Authors Note: For those of you who are confused about this story idea
here's some material to clear it up for you. A friend of mine (she keeps
changing her pen name, me thinks it's Ice Puppet right now) and I started
and restarted this RP many a time. I loved the story so much I had to put
it down on paper. But of course, my memory being what it is I couldn't
remember it exactly. So I decided, heck, I'll just re-write it. Lotsa the
new character basically because I had one basic job in the RP, Mya.... ^^;
And yes, there WILL be romance, quite a bit of it actually. (shup Moomba
it's not that funny -.-)
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New Gundam Chronicle Dragon Wing
Chapter 7- The Color of Death
Stretching her arms out Mya woke up from a well-deserved night of rest. Staring out the window she saw many happy people enjoying their day. They wouldn't be so happy if they knew how badly the gundams were losing in this new war. Getting up Mya slowly moved into her closet to get changed for classes.
Later that morning Mya sat outside basking in the radiant warmth of the bright golden sun. She closed her eyes and images started flying through her head as she drifted off to sleep.
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A small girl of about three years of age grasped her father's hand tightly. He was talking to associates of his as the girl looked around at the scenery. A beautiful pink butterfly fluttered past, and the child took after it. A minute later the butterfly was gone and the little girl ran back to where she had left her father. Oddly there were many people crowded in the small spot.
The child pushed to get through the mob; she even had to crawl between a few people's legs. There was her father lying on the ground. He wouldn't move. The girl's eyes swelled up with tears. She tugged on his arm, trying anything to get him to get up. Anything...
Mya shot up, eyes wide and breathing hard. The mental image of the butterfly was trapped in her mind. Shaking she lay her head in her hands to try and quake her fear. She must have dozed off for a few minutes, as everyone was starting to head off to their next class. Pulling herself up Mya settled down. "No reason to get shaken over a dream..." And so she walked to her English class.
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Sitting in her chair Mya was still recovering from the shock of her dream. With one ear she listened to her teacher talk about the story they were suppose to have read. "'Masque of the Red Death' by Edgar Allan Poe." The teacher walked around collecting reports. "A king who built a fort to escape the disease of the red death. In this case the color red stands for the color of death. Miss Nattar, is something the matter?"
"Um, no sir.... I just-"
"You look a bit shaken, talk to me after class."
Great, just great. This is the last thing I need, Mya thought. He's going to be all "What's wrong?" and "Oh, I know just how you feel." As soon as the bell rung Mya snuck out with the swarm of kids ready to go to lunch. Grabbing her lunch Mya found where the rest of the pilots were sitting, a small table out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria. She slowly took a seat next to Quatre. "Good afternoon Miss Mya." he greeted her.
"Hi Quatre, if you see our English teacher can you tell me?"
"On the run onna?" WuFei gave her a look of disapproval.
"If that means I want to get out of a talk that is most likely to end in "here's the number of a good counselor I know". Yeah, I am." Mya then returned to talking to Quatre. "I hope I'm not out of place here."
"I'm sure it's fine with the-"
"Well Quatre, you do have to admit.... it looks kinda funny with only one girl at the table." Duo said. Wrapping his arm around Mya then added with a smile. "Now, if you wanted to me to vouch as your boyfri-"
"I'll leave then." Mya shoved Duo to the other end of the table and started getting up. As soon as she did Heero and Trowa returned from the history room.
"Done already?" Trowa inquired.
"I was just going..." she quickly replied, not wanting to get caught up in an argument while everyone in the student body would be watching.
"They're not bullying you into leaving are they?" Heero asked.
"Well, it does look a little weird with one girl sitting at a guys table doesn't it?" Duo wanted to know.
"Doesn't it look even weirder if one girl is leaving a guys table?" the American pilot was hit with a cold stare. "...She can stay if she wants." And with that Duo shut up and Mya sat back down with Heero on the other side of her.
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DW: R&R peeps! Had enough yet? I thought as much. I STILL don't own anything... but I might be will to trade the rights to Mya for the Slayers Next DVD box set....
Mya: After everything I did for you?!
You didn't do anything for me....
Mya: Oh, right.... well then... carry on.
Oh right... and what is that? The preview for chapter 6 was misleading? Well SORRY I can't write up to your very high expectations.... -.- For your extended reading pleasure I will make this next chapter extra long (I hope), just for you whiners... you lucky devils you!
New Gundam Chronicle Dragon Wing
Chapter 7- The Color of Death
Stretching her arms out Mya woke up from a well-deserved night of rest. Staring out the window she saw many happy people enjoying their day. They wouldn't be so happy if they knew how badly the gundams were losing in this new war. Getting up Mya slowly moved into her closet to get changed for classes.
Later that morning Mya sat outside basking in the radiant warmth of the bright golden sun. She closed her eyes and images started flying through her head as she drifted off to sleep.
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A small girl of about three years of age grasped her father's hand tightly. He was talking to associates of his as the girl looked around at the scenery. A beautiful pink butterfly fluttered past, and the child took after it. A minute later the butterfly was gone and the little girl ran back to where she had left her father. Oddly there were many people crowded in the small spot.
The child pushed to get through the mob; she even had to crawl between a few people's legs. There was her father lying on the ground. He wouldn't move. The girl's eyes swelled up with tears. She tugged on his arm, trying anything to get him to get up. Anything...
Mya shot up, eyes wide and breathing hard. The mental image of the butterfly was trapped in her mind. Shaking she lay her head in her hands to try and quake her fear. She must have dozed off for a few minutes, as everyone was starting to head off to their next class. Pulling herself up Mya settled down. "No reason to get shaken over a dream..." And so she walked to her English class.
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Sitting in her chair Mya was still recovering from the shock of her dream. With one ear she listened to her teacher talk about the story they were suppose to have read. "'Masque of the Red Death' by Edgar Allan Poe." The teacher walked around collecting reports. "A king who built a fort to escape the disease of the red death. In this case the color red stands for the color of death. Miss Nattar, is something the matter?"
"Um, no sir.... I just-"
"You look a bit shaken, talk to me after class."
Great, just great. This is the last thing I need, Mya thought. He's going to be all "What's wrong?" and "Oh, I know just how you feel." As soon as the bell rung Mya snuck out with the swarm of kids ready to go to lunch. Grabbing her lunch Mya found where the rest of the pilots were sitting, a small table out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria. She slowly took a seat next to Quatre. "Good afternoon Miss Mya." he greeted her.
"Hi Quatre, if you see our English teacher can you tell me?"
"On the run onna?" WuFei gave her a look of disapproval.
"If that means I want to get out of a talk that is most likely to end in "here's the number of a good counselor I know". Yeah, I am." Mya then returned to talking to Quatre. "I hope I'm not out of place here."
"I'm sure it's fine with the-"
"Well Quatre, you do have to admit.... it looks kinda funny with only one girl at the table." Duo said. Wrapping his arm around Mya then added with a smile. "Now, if you wanted to me to vouch as your boyfri-"
"I'll leave then." Mya shoved Duo to the other end of the table and started getting up. As soon as she did Heero and Trowa returned from the history room.
"Done already?" Trowa inquired.
"I was just going..." she quickly replied, not wanting to get caught up in an argument while everyone in the student body would be watching.
"They're not bullying you into leaving are they?" Heero asked.
"Well, it does look a little weird with one girl sitting at a guys table doesn't it?" Duo wanted to know.
"Doesn't it look even weirder if one girl is leaving a guys table?" the American pilot was hit with a cold stare. "...She can stay if she wants." And with that Duo shut up and Mya sat back down with Heero on the other side of her.
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DW: R&R peeps! Had enough yet? I thought as much. I STILL don't own anything... but I might be will to trade the rights to Mya for the Slayers Next DVD box set....
Mya: After everything I did for you?!
You didn't do anything for me....
Mya: Oh, right.... well then... carry on.
Oh right... and what is that? The preview for chapter 6 was misleading? Well SORRY I can't write up to your very high expectations.... -.- For your extended reading pleasure I will make this next chapter extra long (I hope), just for you whiners... you lucky devils you!