Authors note- This is going to be a big saga. There aren't any warnings yet except maybe language. Hope you like it. Oh and I don't own any of this stuff so don't sue!
Destined to be Death
Prologue
"And in other news, 3 men were shot today at - 'click'" The TV screen slowly turned black and the room filled up with darkness. A sigh could be heard, then bare feet rubbing across the carpet stepping on the occasional paper making a crunching noise. The light went on in the kitchen.
"Oww." Her eyes squinted slowly adapting to the light. She made her way to the refrigerator. Not really hungry, more curious as to if she had anything good to snack on. "nope." Her search quickly came to an end. Looking up at a sticky notepad on the fridge door. She quickly scribble on it. "Get good food."
She dropped the pen being to lazy to put it back on the fridge. Side stepping a large pile of books she brought herself to the table and plopped down in the chair.
"God, I have to clean up...... I should get Marie back here." She looked over the mess in just her kitchen. More books then she could count were scattered all over her cupboards, table and floor. As well as newspapers, magazines, various dishes and bowls. Her place was usually messy. That's just the way she liked to live. But this time she had let herself go to far. And when that happens it's time to call Marie the miracle cleaning lady. She reached into her back jean pocket and pulled out a wallet. Dust bunnies literally jumped out when she opened it up. "Dammit" Miracles just don't come cheap nowadays.
A magazine on the table caught her eye. Actually the title was what got her attention. 'KCB' and underneath that, 'Top ten Bachelors of the Year.' A smile crossed her lips. She quickly flipped through the pages. "Cute, cute, Oooo...., eh not my type. Ahha, number one!" The center fold-out had a big picture of the bachelor of the year on it. Quickly she scanned over his stats.
Duo Maxwell
AKA: God of Death
Age: 19
Profession: Retired Gundam Pilot.
She blinked and looked back up at his name. "God of Death......" She glanced at his picture. He was a goofy looking guy. Cute though. With a yard long braid. He was wearing all black, but that didn't mean..... "Nah it couldn't be...."
Hobbies: Mechanics
Location: Colony L2
Ok, girls this cutie has been named Bachelor of the year. Not only his he a major hottie but he's also a war vet. A man in uniform ladies. He enjoys a girl who likes to have fun and speaks her mind. She also has to know how to cook.
Don't fret about this babes nickname. The self proclaimed God of Death retired along with his Gundam, Deathsycthe Hell. But that doesn't mean his wild side went with all of that. This is one guy who could show a fun time.
A smile crept upon her face as she put the magazine down, "Self proclaimed God of Death." Quoting the article. She quickly got up and pushed the magazines and books around and off the table. Finally she spotted what she was looking for. A piece of paper with 'WANTED' in giant letters. "Looks like I'm going to L2"
~TBC~
Destined to be Death
Prologue
"And in other news, 3 men were shot today at - 'click'" The TV screen slowly turned black and the room filled up with darkness. A sigh could be heard, then bare feet rubbing across the carpet stepping on the occasional paper making a crunching noise. The light went on in the kitchen.
"Oww." Her eyes squinted slowly adapting to the light. She made her way to the refrigerator. Not really hungry, more curious as to if she had anything good to snack on. "nope." Her search quickly came to an end. Looking up at a sticky notepad on the fridge door. She quickly scribble on it. "Get good food."
She dropped the pen being to lazy to put it back on the fridge. Side stepping a large pile of books she brought herself to the table and plopped down in the chair.
"God, I have to clean up...... I should get Marie back here." She looked over the mess in just her kitchen. More books then she could count were scattered all over her cupboards, table and floor. As well as newspapers, magazines, various dishes and bowls. Her place was usually messy. That's just the way she liked to live. But this time she had let herself go to far. And when that happens it's time to call Marie the miracle cleaning lady. She reached into her back jean pocket and pulled out a wallet. Dust bunnies literally jumped out when she opened it up. "Dammit" Miracles just don't come cheap nowadays.
A magazine on the table caught her eye. Actually the title was what got her attention. 'KCB' and underneath that, 'Top ten Bachelors of the Year.' A smile crossed her lips. She quickly flipped through the pages. "Cute, cute, Oooo...., eh not my type. Ahha, number one!" The center fold-out had a big picture of the bachelor of the year on it. Quickly she scanned over his stats.
Duo Maxwell
AKA: God of Death
Age: 19
Profession: Retired Gundam Pilot.
She blinked and looked back up at his name. "God of Death......" She glanced at his picture. He was a goofy looking guy. Cute though. With a yard long braid. He was wearing all black, but that didn't mean..... "Nah it couldn't be...."
Hobbies: Mechanics
Location: Colony L2
Ok, girls this cutie has been named Bachelor of the year. Not only his he a major hottie but he's also a war vet. A man in uniform ladies. He enjoys a girl who likes to have fun and speaks her mind. She also has to know how to cook.
Don't fret about this babes nickname. The self proclaimed God of Death retired along with his Gundam, Deathsycthe Hell. But that doesn't mean his wild side went with all of that. This is one guy who could show a fun time.
A smile crept upon her face as she put the magazine down, "Self proclaimed God of Death." Quoting the article. She quickly got up and pushed the magazines and books around and off the table. Finally she spotted what she was looking for. A piece of paper with 'WANTED' in giant letters. "Looks like I'm going to L2"
~TBC~