Disclaimer: This story is not an official GundamWing Story and does not reflect the opinions of the actual owners of the anime series. This was written for the pure entertainment of fanfiction fans everywhere, and is not intended for profit.
t_j: This is an Alternate Universe fic, the product of a recent attack by my drama muse. I don't know how far this will go, but because my stories tend to be vague, I've decided to provide a prologue and brief history to this particular AU. That was a warning, and I'll repeat: I write in the spirit of (schizophrenic) *shameless plug for my original* and though the prologue is meant to explain things, there is a good chance that it won't. If you decide to review this, then tell me whether it gets confusing or not; I'll try to clarify some points along the way.
Prologue~
There's nothing wrong with differences. The colonists knew this when the space colonies were first constructed. Centuries ago, discriminations had been ironed out throughout Earth, even though small pockets still exist in remote areas. But, as the colonies improved, environmental preferences began to form in each colony, and, as the environments changed, so did the people.
As did the people of Earth.
For the people of both Earth and the colonies, there is no longer a distinction between human and inhuman.
It is the year After Colony 195.
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The monitor glowed a dim green in the surrounding darkness. In its light, a dark figure towered over it, softly tapping into a notepad connected to the monitor. Darkness surrounded the figure and monitor, but from a far corner, a soft whine could be heard.
Whrrrrrrrrrr.
The figure moved, glanced once in the direction of the sound, then resumed tapping on the notepad. The whine grew louder, as the figure continued to tap on the thin board. Louder...faster...
WHHHRRRRRRRRR -
The monitor glowed more brightly as the sound grew louder, lighting the figure and the pad as it continued to brighten. A face formed in the darkness -
Then, the whine stopped, and the light went out altogether.
Click. The sound echoed in the room as the monitor turned itself off, it's job finished.
"There." Treize Kushrenada smiled at the darkness as he placed the notepad down, finding his way through the room without stumbling. "Finished."
There was a rustling, and two curtains split apart, allowing moonlight to filter in and rest on the swept concrete. Standing to the side of the window, Treize let his eyes adjust to the natural light, then turned to gaze at the bed lying at the edge of the stream of light.
Yes. Finished. After all this - His plans were finally coming into place. But there was still more to be done.
Patience.
He stepped forward, into the light, and approached the bed, eyes glittering. But now -
"She's finished."
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t_j: well, what do you think? I kind of need some feedback on this one, so I can decide whether or not to continue it. arigatoo for everything, minna-san! ^_^*