This is dedicated to Arion (formly known as one of the many Misty's),
on her special birthday (not gonna give the date, but its sometime
surrounding March 18.). Not only was she one of my very first reviwers
ever, but she has become a good friend.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARION!!!!!
THIS ONE IS SOLEY FOR YOU!!!!!!
-Alexia
P.S. I meant to post this on your birthday, but FF.Net was done for most
of the day, so I couldn't sorry! *hugglez* -Alex
*Anything ~ is ~ Possible*
By Alexia Goddess
Dria Northright flopped down onto her bed, on her back, looking
up at the stars through the skylight in her roof above with a longing
look.
"Sweet sixteen..." She murmured, and scowled. "Doesn't seem all
that sweet to me. I didn't even get a party...living in the country
sucks." At least she wasn't *totally* isolated... Her online buddies
-the only friends she had- had thrown her a chatroom birthday party.
It had been amusing at the least.
Still...
It would have been nice to at least have had a picnic or something.
But not even that, not even with just her parents. They didn't even
remember! For a while she had held onto the hope that maybe they were
planning a surprise party... but that hope had quickly dissipated. She
knew her parents were horrible actors, and were even worse at keeping
secrets.
With a forlorn sigh, Dria turned over on her stomach, reached
for the tuner on her nightstand, and clicked on the small TV. At least
she knew she wasn't alone in her suffering... She giggled at the thought
of being able to sympathize with the cartoon anime characters known as
the Gundam Pilots. She shook her head, remarking to herself mentally
how loony it was for even her to have a crush on a friggin' cartoon
character!!!! But she did.
She guess it was the way she had always been able to connect
with someone else's pain. And since the creater of Gundam Wing did such
an extrordinary job making the cast of Gundam Wing so lifelike and
believable....
Dria sighed. It was the same old thing. She always tried
reasoning her...familiarity with the G-Boys with those same excuses. It
never worked.
Somewhere, somehow, Dria knew that the Gundum Pilots Heery Yuy,
Chang Wufei, Quatre Winner, Trowa Barton, and Duo Maxwell were living,
breathing beings. Flesh and blood, just like her, not lines and curves
made on a piece of paper by a sharpened stick of lead.
Either that or country isolation was finally getting to her.
Seeing that the Gundam Wing episode was a re-run, and knowing
it would only further the growth of that ridiculous notion that Heery
Yuy was real, she shut it off, slid off her bed, tossed the tuner on
her pillow, and headed into her personal bathroom to shower and get
ready for bed.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
The slender, girlish figure in the mists giggled as she gazed
into the large, smooth, round crystal gem set deep in dark wrought gold,
a medium, child's-fist-sized amulet that she cupped in her hands, near
her face. It seemed to generate a light of its own as it showed its
holder the image of a girl, waist length chocolate brown hair, and bright
golden-hazel eyes.
This girl was an unusual one. Her soul had ties into the very
fabric of time and space. No wonder she was able to sense things others
could not. But why would the truth about the story of the 'Gundam Pilots'
haunt her when the truth about other things, such as 'The Lord of the
Rings,' and 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' only lasted in her mind no more
than a few moments?
The girl, silver pupiles, sightless eyes determined, she 'gazed'
harder into the crystal gem in her amulet. Within seconds, she reeled
back in shock, then burst out in gleeful laughter.
"How quaint!" She laughed. Tilting her face upwards, she cried,
"Destiny, you minx!" Still shaking her head, the blinde, silver eyed,
slender girl with the crystal pendant closed her sightless eyes, moving
her lips silently as the crystal in the pendant began to glow. A smile
graced her lips as she continued to murmur the words of old under her
breath.
Love would truimph tonight, she vowed to herself, and a birthday
wish will be granted.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Dria's eyes fluttered open lazily, wondering what had caused
her to awake. Surely she only fell asleep a few minutes ago... She had
only gotten to bed a half an hour before that...
Suddenly all question of what had disturbed her sleep fled form
her mind as she gave a screech and whirled around, shock at seeing her
strange surroundings clouding her thoughts -and coordination- and she
ended up tripping over her own feet and falling on her behind on the
damp ground.
Dria looked around frantically, pulling in ragged breaths. What
was she doing out in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night?
A quick glance upwards told her that the moon was indeed high overhead,
signaling the time to be approximately midnight.
"Who are you?" A voice demanded. Dria gasped and turned -as best
as she could- as fast as she could from her sitting position, to see
a tall, lean sillhouette holding a flashlight right in her face, preventing
her from seeing the holder of the flashlight. But that voice sounded so
familiar...
"I asked you a question."
"Get the friggin light out of my eyes!" She snapped. She wasn't
exactly a morning person...even if it wasn't morning. She had been rudely
awaken and promptly thereafter recieved the shock of her life, so it
counted.
"Hn," Was the only reply, but the light was adverted nonetheless.
But somehow, even though it was completely impossible, Dria knew who she
would see even before the glow worms that dotted her vision cleared.
Even though she had known, laying eyes on the real-life, flesh-
and-blood face of Heery Yuy wasn't exactly a calming experience.
Thus, she fainted.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
"So in your world I and the Gundams are a TV show?" The real-
life Heero Yuy was definately skepticle. Dria groaned and fell back
into the pillows.
Moments ago she had awoken, found that Heero had taken her to
his cabin until she woke. Now she had finished telling him her story.
"See? I told you I'm dreaming," She muttered to herself.
"Maybe, maybe not," Heero rose to his feet and left the room,
leaving Dria to blink dazedly after him.
"Huh?" She said. Suddenly she came to her senses and leaped to
her feet and dashed out the door after him. She caught up to him half
way down the hallway, and latched onto his arm. He turned his head to
look at her, his face mostly expressionless.
"What?" He asked.
"Oh, uh..." Suddenly all words flew from Dria's mouth and she
scowled, her face downcast as she stepped away and released his arm.
She abruptly looked up again, though, as a hand on her shoulder startled
her out of her mental bout of self-kicking.
"What is it?" Heero asked as Dria looked up, startled.
"Well, uh..." She started, a blush on her cheeks. She shut her
eyes tight and just let it out. "What-did-you-mean-by-'maybe-maybe-not?'"
"Come with me," Somehow, he must have understood her superspeed
gibberish. Gently, he took her hand -inticing another blush- and lead
her into what had to be a living room. Off of a small round table next
to an armchair, he lifted a book, and pressed it into her hands.
Numbly, Dria lifted the book and read the title.
"'Anything is Possible," She read. Then she saw the image on the
cover, and blinked.
Had she not been so deep in shock, she would have fainted again.
On the cover of the book, was a picture of her, standing at the entrance
of the driveway going up to a large country cabin home, a blue tot bag
clutched before her.
Her eyes widened even further as a memory flashed to mind. She
had stood in that exact same spot, in those same clothes, holding that
same tot the very first day she had moved to the country!
"No way..." She murmured. "Can this be real?" If it was then...
Dria's eyes widened. Then she knew more about the young man standing
before her than any one else alive, and the same was true about him
regarding her!
"This just isn't possible!" She said again numbly. "Is it?"
With an almost thoughtful look on his face, the prussian eyed
boy looked down at Dria's uptilted face, the corners of his lips lifting
slightly as Dria's eyes widened. Then, before she could react, his
mouth was on hers, his hand on her cheek.
A jolt unlike anything she had ever felt before passed through
her entire body, and from the slight twitching jerk of Heero's hand on
her face, she realized he must have felt it to.
They pulled away. It had been short, smooth, and clean, but
effective nonetheless....
Suddenly, both Heero and Dria smiled. They may not know what was
going on, but they did know...
"Anything is possible," Heero said, and Dria laughed.
END.
Short, and rather pointless, I know, and sorry it took ne so long to
post, Arion! Guess it should be 'Happy late birthday,' ne? Well, hope you
enjoyed it anyways. *hugglez* ja!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*
on her special birthday (not gonna give the date, but its sometime
surrounding March 18.). Not only was she one of my very first reviwers
ever, but she has become a good friend.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARION!!!!!
THIS ONE IS SOLEY FOR YOU!!!!!!
-Alexia
P.S. I meant to post this on your birthday, but FF.Net was done for most
of the day, so I couldn't sorry! *hugglez* -Alex
*Anything ~ is ~ Possible*
By Alexia Goddess
Dria Northright flopped down onto her bed, on her back, looking
up at the stars through the skylight in her roof above with a longing
look.
"Sweet sixteen..." She murmured, and scowled. "Doesn't seem all
that sweet to me. I didn't even get a party...living in the country
sucks." At least she wasn't *totally* isolated... Her online buddies
-the only friends she had- had thrown her a chatroom birthday party.
It had been amusing at the least.
Still...
It would have been nice to at least have had a picnic or something.
But not even that, not even with just her parents. They didn't even
remember! For a while she had held onto the hope that maybe they were
planning a surprise party... but that hope had quickly dissipated. She
knew her parents were horrible actors, and were even worse at keeping
secrets.
With a forlorn sigh, Dria turned over on her stomach, reached
for the tuner on her nightstand, and clicked on the small TV. At least
she knew she wasn't alone in her suffering... She giggled at the thought
of being able to sympathize with the cartoon anime characters known as
the Gundam Pilots. She shook her head, remarking to herself mentally
how loony it was for even her to have a crush on a friggin' cartoon
character!!!! But she did.
She guess it was the way she had always been able to connect
with someone else's pain. And since the creater of Gundam Wing did such
an extrordinary job making the cast of Gundam Wing so lifelike and
believable....
Dria sighed. It was the same old thing. She always tried
reasoning her...familiarity with the G-Boys with those same excuses. It
never worked.
Somewhere, somehow, Dria knew that the Gundum Pilots Heery Yuy,
Chang Wufei, Quatre Winner, Trowa Barton, and Duo Maxwell were living,
breathing beings. Flesh and blood, just like her, not lines and curves
made on a piece of paper by a sharpened stick of lead.
Either that or country isolation was finally getting to her.
Seeing that the Gundam Wing episode was a re-run, and knowing
it would only further the growth of that ridiculous notion that Heery
Yuy was real, she shut it off, slid off her bed, tossed the tuner on
her pillow, and headed into her personal bathroom to shower and get
ready for bed.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
The slender, girlish figure in the mists giggled as she gazed
into the large, smooth, round crystal gem set deep in dark wrought gold,
a medium, child's-fist-sized amulet that she cupped in her hands, near
her face. It seemed to generate a light of its own as it showed its
holder the image of a girl, waist length chocolate brown hair, and bright
golden-hazel eyes.
This girl was an unusual one. Her soul had ties into the very
fabric of time and space. No wonder she was able to sense things others
could not. But why would the truth about the story of the 'Gundam Pilots'
haunt her when the truth about other things, such as 'The Lord of the
Rings,' and 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' only lasted in her mind no more
than a few moments?
The girl, silver pupiles, sightless eyes determined, she 'gazed'
harder into the crystal gem in her amulet. Within seconds, she reeled
back in shock, then burst out in gleeful laughter.
"How quaint!" She laughed. Tilting her face upwards, she cried,
"Destiny, you minx!" Still shaking her head, the blinde, silver eyed,
slender girl with the crystal pendant closed her sightless eyes, moving
her lips silently as the crystal in the pendant began to glow. A smile
graced her lips as she continued to murmur the words of old under her
breath.
Love would truimph tonight, she vowed to herself, and a birthday
wish will be granted.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Dria's eyes fluttered open lazily, wondering what had caused
her to awake. Surely she only fell asleep a few minutes ago... She had
only gotten to bed a half an hour before that...
Suddenly all question of what had disturbed her sleep fled form
her mind as she gave a screech and whirled around, shock at seeing her
strange surroundings clouding her thoughts -and coordination- and she
ended up tripping over her own feet and falling on her behind on the
damp ground.
Dria looked around frantically, pulling in ragged breaths. What
was she doing out in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night?
A quick glance upwards told her that the moon was indeed high overhead,
signaling the time to be approximately midnight.
"Who are you?" A voice demanded. Dria gasped and turned -as best
as she could- as fast as she could from her sitting position, to see
a tall, lean sillhouette holding a flashlight right in her face, preventing
her from seeing the holder of the flashlight. But that voice sounded so
familiar...
"I asked you a question."
"Get the friggin light out of my eyes!" She snapped. She wasn't
exactly a morning person...even if it wasn't morning. She had been rudely
awaken and promptly thereafter recieved the shock of her life, so it
counted.
"Hn," Was the only reply, but the light was adverted nonetheless.
But somehow, even though it was completely impossible, Dria knew who she
would see even before the glow worms that dotted her vision cleared.
Even though she had known, laying eyes on the real-life, flesh-
and-blood face of Heery Yuy wasn't exactly a calming experience.
Thus, she fainted.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
"So in your world I and the Gundams are a TV show?" The real-
life Heero Yuy was definately skepticle. Dria groaned and fell back
into the pillows.
Moments ago she had awoken, found that Heero had taken her to
his cabin until she woke. Now she had finished telling him her story.
"See? I told you I'm dreaming," She muttered to herself.
"Maybe, maybe not," Heero rose to his feet and left the room,
leaving Dria to blink dazedly after him.
"Huh?" She said. Suddenly she came to her senses and leaped to
her feet and dashed out the door after him. She caught up to him half
way down the hallway, and latched onto his arm. He turned his head to
look at her, his face mostly expressionless.
"What?" He asked.
"Oh, uh..." Suddenly all words flew from Dria's mouth and she
scowled, her face downcast as she stepped away and released his arm.
She abruptly looked up again, though, as a hand on her shoulder startled
her out of her mental bout of self-kicking.
"What is it?" Heero asked as Dria looked up, startled.
"Well, uh..." She started, a blush on her cheeks. She shut her
eyes tight and just let it out. "What-did-you-mean-by-'maybe-maybe-not?'"
"Come with me," Somehow, he must have understood her superspeed
gibberish. Gently, he took her hand -inticing another blush- and lead
her into what had to be a living room. Off of a small round table next
to an armchair, he lifted a book, and pressed it into her hands.
Numbly, Dria lifted the book and read the title.
"'Anything is Possible," She read. Then she saw the image on the
cover, and blinked.
Had she not been so deep in shock, she would have fainted again.
On the cover of the book, was a picture of her, standing at the entrance
of the driveway going up to a large country cabin home, a blue tot bag
clutched before her.
Her eyes widened even further as a memory flashed to mind. She
had stood in that exact same spot, in those same clothes, holding that
same tot the very first day she had moved to the country!
"No way..." She murmured. "Can this be real?" If it was then...
Dria's eyes widened. Then she knew more about the young man standing
before her than any one else alive, and the same was true about him
regarding her!
"This just isn't possible!" She said again numbly. "Is it?"
With an almost thoughtful look on his face, the prussian eyed
boy looked down at Dria's uptilted face, the corners of his lips lifting
slightly as Dria's eyes widened. Then, before she could react, his
mouth was on hers, his hand on her cheek.
A jolt unlike anything she had ever felt before passed through
her entire body, and from the slight twitching jerk of Heero's hand on
her face, she realized he must have felt it to.
They pulled away. It had been short, smooth, and clean, but
effective nonetheless....
Suddenly, both Heero and Dria smiled. They may not know what was
going on, but they did know...
"Anything is possible," Heero said, and Dria laughed.
END.
Short, and rather pointless, I know, and sorry it took ne so long to
post, Arion! Guess it should be 'Happy late birthday,' ne? Well, hope you
enjoyed it anyways. *hugglez* ja!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*
