broke down in to tears.
IT WASN'T as perfect day. No day ever was.