A dark day…
Only a week before it
was unthinkable that anything could happen to such strong and seemingly
invincible landmarks as the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. But on September 11, 2001, the nation watched
as the heart of our country's military command burned and the Twin Towers of
New York City crumbled and fell. I was
stunned when I found out in my high school class that Tuesday morning that such
a horrible event had occurred. All
those innocents who were slaughtered in this senseless act of madness... and
those who are left to grieve. It's beyond comprehension how a human being
can become so sick and perverted that they could cause such mass murder without
any thought of remorse. Right now I'm so torn between emotions that I
can't even begin to describe the turmoil. Anger can come later... what is most important now is that we mourn
the loss of our fellow Americans on this dark day. So close are we to that day of imfamy in
1941, but I fear that the casualties of this senseless act will far outnumber
those of the past. It is important that we take a moment to reflect on
those who have perished in this tragedy, the seen and unseen heros who rose up
in a time of need, and their families who are suffering from their loss…
This is the time that America must unite together, all races and walks
of life, and show both those who wish us evil and the entire world the strength
of our resolve and work together to face this atrocity that has been committed
against our great nation. America has always been the one nation to come
forward in aid of almost every country's need, but in return we receive only
criticism and scorn in times of peace and, at most, words of comfort and
support in our times of hardship. But
the one thing that has remained true thoughout all of hisory is that America
has always managed to stand tall and proud after all of our trials. As our President said in his address to the
American public, "These acts of mass murder were intended to frighten our
nation into chaos and retreat. But they have failed. Our country is
strong. A great people has been moved to defend a great nation. Terrorist
attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot
touch the foundation of America. These acts shatter steel, but they cannot dent
the steel of American resolve."
~
In memory of those who lost their lives on that dark day of
September
11, 2001- We will remember
• Chapter
Six: "Kaiho Suru no Hansha" –Reflection
of the End •
Wufei's eyes
glittered coldly as he looked at the low-slung builing in front of him. Weak
fools… he thought without pity, and pressed the detonator switch in his
hand.
Fire
ripped through the quiet barracks of the Lake Victoria base. Those who were not incinerated by the blast
itself only had time to scream out in terror and agony as the subsequent
inferno tore down the halls and through the rooms.
In
another of the bases buildings, Lieutenant Lucrezia Noin burst from her
quarters into the dark hallway that was flashing with red emergenty
becons. "What is it? What's happnening?!" she shouted to a
soldier running farther down the hall.
"We're
under attack!" the man yelled, his voice straining with held-in fear. "The pilot trainee dormatory has been hit
the worst!"
Noin's
blood ran cold. My pilots… "What?!" she
screamed, voice tinged with horror.
She
ran towards the decimated building. The
only thought running through her head was why.
Why would someone destroy a dorm
full of young soldiers, defenseless and sleeping… Why couldn't they go after the suits?! Who could be so heartless?…
Noin tore
through the barracks and finally found the main sleeping quarters. As she entered the room, she stopped dead in
her tracks. The room was littered with
rubble and the bodies of her trainees.
She covered her hand with her mouth and hugged herself. "This is terrible…" she murmured.
She
heard a low groan and ran forward to lift the man's head. He looked at her with pain-stricken eyes as
blood coursed down the side of his head and pooled beneath him. "Instructor…" he stammered. "I wanted to go into outer space—so
badly…" He groaned again and slumped
against her. She pulled his limp form
close to her, her eyes filling with hot tears.
Who could do something so
horrible?… Those bastards will pay! she
thought harshly. Her mind snapped back
to its military training as she lifted her head, her eyes blazing.
She
turned to the men who had run in behind her.
"Find the enemy and attack them at once!" she yelled. "Destroy them all! We're expecting a Moblie Suit battle. Leos, lead the pack! The
enemy should be close by."
Outside,
a squad of Leos had already begun to search the base, spotlights and flares
lighting the gloom. Noin hurred into
the control tower. She turned to the
soldier attending the radio. "How's
Lieutenant Zechs?" she asked, suddenly concerned for the blonde-haired man who
had been visiting the base.
"The
South hangar is safe," he responded, indicating the building where Zechs had
been staying. "Word is that he's
heading here."
"Good,"
said Noin as she reached for the microphone that played over the bases
loudspeakers. "The enemy has come to
destroy the Tarus Suits. Take your
positions," she ordered."
The
soldier swivled in his chair to address her.
"It'll take thirty minutes to load all the machines for transport," he
reported.
"Okay,
you've gotta hold off the enemy for thirty minutes," she said as she turned to
the door. "I'll take command of the
Mobile Suit troops," and raced out of the room.
•
• •
Any time now, thought Colonel Lady
Une. The Vice-Foreign Minister will be dead and out of Trieze's way. Finally, he will be able to put his plan
into motion…
"Excuse
me, um, miss, I think you forgot this, back in there." Une whirled around to see Darlian's young
daughter standing in front of her, holding the disguised bomb that she had
planted next to the conference room.
She growled, not believing the girl's stupidity. "You fool!" she yelled, and lunged for the "compact". She snatched it from the surprised girl's
grasp, ran towards the building, and hurled it with all of her might towards
the conference room window.
The
room exploded in a fiery blast of plaster and shrapnel as screams of agony tore
through the air. One of the attendants
accompanying the Colonel had held onto Darlian's daughter during the explosion,
sheilding her from the aftermath.
Relena looked up over the soldier's arm and finally understood what had
happened. She went pale as she whispered,
"Oh God…Father!" She pushed past the
soldier and ran towards the doors.
Une
watched the girl's retreating back.
"That was close," she said, trying to regain her stressed nerves. She turned to the two men behind her. "Go after the girl and eliminate her if she
resists," she ordered coldly. The
guards saluted her and headed back to the tower.
Relena
couldn't believe what had just happened.
She was still in a slight state of shock as she ran through the charred
doorway of the conference room that her father had been in. She looked wide-eyed at the destruction and
death that greeted her. "Father! Where are you?! Father!" she yelled frantically.
"Re…lena…"
came the weak reply, and the girl dashed towards the sound of her father's
voice. She found him pinned beneath a
slab of concrete and kneeled beside his desolate form. "Father!
Talk to me, Father!" she pleaded anxiously.
Seemingly
from out of nowhere, a red-headed man kneeled down across from Relena and asked,
"Is he alright?" Relena, taken aback by
his sudden appearance, could only respond with "Huh?" The man ignored her slight response and looked back over his
shoulder to three other men who had begun to search the ruined room. "Well?" he inquired.
A
man who held one of the councilmen's limp body looked back at him. "I can't find any other survivors."
"Who are you people?"
Relena asked in a quavering voice as she watched the man lift the chunk of
stone off of her father.
He seemingly ignored
her query as he gently slung the fallen man over his shoulder. He once again looked to the others as he
said, "Okay, we'll carry Mr. Darlian out."
Relena started as she
heard pounding footsteps in the outside hallway. Suddenly, the two soldiers who had been with that woman burst
into the doorway, machine guns leveled before them. "Stop right there!" one of them yelled. "What are you doing?!"
The red-haired man
snarled under his breath. "Move!" he
shouted, and grabbed Relena around her waist before the surprised girl could
even protest. He ran for the door as
one of his fellow rescuers provided cover fire with a machine gun of his own,
pressing the soldiers down behind the doorframe.
Outside the room, one
of the uniformed men spoke quickly into his radio. "Someone's taken Dorlian's daughter and they're trying to
escape! Lock all the exits!" he relayed
as the group he spoke of dashed down another hall.
Moments later, Relena
watched as the strangers carefully loaded her father into the back of an
armored van. She tried to pull away
from the burly man's grip on her wrists, but had no luck in breaking his
hold. "Let go of me!" she protested.
The man looked down
at the frightened girl. "You're going
to have to come with us," he ordered gently.
"It's the only way you'll make it out of here alive."
His words had no
visible effect on calming Relena. "I
don't care what happens to me. What are
you going to do with my father?" she asked, tugging harder.
"Just do as we say
for the time being, Miss," he said, shaking his head. He stiffened as he heard a chime sound behind him. "Get in!" he shouted as the soldiers burst
through the opening elevator door and released a spray of bullets. He dragged the girl into the van and slammed
the doors as the van sped away in a cloud of exhaust and burning rubber.
•
• •
Noin shook her head in disbelief
at what she had just found out. "He
attacked the base on his own, but he only looks about 14." She couldn't believe that a kid that young
could wreak so much havoc and destruction without aid. He's
just a baby… Why would he want to kill so many defenseless soldiers?… Her senses snapped her back to reality and
she stiffened as she saw movement below her.
"He's there."
A flock of birds screamed up from
the trees as a monstrous Mobile Suit of a type unlike any that Noin had ever
seen rose from the foliage. She circles
her Aries suit around to face her enemy.
As she flew, two of the base's
soldiers had managed to catch up with her and were readying a gigantic beam
cannon. The gun's aiming system locked
onto the strange suit and one of the pilots shouted "Fire!" Noin watched as the cannon charged up, the
inside of its barrel growing to a bright red.
"Don't shoot!" she yelled. The
soldier jerked in surprise. "Lieutenant
Noin, why not?" he questioned over his loudspeaker.
Wufei grinned from within
Shenglong's cockpit, knowing that his assumption had been proven right. "Because she's a woman," he replied
arrogantly, and turned his suit towards the two Aries. He slammed his thrusters on and blasted
towards the two suits as he drew his machine's massive thermal-bladed staff
from its place on its back. He
mercilessly ripped it through the two unprepared crafts and braced himself against
the firey explosion.
Noin watched horrified. Her hesitation was decimated as she flew
towards the enemy. She fired a hail of
bullet's from her suit's machine gun, screaming "Damn you!" Wufei shot Shenglong's dragon-headed arm
towards the woman's Aries, striking a glancing blow to the bottom of her suit
and sending her spinning out of control into the trees.
• • •
I must be crazy… thought Relena Darlian
as she stood braced before the three men, a black gun leveled in front of
her. What am I doing? They were the
ones who helped me escape… her face hardened as she remembered their
refusal to take her wounded father to a hospital. They had let him die, they hadn't even tried to help.
Father… why did you have to tell me?
Why couldn't you have kept it a secret and died with me believing that
you were really my father? Why did you
leave me without knowing anything about my real family except their name and
reputation? Why did you have to die?… White-hot fury snapped in Relena's eyes as
her thoughts turned to retribution.
"I'll
get revenge for his death," she yelled at the men opposite her. "It's OZ, right? OZ is responsible for the death of my father!"
"Don't
be stupid!" yelled one of the men.
"You'll just end up getting killed.
Can't you see it's suicide?"
Relena
glared at him. "I don't care if I am
killed…" Her thoughts drifted back to
her birthday party. I don't care… She saw her mother and
father standing together. She
remembered the look in his eyes as he told her that he would be leaving for
space again, the sadness at the thought of ruining her fun. For some strange reason, she remembered the
pictures of the strange object that she and her father had seen on their return
to Earth. What was it that father had said? she thought. Some
kind of operation… "Meteor…" she whispered
aloud, not realizing that she had said it.
She
heard heavy footsteps and a metallic clicking to her left. An old voice came from the shadows. "Did you say Meteor?" Relena jerked her head in the direction of
the voice. The men took this momentary
distraction to their advantage and two of them lept forward to restrain the
pistol-weilding girl.
A
bent old man with long white hair and moustaches, small thick glasses, and a
half-crazy smile stepped into the light.
The clicking came from the metal braces he wore on each leg and the
opening and closing of the "fingers" of
his cold metal right arm. "Are
you talking about Operation Meteor?" At
the girl's wide-eyed look, he began to chuckle.
•
• •
Noin
didn't know how long she had been unconscious.
However, she knew that it couldn't have been more than a matter of
minutes, for when she looked at her suit's veiwscreen, she saw the enemy suit
hoisting the beam cannon into the air.
Noin
immediately realized his intentions and frantically began to punch the buttons
on the pannel in front of her, yelling "Move!"
She grunted in frustration as she realized that her efforts were in
vain. "Aries!" she screamed, and
slammed her hands down on the control board and bowed her head.
The
white, blue, and red suit raised the end of the cannon towards the sky above
the horizon and let loose a huge blast of energy. Noin watched helpless as the beam streaked across the inky blue
sky and slammed into the small black object that Noin knew to be the transport
ship for the new Tarus suits. The ship
blew apart instantly, raining fire and debris to the ground below.
The
suit's pilot threw the sparking, damaged cannon at its feet and turned to look
at Noin's Aries. "Are you listening,
woman? Huh?" came the boy's hard,
scornful voice. Noin looked up. "You saw I was a kid and you underestimated
me. You're a weak soldier. I don't fight bleeding hearts or
women." The suit stood for a moment
longer before blasting off over the treetops into the night.
Noin
could only pound her hands upon the control panel. "Damn it!" she said harshly.
He's right… I shouldn't have
underestimated him. How could I have
made such a stupid mistake?! She
screamed her frustration as her Aries sat motionless in the trees, smoke still
seeping from its ruined form.
•
• •
The old
man glanced at the girl sitting beside him in the black sedan. "Please feel free to call me Dr. J, young
lady." He grinned, lifting his
mechanical arm slightly, and said, "Believe it or not, I'm a scientist."
Relena
looked at the man. "Dr. J… you know
what that thing was don't you? That
entry pod that looked like a shooting star… the one that shot at the shuttle I
was on?"
Dr.
J smiled slightly. "So, he shot at a
civilian craft, did he? I appologize
for the attack, but you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. That boy doesn't like anyone or anything to
interfere with his missions." He began
to chuckle as though the idea was some kind of joke.
"Boy?" Relena questioned. "A boy
was piloting that thing?"
The aging scientist turned to look at her. "Yes, a young boy, about your age. His name is Heero, Heero Yuy.
Or at least that's his code name anyway." The girl looked surprised and echoed, "Code name?"
At seeing the slight apprehension in her eyes, Dr. J wondered why he had
even told this girl anything in the first place. Maybe I'm going soft, maybe
even a bit senile in my old age… but for some reason I think I should tell
her. Someone should know what's been done
to him at least. Besides, she's the daughter of the
Peacecrafts. I have a feeling that she
is going to have a more important role in all of this than she realizes… He shook himself out of his thoughts and
turned his attention back to the other passenger. "I take it that even you know of the straining tensions between
the colonies and the Earth Sphere.
There's a great war looming on the horizon, and I have been preparing
for that battle for quite some time.
You see, ever since Heero was very young, we taught him a wide range of
battle strategies. We brought him up as
a professional assasin."
Relena's eyes widened at his words.
"What? Why would you do
something like that?" she asked, horrified.
"Don't you see?" replied the man.
"For the peace of the colonies, of course."
"Peace?" she asked, not quite comprehending the train of logic that the
scientist was following. "How can an
all-out war possibly lead us to peace?"
Dr. J frowned slightly at her.
"It leads directly to peace.
Wars are started by people, and they end with people. Heero is ordered to attack only the
dangerous, evil people responsible for starting wars."
The girl's brows drew together in uncertainty. "But there must be more peaceful solutions," she protested.
"For a long time, we thought so too," said the Doctor quietly. Relena listened as he told her about the
start of the colonies and the struggle it took to create them. When he mentioned the assasination of the
colonies' leader, Heero Yuy, which to whom he accredited the young pilot's
name, and the fact that the OZ organization was responsible for the killing,
Relena sat up straighter. "OZ…" she
said in recognition.
Dr. J picked up on her tone and asked, "Do you know OZ?"
The girl lowered her head and said quietly, "Yes, it was the last thing
Father told me. 'Beware of OZ'." She remained silent for a moment, then
looked back to the scientist. "So who
are you making Heero fight against," she asked.
"All of OZ," he said. "We must
stop them before they fullfil their ambition to take over the United Alliance
Millitary and dictate the Earth Sphere."
The girl was shocked. "But why
does Heero have to take on that enormous task?
Why should he be responsible for doing that all by himself?" inquired
Relena.
Dr. J looked unabashed. "We have
no choice. He understands the emotional
pains that the colony residents have been forced to endure over the years. Anyways, he's not the only one fighting this
battle. There are four that have come
from the other colonies that will be fighting the same battle. Maybe they will even learn to work
together."
"But still!" protested the girl.
The man held up his hand. "But
nothing," he said as he looked at her.
"Heero is strong. We've trained
him to be. The others are too, most
likely. Besides…" He paused slightly as
a strange expression settled over his face. "The weight of the war does not
even rest on their shoulders." At Relena's confused look, he smiled
surreptitiously. "Heero was made from a
broken mold. A mold that, left as it is, will not only carry the burden of the
war, but destroy it as well. He is not the person he thinks he is. He is simply
a reflection of deliverance."
Relena was about to ask what his enigmatic and cryptic response meant,
but it was then that the car pulled to a stop outside of a large, brightly-lit
tower. Relena opened the door and
stepped outside. She shut the door as
the darkly tinted window rolled down.
Dr. J peered out at her and said, "They should be able to return you
safely to Earth from here."
The girl paused and looked steadily at him. "One more thing. May I
ask you why you saved my life, Dr. J?
Is it because of my father, because I'm Darlian's daughter?"
The man looked a little taken aback.
"Not at all. It's because you
had that same look in your eyes as…," he paused again, but continued quickly. "As Heero did. That same genuine expression.
Heero is actually a kind-hearted young boy. It's too bad that not all mirrors can be made the same way…" He
trailed off and appeared to be lost in his own thoughts.
Relena once again almost asked for an explaination, but she bit her
tongue. Maybe it's something that he doesn't want to talk about. It was just as well that she did not
ask, for the scientist's demeanor changed as quickly as it had before. His eyes were colder as he looked back up at
her. "But Heero is very dedicated to
his mission. Stay away from him if you
value you life." Without another word,
the window was rolled up and the car sped away, leaving the girl standing
alone, bathed in the building's yellow light.
•
• •
Wufei
walked wordlessly through the darkness on the African savannah. He saw the pack of heyenas stalking him in
the tall grass along the fringes of his vision, but he neither worried nor
cared. His mind was focused on other
things. Why did it have to be a woman? He spat the word in his mind much as one
would utter a curse. Of all the men stationed at that base, why
send a woman? Women are weak, pathetic
creatures who depend entirely on the protection of men. They can't even put up a decent fight… I've
only met one woman who has… He felt a pang of sorrow deep in his heart, but
pushed it aside with his anger. He realized that he had stopped walking and the
hair-raising laughs of the heyenas were much closer.
He looked up and
focused his eyes on the circle of ungainly-looking creatures surrounding
him. Red rage blurred his vision. How dare such pathetic beasts challenge him, the heir of the Dragon Clan?! Heated emotion took over as he let loose
some of his pent-up anger. "Get out of
my sight you weaklings!" he screamed.
The animals, caught off-guard by his outburst, gazed warily at the boy
before them before they turned tail and ran off into the night.
Wufei, fists clenched
by his sides, closed his eyes and bowed his head. "Fighting a weak enemy leaves me feeling so empty inside," he
said to no one in particular. He
punctuated his frustrations as he threw back his head and unleashed a throaty
scream to the heavens. He held his
position for a few moments before he dropped his head down, eyes closed once
again. Breathing heavily, he struggled
to regain the warrior calm that lay within him. But no matter how he tried to reach it, his still-smoldering
anger ripped it from his grasp.
Grunting in
frustration, he opened his eyes and looked out over the waves of rippling
grass. The wind whipped the long shoots
in a furious whirlwind, seemingly reflecting the raging turmoil inside of
him. Suddenly, he felt the hairs on the
back of his neck stand on end and he had the keen sensation of being watched. He whirled around to look behind him and
stiffened as he took in the shadowy details of the figure before him. The moon had since moved behind a bank of
clouds, so he had to content himself with a phantom for the time being. The first thing that occurred to him was
that the person was a woman, which caused his momentarily forgotten rage to
flare. He knew that it was not the same
pilot as before, but it made no difference to him.
By the time Wufei had
gotten over his initial blind rage the moon had cleared it's dark veil, once
again bathing the grasslands in it's ghostly light, and he was able to make out
the person's features quite easily. The
woman was actually no more than a girl, probably around his age, with long
brownish hair that the wind whipped around her in a frenzy. She was clad in a dark tank top and jean
shorts that fitted her figure and revealed her strong, athletic build. His gaze moved back up to settle on her
face. Strands of goldish hair, borne
aloft by the strong wind, played over her features as he took in her smooth
bronzed skin, a stubborn nose and chin, and a strong, full mouth. But what seemed to commanded his attention
were her eyes. It was not their fierce
blue color, nor the fact that they were extremely beautiful, that held his
gaze. Rather it was their strange
emptiness, their lack of life; an icy cold that lay within their depths.
If he had been himself, he would have also noticed the slight glint of
danger that flashed through them, but he was too filled with anger and slowly
building desire to register it. What he
did notice, however, was the brief mocking smirk that played over her
lips. The ember of anger that still
lingered within him roared to a raging inferno at this display of
disrespect. This woman dare mock me? Woman or not, no one insults me and comes
out of it unscathed!
He balled his hands into tight fists as he began to stalk towards the
girl. "You shall pay for your
insolence. You have no idea who you
have just insulted." Once again, the
uncontrollable red rage that rarely surfaced blazed in his black eyes. The fact that the girl stood there, an
impassive, unintimidated look on her face infuriated him all the more. "Women should not display such disrespect
for men, they should be frail, trembling creatures in a man's shadow!" Wufei
raged. He came to a halt about four
feet from where she had stood, unmoved by his insults. Looking her over once more, he decided on
his course of action. "I usually don't
concern myself with weaklings, but you've pushed me a little too far," he said
decisively and suddenly lashed out with his right fist to her unprotected
torso.
"Nani…?"
For a split second he was surprised when his
fist met with empty air, then he felt sudden a sharp pain in crook of his arm
as the girl blocked his strike and spun around him to deliver a savage blow to
the back of his neck with her elbow.
Wufei's knee hit the ground as he staggered forward with a grunt of
pain. He regained his footing and
whirled around to face his opponent; wild fury, slight disbelief, and a trace
of worry flooding his features. The
girl, eyes empty, stood calmly in front of him. Letting a furious roar tear its way from his throat, he launched
himself once again at his opponent, who met his attack head on.
The two fought the battle blow by blow, each
trying to find an opening in his or her adversary's defense. As sweat began to pour down his body, Wufei
tried to come to grips with what was happening.
I
underestimated her. Why shouldn't I
have? She's a woman! There's no way that this should be happening! She should have crumpled like wet ricepaper
under my first punch! his mind raged. I am Chang Wufei, heir to the Dragon Clan,
the best fighter the family has had in fifty years, and this… girl is still standing!
Pure outrage took
over and Wufei's attacks came faster, harder, and wilder. Suddenly, as he threw a violent kick towards
her head, she caught his ankle in her strong grip and rammed the heel of her
other hand under his unprotected chin.
The blow lifted the boy off the ground and he slammed into the dirt in a
cloud of dust. As he lay dazed on his
back, the girl gazed down at him, eyes as lifeless as ever. Her face abruptly disappeared from his view
and he struggled to his knees.
His head reeled as he
watched the girl move away from him. He
tensed as she stopped, expecting another attack, but she merely turned to look
back at him over her shoulder. The wind
blew wisps of hair over and around her face as she locked eyes with him and
quietly said, "Itsuka aerusa omae ga sagashite iru yume ni." Without another word she turned and began to
walk into the night. Wufei stared after
her retreating back, her words running through his head. We'll
meet again sometime in the dreams you are searching for…
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Ohayo! I'm back once again. I first of all want to apologize for how
late this chapter was. My dad got a
command (he's in the Army) in Georgia, so we had to pack up everything and move
from Kansas back down to the good old South.
After physically getting here came all the boxes and unpacking and
getting ready for school and cheerleading practice and… well, I won't bug you
with all the details, but you get the
picture. But I tried to make it up to
you by making it a very looong chapter (even though most of it is basically
what happens in Episodes 4 and 5. Sorry
for all of the retelling! I'm trying to
stick to as much of the story line as possible at this point!!!) *bows* Once again,
gomen nasai, minna-san!
Secondly, I'd like to make one
simple request: PLEASE REVIEW! Onegai, I'd really like it if you did. It seems like I haven't gotten as much
response from this as I thought I would, so I don't know if I should even keep
this going or not. If you'd like me to
keep writing, tell me!! If not then I
guess I'll let this fic sink into oblivion.
So review… onegai… *wimper*.
I'd also like to take part of my
"special author time"*yay* to respond to one of my reviews. I was told that I seemed as if I had
described Rei like Relena. I would like
to thank that reviewer for actually taking in enough of the story (yeah, I know
some of you just skim over it to see if it's good… *creepy echo voice* I know all!..) to realize the
similarities. Unfortunatly, it was not
my intentent to have them look alike.
I'm working on a character sketch of Rei that I'm hoping I can somehow post on FanFiction.net (If anyone knows
how, please tell me!!!!) so people can get an idea of what she looks like. I don't know, maybe I did describe her like
Relena, but she looks completely different in my mixed-up head, lol.
Once
again, another short note to my buddy Dilly/Hilde/Kotori-chan. Well Buri-chan, I guess we're gonna have to
do the editing thing long-distance. No
more going over my story instead of doing classwork in Mrs. Schukman's American
Authors/Expos class L. Unless you print it out and take it with you
*evil giggle*. Don't worry tomodachi,
I'll be coming back as soon as I can!
Oh, I should probably
add a disclaimer in here, since I seem to have *ahem* forgotten to do so
earlier, lol. *Disclaimer*: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's
affiliated characters. They were
created and are owned by people with powers much greater than myself. I am in no means trying to steal any part of
the creator's ideas. The only thing
that I can lay claim to in this story is the one character that I created, and
well, she kinda belongs to herself (she can be pretty scary sometimes! lol). I
am merely trying to write a crappy little fanfic about a show that I love and
would like to hope that I am inspiring others who have not seen the series to
do so. So please please please don't
sue me!!! I have no money! Nada, zip, zero. Well, I think that should about take care of it!
One final word: I appologize for all the jumping around that
this story does from event to event and place to place, but I'm trying to fit
everything together in as much of a comprehensible way as possible. Also, if some things didn't happen at the
exact times that they did in the show, I appologize as well. But hey, this is a fanfic and I'm the
author…so I guess I have unlimited power!!!
Bwahahahha!!!!! Err… gomen
nasai, my little remaining sanity escaped me for a moment. Anyways, I know I'm boring you by now, so I
guess that about wraps it up. Until
next time, ja ne!
