Twin Horizons-Reality Ever After II
A Gundam Wing Fanfic: Duo and Wufei continuing story
By Carol Edwards aka Eternal Spark
Email: dreamerisle@hotmail.com
Warning: The following story contains yaoi (male/male relationship), angst, sap, and rated NC17 for sexual content, language and violence. You have been advised.
Disclaimer: Here we go again...you already know GW characters don't belong to me but Dashea, Darien, Xi-Shin or any characters not originally created by Amanda Marque do. ^^ okay...let's have some fun.
Chapter Three
The happy roar of tiny footsteps could only mean one thing...children running wild at play. Cherub tops of ebony, rust, auburn, gold, lavender and all the colors beheld to man ran, chased, skipped and played within the huge multi-structure called Godsent Orphanage. After a hard morning of books, papers and overwhelming knowledge, school was over for the day and now was the time for recreation. Some children were in the library in awe, enjoying the adventures of the two lost Americans and the mysteries of the town of Brigadoon as Sister Margaret Agnes read to them. To think, a highland community where a minister sacrificed his life to protect his town from witches and warlocks and then to have his wish granted under the wings of a young dragon in the form of sleep? But not just any sleep...but a slumber for one hundred years only to be awaken for one day!! The children couldn't help it. They had heard the story multiple time but each time just gain more children and more adventure. The aspect of mysterious forbidden places from long ago wrapped in fantasy, love and legends amused even the sisters as the cunning nun dramatized while reading the legendary fantasy.
In another part of the school/church/home, Dance classes were being held where inspiring little ballerinas and modern dancers ranging from the age of six to thirteen showed their stuff on a well-worn dance mat. Sister Mary Angeline tapped her long oak stick, drumming the beat for the rhythm to follow as tiny feet obeyed, pointing their toes in arches and angles, while slim arms stretched above heads in silky movements.
Down in the lower levels of the church, personal computers given to the school on grants were happily buzzing with the soft touch of tiny fingers dancing along keys. There was never a day the room was empty as children of all ages logged on to the Internet, chatting with friends around the sectors, or doing homework. It was here...Dashea' Maxwell called her world. Unlike the children who surfed for silly child-like things on the net like Cartoon Network or Mamimedia, Dashea's mind was beyond her years. At eight, a girl her age would be playing with dolls, giggling about the silliness of boys who pulled their hair or teased them with stupid names. But not Dashea...the little beauty wasn't interested in things of that nature. Her fingers flew over alphanumeric keys as she searched the net of signs for her missing father, focusing on old news clippings, online magazines...anything that might lead to her sire's whereabouts.
Through her many searches, she came up with nothing except what fashion, pop and music magazines offered her about the man know as Duo Maxwell. She found out he was an ex-Gundam pilot and was one of the men who saved the world so long ago. Yet the rest was blank...the singer's past was as mysterious as the man who she thought was her sire. She knew she and her brother resembled that man, and her brother looked like a perfect copy. The video only proved her findings. Both her and her twin's eyes were a little lighter than Duo Maxwell but that hair!! The same shade of chestnut brown with golden highlights just like the American singer had. Their mother always told them they were the splitting images of their father yet never showed a picture to prove of his existence. She sighed as she stopped typing. Oh to see him in person! Duo Maxwell was their favorite singer!! They could sit there, just her and her brother, in front of that run down television and VCR and absorb his words like water. Sigh...The life of the rock star must be exciting. Adoring fans writing you massive fanmail, and constantly dying for your attention. Yet Dashea didn't care about adoration or even the glimmer of the spotlight. She wanted her daddy. To have a home and feel warm arms around you, holding you close saying your name multiple times a day. Feeling him tucking a warm comforter under your chin, reading a bedtime story and brushing your tousled hair as he watches you sleep at night. To have said man nudging you up awake for school as he fixes your breakfast just the way you like it. Dashea didn't realize her eyes were watering and a tear fell from her eye, which she quickly wiped away. This was the dream of many of the children at the orphanage, foundlings separated from families before they could talk. Some had been there so long, it was the only home they had and many had left after the age of 18, went to college on scholarships, only to return to take on administrative roles. It was their way of giving back to the only people who cared.
Dashea smiled knowing that wouldn't happen to her as she logged off the computer, pushing herself away from the terminal and rose to find her brother. She was the type to always have a smile on her face...The eternal optimist. If she didn't have a smile...something was wrong. She tousled some hair from the some of the younger children as she walked passed them on her way upstairs to the recreation room. It didn't take her long to find Darien as she opened the door on the main floor and what she saw made her amethyst eyes turn black before they returned to their usual color. Before her, four boys were pushing at her brother, poking him in the head trying to make him talk.
"Look at the weirdo!!"
"Giggle! Weird kid! We wanna hear you talk!!"
"HEY!!"
One of the boys, a scruffy looking kid around eleven with dark matted brown hair and slatted cat-like eyes turned towards her. "Look, guys! Darien's babysitter is here to protect him."
Some of the children who were in the room watched the scene, while others who were afraid to interfere just listened. The remainder of the group that didn't care about the situation at all continued to watch their favorite cartoons on the televsion.
"Leave him alone, Razor." Dashea yelled.
The older boy sneered, pushing his chest out as he glanced back at his comrades. The boys took the hint and held Darien at bay while their leader spoke to the violet-eyed girl. "And if I don't?"
Dashea smiled. The one thing she learned while being at the orphanage was to never let your guard down. Even with the sisters' ever-watchful eyes, it was always the silent code of the orphanage: Survival of the fittest. Bullies preying on weaker children and no sooner than the bullies are reprimanded, they continued their harassment all over again. Everyone knew Dashea and her brother were unusual and always the butt of jokes because of their closeness but she didn't care. Her brother was her only family...only known family with the exception of a missing father they were trying to find. All she wanted to do was protect her elder twin before he "woke up." So she stood defiant, with the sweetest smile on her cherub face. "You really don't want me to answer that question."
Razor blinked. He wasn't too thrilled at this young girl's reactions, neither of her sarcasm. From the various rumors floating around, he heard about her and her brother. He couldn't believe it. It had to be a lie about them beating up older kids. It had to be something in the food. He sneered, laughing at the little girl before him before he slowly started to approach.
Dashea, still smiling and dimples showing, watched as the other overweight youth sluggishly approached, walking towards her like a tiger about to pounce on a defenseless mouse. She knew the thoughts running through his small mind but she would show him. She already knew his type...the type that assumed because he was bigger and stronger than everyone that everyone had to be afraid of him and run away crying like a baby. But that's what she wanted him to think. She would show him...like she showed the others who bothered her and her sibling. Don't let her happy go lucky attitude and her unusual amethyst eyes fool you. That was only the illusion to hide the deeper pain held within her small heart...a heart yearning so much for love before her innocence was stolen from her. Everyone needed an outlet else they would go insane. For you see the only one close to her and Darien was Sister Mary Irene. Sure the twins were friends with most of the sisters but Sister Mary Irene was like so much like the mother they lost. Whenever they had a problem they could always come to her about anything. Even when they would wake up in a cold sweat from the ongoing nightmares of their mother's death, the young sister seemed already by their side, brushing their brows with a cool cloth and soothing words...brushing the demons away until they succumbed to the sandman's enchanted spell peacefully. They truly loved that particular sister, trusting her with their secrets and reassured Sister Mary Irene that after the last incident they would try to stay out of trouble. She frowned thinking she would have to break her promise to protect her brother. She waited until Razor was standing directly in front of her, barely inches from her face blowing his hot stinking breath making her want to puke.
"Okay pipsqueak..." Razor bellowed, blowing his hot nasty breath towards her. Breath that had not seen mouthwash or the evidence of a toothbrush in three days! "What are you gonna do?!"
Dashea thought a moment before she answered glancing at her brother only for a sec as she saw him nod in understanding. Then she looked at the beast before her. "I don't know...maybe I want to dance." She giggled and did a perfect pirouette, whipping her long braid about...slapping the unaware boy in the face. "OOPS! Sorry about that!" she replied sticking her tongue out cutely.
Razor held his face, totally shocked and pissed at the same time. She hit him! With her hair!! That little bitch!!! "You did that on purpose!!!"
Dashea whined, pouting and feeling slightly perturbed. "I did not! I'm really upset that you think me...a simple innocent girl would try to do something like that and injury you on purpose!!"
"You're playing games with me!!!" His anger flaring by the minutes!!!
"I am not!" Dashea replied, secretly preparing to do some damage to his face. "You're the one threatening me and got your goons holding my brother." She shook her head, never taking her eyes off her intended victim. "Look...if you're gonna hit me...you might as well do it." And she stood there, arms crossed over her small chest waiting.
Razor grunted and put up his fist, poised to deck her. The other children were now paying attention. It wasn't everyday they saw Razor fight. He swung his fist in her direction...he missed. He swung again...and his fist just flew right by her...again! He did this again and again and his punches zipped by her like water and oil! No matter how hard he tried his punches flew right by her.
Darien just sighed, watching the fight...or dance if he might say. It wasn't the fact that the goon's punches weren't penetrating. It was the simple fact...his sister was much faster that the overweight jerk. He sighed, looking at the goons holding him. It was time to take matters into his own hands. Using the yells of the other children as a cover, he looked at the unsuspecting boys holding him only by his sleeves of his shirt and with the grace of a dancer, he pushed against them, using the force to somersault over them until he was standing behind them. Both boys just stood shaking, trying to grab him but Darien was too quick as he head- butted them from behind, knocking them unconscious.
Razor didn't even get a chance to turn when one of Dashea's punches collided with his chin, sending him flying in the air and sprawl across the floor.
"DASHEA! DARIEN!"
"Uh oh!!"
Sister Mary Irene had just entered the room to get the twins when she hear the children yelling and screaming. The moment she entered, children were running everywhere as the highly upset nun approached the center of the confusion, standing before the twins.
Dashea balled her fist in anger, feeling totally embarrassed not just from getting caught but by the disappointment showing in the nun's pale blue eyes. "Razor started it!!! I didn't do a thing!"
The nun turned to the little girl's twin, seeing the ruffled hair and the small bruise developing on his left cheek. Mary Irene sighed. What was she gonna do with these two. She knew she had no choice...it was time for them to visit the guidance counselor...again. She also knew since Dylan got that promotion they would have a fit. She had only met the new counselor only twice since he was going to school part-time for his PHD and working in the afternoon there at the orphanage. "Come on, you two."
"Ahn man!" They already knew by her look where they were going and they didn't like it one bit. They had heard about the new guidance counselor. Some of the younger girls adored him talking about him being so cute while the guys were scared of him and they didn't know why. They wouldn't like him...they hated new people trying to get in their business. Sulking the entire way, they followed the sister to the third floor where the administration of the orphanage was. They waved as they passed by since everyone knew them on a first name basis. Hey! If you've been up there as much as they did, people would know you too. They stopped outside the cedar wood looking at the engraved words on the door.
"Go!" The sister pointed for emphasis.
Dashea cringed and grabbed the knob turning it just as a platinum-haired man hung up the phone. She stared in shock as she came face to face with the most handsome man that she had seen him her young life. The man looked regal sitting behind his desk with that long platinum gold hair pulled into a ponytail behind his back and piercing blue eyes. And to think, she thought that Dylan was pretty...she found herself blushing in spite of herself. She didn't even hear him call her name until Darien poked her nor when Sister Mary Irene entered behind her.
"These are the two I was talking to you about, Mr. Marquise."
"Yes...I see. Hello children...We have a lot of talking to do."
Thank god!!! Another chapter done!! Giggle Wasn't expect Zech huh...it only gets better!! Ja!!! Til next time....Sparky out
Warning: The following story contains yaoi (male/male relationship), angst, sap, and rated NC17 for sexual content, language and violence. You have been advised.
Disclaimer: Here we go again...you already know GW characters don't belong to me but Dashea, Darien, Xi-Shin or any characters not originally created by Amanda Marque do. ^^ okay...let's have some fun.
Chapter Three
The happy roar of tiny footsteps could only mean one thing...children running wild at play. Cherub tops of ebony, rust, auburn, gold, lavender and all the colors beheld to man ran, chased, skipped and played within the huge multi-structure called Godsent Orphanage. After a hard morning of books, papers and overwhelming knowledge, school was over for the day and now was the time for recreation. Some children were in the library in awe, enjoying the adventures of the two lost Americans and the mysteries of the town of Brigadoon as Sister Margaret Agnes read to them. To think, a highland community where a minister sacrificed his life to protect his town from witches and warlocks and then to have his wish granted under the wings of a young dragon in the form of sleep? But not just any sleep...but a slumber for one hundred years only to be awaken for one day!! The children couldn't help it. They had heard the story multiple time but each time just gain more children and more adventure. The aspect of mysterious forbidden places from long ago wrapped in fantasy, love and legends amused even the sisters as the cunning nun dramatized while reading the legendary fantasy.
In another part of the school/church/home, Dance classes were being held where inspiring little ballerinas and modern dancers ranging from the age of six to thirteen showed their stuff on a well-worn dance mat. Sister Mary Angeline tapped her long oak stick, drumming the beat for the rhythm to follow as tiny feet obeyed, pointing their toes in arches and angles, while slim arms stretched above heads in silky movements.
Down in the lower levels of the church, personal computers given to the school on grants were happily buzzing with the soft touch of tiny fingers dancing along keys. There was never a day the room was empty as children of all ages logged on to the Internet, chatting with friends around the sectors, or doing homework. It was here...Dashea' Maxwell called her world. Unlike the children who surfed for silly child-like things on the net like Cartoon Network or Mamimedia, Dashea's mind was beyond her years. At eight, a girl her age would be playing with dolls, giggling about the silliness of boys who pulled their hair or teased them with stupid names. But not Dashea...the little beauty wasn't interested in things of that nature. Her fingers flew over alphanumeric keys as she searched the net of signs for her missing father, focusing on old news clippings, online magazines...anything that might lead to her sire's whereabouts.
Through her many searches, she came up with nothing except what fashion, pop and music magazines offered her about the man know as Duo Maxwell. She found out he was an ex-Gundam pilot and was one of the men who saved the world so long ago. Yet the rest was blank...the singer's past was as mysterious as the man who she thought was her sire. She knew she and her brother resembled that man, and her brother looked like a perfect copy. The video only proved her findings. Both her and her twin's eyes were a little lighter than Duo Maxwell but that hair!! The same shade of chestnut brown with golden highlights just like the American singer had. Their mother always told them they were the splitting images of their father yet never showed a picture to prove of his existence. She sighed as she stopped typing. Oh to see him in person! Duo Maxwell was their favorite singer!! They could sit there, just her and her brother, in front of that run down television and VCR and absorb his words like water. Sigh...The life of the rock star must be exciting. Adoring fans writing you massive fanmail, and constantly dying for your attention. Yet Dashea didn't care about adoration or even the glimmer of the spotlight. She wanted her daddy. To have a home and feel warm arms around you, holding you close saying your name multiple times a day. Feeling him tucking a warm comforter under your chin, reading a bedtime story and brushing your tousled hair as he watches you sleep at night. To have said man nudging you up awake for school as he fixes your breakfast just the way you like it. Dashea didn't realize her eyes were watering and a tear fell from her eye, which she quickly wiped away. This was the dream of many of the children at the orphanage, foundlings separated from families before they could talk. Some had been there so long, it was the only home they had and many had left after the age of 18, went to college on scholarships, only to return to take on administrative roles. It was their way of giving back to the only people who cared.
Dashea smiled knowing that wouldn't happen to her as she logged off the computer, pushing herself away from the terminal and rose to find her brother. She was the type to always have a smile on her face...The eternal optimist. If she didn't have a smile...something was wrong. She tousled some hair from the some of the younger children as she walked passed them on her way upstairs to the recreation room. It didn't take her long to find Darien as she opened the door on the main floor and what she saw made her amethyst eyes turn black before they returned to their usual color. Before her, four boys were pushing at her brother, poking him in the head trying to make him talk.
"Look at the weirdo!!"
"Giggle! Weird kid! We wanna hear you talk!!"
"HEY!!"
One of the boys, a scruffy looking kid around eleven with dark matted brown hair and slatted cat-like eyes turned towards her. "Look, guys! Darien's babysitter is here to protect him."
Some of the children who were in the room watched the scene, while others who were afraid to interfere just listened. The remainder of the group that didn't care about the situation at all continued to watch their favorite cartoons on the televsion.
"Leave him alone, Razor." Dashea yelled.
The older boy sneered, pushing his chest out as he glanced back at his comrades. The boys took the hint and held Darien at bay while their leader spoke to the violet-eyed girl. "And if I don't?"
Dashea smiled. The one thing she learned while being at the orphanage was to never let your guard down. Even with the sisters' ever-watchful eyes, it was always the silent code of the orphanage: Survival of the fittest. Bullies preying on weaker children and no sooner than the bullies are reprimanded, they continued their harassment all over again. Everyone knew Dashea and her brother were unusual and always the butt of jokes because of their closeness but she didn't care. Her brother was her only family...only known family with the exception of a missing father they were trying to find. All she wanted to do was protect her elder twin before he "woke up." So she stood defiant, with the sweetest smile on her cherub face. "You really don't want me to answer that question."
Razor blinked. He wasn't too thrilled at this young girl's reactions, neither of her sarcasm. From the various rumors floating around, he heard about her and her brother. He couldn't believe it. It had to be a lie about them beating up older kids. It had to be something in the food. He sneered, laughing at the little girl before him before he slowly started to approach.
Dashea, still smiling and dimples showing, watched as the other overweight youth sluggishly approached, walking towards her like a tiger about to pounce on a defenseless mouse. She knew the thoughts running through his small mind but she would show him. She already knew his type...the type that assumed because he was bigger and stronger than everyone that everyone had to be afraid of him and run away crying like a baby. But that's what she wanted him to think. She would show him...like she showed the others who bothered her and her sibling. Don't let her happy go lucky attitude and her unusual amethyst eyes fool you. That was only the illusion to hide the deeper pain held within her small heart...a heart yearning so much for love before her innocence was stolen from her. Everyone needed an outlet else they would go insane. For you see the only one close to her and Darien was Sister Mary Irene. Sure the twins were friends with most of the sisters but Sister Mary Irene was like so much like the mother they lost. Whenever they had a problem they could always come to her about anything. Even when they would wake up in a cold sweat from the ongoing nightmares of their mother's death, the young sister seemed already by their side, brushing their brows with a cool cloth and soothing words...brushing the demons away until they succumbed to the sandman's enchanted spell peacefully. They truly loved that particular sister, trusting her with their secrets and reassured Sister Mary Irene that after the last incident they would try to stay out of trouble. She frowned thinking she would have to break her promise to protect her brother. She waited until Razor was standing directly in front of her, barely inches from her face blowing his hot stinking breath making her want to puke.
"Okay pipsqueak..." Razor bellowed, blowing his hot nasty breath towards her. Breath that had not seen mouthwash or the evidence of a toothbrush in three days! "What are you gonna do?!"
Dashea thought a moment before she answered glancing at her brother only for a sec as she saw him nod in understanding. Then she looked at the beast before her. "I don't know...maybe I want to dance." She giggled and did a perfect pirouette, whipping her long braid about...slapping the unaware boy in the face. "OOPS! Sorry about that!" she replied sticking her tongue out cutely.
Razor held his face, totally shocked and pissed at the same time. She hit him! With her hair!! That little bitch!!! "You did that on purpose!!!"
Dashea whined, pouting and feeling slightly perturbed. "I did not! I'm really upset that you think me...a simple innocent girl would try to do something like that and injury you on purpose!!"
"You're playing games with me!!!" His anger flaring by the minutes!!!
"I am not!" Dashea replied, secretly preparing to do some damage to his face. "You're the one threatening me and got your goons holding my brother." She shook her head, never taking her eyes off her intended victim. "Look...if you're gonna hit me...you might as well do it." And she stood there, arms crossed over her small chest waiting.
Razor grunted and put up his fist, poised to deck her. The other children were now paying attention. It wasn't everyday they saw Razor fight. He swung his fist in her direction...he missed. He swung again...and his fist just flew right by her...again! He did this again and again and his punches zipped by her like water and oil! No matter how hard he tried his punches flew right by her.
Darien just sighed, watching the fight...or dance if he might say. It wasn't the fact that the goon's punches weren't penetrating. It was the simple fact...his sister was much faster that the overweight jerk. He sighed, looking at the goons holding him. It was time to take matters into his own hands. Using the yells of the other children as a cover, he looked at the unsuspecting boys holding him only by his sleeves of his shirt and with the grace of a dancer, he pushed against them, using the force to somersault over them until he was standing behind them. Both boys just stood shaking, trying to grab him but Darien was too quick as he head- butted them from behind, knocking them unconscious.
Razor didn't even get a chance to turn when one of Dashea's punches collided with his chin, sending him flying in the air and sprawl across the floor.
"DASHEA! DARIEN!"
"Uh oh!!"
Sister Mary Irene had just entered the room to get the twins when she hear the children yelling and screaming. The moment she entered, children were running everywhere as the highly upset nun approached the center of the confusion, standing before the twins.
Dashea balled her fist in anger, feeling totally embarrassed not just from getting caught but by the disappointment showing in the nun's pale blue eyes. "Razor started it!!! I didn't do a thing!"
The nun turned to the little girl's twin, seeing the ruffled hair and the small bruise developing on his left cheek. Mary Irene sighed. What was she gonna do with these two. She knew she had no choice...it was time for them to visit the guidance counselor...again. She also knew since Dylan got that promotion they would have a fit. She had only met the new counselor only twice since he was going to school part-time for his PHD and working in the afternoon there at the orphanage. "Come on, you two."
"Ahn man!" They already knew by her look where they were going and they didn't like it one bit. They had heard about the new guidance counselor. Some of the younger girls adored him talking about him being so cute while the guys were scared of him and they didn't know why. They wouldn't like him...they hated new people trying to get in their business. Sulking the entire way, they followed the sister to the third floor where the administration of the orphanage was. They waved as they passed by since everyone knew them on a first name basis. Hey! If you've been up there as much as they did, people would know you too. They stopped outside the cedar wood looking at the engraved words on the door.
"Go!" The sister pointed for emphasis.
Dashea cringed and grabbed the knob turning it just as a platinum-haired man hung up the phone. She stared in shock as she came face to face with the most handsome man that she had seen him her young life. The man looked regal sitting behind his desk with that long platinum gold hair pulled into a ponytail behind his back and piercing blue eyes. And to think, she thought that Dylan was pretty...she found herself blushing in spite of herself. She didn't even hear him call her name until Darien poked her nor when Sister Mary Irene entered behind her.
"These are the two I was talking to you about, Mr. Marquise."
"Yes...I see. Hello children...We have a lot of talking to do."
Thank god!!! Another chapter done!! Giggle Wasn't expect Zech huh...it only gets better!! Ja!!! Til next time....Sparky out
