Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Sleeping Love
Chapter 1: Prologue-A New Love Found, A New Love Lost
=== Erm, hello. It's me, yet again. I know I should be working on my other fics, but my mind is always in overdrive and I've hit a block in New Century. Ah well. Writer's block. I hate it. I hope you enjoy this story.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own G Gundam. Though I am the proud owner of a Dragon Gundam action figure, a Gundam Maxter model and a Shining Gundam model. But that's quite beside the point. ===
The man leaned on the balcony rail, his orange-red hair swaying slightly in the breeze. His mouth upturned in a small smile as he remembered the events of the day.
*FLASHBACK*
The man walked up to the Princess as if it was a normal day, toying with a small box hidden in his pocket.
"Hello George." The Princess greeted.
"Hello, Maria." He answered. The Princess gave him a shy smile and he returned it, though with greater confidence. Then Princess Maria-Louise turned to survey the scene under the balcony on which she was standing. It was of the western courtyard. There were many roses, France's--and especially George's--signature flower, for a red rose signified love and a white rose signified purity. And Paris, Neo-France, where the palace was located, was the city of love.
"It's beautiful, is it not?" George asked Maria.
"Yes, lovely." Maria-Louise answered. George wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him in a slight embrace.
"Maria, have you ever thought about the future?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly.
"Yes, many a time." Maria-Louise answered with a half-happy, half-sad sigh.
"What.what did you imagine?"
"Us, mostly, sharing Neo-France's throne and the parentage of one, if not two, children." Maria-Louise replied, hoping he wouldn't laugh. True, he told her he loved her, but that was just two months past, and their relationship was still unsteady. George let out a relieved sigh, and smiled. Then he bent to one knee, removing the small black box from his back pocket. He opened it to reveal a silver ring inlaid with gold in the shape of a rose.
"Princess Maria-Louise, will you marry me?" he asked her solemnly. For a moment Maria-Louise stood in a shocked silence, and George was afraid she might refuse. But that anxious moment ended the moment she threw her arms around him.
"Yes," she crowed happily, "oh, yes!"
*END FLASHBACK*
George de Sand picked himself up from the balcony. It's much too nice out to spend the day cooped up in here. I'll take a stroll. He thought as he stepped off of the terrace and into the palace. He passed many servants, answering their greeting and comments. Then they would rush on to their chores, leaving him in peace for scant moments before another promptly took the former's place. For George, it was a relief when he finally exited the palace gates and strolled down the wide lane in the evening breeze. He walked to a small café and ordered a coffee. He sipped it while watching the people pass on their errands, each following a separate, private agenda. He watched people enter the café, sometimes coming over to exchange greetings with their much-respected Gundam fighter, or, as he was now known, the Princess's fiancé. Some stayed longer that others, conversing about the Princess, or the past fight, or even everyday events. One man started to talk about the crime spree that was at present troubling the Princess and knight. They were made by the same man, the officials were fairly certain, and each time he took something different, something like a doll collection or set of jewelry. Once it was even a million-franc replica of his own Gundam Rose. And no one had any idea as to who the thief was.
"Have you heard of the recent robberies?" the man--Pierre--asked George.
"Yes." George replied.
"My wife is Faye O'Leary. She was the one--"
"Who had the pearl and diamond sets stolen." George finished.
"Yes. I caught a glimpse of the burglar." Pierre said.
"Well, what did he look like?" George asked, barely able to suppress the excitement that welled up inside of him.
"He had blonde--almost white--hair, and what looked like dripping rainbows under his eyes." Pierre said thoughtfully. George's heart sank. But.but the jail said he died last week! George thought.
"Is there anything else?"
"No," the man said, shaking his head. "that's all we saw; my wife and I."
"Thank you for your help. May I suggest stopping by the Police Office on your way home? They would undoubtedly appreciate your information." George advised.
"Yes, I think I will." Pierre said, and touched his hat in a silent farewell. George nodded and then began to think. Think and remember a certain Gundam fighter he so loathed; a Gundam fighter that the jail reported dead. He was brought out of his reverie when he heard his name being called.
"Master George! Master George!"
"Yes Raymond?" George asked his butler.
"Princess Maria-Louise has been kidnapped. We found this note, addressed to you." Raymond answered, handing his master the note. George read it silently.
de Sand, Hello. I look forward to seeing you at the Eiffel Tower at sunset today. That is, if you ever want to see your dear Princess again. Yet, I cannot promise her safety even if you do show. Mirabeau
George crumpled the note, anger flashing and darkening his light violet eyes. He refused to believe the signature, though it was there in all its glory in Mirabeau's hand. He took note of the position of the sun.
"We have a half-hour to reach the Eiffel Tower." Raymond reported, noticing his master's glance.
"Then we must hurry." George answered and set off at a brisk walk; the walk turned into a jog, and the jog, a run. Soon he was sprinting, breath coming fast and shallow. Finally he reached the Eiffel Tower, and not a moment too soon. The sun disappeared below the horizon. He saw a shadow, but his attention was diverted as he heard a scream. It ended as suddenly as it had come. He ran toward the scream, and gasped in horror at the scene. There was Maria-Louise, lying as if asleep, in a pool of crimson liquid. Blood. George realized, Maria's blood!
"Maria!!" George shouted in horror. He ran to her, and knelt in the pool, picking her up slightly. "Maria-Louise, hang on. I'll get you to a hospital and you'll be fine."
Maria-Louise opened her eyes slightly. "No, George. I won't be fine. I'm dying, I know that. I won't live past this day, George."
"No, don't think like that!"
"George, you know it's true, even as you try to convince yourself it's not. I love you George, and I always will."
"Yes, Maria, I know. I love you as well, with all of my heart."
Maria-Louise held George's hand lightly. "George, Mirabeau is not dead." She coughed, spitting up blood. "Jean-Pierre Mirabeau did this to me. I don't know how he could not be dead, but he isn't."
"Don't talk, Maria. Save your strength."
"You need to know this, George. Mirabeau escaped from jail, and they didn't want our government to find out, so they lied about it."
"Maria-Louise, please, don't leave me." George pleaded. Maria-Louise smiled.
"I will always be with you, George. But promise me you won't kill yourself, or do anything stupid when I'm not.alive. For I will always be with you, George."
"I.I won't Maria." George whispered. Again Maria-Louise smiled, but her strength, and her hold on life, was slipping away. Then her eyes closed and her grasp on George's hand weakened, and disappeared.
"No, Maria-Louise, no." George whispered, and bent over her, tears falling onto her now lifeless face.
***
Hours later, the Palace Guard found them. George was still leaning over the dead Maria-Louise, wishing it were all a dream. The next thing he remembered was being in his bed in the palace, with Raymond next to him. He ate, but mechanically, and only because he had promised Maria-Louise that he wouldn't give up on life. But he had, he was only living because Maria-Louise had asked it of him. And he kept going over what Maria-Louise had said about Mirabeau. " Mirabeau escaped from jail, and they didn't want our government to find out, so they lied about it." Maria-Louise had said. But soon not even thoughts of revenge on the jail-escapee Mirabeau could stop him from being depressed. He'd sit at his window, watching the people go about their lives, but not really watching. Everyone in the palace watched as he faded away, becoming less and less mentally alive. His body kept working, for he fed it, but emotionally and mentally he was unraveling. He was dying from the inside out.
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Okay, I think you're gonna start killin' me now.I don't really like the ending to the prologue either, but it was necessary. It'll get better, I promise.
~*DarkDragon*~
Chapter 1: Prologue-A New Love Found, A New Love Lost
=== Erm, hello. It's me, yet again. I know I should be working on my other fics, but my mind is always in overdrive and I've hit a block in New Century. Ah well. Writer's block. I hate it. I hope you enjoy this story.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own G Gundam. Though I am the proud owner of a Dragon Gundam action figure, a Gundam Maxter model and a Shining Gundam model. But that's quite beside the point. ===
The man leaned on the balcony rail, his orange-red hair swaying slightly in the breeze. His mouth upturned in a small smile as he remembered the events of the day.
*FLASHBACK*
The man walked up to the Princess as if it was a normal day, toying with a small box hidden in his pocket.
"Hello George." The Princess greeted.
"Hello, Maria." He answered. The Princess gave him a shy smile and he returned it, though with greater confidence. Then Princess Maria-Louise turned to survey the scene under the balcony on which she was standing. It was of the western courtyard. There were many roses, France's--and especially George's--signature flower, for a red rose signified love and a white rose signified purity. And Paris, Neo-France, where the palace was located, was the city of love.
"It's beautiful, is it not?" George asked Maria.
"Yes, lovely." Maria-Louise answered. George wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him in a slight embrace.
"Maria, have you ever thought about the future?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly.
"Yes, many a time." Maria-Louise answered with a half-happy, half-sad sigh.
"What.what did you imagine?"
"Us, mostly, sharing Neo-France's throne and the parentage of one, if not two, children." Maria-Louise replied, hoping he wouldn't laugh. True, he told her he loved her, but that was just two months past, and their relationship was still unsteady. George let out a relieved sigh, and smiled. Then he bent to one knee, removing the small black box from his back pocket. He opened it to reveal a silver ring inlaid with gold in the shape of a rose.
"Princess Maria-Louise, will you marry me?" he asked her solemnly. For a moment Maria-Louise stood in a shocked silence, and George was afraid she might refuse. But that anxious moment ended the moment she threw her arms around him.
"Yes," she crowed happily, "oh, yes!"
*END FLASHBACK*
George de Sand picked himself up from the balcony. It's much too nice out to spend the day cooped up in here. I'll take a stroll. He thought as he stepped off of the terrace and into the palace. He passed many servants, answering their greeting and comments. Then they would rush on to their chores, leaving him in peace for scant moments before another promptly took the former's place. For George, it was a relief when he finally exited the palace gates and strolled down the wide lane in the evening breeze. He walked to a small café and ordered a coffee. He sipped it while watching the people pass on their errands, each following a separate, private agenda. He watched people enter the café, sometimes coming over to exchange greetings with their much-respected Gundam fighter, or, as he was now known, the Princess's fiancé. Some stayed longer that others, conversing about the Princess, or the past fight, or even everyday events. One man started to talk about the crime spree that was at present troubling the Princess and knight. They were made by the same man, the officials were fairly certain, and each time he took something different, something like a doll collection or set of jewelry. Once it was even a million-franc replica of his own Gundam Rose. And no one had any idea as to who the thief was.
"Have you heard of the recent robberies?" the man--Pierre--asked George.
"Yes." George replied.
"My wife is Faye O'Leary. She was the one--"
"Who had the pearl and diamond sets stolen." George finished.
"Yes. I caught a glimpse of the burglar." Pierre said.
"Well, what did he look like?" George asked, barely able to suppress the excitement that welled up inside of him.
"He had blonde--almost white--hair, and what looked like dripping rainbows under his eyes." Pierre said thoughtfully. George's heart sank. But.but the jail said he died last week! George thought.
"Is there anything else?"
"No," the man said, shaking his head. "that's all we saw; my wife and I."
"Thank you for your help. May I suggest stopping by the Police Office on your way home? They would undoubtedly appreciate your information." George advised.
"Yes, I think I will." Pierre said, and touched his hat in a silent farewell. George nodded and then began to think. Think and remember a certain Gundam fighter he so loathed; a Gundam fighter that the jail reported dead. He was brought out of his reverie when he heard his name being called.
"Master George! Master George!"
"Yes Raymond?" George asked his butler.
"Princess Maria-Louise has been kidnapped. We found this note, addressed to you." Raymond answered, handing his master the note. George read it silently.
de Sand, Hello. I look forward to seeing you at the Eiffel Tower at sunset today. That is, if you ever want to see your dear Princess again. Yet, I cannot promise her safety even if you do show. Mirabeau
George crumpled the note, anger flashing and darkening his light violet eyes. He refused to believe the signature, though it was there in all its glory in Mirabeau's hand. He took note of the position of the sun.
"We have a half-hour to reach the Eiffel Tower." Raymond reported, noticing his master's glance.
"Then we must hurry." George answered and set off at a brisk walk; the walk turned into a jog, and the jog, a run. Soon he was sprinting, breath coming fast and shallow. Finally he reached the Eiffel Tower, and not a moment too soon. The sun disappeared below the horizon. He saw a shadow, but his attention was diverted as he heard a scream. It ended as suddenly as it had come. He ran toward the scream, and gasped in horror at the scene. There was Maria-Louise, lying as if asleep, in a pool of crimson liquid. Blood. George realized, Maria's blood!
"Maria!!" George shouted in horror. He ran to her, and knelt in the pool, picking her up slightly. "Maria-Louise, hang on. I'll get you to a hospital and you'll be fine."
Maria-Louise opened her eyes slightly. "No, George. I won't be fine. I'm dying, I know that. I won't live past this day, George."
"No, don't think like that!"
"George, you know it's true, even as you try to convince yourself it's not. I love you George, and I always will."
"Yes, Maria, I know. I love you as well, with all of my heart."
Maria-Louise held George's hand lightly. "George, Mirabeau is not dead." She coughed, spitting up blood. "Jean-Pierre Mirabeau did this to me. I don't know how he could not be dead, but he isn't."
"Don't talk, Maria. Save your strength."
"You need to know this, George. Mirabeau escaped from jail, and they didn't want our government to find out, so they lied about it."
"Maria-Louise, please, don't leave me." George pleaded. Maria-Louise smiled.
"I will always be with you, George. But promise me you won't kill yourself, or do anything stupid when I'm not.alive. For I will always be with you, George."
"I.I won't Maria." George whispered. Again Maria-Louise smiled, but her strength, and her hold on life, was slipping away. Then her eyes closed and her grasp on George's hand weakened, and disappeared.
"No, Maria-Louise, no." George whispered, and bent over her, tears falling onto her now lifeless face.
***
Hours later, the Palace Guard found them. George was still leaning over the dead Maria-Louise, wishing it were all a dream. The next thing he remembered was being in his bed in the palace, with Raymond next to him. He ate, but mechanically, and only because he had promised Maria-Louise that he wouldn't give up on life. But he had, he was only living because Maria-Louise had asked it of him. And he kept going over what Maria-Louise had said about Mirabeau. " Mirabeau escaped from jail, and they didn't want our government to find out, so they lied about it." Maria-Louise had said. But soon not even thoughts of revenge on the jail-escapee Mirabeau could stop him from being depressed. He'd sit at his window, watching the people go about their lives, but not really watching. Everyone in the palace watched as he faded away, becoming less and less mentally alive. His body kept working, for he fed it, but emotionally and mentally he was unraveling. He was dying from the inside out.
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Okay, I think you're gonna start killin' me now.I don't really like the ending to the prologue either, but it was necessary. It'll get better, I promise.
~*DarkDragon*~