The Different Side to Every Story
Hwoarang: I don't own Gundam WIng....crap
Feeling Supersonic: okay, i know a lot of people wrote these type of stories but I've had this idea written down on bits of paper so i finally decided to actaully write this. Oh yea, and to other people who did write these types, I don't mean to copy. So we're all fine and dandy. Oh, oh, one more thing: i know 'aniki' means older brother in Japanese, but my character's name is the MORPHED version of that, i mean no connection to that word and my characters name...there, so now you don't hafta reveiw to tell me. :)
Hwoarang: she also doesn't know the actual age Heero started training or how, so she's making that up too. And there may be some slight OOC for some of the characers (ie. Heero being too nice or thinks of materialistic things)
F.S: REVIEW! ...please?
~~~ten years ago~~~
For the two little shadows in the corner, the floor was hard, cold, and unwelcome.
But the older of the two thought to himself shelter is shelter, at least we're not stuck outside in the rain.
As if to confirm his thoughts, thunder and lightning clashed outside; throwing omnious noises and shadows throughout the mostly dark room. The whole place reminded the young boy of a jail cell. It made him wonder who in their right of mind would leave their newly adopted kids there; the whole placed creeped him out to no end. He was also slightly claustrophobic in the first place, this seemingly closed off area didn't really seem to help him at all.
"Aniki, how come we hafta stay in here? Doesn't our new daddy like us?"
The five year-old reflexively hugged his younger brother (by ten minutes) a little tighter. That man who came and picked them up didn't even seem to want them, he doubted that he would even care if they both ended up freezing in this minature hell hole.
"Don't worry, we'll be okay...it's not like there's no food or anything."
The youngster snorted, causing his older sibling to look down at him questioningly. His aniki's dark blues met his as he rolled he eyes at the petty little plate of rations across from where they were lying down. All it contained was an apple and two pieces of bread, hardly appropriate rations for two starving kids.
"How long do you think we have to stay here, aniki?"
"I don't know.." the older admitted, a little ashamed that he couldn't even properly take care of his younger brother.
Even at a young age, the sense of responsiblity weighed heavily upon the young boy, making him always trying to be as efficient as possible; placing priorities first, before himself, as a self-taught discipline.
"Just try to get some sleep for now, things'll be better in the morning, I'm sure."
Obediently, the little bundle of energy shifted and began to make himself as comfortable as possible before falling asleep.
Things will get better...at least, I hope they get better.
The boy's eyes began to close, sleep already diving closer upon it's ready prey. In a matter of seconds, deep sleep had claimed both small figures, sending them into a comfortable oblivion; leaving them completely unaware of the door sliding open and the silent figures coming in to carry the boy away. In the time of five minutes, the younger boy was left alone; still asleep in the corner, unaware that his beloved sibling was gone. One man continued to stand there, contemplating what to do with the extra child. Finally, he shrugged to himself and bent to gently pick the child up.
You never know, the man smiled ruefully to himself as he silently padded down the dim hall, bundle still asleep and unaware in his arms, you might need an assassin when things get too tough.
Cautiously, Dr.J took one more glance over his shoulder before jogging into his room. The organization might have gotten the older one, but this one was his to teach and raise for his own uses.
Well? What did you think? REVIEW!
Hwoarang: I don't own Gundam WIng....crap
Feeling Supersonic: okay, i know a lot of people wrote these type of stories but I've had this idea written down on bits of paper so i finally decided to actaully write this. Oh yea, and to other people who did write these types, I don't mean to copy. So we're all fine and dandy. Oh, oh, one more thing: i know 'aniki' means older brother in Japanese, but my character's name is the MORPHED version of that, i mean no connection to that word and my characters name...there, so now you don't hafta reveiw to tell me. :)
Hwoarang: she also doesn't know the actual age Heero started training or how, so she's making that up too. And there may be some slight OOC for some of the characers (ie. Heero being too nice or thinks of materialistic things)
F.S: REVIEW! ...please?
~~~ten years ago~~~
For the two little shadows in the corner, the floor was hard, cold, and unwelcome.
But the older of the two thought to himself shelter is shelter, at least we're not stuck outside in the rain.
As if to confirm his thoughts, thunder and lightning clashed outside; throwing omnious noises and shadows throughout the mostly dark room. The whole place reminded the young boy of a jail cell. It made him wonder who in their right of mind would leave their newly adopted kids there; the whole placed creeped him out to no end. He was also slightly claustrophobic in the first place, this seemingly closed off area didn't really seem to help him at all.
"Aniki, how come we hafta stay in here? Doesn't our new daddy like us?"
The five year-old reflexively hugged his younger brother (by ten minutes) a little tighter. That man who came and picked them up didn't even seem to want them, he doubted that he would even care if they both ended up freezing in this minature hell hole.
"Don't worry, we'll be okay...it's not like there's no food or anything."
The youngster snorted, causing his older sibling to look down at him questioningly. His aniki's dark blues met his as he rolled he eyes at the petty little plate of rations across from where they were lying down. All it contained was an apple and two pieces of bread, hardly appropriate rations for two starving kids.
"How long do you think we have to stay here, aniki?"
"I don't know.." the older admitted, a little ashamed that he couldn't even properly take care of his younger brother.
Even at a young age, the sense of responsiblity weighed heavily upon the young boy, making him always trying to be as efficient as possible; placing priorities first, before himself, as a self-taught discipline.
"Just try to get some sleep for now, things'll be better in the morning, I'm sure."
Obediently, the little bundle of energy shifted and began to make himself as comfortable as possible before falling asleep.
Things will get better...at least, I hope they get better.
The boy's eyes began to close, sleep already diving closer upon it's ready prey. In a matter of seconds, deep sleep had claimed both small figures, sending them into a comfortable oblivion; leaving them completely unaware of the door sliding open and the silent figures coming in to carry the boy away. In the time of five minutes, the younger boy was left alone; still asleep in the corner, unaware that his beloved sibling was gone. One man continued to stand there, contemplating what to do with the extra child. Finally, he shrugged to himself and bent to gently pick the child up.
You never know, the man smiled ruefully to himself as he silently padded down the dim hall, bundle still asleep and unaware in his arms, you might need an assassin when things get too tough.
Cautiously, Dr.J took one more glance over his shoulder before jogging into his room. The organization might have gotten the older one, but this one was his to teach and raise for his own uses.
Well? What did you think? REVIEW!