I thank those who reviewed. Thank you! ^_^ I also would like to thank
The Shuffle Alliance Shrine to G Gundam. And I think that's all my thanks.
I'm glad this story is being read! It makes me feel very happy (truly! I
am euphoric).
Noticing no one around, a cloaked traveler removes the cloak that conceals the traveler's identity. Walking towards the ocean, her eyes dart about alert. The soft breeze off the ocean caresses her face, calming her so she forgets to be alert. Lost in memory, she doesn't notice someone there until she practically runs into him.
"Pardon," she says before looking to whom she is speaking to. Slowly, her eyes travel up to his face. As she gradually returns from her recollections, his features clear. The hand reaching for her bow on her back returns to her side. The man's scarlet hair comes into focus first then his violet eyes.
"Mademoiselle, I am very sorry," the man says.
"Article 4 of the Gundam Fight International Regulation: Gundam Fighters must not damage nor mar the honor or dignity of the nations they represent," she whispers. "Though, not your downfall, George de Sand." Her smile wavers a moment before resuming. Leaning on the railing, she let the ocean weave ribbons of salt into her pink hair.
"Have we met before?" George politely asks. Slowly, her smile widens slightly. The present seems to fog into the past, memories seemingly reminisced daily.
"Once in a dream," she murmurs, "when you were my knight." Memories were slowly sorted through in George's head. Gradually, the last Gundam Fight came back to him in shreds. And his eyes on another's face. The girl told him her name, but it was so long ago.
"Nikita." Pulling her cloak about her shoulders she ran away. George was sure he heard laughter.
Noticing no one around, a cloaked traveler removes the cloak that conceals the traveler's identity. Walking towards the ocean, her eyes dart about alert. The soft breeze off the ocean caresses her face, calming her so she forgets to be alert. Lost in memory, she doesn't notice someone there until she practically runs into him.
"Pardon," she says before looking to whom she is speaking to. Slowly, her eyes travel up to his face. As she gradually returns from her recollections, his features clear. The hand reaching for her bow on her back returns to her side. The man's scarlet hair comes into focus first then his violet eyes.
"Mademoiselle, I am very sorry," the man says.
"Article 4 of the Gundam Fight International Regulation: Gundam Fighters must not damage nor mar the honor or dignity of the nations they represent," she whispers. "Though, not your downfall, George de Sand." Her smile wavers a moment before resuming. Leaning on the railing, she let the ocean weave ribbons of salt into her pink hair.
"Have we met before?" George politely asks. Slowly, her smile widens slightly. The present seems to fog into the past, memories seemingly reminisced daily.
"Once in a dream," she murmurs, "when you were my knight." Memories were slowly sorted through in George's head. Gradually, the last Gundam Fight came back to him in shreds. And his eyes on another's face. The girl told him her name, but it was so long ago.
"Nikita." Pulling her cloak about her shoulders she ran away. George was sure he heard laughter.