AN: well...this is mostly about a certain pilot's past. And if you can't guess which one by the end of this.... well...that'll be pretty sad O.o;;
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing *sob* I wish I did
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It was Christmas Eve. Artificial snow lightly flaked around the houses of a high middle class street in colony L1. Inside a beige home on the corner
lived a happy couple and their child. The mother was pregnant with their soon to be second.
The mother was a young woman, barely out of her teens; she had a warm smile and bright blue eyes to compliment her raven hair. She clasped her young
son close to her chest as she watched her husband as he recited stories of ole to their son. The father had a thin mustache, light brown to match the hair
upon his head. Bright green eyes sparkled as he told his tales that his own father, now deceased, had told him.
"Now, having slain the dragon, the young man was able to make his journey home…"
The small boy, aged two and a half, sat in his mother's warm embrace as his Prussian eyes glinted with wonder and imagination. The child had moss colored
hair and fair skin. His smile was so warm it would melt the coldest of hearts. The boy had heard this story hundreds of times, but each time it gave a happy
and content glint to his eyes. A glint that after that night would vanish forever, along with his parents and unborn sibling. The boy never knew his father's
occupation, and would never fully understand it.
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Two hours past midnight, the little boy was unexpectedly awakened by a frantic mother,
"Boy! Hurry little one! Grab a jacket! Good! Now come! Quickly!" The boy rushed after his mother,
"Mother, where are we going?"
"Shh! Just follow me!" With that said, the boy was silenced and lead to a small compartment under the floorboards of the kitchen cupboard.
"Mama! Don't leave me!" he pleaded.
"Hush! We shall see each other soon, be brave my son," she kissed his tear stained cheeks and shut him up.
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After a few moments the little boy heard smashing and familiar screams of his parents. Unable to control himself any longer, he started pounding on the
opening of the hole he was in. He screamed and pounded until his throat and hands were raw and bloody.
After a long while strange men clad in black with guns aimed, opened the floorboards and stood in shock as the young boy flung himself at them and started
biting and tear with feral instinct. The tallest of them men started laughing as he beat the child back easily and said mockingly,
"This one's got spunk! I need an 'heir'…this one shall do!"
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The boy was taken, trained and harnessed, renamed twice and turned into an emotionless tool.
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Thus, the killing machine "Perfect Soldier" was made and sent out into the world with a gundam as his guide.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing *sob* I wish I did
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It was Christmas Eve. Artificial snow lightly flaked around the houses of a high middle class street in colony L1. Inside a beige home on the corner
lived a happy couple and their child. The mother was pregnant with their soon to be second.
The mother was a young woman, barely out of her teens; she had a warm smile and bright blue eyes to compliment her raven hair. She clasped her young
son close to her chest as she watched her husband as he recited stories of ole to their son. The father had a thin mustache, light brown to match the hair
upon his head. Bright green eyes sparkled as he told his tales that his own father, now deceased, had told him.
"Now, having slain the dragon, the young man was able to make his journey home…"
The small boy, aged two and a half, sat in his mother's warm embrace as his Prussian eyes glinted with wonder and imagination. The child had moss colored
hair and fair skin. His smile was so warm it would melt the coldest of hearts. The boy had heard this story hundreds of times, but each time it gave a happy
and content glint to his eyes. A glint that after that night would vanish forever, along with his parents and unborn sibling. The boy never knew his father's
occupation, and would never fully understand it.
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Two hours past midnight, the little boy was unexpectedly awakened by a frantic mother,
"Boy! Hurry little one! Grab a jacket! Good! Now come! Quickly!" The boy rushed after his mother,
"Mother, where are we going?"
"Shh! Just follow me!" With that said, the boy was silenced and lead to a small compartment under the floorboards of the kitchen cupboard.
"Mama! Don't leave me!" he pleaded.
"Hush! We shall see each other soon, be brave my son," she kissed his tear stained cheeks and shut him up.
------------------------------------
After a few moments the little boy heard smashing and familiar screams of his parents. Unable to control himself any longer, he started pounding on the
opening of the hole he was in. He screamed and pounded until his throat and hands were raw and bloody.
After a long while strange men clad in black with guns aimed, opened the floorboards and stood in shock as the young boy flung himself at them and started
biting and tear with feral instinct. The tallest of them men started laughing as he beat the child back easily and said mockingly,
"This one's got spunk! I need an 'heir'…this one shall do!"
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The boy was taken, trained and harnessed, renamed twice and turned into an emotionless tool.
--
Thus, the killing machine "Perfect Soldier" was made and sent out into the world with a gundam as his guide.