Well! Hi peeps! I'm back with vengeance! I must make a fanfiction so
good that it can beat Dragongirl14's! Mwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! By the way, to all who know about the gerbil vs. chicken war, the gerbils
will rule and dominate!!!!!!!!!!!! I can assure you!!!!!!
Anyway, here is the 1st chapter, hope you like it! Also, all Gundam
characters belong to their respectable owners. Please don't sue me! I'm
innocent I tell you, INNOCENT! *Ahem* Anyways, please R/R! ^_^ By the way, on all my chapters, if i put "Title-Author", it's told by the author, if i put "Title-Trowa", it's told from Trowa's perspective and
so on. Blah di blah! That's enough of me talking! Let's get on with the
story!!!
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Homesick-Author
"Perfect, finally I can get my way..." A sinister voice sounded in the darkness, this is what pure evil sounded like. A voice of destructive need. A voice of demonic plans. A voice of a man no one would want to get in the way of...
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"Hey Quatre! Come help me move this table would ya?!"
"Yeah sure! Hold on!" a boy replied, his blond fringe hanging in front of his eyes. He was playing a flute, a sad tune drifting through the air. "I'm coming!"
Quatre ran towards a boy who was struggling to lift a metal table by himself.
"Trowa! Don't be so stupid! You can't lift it by yourself!"
"I know!" the brown haired boy replied, he seemed very tired, dark bags underneath his eyes.
"Hey guys! How ya doing?" A young boy yawned, a messy arrangement of dark brown hair positioned on his head.
"Heero! What time do you call this?! 2 'o' clock!" Trowa growled, a menacing look present on his face. "Heheh! Sorry guys, I was just too tired! I'll help now!" Heero chuckled, now bounding forward to lift a statue. He slipped, it all went in slow motion, Heero crashed into the statue, the statue fell, smashing into a book case which fell into a wardrobe which hurtled into a glass display cabinet full of crystal ornaments. Crash!
"Oh my God!" Trowa gasped. Looking at the extremely worried expression on Trowa's face, Heero gulped, they were Quatre's favourite figures, and he broke them, every single one of them, they lay in a heap of broken wood and glass, destroyed, gone, forever.
"Oh my God! I am so sor-" Heero stopped, and Quatre interrupted.
"No worry Heero! It really doesn't matter!" To Trowa and Heero's surprise, Quatre had a broad smile on his face, as though not affected by this terrible accident. He always looked on the bright side of things, never saddened one bit, which was probably the reason Trowa chose Quatre to be his boyfriend. They always seemed to be the perfect couple, always smiling with each other, always there, little did they know, that this bond would soon be shattered, an event that would turn their lives upside down. Never would they be the same again...
Homesick-Trowa
I've always felt I'm really lucky to have Quatre in my life; he's so sweet, innocent and charming! I just wouldn't know what to do if I lost him.
"Finally!" I gasped, wiping the beads of sweat off my forehead, it was hard work, but we had finally moved into our new home. We all decided to live together, after Wufei was murdered while he was on his own, we decided to stick together, for safe measures! If that assassin tried it again, we would kill him, we have got relatively strong now! Heero and I can use black magic and a bit of white while Quatre is a fully qualified white mage.
This house was just perfect for us to practise our magical skills, as it was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense forest, no one for miles. It is so peaceful here, no irritating neighbours, no dogs messing up your lawn and no noise of traffic. The only sound you'll hear here is the gentle swishing of the trees, the cheerful chirps of many different birds and, of course, Quatre's soothing flute playing.
Homesick-Author
Finally, they could relax in their peaceful abode, no more people trying to kill them, no more demons trying to tear them limb from limb and best of all (for Heero!), no more Relena! In Heero's opinion, she was the most annoying person he had ever met in his entire life, all she ever did was glomp him, or try to kiss him or, even worse, try to talk to him!
Suddenly, the doorbell rang making them all jump. Who the hell could it be? Quatre strolled over to the door, opening it wearily.
Homesick-Quatre
Standing on the doorstep stood a boy (quite a cute one!) with a long braid swaying in the breeze, a lost expression on his face.
"I'm lost," he sobbed, his eyes filling with salty tears. This amazed me, how could a grown lad like him be lost? The forest wasn't that hard to get out of, or so I thought.
"I think you better come in, we need you to explain where you've came from for us to help you" I said soothingly.
"O-ok" he cried. He staggered into the house, an evident limp in his steps. I closed the door behind him. This was all very odd I thought to myself.
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Sooooooooo, what do you all think? Believe me! It will get better soon! Just trust me! Don't give up interest just yet! Please don't forget to R/R! I might have a special guest next week!
good that it can beat Dragongirl14's! Mwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! By the way, to all who know about the gerbil vs. chicken war, the gerbils
will rule and dominate!!!!!!!!!!!! I can assure you!!!!!!
Anyway, here is the 1st chapter, hope you like it! Also, all Gundam
characters belong to their respectable owners. Please don't sue me! I'm
innocent I tell you, INNOCENT! *Ahem* Anyways, please R/R! ^_^ By the way, on all my chapters, if i put "Title-Author", it's told by the author, if i put "Title-Trowa", it's told from Trowa's perspective and
so on. Blah di blah! That's enough of me talking! Let's get on with the
story!!!
-~*~-
Homesick-Author
"Perfect, finally I can get my way..." A sinister voice sounded in the darkness, this is what pure evil sounded like. A voice of destructive need. A voice of demonic plans. A voice of a man no one would want to get in the way of...
~*~
"Hey Quatre! Come help me move this table would ya?!"
"Yeah sure! Hold on!" a boy replied, his blond fringe hanging in front of his eyes. He was playing a flute, a sad tune drifting through the air. "I'm coming!"
Quatre ran towards a boy who was struggling to lift a metal table by himself.
"Trowa! Don't be so stupid! You can't lift it by yourself!"
"I know!" the brown haired boy replied, he seemed very tired, dark bags underneath his eyes.
"Hey guys! How ya doing?" A young boy yawned, a messy arrangement of dark brown hair positioned on his head.
"Heero! What time do you call this?! 2 'o' clock!" Trowa growled, a menacing look present on his face. "Heheh! Sorry guys, I was just too tired! I'll help now!" Heero chuckled, now bounding forward to lift a statue. He slipped, it all went in slow motion, Heero crashed into the statue, the statue fell, smashing into a book case which fell into a wardrobe which hurtled into a glass display cabinet full of crystal ornaments. Crash!
"Oh my God!" Trowa gasped. Looking at the extremely worried expression on Trowa's face, Heero gulped, they were Quatre's favourite figures, and he broke them, every single one of them, they lay in a heap of broken wood and glass, destroyed, gone, forever.
"Oh my God! I am so sor-" Heero stopped, and Quatre interrupted.
"No worry Heero! It really doesn't matter!" To Trowa and Heero's surprise, Quatre had a broad smile on his face, as though not affected by this terrible accident. He always looked on the bright side of things, never saddened one bit, which was probably the reason Trowa chose Quatre to be his boyfriend. They always seemed to be the perfect couple, always smiling with each other, always there, little did they know, that this bond would soon be shattered, an event that would turn their lives upside down. Never would they be the same again...
Homesick-Trowa
I've always felt I'm really lucky to have Quatre in my life; he's so sweet, innocent and charming! I just wouldn't know what to do if I lost him.
"Finally!" I gasped, wiping the beads of sweat off my forehead, it was hard work, but we had finally moved into our new home. We all decided to live together, after Wufei was murdered while he was on his own, we decided to stick together, for safe measures! If that assassin tried it again, we would kill him, we have got relatively strong now! Heero and I can use black magic and a bit of white while Quatre is a fully qualified white mage.
This house was just perfect for us to practise our magical skills, as it was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense forest, no one for miles. It is so peaceful here, no irritating neighbours, no dogs messing up your lawn and no noise of traffic. The only sound you'll hear here is the gentle swishing of the trees, the cheerful chirps of many different birds and, of course, Quatre's soothing flute playing.
Homesick-Author
Finally, they could relax in their peaceful abode, no more people trying to kill them, no more demons trying to tear them limb from limb and best of all (for Heero!), no more Relena! In Heero's opinion, she was the most annoying person he had ever met in his entire life, all she ever did was glomp him, or try to kiss him or, even worse, try to talk to him!
Suddenly, the doorbell rang making them all jump. Who the hell could it be? Quatre strolled over to the door, opening it wearily.
Homesick-Quatre
Standing on the doorstep stood a boy (quite a cute one!) with a long braid swaying in the breeze, a lost expression on his face.
"I'm lost," he sobbed, his eyes filling with salty tears. This amazed me, how could a grown lad like him be lost? The forest wasn't that hard to get out of, or so I thought.
"I think you better come in, we need you to explain where you've came from for us to help you" I said soothingly.
"O-ok" he cried. He staggered into the house, an evident limp in his steps. I closed the door behind him. This was all very odd I thought to myself.
~-*-~
Sooooooooo, what do you all think? Believe me! It will get better soon! Just trust me! Don't give up interest just yet! Please don't forget to R/R! I might have a special guest next week!