Okies heres a new story! ::crowd:: YEA!! But I alone cannot take credit for it, mah friend Ikasu and I wrote it ^_^ We both thought it up and we both take turns writing each chappy...I wrote chapter 1 and she wrote 2 ect. So like dun think I wrote this masterpiece all bah mah self! Well thankies and please review ^^
Enjoy the story!!
(sidenote: I dunt own Gundam wing and the story and junk, but I do however own Kawa, Hanami, and Ikasu. Well not totally...but they are me and my friends making so dun take them. Arigatou :) )
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Deep in a vast forest a young girl no more than five years old ran for her life. Three men followed her in pursuit trying to keep up with the escaping five year old. The girl ran on as hard as she could hurdling logs, and flipping over lakes and streams. She may have been young but she was fully trained in martial arts and acrobatics. The men clumsily followed the frisky girl sloshing through the rivers and creeks while she flipped over and landed ever so neatly on the other side and then taking off again. As she ran on the girl looked back over her shoulder, the men had stopped following her and she could rest. She halted for a brief second and her bright blue oculars took in her surroundings. She stood in a clearing in the middle of the vast forest she had just sprinted through. She knew the clearing and this forest well for she had often come to it for training. As she was about to sit her ears picked up movement to the left of her, she turned to the direction of the sound and looked around warily. Then at the precise moment she jumped straight up and grabbed onto the branch of tree above her. Just as she left the ground the three men had dived in to catch her and had collided with each other. The girl grinned a bit evilly and vaulted from the tree she stood in to the tree next to it and removed a gun from inside her blue jeans.
"State your business with me." The little girl said pointing the gun down at the three men.
"We've come to take you to a foster home Ms. Ikasu." One of the men said standing his arms raised in the air.
"Why?"
"Because your grandfather isn't fit to take care of you anymore and you need someone to care for you."
"I don't need anyone. I can live on my own."
"Ms. Ikasu, please understand. You're only five years old."
"That's old enough." The cocky five year old replied.
"Five is not old enough! You're just a child! Now put down that gun and please come with us."
"How about no?" the girl grinned.
"I'll take it from here." A voice said coming from the far edge of the clearing.
The arguing party looked to the direction of the voice and was surprised to see a man wearing peculiar glasses and his left hand was a metal tripod looking contraption.
"I'll take the girl gentlemen." The man said.
"But sir we can't give a young girl like Ikasu to you. You're a complete stranger."
"Yes so I am. So let me introduce myself. I am Dr. J and I am currently fostering a young boy named Heero Yuy."
"That's nice sir, but how does that qualify you as a good parent? We haven't seen this "Heero Yuy"."
Dr. J moved to the side and a small boy about the same age as Ikasu stepped forward. His dark blue eyes shifted to Ikasu up in the tree not far from where he stood with his foster father. Ikasu blinked, why was this boy staring at her so strangely? She frowned and twirled her gun around her finger and placed it back in her blue jeans.
"This is Heero." The doctor said gesturing to the boy.
The small boy's expression never changed and he didn't seem shy at all. His wavy brown hair, and green tank moved a bit as a slight breeze whipped through the treetops and into the clearing. His brown sneakers were caked with mud, and his tight black shorts were a little torn, but no other cuts or injuries were noticed.
The three men looked to the boy and the one who seemed to speak for them all replied.
"I'm sorry sir but we still cannot let you take Ikasu."
"That's really to bad." The doctor sighed. "Right Heero?"
Heero's eyes shifted from the talking social worker to his foster father, and he nodded. Then with a blink of an eye he ran to the three men and knocked them all flat with a single blow to each of their necks.
Ikasu watched the amazing young boy her eyes wide, but then she crossed her arms and believed that she could much better. No boy was better than she could ever be.
"Alright lets go Ikasu and Heero." The Doctor said.
Ikasu looked to the man and said. "What makes you think I'm coming with you?" she said.
"Well unless you want to stay in the forest all by yourself at night and have no food, water, or shelter."
"I can find anything I want in this forest. I don't need any assistance."
"My you sure do use large words for a five yearold." The doctor chuckled.
"What's so funny about it?"
"Most your age don't even know what assistance means."
"Weaklings." She said.
"Well come along Heero. We have to get back to continue your training."
Heero nodded and started to walk after Dr. J.
"Wait! Did you say training?" Ikasu asked flipping from the tree she stood in.
The doctor grinned to himself briefly before turning around.
"Yes I did."
"What kind of training?" Ikasu asked walking toward him.
"Ms. Ikasu have you ever considered being a pilot?"
"No. But it sounds fun." She said smiling. "I guess I'll come along."
The doctor smiled and nodded. "Alright then lets go."
Ikasu smiled and walked along side Heero. The boy didn't seem to talk much. All he did was nod or shake his head. It annoyed Ikasu quite a bit, but she found that she liked the young boy's company, in an odd sort of way.