War's Reflection Part 2
By: Shinigami Maxwell
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all of it's characters are not mine, and belong to their respective owners.
Authors notes: OK this idea came out of nowhere when I was reading something that my friend Gaberiel Yaslana wrote (She's really good writer and she has a website. If you want to visit it, it's at www.angelfire.com/anime2/shunchan003/index.html, so stop by and visit it sometime!) and it was really weird because when it hit me it took me less then a second to have the entire story all writen in my head. So here is the first part. I hope you enjoy reading this um....interesting fic.
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Lunch. The word that Duo Maxwell loved the most at the moment. Now that History was over he was free to go and pig out. He was starved! Navigating the halls, he somehow found the way to the lunch room. All day he had been feeling this sort of disorientation, like he would start to walk to someplace and then realise that he didn't know how to get there. But by that time, he would aready be there. Weird, huh? Oh, Well. I just want to eat! Duo thought as he proceeded into the packed cafetieria. Although it bothered him he honestly didn't care, I mean when one has good grades and all the teachers love them wouldn't they be happy. But then again...for some reason Duo thought that he wasn't supposed to have good grades. And weren't all the teachers supposed to hate him? Hm....
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cafetieria. The place the Heero Yuy hated the most. It was so noisy and chaotic and disorganized. He had no idea how he withstood this everyday. Actually somewhere in him he believed that he didn't. But that was just a waste of time to think about. Walking to the lunch line, Heero began to fish out some money from his deep pockets. Cling! Clang! The sound of falling change reached Heero's ears and he swore as he turned to pick up the run-away money. He didn't get the chance though because it seemed that a boy was already picking it up. As the boy straightened, Colbalt and Prussain met and their eyes met. An intense sense of familiarality hit both boys at the same time. "Duo." "Heero" They both said at the same time. But the names were quickly forgoten as the braided boy was suddenly knock to the ground by some punk with a super ego. Duo swore as he hit the ground. With a glance at the Blue eyed boy he saw that he was now fighting with the punk. Not caring to get involved Duo spared one last glance at the guy in the green tank top and left. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was getting nowhere. Heero had been argueing with this ididot for ten minutes now and so he resorted to the one thing he knew how to do the best....glaring. And thank goodness it work eventually the guy left, and Heero noticed that somewhere along the way that kid with the long hair had disappeared. Heero knew that he should recognize the kid from somewhere, but he couldn't figure out where. It was like the memory had come to him one second and then suddenly erased from his mind. This was just way too weird. Angry and frusturated that he couldn't figure out this problem he abruptly turned and left the building, with no desire to continue the rest of the day.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Looking around the classroom Quatre tried to find someone that he reconized, and again he didn't see anyone that he knew even remotely. It was starting to get annoying! A dy he had been looking for someone that he knew (although he had no idea who that was) and he hadn't found him yet. He had the constant feeling that someone was watching him. Finding a seat in the class room Quatre sat down and took out the materials for the class. Once again the teacher was somebody that Quatre had never seen before, but right when he was about to ask what her name was, it hit him...her name was Ms.Matteson. That had been happening all day and now he was about to lose his patience (which was very rare indeed). And that feeling that he was forgeting something was still eating at him. He still couldn't figure it out! What in the world was going on?!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Finally able to find his classroom the rest of the day contiued on 'normally'. He still had trouble finding a few places but had always ended up there sometime so he didn';t worry about it. The funny thing was the teachers didn't care that he was late to class... in fact it was like they were expecting him to be late. Wu Fei got up as the final bell of the day rung. Walking to the front entrence he decided to try something. Closing his eyes he began walking and let his mind wander. In a few moments he opened his eyes and there he was at home. He had barely walked three steps! How could this be? Opening the door he entered his house and continued thinking of the things that had been happing all through the day.
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By: Shinigami Maxwell
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all of it's characters are not mine, and belong to their respective owners.
Authors notes: OK this idea came out of nowhere when I was reading something that my friend Gaberiel Yaslana wrote (She's really good writer and she has a website. If you want to visit it, it's at www.angelfire.com/anime2/shunchan003/index.html, so stop by and visit it sometime!) and it was really weird because when it hit me it took me less then a second to have the entire story all writen in my head. So here is the first part. I hope you enjoy reading this um....interesting fic.
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Lunch. The word that Duo Maxwell loved the most at the moment. Now that History was over he was free to go and pig out. He was starved! Navigating the halls, he somehow found the way to the lunch room. All day he had been feeling this sort of disorientation, like he would start to walk to someplace and then realise that he didn't know how to get there. But by that time, he would aready be there. Weird, huh? Oh, Well. I just want to eat! Duo thought as he proceeded into the packed cafetieria. Although it bothered him he honestly didn't care, I mean when one has good grades and all the teachers love them wouldn't they be happy. But then again...for some reason Duo thought that he wasn't supposed to have good grades. And weren't all the teachers supposed to hate him? Hm....
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cafetieria. The place the Heero Yuy hated the most. It was so noisy and chaotic and disorganized. He had no idea how he withstood this everyday. Actually somewhere in him he believed that he didn't. But that was just a waste of time to think about. Walking to the lunch line, Heero began to fish out some money from his deep pockets. Cling! Clang! The sound of falling change reached Heero's ears and he swore as he turned to pick up the run-away money. He didn't get the chance though because it seemed that a boy was already picking it up. As the boy straightened, Colbalt and Prussain met and their eyes met. An intense sense of familiarality hit both boys at the same time. "Duo." "Heero" They both said at the same time. But the names were quickly forgoten as the braided boy was suddenly knock to the ground by some punk with a super ego. Duo swore as he hit the ground. With a glance at the Blue eyed boy he saw that he was now fighting with the punk. Not caring to get involved Duo spared one last glance at the guy in the green tank top and left. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was getting nowhere. Heero had been argueing with this ididot for ten minutes now and so he resorted to the one thing he knew how to do the best....glaring. And thank goodness it work eventually the guy left, and Heero noticed that somewhere along the way that kid with the long hair had disappeared. Heero knew that he should recognize the kid from somewhere, but he couldn't figure out where. It was like the memory had come to him one second and then suddenly erased from his mind. This was just way too weird. Angry and frusturated that he couldn't figure out this problem he abruptly turned and left the building, with no desire to continue the rest of the day.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Looking around the classroom Quatre tried to find someone that he reconized, and again he didn't see anyone that he knew even remotely. It was starting to get annoying! A dy he had been looking for someone that he knew (although he had no idea who that was) and he hadn't found him yet. He had the constant feeling that someone was watching him. Finding a seat in the class room Quatre sat down and took out the materials for the class. Once again the teacher was somebody that Quatre had never seen before, but right when he was about to ask what her name was, it hit him...her name was Ms.Matteson. That had been happening all day and now he was about to lose his patience (which was very rare indeed). And that feeling that he was forgeting something was still eating at him. He still couldn't figure it out! What in the world was going on?!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Finally able to find his classroom the rest of the day contiued on 'normally'. He still had trouble finding a few places but had always ended up there sometime so he didn';t worry about it. The funny thing was the teachers didn't care that he was late to class... in fact it was like they were expecting him to be late. Wu Fei got up as the final bell of the day rung. Walking to the front entrence he decided to try something. Closing his eyes he began walking and let his mind wander. In a few moments he opened his eyes and there he was at home. He had barely walked three steps! How could this be? Opening the door he entered his house and continued thinking of the things that had been happing all through the day.
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