Disclaimer: Why would you think that I own Gundam Wing. . . or, for that matter, any anime? My talent is by far, more inferior than any of those great, wonderful, writers and animators. . . (sniffle)
I DO, however own the following characters: Zhen (Midii's brother, his name means ten in German)
A/N: Well, here's part one in my new little series. The prologue's been up for a godawfully long time, but hasn't really been read much... oh well! Just to clarify: This part takes place a week after it. Oh, and I know this may seem a bit short... I've explained much in the endnotes.... so here goes:
Memories of a Past Long Forgotten
Part 1
"Where are you going?"
Her voice rang loudly over the video phone. Trowa recognized the concern and curiosity present in Catherine's voice. She was constantly worrying about her younger brother. Maybe it was because he never seemed to voice his emotions. Maybe it was because he wasn't seeing anyone, and as far as Catherine knew -hadn't ever really dated at all. Maybe it was just because he was her younger brother and she felt she had to protect him. Nonetheless, she worried about him more than he liked to acknowledge.
Trowa hesitated for a moment, but knew he couldn't lie. Somehow Cathy managed to see through each lie he attempted to get by her. He sat down on his bed. "I got invited to spend a week at a resort in Spain. It's called. . ." He grabbed a piece of paper from his desk, "It's called La Isla Triste. . . It's supposed to be a famous historical place. . . To tell you the truth, I've never heard of it. . . How about you?"
Catherine thought for a moment. "No, I haven't. The name sounds vaguely familiar, like something out of a dream. . . I don't know. So, you're going?"
"Yeah, from what I heard, everyone else is going as well. You can come if you like."
"I don't know Trowa. . . you're leaving soon, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, tell me where it is and I'll see if I can drop by while you're there. You know. . . to check on you."
Trowa sighed. He had a feeling that she would never stop doing that to him.
Catherine noticed what he did immediately and smiled, "Well, you know how I feel about those friends of yours. They're your friends, but I can still have my opinions about them, and I think they're bad news."
A faint smile appeared briefly on Trowa's face, "And you know how much I value your opinion, Cathy." He looked down to his watch, "I'm sorry, I have to get off. . . I have a plane to catch if I want to make it to Spain by tonight." He said good-bye, and hung up. Minutes later he was in a cab on the way to the airport.
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The girl was obviously in a state of ecstatic shock. She pushed back a lock of wavy blonde hair and read the letter she had received in the mail. She sat down on her bed and began to read it again.
"What's up Midii?" The girl turned around and saw her brother Zhen standing in the doorway. He walked to her side, "So what's this package I saw you get this morning?" He looked quizzically down at the letter in her hands.
Midii smiled, "Recognition."
"What?"
"Recognition for the work I did during the war. . ."
"I thought no one knew about that. After all, you were a spy. . . I didn't think they kept files on that little profession. . .." Zhen looked down at his feet and thrust his hands in his pockets, "So. . . what does it say?"
"I've been invited to spend a week in a Spanish resort."
"A week, eh? What resort?"
"La Isla Triste. I think I remember hearing something about it years ago. . . hmm," Midii thought for a moment, "Don't remember hearing about it as a resort though, just a mansion." Midii was quiet for a moment.
"Well, maybe they upgraded it into a resort. I dunno. I've never heard of the place myself. Are you going?"
Midii laughed, "Of course! How can I pass this up?"
Zhen stood up, "Well, if you're leaving soon, you better start packing."
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He was dreaming again.
It happened almost nightly. Trowa would fall asleep and dream of two possible people. There was that girl, the blonde spy from his childhood. . . Midii. . . Then there were the darkened, unfocused visions of his parents. He would awaken with a gasp, his heart pounding, and attempt to make sense of the dreams.
Some things in his life would never make sense though. . .
He wished that he could remember more about the blonde spy. . . He wished he could see his parents' faces more clearly. Nothing ever worked though.
And, once again, he was reliving his past. This time the dream focused on the latter vision, the vision of his parents. He was his current age in this dream, and though he tried to save them, they still died. No matter what Trowa did, the outcome was always the same.
But, this time the dream was cut off, and Trowa was spared from the pain and heartache of his own repressed memories. The plane began to land, and although the sound of the screeching tires startled him momentarily, he was thankful to end his hellish dreams. Perhaps one day he would finally remember these memories of a past long forgotten.
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Heero Yuy was a bit wary of the invitation. It seemed a bit odd to get invited by an unnamed person to a place he had never heard of, yet that wasn't the thing that made him especially wary. The world was celebrating ten years of peace. Heero was worried that this invitation was a way to get him, and his wife, into a dangerous position.
Relena Dorlian, now Relena Dorlian Peacecraft - Yuy, had been the victim of too many attempted assassinations and kidnappings. The thought that this holiday could be a field day for terrorists was still nagging at the back of Heero's mind. But, Relena wanted to go, insisted on going, and there was no way for Heero to say no to her when she put her mind to something. He didn't want to see her go off alone, so he gave in and began packing his bags. At least if something happened he would be able to protect her.
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Quatre stepped out of the small taxi with Dorothy Catalonia and looked up at the resort in awe. It was beautiful, unlike most buildings he would see, and definitely unlike any currently built. It looked like something out of a historical movie or book. The architecture couldn't be described with one word. Rather, it was a mixture of American Colonialism, Gothic, Greek, and countless others.
"I wonder how old it is. . ." Dorothy said, breaking the silence. Quatre looked at her and smiled. They hadn't seen each other for nine years, that was until he heard her determined knock on his office door. It was around his twenty sixth birthday, and he had been overrun by work. He had opened the door, and there she was. She had apologized profusely, on the verge of tears for her actions during the war. They went out to an Italian restaurant, that night. One year later, they were still seeing each other.
"I don't know." Quatre said, snapping out of the small thoughtful daze he had been in, and motioning for her to follow him. "It has very interesting architecture. "
"I'll say. They even have gargoyles." Dorothy smiled as she passed by a small stone griffin.
They got to the huge wooden door with a small, rusty knocker with a lion's head on it. Quatre reluctantly grabbed the knocker and began to pound on the door. After a few minutes, an old woman opened the door.
"Hello. Welcome to La Isla Triste. May I ask who you two are?"
"Oh!" Quatre dropped his bags and shook her hand. "I'm Quatre Raberba Winner, and this is Dorothy Catalonia."
"My name is Viviana DeMarco," the woman said as she shook his hand. "We are very pleased to have you here at La Isla. Please, follow me..."
Quatre stared at the woman's face. There was something familiar about her... Something in her eyes... He'd seen her before, but where? The woman turned around and began to lead them into the majestic building. Though her back was turned to them, Quatre couldn't shake the feeling that he had met Viviana DeMarco... That he had seen those green eyes before...
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Wufei wasn't happy. He didn't know how Sally had managed to drag him along with her. Didn't know why she had even wanted to drag him along with her. But, somehow, she had, and now he was sitting next to her in a plane heading for Spain.
They'd both gotten the invitation. Something about celebrating the efforts of those who helped bring in ten years of peace. Truth be told, he didn't want to go-- at all. She had somehow managed to wrangle him into it. He'd make sure not to let her do it again.
Wufei sighed as he leaned back in his seat. Six more hours in the plane... almost an eternity...
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Trowa dropped his bags and zipped his gray jacket. A cool breeze began to slow lightly threw the trees surrounding the entryway to the building. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air, the scent of the ocean. He loved it, but something was nagging at the back of his mind...
What was that feeling? Almost like deja vu, but he'd never been to Spain... Ever. So what was this he was feeling?
Before he got remotely close to an answer, a cab pulled up beside him. Trowa turned around and watched as a blonde girl stepped out and handed the fare the driver. She then yanked two large duffel bags out with her, and watched as the cab sped off in the distance.
Trowa felt like fainting... "Midii..."
The girl focused on her rather large bags and began to pick them up, "How do you know my..." She gazed up at the taller man, and jumped back in surprise... "Nanashi???"
"Midii?" Trowa felt himself truly smile for the first time in a while.
"I can't believe this!" Midii dropped her bags, but didn't know what to do. What do you do when you see someone for the first time in seventeen years? Hug, shake hands... She was far too confused, and it looked as if he was as well...
"Yeah..." Trowa was silent for a moment. "So... should we go inside? It's getting a bit cold..."
"Uhm... yeah. That's a good idea..." They began to walk to the huge mansion... the awkward silence only growing...
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Yeah... that is a bit short... much shorter than I usually do parts. However, I thought this was an opportune area to finish this part. Plus, I haven't put anything up lately... well, under "Shinimegami Winner"
Truth be told... I've been busy. Very busy. Not only with school-- senior year's a killer, but also family issues, issues with friends, issues with my future... (got into Loyola Marymount, but where do I get the money???)
Plus, with the end of Gundam Wing's run on CN, my interest in writing these two series' has dropped significantly. No worries! I'll most likely continue... spring break's coming up! Plus, I simply hate to begin something and not finish... it just bothers me too much.
So, yeah... If I think correctly, I know where this little story's going... if you have any suggestions, e mail me at nanashi_neko@yahoo.com or put something in a review! I love hearing what ya'll think! Don't go TOO far away! I'll try to post more regularly!!! ^_~
Ciao,
~Shini!
I DO, however own the following characters: Zhen (Midii's brother, his name means ten in German)
A/N: Well, here's part one in my new little series. The prologue's been up for a godawfully long time, but hasn't really been read much... oh well! Just to clarify: This part takes place a week after it. Oh, and I know this may seem a bit short... I've explained much in the endnotes.... so here goes:
Memories of a Past Long Forgotten
Part 1
"Where are you going?"
Her voice rang loudly over the video phone. Trowa recognized the concern and curiosity present in Catherine's voice. She was constantly worrying about her younger brother. Maybe it was because he never seemed to voice his emotions. Maybe it was because he wasn't seeing anyone, and as far as Catherine knew -hadn't ever really dated at all. Maybe it was just because he was her younger brother and she felt she had to protect him. Nonetheless, she worried about him more than he liked to acknowledge.
Trowa hesitated for a moment, but knew he couldn't lie. Somehow Cathy managed to see through each lie he attempted to get by her. He sat down on his bed. "I got invited to spend a week at a resort in Spain. It's called. . ." He grabbed a piece of paper from his desk, "It's called La Isla Triste. . . It's supposed to be a famous historical place. . . To tell you the truth, I've never heard of it. . . How about you?"
Catherine thought for a moment. "No, I haven't. The name sounds vaguely familiar, like something out of a dream. . . I don't know. So, you're going?"
"Yeah, from what I heard, everyone else is going as well. You can come if you like."
"I don't know Trowa. . . you're leaving soon, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, tell me where it is and I'll see if I can drop by while you're there. You know. . . to check on you."
Trowa sighed. He had a feeling that she would never stop doing that to him.
Catherine noticed what he did immediately and smiled, "Well, you know how I feel about those friends of yours. They're your friends, but I can still have my opinions about them, and I think they're bad news."
A faint smile appeared briefly on Trowa's face, "And you know how much I value your opinion, Cathy." He looked down to his watch, "I'm sorry, I have to get off. . . I have a plane to catch if I want to make it to Spain by tonight." He said good-bye, and hung up. Minutes later he was in a cab on the way to the airport.
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The girl was obviously in a state of ecstatic shock. She pushed back a lock of wavy blonde hair and read the letter she had received in the mail. She sat down on her bed and began to read it again.
"What's up Midii?" The girl turned around and saw her brother Zhen standing in the doorway. He walked to her side, "So what's this package I saw you get this morning?" He looked quizzically down at the letter in her hands.
Midii smiled, "Recognition."
"What?"
"Recognition for the work I did during the war. . ."
"I thought no one knew about that. After all, you were a spy. . . I didn't think they kept files on that little profession. . .." Zhen looked down at his feet and thrust his hands in his pockets, "So. . . what does it say?"
"I've been invited to spend a week in a Spanish resort."
"A week, eh? What resort?"
"La Isla Triste. I think I remember hearing something about it years ago. . . hmm," Midii thought for a moment, "Don't remember hearing about it as a resort though, just a mansion." Midii was quiet for a moment.
"Well, maybe they upgraded it into a resort. I dunno. I've never heard of the place myself. Are you going?"
Midii laughed, "Of course! How can I pass this up?"
Zhen stood up, "Well, if you're leaving soon, you better start packing."
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He was dreaming again.
It happened almost nightly. Trowa would fall asleep and dream of two possible people. There was that girl, the blonde spy from his childhood. . . Midii. . . Then there were the darkened, unfocused visions of his parents. He would awaken with a gasp, his heart pounding, and attempt to make sense of the dreams.
Some things in his life would never make sense though. . .
He wished that he could remember more about the blonde spy. . . He wished he could see his parents' faces more clearly. Nothing ever worked though.
And, once again, he was reliving his past. This time the dream focused on the latter vision, the vision of his parents. He was his current age in this dream, and though he tried to save them, they still died. No matter what Trowa did, the outcome was always the same.
But, this time the dream was cut off, and Trowa was spared from the pain and heartache of his own repressed memories. The plane began to land, and although the sound of the screeching tires startled him momentarily, he was thankful to end his hellish dreams. Perhaps one day he would finally remember these memories of a past long forgotten.
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Heero Yuy was a bit wary of the invitation. It seemed a bit odd to get invited by an unnamed person to a place he had never heard of, yet that wasn't the thing that made him especially wary. The world was celebrating ten years of peace. Heero was worried that this invitation was a way to get him, and his wife, into a dangerous position.
Relena Dorlian, now Relena Dorlian Peacecraft - Yuy, had been the victim of too many attempted assassinations and kidnappings. The thought that this holiday could be a field day for terrorists was still nagging at the back of Heero's mind. But, Relena wanted to go, insisted on going, and there was no way for Heero to say no to her when she put her mind to something. He didn't want to see her go off alone, so he gave in and began packing his bags. At least if something happened he would be able to protect her.
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Quatre stepped out of the small taxi with Dorothy Catalonia and looked up at the resort in awe. It was beautiful, unlike most buildings he would see, and definitely unlike any currently built. It looked like something out of a historical movie or book. The architecture couldn't be described with one word. Rather, it was a mixture of American Colonialism, Gothic, Greek, and countless others.
"I wonder how old it is. . ." Dorothy said, breaking the silence. Quatre looked at her and smiled. They hadn't seen each other for nine years, that was until he heard her determined knock on his office door. It was around his twenty sixth birthday, and he had been overrun by work. He had opened the door, and there she was. She had apologized profusely, on the verge of tears for her actions during the war. They went out to an Italian restaurant, that night. One year later, they were still seeing each other.
"I don't know." Quatre said, snapping out of the small thoughtful daze he had been in, and motioning for her to follow him. "It has very interesting architecture. "
"I'll say. They even have gargoyles." Dorothy smiled as she passed by a small stone griffin.
They got to the huge wooden door with a small, rusty knocker with a lion's head on it. Quatre reluctantly grabbed the knocker and began to pound on the door. After a few minutes, an old woman opened the door.
"Hello. Welcome to La Isla Triste. May I ask who you two are?"
"Oh!" Quatre dropped his bags and shook her hand. "I'm Quatre Raberba Winner, and this is Dorothy Catalonia."
"My name is Viviana DeMarco," the woman said as she shook his hand. "We are very pleased to have you here at La Isla. Please, follow me..."
Quatre stared at the woman's face. There was something familiar about her... Something in her eyes... He'd seen her before, but where? The woman turned around and began to lead them into the majestic building. Though her back was turned to them, Quatre couldn't shake the feeling that he had met Viviana DeMarco... That he had seen those green eyes before...
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Wufei wasn't happy. He didn't know how Sally had managed to drag him along with her. Didn't know why she had even wanted to drag him along with her. But, somehow, she had, and now he was sitting next to her in a plane heading for Spain.
They'd both gotten the invitation. Something about celebrating the efforts of those who helped bring in ten years of peace. Truth be told, he didn't want to go-- at all. She had somehow managed to wrangle him into it. He'd make sure not to let her do it again.
Wufei sighed as he leaned back in his seat. Six more hours in the plane... almost an eternity...
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Trowa dropped his bags and zipped his gray jacket. A cool breeze began to slow lightly threw the trees surrounding the entryway to the building. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air, the scent of the ocean. He loved it, but something was nagging at the back of his mind...
What was that feeling? Almost like deja vu, but he'd never been to Spain... Ever. So what was this he was feeling?
Before he got remotely close to an answer, a cab pulled up beside him. Trowa turned around and watched as a blonde girl stepped out and handed the fare the driver. She then yanked two large duffel bags out with her, and watched as the cab sped off in the distance.
Trowa felt like fainting... "Midii..."
The girl focused on her rather large bags and began to pick them up, "How do you know my..." She gazed up at the taller man, and jumped back in surprise... "Nanashi???"
"Midii?" Trowa felt himself truly smile for the first time in a while.
"I can't believe this!" Midii dropped her bags, but didn't know what to do. What do you do when you see someone for the first time in seventeen years? Hug, shake hands... She was far too confused, and it looked as if he was as well...
"Yeah..." Trowa was silent for a moment. "So... should we go inside? It's getting a bit cold..."
"Uhm... yeah. That's a good idea..." They began to walk to the huge mansion... the awkward silence only growing...
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Yeah... that is a bit short... much shorter than I usually do parts. However, I thought this was an opportune area to finish this part. Plus, I haven't put anything up lately... well, under "Shinimegami Winner"
Truth be told... I've been busy. Very busy. Not only with school-- senior year's a killer, but also family issues, issues with friends, issues with my future... (got into Loyola Marymount, but where do I get the money???)
Plus, with the end of Gundam Wing's run on CN, my interest in writing these two series' has dropped significantly. No worries! I'll most likely continue... spring break's coming up! Plus, I simply hate to begin something and not finish... it just bothers me too much.
So, yeah... If I think correctly, I know where this little story's going... if you have any suggestions, e mail me at nanashi_neko@yahoo.com or put something in a review! I love hearing what ya'll think! Don't go TOO far away! I'll try to post more regularly!!! ^_~
Ciao,
~Shini!