A Different Side
A/N: Okay! SariaSubi here with Navi!! My special fairy guest!
Navi: Yah, love me, you dopes!
SariaSubi: Okay, shut up, pixie dust.
Navi: Hey!
SariaSubi: Well it's not like anyone is on.... whoops, let's keep this rated for
viewers! I keep forgetting
Navi: Yah, after reading how many yaoi fics last night?
SariaSubi: Shut up! I should never take you along to say that I don't own
anything in Gundam Wing or stuff!
Navi: You're boring the readers. ::yawns:: For those who have loyally read all
this already, you are dumb.
SariaSubi: Hey! I'm supposed to call you dumb, pixie dust!
Navi: ::ignores building rage:: To stop boring you, I'll just say for idiot over
here that SariaSubi doesn't not own GW and that anime and-
SariaSubi: Quatre!
Navi: and Quatre belong to the genius dude who thought up this anime.
SariaSubi: Read and review!
Navi: You dopes!
SariaSubi: But we'd like to thank Lil' Kai Girl for the inspiration of this
chapter!
Navi: ::looks confused:: We do?! ::looks around:: Who is this Kai Girl?
SariaSubi: ::slaps Navi:: Never you mind! We say thanks!
Navi: We also say, "Don't sue us!"
Chapter 1
The wind blew gently and only disturbed the low grass very little. It
soothed the hot summer day, especially at Pierce Camp on Earth A.C 196.
Trowa looked at the clusters of mid-teenagers around him. Why was he here?
Was it because Quatre was here as well? Was it because he still found the need
to hide himself, because the circus had disbanded? He sighed. He was here,
sitting next to Quatre, his best friend. He would have to endure a summer at
Pierce Camp.
"Hey Trowa," Quatre smiled and turn his head to him, "this might be fun,
cheer up!"
"Yeah, maybe. But what are we supposed to do all summer here?"
"Well," Quatre looked around, "this seems like a good place. There are
people here our age, it seems fun. I just thought we could try somethin
different."
"Yes, I guess." Trowa just looked to the sky. What would this be like?
"Aw man, where are they?" A young girl with medium-length brown hair and
green eyes surveyed the field. "Those damn busses!" she complained, "and they
live in the city, no less! Aw, man, aw man, aw man!" She looked at everyone.
"Looks like the usual suspects. Preps, check," she made a self checklist, "jerks,
check, okay people, check, and hello two new guys." Her eyes rested on a tall
boy of about her age with short brown hair with long bangs shifted over his
right eye and another one next to him with blonde hair with bangs that shaded
blue eyes. Interesting dudes, she thought. Eh, who knows? Maybe she might get
the chance to meet'em.
"Well, it looks like the girlies already have the hots for them," she
muttered. The "girlies," Clarissa Cohen, Michelle Twaisler, Kathy Gegrin, and
Rachel Unsvechez, already had eyes fully sugared with eye candy. "Holy crap,"
she slapped her forehead. It was like the previous years; "Oh, guys, check out
that hot lifeguard!" "Chrisie is soooo cute!" "Isn't Michael hot?" "Jordan,
Kathy wants to kiss you!" This summer would be hell.
"Huhn! And the girls haven't even arrived yet. Stupid, stupid busses!" she
muttered once more.
"Alex-chan!" She heard a voice behind her. Alex turned to see a short girl
of her age, slim with short-rugged, almost-black hair and blue eyes, waving to
her.
"Anshi! You're here!"
"No duh! It's the first day, of course I'd be here early." She looked
around at all the teenagers sitting in the grass. She sat down as well. "Sssoo,"
Anshi started, "I take it GG and Zzy aren't here yet?"
"Nope."
"Figures-"
"Damn city buses," they muttered in unison. With that, they burst into
laughter, rolling on the grass, drawing some strange looks. It's not like
neither cared; they got that all the time. They were different, and rarely
accepted. They laid on the ground and smiled.
Maybe this summer won't be hell. Alex grinned foolishly. Aw, crap, I do
this each summer! She grinned again and sat up to see those two strange boys.
"Those two," she spoke dazedly, "make ya wonder, ya know, An?"
"Yeah," she sat up. "Oh, well, they look like nice guys. They are kinda
cute!" Anshi giggled.
"To hell with cute guys, I could care less!"
"To the candy shop-"
"-with tissues!" Alex and Anshi sweatdropped. Candy and tissues meant only
one thing. Zzy and GG were here.
"GG!!!ZZY!!!! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!!!!! WHY DID YOUR BUSSES TAKE SO
LONG?!"
"Quiet, quiet, Alex," a girl with past-shoulder length hair pushed her
raging friend off her. "We didn't take our busses. No one did!"
Alex blinked. "Oh yeah."
GG slapped her head and moaned, "City traffic is so friggin horrible!"
"You can say that again!"
Quatre and Trowa looked at all the mixes of teenage groups. "Uh, Quatre?"
Trowa awkwardly asked.
"Yeah, Trowa?"
"Was this such a good idea?"
"Aw, Trowa, come on! It…it wasn't like…uh…" Quatre smiled, trying to cover
his own insecurity up. Trowa laughed a little at his friend's expression. Quatre
laughed in return.
"Trowa, did I just see you laugh?"
"Um…well…"
"Okay people!" They all heard a strong voice. All the teenagers looked to
see a young woman and man holding clipboard. "Welcome to Pierce Camp. As you see,
the usual routine follows. This is the teenager's side of the camp, but you
probably already noticed. You all were not taken to camp today because of this
orientation. Your names will be called alphabetically, and the boys will go with
Tony," she pointed to the man, "and the girls come with me. Say, 'Here!' or
raise your hand. Okay now. A, A, A…no A people. Let's start with B. Okay, Barton!
Trowa Barton!" Trowa slowly raised his arm.
"Aw Trowa!" The group of swooned girls fanaticized.
"Oh, God, look at them," Alex slapped her head.
"Baumen! Ari-"
"My name is ZZY!!"
The woman stared in blank confusion. "Okay, I can see she's here.
Bloomfield! Alex Bloomfield!"
"Hai!" Alex proudly waved her hand. The woman continued with the names
until she got to the last one.
"Winner! Quatre Winner!" She pronounced his name qua-trey.
"Here!" Quatre raised his arm. "And ma'am, my name's pronounced Ca-tra."
"Okay, then. That's the last! Now, we all know the drill. New people, this
is pretty easy. Boys go with Tony and follow him to your cabin, girls come with
me." She stopped as Tony whispered something to her and then looked at her watch.
"Now, guys, we gotta move fast! We all got Archery together in five!" The woman,
Kelly, waved to the girls and most got up, as did the boys. Alex looked at those
two strange boys get up. So, Quatre and Trowa, huh? Well, she grinned, let's see
how they do in archery.
"Alex-chaaaan!!"
"Hai! Coming!"
~~~~~~~~
The whole mess of teenagers walked over to the archery ranged, and whoever
fit sat on the bench provided in the small, shady area. A medium-sized man in
about his sixties was leaning on a crate, checking his role books. He looked up
to see the area was crowded.
"Ah," he smiled. "Boys and girls mixed today, huh? Well, this should be
good."
"Hey Bruce. Buddy, what's up?"
"Tony! I'm good you?"
The conversation continued, and Trowa leaned against the fence. He looked
glum.
"Hey, Trowa, what's wrong? I think you may be good at this." Quatre smiled
weakly. Trowa didn't respond for a while. "Trowa?"
"Quatre," he didn't bother to look up. Rather, he looked away. "Why are we
hiding ourselves?"
Quatre looked down as his face turn grim. "Trowa, I'm sorry. I knew the
circus was your home, but I thought this would be better, since we don't have
the Gundams. Abdul actually recommended this……"
"That's not what I'm asking."
"Huh?"
"Why are we hiding? We don't exactly know if our suspicions are true."
"But what if they are? We need to see if that Mobile Suit really exists.
We don't have the Gundams anymore, and this could all mean serious trouble."
"You're right," Trowa agreed. He sighed. "I just hope Heero's right."
"Yeah, me too."
"Okay, guys!" they heard the old man speak up. Let's start this-"
"It's just-" Trowa started, "I wonder if this Mobile Suit really exists."
~~~~~~~~
"Hmm?" Alex looked up. She thought she heard the word "mobile suit".
"Alex, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing, Anshi. I'm fine." Alex looked away, her expression turning
back to concern. Who in the world said "Mobile Suit"? Crap! She winced, the
voice was so unfamiliar. I gotta figure out who it was……
Because I might have to kill them.
A/N: Okay! SariaSubi here with Navi!! My special fairy guest!
Navi: Yah, love me, you dopes!
SariaSubi: Okay, shut up, pixie dust.
Navi: Hey!
SariaSubi: Well it's not like anyone is on.... whoops, let's keep this rated for
viewers! I keep forgetting
Navi: Yah, after reading how many yaoi fics last night?
SariaSubi: Shut up! I should never take you along to say that I don't own
anything in Gundam Wing or stuff!
Navi: You're boring the readers. ::yawns:: For those who have loyally read all
this already, you are dumb.
SariaSubi: Hey! I'm supposed to call you dumb, pixie dust!
Navi: ::ignores building rage:: To stop boring you, I'll just say for idiot over
here that SariaSubi doesn't not own GW and that anime and-
SariaSubi: Quatre!
Navi: and Quatre belong to the genius dude who thought up this anime.
SariaSubi: Read and review!
Navi: You dopes!
SariaSubi: But we'd like to thank Lil' Kai Girl for the inspiration of this
chapter!
Navi: ::looks confused:: We do?! ::looks around:: Who is this Kai Girl?
SariaSubi: ::slaps Navi:: Never you mind! We say thanks!
Navi: We also say, "Don't sue us!"
Chapter 1
The wind blew gently and only disturbed the low grass very little. It
soothed the hot summer day, especially at Pierce Camp on Earth A.C 196.
Trowa looked at the clusters of mid-teenagers around him. Why was he here?
Was it because Quatre was here as well? Was it because he still found the need
to hide himself, because the circus had disbanded? He sighed. He was here,
sitting next to Quatre, his best friend. He would have to endure a summer at
Pierce Camp.
"Hey Trowa," Quatre smiled and turn his head to him, "this might be fun,
cheer up!"
"Yeah, maybe. But what are we supposed to do all summer here?"
"Well," Quatre looked around, "this seems like a good place. There are
people here our age, it seems fun. I just thought we could try somethin
different."
"Yes, I guess." Trowa just looked to the sky. What would this be like?
"Aw man, where are they?" A young girl with medium-length brown hair and
green eyes surveyed the field. "Those damn busses!" she complained, "and they
live in the city, no less! Aw, man, aw man, aw man!" She looked at everyone.
"Looks like the usual suspects. Preps, check," she made a self checklist, "jerks,
check, okay people, check, and hello two new guys." Her eyes rested on a tall
boy of about her age with short brown hair with long bangs shifted over his
right eye and another one next to him with blonde hair with bangs that shaded
blue eyes. Interesting dudes, she thought. Eh, who knows? Maybe she might get
the chance to meet'em.
"Well, it looks like the girlies already have the hots for them," she
muttered. The "girlies," Clarissa Cohen, Michelle Twaisler, Kathy Gegrin, and
Rachel Unsvechez, already had eyes fully sugared with eye candy. "Holy crap,"
she slapped her forehead. It was like the previous years; "Oh, guys, check out
that hot lifeguard!" "Chrisie is soooo cute!" "Isn't Michael hot?" "Jordan,
Kathy wants to kiss you!" This summer would be hell.
"Huhn! And the girls haven't even arrived yet. Stupid, stupid busses!" she
muttered once more.
"Alex-chan!" She heard a voice behind her. Alex turned to see a short girl
of her age, slim with short-rugged, almost-black hair and blue eyes, waving to
her.
"Anshi! You're here!"
"No duh! It's the first day, of course I'd be here early." She looked
around at all the teenagers sitting in the grass. She sat down as well. "Sssoo,"
Anshi started, "I take it GG and Zzy aren't here yet?"
"Nope."
"Figures-"
"Damn city buses," they muttered in unison. With that, they burst into
laughter, rolling on the grass, drawing some strange looks. It's not like
neither cared; they got that all the time. They were different, and rarely
accepted. They laid on the ground and smiled.
Maybe this summer won't be hell. Alex grinned foolishly. Aw, crap, I do
this each summer! She grinned again and sat up to see those two strange boys.
"Those two," she spoke dazedly, "make ya wonder, ya know, An?"
"Yeah," she sat up. "Oh, well, they look like nice guys. They are kinda
cute!" Anshi giggled.
"To hell with cute guys, I could care less!"
"To the candy shop-"
"-with tissues!" Alex and Anshi sweatdropped. Candy and tissues meant only
one thing. Zzy and GG were here.
"GG!!!ZZY!!!! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!!!!! WHY DID YOUR BUSSES TAKE SO
LONG?!"
"Quiet, quiet, Alex," a girl with past-shoulder length hair pushed her
raging friend off her. "We didn't take our busses. No one did!"
Alex blinked. "Oh yeah."
GG slapped her head and moaned, "City traffic is so friggin horrible!"
"You can say that again!"
Quatre and Trowa looked at all the mixes of teenage groups. "Uh, Quatre?"
Trowa awkwardly asked.
"Yeah, Trowa?"
"Was this such a good idea?"
"Aw, Trowa, come on! It…it wasn't like…uh…" Quatre smiled, trying to cover
his own insecurity up. Trowa laughed a little at his friend's expression. Quatre
laughed in return.
"Trowa, did I just see you laugh?"
"Um…well…"
"Okay people!" They all heard a strong voice. All the teenagers looked to
see a young woman and man holding clipboard. "Welcome to Pierce Camp. As you see,
the usual routine follows. This is the teenager's side of the camp, but you
probably already noticed. You all were not taken to camp today because of this
orientation. Your names will be called alphabetically, and the boys will go with
Tony," she pointed to the man, "and the girls come with me. Say, 'Here!' or
raise your hand. Okay now. A, A, A…no A people. Let's start with B. Okay, Barton!
Trowa Barton!" Trowa slowly raised his arm.
"Aw Trowa!" The group of swooned girls fanaticized.
"Oh, God, look at them," Alex slapped her head.
"Baumen! Ari-"
"My name is ZZY!!"
The woman stared in blank confusion. "Okay, I can see she's here.
Bloomfield! Alex Bloomfield!"
"Hai!" Alex proudly waved her hand. The woman continued with the names
until she got to the last one.
"Winner! Quatre Winner!" She pronounced his name qua-trey.
"Here!" Quatre raised his arm. "And ma'am, my name's pronounced Ca-tra."
"Okay, then. That's the last! Now, we all know the drill. New people, this
is pretty easy. Boys go with Tony and follow him to your cabin, girls come with
me." She stopped as Tony whispered something to her and then looked at her watch.
"Now, guys, we gotta move fast! We all got Archery together in five!" The woman,
Kelly, waved to the girls and most got up, as did the boys. Alex looked at those
two strange boys get up. So, Quatre and Trowa, huh? Well, she grinned, let's see
how they do in archery.
"Alex-chaaaan!!"
"Hai! Coming!"
~~~~~~~~
The whole mess of teenagers walked over to the archery ranged, and whoever
fit sat on the bench provided in the small, shady area. A medium-sized man in
about his sixties was leaning on a crate, checking his role books. He looked up
to see the area was crowded.
"Ah," he smiled. "Boys and girls mixed today, huh? Well, this should be
good."
"Hey Bruce. Buddy, what's up?"
"Tony! I'm good you?"
The conversation continued, and Trowa leaned against the fence. He looked
glum.
"Hey, Trowa, what's wrong? I think you may be good at this." Quatre smiled
weakly. Trowa didn't respond for a while. "Trowa?"
"Quatre," he didn't bother to look up. Rather, he looked away. "Why are we
hiding ourselves?"
Quatre looked down as his face turn grim. "Trowa, I'm sorry. I knew the
circus was your home, but I thought this would be better, since we don't have
the Gundams. Abdul actually recommended this……"
"That's not what I'm asking."
"Huh?"
"Why are we hiding? We don't exactly know if our suspicions are true."
"But what if they are? We need to see if that Mobile Suit really exists.
We don't have the Gundams anymore, and this could all mean serious trouble."
"You're right," Trowa agreed. He sighed. "I just hope Heero's right."
"Yeah, me too."
"Okay, guys!" they heard the old man speak up. Let's start this-"
"It's just-" Trowa started, "I wonder if this Mobile Suit really exists."
~~~~~~~~
"Hmm?" Alex looked up. She thought she heard the word "mobile suit".
"Alex, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing, Anshi. I'm fine." Alex looked away, her expression turning
back to concern. Who in the world said "Mobile Suit"? Crap! She winced, the
voice was so unfamiliar. I gotta figure out who it was……
Because I might have to kill them.