Disclaimer-I still dont ownn Gundam Wing or the characters, and also, I dont own WhiteWolf or the rights of the playbooks
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Time seemed to pass in endless rounds of silence as the pilots all gathered in the make-shift living room. The sky outside began to lighten, as the first rays of the man-made morning dawn began to light the colony. But, inside the house, the young Gundam Pilots felt the dark, opressive weight of their comrades secrets heavy in their hearts.
"Monster."
"Inhuman"
"Wyrm-tainted"
"Evil"
Came the opinions of Quatre, Heero, Trowa and Wufei, concerning their once close friend, Duo Maxwell. The braided pilot shrank back into the corner of the room, while his 'friends' chose their next victim, or...target. Trowa turned to his face towards the blonde Arabian, who sat close to his side. "Shifter?" he said quietly, and Quatre nodded, inching closer to the one who now, he knew, could understand his secret agony.
Chang Wufei turned to the small form of the once self-proclaimed Shinigami, with anger and disgust in his voice. "Your are of the Wyrm, evil, and souless." he stated, forcing his fae form from rising and destroying his righteous visage. "As if you are any better, you aren't human either!" Duo shot back venomously, tired of being thought of as evil.
"But we are not blood-drinking beasts." Trowa said, pulling the little blonde a bit closer to his side. Heero Yuy stayed very silent, a solid form leaning against the far wall. "We should be rational about this." he said after a long moment of contemplation, "First, what are we all?"
Quatre, surprisingly, was the first to speak, rising to his feet. "I am a Kitsune..." he said in his most democratic voice, in an attempt to keep his fear, and anxiety from rising to his throat att he betrayal he felt. "What?" Duo asked, raising an eyebrow, and which the little blonde sighed and explained, "A fox-shifter." Though Duo still looked faintly confused, as did Heero, Trowa was the next to speak. "And, I," he began in his usual calm, steady tone, "Am a Gurahl... a bear-shifter." The two looked at one another, as the emerald-eyed bear shifter, and the sapphire-eyed fox shifter said in unison, "And what are you?" All eyes turned to the Chinese warrior, who shook his head. "I cannot say." were the only words that left his mouth.
"We do NOT want him here any longer." Wufei said, speaking for himself, and the shifter-folk. "Me?" Duo asked, wide-eyed, to which they just nodded.
"Your right." Heero said reasonably, tearing the silence in half, before he continued, "None of us will be able to work together anymore, save maybe Trowa and Quatre, our secrets divide us too much."
The break of dawn found Heero Yuy, the Perfect Solider, leaving the colony in Wing Zero, where he was headed was anyone's guess. The young Mage had left only moments after their conversation, and verdict, were delivered. Wufei had left soon after, in Nataku, and the Sidhe fae blasted off in the opposite direction of his one-comrade. Duo had been forced, by the sunlight to remain at the safehouse, and so, that day he tried to sleep, until night fell, and he would once again leave his home colony. Quatre and Trowa, the shifter-folk, had left together, sharing their stories and expieriences with one another, so greatful for one that would truly understand their suffering, and those two had left in a shuttle headed for Earth, where their respective Gundams were being repaired.
Now, Duo tried to sleep, but was awoken from his near-slumber, by the ring of the vidphone. Tears of pure crimson blood were wiped hastily from his eyes as he answered it, and was met by the smug vision of Trieze Kushrenada. "Hello, Mr. Maxwell." he said with a nod, careful not to expose himself, or his intentions too soon. "Whattya want?" Duo said, his heart had been twisted in knots, and he was in no mood to deal with the conniving man. "Why, just to give you an invitation." Trieze said, toying with the red rose in his white-gloved hand. "An invitation to join with people....who understand your feelings." And with that, the honey-ginger haired man smiled, revealing a set of wickedly curved....
fangs.
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not great, I admit, but hey, Im trying, I hope you like it though, and I'll try to get more done as soon as I can
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Time seemed to pass in endless rounds of silence as the pilots all gathered in the make-shift living room. The sky outside began to lighten, as the first rays of the man-made morning dawn began to light the colony. But, inside the house, the young Gundam Pilots felt the dark, opressive weight of their comrades secrets heavy in their hearts.
"Monster."
"Inhuman"
"Wyrm-tainted"
"Evil"
Came the opinions of Quatre, Heero, Trowa and Wufei, concerning their once close friend, Duo Maxwell. The braided pilot shrank back into the corner of the room, while his 'friends' chose their next victim, or...target. Trowa turned to his face towards the blonde Arabian, who sat close to his side. "Shifter?" he said quietly, and Quatre nodded, inching closer to the one who now, he knew, could understand his secret agony.
Chang Wufei turned to the small form of the once self-proclaimed Shinigami, with anger and disgust in his voice. "Your are of the Wyrm, evil, and souless." he stated, forcing his fae form from rising and destroying his righteous visage. "As if you are any better, you aren't human either!" Duo shot back venomously, tired of being thought of as evil.
"But we are not blood-drinking beasts." Trowa said, pulling the little blonde a bit closer to his side. Heero Yuy stayed very silent, a solid form leaning against the far wall. "We should be rational about this." he said after a long moment of contemplation, "First, what are we all?"
Quatre, surprisingly, was the first to speak, rising to his feet. "I am a Kitsune..." he said in his most democratic voice, in an attempt to keep his fear, and anxiety from rising to his throat att he betrayal he felt. "What?" Duo asked, raising an eyebrow, and which the little blonde sighed and explained, "A fox-shifter." Though Duo still looked faintly confused, as did Heero, Trowa was the next to speak. "And, I," he began in his usual calm, steady tone, "Am a Gurahl... a bear-shifter." The two looked at one another, as the emerald-eyed bear shifter, and the sapphire-eyed fox shifter said in unison, "And what are you?" All eyes turned to the Chinese warrior, who shook his head. "I cannot say." were the only words that left his mouth.
"We do NOT want him here any longer." Wufei said, speaking for himself, and the shifter-folk. "Me?" Duo asked, wide-eyed, to which they just nodded.
"Your right." Heero said reasonably, tearing the silence in half, before he continued, "None of us will be able to work together anymore, save maybe Trowa and Quatre, our secrets divide us too much."
The break of dawn found Heero Yuy, the Perfect Solider, leaving the colony in Wing Zero, where he was headed was anyone's guess. The young Mage had left only moments after their conversation, and verdict, were delivered. Wufei had left soon after, in Nataku, and the Sidhe fae blasted off in the opposite direction of his one-comrade. Duo had been forced, by the sunlight to remain at the safehouse, and so, that day he tried to sleep, until night fell, and he would once again leave his home colony. Quatre and Trowa, the shifter-folk, had left together, sharing their stories and expieriences with one another, so greatful for one that would truly understand their suffering, and those two had left in a shuttle headed for Earth, where their respective Gundams were being repaired.
Now, Duo tried to sleep, but was awoken from his near-slumber, by the ring of the vidphone. Tears of pure crimson blood were wiped hastily from his eyes as he answered it, and was met by the smug vision of Trieze Kushrenada. "Hello, Mr. Maxwell." he said with a nod, careful not to expose himself, or his intentions too soon. "Whattya want?" Duo said, his heart had been twisted in knots, and he was in no mood to deal with the conniving man. "Why, just to give you an invitation." Trieze said, toying with the red rose in his white-gloved hand. "An invitation to join with people....who understand your feelings." And with that, the honey-ginger haired man smiled, revealing a set of wickedly curved....
fangs.
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not great, I admit, but hey, Im trying, I hope you like it though, and I'll try to get more done as soon as I can