TWO
"Ok, if you would all like to follow me. The day will begin as soon as you get into your wings," the person who organized this whole day took them through to a training ground. He wore an eye patch and had grey hair shaped like a mushroom head. There were many small suits there and five unique ones. "These five suits are called Gundams. They are the most powerful Wing made. The rest of them are mini Tuarus'," explained the man. My father was watching from a window in the building. "I am going to choose five of you to use the Gundams. Those five of you will be chosen to be trained in the art of Wing Piloting," the man further explained. He randomly chose me, the blonde haired boy, the brown haired boy, the black haired boy and Wu Fei. We all chose our own Gundams and clambered inside. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. I pushed a button and a screen came up with Wu Fei's face on it. "Hi Wu Fei! These things are the greatest, aren't they? What weapons does yours have? Mine has a Gundam shotgun and a heatsword," I said. "Heero, shouldn't you be more worried about leaving your father? I don't have any parents," replied Wu Fei. I stopped and thought about that. "Look Wu Fei. My father was obviously so bothered in coming so that he could get rid of me, it doesn't really need much thought," I explained. Another screen came into view, this time the black haired boy looked at Heero. "Hey, my name is Duo Maxwell. What's yours?" he said in a not easily mistaken American accent. "My name is Heero Yui," I replied. Two more screens came on, one with the blonde haired boy and the other with the brown haired boy. "My name is Quatre Winner. Hi Duo," said the blonde haired boy. "I'm Heero," I replied again. "And I am Trowa Barton," said the other boy. "So, we've all been chosen to pilot Gundams for the rest of our lives. It was as if I had to come to this one, as if it was calling out my name," said Wu Fei. Heero privately agreed. Yet another face appeared in his Gundam command screen. It was the old man. "So, you five have all been chosen? I really don't think I would have needed chosen you, as Gundams give you a feeling as if it was calling to you. I only chose you like that so the other kids wouldn't take these unigue suits. I used to be the pilot of the same one you are riding, Heero. Your father, as nice as he is, piloted it right after me. When he told me he had a son, I knew you would be a pilot." Heero had trouble taking this all in. His father? Surely there must have been a mistake. Maybe that's why his father took him there with no argument. Yes, that must have been it. "Erm, Heero? Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," asked Duo. "I - I'm fine." I stuttered. "Each of your suits is built for a different purpose, so I have brought along five of my friends, who each piloted the suit that they will teach you about, who will train you with their own versions of the suit at different parts of the arena. The same five suits that they were all in raised their guns and took aim at them at that second. I drew my heatsword, grasped it with both hands and raised it to waist level.
"Ok, if you would all like to follow me. The day will begin as soon as you get into your wings," the person who organized this whole day took them through to a training ground. He wore an eye patch and had grey hair shaped like a mushroom head. There were many small suits there and five unique ones. "These five suits are called Gundams. They are the most powerful Wing made. The rest of them are mini Tuarus'," explained the man. My father was watching from a window in the building. "I am going to choose five of you to use the Gundams. Those five of you will be chosen to be trained in the art of Wing Piloting," the man further explained. He randomly chose me, the blonde haired boy, the brown haired boy, the black haired boy and Wu Fei. We all chose our own Gundams and clambered inside. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. I pushed a button and a screen came up with Wu Fei's face on it. "Hi Wu Fei! These things are the greatest, aren't they? What weapons does yours have? Mine has a Gundam shotgun and a heatsword," I said. "Heero, shouldn't you be more worried about leaving your father? I don't have any parents," replied Wu Fei. I stopped and thought about that. "Look Wu Fei. My father was obviously so bothered in coming so that he could get rid of me, it doesn't really need much thought," I explained. Another screen came into view, this time the black haired boy looked at Heero. "Hey, my name is Duo Maxwell. What's yours?" he said in a not easily mistaken American accent. "My name is Heero Yui," I replied. Two more screens came on, one with the blonde haired boy and the other with the brown haired boy. "My name is Quatre Winner. Hi Duo," said the blonde haired boy. "I'm Heero," I replied again. "And I am Trowa Barton," said the other boy. "So, we've all been chosen to pilot Gundams for the rest of our lives. It was as if I had to come to this one, as if it was calling out my name," said Wu Fei. Heero privately agreed. Yet another face appeared in his Gundam command screen. It was the old man. "So, you five have all been chosen? I really don't think I would have needed chosen you, as Gundams give you a feeling as if it was calling to you. I only chose you like that so the other kids wouldn't take these unigue suits. I used to be the pilot of the same one you are riding, Heero. Your father, as nice as he is, piloted it right after me. When he told me he had a son, I knew you would be a pilot." Heero had trouble taking this all in. His father? Surely there must have been a mistake. Maybe that's why his father took him there with no argument. Yes, that must have been it. "Erm, Heero? Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," asked Duo. "I - I'm fine." I stuttered. "Each of your suits is built for a different purpose, so I have brought along five of my friends, who each piloted the suit that they will teach you about, who will train you with their own versions of the suit at different parts of the arena. The same five suits that they were all in raised their guns and took aim at them at that second. I drew my heatsword, grasped it with both hands and raised it to waist level.