Revealed
By. Katt
Don't own Gundam Wing. Just a obsessed fan. I am actually having a really fun time writing this so I hope you enjoy it. DA DING!
Please Read before reading this fic!: Important information which is needed for your understanding..
This fic takes place during the war. Trowa has lost his memory and Duo had met Hilde already. The original ending to Gundam Wing doesn't happen. This is my own twist of a possible ending. Also take stronge note that a tragic ending has taken place with Duo Maxwell. Because of this, the remaining Gundam pilots have become torn apart and are losing much faith in their missions. They feel as if they are loosing the war and have no hope. Heero has been staying with Quatre on earth. Trowa is on colony 3 with the circus living a normal life, oblivious because of his memory loss. Wufei is on colony 5 living a semi normal life. . Please don't make judgments till reading the fic. The fic is meant to be suspenseful. Many surprises!
The boy's long hair swayed behind him as he walked down the hall. He looked at the door numbers until he found the room he had been looking for. He knocked on the door a few times and stood waiting. After a few moments with no answer he shrugged and opened the door. The room he was greeted with was empty minus three beds, a book shelf, dressers, and a door leading to the bathroom. Jon shut the door behind him.
"Well this sucks major crap." He kicked the wooden frame of the bed closest to the bathroom. He was going to defiantly want this one for its easy access to the shower and the toilet. He rolled around on the bed a few times to see how well the mattress held up. "Blah.. I suppose it will have to do." A knock threw his attention towards the door. He sighed and sat up. "What?"
A small meeping voice made its way through the thick door frame. "Dover sir...your belongings have arrived." Jon leaped off the bed and threw the door open. "Well why didn't you say that sooner." The small nerdy kid pushed his glass's up while looking at the boy in front of him. "Ahh, you scared me Mr. Dover." Jon extended his hand in a friendly manner. "Jon dude...Drop the Dover crap." The boy shook Jon's hand excitedly. Jon grabbed his stuff and threw them into the room. He smiled at the nerd. "Your name?" The suddenly frightened teen looked up at Jon nervously. "Well, Mr. Dover...I mean Jon. The names Ernie. " Jon smiled while taking a small step back. "Well uhh Ernie...Thanx a mill." With that he shut the door while giving a sigh of relief. "God please save me from this place!"
Jon brushed his hair out of his face and looked at the box's of clothing and personal items on the floor. This was Jon's first year here. His Aunt and uncle were making him go. They felt he was 'Gifted'. He felt they were 'Psycho'. But never the less, he was stuck here for 10 months with no escape. Oh the horrors..
Jon opened a oversized suit case which laid in the heap of his belongings. He pulled out a pile of neatly folded shirts and placed them in a drawl. As he reached the bottom of the suit case, he was faced with a note and a picture of his aunt and uncle. It read 'You screw up, you die. Or just pay for your tuition fee. We love you honey..Kissy kissy!' Jon flinched at the kissy kissy part. "Sometimes I feel repulsed to know I'm part of this family." He closed the suit case.
Jon stuffed some more of his clothing in a drawl and then went through the rest of the box's. After about a hour of organizing, Jon made his way to the last box. The most important box of all. He opened the tightly sealed box carefully.. tenderly. He walked to the bathroom carrying the box with much love and care. He opened the small closet in the bathroom after placing the box on the toilet. He picked the middle shelf as his own and placed his well organized bottles of shampoo's and conditioner's on the empty shelf. Once he was done he looked in the mirror and smiled at himself. He frowned as he took a step closer to discover a small little red pimple forming on his right cheek. He groaned at the unwelcome blemished. After a few moments of tinkering he smiled at the victory over the battle of his face.
He walked back to the bed room and looked out of the only window in the room. He frowned looking at the parents telling their children goodbye. A small knock disturbed his trance and the door opened. A small lanky boy walked in carrying his few belongings. He huffed at Jon and placed his stuff on the dresser. "Which bed have you already occupied?" Jon pointed to his and the boy nodded. He threw his stuff on the bed farthest from Jon's and went on his way unpacking his things. Jon shrugged and walked over to where the other boy was.
"Uhh, hi, the names Jon. Guess we will be room buddies." The boy looked at Jon's out stretched hand and waved it away. "My names Chad Willmen the third. I am here to learn and nothing else. I expect respect and to not be disturbed. In violating my requests you will find your self most unhappy with your consequences. I will say this now and not need to find myself having to repeat this...My father is a leading and well respected lieutenant with Oz. I think you should understand what that implies. Now please, while you still have your dignity." Jon lifted a eyebrow at Chad while rolling the name Oz around in his mouth. "I suppose I'll be on my way then...to the...other side of...er, the room.." Jon gave a small smile and walked away from the boy as quickly as possible...Yup, he was defiantly stuck with a freak.
For the next few hours Jon found 'busy work' for himself while keeping a safe distance from Chad. Jon was looking through a book on Mobile Suit Ability's when the door opened to reveal a boy about his age. His hair was short and brown. The boy looked at Jon strictly and turned his head to Chad. Him and Chad both smiled at each other and shook hands. "Why Mr.Willmen..It seems we shall be sharing the same quarters this year. What a delightful surprise." Chad shook his head in agreement. "Yes very delightful indeed. Its been a long time no see Mr. Louten."
Jon smacked the book against his head realizing he was going to be stuck with two full blown nerds this year. He felt a shadow creep up on him as he slowly pulled the book off his face. Louten was towering over Jon's form. "Why Mr...." Jon smirked. "Dover". "Ahhh yes Mr. Dover. Strange...Your name doesn't seem familiar to me. Are your parents part of Oz or representing countrys?" Jon swallowed coldly. "My parents had been killed by the Gundams. My Aunt and Uncle found it fit to send me to this private school." The young new boys cheek twitched at the word 'Gundams'. "I see. I am sorry to hear of your loss." Jon gave a nod.
Louten sat on his bed while still facing Jon. "You must understand young Dover this school is very respected and actually quit hard to get into. I am surprised you were accepted since you have no family members part of Oz or any representing countrys. It shall be hard for you to earn the respect of your fellow classmates. But I'm sure with much effort.." Louten coughed. "And 'class' you shall be able to fit in here."
Jon just looked at the boy confused. "Ehh, ok." Louten gave a small groan and went to the hall way to get his stuff. Yup, this was going be a long and interesting year indeed.
Authors note: While re-editing this I found this to be a disappointing chapter compared to others. Just no time to rewrite it. Sorry..
By. Katt
Don't own Gundam Wing. Just a obsessed fan. I am actually having a really fun time writing this so I hope you enjoy it. DA DING!
Please Read before reading this fic!: Important information which is needed for your understanding..
This fic takes place during the war. Trowa has lost his memory and Duo had met Hilde already. The original ending to Gundam Wing doesn't happen. This is my own twist of a possible ending. Also take stronge note that a tragic ending has taken place with Duo Maxwell. Because of this, the remaining Gundam pilots have become torn apart and are losing much faith in their missions. They feel as if they are loosing the war and have no hope. Heero has been staying with Quatre on earth. Trowa is on colony 3 with the circus living a normal life, oblivious because of his memory loss. Wufei is on colony 5 living a semi normal life. . Please don't make judgments till reading the fic. The fic is meant to be suspenseful. Many surprises!
The boy's long hair swayed behind him as he walked down the hall. He looked at the door numbers until he found the room he had been looking for. He knocked on the door a few times and stood waiting. After a few moments with no answer he shrugged and opened the door. The room he was greeted with was empty minus three beds, a book shelf, dressers, and a door leading to the bathroom. Jon shut the door behind him.
"Well this sucks major crap." He kicked the wooden frame of the bed closest to the bathroom. He was going to defiantly want this one for its easy access to the shower and the toilet. He rolled around on the bed a few times to see how well the mattress held up. "Blah.. I suppose it will have to do." A knock threw his attention towards the door. He sighed and sat up. "What?"
A small meeping voice made its way through the thick door frame. "Dover sir...your belongings have arrived." Jon leaped off the bed and threw the door open. "Well why didn't you say that sooner." The small nerdy kid pushed his glass's up while looking at the boy in front of him. "Ahh, you scared me Mr. Dover." Jon extended his hand in a friendly manner. "Jon dude...Drop the Dover crap." The boy shook Jon's hand excitedly. Jon grabbed his stuff and threw them into the room. He smiled at the nerd. "Your name?" The suddenly frightened teen looked up at Jon nervously. "Well, Mr. Dover...I mean Jon. The names Ernie. " Jon smiled while taking a small step back. "Well uhh Ernie...Thanx a mill." With that he shut the door while giving a sigh of relief. "God please save me from this place!"
Jon brushed his hair out of his face and looked at the box's of clothing and personal items on the floor. This was Jon's first year here. His Aunt and uncle were making him go. They felt he was 'Gifted'. He felt they were 'Psycho'. But never the less, he was stuck here for 10 months with no escape. Oh the horrors..
Jon opened a oversized suit case which laid in the heap of his belongings. He pulled out a pile of neatly folded shirts and placed them in a drawl. As he reached the bottom of the suit case, he was faced with a note and a picture of his aunt and uncle. It read 'You screw up, you die. Or just pay for your tuition fee. We love you honey..Kissy kissy!' Jon flinched at the kissy kissy part. "Sometimes I feel repulsed to know I'm part of this family." He closed the suit case.
Jon stuffed some more of his clothing in a drawl and then went through the rest of the box's. After about a hour of organizing, Jon made his way to the last box. The most important box of all. He opened the tightly sealed box carefully.. tenderly. He walked to the bathroom carrying the box with much love and care. He opened the small closet in the bathroom after placing the box on the toilet. He picked the middle shelf as his own and placed his well organized bottles of shampoo's and conditioner's on the empty shelf. Once he was done he looked in the mirror and smiled at himself. He frowned as he took a step closer to discover a small little red pimple forming on his right cheek. He groaned at the unwelcome blemished. After a few moments of tinkering he smiled at the victory over the battle of his face.
He walked back to the bed room and looked out of the only window in the room. He frowned looking at the parents telling their children goodbye. A small knock disturbed his trance and the door opened. A small lanky boy walked in carrying his few belongings. He huffed at Jon and placed his stuff on the dresser. "Which bed have you already occupied?" Jon pointed to his and the boy nodded. He threw his stuff on the bed farthest from Jon's and went on his way unpacking his things. Jon shrugged and walked over to where the other boy was.
"Uhh, hi, the names Jon. Guess we will be room buddies." The boy looked at Jon's out stretched hand and waved it away. "My names Chad Willmen the third. I am here to learn and nothing else. I expect respect and to not be disturbed. In violating my requests you will find your self most unhappy with your consequences. I will say this now and not need to find myself having to repeat this...My father is a leading and well respected lieutenant with Oz. I think you should understand what that implies. Now please, while you still have your dignity." Jon lifted a eyebrow at Chad while rolling the name Oz around in his mouth. "I suppose I'll be on my way then...to the...other side of...er, the room.." Jon gave a small smile and walked away from the boy as quickly as possible...Yup, he was defiantly stuck with a freak.
For the next few hours Jon found 'busy work' for himself while keeping a safe distance from Chad. Jon was looking through a book on Mobile Suit Ability's when the door opened to reveal a boy about his age. His hair was short and brown. The boy looked at Jon strictly and turned his head to Chad. Him and Chad both smiled at each other and shook hands. "Why Mr.Willmen..It seems we shall be sharing the same quarters this year. What a delightful surprise." Chad shook his head in agreement. "Yes very delightful indeed. Its been a long time no see Mr. Louten."
Jon smacked the book against his head realizing he was going to be stuck with two full blown nerds this year. He felt a shadow creep up on him as he slowly pulled the book off his face. Louten was towering over Jon's form. "Why Mr...." Jon smirked. "Dover". "Ahhh yes Mr. Dover. Strange...Your name doesn't seem familiar to me. Are your parents part of Oz or representing countrys?" Jon swallowed coldly. "My parents had been killed by the Gundams. My Aunt and Uncle found it fit to send me to this private school." The young new boys cheek twitched at the word 'Gundams'. "I see. I am sorry to hear of your loss." Jon gave a nod.
Louten sat on his bed while still facing Jon. "You must understand young Dover this school is very respected and actually quit hard to get into. I am surprised you were accepted since you have no family members part of Oz or any representing countrys. It shall be hard for you to earn the respect of your fellow classmates. But I'm sure with much effort.." Louten coughed. "And 'class' you shall be able to fit in here."
Jon just looked at the boy confused. "Ehh, ok." Louten gave a small groan and went to the hall way to get his stuff. Yup, this was going be a long and interesting year indeed.
Authors note: While re-editing this I found this to be a disappointing chapter compared to others. Just no time to rewrite it. Sorry..