Chapter2

Disclaimer: Sorry I don't own any of the characters of Gundam Wing, except the emotional turmoil I like putting in my stories. I'm evil I know;o)

Just a quick note, I didn't upload in a while because of college issues, I HATE COLLEGE! I passed my finals at least I got them out of the way.

Just so that you all know and wont flame me this is a journal entry; it sounded good when I thought of it.

I also didn't have anyone edit this so if there are any mistakes please tell me, I tried to edit the Prologue and Chapter 1 but it wouldn't let me so I'll see if I can try again it later. Enjoy!!!

Can I be replaced?

Chapter 2

By BrokenWing81

Rated R and NC-17

There is no other way of explaining them but of the way I see them, pure perfect light blue sky accented by matching cotton candy fluffy white clouds swirling around making simple pleasurable sights to delight the watcher with awe. This is how life should be, correction this is how my life should be, I should be out there in the world wearing skintight dresses. Jeans I can barely breath in, tanks to show off what Mother Nature and genetics greatly bestrode upon me, midriffs that will make boys drool and girls hate me with green envy. I should be reading girl power books and romance novels for ideas. Magazines on beauty, health, fitness, and the proper why to making out with a guy in a back seat of a car and not worrying if an assassin is coming to do something of every moment of my damn life. For crying out loud I should have at least one boyfriend in my lifetime! But I'm only left with the burden of ruling an entire world, when it should have just been a small kingdom by my birthright. A world where no one sees me for me, a symbol placed on a pedestal to look at and to follow her example, but answer me this, whom do I follow? Who do I go to for advice, for true sympathy when needed? No one, that's who.

I'm only sixteen, no more than a child in the heart of the world. Yet through their eyes they see me as who I am, a child with a mission, a mission of total pacifism. I'm left ruling a world all my lonesome, a queen yet no king to love, no one at my side, of course I have friends but it's not what I want, not anymore. I once had this dream of wanting my love by my side but as time wore on I realized it was a schoolgirls crush created out of my own uncertainty and depressed state of mind, needing something to live towards too.

But it was him! I met him years ago, boy wasn't it an interesting meeting. I didn't realize who he was all I knew was that in a blaze of glory a shooting start lighted the night sky and landed on the beach close to my home on earth. Out of my own curiosity i ran to see this star, to maybe even possibly touch it. I wasn't expecting to meet anyone let alone him, the perfect soldier, a little boy lost, a child of war, one out of only five perfect for the colonies to use against Oz. Oz an evil secret organization that was bent on controlling all within it's path. Oz it's self was control by the Romefeller foundation, European aristocrats that had hoped to become a global power, having the colonies depend on them only.

But they are either gone or left in ruins desperate to rebuild what is now lost. Earth and the colonies left to cleanse the memories of war and bloodshed from their minds. Peace is what was needed in time of war, not years after the last confrontation.

I, being the soul survivor of Peacecraft monarchy, it's legacy forever my undoing. Those that do not want peace will stop at nothing till I'm gone. But not just out of sight but out of mind as well, never remembering what's her name! My death will not bring what my enemies want, what they desire except an unexpected incredible battle debating who will rule a dead thing. A dead Earth, rivers of blood and bone, ruined lands of nations never wanting to join in a fight that was none of their right to fight in but yet they were sacrificed. Blood has no beginning or an end in this world or any other for that matter, just as timeless as war itself. My death will be just that a death like those that have come before me I will die as someone who tried and failed to help the world and it's problems. My hands will forever be rid of their own evil doings.

I'm tired and weak but I can't sleep, if I sleep I dream a thousand dreams in one. I dream of laughter, of children, of lovers, and haters, I dream of families, of different nameless faces. Different lives from one another yet all having the same outcome, that of blood, of screams of their merciless deaths, no longer innocent, becoming unpure lost to those that only worship not of God but of themselves. If we want to see the devil all we have to do is just look into the mirror, we are the greatest contradiction of both light and dark all though many would disagree I am the purest of them all, it's just a front, in other words a simple lie. My own dark side is winning, he's winning and I can't stop him, I fight him I truly do but I can't win this battle, not in a long shot! This particular battle has been going on for a very, very long time. I absolutely don't know if it has a beginning but I doubt it has an end, forever repeating it's cycle. Mariemaia was right of one thing after all!

All this lost to those that only want war, destruction, greed, and power to rule the world without a second thought of the consequences. I myself can not comprehend what goes thought their minds, but if I try I'm frightened of what I will see or what I my eventually become there after.

Footsteps, I hear footsteps approaching, soft and persistent steps. Ahhh… the great one comes this way. Probably coming to tell me to "come in", "I shouldn't be alone out here", or better yet his famous "don't be a child Relena", "act your age", or even better "I don't care what happens to you out here it's your own damn fault to begin with". I should go; I don't want him to read what I have already written to you, don't worry I'll write again soon when I get a little private time to my self. You are my friend dear journal, never judging, always listening to my sense of logic in a world gone mad. Thank you always.

R.P

Just as the last initial was placed upon the private writings of the young girl, a shadow loomed overhead. "Relena what are you doing out here?"

Ok now can everyone see the box below please review it bring up my self confidence as well as making me feel good about the abilities that both my high school guidance councilor said that I lacked and the knowledge that I am better than my English teachers. Remember I read your stories too! I would like to have at least 5 reviews to continue. I also would like time in actually writing this because this is a work in progress; the third chapter will be out soon so please don't worry. Anything else just ask!