I do not own Gundam Wing. (I envy those that do.)
I don't want to give away too much to soon, so I'll just say that this is a story filler-inner. Meaning that whoever has read Episode Zero has got to be at least a bit curious as to WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO TROWA BETWEEN THE AGES OF 1 AND 4!!! Any way, I'll let you figure it out as you read on.
Enjoy!
P.S, please e-mail me about anything on this story at jr4vega@earthlink.net
Prologue
When Trowa was barely a year old, he lost both of his parents in an air raid. But when he was 4 years old, he was picked up by mercenaries and trained as a weapon of mass destruction. What happened to Trowa before mercenaries picked him up? Surely a baby could not survive on his own. This is Trowa's untold story.
Chapter 1
A small baby awoke to piles of rubble and destruction lying about him. In front of him was a small building of some sort going up in flames; smoke was billowing from the roof as it slowly collapsed to the ground. In the distance a small cry was heard. It was a little girl, crying for her parents and her brother. The sound of her began to make the small baby cry also. Crows began to gather around, but his wails were so loud that the crows flew away and all you could see was a big black blur. Then, out of nowhere, footsteps slowly approached. The baby looked up at a hooded figure. He began to open his mouth but just as he did, the hooded figure snatched him up and ran off at break-neck speed. The baby somehow managed to fall asleep in the stranger's arms; they were so warm. When he awoke he found himself wrapped up in some old blankets on a bed that smelled strongly of cat and dog.
"Hey," came a voice from inside the house. "I'm glad you're awake." The baby twisted around in his covers as he fretted, and then began to cry. Soft, sprinting footsteps echoed in the house as a young girl popped up on one side of the bed.
"Hey, don't cry," she whispered taking up her precious bundle, "everything's going to be alright." With that the baby fell asleep, to the girl's great surprise and gratitude. He's a strange one, she thought to herself.
The girl's name is Mendel Noin. She's 13 years old and her only family, her father and her sister, were carried out into the war years ago. Her father was reported dead, but her sister, Lucrezia, is supposed to be alive, somewhere. Now she just lives from day to day, awaiting the return of her older sister. She found the baby in the ruins of a past air raid. She heard a little girl crying also, but she couldn't find her anywhere. She had come home feeling like she had left a little bit of herself behind in the ruins, when she returned leaving the little girl behind. She swore that tomorrow she would search for her, no matter what.
The next morning Mendel awoke much earlier than usual. She checked her wristwatch; it read 4:15. "Oh, it's to early to go out and search for that girl. She's probably already asleep or something. It's no use unless you can hear them. Besides, the baby will be waking up soon, no doubt, and will want something to eat." At this she got out of bed and walked towards the main room. In this room there was a radio, kitchen, sofa, a small table with a tiffany lamp that was only slightly chipped, and a fireplace. On the mantel piece there stood the only remaining piece of their home; a framed picture of her sister, father, mother, and herself, all smiling and happy in front of their lavish house. In her mind, Mendel remembered that fateful day when the rebels attacked her house. Her father had become a high- ranking government official amongst the Romefeller Foundation and the EAF. After somehow finding that out, the rebels raided their house. Once the job was finished they killed her mother, and used her sister and father to their advantage. Mendel was the only one able to escape. She had been hiding out here ever since. Mendel's face turned red at the thought and she clenched both fists. She was about to curse when she heard the baby cry. Her hands once again became loose and tender as she wrapped them around the crying child. She quieted the small child down, and then laid him on the sofa. He watched her, fascinated by her graceful movements and gestures as she struggled to get hold of some canned soup. After struggling and cursing for what seemed liked hours, she finally got it down and began to prepare it. When it was finished she brought it over to him and slowly poured it down his sore throat. A small amount tipped off the spoon and dribbled down his cheek. Mendel looked at him, and then began to laugh. The baby gazed up at her and, seeing her happy face, laughed too. They sat and laughed for what seemed like an eternity.
Ever since then they have gotten along greatly and when he turned 2, she dubbed him, 'Nanashi', the Japanese word for no name. She was also astounded one day to find that he had been keeping stray dogs without her knowing it, and even more astounded when he asked her "Can I keep them?" It wasn't the question that astounded her though; it was the fact that Nanashi actually spoke all by himself! And in complete sentences too!
"You are truly amazing." She said proudly.
"No," he answered, "you are truly amazing." And with that she bent down and hugged him tightly.
***to be continued***
I don't want to give away too much to soon, so I'll just say that this is a story filler-inner. Meaning that whoever has read Episode Zero has got to be at least a bit curious as to WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO TROWA BETWEEN THE AGES OF 1 AND 4!!! Any way, I'll let you figure it out as you read on.
Enjoy!
P.S, please e-mail me about anything on this story at jr4vega@earthlink.net
Prologue
When Trowa was barely a year old, he lost both of his parents in an air raid. But when he was 4 years old, he was picked up by mercenaries and trained as a weapon of mass destruction. What happened to Trowa before mercenaries picked him up? Surely a baby could not survive on his own. This is Trowa's untold story.
Chapter 1
A small baby awoke to piles of rubble and destruction lying about him. In front of him was a small building of some sort going up in flames; smoke was billowing from the roof as it slowly collapsed to the ground. In the distance a small cry was heard. It was a little girl, crying for her parents and her brother. The sound of her began to make the small baby cry also. Crows began to gather around, but his wails were so loud that the crows flew away and all you could see was a big black blur. Then, out of nowhere, footsteps slowly approached. The baby looked up at a hooded figure. He began to open his mouth but just as he did, the hooded figure snatched him up and ran off at break-neck speed. The baby somehow managed to fall asleep in the stranger's arms; they were so warm. When he awoke he found himself wrapped up in some old blankets on a bed that smelled strongly of cat and dog.
"Hey," came a voice from inside the house. "I'm glad you're awake." The baby twisted around in his covers as he fretted, and then began to cry. Soft, sprinting footsteps echoed in the house as a young girl popped up on one side of the bed.
"Hey, don't cry," she whispered taking up her precious bundle, "everything's going to be alright." With that the baby fell asleep, to the girl's great surprise and gratitude. He's a strange one, she thought to herself.
The girl's name is Mendel Noin. She's 13 years old and her only family, her father and her sister, were carried out into the war years ago. Her father was reported dead, but her sister, Lucrezia, is supposed to be alive, somewhere. Now she just lives from day to day, awaiting the return of her older sister. She found the baby in the ruins of a past air raid. She heard a little girl crying also, but she couldn't find her anywhere. She had come home feeling like she had left a little bit of herself behind in the ruins, when she returned leaving the little girl behind. She swore that tomorrow she would search for her, no matter what.
The next morning Mendel awoke much earlier than usual. She checked her wristwatch; it read 4:15. "Oh, it's to early to go out and search for that girl. She's probably already asleep or something. It's no use unless you can hear them. Besides, the baby will be waking up soon, no doubt, and will want something to eat." At this she got out of bed and walked towards the main room. In this room there was a radio, kitchen, sofa, a small table with a tiffany lamp that was only slightly chipped, and a fireplace. On the mantel piece there stood the only remaining piece of their home; a framed picture of her sister, father, mother, and herself, all smiling and happy in front of their lavish house. In her mind, Mendel remembered that fateful day when the rebels attacked her house. Her father had become a high- ranking government official amongst the Romefeller Foundation and the EAF. After somehow finding that out, the rebels raided their house. Once the job was finished they killed her mother, and used her sister and father to their advantage. Mendel was the only one able to escape. She had been hiding out here ever since. Mendel's face turned red at the thought and she clenched both fists. She was about to curse when she heard the baby cry. Her hands once again became loose and tender as she wrapped them around the crying child. She quieted the small child down, and then laid him on the sofa. He watched her, fascinated by her graceful movements and gestures as she struggled to get hold of some canned soup. After struggling and cursing for what seemed liked hours, she finally got it down and began to prepare it. When it was finished she brought it over to him and slowly poured it down his sore throat. A small amount tipped off the spoon and dribbled down his cheek. Mendel looked at him, and then began to laugh. The baby gazed up at her and, seeing her happy face, laughed too. They sat and laughed for what seemed like an eternity.
Ever since then they have gotten along greatly and when he turned 2, she dubbed him, 'Nanashi', the Japanese word for no name. She was also astounded one day to find that he had been keeping stray dogs without her knowing it, and even more astounded when he asked her "Can I keep them?" It wasn't the question that astounded her though; it was the fact that Nanashi actually spoke all by himself! And in complete sentences too!
"You are truly amazing." She said proudly.
"No," he answered, "you are truly amazing." And with that she bent down and hugged him tightly.
***to be continued***