Chapter 1
People come and people go, I have seen many and I know how it feels to have
some one pushed out of your life. It seems like there was a point where
life was meaningful and the next second there would be rapid gasps of air
for dear life. I have seen the point and I have experienced the point of
total silence.
He acted like he didn't notice me that day, my partner in crime, Dominic. I knew that the only thing I could have done was fend for myself. Fend for something that never existed, my life. It was the least I could have done since I did have an ill father and 3 brothers to protect. It was the least, and I would have died earlier but even death had ways of cheating at me.
"Listen, Middie, I know you would give two shits for this thing you call trust and remorse...but I wouldn't." He sputtered at me with a cigarette butt poking out of the black hole etched on his face.
"Whatever."
"Listen you little bitch, if you want the money you're going to have to steal from the bank eventually. Pickpocketing is the first step, he paused and threw his cigarette butt from the window of the driver's seat, obviously we were in a car, I don't know if you can make a decent living off o' people's wallets."
"Listen Dominic, it's fucking bad enough I have to steal to defend my family, but stealing from the bank is even worse than pickpocketing."
He pointed at a silver encrusted emblem shining brightly ontop of a blue and gold sign,the bank sign, then pulled out another cigarette from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth. A light of a flame flickered in front of my eyes as he put it up to the back end of the cigarette. The light flickered for a few seconds and absorbed the cluster of tar. I rolled my eyes as I saw his face flicker with the same evil delight as the demon about on his lips.
"Ok Middie Une, what do you want to steal today?"
I rolled my eyes and looked out from the passenger's seat with a sad look dripping from my eye lids, "Nothing, I just want to die."
"Good." I felt a hard metal touch the side of my head.
"Go a head fire, I wanted to lift the burden anyway." I felt a sharp thrust hit the side of my head. Yet, no red draping seeping from my head.
"Sorry Miss Une, but I am out of bullets."
"Just fucking great...." I said with a sigh, not just a normal sigh though. A deep and sad sigh. As I have said before, death cheats at me.
"Get out."
"Huh?"
"Get the fucking hell out! I don't want you working with me if you're going to have hissy fits about dying! Don't tell the police I wanted to shoot you or else I'm gonna come back and next time I'm gonna have bullets!" He floored the car from the parked spot as he pushed me out of it. I hit the ground like a rock and walked a way from my life. My job. The only person who even hung out with me or even gave me a bit of support. It was hard for a man ill and 3 little brothers to give you the extra lift you needed when things looked grim.
I shuffled down the streets with a grim look. I tried to smile again but when life was a road that wouldn't ever end the walk would be long and strenuous.
I passed by a cold looking man with no expression on his face. His eyes were narrow and his hair in a neat bang like fashion. I couldn't help but notice his appearance for he was the tallest among the crowd. The tallest, and wearing an emotionless mask.
A cold breeze brushed between us as I walked and walked not knowing where my next destionation would end up. Where I would be next.
He stopped in the middle of the walk as his rhythm of steps halted. He patted my shoulder gently as if to say hello but his words were limited. I felt speechless, lost in the wind for a second but I shook myself out of my dream and regained concious of what I was doing.
"Uh...hi." He felt familiar almost like someone I had met before in a strange dream someone I had seen before but I couldn't remember past the fog of my pickpocketing days. I remembered....'Wait no name wait!!!!' My memory faded instantly. "No name?"
"Hello again Middie Une, hello again."
"Hello...no name..."
"I do have a name, he paused and shoved his hands in his pockets, Trowa...Trowa Barton."
"Ooh, ummm, hello Trowa." The name triggered in my mind. He wasn't Trowa Barton. Trowa Barton was killed by another and mysteriously reappeared again..."You aren't the real Trowa Barton are you?"
He hesitated, and answered me with a blank stare. I could feel the cold whisk in from the artic winds as we stood in the middle of a busy street staring at each other again for the first time. For the first time the war had ended.
"Where are your transmitters, or did I shoot the last ones?"
"I don't work as a spy anymore. I don't care for it. Not since you left me because of it."
"I didn't leave you because you were a spy. I'm quiet, not shallow. I left because I felt I had to go somewhere. Somewhere far away with a companion." He spoke with no energy in his voice, a monotone. I didn't understand what he had uttered through his cold lips but, I could sense it. I could sense that he was involved with things he shouldn't have known.
It suddenly hit me, Trowa Barton, he was sent to go out to battle in the Gundam Heavy arms...yet he had been rumoured to have been killed. No name, he had taken the Gundam as his own "companion" he had fought for rights and fought for something...thought for something that had never existed. Freedom.
"You were a Gundam pilot weren't you?" I asked with a cold gleam in my eyes. I could feel a chill slip up my spine and into my head. The cold sensation boggled me with a blind sense of being in a secluded area and memories flooding into my head about the Gundams every where on the planet. Everywhere...and causing trouble. Trouble for OZ.
He answered again with silence and looked up at the sky. "It's snowing." I knew it was snowing, I knew it ever since we were talking, he had just wanted to change the conversation. Change where things were going. No where. Yet, I didn't let him.
"Answer me."
"No."
No one had said "no" the way he had said it before in my life. So cold, but with no emotions attached to it like most people said it. He said it like he didn't understand what he was going through himself. He said no like there was no tomorrow and life was just useless. But I had to laugh...he now had a past a life, a name but he missed the most important thing that humans needed. Guilt, which he still did not own. Guilt that hung and leeched from every person's head like a cold did to it's victum. Guilt that ran through a person's veins like that of the crimson liquor.
"Okay, so what have you been up to?"
"Nothing much." It was hard dealing a conversation, when conversation was like talking to a wall. A conversation that lead to no where. But I had always thought that no where was my home, where it was freedom...forever and eternity. No one to bug you or nothing to hold you down, no where seemed like a heaven. Where nothing could hold me back.
He acted like he didn't notice me that day, my partner in crime, Dominic. I knew that the only thing I could have done was fend for myself. Fend for something that never existed, my life. It was the least I could have done since I did have an ill father and 3 brothers to protect. It was the least, and I would have died earlier but even death had ways of cheating at me.
"Listen, Middie, I know you would give two shits for this thing you call trust and remorse...but I wouldn't." He sputtered at me with a cigarette butt poking out of the black hole etched on his face.
"Whatever."
"Listen you little bitch, if you want the money you're going to have to steal from the bank eventually. Pickpocketing is the first step, he paused and threw his cigarette butt from the window of the driver's seat, obviously we were in a car, I don't know if you can make a decent living off o' people's wallets."
"Listen Dominic, it's fucking bad enough I have to steal to defend my family, but stealing from the bank is even worse than pickpocketing."
He pointed at a silver encrusted emblem shining brightly ontop of a blue and gold sign,the bank sign, then pulled out another cigarette from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth. A light of a flame flickered in front of my eyes as he put it up to the back end of the cigarette. The light flickered for a few seconds and absorbed the cluster of tar. I rolled my eyes as I saw his face flicker with the same evil delight as the demon about on his lips.
"Ok Middie Une, what do you want to steal today?"
I rolled my eyes and looked out from the passenger's seat with a sad look dripping from my eye lids, "Nothing, I just want to die."
"Good." I felt a hard metal touch the side of my head.
"Go a head fire, I wanted to lift the burden anyway." I felt a sharp thrust hit the side of my head. Yet, no red draping seeping from my head.
"Sorry Miss Une, but I am out of bullets."
"Just fucking great...." I said with a sigh, not just a normal sigh though. A deep and sad sigh. As I have said before, death cheats at me.
"Get out."
"Huh?"
"Get the fucking hell out! I don't want you working with me if you're going to have hissy fits about dying! Don't tell the police I wanted to shoot you or else I'm gonna come back and next time I'm gonna have bullets!" He floored the car from the parked spot as he pushed me out of it. I hit the ground like a rock and walked a way from my life. My job. The only person who even hung out with me or even gave me a bit of support. It was hard for a man ill and 3 little brothers to give you the extra lift you needed when things looked grim.
I shuffled down the streets with a grim look. I tried to smile again but when life was a road that wouldn't ever end the walk would be long and strenuous.
I passed by a cold looking man with no expression on his face. His eyes were narrow and his hair in a neat bang like fashion. I couldn't help but notice his appearance for he was the tallest among the crowd. The tallest, and wearing an emotionless mask.
A cold breeze brushed between us as I walked and walked not knowing where my next destionation would end up. Where I would be next.
He stopped in the middle of the walk as his rhythm of steps halted. He patted my shoulder gently as if to say hello but his words were limited. I felt speechless, lost in the wind for a second but I shook myself out of my dream and regained concious of what I was doing.
"Uh...hi." He felt familiar almost like someone I had met before in a strange dream someone I had seen before but I couldn't remember past the fog of my pickpocketing days. I remembered....'Wait no name wait!!!!' My memory faded instantly. "No name?"
"Hello again Middie Une, hello again."
"Hello...no name..."
"I do have a name, he paused and shoved his hands in his pockets, Trowa...Trowa Barton."
"Ooh, ummm, hello Trowa." The name triggered in my mind. He wasn't Trowa Barton. Trowa Barton was killed by another and mysteriously reappeared again..."You aren't the real Trowa Barton are you?"
He hesitated, and answered me with a blank stare. I could feel the cold whisk in from the artic winds as we stood in the middle of a busy street staring at each other again for the first time. For the first time the war had ended.
"Where are your transmitters, or did I shoot the last ones?"
"I don't work as a spy anymore. I don't care for it. Not since you left me because of it."
"I didn't leave you because you were a spy. I'm quiet, not shallow. I left because I felt I had to go somewhere. Somewhere far away with a companion." He spoke with no energy in his voice, a monotone. I didn't understand what he had uttered through his cold lips but, I could sense it. I could sense that he was involved with things he shouldn't have known.
It suddenly hit me, Trowa Barton, he was sent to go out to battle in the Gundam Heavy arms...yet he had been rumoured to have been killed. No name, he had taken the Gundam as his own "companion" he had fought for rights and fought for something...thought for something that had never existed. Freedom.
"You were a Gundam pilot weren't you?" I asked with a cold gleam in my eyes. I could feel a chill slip up my spine and into my head. The cold sensation boggled me with a blind sense of being in a secluded area and memories flooding into my head about the Gundams every where on the planet. Everywhere...and causing trouble. Trouble for OZ.
He answered again with silence and looked up at the sky. "It's snowing." I knew it was snowing, I knew it ever since we were talking, he had just wanted to change the conversation. Change where things were going. No where. Yet, I didn't let him.
"Answer me."
"No."
No one had said "no" the way he had said it before in my life. So cold, but with no emotions attached to it like most people said it. He said it like he didn't understand what he was going through himself. He said no like there was no tomorrow and life was just useless. But I had to laugh...he now had a past a life, a name but he missed the most important thing that humans needed. Guilt, which he still did not own. Guilt that hung and leeched from every person's head like a cold did to it's victum. Guilt that ran through a person's veins like that of the crimson liquor.
"Okay, so what have you been up to?"
"Nothing much." It was hard dealing a conversation, when conversation was like talking to a wall. A conversation that lead to no where. But I had always thought that no where was my home, where it was freedom...forever and eternity. No one to bug you or nothing to hold you down, no where seemed like a heaven. Where nothing could hold me back.