Disclaimer: Sadly, Gundam Wing does not belong to me but don't worry I'll
cope. I hope.
Enjoy.
Angelicus Daemon
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katsumi
"Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated."
George Bernard Shaw
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*I don't remember. I have no recollection of my early years. I often wonder if those memories would have affected my life, but it's too late for regrets. I try to live for the moment. It's not worth trying to fix the past. The past should remain in the past. After all, I'm just an expendable soldier. I remember the few bright years of my life. Before I was bent on revenge. Maybe, just maybe, someone would care; someone, someone might love me, the real me.*
She sat there crouching behind a metal crate. She looked to be no older than 15 wearing a skintight cat-suit that was colored black and navy, so that she blended into the shadows like a shadow herself. She had hair the color of dark hay and eyes the color of the sky on a starless night. Eyes that were emotionless, devoid of any hint to what she was thinking. She called herself the Fallen Angel. She was like an angel who had fallen, who could not get back up no matter how hard she tried.
On an adjacent ship a boy pointed a gun, a gun at another and fired. Then he fired again. A girl screamed and the shadow angel made her move. Without intention to injure, the shadow fired her gun. With perfect aim she quickly shot the gun out of the standing boy's hand and then shot the gun lying on the ground of the edge of the ship. She then gracefully flipped trough the air slicing it like a knife and landed in a cat position in front of the girl.
"Monica?"
The shadow's golden head jerked up quickly catching the glance of the other girl and flashed a quick smile. The other girl, who had a lighter shade of blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, noticed the smile and grinned back. Her name was Relena, and she had the air of cultured person. The shadow angel who had been addressed as Monica quickly stood up and brushed herself off as Relena suddenly remembered the wounded boy and rushed over to him.
"Heero! Daijoubu?"
Heero looked to be about 15 years old. He wore a pair of tight black spandex shorts and an army green tank. He had brown hair that looked moss green in certain lights. His eyes were an angry, scowling Prussian blue. He glared at Relena as she gingerly bandaged his two wounds.
"Who the hell are you?"
Monica spun around to the boy who had addressed her. Her eyes lit up with recognition as she saw his face and his unusual attire. He seemed to be the same age as Heero. The boy's chestnut hair was pulled back into a long braid that had gotten him mistaken for a girl once or twice. His violet eyes gazed warily at her.
"Me? Well I'm just your average terrorist."
"That's nice. Why did you shoot me?" the boy questioned.
"If I had intended to actually hit you I wouldn't have just hit the gun. I would have hit your head . Duo." Monica responded with a smirk.
"How did you know my name?" Duo asked flabbergasted.
Monica just grinned like the Cheshire Cat and chose to exercise her Fifth Amendment rights. Duo shook his had wearily. Monica heard a rustling noise to her left and turned around with a gun in hand. Before anybody had time to react an OZ soldier flung himself from behind a crate and pointed a gun at Duo. The shadow angel quickly pushed Duo out of the way before the bullet had a chance to hit home. Unfortunately, the bullet grazed her arm but she didn't feel the sharp stinging pain. The wound wasn't anything serious but the man who fired wasn't so lucky. While down she had shot her gun and the bullet buried itself straight in his heart.
During all the confusion, Duo's watch had started beeping insistently.
"I guess it coming up earlier than I expected." Duo commented mainly to himself.
The braided boy held up a penlight in an attempt to cover up two large objects emerging from the ocean. Relena had to cover her eyes, but Heero and Monica were only momentarily dazed.
"What is that?" Relena gasped.
"Wing?!?"
"It's a gundam, no two gundams!" the angel murmured.
"Ladies, you may have your reasons for being here, but just walk away!" Duo stated.
"Deathscythe.Wing." Monica whispered to herself, "two of the five."
"I can't let you have that!" Heero shouted as he flung himself onto three suspended torpedoes. He slammed his fist onto a miniature keyboard on top of the torpedoes. And he was off, hurtling threw the air. Plop. And he was now flying through sea heading straight toward the Gundams. Kaboom! Houston we have contact.
The torpedoes made contact with the Gundams and sent Heero flying threw the air and the Gundams back into the sea.
"Nooo! Shit, that guy must have been that other mobile suits pilot. He knew Gundanium alloy's impact tolerance." Duo cursed.
The shadow quietly slipped back into the shadows from which she came. With a quick jump, she quietly dove into the sea with a smile on her lips and one word in her mind. "Duo."
A splash drew Duo's attention from the body floating in the ocean to the quickly disappearing body of the angel. Who is she? Why did she save me? How did she know my name? Why is she leaving? Why, why does she look so familiar? These were the thoughts echoing throughout the braided pilot's head. As he stared at the ripples which were quickly fading; the ripples that were the only evidence that she had been there, that she even existed.
A girl in a blue dress that matched her eyes, eyes that were wide from the scenes that she had just witnessed. She heard the splash but it did not hold any consequence to her. She knew that the girl in black and blue would leave. Monica, after all, never did stay in one place for very long.
And the body of a boy lay face down in the ocean as the tide lapped at him, as the sirens began to ring.
On an opposite side of the world in a desert, a young man fought along side his protectors for what they believed in. His sandy colored hair swayed in the breeze as his teal eyes glistened with tears over the actions he had just committed, as necessary as they may have been. And the hot desert sand blew across the fallen soldiers quickly eliminating the proof of their existence.
In a battleground, a lone soldier fights against the odds. His emotionless green eyes stare straight through the enemy's lines. He continues to stare even after they are all destroyed, only thinking about his mission. He is the silent soldier. The fallen mobile suits lie on the ground as proof of his victory.
A motionless warrior stands next to a mobile suit. His glimmering black eyes, a restless as the river he is across from, survey his work. Across the river, an inferno rages, sending many soldiers to Hell that night. His honorable nature condemns it; while his lust for revenge crows in triumph. An inferno as great as the one across the river burns also in his soul.
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Enjoy.
Angelicus Daemon
-----------------------
katsumi
"Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated."
George Bernard Shaw
_________________________________________________________________
*I don't remember. I have no recollection of my early years. I often wonder if those memories would have affected my life, but it's too late for regrets. I try to live for the moment. It's not worth trying to fix the past. The past should remain in the past. After all, I'm just an expendable soldier. I remember the few bright years of my life. Before I was bent on revenge. Maybe, just maybe, someone would care; someone, someone might love me, the real me.*
She sat there crouching behind a metal crate. She looked to be no older than 15 wearing a skintight cat-suit that was colored black and navy, so that she blended into the shadows like a shadow herself. She had hair the color of dark hay and eyes the color of the sky on a starless night. Eyes that were emotionless, devoid of any hint to what she was thinking. She called herself the Fallen Angel. She was like an angel who had fallen, who could not get back up no matter how hard she tried.
On an adjacent ship a boy pointed a gun, a gun at another and fired. Then he fired again. A girl screamed and the shadow angel made her move. Without intention to injure, the shadow fired her gun. With perfect aim she quickly shot the gun out of the standing boy's hand and then shot the gun lying on the ground of the edge of the ship. She then gracefully flipped trough the air slicing it like a knife and landed in a cat position in front of the girl.
"Monica?"
The shadow's golden head jerked up quickly catching the glance of the other girl and flashed a quick smile. The other girl, who had a lighter shade of blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, noticed the smile and grinned back. Her name was Relena, and she had the air of cultured person. The shadow angel who had been addressed as Monica quickly stood up and brushed herself off as Relena suddenly remembered the wounded boy and rushed over to him.
"Heero! Daijoubu?"
Heero looked to be about 15 years old. He wore a pair of tight black spandex shorts and an army green tank. He had brown hair that looked moss green in certain lights. His eyes were an angry, scowling Prussian blue. He glared at Relena as she gingerly bandaged his two wounds.
"Who the hell are you?"
Monica spun around to the boy who had addressed her. Her eyes lit up with recognition as she saw his face and his unusual attire. He seemed to be the same age as Heero. The boy's chestnut hair was pulled back into a long braid that had gotten him mistaken for a girl once or twice. His violet eyes gazed warily at her.
"Me? Well I'm just your average terrorist."
"That's nice. Why did you shoot me?" the boy questioned.
"If I had intended to actually hit you I wouldn't have just hit the gun. I would have hit your head . Duo." Monica responded with a smirk.
"How did you know my name?" Duo asked flabbergasted.
Monica just grinned like the Cheshire Cat and chose to exercise her Fifth Amendment rights. Duo shook his had wearily. Monica heard a rustling noise to her left and turned around with a gun in hand. Before anybody had time to react an OZ soldier flung himself from behind a crate and pointed a gun at Duo. The shadow angel quickly pushed Duo out of the way before the bullet had a chance to hit home. Unfortunately, the bullet grazed her arm but she didn't feel the sharp stinging pain. The wound wasn't anything serious but the man who fired wasn't so lucky. While down she had shot her gun and the bullet buried itself straight in his heart.
During all the confusion, Duo's watch had started beeping insistently.
"I guess it coming up earlier than I expected." Duo commented mainly to himself.
The braided boy held up a penlight in an attempt to cover up two large objects emerging from the ocean. Relena had to cover her eyes, but Heero and Monica were only momentarily dazed.
"What is that?" Relena gasped.
"Wing?!?"
"It's a gundam, no two gundams!" the angel murmured.
"Ladies, you may have your reasons for being here, but just walk away!" Duo stated.
"Deathscythe.Wing." Monica whispered to herself, "two of the five."
"I can't let you have that!" Heero shouted as he flung himself onto three suspended torpedoes. He slammed his fist onto a miniature keyboard on top of the torpedoes. And he was off, hurtling threw the air. Plop. And he was now flying through sea heading straight toward the Gundams. Kaboom! Houston we have contact.
The torpedoes made contact with the Gundams and sent Heero flying threw the air and the Gundams back into the sea.
"Nooo! Shit, that guy must have been that other mobile suits pilot. He knew Gundanium alloy's impact tolerance." Duo cursed.
The shadow quietly slipped back into the shadows from which she came. With a quick jump, she quietly dove into the sea with a smile on her lips and one word in her mind. "Duo."
A splash drew Duo's attention from the body floating in the ocean to the quickly disappearing body of the angel. Who is she? Why did she save me? How did she know my name? Why is she leaving? Why, why does she look so familiar? These were the thoughts echoing throughout the braided pilot's head. As he stared at the ripples which were quickly fading; the ripples that were the only evidence that she had been there, that she even existed.
A girl in a blue dress that matched her eyes, eyes that were wide from the scenes that she had just witnessed. She heard the splash but it did not hold any consequence to her. She knew that the girl in black and blue would leave. Monica, after all, never did stay in one place for very long.
And the body of a boy lay face down in the ocean as the tide lapped at him, as the sirens began to ring.
On an opposite side of the world in a desert, a young man fought along side his protectors for what they believed in. His sandy colored hair swayed in the breeze as his teal eyes glistened with tears over the actions he had just committed, as necessary as they may have been. And the hot desert sand blew across the fallen soldiers quickly eliminating the proof of their existence.
In a battleground, a lone soldier fights against the odds. His emotionless green eyes stare straight through the enemy's lines. He continues to stare even after they are all destroyed, only thinking about his mission. He is the silent soldier. The fallen mobile suits lie on the ground as proof of his victory.
A motionless warrior stands next to a mobile suit. His glimmering black eyes, a restless as the river he is across from, survey his work. Across the river, an inferno rages, sending many soldiers to Hell that night. His honorable nature condemns it; while his lust for revenge crows in triumph. An inferno as great as the one across the river burns also in his soul.
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