War's Reflection Part Three
By: Shinigami Maxwell
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all of its 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 written in my head. So here it is. I hope you enjoy reading this um....interesting fic.
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The tall, brown haired boy walked...or rather dodged his way through the hustle and bustle of the circus grounds. Reaching his designated trailer, he found himself feeling unsure of himself..Like whatever he was about to walk into was not something that he was going to like. He sighed, inwardly. He had had enough of this feeling and it was starting to drive him, slowly, but surely, crazy. Shaking the feeling he walked into the waiting trailer. Looking around, there was nothing to show that there was anything wrong. Dropping his forest green backpack into a chair in the kitchen area he looked around to find him something to eat. He never ate anything from the school. Why? Basically because when Trowa came home sick one day in the fifth grade, Catherine, who had decided that it was definitely the school lunch's fault, had told him that he was never allowed to eat school lunches again and should just come home and make himself something. But even now as Trowa looked back on that memory it seemed like a dream, like it never really happened. At this time of the year, the circus didn't do any shows during the day, because most of the kids were at school so the show didn't start until about 4:00. Turning to get a piece of bread, the sudden feeling of vertigo hit him and Trowa was on the floor before he could even react. Then it was over just as suddenly as it had started. Getting up slowly, he sat down for a while, getting his barrings back and catching his breath. Once he was sure that he wouldn't faint he got up and began to make himself a sandwich. As he was putting it together, a thought occurred to him. He knew exactly what he was going to be doing and exactly where he was going to be for the next 7 hours. Taking a long breath, he tried to think logically. "I probably had it planned out last night or something...yeah that's it." he thought to himself. "Hello?" A female voice rang out. "Is that you, Trowa?" It was definitely NOT Catherine's voice. A woman with brown hair and green eyes, like his own, walked in to the trailer. "Who are you?" He asked. Although he knew every person in the circus he didn't recognize this small woman, who only reached to about the middle of his chest. The woman blinked at him a second before starting to laugh. "Good one, Trowa!" When the woman's laughter finally seized, she looked up and saw the expression on Trowa's face...which was one that most people see when a loin's deciding to eat you or not. "Trowa? Are you alright?" "Who are you?" Trowa demanded. Looking shocked the woman walked up to Trowa and made a motion as if to check his temperature. Backing up into the cramped kitchen area more Trowa reached behind him and found the knife that had been lying on the counter. Holding the knife with obvious skill, he held it up for the woman to see. "I'll say this one more time...Who are you?" Trowa said with deadly calm. Looking hurt the woman backed away, barely even noticing the knife. "Trowa...I'm your mother."
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Gasping the cold metal doorknob, Heero walked into the house with the grace of a cat. Heading to his room, which was on the first floor he sat in front of his computer. Turning it on Heero waited as the computer booted up. He let his thoughts drift as he sat. Who was that kid? The one with the braid. He seems so familiar and yet I don't even know his name. The sound of the front door slaming brought Heero from his ponderings. Who...? Heero thought rising from the chair to glide silently over to his bedroom door. Who's there...? I live alone...don't I? Heero continued thinking as he walked down the hall. ~Of course not!~ A voice in Heero's head said. What?! Heero thought back. ~You live with your parents and brother...older may I add.~ No I don't!! ~Yes you do...~ No! It was too much. The feeling of insecurity and weakness was driving Heero mad. Forgetting about whoever just entered the house Heero ran to the front door. Impossible! I don't remember a family! ~Well, you have one.~ No! In the hallway leadin to the front door Heero brushed past a guy older and taller then him and who looked almost like a carbon copy of himself. Heero stopped for a second and looked at him. "Hey Heero. How are ya, buddy?" Rendered very speechless Heero could d nothing but stare at the parody of himself.~Say hi to your brother!~ NONONONONO! Turning his back on his "brother" Heero ran into the night.
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Somewhere across town, a young boy with the blondest hair, walked into to his house...er...mansion. The lofty ceilings of the mansion gave the feel of freedom without looking too large and menacing. The furnishings showed great taste but didn't look too expensive, but rather something that any family could get. It made for a more relaxed atmosphere and didn't make the Winner family look as if they were trying to show off their wealth. Walking up the stairs to his room Quatre felt something nagging at him from the back of his head, and it felt as if someone were watching him. Turning around, he faced the one person that he didn't in a million years expect to see...his father.
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Slipping into his house at about 4:00, Duo was confronted by a little girl that look surprisingly like himself, braid and all. She looked about 6 years and she was extremely cute. He just stood there for a second looking at the girl with a quizzical expression on his face for a little while before asking the obvious question..."Who are you?" Duo said to the girl and crouched to bring himself to her level of height. The little girl returned the look and said in a sweet little voice, "I'm your little sister." And the next thing that Duo was aware of was that he was staring at the ceiling. "What!?" The boy yelled rising to his feet. " I'm your sister, silly." No...no... I don't have a sister. I don't have a house either! Finally the complete weirdness of the entire day hit him and he realized that it was impossible for any of this to be happening. Somewhere inside him he knew that this was wrong and that he shouldn't be here. But where was he supposed to be? The sick feeling of being controlled and used like a puppet by someone else and he knew that if he didn't get out of this house soon he would lose his mind. Turning on his heel, Duo opened the door and ran into the street.
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He had just walked through the door when he had heard it."I hate this arranged marriage!" Wu Fei spun around as he heard the very familiar voice of a young woman. Meiran....? No..I must be imagining things. Wu Fei rationalized with himself. Satisfied with his conclusion, he proceeded to get out his homework. Wu Fei rather enjoyed studying. It was fun for him. A way to forget. Forget...what? No don't think about it. It'll just go away. And of course he was refering to the feeling that passed through him every time he looked at something. The knowing that hit him...he knew that this was wrong. But what was right? "Wu Fei! Aren't you at least going to say hi, even if you do hate me?" A comanding voice demanded. Wu fei's head snapped up from his text book. "Meiran..." Wu Fei said, not able to get anything else past his shock. "You're not real...." "Of course I am!" Meiran said taking up a defensive stance. "no...." "Now look here Wu Fei, whatever you're trying to pull is not going to work on me!" Meiran said advancing toward Wu Fei. Wu Fei just continued to stare at the woman who in no right within the laws of physics, could be standing in front of him. Seeing the look of utter horror on Wu Fei's facce, Meiran's anger subsided and gave way to concern that she tried to resist. "What's wrong Wu Fei?" She said walking up to him and touching his arm. Without warning Wu Fei was out of his chair and out the door before Meiran could react. He never looked back once.
By: Shinigami Maxwell
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all of its 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 written in my head. So here it is. I hope you enjoy reading this um....interesting fic.
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The tall, brown haired boy walked...or rather dodged his way through the hustle and bustle of the circus grounds. Reaching his designated trailer, he found himself feeling unsure of himself..Like whatever he was about to walk into was not something that he was going to like. He sighed, inwardly. He had had enough of this feeling and it was starting to drive him, slowly, but surely, crazy. Shaking the feeling he walked into the waiting trailer. Looking around, there was nothing to show that there was anything wrong. Dropping his forest green backpack into a chair in the kitchen area he looked around to find him something to eat. He never ate anything from the school. Why? Basically because when Trowa came home sick one day in the fifth grade, Catherine, who had decided that it was definitely the school lunch's fault, had told him that he was never allowed to eat school lunches again and should just come home and make himself something. But even now as Trowa looked back on that memory it seemed like a dream, like it never really happened. At this time of the year, the circus didn't do any shows during the day, because most of the kids were at school so the show didn't start until about 4:00. Turning to get a piece of bread, the sudden feeling of vertigo hit him and Trowa was on the floor before he could even react. Then it was over just as suddenly as it had started. Getting up slowly, he sat down for a while, getting his barrings back and catching his breath. Once he was sure that he wouldn't faint he got up and began to make himself a sandwich. As he was putting it together, a thought occurred to him. He knew exactly what he was going to be doing and exactly where he was going to be for the next 7 hours. Taking a long breath, he tried to think logically. "I probably had it planned out last night or something...yeah that's it." he thought to himself. "Hello?" A female voice rang out. "Is that you, Trowa?" It was definitely NOT Catherine's voice. A woman with brown hair and green eyes, like his own, walked in to the trailer. "Who are you?" He asked. Although he knew every person in the circus he didn't recognize this small woman, who only reached to about the middle of his chest. The woman blinked at him a second before starting to laugh. "Good one, Trowa!" When the woman's laughter finally seized, she looked up and saw the expression on Trowa's face...which was one that most people see when a loin's deciding to eat you or not. "Trowa? Are you alright?" "Who are you?" Trowa demanded. Looking shocked the woman walked up to Trowa and made a motion as if to check his temperature. Backing up into the cramped kitchen area more Trowa reached behind him and found the knife that had been lying on the counter. Holding the knife with obvious skill, he held it up for the woman to see. "I'll say this one more time...Who are you?" Trowa said with deadly calm. Looking hurt the woman backed away, barely even noticing the knife. "Trowa...I'm your mother."
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Gasping the cold metal doorknob, Heero walked into the house with the grace of a cat. Heading to his room, which was on the first floor he sat in front of his computer. Turning it on Heero waited as the computer booted up. He let his thoughts drift as he sat. Who was that kid? The one with the braid. He seems so familiar and yet I don't even know his name. The sound of the front door slaming brought Heero from his ponderings. Who...? Heero thought rising from the chair to glide silently over to his bedroom door. Who's there...? I live alone...don't I? Heero continued thinking as he walked down the hall. ~Of course not!~ A voice in Heero's head said. What?! Heero thought back. ~You live with your parents and brother...older may I add.~ No I don't!! ~Yes you do...~ No! It was too much. The feeling of insecurity and weakness was driving Heero mad. Forgetting about whoever just entered the house Heero ran to the front door. Impossible! I don't remember a family! ~Well, you have one.~ No! In the hallway leadin to the front door Heero brushed past a guy older and taller then him and who looked almost like a carbon copy of himself. Heero stopped for a second and looked at him. "Hey Heero. How are ya, buddy?" Rendered very speechless Heero could d nothing but stare at the parody of himself.~Say hi to your brother!~ NONONONONO! Turning his back on his "brother" Heero ran into the night.
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Somewhere across town, a young boy with the blondest hair, walked into to his house...er...mansion. The lofty ceilings of the mansion gave the feel of freedom without looking too large and menacing. The furnishings showed great taste but didn't look too expensive, but rather something that any family could get. It made for a more relaxed atmosphere and didn't make the Winner family look as if they were trying to show off their wealth. Walking up the stairs to his room Quatre felt something nagging at him from the back of his head, and it felt as if someone were watching him. Turning around, he faced the one person that he didn't in a million years expect to see...his father.
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Slipping into his house at about 4:00, Duo was confronted by a little girl that look surprisingly like himself, braid and all. She looked about 6 years and she was extremely cute. He just stood there for a second looking at the girl with a quizzical expression on his face for a little while before asking the obvious question..."Who are you?" Duo said to the girl and crouched to bring himself to her level of height. The little girl returned the look and said in a sweet little voice, "I'm your little sister." And the next thing that Duo was aware of was that he was staring at the ceiling. "What!?" The boy yelled rising to his feet. " I'm your sister, silly." No...no... I don't have a sister. I don't have a house either! Finally the complete weirdness of the entire day hit him and he realized that it was impossible for any of this to be happening. Somewhere inside him he knew that this was wrong and that he shouldn't be here. But where was he supposed to be? The sick feeling of being controlled and used like a puppet by someone else and he knew that if he didn't get out of this house soon he would lose his mind. Turning on his heel, Duo opened the door and ran into the street.
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He had just walked through the door when he had heard it."I hate this arranged marriage!" Wu Fei spun around as he heard the very familiar voice of a young woman. Meiran....? No..I must be imagining things. Wu Fei rationalized with himself. Satisfied with his conclusion, he proceeded to get out his homework. Wu Fei rather enjoyed studying. It was fun for him. A way to forget. Forget...what? No don't think about it. It'll just go away. And of course he was refering to the feeling that passed through him every time he looked at something. The knowing that hit him...he knew that this was wrong. But what was right? "Wu Fei! Aren't you at least going to say hi, even if you do hate me?" A comanding voice demanded. Wu fei's head snapped up from his text book. "Meiran..." Wu Fei said, not able to get anything else past his shock. "You're not real...." "Of course I am!" Meiran said taking up a defensive stance. "no...." "Now look here Wu Fei, whatever you're trying to pull is not going to work on me!" Meiran said advancing toward Wu Fei. Wu Fei just continued to stare at the woman who in no right within the laws of physics, could be standing in front of him. Seeing the look of utter horror on Wu Fei's facce, Meiran's anger subsided and gave way to concern that she tried to resist. "What's wrong Wu Fei?" She said walking up to him and touching his arm. Without warning Wu Fei was out of his chair and out the door before Meiran could react. He never looked back once.