This fic is about the sixth pilot, who is from, of course, L6. I know
nothing about whether or not there actually is an L6, so I might actually
own that too, but this fic is all about the sixth pilot. Not Zechs, though.
You can choose the pairings among the pilots, just vote. And make sure to
include my pilot, whose name I don't mention in this first chapter.
"_whatever_" = thoughts.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing, nor will I ever. I do own the character that is talked about in this fic, his mother, his sister, and the plot of this fic. This fic is yaoi, so if you don't like it, don't read it. However, it is pretty good... In my opinion, of course.
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~The Sixth~
~~L6: The Forgotten Colony -- A Prologue~~
"NOOOO!"
A scream tore through the loud noises of the crew that were cleaning up after the tragedy. A couple of years later, this tragedy would be repeated at another colony, the colony of L2, but that didn't matter. Not now. Not to him.
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Dark golden hair fell over thin, sobbing shoulders. The boy was only eight years old, but he was already knee-deep in sorrow and hate. His slender body was crouched over the fallen one of his friend. His mentor. His mother. Asha had always been a pale woman, but now her skin was waxen and starkly white. Her pale lilac hair had always been her pride and joy, but now it was dirtied and caught in leaves. A large bloody spot showed on the clothing above her heart. Shot and sullied, cast aside for the world to see. It was disrespectful. It was dishonorable.
The boy's head flew up as he heard distant footsteps. Fleeing to a large stone nearby in the rubble, he hid himself. His barefeet kept being cut and bruised on the rough stones, but he didn't care. How could he care, when everything that he loved was gone? Lavender eyes peering over the stones, he watched as two men came up to the body, shaking their heads sadly.
"This woman was a student at the Krishna-Ishtar Church, wasn't she?" one of them asked. His facial expression was sad, but the boy couldn't see that as a black beret stamped with the sign of the local enforcers hid his face.
The other sighed. "Yes. Her name was Asha Rockingham, coming originally from Earth." He paused for a second, gray eyes grave, then continued. "She had two children, I believe. Who knows where they are now." Both men sighed. "I guess we have to take her in," the first said. "She's been identified, but they'll want the body." Bright eyes that peered over a stone turned away with a slight disgust.
His tanned arms hugged tight to his chest, the boy looked at the ground angrily. "It's not fair!" he protested in a whisper. "I don't even know where Tsuki is." His eyes began to shine with a crazy light. "But it don't matter. I have to avenge my mother." He turned around and ran. His feet pounded the ground as he just tried to escape. Just tried to run away. Just tried to live.
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~@~One Year Later~@~
The damp air hung heavily over the colony as a nine-year-old boy ran. His long dark gold hair hung heavily on his back as he rushed towards a building; his safehouse. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he sped up. Feet pounding the cracked concrete road, he ran. Sometimes it seemed like he was always running.
"Come on, you little whore!" one of the three chasing him shouted. "We won't hurt ya... much!" a girl added. The boy stayed silent and ran even faster. His eyes were wide with slight fear, but not panic. Something he said often was 'You are stupid if you are not afraid. Fear makes you wiser, but only as long as you do not let it get ahold of you'. So he simply sped past worn gray buildings, sunlight streaming down on his head. The ratty sleeveless blue shirt that he wore, streaked with dirt and grime, wavered slightly in the wind as he rushed into the building. The tall, black, strange-looking building that didn't fit in with the rest of the district was a place that the gangs would never go. And that made it a place that was safe for the boy. He skidded to a stop in front of it and opened a door on the side. Slipping between the doorframe and the door itself, he stepped into the darkened room. He pressed against the door in an attempt to keep the gang out if they tried to come in. But there was no reason to. As soon as they saw he had gone in the strange building, they had stopped.
"Stupid little bastard!" a boy, Blade, exclaimed. The girl that had threatened the golden-haired boy said with a snort "It's his funeral. C'mon, guys." Grumbling, they headed away. The boy smiled and turned around.
~~~
Wide violet eyes curiously scanned the hall. It was dark, but not pitch black. His feet smoothly glided across the stone floor and his eyes looked to make sure not to trip a trap. As always, his dirt-matted hair hung at freely down his back, streaked with just as much grime as his shirt was. Carefully chosing where he walked, he darted across the shadowed area. The high wooden walls of the side hall seemed to close in around him, but he took no notice as he looked at the expensive paintings and tapestries. A slight squeak broke through to his thoughts, and his body took off before he could even register what was happening. Fitting himself into the corner, he tuned his ears to the sound that he knew would come. And it did. The same squeak new boots that had gone through his mind was heard as a patrol came down the hall, idly looking it over for an intruder. Smirking, the boy watched as he was passed by, unnoticed. Then he continued down the hall, looking in doors and at everything in general. He wasn't worried he would be caught. He never had been and he never would be.
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"Doctor J! We detected a breach!" The half-cyborg man snapped to attention immediately, eyes behind the strange goggles alert.
"Well?! Tell me where it is!" he demanded. The young patroller saluted briefly and reported into the darkened room "Section S, corridor seven, first floor, sir!" Veiled eyes narrowed. "Who exactly is it?" he asked. The soldier looked hesitant for a moment, brown eyes wary. "It is a young boy, I believe. We didn't even see him on the security cameras, sir. He looked into a room that happened to be the patroller's lounge." A smirk lit the strange face of the doctor. His graying hair swung as he thumped into a chair. "Have him brought to me." The patroller nodded and headed out the door with a bow.
~~~~~~~
His hair spreading out in a fury, the boy struggled against several man's grasps. His feet thumped on the now tiled floor, trying his hardest to escape. Two men were already down for the count, and he was working on getting more there. His feet, tanned golden like the rest of him, managed to catch a man in the stomach as he flipped to take down another one. Somersaulting in the air, he landed on his feet, instantly alert. Meanwhile his mind was tracking all over the hall, looking. He eyes darted to a doorway, looking for an escape. Men were in front of him and behind him; there was no way to get away from them unless he chose an alternative route.
Finally tucking himself away into a corner, he feverently wished that he wouldn't be seen. His lilac eyes glanced around the hall as he stilled his body, not wishing a sudden movement to catch attention. Faint thumping was heard, then the patrollers came into view. All had a very distinctive uniform in dark green and magenta, not good for blending in if they went to the city.
The two parties met in the middle. Each had a commanding officer, one that glared at the other before ordering a search. "Get the runt!" one said. "We don't have time for this, and the boss wants him." All the men nodded and spreaded out across the hall. Smirking and tapping a foot, the boy listened as the soldiers grumbled.
"It's not as if the runt could get very far, and unless he can go invisible, he ain't here," a teen whispered to his friend. "WHAT WAS THAT!?" the officer bellowed. Both boy and soldiers winced. "Nothing, sir." The hall was deafly silent. Unfortunately, that was when the boy decided to giggle at the other one's predicament. His laugh ran out through the hall as suddenly all eyes were drawn to the corner that he was in. In seconds, he was surrounded.
"_Oh shit._"
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"HEY! Let me go, you stupid fuckers!" the boy yelled. His eyes blazed as he thrashed about in the grasp of two men. They were dragging him by his arms so that he couldn't get away, and besides that there was a multitude of men surrounding them to prevent escape. His feet dragged on the heavily carpeted floor of the office, making a light scuffing sound.
A light entered his eyes as he suddenly swung his feet over his head to catch one of his captors in the face; a strange somersault. With a cry, the man landed on his back clutching his broken nose. Jerking his arm out of the other man's hold, the boy lashed out with a tightly clenched fist, slamming across the guard's face and most likely braking a cheekbone. The patroller's around him glared and started to close in on him. A grin played across his lips; a maniac grin. Surprising them all, he slid between their legs and farther into the room. The men all crashed into each other. The boy could almost hear the hollow sound of empty heads hitting each other. Falling down on the floor, clutching heads, noses, and jaws, they were down and out. Then the door clicked shut. The boy whirled around, his matted golden hair flying. A dark wooden desk, a thick carpet, and a cyborg man. Lilac eyes met the strange goggles on the man's face.
"You're caught, boy." The nine-year-old glared at him. "Wha' do wan' with me?" he asked, muscles tensing. All of his senses were on the alert. This man... he wasn't evil, exactly. But he was twisted...
"You, my boy, are my new weapon." The boy's senses reeled and he turned around to see a man just seconds before he was knocked out with a swift tap to the head.
Dr. J smiled. All was going according to plan. And he had a new experiment to play with.
"Come on, Carlton. Bring him to my training lab." The hulk of a man grinned and swung the boy over his shoulder, the sunlit hair spilling down over the huge man's back. Inside of the small boy's head, he was already thinking of a plan for escape. But he wouldn't be able to.
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Now that you've read it, review it! Please?!?! With Duo on top? Hehehe. Seme Duo... Hentai...
"_whatever_" = thoughts.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing, nor will I ever. I do own the character that is talked about in this fic, his mother, his sister, and the plot of this fic. This fic is yaoi, so if you don't like it, don't read it. However, it is pretty good... In my opinion, of course.
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~The Sixth~
~~L6: The Forgotten Colony -- A Prologue~~
"NOOOO!"
A scream tore through the loud noises of the crew that were cleaning up after the tragedy. A couple of years later, this tragedy would be repeated at another colony, the colony of L2, but that didn't matter. Not now. Not to him.
~~~~~~~
Dark golden hair fell over thin, sobbing shoulders. The boy was only eight years old, but he was already knee-deep in sorrow and hate. His slender body was crouched over the fallen one of his friend. His mentor. His mother. Asha had always been a pale woman, but now her skin was waxen and starkly white. Her pale lilac hair had always been her pride and joy, but now it was dirtied and caught in leaves. A large bloody spot showed on the clothing above her heart. Shot and sullied, cast aside for the world to see. It was disrespectful. It was dishonorable.
The boy's head flew up as he heard distant footsteps. Fleeing to a large stone nearby in the rubble, he hid himself. His barefeet kept being cut and bruised on the rough stones, but he didn't care. How could he care, when everything that he loved was gone? Lavender eyes peering over the stones, he watched as two men came up to the body, shaking their heads sadly.
"This woman was a student at the Krishna-Ishtar Church, wasn't she?" one of them asked. His facial expression was sad, but the boy couldn't see that as a black beret stamped with the sign of the local enforcers hid his face.
The other sighed. "Yes. Her name was Asha Rockingham, coming originally from Earth." He paused for a second, gray eyes grave, then continued. "She had two children, I believe. Who knows where they are now." Both men sighed. "I guess we have to take her in," the first said. "She's been identified, but they'll want the body." Bright eyes that peered over a stone turned away with a slight disgust.
His tanned arms hugged tight to his chest, the boy looked at the ground angrily. "It's not fair!" he protested in a whisper. "I don't even know where Tsuki is." His eyes began to shine with a crazy light. "But it don't matter. I have to avenge my mother." He turned around and ran. His feet pounded the ground as he just tried to escape. Just tried to run away. Just tried to live.
~~~~~~~
~@~One Year Later~@~
The damp air hung heavily over the colony as a nine-year-old boy ran. His long dark gold hair hung heavily on his back as he rushed towards a building; his safehouse. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he sped up. Feet pounding the cracked concrete road, he ran. Sometimes it seemed like he was always running.
"Come on, you little whore!" one of the three chasing him shouted. "We won't hurt ya... much!" a girl added. The boy stayed silent and ran even faster. His eyes were wide with slight fear, but not panic. Something he said often was 'You are stupid if you are not afraid. Fear makes you wiser, but only as long as you do not let it get ahold of you'. So he simply sped past worn gray buildings, sunlight streaming down on his head. The ratty sleeveless blue shirt that he wore, streaked with dirt and grime, wavered slightly in the wind as he rushed into the building. The tall, black, strange-looking building that didn't fit in with the rest of the district was a place that the gangs would never go. And that made it a place that was safe for the boy. He skidded to a stop in front of it and opened a door on the side. Slipping between the doorframe and the door itself, he stepped into the darkened room. He pressed against the door in an attempt to keep the gang out if they tried to come in. But there was no reason to. As soon as they saw he had gone in the strange building, they had stopped.
"Stupid little bastard!" a boy, Blade, exclaimed. The girl that had threatened the golden-haired boy said with a snort "It's his funeral. C'mon, guys." Grumbling, they headed away. The boy smiled and turned around.
~~~
Wide violet eyes curiously scanned the hall. It was dark, but not pitch black. His feet smoothly glided across the stone floor and his eyes looked to make sure not to trip a trap. As always, his dirt-matted hair hung at freely down his back, streaked with just as much grime as his shirt was. Carefully chosing where he walked, he darted across the shadowed area. The high wooden walls of the side hall seemed to close in around him, but he took no notice as he looked at the expensive paintings and tapestries. A slight squeak broke through to his thoughts, and his body took off before he could even register what was happening. Fitting himself into the corner, he tuned his ears to the sound that he knew would come. And it did. The same squeak new boots that had gone through his mind was heard as a patrol came down the hall, idly looking it over for an intruder. Smirking, the boy watched as he was passed by, unnoticed. Then he continued down the hall, looking in doors and at everything in general. He wasn't worried he would be caught. He never had been and he never would be.
~~~~~~~
"Doctor J! We detected a breach!" The half-cyborg man snapped to attention immediately, eyes behind the strange goggles alert.
"Well?! Tell me where it is!" he demanded. The young patroller saluted briefly and reported into the darkened room "Section S, corridor seven, first floor, sir!" Veiled eyes narrowed. "Who exactly is it?" he asked. The soldier looked hesitant for a moment, brown eyes wary. "It is a young boy, I believe. We didn't even see him on the security cameras, sir. He looked into a room that happened to be the patroller's lounge." A smirk lit the strange face of the doctor. His graying hair swung as he thumped into a chair. "Have him brought to me." The patroller nodded and headed out the door with a bow.
~~~~~~~
His hair spreading out in a fury, the boy struggled against several man's grasps. His feet thumped on the now tiled floor, trying his hardest to escape. Two men were already down for the count, and he was working on getting more there. His feet, tanned golden like the rest of him, managed to catch a man in the stomach as he flipped to take down another one. Somersaulting in the air, he landed on his feet, instantly alert. Meanwhile his mind was tracking all over the hall, looking. He eyes darted to a doorway, looking for an escape. Men were in front of him and behind him; there was no way to get away from them unless he chose an alternative route.
Finally tucking himself away into a corner, he feverently wished that he wouldn't be seen. His lilac eyes glanced around the hall as he stilled his body, not wishing a sudden movement to catch attention. Faint thumping was heard, then the patrollers came into view. All had a very distinctive uniform in dark green and magenta, not good for blending in if they went to the city.
The two parties met in the middle. Each had a commanding officer, one that glared at the other before ordering a search. "Get the runt!" one said. "We don't have time for this, and the boss wants him." All the men nodded and spreaded out across the hall. Smirking and tapping a foot, the boy listened as the soldiers grumbled.
"It's not as if the runt could get very far, and unless he can go invisible, he ain't here," a teen whispered to his friend. "WHAT WAS THAT!?" the officer bellowed. Both boy and soldiers winced. "Nothing, sir." The hall was deafly silent. Unfortunately, that was when the boy decided to giggle at the other one's predicament. His laugh ran out through the hall as suddenly all eyes were drawn to the corner that he was in. In seconds, he was surrounded.
"_Oh shit._"
~~~~~~~
"HEY! Let me go, you stupid fuckers!" the boy yelled. His eyes blazed as he thrashed about in the grasp of two men. They were dragging him by his arms so that he couldn't get away, and besides that there was a multitude of men surrounding them to prevent escape. His feet dragged on the heavily carpeted floor of the office, making a light scuffing sound.
A light entered his eyes as he suddenly swung his feet over his head to catch one of his captors in the face; a strange somersault. With a cry, the man landed on his back clutching his broken nose. Jerking his arm out of the other man's hold, the boy lashed out with a tightly clenched fist, slamming across the guard's face and most likely braking a cheekbone. The patroller's around him glared and started to close in on him. A grin played across his lips; a maniac grin. Surprising them all, he slid between their legs and farther into the room. The men all crashed into each other. The boy could almost hear the hollow sound of empty heads hitting each other. Falling down on the floor, clutching heads, noses, and jaws, they were down and out. Then the door clicked shut. The boy whirled around, his matted golden hair flying. A dark wooden desk, a thick carpet, and a cyborg man. Lilac eyes met the strange goggles on the man's face.
"You're caught, boy." The nine-year-old glared at him. "Wha' do wan' with me?" he asked, muscles tensing. All of his senses were on the alert. This man... he wasn't evil, exactly. But he was twisted...
"You, my boy, are my new weapon." The boy's senses reeled and he turned around to see a man just seconds before he was knocked out with a swift tap to the head.
Dr. J smiled. All was going according to plan. And he had a new experiment to play with.
"Come on, Carlton. Bring him to my training lab." The hulk of a man grinned and swung the boy over his shoulder, the sunlit hair spilling down over the huge man's back. Inside of the small boy's head, he was already thinking of a plan for escape. But he wouldn't be able to.
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Now that you've read it, review it! Please?!?! With Duo on top? Hehehe. Seme Duo... Hentai...