Shinigami- A Child Of War
I am a child of war. Duo Maxwell at your service. I guess I was born somewhere, sometime, and to some one, but I don't remember anything. I know I was orphaned and tossed into the cruel, hard and unforgiving life that is the streets.
The streets are harsh, and that is putting it lightly. I was forced to work the corner to get the bread on the table for my 'family'. We all took turns, but I was a favorite of the customers. Long hair and what most old men would call a pretty face, made me look like a girl.
I kept my hair long for Solo. He said it was my trademark. I was named after him too. Life was as good as street life could possibly get. One day, a plague struck the colony L-2. I lived while everyone died, Solo in my arms. I didn't cry. Boys don't cry.
I wandered the streets for days, stealing for my keep. One day, I picked the wrong pocket. The man I stole from was a priest. The most revered and loved. Father Maxwell.
I stole from him, knocked him down and ran. I didn't know what I stole, but I still ran like the coward I am. The next time I saw him, he caught me, and invited me back to the church. I don't know why, perhaps it was fate, swinging her ever ready scissors and threads of life to meddle in peoples lives, but I went. Here I met Sister Helen. She was beautiful. Her big brown eyes and lovely smile lit up her kind face. She reminded me of the man in my dreams. I didn't know a man could be beautiful, until I saw him in my dreams. He had cobalt blue eyes and thick chocolate hair. I wanted to meet him.
She TRIED to cut my hair. Key word here: Tried. She couldn't get within a 15 meter radius of me with out me running away. Finally, she braided my hair, and since then, nobody has seen me with my hair down except her.
I wore priest clothing and went to school. I got laughed at and teased. I no longer was a happy child. Father Maxwell ans Sister Helen tried to console me, but to no avail.
Then, without warning, while I was at school, the church was bombed. No survivors. I cried. I had found my families remains. Father Maxwell was charred, but Sister Helen was as beautiful as the day I first saw her. I found myself thinking about my dream man. Sister Helen had an envelope in her hands addressed to me. I opened it and read it.
Dearest child, Duo
We knew the church would be bombed. We didn't know when, but we couldn't abandon the church. We put our lives into it, and with out it, we would have died anyway. I am sorry to have left you alone dear Duo. The cross in the envelope is for you. Please carry it forever and until your grave. We love you child.
Father Maxwell, Sister Helen.
Now I am Shinigami. Don't try to get close to me. I kill all those who love me. I know now that I will never cry again. Ever.
I still have the letter, though it's edges are frayed and torn from so many readings. I will carry it to my burial which cannot come fast enough. I know they would scold me for thinking such things, especially Sister Helen, but I need release. I need to die. My body is worn fromt he training and I am a broken spirit.
I did find my dream man. He's, lets see, suicidal? He jumps out of a building 100 stroies up after being shot twice by me, and self destructs. What am I talking about? I can't even do that right. I should take lessons. He ignores me, calls me baka, pulls my braid, but I love him. He is my one and only. My Heero Yuy.
Duo Maxwell, Shinigami.
Well, what about this? I like it personally. I got bored in LA class. Poor Duo-chan! My poor Duo. Well, things get better. Angsty Q- man(Quatre), Trowa, and Poofy Wufie(Wufei).
Chibi Hot Angel
I am a child of war. Duo Maxwell at your service. I guess I was born somewhere, sometime, and to some one, but I don't remember anything. I know I was orphaned and tossed into the cruel, hard and unforgiving life that is the streets.
The streets are harsh, and that is putting it lightly. I was forced to work the corner to get the bread on the table for my 'family'. We all took turns, but I was a favorite of the customers. Long hair and what most old men would call a pretty face, made me look like a girl.
I kept my hair long for Solo. He said it was my trademark. I was named after him too. Life was as good as street life could possibly get. One day, a plague struck the colony L-2. I lived while everyone died, Solo in my arms. I didn't cry. Boys don't cry.
I wandered the streets for days, stealing for my keep. One day, I picked the wrong pocket. The man I stole from was a priest. The most revered and loved. Father Maxwell.
I stole from him, knocked him down and ran. I didn't know what I stole, but I still ran like the coward I am. The next time I saw him, he caught me, and invited me back to the church. I don't know why, perhaps it was fate, swinging her ever ready scissors and threads of life to meddle in peoples lives, but I went. Here I met Sister Helen. She was beautiful. Her big brown eyes and lovely smile lit up her kind face. She reminded me of the man in my dreams. I didn't know a man could be beautiful, until I saw him in my dreams. He had cobalt blue eyes and thick chocolate hair. I wanted to meet him.
She TRIED to cut my hair. Key word here: Tried. She couldn't get within a 15 meter radius of me with out me running away. Finally, she braided my hair, and since then, nobody has seen me with my hair down except her.
I wore priest clothing and went to school. I got laughed at and teased. I no longer was a happy child. Father Maxwell ans Sister Helen tried to console me, but to no avail.
Then, without warning, while I was at school, the church was bombed. No survivors. I cried. I had found my families remains. Father Maxwell was charred, but Sister Helen was as beautiful as the day I first saw her. I found myself thinking about my dream man. Sister Helen had an envelope in her hands addressed to me. I opened it and read it.
Dearest child, Duo
We knew the church would be bombed. We didn't know when, but we couldn't abandon the church. We put our lives into it, and with out it, we would have died anyway. I am sorry to have left you alone dear Duo. The cross in the envelope is for you. Please carry it forever and until your grave. We love you child.
Father Maxwell, Sister Helen.
Now I am Shinigami. Don't try to get close to me. I kill all those who love me. I know now that I will never cry again. Ever.
I still have the letter, though it's edges are frayed and torn from so many readings. I will carry it to my burial which cannot come fast enough. I know they would scold me for thinking such things, especially Sister Helen, but I need release. I need to die. My body is worn fromt he training and I am a broken spirit.
I did find my dream man. He's, lets see, suicidal? He jumps out of a building 100 stroies up after being shot twice by me, and self destructs. What am I talking about? I can't even do that right. I should take lessons. He ignores me, calls me baka, pulls my braid, but I love him. He is my one and only. My Heero Yuy.
Duo Maxwell, Shinigami.
Well, what about this? I like it personally. I got bored in LA class. Poor Duo-chan! My poor Duo. Well, things get better. Angsty Q- man(Quatre), Trowa, and Poofy Wufie(Wufei).
Chibi Hot Angel