Drifting Pain
Authors note: none…expect it might get confusing I am new at this…
Chapter one: Only A Walk…
A/N-Ok for you, the disclaimer, I DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING OR ANYTHING THAT'S IN IT!!! I DON'T KNOW WHO DOES! SO DON'T YOU DARE SUE ME! *Calms* Sorry about that, I just don't want to get sued. Anyway Flames are allowed, just go easy on me its my first long story. Also this story takes place in the year A.C 195, on earth, in New York City. And if you have any suggestions as to what I should do or things that should be changed that'd be great. Thanks! (Note- there is no gundams or stuff like that although there are still colonies.) Sayonara!!!! Oh and its like AU…
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Somewhere out there is soul who lost its hope. Could you find? Or more importantly would you give it back?
Written by: Me the Authoress (this is mine, so don't take :P)
Chapter one: Memories Surface
A lone figure was walking down the street at night and at a sluggish pace. Every step he took was hesitant, and he didn't look like he was too sure he should be there, although he continued to walk. He slowly passed stores and the scarce amount of people, mostly prostitutes, on the streets. Ignoring their comments and gestures for him to join them.
As he walked many gazed at him. Some looked at him in sympathy for who knows what reason and others in astonishment for how attractive this boy was. But the gaze he despised of most, was the lust. He dared not look up at those stares though, for fear of unwelcome company.
As to describe how this young man looked, to put it simply he was stunning. Light blonde hair cascaded over his bowed head, making it difficult to see his teal eyes that contained a vast amount of sadness in them. And if you were to look closely you could see that his left ear was pierced with a silver earring.
He was clothed in black baggy pants that were crisscrossed with a black belt, making his walking strides limited. As well as a black turtleneck that hugged at his slim yet well-built form. The sleeves of the sweater were covering a small portion of the figures delicate hands, which were quite pale and almost seemed to glow against the dark contrast of his cloths. In closer inspection you could tell the boy was around 15 years of age and 5`6 inches tall.
Continuing to walk the teenager brought his head up and looked into the night sky, which he now noticed contained dark clouds. He let out a sigh and saw his breath. Letting him realize how cold it was. 'Perfect,' he thought, it was just the right sort of weather to express how he felt. 'Cold inside and out'. He closed his eyes momentarily and sighed once more. Stretching his limbs he continued on his walk.
Seconds later the young boy stopped in mid stride, as he felt something icy descend onto his pale face. He brought one of his pale hands to his cheek, wiping the liquid away. Bringing his head up he discovered it was snowing lightly. Snowflakes landed on his exposed hands and face. Their presence leaving an icy coldness there only for a couple of seconds before dissolving.
"Wow, this is what snow is," he spoke slowly in a daze as he was entranced by the falling snow. His voice deep yet smooth like water running over rocks in a brook. The boy continued to stand there staring in wonder at the snow. "Its…beautiful," he whispered, his breath coming out as white mist.
(You see this young man was Quatre Reberba Winner, he was Arabian and lived most of his life in the desert, so as you can guess he had never seen snow before. Or at least not real snow from earth. He had recently lived on colony L4 and he always thought it was ironic that he loved the snow but was born in the deserts dry weather. But now that didn't matter for he got to see authentic snow and not some artificial materials they used on colonies.)
After several minutes of watching the snow Quatre broke out of his trance with a shake of his head, causing his bangs to shift slightly, a slight smile on his face. Continuing, he untangled his arms and pulled up his left sleeve to reveal a silver watch with studded diamonds around the rim. As he gazed at the time he realized he'd been walking for over 2 hours. It was now almost eleven. 'Oh no' the boy thought 'Rashid is going to be worried again'.
Rashid was like a father to Quatre since his own father died in a shuttle accident, he was always there to help him and Quatre didn't want him to be concerned. Also he didn't need someone else's emotions mixing with his own courtesy of his Empathy. (A/N: For those less of a fan them me of Gundam Wing, *looks at sister again* that means Q-man as the ability to feel ones pain and emotion, at least I think so).
Not wanting to worry the kind hearted man any longer; Quatre bent down and unclipped his crisscross belt so he could get more leg movement. Stuffing it in his pocket he started off with a quick run. Unaware of the following company…
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Hahahahah I left a cliffy…. Sorry, nothing interesting is gonna happen yet…just heed my warning its Au and will get confusing.