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year and I now have officially SIX weeks to work on my fics!!!!! Aren't we
all happy? I actually live in Australia, so most people out there don't
have the same schedule as I do. But oh, well. Lucky for you guys! I was
already nearly done typing this up when holidays started, but I felt the
need to put in here anyways! HAPPY HOLIDAYS PEOPLE!!!
Symphony of Light ~*~Chapter One~*~ At Peacecraft Academy.
The Peacecraft Academy was huge! The classrooms were more like an lecture hall, more then 100 students could inside and the teachers had filled them up. Usagi was lucky her guide, Dorothy, knew her way around so well, or Usa would have been lost in those halls forever. Plus the added pressure of having to be introduced to everyone. It was no wonder her nerves were so frayed!
Thankfully the school had music lessons and art classes to make up for the endless emphasis placed on total pacifism. Usagi had to admit that she admire Relena Peacecraft - she was so sure and passionate about her beliefs in pacifism and so strong to go through so much for those beliefs - but she hated the fact that those beliefs were so close-minded when the girl had seen more than enough to open her mind. The War and Peace classes were a daily trial and most of the time Usagi found herself tuning out Relena's speeches and the teachers lectures to doodle in her notebook, to save herself from jumping up and speaking her mind loudly and passionately. She'd probably get expelled for the outburst, so she kept her temper and sketched till class ended.
When they had been fighting Galaxia and Chaos, and the senshi had willed their starseeds' to merge with hers, a small part of their personalities remained imprinted on her own. So when she had returned their starseeds', and everyone had been reborn, a small part of each of the senshi had stayed with her; Mercury's thirst for knowledge and love of water; Mars' unrelenting will to strive for and achieve her goals as well as a strange sixth sense that let her know odd things every now and again; from Jupiter she was given to ability to actually feel the weather and predict it, and her fear of thunder had abated and she actually enjoyed lightning storms (*shrug* go figure); Venus had left he with a new confidence in her self image and a new interest in sports; Uranus' love for speed and motorcycles; Neptune's ability to paint added to her own talent of sketching and a passion for classical music; Saturn's ability to heal , her tendency to remain quiet and judge her position in a conversation, which gave her a semi-mysterious disposition in the eyes of others; and from Pluto she had received calm and wisdom, and the tendency to have prophetic or clairvoyant dreams.
Coupled with lessons from Haruka and Michiru in the piano and violin, Music and Art classes were where Usagi excelled and loved the most. As a parting gift the outer senshi had given her the gift of a beautiful stained pine violin which had a roses wrapped around a crescent moon painted on it. And the inners had given her a new watch with a communicator built into it. It was only tiny; all silver, with the face of the watch was black with another rose painted in the center, small dots replaced the numbers, and the band was made of small, thick heart-shaped links separated by rectangles every other link.
Usagi was glad the girls understood that just because she was doing this it didn't mean that she didn't want to be friends with them anymore. It had been two weeks since she had arrived at the academy. Dorothy knew pretty much everyone so they were often stopped in the hallways to chat, though Usagi was sure she probably creped them out a little with her soul- searching grey-blue eyes and mysterious and strangely wise disposition. Dorothy had smirked as she commented on it once that; 'everyone expects you to be like the majority, and think of everyone else outside their circle as either a charity case that needs to see the light of their opinions, or a threat that wants to destroy them'. Apparently they had done the exact same thing with her, because her grandfather was an important official in the Romerfella foundation she was viewed as dangerous. But aside from being a little unpopular socially, Usagi was doing well in classes. She was keeping up in all classes and because she payed attention and was polite to her teachers all her instructors loved having her in class.
But the nights were different. Ever since Usagi had first met Luna she hadn't been the best the best of sleepers. But now with the clairvoyant dreams her nights were even more restless. Though the images were rarely of the present or immediate future (mostly the past of abstract scenes), they were all vivid and had her heart racing when she awoke. And after having one of those dreams Usagi found herself sketching it in her thick, thick, black sketchpad, just so she could get the images out of her head and get to sleep again.
But tonight that didn't help. A new page in her art book was filled with the dark strokes of her pencil showing the disturbing images her dream left with her. But the sequence of pictures still ran through her mind, making her blood run cold every time they did. Glancing at her clock, Usagi scowled and stood from her bed. She quickly threw on a discarded white sundress and grabbed her violin, ignoring the laughing red digits that glared 2:17 as she left the room.
The night air was rather warm as a cooling breeze was blowing in from the ocean not that far away. Using the strength and agility that came from being a sailor senshi the golden haired girl found herself on the rooftops of the academy, in particularly on the rooftop overlooking the main courtyard of the campus where people passed to enter the school. It was away from the dormitories, so she wouldn't wake anyone, and the light of the full moon overhead and behind her lit the landscape below in its beautiful silver light, illuminating everything and giving Usagi the most breathtaking view.
But for all the serenity and calm the picturesque scene held, the turbulent and disturbing dream still upset Usagi. Resting the violin on her shoulder, and adjusting her fingers over the strings, the young woman glided the bow across the strings, elegant beyond imagination as she drew from the instrument a beautiful and haunting melody. Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the flow of music, all thoughts, of dreams and other things, leaving her mind as she played the bittersweet tune that would not fail to touch anyone's heart.
***
It was nearly half past two by the time 5 male figures returned to the Peacecraft Academy. Even now after the war had ended, the five gundam pilots found themselves still found themselves fighting to maintain the still fragile peace that they had achieved. Heero Yuy, pilot of the gundam Wing had kept in touch with his mentor Dr J, and all 5 boys had been assigned to help countries still torn by the war and plagued by civil unrest to control their unruly citizens. That was where they had been tonight. Major hostilities had threatened to breakout in D-Land, a country renowned for it's numerous diamond mines (SM volume 1, act 4, Masquerade), and the boys were only returning now after sorting out the problem.
"Man, I'm beat!" Announced Duo Maxwell. Duo was pilot 02, and had owned the gundam Deathscythe Hell. Normally the boy was an endless bundle of hyperactive energy. His sparkling cobalt eyes and waist length braid gave his the appearance of a mischievous child and to the others misfortune Duo tended to act like one too. But even he was being worn down by the constant strain of peace keeping.
Wufei Chang, pilot 03 of the Gundam Alteron, was nearly the exact opposite of Duo. His sleek black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and his dark coloured eyes sparkled like polished obsidian stones against his naturally pale skin. Raised with a strong sense of justice, Duo's antics often angered the Chinese boy and led to an argument which was most often then not followed by a chase in which Wufei tried to sever Duo's braid.
Quatre Rabarba Winner, the heir of the Winner Family Corporation and the youngest of 30 children. His whole family were strong pacifists and the well-mannered boy was no exception. His light platinum blonde hair was neat and immaculate, blonde bangs fell over his forehead to just above his kind and sympathetic blue eyes. All in all, he looked like an angel and it was his kindness that balanced out Heero and Wufei's extreme behaviour.
Heero Yuy himself was quite a callous and dangerous man. He retained no memories of his birth parents - if they loved him or not - he only knew his 'foster father', an assassin named Odin Lowe. His earliest memories consisted of training to take life. And when Odin had died, young Heero had been taken in by Dr J, one of the inventers of the Gundam Mobil Suit. His callous and cold-blooded ways were encouraged, but his objection had changed from murder to protect the peace. It wasn't until Operation Meteor commenced and Heero met the other pilots did he begin to regain his humanity.
The last remaining Gundam pilot was 03; Trowa Barton. Trowa was the impassive member of the group; he wasn't loud like Duo, didn't have Wufei's temper of pride, nor Quatre's outgoing willingness to make friends with anyone and everyone, of Heero's cold and emotionless demeanour. And the reason for that was because of his past. Like Heero, Trowa didn't remember how he came into this war torn world. His parents were merely phantoms in the deep recesses of him mind, and his only family were the other pilots and the mobile suit engineers who had helped maintain Heavyarms. He had been raised on L3 and until he had stolen the name Trowa Barton he had simply been called Nanashi. No Name. He was the tallest of the 5 pilots, around 165 cm with incredibly perceptive emerald coloured eyes, one of which was hidden under his sweep of terracotta bangs. When he had first come to Earth in Operation M he had fallen in with a travelling Circus Troop to cover up his nightly espionage excursions. Trowa was a skilled acrobat with amazing poise which came in handy when completing missions.
"We still have class in the morning," Quatre pointed out as they entered the school. "We should really get some sleep, or we won't be able to get up in time."
"Tell me about it! I'm so tired I'm hearing things." A whisper of a beautiful melody played on the breeze and the braided pilot found himself humming along.
"That's not your imagination, Duo." Said Quatre.
"I hear it as well." Heero spoke up. The boys walked on, the music getting louder, as they searched for the source of the beautiful sound.
Trowa found her first, stopping dead in his tracks as his emerald eyes froze on the beautiful figure. Outlined in moonlight stood a young woman, violin held to her neck as she played the haunting tune which held him captivated. The breeze picked up her hair making it twist and dance sensually around her face. A sundress hung over her slim figure, also dancing in the breeze and exposing incredibly long legs. With the moon behind her, Trowa couldn't make out her face, but the very sight of her, glowing in the moonlight and looking every bit like a wraith, captivated him. The notes of the song wrapped around him like a cord and drew him towards the player like a fish to a hooked real.
Duo glanced over at Trowa and blinked. The man was just standing there, eyes wide, lips slightly parted and staring at something. "Yo, Tro-man!" He called to the out of it boy as he waved his hand in front of Trowa's eyes. But the emerald-eyed boy's only response was to close his mouth and swallow before his lips parted again, his eyes still locked on the wraith-player. Quatre, Heero and Wufei all glanced over, curious. Duo, getting no answers from Trowa, followed the other boy's gaze and found his own jaw dropping.
"Holy Babe Alert!!" He barely managed to squeak out. The others turned to see what Trowa and Duo were staring at. Ladies and gentlemen, all three boys - yes, even the emotionless Perfect Soldier and the sexist Justice Dragon - ogled at the beautiful apparition. Time seemed to slow as they stared at the woman, and just like Trowa the hauntingly beautiful motes of the song wrapped around them, enticing them. They were all enraptured by the music, unable to tear their gaze from the angelic player. Hours seemed to pass as the boys stood, entranced by the scene, before the melody came to an end. The figure stood, violin still held ready, for what seemed like an age before the player turned and the moonlight seemed to flare, completely engulfing the figure in it's glow, before it faded, leaving no trace of the woman who had stood there just seconds before.
The group of boys blinked, stirring from their trance. Confused they looked towards the others.
"Did that just."
"I think so." Quatre replied to Duo's half started sentence.
"Who was she?" Trowa asked, a strange feeling he couldn't quite identify staying with him as whispers of the melody still echoed inside his head.
"It's impossible to tell for sure; visibility was next to zero and the light source was behind her." Heero stated, not quite sure what had happened.
"The best thing to do right now is get some sleep. We're all tired from the mission and we can think clearer after some rest." Wufei shrugged and started walking off in the direction of their dorms. The others gave some form of affirmation before following him, each wrapped in their own sleep fogged thoughts.
Only Trowa stayed behind, staring at the place where the woman had stood, before shaking himself out of his thoughts and returning to his dorm. But he couldn't shake the players appearance out of his head. As he lay in bed half an hour later, visions of her still plagued his mind as he drifted to sleep.
***TBC***
Well.. What did you think? I'm not too sure about the ending, but please review and tell me what you think. Also remember to VOTE FOR WHICH FIC YOU WANT CONTINUED!!! Because as much as I like all my fics, I only have so much time to work on them. Sorry. But that's the way it is.
So far 'The Warrior in Black' is winning, but like I said, I'm going to post the second chapters of all my fics before the polls close.
Symphony of Light ~*~Chapter One~*~ At Peacecraft Academy.
The Peacecraft Academy was huge! The classrooms were more like an lecture hall, more then 100 students could inside and the teachers had filled them up. Usagi was lucky her guide, Dorothy, knew her way around so well, or Usa would have been lost in those halls forever. Plus the added pressure of having to be introduced to everyone. It was no wonder her nerves were so frayed!
Thankfully the school had music lessons and art classes to make up for the endless emphasis placed on total pacifism. Usagi had to admit that she admire Relena Peacecraft - she was so sure and passionate about her beliefs in pacifism and so strong to go through so much for those beliefs - but she hated the fact that those beliefs were so close-minded when the girl had seen more than enough to open her mind. The War and Peace classes were a daily trial and most of the time Usagi found herself tuning out Relena's speeches and the teachers lectures to doodle in her notebook, to save herself from jumping up and speaking her mind loudly and passionately. She'd probably get expelled for the outburst, so she kept her temper and sketched till class ended.
When they had been fighting Galaxia and Chaos, and the senshi had willed their starseeds' to merge with hers, a small part of their personalities remained imprinted on her own. So when she had returned their starseeds', and everyone had been reborn, a small part of each of the senshi had stayed with her; Mercury's thirst for knowledge and love of water; Mars' unrelenting will to strive for and achieve her goals as well as a strange sixth sense that let her know odd things every now and again; from Jupiter she was given to ability to actually feel the weather and predict it, and her fear of thunder had abated and she actually enjoyed lightning storms (*shrug* go figure); Venus had left he with a new confidence in her self image and a new interest in sports; Uranus' love for speed and motorcycles; Neptune's ability to paint added to her own talent of sketching and a passion for classical music; Saturn's ability to heal , her tendency to remain quiet and judge her position in a conversation, which gave her a semi-mysterious disposition in the eyes of others; and from Pluto she had received calm and wisdom, and the tendency to have prophetic or clairvoyant dreams.
Coupled with lessons from Haruka and Michiru in the piano and violin, Music and Art classes were where Usagi excelled and loved the most. As a parting gift the outer senshi had given her the gift of a beautiful stained pine violin which had a roses wrapped around a crescent moon painted on it. And the inners had given her a new watch with a communicator built into it. It was only tiny; all silver, with the face of the watch was black with another rose painted in the center, small dots replaced the numbers, and the band was made of small, thick heart-shaped links separated by rectangles every other link.
Usagi was glad the girls understood that just because she was doing this it didn't mean that she didn't want to be friends with them anymore. It had been two weeks since she had arrived at the academy. Dorothy knew pretty much everyone so they were often stopped in the hallways to chat, though Usagi was sure she probably creped them out a little with her soul- searching grey-blue eyes and mysterious and strangely wise disposition. Dorothy had smirked as she commented on it once that; 'everyone expects you to be like the majority, and think of everyone else outside their circle as either a charity case that needs to see the light of their opinions, or a threat that wants to destroy them'. Apparently they had done the exact same thing with her, because her grandfather was an important official in the Romerfella foundation she was viewed as dangerous. But aside from being a little unpopular socially, Usagi was doing well in classes. She was keeping up in all classes and because she payed attention and was polite to her teachers all her instructors loved having her in class.
But the nights were different. Ever since Usagi had first met Luna she hadn't been the best the best of sleepers. But now with the clairvoyant dreams her nights were even more restless. Though the images were rarely of the present or immediate future (mostly the past of abstract scenes), they were all vivid and had her heart racing when she awoke. And after having one of those dreams Usagi found herself sketching it in her thick, thick, black sketchpad, just so she could get the images out of her head and get to sleep again.
But tonight that didn't help. A new page in her art book was filled with the dark strokes of her pencil showing the disturbing images her dream left with her. But the sequence of pictures still ran through her mind, making her blood run cold every time they did. Glancing at her clock, Usagi scowled and stood from her bed. She quickly threw on a discarded white sundress and grabbed her violin, ignoring the laughing red digits that glared 2:17 as she left the room.
The night air was rather warm as a cooling breeze was blowing in from the ocean not that far away. Using the strength and agility that came from being a sailor senshi the golden haired girl found herself on the rooftops of the academy, in particularly on the rooftop overlooking the main courtyard of the campus where people passed to enter the school. It was away from the dormitories, so she wouldn't wake anyone, and the light of the full moon overhead and behind her lit the landscape below in its beautiful silver light, illuminating everything and giving Usagi the most breathtaking view.
But for all the serenity and calm the picturesque scene held, the turbulent and disturbing dream still upset Usagi. Resting the violin on her shoulder, and adjusting her fingers over the strings, the young woman glided the bow across the strings, elegant beyond imagination as she drew from the instrument a beautiful and haunting melody. Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the flow of music, all thoughts, of dreams and other things, leaving her mind as she played the bittersweet tune that would not fail to touch anyone's heart.
***
It was nearly half past two by the time 5 male figures returned to the Peacecraft Academy. Even now after the war had ended, the five gundam pilots found themselves still found themselves fighting to maintain the still fragile peace that they had achieved. Heero Yuy, pilot of the gundam Wing had kept in touch with his mentor Dr J, and all 5 boys had been assigned to help countries still torn by the war and plagued by civil unrest to control their unruly citizens. That was where they had been tonight. Major hostilities had threatened to breakout in D-Land, a country renowned for it's numerous diamond mines (SM volume 1, act 4, Masquerade), and the boys were only returning now after sorting out the problem.
"Man, I'm beat!" Announced Duo Maxwell. Duo was pilot 02, and had owned the gundam Deathscythe Hell. Normally the boy was an endless bundle of hyperactive energy. His sparkling cobalt eyes and waist length braid gave his the appearance of a mischievous child and to the others misfortune Duo tended to act like one too. But even he was being worn down by the constant strain of peace keeping.
Wufei Chang, pilot 03 of the Gundam Alteron, was nearly the exact opposite of Duo. His sleek black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and his dark coloured eyes sparkled like polished obsidian stones against his naturally pale skin. Raised with a strong sense of justice, Duo's antics often angered the Chinese boy and led to an argument which was most often then not followed by a chase in which Wufei tried to sever Duo's braid.
Quatre Rabarba Winner, the heir of the Winner Family Corporation and the youngest of 30 children. His whole family were strong pacifists and the well-mannered boy was no exception. His light platinum blonde hair was neat and immaculate, blonde bangs fell over his forehead to just above his kind and sympathetic blue eyes. All in all, he looked like an angel and it was his kindness that balanced out Heero and Wufei's extreme behaviour.
Heero Yuy himself was quite a callous and dangerous man. He retained no memories of his birth parents - if they loved him or not - he only knew his 'foster father', an assassin named Odin Lowe. His earliest memories consisted of training to take life. And when Odin had died, young Heero had been taken in by Dr J, one of the inventers of the Gundam Mobil Suit. His callous and cold-blooded ways were encouraged, but his objection had changed from murder to protect the peace. It wasn't until Operation Meteor commenced and Heero met the other pilots did he begin to regain his humanity.
The last remaining Gundam pilot was 03; Trowa Barton. Trowa was the impassive member of the group; he wasn't loud like Duo, didn't have Wufei's temper of pride, nor Quatre's outgoing willingness to make friends with anyone and everyone, of Heero's cold and emotionless demeanour. And the reason for that was because of his past. Like Heero, Trowa didn't remember how he came into this war torn world. His parents were merely phantoms in the deep recesses of him mind, and his only family were the other pilots and the mobile suit engineers who had helped maintain Heavyarms. He had been raised on L3 and until he had stolen the name Trowa Barton he had simply been called Nanashi. No Name. He was the tallest of the 5 pilots, around 165 cm with incredibly perceptive emerald coloured eyes, one of which was hidden under his sweep of terracotta bangs. When he had first come to Earth in Operation M he had fallen in with a travelling Circus Troop to cover up his nightly espionage excursions. Trowa was a skilled acrobat with amazing poise which came in handy when completing missions.
"We still have class in the morning," Quatre pointed out as they entered the school. "We should really get some sleep, or we won't be able to get up in time."
"Tell me about it! I'm so tired I'm hearing things." A whisper of a beautiful melody played on the breeze and the braided pilot found himself humming along.
"That's not your imagination, Duo." Said Quatre.
"I hear it as well." Heero spoke up. The boys walked on, the music getting louder, as they searched for the source of the beautiful sound.
Trowa found her first, stopping dead in his tracks as his emerald eyes froze on the beautiful figure. Outlined in moonlight stood a young woman, violin held to her neck as she played the haunting tune which held him captivated. The breeze picked up her hair making it twist and dance sensually around her face. A sundress hung over her slim figure, also dancing in the breeze and exposing incredibly long legs. With the moon behind her, Trowa couldn't make out her face, but the very sight of her, glowing in the moonlight and looking every bit like a wraith, captivated him. The notes of the song wrapped around him like a cord and drew him towards the player like a fish to a hooked real.
Duo glanced over at Trowa and blinked. The man was just standing there, eyes wide, lips slightly parted and staring at something. "Yo, Tro-man!" He called to the out of it boy as he waved his hand in front of Trowa's eyes. But the emerald-eyed boy's only response was to close his mouth and swallow before his lips parted again, his eyes still locked on the wraith-player. Quatre, Heero and Wufei all glanced over, curious. Duo, getting no answers from Trowa, followed the other boy's gaze and found his own jaw dropping.
"Holy Babe Alert!!" He barely managed to squeak out. The others turned to see what Trowa and Duo were staring at. Ladies and gentlemen, all three boys - yes, even the emotionless Perfect Soldier and the sexist Justice Dragon - ogled at the beautiful apparition. Time seemed to slow as they stared at the woman, and just like Trowa the hauntingly beautiful motes of the song wrapped around them, enticing them. They were all enraptured by the music, unable to tear their gaze from the angelic player. Hours seemed to pass as the boys stood, entranced by the scene, before the melody came to an end. The figure stood, violin still held ready, for what seemed like an age before the player turned and the moonlight seemed to flare, completely engulfing the figure in it's glow, before it faded, leaving no trace of the woman who had stood there just seconds before.
The group of boys blinked, stirring from their trance. Confused they looked towards the others.
"Did that just."
"I think so." Quatre replied to Duo's half started sentence.
"Who was she?" Trowa asked, a strange feeling he couldn't quite identify staying with him as whispers of the melody still echoed inside his head.
"It's impossible to tell for sure; visibility was next to zero and the light source was behind her." Heero stated, not quite sure what had happened.
"The best thing to do right now is get some sleep. We're all tired from the mission and we can think clearer after some rest." Wufei shrugged and started walking off in the direction of their dorms. The others gave some form of affirmation before following him, each wrapped in their own sleep fogged thoughts.
Only Trowa stayed behind, staring at the place where the woman had stood, before shaking himself out of his thoughts and returning to his dorm. But he couldn't shake the players appearance out of his head. As he lay in bed half an hour later, visions of her still plagued his mind as he drifted to sleep.
***TBC***
Well.. What did you think? I'm not too sure about the ending, but please review and tell me what you think. Also remember to VOTE FOR WHICH FIC YOU WANT CONTINUED!!! Because as much as I like all my fics, I only have so much time to work on them. Sorry. But that's the way it is.
So far 'The Warrior in Black' is winning, but like I said, I'm going to post the second chapters of all my fics before the polls close.