Here's chapter one, I hope you like it! And! I also hope you
guy don't kill with what I've done to the character(s) this is based
on. Anyway, enjoy the read!
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She sat on the cold, stone bench. The park vacant of any other
people as far a she could tell. I'm finally home, she thought to
herself. The years after her scout days had been tough. She had come
to the conclusion that being normal was much more difficult. Three
years prior she had been diagnosed the life long disease, robbing her
of little time as a youth she had left. It was hard, but now, the
toughest part was over. The disease was terminal, but it was in
remission now. Her life could finally begin again. Over those
horrible years, overly dramatic ordeals, and intesne medication, she
had changed. Her complextion became pale, and her hair limp, and the
strength of her body was not spared either. Still, outlines could be
seen of muscles that hadn't been used in years. Yet, as hard as
things were, and they were hard, only two things kept her going, the
memories she was able stir up, and the ondango haired girl who put her
life on hold so a stranger with no care for her would not have to come
and live with her. Nurse Usagi, she smiled to herself at the thought.
The meat-ball headed girl's voice still rang in her head,"Why would
anyone want to move to the colonies?!" She remembered how her
moon-faced friend had cried when she had gone away, and still, months
after her move, the phone still rang once again, the blond girl's
squeaky voice waiting on the other end of the line. She thought more
about those years. After all that time in bed, she had got to reading,
and her mannerism began to change. Much like her medical school bound
friend she had become. Always the brains of the operation, she
thought.
Always on this day, she sighed. A loss as great as her parents.
She thought about something she told her teammates once,"My parents
died in a plane crash." her voice echoed. Well, it wasn't exactly a
lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either. Her parents had died in
a shuttle explosion, the shuttle had been sabotaged. She sighed
again. It was on it's way back to the colony, where she and her
parents spent their days so happily. L1. Her world shattered when
they died. Going to live in an orphanage was terrible. All her
belongings became "public" property. She smiled at the thought of the
boy, with the peircing saphire eyes, and shaggy brown hair. Her
protecter. He always protected her, she thought. This was the day
she designated for him, aswell, it was the day the soldiers came. The
day OZ took away her life for the second time. The military did it
still. They would pluck innocent children from random orphanages, and
train them to be a killing machine. Today, eight years ago, was the
day she was stolen away from the stoic boy, her guardian. Hard as they
tried, OZ couldn't break her spirit. After much time, and many
failures with her, the abandon her on Earth. She hadn't seen him
since. With the skills she had aquirred from Oz she did her best to
keep a track record of him. Even at age ten, she was one of the best
hackers around. He became a gundam not to long after she had been
taken, she knew that much, and she knew why,"I promise." the childish
voice blew throught her mind like an icy breeze, causing her to
shutter. She rose, and began her journey home. "Heero." she
whispered. It was over now. After his battle with Mariameia, the was
neither hide, nor hair of him. "Rest in peace."
A block away from her small apartment, she stopped. Letting
her fingers graze over the words etched onto the sign that lay rest on
the thick, cobblestone wall. "Light of the World, L1 Colony Orphanage."
she spoke softly. She pusshed open the iron gate, prtecting the
institute, and walked to thinside of the wall. There, was the
handprint of every child to ever reside in this god forsaken place.
She placed her hand over a tiny read splotch. She had grown since
last her hand lay there. The small hands and stubby fingers had grown
in to a feminine, delicate hand, with long, elegant apendages. She
looked at the word underneath the tiny handprint. Makoto. Her name.
With a heavy sigh, she left the wall to it's own and closed the heavy
gate behind her as she left. Once again, she stood, gazing at it in
wonder. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure. She could
tell it was watching her. She turned towards it, her hair bouncing in
the momentum,"Are you waiting for me to leave?"
"No." The answer was simple, the voice deep and serious. She did not
care to persue that matter any longer. She was long since past her,
"He's dreamy," and,"He looks just like my old boyfriend," days. She
smiled at how silly she used to be. Again, she looked to the shadow.
It stared back at her with fierce eyes.
"Have a good day sir." She bowed curtly, and went on her way.
After settleing into her apartment, and listening to the
countless messages left by Usagi on her answering machine, her mind
drifted back to the strange meeting. It was though, so, she dismissed
the thought. Slowly but surely, she snuggled into her bed, falling
quickly to sleep.
The boy stood outside her window, awaiting it to go dark. A
sign she was safe for the night. Gingerly, he turned to leave. "I
kept my end of the bargain." he whispered, to know one imparticular,
"Maybe, someday, I'll let you know you need to keep up yours." With a
heavy sigh, her headed back to the shack of an apartment, dreading what
await him when he got there. He let old memories wash though out his
mind as to calm his nerves for the walk home.
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You want more? Let me know. 5 revies is my next goal for the
next chapter to be issued. I would really apreciate the courtesy.
Anyway, thanks for reading! And please chck out my sister's story,
Scream of Nothing(X-men Evo.).
