Chapter One
By Dark Xen
AN: Fine if no one will review, then I'll put up this chapter anyway! And once I GET that Gundam DVD, episodes I have not seen will finally fill my stories and I won't feel like I'm a dofus anymore! By the way, was Trowa found on a colony when he got amnesia or was he on earth? Okay, never mind I'll just have to figure it out myself. And review! Reviews are good for the soul! I don't care if your gonna flame! Flame me! Just give me the review! XP
~ Days Later ~
Rain. It fell from the sky, if you could call it a sky. Artificial clouds hung low as they released a heavy down pour of water. They were thick and dark so that you could not see the other side of the colony. Artificial weather, can't they keep it simple? All anybody really need was some clear skies and a nice breeze. Why do they make it complicated with rain? It doesn't do anything. This wasn't Earth. Weather there was spontaneous, weather in the colonies was created. And of all things, rain? Yet it goes with the mood of the colony.
A battle had happened near this and other outlying colonies. A crazed pilot were the rumors of the streets, but you should never listen to those, they're never right. The news didn't say anything about a battle or a homicidal pilot. They were trying to cover it up again. They always were. By the meaning of 'they' is OZ, or as some people still call them, the Specials. Always trying to keep the peace by misinforming or just by not telling them at all. The people knew this and they didn't care. They liked it that way, they wanted it that way, and they preferred it that way. They didn't know they were being cheated of their rights, their way of living, their freedom. They always thought it didn't involve them, that OZ could handle it. But they really never knew that it was all about them. It was all just about control.
"The OZ military has confirmed that that there was not alleged battle but an accident with a new weapon prototype. OZ will be explaining the situation later tomorrow night at a banquet at the Minister's residence…" the radio shut off suddenly with a loud fuzz. The owner of the radio started to bang at it within his dry corner on the street. It didn't work. The owner, who was an urchin, cursed at the 'darn thing'. He flipped over the radio so that the speakers faced down and the battery slot faced up. He ripped open the battery slot, took out the batteries, and flung them across the street. Then he cursed at the batteries, he cursed at the radio, and everything else in sight.
A girl, who had been standing there since the news had been on, walked up to him. He looked up at her, his dirt blonde hair matted down to his head by the rain, his tan skin streaked with dirt, and his brown eyes red from the lose of his only true possession. The girl came up with her black knee length trench coat, her large black umbrella, her black-blue hair in a high ponytail, and her brown eyes soft with comfort. She looked about fifteen and out of place standing in a colony. As she came up the boy felt warmth fill him body, the kind of warmth he lost when his mother died and his stepfather kicked him out.
"I'm sorry, Jed, for breaking your radio," said the girl quietly for his ears only. Out of her pocket she pulled out a pack of new batteries and enough money to last him a month. When Jed looked up at her in surprise, all she did was smile back. Suddenly something hit him. How did she know his name?
"Who are you?" he asked suspiciously. Jed looked around but he did not see any of those 'Street Cleaners' anywhere. He looked at the girl again and suddenly felt the warmth coming back to him. "How do you know my name?" he added silently.
The girl smiled and offered him the money and batteries again. Jed eyes them hungrily. He had not eaten in two days and he needed a jacket. Without knowing it he automatically reached for them. He stopped, looked up at the girl and eyed her suspiciously again.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" he said quietly. He had met many psychos in his time living on the streets but none with a sense of generosity.
The girl, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking, shook her head violently. "I would never-never," she emphasized on never with malice, "never, no." The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She suddenly looked older than her age. Lines of stress and lack of sleep ran through her face. Jed felt an unexpected amount of pity swell up in his throat. He could tell she had been through much in the years she had lived, probably more than he had experienced on the streets.
When she opened her eyes again he asked her, "Then what do you want?"
The girl looked at him with a hard expression, then nodded. He was just what she needed. She shoved the batteries and money into Jed's hand, and proceeded to search for something within her inside pockets. Jed, who thought she had a gun, was ready to get up and run, but he couldn't move. He was glued to where he sat.
"Ha!" the girl exclaimed which scared the hell out of Jed, "I found it." She held up a picture of a brown-headed boy with green eyes. What made his look weird, to Jed at least, was that his bangs covered half of his face. "Yeah, I know," the girl said as she looked down at the picture, "weird hair style." She gave the picture to Jed who unconsciously took it and placed it in his breast pocket with the batteries and money.
"What do you want me to do?" Jed asked, he had no idea why he was but her wanted to help this girl who was being nicer than any one he had ever met on the streets.
The girl smiled, "I need you to help me find this person for me, I don't know this person's mental signature- I mean, I don't really know this person that well," she corrected herself. She had almost let it slip there, then she would have been in deep stuff with the Professor. Oh, how Professor M would have a fit.
Jar gave her a hard stare. Mental what? He thought. He must have heard that wrong. But the harder he stared at he the guiltier the girl began to look. She avoided his eyes by looking down t the picture as she explained her plan.
"This boy is a very important person to me," Jed was still giving her a hard stare. When the girl looked up she was grateful to see that his stare had softened. "Now, don't get the wrong idea," she said quickly, knowing that he thought this boy was a boyfriend of hers, "He's very important in my line of work…"
"And what exactly is your line of work?" Jed popped at her. He didn't want to get mixed up with an assassin or anybody who would what to hurt someone. Even if it was a nice and pretty girl. She looked up at him, startled by his question but also surprised he asked.
"Well, how to put it lightly…" she began as she scratched her head, "what I do is…important and…classified."
"Classified?" Jed exclaimed. "As in the military?" That was all he needed. Getting messed up with the military was something he did not want. He was already in trouble just for being on the streets. He didn't need another one.
When Jed had said 'the military', the girl came out of her train of thought. Jed watched her face turn into a grimace, which in turn turned into a snicker. "I wouldn't call it THE military," she said lightly. "It's more like A military." When Jed gave her a confused look she put it more simply, "I don't BELONG to Oz." The word 'Oz' was pronounced as if it were the most revolting thing that was ever created in the universe. This just made Jed more confused. If she wasn't an Ozzie, then what military was she from?
"I'm from a secret military that's existence is devoted into destroying Oz," she answered his thought. Did I say that out loud? Jed thought. He was pretty sure he didn't say it out loud, but then how could she have known what he was thinking?
"Because I can read your thought pattern," she said simply. Jed looked at her dumb struck. Thought pattern? Who, better yet, what was this girl? Jed's thought ran from one to another. He had heard about people like the girl before him on the radio, if only he could remember! He ran his hand through his hair trying to remember that word. Just one simple word.
The girl stared at him in amusement. He had the potential to become like her, another human with paranormal abilities. He was untrained but he could learn. All he needed was to control his abilities. Professor M would be happy to have another on board. Oh, how happy she would be.
"NEWTYPE!" Jed shouted out loud.
AN: Ooh, what is a Newtype? And what is this girl? Will we ever find out? Stay tuned to the next chapter of The Rogue… Don't look at me like that!? Okay ten more review should bring the next chapter into existence. Either that or I'll just get impatient and stick up the next chapter. It will show up. Promise.
By Dark Xen
AN: Fine if no one will review, then I'll put up this chapter anyway! And once I GET that Gundam DVD, episodes I have not seen will finally fill my stories and I won't feel like I'm a dofus anymore! By the way, was Trowa found on a colony when he got amnesia or was he on earth? Okay, never mind I'll just have to figure it out myself. And review! Reviews are good for the soul! I don't care if your gonna flame! Flame me! Just give me the review! XP
~ Days Later ~
Rain. It fell from the sky, if you could call it a sky. Artificial clouds hung low as they released a heavy down pour of water. They were thick and dark so that you could not see the other side of the colony. Artificial weather, can't they keep it simple? All anybody really need was some clear skies and a nice breeze. Why do they make it complicated with rain? It doesn't do anything. This wasn't Earth. Weather there was spontaneous, weather in the colonies was created. And of all things, rain? Yet it goes with the mood of the colony.
A battle had happened near this and other outlying colonies. A crazed pilot were the rumors of the streets, but you should never listen to those, they're never right. The news didn't say anything about a battle or a homicidal pilot. They were trying to cover it up again. They always were. By the meaning of 'they' is OZ, or as some people still call them, the Specials. Always trying to keep the peace by misinforming or just by not telling them at all. The people knew this and they didn't care. They liked it that way, they wanted it that way, and they preferred it that way. They didn't know they were being cheated of their rights, their way of living, their freedom. They always thought it didn't involve them, that OZ could handle it. But they really never knew that it was all about them. It was all just about control.
"The OZ military has confirmed that that there was not alleged battle but an accident with a new weapon prototype. OZ will be explaining the situation later tomorrow night at a banquet at the Minister's residence…" the radio shut off suddenly with a loud fuzz. The owner of the radio started to bang at it within his dry corner on the street. It didn't work. The owner, who was an urchin, cursed at the 'darn thing'. He flipped over the radio so that the speakers faced down and the battery slot faced up. He ripped open the battery slot, took out the batteries, and flung them across the street. Then he cursed at the batteries, he cursed at the radio, and everything else in sight.
A girl, who had been standing there since the news had been on, walked up to him. He looked up at her, his dirt blonde hair matted down to his head by the rain, his tan skin streaked with dirt, and his brown eyes red from the lose of his only true possession. The girl came up with her black knee length trench coat, her large black umbrella, her black-blue hair in a high ponytail, and her brown eyes soft with comfort. She looked about fifteen and out of place standing in a colony. As she came up the boy felt warmth fill him body, the kind of warmth he lost when his mother died and his stepfather kicked him out.
"I'm sorry, Jed, for breaking your radio," said the girl quietly for his ears only. Out of her pocket she pulled out a pack of new batteries and enough money to last him a month. When Jed looked up at her in surprise, all she did was smile back. Suddenly something hit him. How did she know his name?
"Who are you?" he asked suspiciously. Jed looked around but he did not see any of those 'Street Cleaners' anywhere. He looked at the girl again and suddenly felt the warmth coming back to him. "How do you know my name?" he added silently.
The girl smiled and offered him the money and batteries again. Jed eyes them hungrily. He had not eaten in two days and he needed a jacket. Without knowing it he automatically reached for them. He stopped, looked up at the girl and eyed her suspiciously again.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" he said quietly. He had met many psychos in his time living on the streets but none with a sense of generosity.
The girl, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking, shook her head violently. "I would never-never," she emphasized on never with malice, "never, no." The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She suddenly looked older than her age. Lines of stress and lack of sleep ran through her face. Jed felt an unexpected amount of pity swell up in his throat. He could tell she had been through much in the years she had lived, probably more than he had experienced on the streets.
When she opened her eyes again he asked her, "Then what do you want?"
The girl looked at him with a hard expression, then nodded. He was just what she needed. She shoved the batteries and money into Jed's hand, and proceeded to search for something within her inside pockets. Jed, who thought she had a gun, was ready to get up and run, but he couldn't move. He was glued to where he sat.
"Ha!" the girl exclaimed which scared the hell out of Jed, "I found it." She held up a picture of a brown-headed boy with green eyes. What made his look weird, to Jed at least, was that his bangs covered half of his face. "Yeah, I know," the girl said as she looked down at the picture, "weird hair style." She gave the picture to Jed who unconsciously took it and placed it in his breast pocket with the batteries and money.
"What do you want me to do?" Jed asked, he had no idea why he was but her wanted to help this girl who was being nicer than any one he had ever met on the streets.
The girl smiled, "I need you to help me find this person for me, I don't know this person's mental signature- I mean, I don't really know this person that well," she corrected herself. She had almost let it slip there, then she would have been in deep stuff with the Professor. Oh, how Professor M would have a fit.
Jar gave her a hard stare. Mental what? He thought. He must have heard that wrong. But the harder he stared at he the guiltier the girl began to look. She avoided his eyes by looking down t the picture as she explained her plan.
"This boy is a very important person to me," Jed was still giving her a hard stare. When the girl looked up she was grateful to see that his stare had softened. "Now, don't get the wrong idea," she said quickly, knowing that he thought this boy was a boyfriend of hers, "He's very important in my line of work…"
"And what exactly is your line of work?" Jed popped at her. He didn't want to get mixed up with an assassin or anybody who would what to hurt someone. Even if it was a nice and pretty girl. She looked up at him, startled by his question but also surprised he asked.
"Well, how to put it lightly…" she began as she scratched her head, "what I do is…important and…classified."
"Classified?" Jed exclaimed. "As in the military?" That was all he needed. Getting messed up with the military was something he did not want. He was already in trouble just for being on the streets. He didn't need another one.
When Jed had said 'the military', the girl came out of her train of thought. Jed watched her face turn into a grimace, which in turn turned into a snicker. "I wouldn't call it THE military," she said lightly. "It's more like A military." When Jed gave her a confused look she put it more simply, "I don't BELONG to Oz." The word 'Oz' was pronounced as if it were the most revolting thing that was ever created in the universe. This just made Jed more confused. If she wasn't an Ozzie, then what military was she from?
"I'm from a secret military that's existence is devoted into destroying Oz," she answered his thought. Did I say that out loud? Jed thought. He was pretty sure he didn't say it out loud, but then how could she have known what he was thinking?
"Because I can read your thought pattern," she said simply. Jed looked at her dumb struck. Thought pattern? Who, better yet, what was this girl? Jed's thought ran from one to another. He had heard about people like the girl before him on the radio, if only he could remember! He ran his hand through his hair trying to remember that word. Just one simple word.
The girl stared at him in amusement. He had the potential to become like her, another human with paranormal abilities. He was untrained but he could learn. All he needed was to control his abilities. Professor M would be happy to have another on board. Oh, how happy she would be.
"NEWTYPE!" Jed shouted out loud.
AN: Ooh, what is a Newtype? And what is this girl? Will we ever find out? Stay tuned to the next chapter of The Rogue… Don't look at me like that!? Okay ten more review should bring the next chapter into existence. Either that or I'll just get impatient and stick up the next chapter. It will show up. Promise.
