A/N: Okie, this is my plot and I own it, but sadly, I don't own the other characters except me and the characters I made up…-_-; Oh well, this to my friends who inspired me to write this fanfic in the first place (even though they're both boys and I'm a girl).
A man and woman were running for their life at night. Two men with guns were chasing them. The couple headed towards an already bombed building. Now they were trapped. They couldn't go anywhere else. The woman held her baby for dear life. The men approached slowly with their guns in hand, ready to shoot. The woman got scared. "Please don't shoot us!"
"Yeah right," the two grunted, as they shot the woman and man. Both fell to the floor, but the baby was still alive, yet the men didn't notice it. They just walked away and left. Blood was coming out from both of their chests while the woman lost grip of her baby.
Then the baby fell out of her hands and hit its head. It started crying (notice how I say "it" all the time on that baby). An hour later, it was still crying but no one noticed, except a small 6 year old that happened to be walking around. He had brown hair, and looked serious. "Look! I found someone!" he said, pointing to the baby.
A man rushed to where he was. "Who is it?"
"A baby girl."
"We should take it," the man said as he picked her up.
"But she's a GIRL!!! She won't be useful as a soldier!"
"Then we'll train her to be one. Don't tell me there's anything wrong with that, Heero." He now started to examine the girl. Weight and all. "Well, she seems to be only a few months old. We'll name it Charlene."
"Nice name."
Charlene all of a sudden stopped crying to look at Heero, and then she looked at the man who was holding her. She then fell asleep in his arms.
"She looks like she was just born. What day do you think she was born?"
"Probably around December," the man responded. It was a little easy for him to guess since it was January.
"How 'bout December 15? 15 is a good number."
"Hmm…Ok. Her birthday is now December 15."
3 Years Later…
"Ok, girl, start your training!" yelled the instructor, Kenji.
Charlene tried to shoot every dummy around as fast as she could, but her aiming was so bad, she ran out of bullets before she could even shoot one.
"You're too slow. Even Heero could do that blindfolded when he was 3!" He slapped the side of her face. "Take a break, weak one." Then he left.
She just stood there, trying not to cry from all the pain she got.
Heero saw the whole thing but didn't help her. "You're too weak. How are we supposed to be a perfect soldier for the wars coming up? I should've left you with your dead parents, but no, I didn't."
An orphan? Is that all she ever was She was really an orphan? Tears entered her eyes. She ran off quietly to think for a while. She finally went to a park and found a tree. She sat next to it, and started crying. "Is that all I ever am? Is that it? An Orphan? No matter how hard I try to make them happy, it seems like I can't at all!" she said to herself as she cried louder.
A small boy actually noticed what she said. The 4-year-old boy went up to her. "Are you ok?"
"What do you think?" she asked him, pointing to the red mark on her face Kenji made. She sniffed as she buried her head in her hands and cried more.
"It's ok." He patted her back, and sat next to her. "I get hurt more."
"You don't understand, though. I'm going through a lot more than you think."
"Huh?" He didn't quite understand this.
"I'm not allowed to explain it to you."
"Oh."
"I have to go before Kenji and Heero get really mad."
And with that, she left.
Wow, this is probably the shortest chapter I ever typed up in my life!