Wings of a Broken Heart
*Musume runs onto the stage, followed by the G-boys*
Musume: Hey! Next chapter of 'Wings of a Broken Heart'.
Wufei: Onna!!!! They don't care about you. The fan fic is about us!!!!
Musume: *is psycho. Voice goes calm* Wufei, I am going to put you through pain in this story. See
If I don't.
Wufei: What can you do onna?
Musume: Just ask Hee-chan. He didn't like his nickname. Hee-chan,
Heero: *shiver* just. Do. What. She. Says. Wufei. BELIEVE ME!!!!!!!! She is evil!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs
Around in circles*
Musume: Oh Heero!!! I love you too!!!!!!!! *glomps him*
Heero: O Meo Korosu!
Musume: *pulls out gun from……somewhere(don't think too closely about it folks) Like hell you will!!!!!!
Quatre: *sweatdrop* um…..on with the fic?
Trowa: good Idea. She creeps me out.
Duo: I dunno. I kinda like her. She's interesting.
Musume: I love you too duo…and I love……..RYOGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*and p-chan, my obsession*
Trowa: She doesn't own gundam wing.
Quatre: She does own Tenshi/Nanashi
Wufei: *being chased by a chair-wielding Musume* She's insane!!!!!!!!!!!!
Musume: *Stops* I'm not suffering from insanity…I'm enjoying every minute of it *laughs manically*
Duo: riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. On with the fic!!!!!!!!!
Trowa had woken up early that day. He had never been able to sleep past dawn. He had started making Duo's favorite, Sunny-side up eggs, with Tabasco sauce. He had the window open. It smelled like ozone. Maybe it had rained last night. He had to be quiet. Wufei, whose room was on the bottom floor, near the kitchen, was a light sleeper, and was NOT a morning person.
A creak in the floorboards brought him out of his daydream about the circus. He turned around. He was ready to apologize to Wufei, when he stopped short.
A girl stood in the doorway. She was of slender build, with long silver hair, and unruly bangs that reminded him of Heero's. She wore one of Quatre's old shirts, that went down to the tops of her thighs (The shirt was apparently quite old, because the left sleeve had partway unraveled near the shoulder seam) and a pair of Heero's old hot pants.
"Hello. My name is Trowa." He said in his usually monotonous voice.
"What is your name?"
He waited, but she gave no reply, even though her mouth worked, and formed the semblance of words. Finally she scribbled in messy kanji the word 'Angel'
"Angel?"
She shook her head vehemently, then pointed meaningfully at the kanji.
"Is it a Japanese name?"
She nodded.
"Um…….I'm not very good at Japanese……I think the word is………Tenshi?"
She nodded happily, violet eyes sparkling.
She sat down on a chair in the kitchen, and silently watched him prepare eggs.
Everything the silent boy did was careful, and previously planned. You could almost categorize him as Heero's opposite. He was serene, and peaceful.
They sat there in companionable silence for a few minutes until Trowa's curiosity got the better of him.
"Why are you here?"
The girl's eyes clouded and she seemed to be trying to tell him something.
"Do you know sign language?"
She nodded, and then signed /Me go school./
"Are you sure? You've been unconscious for three days."
She nodded.
/Me need go school or they think I no coming/
"Well, I assume that you're old enough to go the Peacecraft Academy. Is that where you go?"
Nod.
"Did you just transfer?"
Nod
"Do you start today, or do you just want a tour around the facilities?"
The girl hesitated and then signed /me start today/.
"You better get ready. We'll take you. We go there too."
She nodded ascent, but then hesitated. She sheepishly singed
/No clothes/
"There is a girls uniform in the room you are staying in."
She raised a delicate silver eyebrow.
"Miss Relina stayed here once. She left it here in case she ever needed to stay here."
The girl nodded understanding, and walked up to the room.
She walked near him. She was wearing a hideous sailor outfit that made her want to gag. It had an iguana green plaid skirt, sailor collar, and bow, and a maroon shirt. She wanted to hurt whoever thought these colors went together.
"This is the office. You'll want to get your schedule here." Said Quatre kindly.
"Do you want us to go with you?"
She raised her right shoulder in a shrug.
"Ok."
She walked into the office, and tried to speak to the secretary in sign language.
"Stop being impertinent, and tell me why you're here."
Tenshi almost started to cry, and would have if she hadn't been a strong person. This stupid woman was treating her like an idiot, and just because she couldn't speak up for herself.
She was gently pushed aside, and the usually silent boy explained to the secretary why She wasn't speaking.
"Her voice box was severely damaged in a car accident when she was young. She can't speak. She wishes to see Miss Relina."
"I'm afraid that's quite impossible."
"Tell her Heero Yuy is here to see her."
Heero flinched and was sorely tempted to hurt the uni-banged boy, but before he could reach for his gun, a certain pacifist monkey was glomping him and cutting off his air supply.
"Oh Heero! I knew you would come and visit me when you got settled. I've been waiting for a long time."
She let go of Heero, to his great relief, and greeted the others. She had just turned away from Wufei in order to re-glomp the 'Perfect Soldier', when she caught sight of sad violet eyes hiding behind a blushing Quatre.
"Hello, who do we have here?"
The girl stepped forward, and Relina almost gasped.
She had designed the uniforms so that no one would look more than ordinary. She had deemed it necessary to do so, because in her eyes that would make the students concentrate on their studies rather than each other. This girl undid all her efforts by just being.
She was very slender, like a birch tree, but had adequate curves in all the appropriate places. Her hair fell like a silver waterfall down to the middle of her thighs. Her bangs, while being unruly, had air of being wind swept. Her eyes, were sad, but still innocent. The marks adorning her brow and the sides of her face were alien, but beautiful.
"What is your name?" she asked, a bit more tartly, which caused Heero to smirk.
The girl just stared at her, eyes clouding with sadness.
"Well?!"
"Miss Relina---"
"What?"
"She is unable to speak."
"Well, what's her name then?"
"Her name is Tenshi."
"Angel?"
"No. Tenshi."
"isn't that Japanese for Angel?"
"Yes."
"So her name is Angel."
"No."
"But you said---"
"I said her name was Tenshi. She is Japanese."
The girl nodded at this.
"Fine. Miss Tenshi?"
Tenshi looked at Relina.
"Will you give me your schedule so that I can confirm it with the office?"
The girl made a one sided shrug and handed the paper to the former queen.
Tenshi sat contentedly next to Heero and Duo at lunch. She was nibbling at half of Duo's cucumber melon sandwich, while listening to the self-proclaimed shinigami, and solitary dragon bicker.
"I'm telling you Wu-man, She said that the assignment was mandatory."
"Weak teacher. Why does she think we would want to draw the worst moment of our lives? It'll probably scare the weak onna sillier."
This remark earned a smirk from Heero, a scolding look form Quatre, a thoughtful look from Duo*, and bark of laugher form Trowa**.
"When are we supposed to do this?"
"For you Wu-man? In fourth period. I think that's in two more periods."
"You mean we only have one period?"
"Yup."
"What did you draw Maxwell?"
Duo brought out a piece of paper. He tried to smile it off, and be triumphant, but the grin was a bit…soggy.
It was a beautiful picture. It was of a church, that had been destroyed. The stained glass windows had been shattered leaving rainbow shards that reflected light. People lay on the ground, crushed by pews, and similar debris caused when the roof fell in. The closest object was a doll, whose face had been burned by the fire that was in the process of devouring the building.
The group fell silent. They all knew what this was. It was the Maxwell church. The place where the only people (besides themselves*even if Wufei won't admit it*) who had ever cared about Duo had died.
The sorrow was almost tangible. He had been there. It was only the fact that he was near the metal stairs, that he hadn't died.
"What class are we doing this in?" asked an unfazed Trowa.
"Humanities."
"I have that next period." Said Trowa.
"Me too." That was Quatre.
"I have it the period after that with Yuy and the onna." Said Wufei *big surprise there*
"Hnn." *please don't tell me you need to know who that is*
Nod *duh*
The bell rang as Tenshi finished the last crumbs of her cucumber melon sandwich. How had Duo known it was her favorite?
Heero Yuy had just decided that he was NOT a good drawer. The only thing he could think of to draw in the first place, was the little girl and her puppy, but the girl looked so much like Relina, that he was afraid people would get the wrong idea. He was instead drawing himself on the hill where he had laughed before meeting the girl…He looked like a potato with spiky bangs.
Wufei was already done. His picture was of a cross. In the ground. With flowers at the base. And a piece of paper with Chinese writing glued to the top…He wanted to shoot all those with artistic talent…One thing was for sure…he wouldn't be shooting himself.
Tenshi was busy drawing the saddest part of her life, so she didn't see Heero glaring daggers at the sleeping Wufei. She remembered with perfect detail the way his eyes had filled with joyful sorrow after dealing with Maremeia. He had dropped the gun, and said he would never again hurt anyone. She had known what he meant when he said that. He said that because he knew he was dying. He had fallen. When he had hit Queen Relina, her heart had shattered. She still hadn't really recovered from seeing her love, dead, in another person's arms. She had given him half of her soul, her essence. She had loved him then. Even before then but she had never admitted it to herself. It was forbidden to fall in love with a being lacking wings. She still loved Heero Yuy. She would never burden him with her feelings.
Angels aren't supposed to cry. Aren't supposed to feel pain. Aren't supposed to wish that they were dead so that they could join the person they loved with their entire heart, entire soul, entire being.
She would do anything for her Heero. Anything, except let him die. She would die first. She loved him, more than anything she had ever loved before.
All she had ever asked for was his happiness.
She could never achieve her own happiness, because Heero Yuy didn't believe in her. She would slowly die on earth. No one believed in angels anymore. Fairy tales don't come true. Good people often die. Love doesn't mean anything to the world. People don't care about others. Things aren't always perfect even if you follow the rules. No one cares that you're crying in an alley, begging your dead parents to wake up and hug you. Or that when someone did find you, he only wanted you because you were strong. She had been there. Always. She had grown up with him. First she had loved him as a play mate, then a brother, now she would just watch. Watching from the shadows forever, because she loved him.
Tenshi looked down on the paper that she had been absently doodling on. It was a picture. A picture of all of the important sadness' in her life. It was a broken mirror. In one shard, was the time he had stopped believing in her. In another, was when he had died. And when he had stopped crying. And when his eyes died. When she had given him her soul.
She grew furious at the picture she had drawn. It was all her life meant to fate. She was just a tool, used at convenience. They hated her, their own daughter for loving one that was unlike them.
She crumpled the paper into a little ball just as the bell rang. She threw the hateful thing behind her back. She would never see it again.
A crumpled ball of paper bounced off Heero's head, and he bent over to retrieve it. He un-crumpled it, and his cobalt eyes widened, until the pupils almost disappeared.
"Nanashi…"
With that he stuffed the paper in his pocket, and ran to try and catch up with Tenshi.
Ooooohh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cliffie!!!!!!!!!! Well folks, I need reviews. I gave you all a special long chapter, so you have to give me more reviews. Special thanks to Lia Noodle for the encore. And to the others who reviewed, thank you, I would mention you it's just that you did it annonimously.
Ja ne
----MusumeNoKuragari
*Musume runs onto the stage, followed by the G-boys*
Musume: Hey! Next chapter of 'Wings of a Broken Heart'.
Wufei: Onna!!!! They don't care about you. The fan fic is about us!!!!
Musume: *is psycho. Voice goes calm* Wufei, I am going to put you through pain in this story. See
If I don't.
Wufei: What can you do onna?
Musume: Just ask Hee-chan. He didn't like his nickname. Hee-chan,
Heero: *shiver* just. Do. What. She. Says. Wufei. BELIEVE ME!!!!!!!! She is evil!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs
Around in circles*
Musume: Oh Heero!!! I love you too!!!!!!!! *glomps him*
Heero: O Meo Korosu!
Musume: *pulls out gun from……somewhere(don't think too closely about it folks) Like hell you will!!!!!!
Quatre: *sweatdrop* um…..on with the fic?
Trowa: good Idea. She creeps me out.
Duo: I dunno. I kinda like her. She's interesting.
Musume: I love you too duo…and I love……..RYOGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*and p-chan, my obsession*
Trowa: She doesn't own gundam wing.
Quatre: She does own Tenshi/Nanashi
Wufei: *being chased by a chair-wielding Musume* She's insane!!!!!!!!!!!!
Musume: *Stops* I'm not suffering from insanity…I'm enjoying every minute of it *laughs manically*
Duo: riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. On with the fic!!!!!!!!!
Trowa had woken up early that day. He had never been able to sleep past dawn. He had started making Duo's favorite, Sunny-side up eggs, with Tabasco sauce. He had the window open. It smelled like ozone. Maybe it had rained last night. He had to be quiet. Wufei, whose room was on the bottom floor, near the kitchen, was a light sleeper, and was NOT a morning person.
A creak in the floorboards brought him out of his daydream about the circus. He turned around. He was ready to apologize to Wufei, when he stopped short.
A girl stood in the doorway. She was of slender build, with long silver hair, and unruly bangs that reminded him of Heero's. She wore one of Quatre's old shirts, that went down to the tops of her thighs (The shirt was apparently quite old, because the left sleeve had partway unraveled near the shoulder seam) and a pair of Heero's old hot pants.
"Hello. My name is Trowa." He said in his usually monotonous voice.
"What is your name?"
He waited, but she gave no reply, even though her mouth worked, and formed the semblance of words. Finally she scribbled in messy kanji the word 'Angel'
"Angel?"
She shook her head vehemently, then pointed meaningfully at the kanji.
"Is it a Japanese name?"
She nodded.
"Um…….I'm not very good at Japanese……I think the word is………Tenshi?"
She nodded happily, violet eyes sparkling.
She sat down on a chair in the kitchen, and silently watched him prepare eggs.
Everything the silent boy did was careful, and previously planned. You could almost categorize him as Heero's opposite. He was serene, and peaceful.
They sat there in companionable silence for a few minutes until Trowa's curiosity got the better of him.
"Why are you here?"
The girl's eyes clouded and she seemed to be trying to tell him something.
"Do you know sign language?"
She nodded, and then signed /Me go school./
"Are you sure? You've been unconscious for three days."
She nodded.
/Me need go school or they think I no coming/
"Well, I assume that you're old enough to go the Peacecraft Academy. Is that where you go?"
Nod.
"Did you just transfer?"
Nod
"Do you start today, or do you just want a tour around the facilities?"
The girl hesitated and then signed /me start today/.
"You better get ready. We'll take you. We go there too."
She nodded ascent, but then hesitated. She sheepishly singed
/No clothes/
"There is a girls uniform in the room you are staying in."
She raised a delicate silver eyebrow.
"Miss Relina stayed here once. She left it here in case she ever needed to stay here."
The girl nodded understanding, and walked up to the room.
She walked near him. She was wearing a hideous sailor outfit that made her want to gag. It had an iguana green plaid skirt, sailor collar, and bow, and a maroon shirt. She wanted to hurt whoever thought these colors went together.
"This is the office. You'll want to get your schedule here." Said Quatre kindly.
"Do you want us to go with you?"
She raised her right shoulder in a shrug.
"Ok."
She walked into the office, and tried to speak to the secretary in sign language.
"Stop being impertinent, and tell me why you're here."
Tenshi almost started to cry, and would have if she hadn't been a strong person. This stupid woman was treating her like an idiot, and just because she couldn't speak up for herself.
She was gently pushed aside, and the usually silent boy explained to the secretary why She wasn't speaking.
"Her voice box was severely damaged in a car accident when she was young. She can't speak. She wishes to see Miss Relina."
"I'm afraid that's quite impossible."
"Tell her Heero Yuy is here to see her."
Heero flinched and was sorely tempted to hurt the uni-banged boy, but before he could reach for his gun, a certain pacifist monkey was glomping him and cutting off his air supply.
"Oh Heero! I knew you would come and visit me when you got settled. I've been waiting for a long time."
She let go of Heero, to his great relief, and greeted the others. She had just turned away from Wufei in order to re-glomp the 'Perfect Soldier', when she caught sight of sad violet eyes hiding behind a blushing Quatre.
"Hello, who do we have here?"
The girl stepped forward, and Relina almost gasped.
She had designed the uniforms so that no one would look more than ordinary. She had deemed it necessary to do so, because in her eyes that would make the students concentrate on their studies rather than each other. This girl undid all her efforts by just being.
She was very slender, like a birch tree, but had adequate curves in all the appropriate places. Her hair fell like a silver waterfall down to the middle of her thighs. Her bangs, while being unruly, had air of being wind swept. Her eyes, were sad, but still innocent. The marks adorning her brow and the sides of her face were alien, but beautiful.
"What is your name?" she asked, a bit more tartly, which caused Heero to smirk.
The girl just stared at her, eyes clouding with sadness.
"Well?!"
"Miss Relina---"
"What?"
"She is unable to speak."
"Well, what's her name then?"
"Her name is Tenshi."
"Angel?"
"No. Tenshi."
"isn't that Japanese for Angel?"
"Yes."
"So her name is Angel."
"No."
"But you said---"
"I said her name was Tenshi. She is Japanese."
The girl nodded at this.
"Fine. Miss Tenshi?"
Tenshi looked at Relina.
"Will you give me your schedule so that I can confirm it with the office?"
The girl made a one sided shrug and handed the paper to the former queen.
Tenshi sat contentedly next to Heero and Duo at lunch. She was nibbling at half of Duo's cucumber melon sandwich, while listening to the self-proclaimed shinigami, and solitary dragon bicker.
"I'm telling you Wu-man, She said that the assignment was mandatory."
"Weak teacher. Why does she think we would want to draw the worst moment of our lives? It'll probably scare the weak onna sillier."
This remark earned a smirk from Heero, a scolding look form Quatre, a thoughtful look from Duo*, and bark of laugher form Trowa**.
"When are we supposed to do this?"
"For you Wu-man? In fourth period. I think that's in two more periods."
"You mean we only have one period?"
"Yup."
"What did you draw Maxwell?"
Duo brought out a piece of paper. He tried to smile it off, and be triumphant, but the grin was a bit…soggy.
It was a beautiful picture. It was of a church, that had been destroyed. The stained glass windows had been shattered leaving rainbow shards that reflected light. People lay on the ground, crushed by pews, and similar debris caused when the roof fell in. The closest object was a doll, whose face had been burned by the fire that was in the process of devouring the building.
The group fell silent. They all knew what this was. It was the Maxwell church. The place where the only people (besides themselves*even if Wufei won't admit it*) who had ever cared about Duo had died.
The sorrow was almost tangible. He had been there. It was only the fact that he was near the metal stairs, that he hadn't died.
"What class are we doing this in?" asked an unfazed Trowa.
"Humanities."
"I have that next period." Said Trowa.
"Me too." That was Quatre.
"I have it the period after that with Yuy and the onna." Said Wufei *big surprise there*
"Hnn." *please don't tell me you need to know who that is*
Nod *duh*
The bell rang as Tenshi finished the last crumbs of her cucumber melon sandwich. How had Duo known it was her favorite?
Heero Yuy had just decided that he was NOT a good drawer. The only thing he could think of to draw in the first place, was the little girl and her puppy, but the girl looked so much like Relina, that he was afraid people would get the wrong idea. He was instead drawing himself on the hill where he had laughed before meeting the girl…He looked like a potato with spiky bangs.
Wufei was already done. His picture was of a cross. In the ground. With flowers at the base. And a piece of paper with Chinese writing glued to the top…He wanted to shoot all those with artistic talent…One thing was for sure…he wouldn't be shooting himself.
Tenshi was busy drawing the saddest part of her life, so she didn't see Heero glaring daggers at the sleeping Wufei. She remembered with perfect detail the way his eyes had filled with joyful sorrow after dealing with Maremeia. He had dropped the gun, and said he would never again hurt anyone. She had known what he meant when he said that. He said that because he knew he was dying. He had fallen. When he had hit Queen Relina, her heart had shattered. She still hadn't really recovered from seeing her love, dead, in another person's arms. She had given him half of her soul, her essence. She had loved him then. Even before then but she had never admitted it to herself. It was forbidden to fall in love with a being lacking wings. She still loved Heero Yuy. She would never burden him with her feelings.
Angels aren't supposed to cry. Aren't supposed to feel pain. Aren't supposed to wish that they were dead so that they could join the person they loved with their entire heart, entire soul, entire being.
She would do anything for her Heero. Anything, except let him die. She would die first. She loved him, more than anything she had ever loved before.
All she had ever asked for was his happiness.
She could never achieve her own happiness, because Heero Yuy didn't believe in her. She would slowly die on earth. No one believed in angels anymore. Fairy tales don't come true. Good people often die. Love doesn't mean anything to the world. People don't care about others. Things aren't always perfect even if you follow the rules. No one cares that you're crying in an alley, begging your dead parents to wake up and hug you. Or that when someone did find you, he only wanted you because you were strong. She had been there. Always. She had grown up with him. First she had loved him as a play mate, then a brother, now she would just watch. Watching from the shadows forever, because she loved him.
Tenshi looked down on the paper that she had been absently doodling on. It was a picture. A picture of all of the important sadness' in her life. It was a broken mirror. In one shard, was the time he had stopped believing in her. In another, was when he had died. And when he had stopped crying. And when his eyes died. When she had given him her soul.
She grew furious at the picture she had drawn. It was all her life meant to fate. She was just a tool, used at convenience. They hated her, their own daughter for loving one that was unlike them.
She crumpled the paper into a little ball just as the bell rang. She threw the hateful thing behind her back. She would never see it again.
A crumpled ball of paper bounced off Heero's head, and he bent over to retrieve it. He un-crumpled it, and his cobalt eyes widened, until the pupils almost disappeared.
"Nanashi…"
With that he stuffed the paper in his pocket, and ran to try and catch up with Tenshi.
Ooooohh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cliffie!!!!!!!!!! Well folks, I need reviews. I gave you all a special long chapter, so you have to give me more reviews. Special thanks to Lia Noodle for the encore. And to the others who reviewed, thank you, I would mention you it's just that you did it annonimously.
Ja ne
----MusumeNoKuragari