Title: Death's Wish
Author: Lyssa
Part: 3/?
Warnings: Slight Angst
Disclaimers: I don't own theses characters. I'm just using them for others and my own enjoyment.
Summarize: Character tries to get away from his pursuers
Pairing: None
Archive: Sure, just tell me where
C&C is welcome
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~Thoughts~
Death's Wish
By Lyssa
Chapter 3 The Birth of Shinigami
Light from a full moon shines down upon the thick forest below. Dark shadows cover the forest floor, preventing moonlight from reaching the ground. Eerily quiet, it's as if even the night predators can sense a danger even greater than themselves. Breaking that all consuming silence is the frantic sound of desperate running. A dark figure stumbles as it runs thru the night.
~ I have to get away. I can't go back. ~ Heavy breathing comes form the figure. ~I'll die if I have to go back. No... I'll kill myself before they can take me back. The others have already been taken or killed. Kris... Kris sacrificed himself for me. I should have gone back for him. Even though he told me to run and not look back. I should have helped him. ~ Muffled sobs come from the figure as the headlong flight continues.
A sudden shout is heard thru the night. "Over this way! He went thru here!"
"No!" whimpers the runner. "They've found me."
The frantic pace is accelerated as our runaway tries to escape his relentless pursuers.
Crashes and shouts come from the surrounding darkness converging on the running figure. Suddenly, a hand reaches out of the darkness to capture the fleeing figure.
"Noooo..." the cry is muffled as a hand clamps over his mouth.
"Quiet! I'm trying to help you." A male voice whispers to his captive.
The captive, in his arms, begins to struggle violently trying in vain to get away from his captor. Muffled cries and whimpers continue unabated from the frantic runaway.
The hand covering the mouth suddenly comes away, only to become a fist and knock the captive unconscious.
"I'm sorry, but you gave me no choice." As the captive slumps in his arms, he hefts the body over his shoulder and melts into the surrounding shadows.
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Walking up to a door a soldier hesitates for one minute. Gathering wavering courage he knocks upon the door.
"Come in" calls a voice behind the door.
Swiftly opening the door, he walks toward the far end of the room. Coming to a halt before a young man sitting at a desk.
"Report Lt." Comes a soft tenor voice from the man at the desk.
The Lt. regards the man before him. Strong, yet delicate masculine features set on a young face. He has short chestnut hair that begs to have fingers run thru it. Soft brown eyes that seem to see into your soul regard the Lt. standing before him. Mesmerized the Lt. fails to answer the question put before him.
"Lieutenant your report."
Blushing the Lt. starts to give the report "S... Sir we have recaptured the escapees with minimal casualties..."
"How many casualties?" interrupts that soft tenor.
"Two escapees were killed the young boy Kris and girl Rahne. Six escapees were injured and one may not make it. Four of our troops were killed and another seven were injured."
"Acceptable," came that calm tenor, "finish your report."
Looking extremely nervous the Lt. starts to stammer. "S... s... sir, we l... lost one escapee."
Eyes narrowing he repeats, "You lost one Lt.?"
"Y..yes Commander." Replies the Lt. who is starting to shake with fear of his superiors mounting anger.
"Which one Lt.?" asks the commander? Whose soft tenor voice is rapidly lowering as his ire is raised.
"..."
"Lt. do not make me repeat my self." Comes that soft deadly voice.
"Th... the boy." Comes the hesitant reply.
"Which boy?" comes the increasingly angry reply.
"Y... your p... pet p... pro... project, sir."
Eyes glacial, the Commander stares down his prey. "I suggest hat you and your men retrieve my property or you'll wish you were one of the casualties. Do I make myself clear Lt.?"
"R..right away sir!" is the frightened reply.
"GO NOW!" he commands.
Scrambling the Lt. cannot leave fast enough.
Regaining his composure the commander calls out, his voice once again calm. "Father..."
Coming thru a side door an older version of the commander steps into the room. Going up to the desk he looks into his son's eyes.
"You're not going to find him."
"I must" comes the angry reply.
"You know what he is son. After all you approved the modifications."
"I will find him I don't care how long it takes." Comes the furious reply.
"We'll see my son... we'll see." With that the older man walks out of the room.
"Your mine Duo. No matter what I will get you back."
The sound of voices slowly registers as the unconscious boy begins to awaken. Pretending to still be unconscious, the boy warily opens his eyes to take in the surroundings before closing them. There are two people in the room having a disagreement. One is a young woman maybe four or five years older than him. The other is an older man that reminds him of someone. Deciding to file that thought away until later, the boy starts to listen to the conversation going on next to him before confronting his captors.
"Why did you bring him here?" an angry feminine voice asks.
"The boy needed help Hilde." Replies the male voice.
"No he needs to leave. He'll endanger us all." Is the angry comeback.
"I seem to remember a girl that needed as much help as this boy does now."
"It's not the same G." comes the angry words; "I wasn't the commanders obsession like that boy is."
A soft sigh escapes G. "What did you want me to do? Let him get recaptured?"
"No... no... no one deserves that." Answers a shuddering Hilde. "It's just..."
"I know..." G replies. "Don't worry I realize the danger of bringing him here. I'm taking him to a colleague of mine."
Turning to the boy on the couch G surprises Hilde. "Now that you have heard my plans what do you think boy."
"My name's Duo Maxwell not boy" Duo replies, as he opens his eyes fully, looking toward the man speaking to him. "You want to know what I think? I want you to answer her question. Why did you bring me here? Why did you help me?"
"Let me ask you a question instead. If you could stop those that held you prisoner, would you?"
"Yes."
"Think about it carefully Duo. You were made to be a living weapon. If you agree I plan to use their weapon against them. Quite frankly if you survive it will be a miracle of God because in all likelihood you will be killed in the fight."
With a snort Duo replies. "Miracle? God? Humph. The only God I believe in is Death, and I walk hand in hand with him."
"Shinigami, hmmm..." G whispers as he regards the defiant boy in front of him. He is on the small side with only a slight build. Long chestnut hair hangs in a braid that reaches down his back. Beautifully delicate features, on a face that will make him unforgettable when he's older, harden as G looks on. It's not surprising that the commander who held him kept him as his special project. There was also no doubt that the commander would do anything to get him back.
"Shin... what?" asks a confused Duo.
"Shinigami the God of Death." Replies G, " So, are you willing to begin training?"
"Yes"
"Good, let's go kid"
As they walk thru the corridors of the complex, Duo begins to think about what he has just agreed to. Not bothering to pay attention concerning where he's walking. Turning the corner Duo comes face to face with the most incredibly intense Prussian blue eyes. Startled both boys stop staring into each other's eyes. The moment seems to last forever, but in reality it's only just a few seconds.
"Duo... come on our transport is waiting."
With a last glance at those soulful eyes, Duo turns and follows G down the corridor. Reaching the door he turns for a last look surprised to see the boy staring with an intensity he did not understand. After a slight hesitation, a strong feeling of recognition and a flash of a half remembered dream he turns back to the door. With a sense of great loss Duo steps out the door.
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Authors notes: Wow! I'm finally done with chapter 3. This chapter and the next four will be reintroducing our Gundam Pilots and setting up what will be the conflict of the story. You will be seeing some new characters and some old ones start to appear now. The old characters (as they are from this reality) do not have memories from the cannon universe like the Gundam boys. Some of them will have similar personalities and some will have radically different ones. Well, I hope you like this chapter. I have to admit that this story has changed a lot from what I originally imagined, but I like it.
As always C&C is welcome.
Author: Lyssa
Part: 3/?
Warnings: Slight Angst
Disclaimers: I don't own theses characters. I'm just using them for others and my own enjoyment.
Summarize: Character tries to get away from his pursuers
Pairing: None
Archive: Sure, just tell me where
C&C is welcome
_______________________________________________________________________
~Thoughts~
Death's Wish
By Lyssa
Chapter 3 The Birth of Shinigami
Light from a full moon shines down upon the thick forest below. Dark shadows cover the forest floor, preventing moonlight from reaching the ground. Eerily quiet, it's as if even the night predators can sense a danger even greater than themselves. Breaking that all consuming silence is the frantic sound of desperate running. A dark figure stumbles as it runs thru the night.
~ I have to get away. I can't go back. ~ Heavy breathing comes form the figure. ~I'll die if I have to go back. No... I'll kill myself before they can take me back. The others have already been taken or killed. Kris... Kris sacrificed himself for me. I should have gone back for him. Even though he told me to run and not look back. I should have helped him. ~ Muffled sobs come from the figure as the headlong flight continues.
A sudden shout is heard thru the night. "Over this way! He went thru here!"
"No!" whimpers the runner. "They've found me."
The frantic pace is accelerated as our runaway tries to escape his relentless pursuers.
Crashes and shouts come from the surrounding darkness converging on the running figure. Suddenly, a hand reaches out of the darkness to capture the fleeing figure.
"Noooo..." the cry is muffled as a hand clamps over his mouth.
"Quiet! I'm trying to help you." A male voice whispers to his captive.
The captive, in his arms, begins to struggle violently trying in vain to get away from his captor. Muffled cries and whimpers continue unabated from the frantic runaway.
The hand covering the mouth suddenly comes away, only to become a fist and knock the captive unconscious.
"I'm sorry, but you gave me no choice." As the captive slumps in his arms, he hefts the body over his shoulder and melts into the surrounding shadows.
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Walking up to a door a soldier hesitates for one minute. Gathering wavering courage he knocks upon the door.
"Come in" calls a voice behind the door.
Swiftly opening the door, he walks toward the far end of the room. Coming to a halt before a young man sitting at a desk.
"Report Lt." Comes a soft tenor voice from the man at the desk.
The Lt. regards the man before him. Strong, yet delicate masculine features set on a young face. He has short chestnut hair that begs to have fingers run thru it. Soft brown eyes that seem to see into your soul regard the Lt. standing before him. Mesmerized the Lt. fails to answer the question put before him.
"Lieutenant your report."
Blushing the Lt. starts to give the report "S... Sir we have recaptured the escapees with minimal casualties..."
"How many casualties?" interrupts that soft tenor.
"Two escapees were killed the young boy Kris and girl Rahne. Six escapees were injured and one may not make it. Four of our troops were killed and another seven were injured."
"Acceptable," came that calm tenor, "finish your report."
Looking extremely nervous the Lt. starts to stammer. "S... s... sir, we l... lost one escapee."
Eyes narrowing he repeats, "You lost one Lt.?"
"Y..yes Commander." Replies the Lt. who is starting to shake with fear of his superiors mounting anger.
"Which one Lt.?" asks the commander? Whose soft tenor voice is rapidly lowering as his ire is raised.
"..."
"Lt. do not make me repeat my self." Comes that soft deadly voice.
"Th... the boy." Comes the hesitant reply.
"Which boy?" comes the increasingly angry reply.
"Y... your p... pet p... pro... project, sir."
Eyes glacial, the Commander stares down his prey. "I suggest hat you and your men retrieve my property or you'll wish you were one of the casualties. Do I make myself clear Lt.?"
"R..right away sir!" is the frightened reply.
"GO NOW!" he commands.
Scrambling the Lt. cannot leave fast enough.
Regaining his composure the commander calls out, his voice once again calm. "Father..."
Coming thru a side door an older version of the commander steps into the room. Going up to the desk he looks into his son's eyes.
"You're not going to find him."
"I must" comes the angry reply.
"You know what he is son. After all you approved the modifications."
"I will find him I don't care how long it takes." Comes the furious reply.
"We'll see my son... we'll see." With that the older man walks out of the room.
"Your mine Duo. No matter what I will get you back."
The sound of voices slowly registers as the unconscious boy begins to awaken. Pretending to still be unconscious, the boy warily opens his eyes to take in the surroundings before closing them. There are two people in the room having a disagreement. One is a young woman maybe four or five years older than him. The other is an older man that reminds him of someone. Deciding to file that thought away until later, the boy starts to listen to the conversation going on next to him before confronting his captors.
"Why did you bring him here?" an angry feminine voice asks.
"The boy needed help Hilde." Replies the male voice.
"No he needs to leave. He'll endanger us all." Is the angry comeback.
"I seem to remember a girl that needed as much help as this boy does now."
"It's not the same G." comes the angry words; "I wasn't the commanders obsession like that boy is."
A soft sigh escapes G. "What did you want me to do? Let him get recaptured?"
"No... no... no one deserves that." Answers a shuddering Hilde. "It's just..."
"I know..." G replies. "Don't worry I realize the danger of bringing him here. I'm taking him to a colleague of mine."
Turning to the boy on the couch G surprises Hilde. "Now that you have heard my plans what do you think boy."
"My name's Duo Maxwell not boy" Duo replies, as he opens his eyes fully, looking toward the man speaking to him. "You want to know what I think? I want you to answer her question. Why did you bring me here? Why did you help me?"
"Let me ask you a question instead. If you could stop those that held you prisoner, would you?"
"Yes."
"Think about it carefully Duo. You were made to be a living weapon. If you agree I plan to use their weapon against them. Quite frankly if you survive it will be a miracle of God because in all likelihood you will be killed in the fight."
With a snort Duo replies. "Miracle? God? Humph. The only God I believe in is Death, and I walk hand in hand with him."
"Shinigami, hmmm..." G whispers as he regards the defiant boy in front of him. He is on the small side with only a slight build. Long chestnut hair hangs in a braid that reaches down his back. Beautifully delicate features, on a face that will make him unforgettable when he's older, harden as G looks on. It's not surprising that the commander who held him kept him as his special project. There was also no doubt that the commander would do anything to get him back.
"Shin... what?" asks a confused Duo.
"Shinigami the God of Death." Replies G, " So, are you willing to begin training?"
"Yes"
"Good, let's go kid"
As they walk thru the corridors of the complex, Duo begins to think about what he has just agreed to. Not bothering to pay attention concerning where he's walking. Turning the corner Duo comes face to face with the most incredibly intense Prussian blue eyes. Startled both boys stop staring into each other's eyes. The moment seems to last forever, but in reality it's only just a few seconds.
"Duo... come on our transport is waiting."
With a last glance at those soulful eyes, Duo turns and follows G down the corridor. Reaching the door he turns for a last look surprised to see the boy staring with an intensity he did not understand. After a slight hesitation, a strong feeling of recognition and a flash of a half remembered dream he turns back to the door. With a sense of great loss Duo steps out the door.
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Authors notes: Wow! I'm finally done with chapter 3. This chapter and the next four will be reintroducing our Gundam Pilots and setting up what will be the conflict of the story. You will be seeing some new characters and some old ones start to appear now. The old characters (as they are from this reality) do not have memories from the cannon universe like the Gundam boys. Some of them will have similar personalities and some will have radically different ones. Well, I hope you like this chapter. I have to admit that this story has changed a lot from what I originally imagined, but I like it.
As always C&C is welcome.