SUMMARY..........
Makoto is an ordinary school girl in Tokyo Japan on Earth, who,
in the past, lost everything. Her parents died in a plane crash and she has
only one living relative left, who, however, she now thinks is dead because
he has been reported missing for the last 11 years. But still, her life,
after 13 years of pain, was finally getting back together again. Until, a
new principle arrives at her school, everything is turned upside down for
her, again. Her friends leave her and she finds out that her last living
relative who she thought was dead, really is very, very much
alive..........What does this man have to do with it?? What does he tell
her???? Why does she leave Earth to go to the space colonies, and when she
gets there, who does she meet, and how do they take toll in her
miserable(SP) life????(and what if i stop asking questions and just get on
with the story??????) I know, I know, it sounds kinda bad, but oh well! Its
my first!!
I dont own any Gundam Wing characters or Makoto, but I do own Akari, Kei, Ruka-Li, Myoki and Takeshi Sadustuki
This Little Bird
PROLOGUE................
The day her parents left, the day she saw them die and the day that she had been taken from her home to the orphanages. Those days played and re-played in her mind every morning, afternoon and night for the last 13 years. It happened when she was 5 and now she was 17.
She would see her parents getting on the shuttle leaving for the colonies, she would see them getting blown up in the shuttle right infront of the space- port, infront of her eyes, and she would see each and every family that wanted to take care of her. Then she would see herself.............falling apart.
Her parents died in a shuttle that was attacked by mobile suits for an unknown reason. The flight that they were on was on its way back to the space-port on earth. People waiting for the shuttle to land were crowding around the windows to watch it. She was one of them. She was there with the limo driver who was hired to bring her there and take all of them back home, together. Her brother was 2 years older and was at their home with one of the maids decorating for the welcome back party.
She ran up to the window in her favorite dress. It was white and had little green flowers printed in spots all over. The dress reached down to her knees and had thin straps reaching over her shoulders. It came with a little white summer hat. The hat also had little green flowers all over. Her hair was down, out of her usual ponytail. She was so excited to see her parents again and hear all their stories of the colonies. Ever since the day they left, which was 20 days before, questions started pouring into her head, and she wanted them answered. But most of all, she missed her parents and she wanted them to come back home. Her hands and face were pressed against the window as she was trying to see the shuttle just like everyone else was. The shuttle looked only as big as an eyeball because it was still pretty far away, when it happened. A moble suit flew to the shuttle and fired at it. In seconds, it exploded. Everyone started running away from the window yelling, crying and screaming, while the 5 year old just stood there, shocked and scared. She couldnt hear anything, flashbacks were going through her mind. She didnt even notice the limo driver yell at her and leave her there. Emotions of shock, disbeleif, fright, sorrow, anger, hopelesseness, worry. A mixture of all were shown in her wide emerald green eyes. When she saw the mobile suit leave the flowing fires and gargantuan explosions coming from the pile of burnt corpses, torn luggage and parts of the destroyed shuttle, she then realized that she and her brother who was only 7 at the time, were to be all alone and she was never to see her parents again. Two days later, she had all of her precious belongings moved into ST. YAMADACHI'S ORPHANAGE FOR GIRLS. She brought a few pictures of her family and her. One picture was of her mother and father in each others arms kissing passionately under mistletoe next to one of the prettiest and largest trees they ever had. She and her brother were behind the tree, giggling at the scene. It was christmas eve and she was around the age of three and her brother was about five. One of the maids was taking the picture.
Another picture was of her and her brother on a hill chasing each other with their kites in hand. The sun was rising behind a tree that was to their right. She was exactly 4 years old that very minute. It was 5:50 A.M on December 5th. They were on vacation in America, they went to California. She was wearing a pair of black shorts and a green T-shirt that was covering just about all of her shorts down to her knees except for a little part that was tucked into the the front of the shorts. Her brother was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a gray T-shirt that was tucked in.
The last picture she brought was of all of them. The mother was sitting in a comfortable plush blue arm chair. She was wearing a red dress that went down just above her knees. It had thin straps and was skin tight fitting around her breasts and her perfect shaped waist. It became loose from her hips down. Her shoulder length light brown hair was up in a bun with a few strands falling over her forehead, cheeks and in front of her ears. A gold bracelate was on her left hand and her wedding ring glistened and shined in what little light there was in the dim room. Sitting on her mothers lap was where she, Makoto,
was. She was cuddling up to her mother and smiling at a camera. She was wearing a white skirt that reached down to her ankles and a white turtleneck. Her chestnut brown hair was in its usual high ponytail, except this time, her hair was also in curls. Next to her and her mother, was her brother, with his one emerald eye showing because the other was covered by his long dark brown bangs. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath and a green tie resting on it. His right hand was being held by his younger sister's left hand. Behind them and the chair stood the father. His usually messy chestnut brown hair was combed back and had gel in it. He was also wearing a black suit and white shirt underneath except he had a red tie instead of green. His left arm was around his son and his right arm was around his wife, touching her shoulder. In the backround was a fireplace, and in it, a fire was burning brightly. In the picture she had been 5 for 22 days. The picture was only taken a half a year earlier around christmas. She also brought some of her favorite outfits, a teddybear, her family locket and a diary/journal. 'Nobody loves you anymore.' That was what she had thought since now she was all alone. Her brother went to an all boys orphanage which she didnt even know the name of, all the kids at the orphanage she was at didnt like her and were mean to her, and she had no other family left.
She was all alone........
Looking back on those days, made her cry. Something others would think she would never do, but sadly, she does. Every morning, afternoon and evening. Eleven years ago, she had snuck into the main office of the orphanage and found out, her brother, who's name she cannot remember now, anymore, was missing. Everyday she would go and sneak back in and check if they had found him. And everytime, the same sentence would be put down in the same penmanship....................."Makoto Barton in room 102 - brother is still missing from MR. YAMAKO'S ORPHANAGE FOR BOYS." Finally, after she turned 17, she was allowed to live on her own with the money she and her brother had inherited from their parents, although, her brother was not there with her, like he should of been.
Now, she attends 12 grade at a normal public high school, Shikaku High School, and is finally making friends again, for she had none in any of the 8 orphanages or 20 homes she kept on getting switched to. In 2 weeks, however, school would be closed for summer. The school year had gone by pretty quick for her. She had many friends now and was known to protect others from all of the bullies. She was like a protecter for the weak teens and kids out there. Over the years she had learned to do things for herself. She learned to fight because of all the fights she got into in the orphanages and homes. She learned to cook because she was so stubborn she wouldnt let anyone else cook for her. She learned to pick - pockit and steal, which she doesnt do anymore, because others had taken all of her stuff except for the 3 pictures and her locket, which she hid, so she had to get them back. She learned how to be sneeky because of all those times she got caught cooking for herself or trying to check out data on her brother and how much she didnt want to get hurt and beat, again and again and again.... But now, she doesnt really need all of those techniques, so she doesnt do them anymore, except for cooking and a bit of fighting every now and then....
All of her friends think she is so cool, and that she has no real secrets and no problems, but they really dont know anything about her. All they know are lies. She told everyone that she was an only child and wanted an early start in life so she left her home and moved to Tokyo, alone. They all think that all the scars on her back are just from other fights with bullies in her old school. When really they were from the orphanages, and the way she would always get punished. They all think her name is Makoto Kino, but, really its Makoto Barton. She just changed it to Makoto Kino because it was her mother's maiden name and she didnt want others to know the truth about her. She even gave the school fake files about her past. Her so called friends, think they know everything about her, but really, they dont know anything at all.
Is it bad!?!?!??!?!??!?! PLEASE REVIEW!!! - LadyAnimeAllegra
I dont own any Gundam Wing characters or Makoto, but I do own Akari, Kei, Ruka-Li, Myoki and Takeshi Sadustuki
This Little Bird
PROLOGUE................
The day her parents left, the day she saw them die and the day that she had been taken from her home to the orphanages. Those days played and re-played in her mind every morning, afternoon and night for the last 13 years. It happened when she was 5 and now she was 17.
She would see her parents getting on the shuttle leaving for the colonies, she would see them getting blown up in the shuttle right infront of the space- port, infront of her eyes, and she would see each and every family that wanted to take care of her. Then she would see herself.............falling apart.
Her parents died in a shuttle that was attacked by mobile suits for an unknown reason. The flight that they were on was on its way back to the space-port on earth. People waiting for the shuttle to land were crowding around the windows to watch it. She was one of them. She was there with the limo driver who was hired to bring her there and take all of them back home, together. Her brother was 2 years older and was at their home with one of the maids decorating for the welcome back party.
She ran up to the window in her favorite dress. It was white and had little green flowers printed in spots all over. The dress reached down to her knees and had thin straps reaching over her shoulders. It came with a little white summer hat. The hat also had little green flowers all over. Her hair was down, out of her usual ponytail. She was so excited to see her parents again and hear all their stories of the colonies. Ever since the day they left, which was 20 days before, questions started pouring into her head, and she wanted them answered. But most of all, she missed her parents and she wanted them to come back home. Her hands and face were pressed against the window as she was trying to see the shuttle just like everyone else was. The shuttle looked only as big as an eyeball because it was still pretty far away, when it happened. A moble suit flew to the shuttle and fired at it. In seconds, it exploded. Everyone started running away from the window yelling, crying and screaming, while the 5 year old just stood there, shocked and scared. She couldnt hear anything, flashbacks were going through her mind. She didnt even notice the limo driver yell at her and leave her there. Emotions of shock, disbeleif, fright, sorrow, anger, hopelesseness, worry. A mixture of all were shown in her wide emerald green eyes. When she saw the mobile suit leave the flowing fires and gargantuan explosions coming from the pile of burnt corpses, torn luggage and parts of the destroyed shuttle, she then realized that she and her brother who was only 7 at the time, were to be all alone and she was never to see her parents again. Two days later, she had all of her precious belongings moved into ST. YAMADACHI'S ORPHANAGE FOR GIRLS. She brought a few pictures of her family and her. One picture was of her mother and father in each others arms kissing passionately under mistletoe next to one of the prettiest and largest trees they ever had. She and her brother were behind the tree, giggling at the scene. It was christmas eve and she was around the age of three and her brother was about five. One of the maids was taking the picture.
Another picture was of her and her brother on a hill chasing each other with their kites in hand. The sun was rising behind a tree that was to their right. She was exactly 4 years old that very minute. It was 5:50 A.M on December 5th. They were on vacation in America, they went to California. She was wearing a pair of black shorts and a green T-shirt that was covering just about all of her shorts down to her knees except for a little part that was tucked into the the front of the shorts. Her brother was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a gray T-shirt that was tucked in.
The last picture she brought was of all of them. The mother was sitting in a comfortable plush blue arm chair. She was wearing a red dress that went down just above her knees. It had thin straps and was skin tight fitting around her breasts and her perfect shaped waist. It became loose from her hips down. Her shoulder length light brown hair was up in a bun with a few strands falling over her forehead, cheeks and in front of her ears. A gold bracelate was on her left hand and her wedding ring glistened and shined in what little light there was in the dim room. Sitting on her mothers lap was where she, Makoto,
was. She was cuddling up to her mother and smiling at a camera. She was wearing a white skirt that reached down to her ankles and a white turtleneck. Her chestnut brown hair was in its usual high ponytail, except this time, her hair was also in curls. Next to her and her mother, was her brother, with his one emerald eye showing because the other was covered by his long dark brown bangs. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath and a green tie resting on it. His right hand was being held by his younger sister's left hand. Behind them and the chair stood the father. His usually messy chestnut brown hair was combed back and had gel in it. He was also wearing a black suit and white shirt underneath except he had a red tie instead of green. His left arm was around his son and his right arm was around his wife, touching her shoulder. In the backround was a fireplace, and in it, a fire was burning brightly. In the picture she had been 5 for 22 days. The picture was only taken a half a year earlier around christmas. She also brought some of her favorite outfits, a teddybear, her family locket and a diary/journal. 'Nobody loves you anymore.' That was what she had thought since now she was all alone. Her brother went to an all boys orphanage which she didnt even know the name of, all the kids at the orphanage she was at didnt like her and were mean to her, and she had no other family left.
She was all alone........
Looking back on those days, made her cry. Something others would think she would never do, but sadly, she does. Every morning, afternoon and evening. Eleven years ago, she had snuck into the main office of the orphanage and found out, her brother, who's name she cannot remember now, anymore, was missing. Everyday she would go and sneak back in and check if they had found him. And everytime, the same sentence would be put down in the same penmanship....................."Makoto Barton in room 102 - brother is still missing from MR. YAMAKO'S ORPHANAGE FOR BOYS." Finally, after she turned 17, she was allowed to live on her own with the money she and her brother had inherited from their parents, although, her brother was not there with her, like he should of been.
Now, she attends 12 grade at a normal public high school, Shikaku High School, and is finally making friends again, for she had none in any of the 8 orphanages or 20 homes she kept on getting switched to. In 2 weeks, however, school would be closed for summer. The school year had gone by pretty quick for her. She had many friends now and was known to protect others from all of the bullies. She was like a protecter for the weak teens and kids out there. Over the years she had learned to do things for herself. She learned to fight because of all the fights she got into in the orphanages and homes. She learned to cook because she was so stubborn she wouldnt let anyone else cook for her. She learned to pick - pockit and steal, which she doesnt do anymore, because others had taken all of her stuff except for the 3 pictures and her locket, which she hid, so she had to get them back. She learned how to be sneeky because of all those times she got caught cooking for herself or trying to check out data on her brother and how much she didnt want to get hurt and beat, again and again and again.... But now, she doesnt really need all of those techniques, so she doesnt do them anymore, except for cooking and a bit of fighting every now and then....
All of her friends think she is so cool, and that she has no real secrets and no problems, but they really dont know anything about her. All they know are lies. She told everyone that she was an only child and wanted an early start in life so she left her home and moved to Tokyo, alone. They all think that all the scars on her back are just from other fights with bullies in her old school. When really they were from the orphanages, and the way she would always get punished. They all think her name is Makoto Kino, but, really its Makoto Barton. She just changed it to Makoto Kino because it was her mother's maiden name and she didnt want others to know the truth about her. She even gave the school fake files about her past. Her so called friends, think they know everything about her, but really, they dont know anything at all.
Is it bad!?!?!??!?!??!?! PLEASE REVIEW!!! - LadyAnimeAllegra