Author's note: Hey all!! This is my first fic......Gundam Wing.....It's
from Heero's point of view, and he's looking back on one of the many
versions of his past that I have made up. Not much romance(maybe a little
shonen ai, but nothing too serious), and probably not a lot of humor. I'm
a big fan of both those and I CAN write them, but I don't really see
Heero's past as being anything to laugh at. No present stuff (I don't
think so anyway..), maybe a little about meeting the Gundam pilots, but I
want this to be looking back shortly after Endless Waltz, so all you 'I
wanna know what happens next' fans who can't stand the 'How did they get
this far' stories, you can stop reading right now. Also, if you have an
aversion to extreme cruelty and severe emotional and physical pain, as well
as a little brain surgery, then you may not want to read any further. Those
of you who actually enjoy the picture of grounding Heero into the dust, or
those of you who are simply too stubborn or are thinking "It can't be as
bad as she says it is," well you all can continue reading, and review me
with your complaints that I am a heartless maniac bent on the destruction
of all things light and fluffy; or encouragement as the case may be. I'll
take anything, and flames will be used to burn away my writer's block.
hehehehehe.....( It's not really that bad...really)
Disclaimer: I own nothing until further notice, and even then I will never own Gundam Wing unless, by some freak wormhole, the legal papers suddenly appear in my lap, with my name as OWNER. until then, I own NOTHING!!! except maybe a few posters...some manga novels....my mind (I think).....But other than that , NOTHING!!!! hahahahahahheheheheheh.....
Now that I have bored you with my useless chatter,
On with the story!!
Life. Something far too many people take for granted; they can't do anything without it, but they generally can't do anything with it either. So, for the most part, they ignore it until someone or something threatens to take it away. Then they start carrying on about how it can't be happening to them, other people die, not them. Pointless. The majority of people in this world achieve life and then proceed to make a total mess of it by destroying it as often as they can in order to make themselves better. Those who realize that life is a gift, and then realize that nothing they do will ever change anything because there is nothing without life, but you can't do much with it either; those poor souls usually end up completely depressed; constantly battling between putting everyone out of their misery, only themselves, or giving in to the general consensus that 'It exists, now get on with it'.
Those few who were given the gift of life for the sole purpose of having it taken away have a very unique view of it. Either they treasure it up, or they despise it because they know they don't matter one bit, and any number of replacements can be made. They are also the ones who turn out to be either pacifists or assassins, taking extreme views and occasionally switching between them as their 'life' progresses.
Around twenty years ago there was an organization that set itself up as a center for studying the effects that various environments had on artificial birth since the colonies had stabled enough to allow natural birth to occur. For some reason enough people were interested in the project to donate cells for the 'children' to be created from. This organization was in fact, experimenting as they said they were. But they soon realized another purpose. After two unsuccessful attempts, they were able to determine what it was that was needed in several different situations to create a living, breathing child. Then they found out what those children could do. Somehow, being conceived in an alien environment, with strange chemicals speeding the process, the children were able to control more of their minds than any other human in existence. This led to the theory that, in fact, they weren't human, but mutants instead.
That's a very hard concept for a child to grow up with: the fact that they are of their own race, and can't belong to anything easily.
For a few years the scientists were content to nurture and develop various traits in their "children". Heero Yuy was preaching his peace ideals, and techniques of making colonist life easier were far more important than soldiers. There were all sorts of talents. Some could create fire and others had amazing strength. There were mutants who could understand machinery and computers on the molecular level, and others who had healing powers, or intimate knowledge of genetics; some were even able to manipulate time and glimpse the future. All possessed telepathy and some telekinetic ability, and most had a combination of the traits. They were happy, helping the neighboring colonists and settling into their own, close- knit family. Then the peace was shattered with the assassination of Heero Yuy, and their world changed.
No longer could these "mutants" live a peaceful existence. No longer could they ignore the outside world. War was rushing towards them, and their skills were needed.
I am one of the last, and this is how I began.
Notes: If I offend anyone, I truly did not mean it. E-mail or review me with your complaint and I'll see what I can do to fix it. Please Review!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing until further notice, and even then I will never own Gundam Wing unless, by some freak wormhole, the legal papers suddenly appear in my lap, with my name as OWNER. until then, I own NOTHING!!! except maybe a few posters...some manga novels....my mind (I think).....But other than that , NOTHING!!!! hahahahahahheheheheheh.....
Now that I have bored you with my useless chatter,
On with the story!!
Life. Something far too many people take for granted; they can't do anything without it, but they generally can't do anything with it either. So, for the most part, they ignore it until someone or something threatens to take it away. Then they start carrying on about how it can't be happening to them, other people die, not them. Pointless. The majority of people in this world achieve life and then proceed to make a total mess of it by destroying it as often as they can in order to make themselves better. Those who realize that life is a gift, and then realize that nothing they do will ever change anything because there is nothing without life, but you can't do much with it either; those poor souls usually end up completely depressed; constantly battling between putting everyone out of their misery, only themselves, or giving in to the general consensus that 'It exists, now get on with it'.
Those few who were given the gift of life for the sole purpose of having it taken away have a very unique view of it. Either they treasure it up, or they despise it because they know they don't matter one bit, and any number of replacements can be made. They are also the ones who turn out to be either pacifists or assassins, taking extreme views and occasionally switching between them as their 'life' progresses.
Around twenty years ago there was an organization that set itself up as a center for studying the effects that various environments had on artificial birth since the colonies had stabled enough to allow natural birth to occur. For some reason enough people were interested in the project to donate cells for the 'children' to be created from. This organization was in fact, experimenting as they said they were. But they soon realized another purpose. After two unsuccessful attempts, they were able to determine what it was that was needed in several different situations to create a living, breathing child. Then they found out what those children could do. Somehow, being conceived in an alien environment, with strange chemicals speeding the process, the children were able to control more of their minds than any other human in existence. This led to the theory that, in fact, they weren't human, but mutants instead.
That's a very hard concept for a child to grow up with: the fact that they are of their own race, and can't belong to anything easily.
For a few years the scientists were content to nurture and develop various traits in their "children". Heero Yuy was preaching his peace ideals, and techniques of making colonist life easier were far more important than soldiers. There were all sorts of talents. Some could create fire and others had amazing strength. There were mutants who could understand machinery and computers on the molecular level, and others who had healing powers, or intimate knowledge of genetics; some were even able to manipulate time and glimpse the future. All possessed telepathy and some telekinetic ability, and most had a combination of the traits. They were happy, helping the neighboring colonists and settling into their own, close- knit family. Then the peace was shattered with the assassination of Heero Yuy, and their world changed.
No longer could these "mutants" live a peaceful existence. No longer could they ignore the outside world. War was rushing towards them, and their skills were needed.
I am one of the last, and this is how I began.
Notes: If I offend anyone, I truly did not mean it. E-mail or review me with your complaint and I'll see what I can do to fix it. Please Review!!!