Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing! Duh! How could you even suggest such a
thing?
Authors note: This is the sequel to 'Starz' and I hope you like it! It's a LOT darker than its predecessor, but hopefully better! Please RnR!
Dear Daddy.
Chapter 2.
Dear Daddy,
Yesterday was Saturday, and do you know why that Saturday was so special? It was parent's day. I know that you couldn't make it; I know you were busy, and I thank Heero for all his efforts and Quatre for braving the world, despite his anguish! I just, wish that you'd been there to see me! I know it's selfish of me to think all this, to wonder when other people came before me . . . but I miss you!
It would be wrong of me to say that I don't wanna be here anymore, that I'm treated badly. I'm not, but I wish I wasn't here. I wish I were at home with you and Buddy. I wish you were safe, and not in danger. I wish that you were with Heero and that you were happy!
I don't want to talk like that anymore.
So Trowa's missing? I hope he comes back. I liked him, and NO daddy! Not like that! He was a nice guy, and I feel so bad for Quatre, after he's been so good to me. . . I didn't mean to make him upset! Honestly I didn't!
I wonder if you ever get my letters. I never get any back, so I wonder why. Do you just not have the time, or do you never receive them? Can't you send them? If not, then how will I know where you are? If something happens, how will I know?
I've got to stop that!
I miss you so much! When will the war be over? When can I go back to my regular high school? See my friends on L2, be back home?
I have to go. I know that my letters are always short, but you do get one a week, so It's not like you NEVER hear from me at all, now is it? Unlike me. I sit here and I wait, and I wait, and still nothing comes except a Sunday afternoon during which I write this and dream. I daydream about going back home! L2 isn't the greatest place to be, but at least it's home!"
I love you.
Paige.
Paige dropped down onto her bed and huffed, staring at the floor and the simple black shoes that were part of the repulsive uniform. White stocking- clad feet dangled over the side of the bed as her back laid flat a top of the bedspread,
"Maxwell?" Someone called; Paige only faintly registered it as she began to drift into slumber, "Maxwell? Paige Maxwell!?"
"She's here!" Lotti declared, nudging the brunette teen, who awoke with a start,
"Huh!? Whah? What's going on?" Paige murmured, rubbing her eyes,
"Paige Maxwell?" Someone asked, an eyebrow quipped,
"Yeah . . .?"
"Someone is downstairs to see you." The middle-aged female teacher snapped, "Perhaps you should inform the young gentlemen that Sunday is the day of rest and visitors should NEVER be aloud."
"Young gentleman?" Paige questioned, as she rose slowly to her feet,
"Yes! I young Chinese boy!" She added, "No go, quick now!"
"Yan!" Paige giggled excitedly as she jumped to her feet, running down the hall, sans her shoes, and down the huge staircase where at the foot, Yan stood.
A preventers uniform donned his figure as he stood in a military pose,
"Hello, Paige." He said softly, with a brief nod, opening his arms none the less,
"YAN!" She giggled once more, hugging him tightly as she jumped into the out spread arms of the Chinese teenager, "How are you!?"
"I'm good." He replied, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, "They almost didn't let me see you. I said it was urgent and that's the only reason why they let me."
Yan dropped Paige to her feet and gripped her shoulders loosely, the white pinafore crumpled and askew on her lithe frame,
"Why are you here?" Paige asked, biting her lower lip. She knew what was coming,
"I came, to tell you something." He paused, gulping slightly, "I'm going to join my father. On the battlefield. I'm going to go fight alongside my father . . . and yours!" He declared,
"Why?" Paige whimpered, tears welling p in her eyes, "I don't want you to go out there and risk your life like that!"
"I can't let them fight alone!"
"Please! Don't go! Everyone's leaving me!" She whined, her hands falling limp at her sides after clenching into small fists,
"Paige . . . I'm 17 . . . I can't just sit back and watch my father and yours, and all their friends fight to save us when I could be doing the same!"
"What did your mother say?"
"Not much." Yan replied, his gaze lowering, "Do you have any messages to pass on? I'm going in a few hours to meet with Heero and Duo."
"He's still alive!?" Paige gushed hopefully.
Yan nodded mutely, a small smirk on his lips,
"And he says that he loves you."
"How do you know this?"
Yan simply shrugged,
"I just do . . . I'm useful like that, ya see!" He quipped before kneeling before her, "Paige . . . I promise, I'll think about you every day . . . I do it anyway!" He smirked once more, "And I promise that I will do my best to keep both your father and myself safe."
Paige nodded silently, a single tear slithering down her cheek. Yan caught it with the side of his right index finger, flicking it away as he pulled back his wrist,
"Paige . . .?"
". . ."
"Paige, I want you to promise me something."
". . ."
"Promise me that, you'll stay here, be safe and not do anything to endanger yourself!"
"I . . . I . . . promise . . ."
"Good." Yan smiled faintly and leant forwards, brushing a few stray ringlets from her sapphire eyes, "I've got to be going, alright?" Paige nodded dumbly in response as Yan lifted her left hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to her pale skin, "I love you." He murmured close to her skin before taking a step backwards. They looked at each other for a few minutes before Yan backed away before turning and leaving via the open front door. She followed him, her feet skipping slightly against the tiled floor as she stood in the doorway watching Yan walk to the black jeep that waited for him in the driveway. He paused by the door and smiled, waving slightly to her before opening the passenger door, sliding in, closing it quickly behind him. In the brief second that the door had been open, the darkened front compartment was flooded with a faint light, in which Paige thought she saw a glimmer of Violet sparkle and a snake of chestnut. Shaking her mind clear, the cabin was black once more as it sped away at high speed. She retreated back to her bed in silence.
As the car drove away Yan turned his head to the left, to acknowledge the driver, who whilst driving with one hand, flipped his black shades down from the top of his head onto his eyes,
"Do you think she saw?" Yan asked, blinking Onyx eyes at the man beside him,
"Perhaps . . . she's a Maxwell, after all!"
"Duo . . ." Yan murmured, "I still think you should've gone to her.
Duo remained silent, focussing mainly on the road,
"How can I?" He thought, "How can I when I know that I'm going to die."
Yan watched the braided American carefully. Something was going on inside that head of his, but he was damned if he knew! Shaking his head, Yan looked out of his window, sighing heavily, he'd never felt so empty before now.
It was several weeks later and Paige lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it were the most intricately decorated piece or architecture ever to of been created in the history of man. Instead it was a plain dull white, with paint pealing and chipping. She sighed, her hands tucked behind her head as she continued to think about life . . . how if the school took one semi-powerful bomb, everything would be over. Quicker than you could click your fingers at! It was all so simple . . .
"Paige . . .?" Lotti's voice broke in, quivering with anguish and nervousness, "Paige, get up . . . please . . ." She whispered hoarsely,
"What is it, Lotti?" Paige asked, concerned for her friend,
"T . . . the . . . headmaster . . . w . . . wants a word with . . . you."
Paige's brow creased in confusion as she sat up quickly, slipping her shoes on as she hurried out the door. Obviously, it was urgent. As she skidded along the hallways, tying her pinafore behind her and straitening her hat and loose ringlets, she calmly stepped into the room,
"You wanted to see me sir?"
"Yes Miss Maxwell, please sit down . . . I need to speak to you . . ."
The heavy mahogany door closed behind Paige as she moved to sit before her figure of authority. Within a few brief minutes, faint sobbing could be heard . . . a sobbing caused by pain that would not fade soon.
- - - To be continued . . . - - -
Well? Chapter 2! One more chapter left! I know it's going to be short, but I think I'll write a sequel . . .so you'll be alright! Please RnR!
Authors note: This is the sequel to 'Starz' and I hope you like it! It's a LOT darker than its predecessor, but hopefully better! Please RnR!
Dear Daddy.
Chapter 2.
Dear Daddy,
Yesterday was Saturday, and do you know why that Saturday was so special? It was parent's day. I know that you couldn't make it; I know you were busy, and I thank Heero for all his efforts and Quatre for braving the world, despite his anguish! I just, wish that you'd been there to see me! I know it's selfish of me to think all this, to wonder when other people came before me . . . but I miss you!
It would be wrong of me to say that I don't wanna be here anymore, that I'm treated badly. I'm not, but I wish I wasn't here. I wish I were at home with you and Buddy. I wish you were safe, and not in danger. I wish that you were with Heero and that you were happy!
I don't want to talk like that anymore.
So Trowa's missing? I hope he comes back. I liked him, and NO daddy! Not like that! He was a nice guy, and I feel so bad for Quatre, after he's been so good to me. . . I didn't mean to make him upset! Honestly I didn't!
I wonder if you ever get my letters. I never get any back, so I wonder why. Do you just not have the time, or do you never receive them? Can't you send them? If not, then how will I know where you are? If something happens, how will I know?
I've got to stop that!
I miss you so much! When will the war be over? When can I go back to my regular high school? See my friends on L2, be back home?
I have to go. I know that my letters are always short, but you do get one a week, so It's not like you NEVER hear from me at all, now is it? Unlike me. I sit here and I wait, and I wait, and still nothing comes except a Sunday afternoon during which I write this and dream. I daydream about going back home! L2 isn't the greatest place to be, but at least it's home!"
I love you.
Paige.
Paige dropped down onto her bed and huffed, staring at the floor and the simple black shoes that were part of the repulsive uniform. White stocking- clad feet dangled over the side of the bed as her back laid flat a top of the bedspread,
"Maxwell?" Someone called; Paige only faintly registered it as she began to drift into slumber, "Maxwell? Paige Maxwell!?"
"She's here!" Lotti declared, nudging the brunette teen, who awoke with a start,
"Huh!? Whah? What's going on?" Paige murmured, rubbing her eyes,
"Paige Maxwell?" Someone asked, an eyebrow quipped,
"Yeah . . .?"
"Someone is downstairs to see you." The middle-aged female teacher snapped, "Perhaps you should inform the young gentlemen that Sunday is the day of rest and visitors should NEVER be aloud."
"Young gentleman?" Paige questioned, as she rose slowly to her feet,
"Yes! I young Chinese boy!" She added, "No go, quick now!"
"Yan!" Paige giggled excitedly as she jumped to her feet, running down the hall, sans her shoes, and down the huge staircase where at the foot, Yan stood.
A preventers uniform donned his figure as he stood in a military pose,
"Hello, Paige." He said softly, with a brief nod, opening his arms none the less,
"YAN!" She giggled once more, hugging him tightly as she jumped into the out spread arms of the Chinese teenager, "How are you!?"
"I'm good." He replied, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, "They almost didn't let me see you. I said it was urgent and that's the only reason why they let me."
Yan dropped Paige to her feet and gripped her shoulders loosely, the white pinafore crumpled and askew on her lithe frame,
"Why are you here?" Paige asked, biting her lower lip. She knew what was coming,
"I came, to tell you something." He paused, gulping slightly, "I'm going to join my father. On the battlefield. I'm going to go fight alongside my father . . . and yours!" He declared,
"Why?" Paige whimpered, tears welling p in her eyes, "I don't want you to go out there and risk your life like that!"
"I can't let them fight alone!"
"Please! Don't go! Everyone's leaving me!" She whined, her hands falling limp at her sides after clenching into small fists,
"Paige . . . I'm 17 . . . I can't just sit back and watch my father and yours, and all their friends fight to save us when I could be doing the same!"
"What did your mother say?"
"Not much." Yan replied, his gaze lowering, "Do you have any messages to pass on? I'm going in a few hours to meet with Heero and Duo."
"He's still alive!?" Paige gushed hopefully.
Yan nodded mutely, a small smirk on his lips,
"And he says that he loves you."
"How do you know this?"
Yan simply shrugged,
"I just do . . . I'm useful like that, ya see!" He quipped before kneeling before her, "Paige . . . I promise, I'll think about you every day . . . I do it anyway!" He smirked once more, "And I promise that I will do my best to keep both your father and myself safe."
Paige nodded silently, a single tear slithering down her cheek. Yan caught it with the side of his right index finger, flicking it away as he pulled back his wrist,
"Paige . . .?"
". . ."
"Paige, I want you to promise me something."
". . ."
"Promise me that, you'll stay here, be safe and not do anything to endanger yourself!"
"I . . . I . . . promise . . ."
"Good." Yan smiled faintly and leant forwards, brushing a few stray ringlets from her sapphire eyes, "I've got to be going, alright?" Paige nodded dumbly in response as Yan lifted her left hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to her pale skin, "I love you." He murmured close to her skin before taking a step backwards. They looked at each other for a few minutes before Yan backed away before turning and leaving via the open front door. She followed him, her feet skipping slightly against the tiled floor as she stood in the doorway watching Yan walk to the black jeep that waited for him in the driveway. He paused by the door and smiled, waving slightly to her before opening the passenger door, sliding in, closing it quickly behind him. In the brief second that the door had been open, the darkened front compartment was flooded with a faint light, in which Paige thought she saw a glimmer of Violet sparkle and a snake of chestnut. Shaking her mind clear, the cabin was black once more as it sped away at high speed. She retreated back to her bed in silence.
As the car drove away Yan turned his head to the left, to acknowledge the driver, who whilst driving with one hand, flipped his black shades down from the top of his head onto his eyes,
"Do you think she saw?" Yan asked, blinking Onyx eyes at the man beside him,
"Perhaps . . . she's a Maxwell, after all!"
"Duo . . ." Yan murmured, "I still think you should've gone to her.
Duo remained silent, focussing mainly on the road,
"How can I?" He thought, "How can I when I know that I'm going to die."
Yan watched the braided American carefully. Something was going on inside that head of his, but he was damned if he knew! Shaking his head, Yan looked out of his window, sighing heavily, he'd never felt so empty before now.
It was several weeks later and Paige lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it were the most intricately decorated piece or architecture ever to of been created in the history of man. Instead it was a plain dull white, with paint pealing and chipping. She sighed, her hands tucked behind her head as she continued to think about life . . . how if the school took one semi-powerful bomb, everything would be over. Quicker than you could click your fingers at! It was all so simple . . .
"Paige . . .?" Lotti's voice broke in, quivering with anguish and nervousness, "Paige, get up . . . please . . ." She whispered hoarsely,
"What is it, Lotti?" Paige asked, concerned for her friend,
"T . . . the . . . headmaster . . . w . . . wants a word with . . . you."
Paige's brow creased in confusion as she sat up quickly, slipping her shoes on as she hurried out the door. Obviously, it was urgent. As she skidded along the hallways, tying her pinafore behind her and straitening her hat and loose ringlets, she calmly stepped into the room,
"You wanted to see me sir?"
"Yes Miss Maxwell, please sit down . . . I need to speak to you . . ."
The heavy mahogany door closed behind Paige as she moved to sit before her figure of authority. Within a few brief minutes, faint sobbing could be heard . . . a sobbing caused by pain that would not fade soon.
- - - To be continued . . . - - -
Well? Chapter 2! One more chapter left! I know it's going to be short, but I think I'll write a sequel . . .so you'll be alright! Please RnR!