Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing (big surprise there eh?). If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be out there writing actual episodes, continuing the greatness that is Gundam Wing. I do, however, know where you can get an excellent quesadilla. . .
A/N: Well, this is my second series. I'm doing this while I finish "Love Conquers All?" Noooo, I'm not ditching my first series. This one's mainly a Trowa fic, but it also has the other main characters. Oh! It may be helpful to know who Midii Une is. . . She'll eventually appear in here. I'm just not sure when. . . let's just say soon. . . yeah, soon.
Memories of a Past Long Forgotten
Prologue
AC 207
". . . and thanks to their brave efforts, ten years ago. . ."
"In honor of those who died. . ."
"Ten years of peace. . ."
Trowa Barton sighed as he turned off the TV. It was five in the morning, and the media was already in full swing. 'Why is this bothering me?' he thought as he looked out the window. 'Ten years of peace. . . that's a good thing.' He continued staring out the window, towards the rising sun. "Ten years, ten long years." he said to himself, his voice cutting through the silence that seemed to envelope his small apartment.
Trowa sighed again. So much had happened in those ten years. Relena Peacecraft had matured and grown to be a great and influential leader. Her brother, Milliardo married Lucrezia Noin two years after the war. Duo Maxwell and Hilde Schibeiker had also married, and Trowa could just imagine the children that they would have. Then again. . . he didn't WANT to imagine them. Heero Yuy had surprised everyone by starting up a now prosperous computer company. Quatre Raberba Winner, his best friend, was busy running his father's corporation. Trowa didn't know what Wufei was up to.
Trowa himself, had left the circus in AC 202 and became a mobile suit flight instructor. Catherine had stayed. The circus would always be her home and she couldn't fathom leaving it. They kept in touch and talked to each other at least once a week. Still, loneliness seemed to prevail in his life. How long would he have to endure waking up alone. . . Knowing that he was alone?
The sound of the doorbell snapped Trowa out of his silent spell. He looked at his watch as he stood up and was surprised to find that it was nine o clock. Realizing he'd fallen asleep, Trowa opened the door and saw a rather impatient mailman.
"You Trowa Barton?"
"Yeah. . ."
"I got a letter for you. Says you had to receive it in person. Sign here."
Trowa signed the paper dubiously, and received the white envelope. He entered his living room and sat at the table. Eyeing the mysterious envelope, Trowa tore it open gently. Who would be sending him mail? Who would go through the trouble of having it hand delivered, especially on a holiday such as this? He pondered these things as he pulled out the letter.
The letters were beautifully written in silver ink. "Dear Mr. Trowa Barton. . . In honor of ten years of peace, you have been invited to spend the week at Madrid, Spain, at the historic resort, "La Isla Triste." This resort is in the process of becoming a historical monument and therefore this may be the last time that anyone will be able to vacation there. Consider yourself lucky. We will be expecting you there and waiting with open arms." Trowa finished reading the letter aloud and placed it back in the envelope. He leaned backward in his seat and closed his eyes. Then the vid-phone rang.
"Hello?" Trowa asked as he turned on the phone. He was surprised to see his best friend, Quatre on the tiny screen. Quatre had been too busy with his business to call anyone lately. Trowa began to wonder why Quatre had called.
"Hi Trowa. . . I was waiting for a good time to call. You know I'm not good with the time difference between here and Earth. So, did you get an invitation to that Spanish resort?"
Trowa almost laughed at the irony of it all. "Yeah, I just got it."
"So. . . Are you going?"
"I don't know. . . Did anyone else get an invitation?"
"From what I've heard, Heero and Duo got one each. I think Wufei got one, I'm not sure."
Trowa thought for a moment. "I don't know, I'll have to think about it."
"Okay. . . Well, I have to go. . . Winner Corporation's calling."
Trowa hung up and sat on his black leather couch. He sighed as he laid back and ran his hands through his hair. "Ten years of peace?"
Maybe ten years of loneliness was a better way to look at it. . .
TO BE CONTINUED. . . . (well, obviously!)
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Well, this is the prologue to my second series. (can we tell that I like series'???) I think I have a better idea where this is going than I do with "Love Conquers All?" I'm not giving away anything, so nyah!
Oh, if you're about as fluent in Spanish as I am, La Isla Triste should be translated into "the sorrowful island" I don't know, I was never good in Spanish (now why am I a senior taking French I???)
But anyway, I'm gonna reassure you, this is nothing like "The Haunting" or anything like that (probably because I didn't like that movie much) It will deal with a mansion and a haunting of some sort, but nothing stupid or cliched. All I'll say this that it deals with loneliness and Trowa's coming to terms with his past. Nope, I'm not saying more!
Well, I'll stop babbling and let you go off on your merry way. I'd just like one thing, if you have enough time or genuinely LIKE this so far. (I know, hard to imagine) Please review! I'd appreciate it greatly. I know this doesn't sway many to review, you'll review if you review, but I'll ask nonetheless. Whew, I think that's enough. Ciao! LCA part 5 should be out within two weeks. (this part is kinda hard for me to write) Well, Ciao, this time for real!!!!
Aaaand, if there are any questions, contact me either by e-mail or by review. (flames not accepted, they will however, be laughed at, then promptly erased. . . your address will then be blocked. . . Hell hath no fury like an angry Goddess of Death ^_^)
A/N: Well, this is my second series. I'm doing this while I finish "Love Conquers All?" Noooo, I'm not ditching my first series. This one's mainly a Trowa fic, but it also has the other main characters. Oh! It may be helpful to know who Midii Une is. . . She'll eventually appear in here. I'm just not sure when. . . let's just say soon. . . yeah, soon.
Memories of a Past Long Forgotten
Prologue
AC 207
". . . and thanks to their brave efforts, ten years ago. . ."
"In honor of those who died. . ."
"Ten years of peace. . ."
Trowa Barton sighed as he turned off the TV. It was five in the morning, and the media was already in full swing. 'Why is this bothering me?' he thought as he looked out the window. 'Ten years of peace. . . that's a good thing.' He continued staring out the window, towards the rising sun. "Ten years, ten long years." he said to himself, his voice cutting through the silence that seemed to envelope his small apartment.
Trowa sighed again. So much had happened in those ten years. Relena Peacecraft had matured and grown to be a great and influential leader. Her brother, Milliardo married Lucrezia Noin two years after the war. Duo Maxwell and Hilde Schibeiker had also married, and Trowa could just imagine the children that they would have. Then again. . . he didn't WANT to imagine them. Heero Yuy had surprised everyone by starting up a now prosperous computer company. Quatre Raberba Winner, his best friend, was busy running his father's corporation. Trowa didn't know what Wufei was up to.
Trowa himself, had left the circus in AC 202 and became a mobile suit flight instructor. Catherine had stayed. The circus would always be her home and she couldn't fathom leaving it. They kept in touch and talked to each other at least once a week. Still, loneliness seemed to prevail in his life. How long would he have to endure waking up alone. . . Knowing that he was alone?
The sound of the doorbell snapped Trowa out of his silent spell. He looked at his watch as he stood up and was surprised to find that it was nine o clock. Realizing he'd fallen asleep, Trowa opened the door and saw a rather impatient mailman.
"You Trowa Barton?"
"Yeah. . ."
"I got a letter for you. Says you had to receive it in person. Sign here."
Trowa signed the paper dubiously, and received the white envelope. He entered his living room and sat at the table. Eyeing the mysterious envelope, Trowa tore it open gently. Who would be sending him mail? Who would go through the trouble of having it hand delivered, especially on a holiday such as this? He pondered these things as he pulled out the letter.
The letters were beautifully written in silver ink. "Dear Mr. Trowa Barton. . . In honor of ten years of peace, you have been invited to spend the week at Madrid, Spain, at the historic resort, "La Isla Triste." This resort is in the process of becoming a historical monument and therefore this may be the last time that anyone will be able to vacation there. Consider yourself lucky. We will be expecting you there and waiting with open arms." Trowa finished reading the letter aloud and placed it back in the envelope. He leaned backward in his seat and closed his eyes. Then the vid-phone rang.
"Hello?" Trowa asked as he turned on the phone. He was surprised to see his best friend, Quatre on the tiny screen. Quatre had been too busy with his business to call anyone lately. Trowa began to wonder why Quatre had called.
"Hi Trowa. . . I was waiting for a good time to call. You know I'm not good with the time difference between here and Earth. So, did you get an invitation to that Spanish resort?"
Trowa almost laughed at the irony of it all. "Yeah, I just got it."
"So. . . Are you going?"
"I don't know. . . Did anyone else get an invitation?"
"From what I've heard, Heero and Duo got one each. I think Wufei got one, I'm not sure."
Trowa thought for a moment. "I don't know, I'll have to think about it."
"Okay. . . Well, I have to go. . . Winner Corporation's calling."
Trowa hung up and sat on his black leather couch. He sighed as he laid back and ran his hands through his hair. "Ten years of peace?"
Maybe ten years of loneliness was a better way to look at it. . .
TO BE CONTINUED. . . . (well, obviously!)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, this is the prologue to my second series. (can we tell that I like series'???) I think I have a better idea where this is going than I do with "Love Conquers All?" I'm not giving away anything, so nyah!
Oh, if you're about as fluent in Spanish as I am, La Isla Triste should be translated into "the sorrowful island" I don't know, I was never good in Spanish (now why am I a senior taking French I???)
But anyway, I'm gonna reassure you, this is nothing like "The Haunting" or anything like that (probably because I didn't like that movie much) It will deal with a mansion and a haunting of some sort, but nothing stupid or cliched. All I'll say this that it deals with loneliness and Trowa's coming to terms with his past. Nope, I'm not saying more!
Well, I'll stop babbling and let you go off on your merry way. I'd just like one thing, if you have enough time or genuinely LIKE this so far. (I know, hard to imagine) Please review! I'd appreciate it greatly. I know this doesn't sway many to review, you'll review if you review, but I'll ask nonetheless. Whew, I think that's enough. Ciao! LCA part 5 should be out within two weeks. (this part is kinda hard for me to write) Well, Ciao, this time for real!!!!
Aaaand, if there are any questions, contact me either by e-mail or by review. (flames not accepted, they will however, be laughed at, then promptly erased. . . your address will then be blocked. . . Hell hath no fury like an angry Goddess of Death ^_^)