Flying
Flying
They're all dead. All of them. He was the last one left. Disease and battle. Who would've thought that after so much they would be killed now, after surviving so much.
Trowa walked into the empty circus, looking up at the remnants of the brightly coloured tent. Flags fluttered and the trapeze swung in the gentle breeze. The young man walked among the memories, his hand drifting over the familiar items. The benches, the rail that surrounded the ring, the board where he faced death so many times. He lingered there, staring at the charred wood, graceful fingers moving across its surface feeling the places where the daggers had pierced it. Cathy… his only family. She to had died. The rebels were trying to exterminate all the former pilots. They had attacked the circus in an effort to get at him.
He began to climb the ladder up the centre support, the one that led to the very top of the tent. One step then another. So much had happened in his life…and so little of it was happy. His mind rebelled against remembering his childhood. Too much pain and fear; that was all he could remember of that time, that and a few random flashes of memory.
"C'mon Nanashi…" a leering voice
"Worthless bastard" pain and anger
"Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about" blinding agony
He climbed another few feet.
He was fighting in that mercenary army so long ago.
"They were the ones who raised you." He heard the captains' voice and his own answering "But they betrayed us."
Then later his dead emotionless voice trying to hide the fear inside;
"I have no regrets. I kill the enemy I see before me. I'm only practicing what they taught me."
That girl Midii was speaking "How long do you plan to wear that mask that never cries?" And he was answering "For as long as I manage to live..."
He hadn't let it slip yet
"Nanashi…"
"That's not me. I have a name. I am...a traveler who's looking for a home to return to."
Again
One by one he saw them all fall. Wufei of disease, Duo was killed in a car accident. Quatre and Relena were both killed in a terrorist bombing, the same group that had attacked the circus. Heero had gone on a kamakazi raid not long after Relena died, destroying the rebels' base, but not before they managed one last strike. The one that had killed Cathy…
People were screaming as the bombs went off. He was running to get to Cathy. He was too late the saw the flash, heard the roar, and the screams. He could feel the heat of the fire surrounding him, it was almost unbearable. Then his world went black.
Finally he reached the top. He stood balanced precariously at the top of the pole.
He heard Heero's voice in his mind "Dying hurts like Hell…" But could living hurt more? 'Yes' he answered himself. You only feel the pain of death once.
He closed his eyes on the wreckage of his only home. Trying to forget the sight of the burnt wood and missing walls, trying to forget the smells of fire and burning flesh. Trying to forget the sounds of the screams…
Then once again he could hear the happy shrieks of the children, their laughter and smiles echoed through his mind. He spread his arms, as if acknowledging the applause of the people. One last moment where he was truly happy.
Without opening his eyes he leaned foreword. Arms spread wide, he descended into nothingness
And for a moment … he flew.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing
Authors Notes: I was really irritated when I wrote this...and when i'm mad, someone dies. Please Review! Let me know what you think please
I haven't managed to perfect long distance mind reading yet so you'll have to tell me the old fasioned way by reviewing here
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They're all dead. All of them. He was the last one left. Disease and battle. Who would've thought that after so much they would be killed now, after surviving so much.
Trowa walked into the empty circus, looking up at the remnants of the brightly coloured tent. Flags fluttered and the trapeze swung in the gentle breeze. The young man walked among the memories, his hand drifting over the familiar items. The benches, the rail that surrounded the ring, the board where he faced death so many times. He lingered there, staring at the charred wood, graceful fingers moving across its surface feeling the places where the daggers had pierced it. Cathy… his only family. She to had died. The rebels were trying to exterminate all the former pilots. They had attacked the circus in an effort to get at him.
He began to climb the ladder up the centre support, the one that led to the very top of the tent. One step then another. So much had happened in his life…and so little of it was happy. His mind rebelled against remembering his childhood. Too much pain and fear; that was all he could remember of that time, that and a few random flashes of memory.
"C'mon Nanashi…" a leering voice
"Worthless bastard" pain and anger
"Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about" blinding agony
He climbed another few feet.
He was fighting in that mercenary army so long ago.
"They were the ones who raised you." He heard the captains' voice and his own answering "But they betrayed us."
Then later his dead emotionless voice trying to hide the fear inside;
"I have no regrets. I kill the enemy I see before me. I'm only practicing what they taught me."
That girl Midii was speaking "How long do you plan to wear that mask that never cries?" And he was answering "For as long as I manage to live..."
He hadn't let it slip yet
"Nanashi…"
"That's not me. I have a name. I am...a traveler who's looking for a home to return to."
Again
One by one he saw them all fall. Wufei of disease, Duo was killed in a car accident. Quatre and Relena were both killed in a terrorist bombing, the same group that had attacked the circus. Heero had gone on a kamakazi raid not long after Relena died, destroying the rebels' base, but not before they managed one last strike. The one that had killed Cathy…
People were screaming as the bombs went off. He was running to get to Cathy. He was too late the saw the flash, heard the roar, and the screams. He could feel the heat of the fire surrounding him, it was almost unbearable. Then his world went black.
Finally he reached the top. He stood balanced precariously at the top of the pole.
He heard Heero's voice in his mind "Dying hurts like Hell…" But could living hurt more? 'Yes' he answered himself. You only feel the pain of death once.
He closed his eyes on the wreckage of his only home. Trying to forget the sight of the burnt wood and missing walls, trying to forget the smells of fire and burning flesh. Trying to forget the sounds of the screams…
Then once again he could hear the happy shrieks of the children, their laughter and smiles echoed through his mind. He spread his arms, as if acknowledging the applause of the people. One last moment where he was truly happy.
Without opening his eyes he leaned foreword. Arms spread wide, he descended into nothingness
And for a moment … he flew.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing
Authors Notes: I was really irritated when I wrote this...and when i'm mad, someone dies. Please Review! Let me know what you think please
I haven't managed to perfect long distance mind reading yet so you'll have to tell me the old fasioned way by reviewing here
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