Disclaimer-I don't own Gundam wing.
AN-this is the first chapter of "The Daughter Of Two" It starts kinda slow, but I think it's going to get better. Please let me know what you think. The time of this story is revealed in the chapter, and I'm not going to say anything that will give it away. This has slight yaoi mention, 1+2 and eventual 3+4. yeah, so if you don't like that kinda stuff, read it anyway because it's not really a part of the story. I don't go into detail with that kind of thing in this fic. Yeah, so read and find out…
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Chapter 1
Gangs and Guns
The hallways of the school were crowded. Teenagers were mingling with their friends in the public building, chatting and just plain hanging. There was one girl, however, who wasn't enjoying the 'before class' time period. Sighing as she watched her classmates talking their mouths off, she headed for her homeroom class, balancing her books carefully in one arm as she reached out with her other hand to open the door.
She managed to make it to her seat without dropping anything, and she set her books in the shelf just below her desk. Pulling out her half and inch thick laptop, a birthday present from her father, she flicked it on and waited for it to boot up. She then thought of her other birthday gift. Only one of the reasons as to why she was so lonely in the school. Her other present had been more special than the laptop. It was definitely more expensive. It too had been from her father. Only, it had been from her other father. She sighed again. The second present was massive. She was also learning how to pilot it. Yes, that's right. Pilot it. She had been training ever since she was three to master the massive mobile suit. Or more correctly, to master the gundam Deathscythe Hell Custom.
That was the other reason she had no friends her own age. Her parents were both of the same gender. This didn't bother her, as she had grown up with it. However, it did seem to bother her classmates. The girl's cobalt blue eyes scanned the room. The other students were starting to file into the room. It was the first day of the second semester on the colony of L1. Her thoughts turned to the other potential reasons the other teens in the colony despised her. Her parents were heroes, (no pun intended). They had saved the earth and the colonies from destruction approximately 21 years ago. She was now 15 and working for the preventers as their sole gundam pilot. Her family life at home was comfortable. She admired her fathers and held them close to her heart, for although she had been trained in the ways of war; her parents had also taught her of love. Something they had not had during their childhoods.
The girl sighed again and turned her attention to the machine that was now humming purposefully in front of her. She tapped over the keys with ease, a talent that she had inherited from one of her dads. Heero Yuy, to be more precise. He always managed to surprise her, for he was still learning to feel. They had shared some special moments along with the other family member, Duo Maxwell. Whether it be at the beach, or at the ski hill, they always managed to have fun together. The ex-gundam pilots treated their daughter as a friend and as family at the same time. The three were very close.
Another sigh escaped the girl's lips as she leaned her chin on her hand, still typing with the other. The teacher was talking, and she wasn't listening. She wasn't here because she needed to be. Her parents had taught her everything she needed to know. No, this preventer was on a mission. To find her partner. Although she still had no idea how she was going to find him, or her, in this mass of students. She knew most of them by name, as her parents had sent her here for grade ten in hopes that she would find some friends. "right." She muttered under her breath.
Just then, her train of thought was interrupted.
"Trinity…"
"What?" she said calmly, keeping her eyes on the screen of her laptop. She had known that the teacher had been calling her name for the past couple of minutes, after consulting the class list. She had had this same teacher last semester for math, and now she had him for physics. Grade 12 physics. She had signed up for this course, hoping to learn something she didn't already know, and it wasn't the only grade 12 class that she had signed up for. As mentioned before, her parents had taught her everything she knew, and they weren't exactly your average high school drop out.
"Please put the machine away and pay attention." The teacher said with a sigh. He was used to this type of behaviour from the long haired girl. He knew both of her parents personally, and not from the many parent teacher meetings that had been arranged.
"Fine." 'Trinity' replied.
"Thank you." The tall blond man replied. He was also the talk of the school. Most of the girls adored him, and the guys simply found him hilarious. He taught the maths and physics at the school, as a part time job, and he would leave every once in a while in the middle of class, and no one would know why.
Trinity knew. He was a fellow preventer, and for some reason, Mr. Zechs Merquise enjoyed teaching the older students how to add and subtract. Ok, so maybe it was a little bit more complicated than that, but hey. Same difference, right?
Trinity sighed again, and switched her computer off, tucking a escaped piece of long brown hair behind her ear. Many times had this 3 foot long braid been in danger, but Trinity always kept it tied back, only wearing it out on very special occasions. She then pulled out her text book, and flipped to the page assigned, ignoring the first lesson of first semester and getting her work done so she could continue with her report.
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Later that day, Trinity stood in line at the cafeteria. Her books had been deposited in her locker, and her laptop was in her hand. She paid for her lunch, and headed for the courtyard of the school. Second period had been a boring English class. She had ignored the teacher's ramblings about the rules, and names and so on and so forth. Finding and empty table, Trinity sat and once again flicked on her portable computer. Her slightly slanted eyes scanned the courtyard, searching for trouble that could be heading her way. Finding none, she turned her attention to the report she had been working on earlier.
Nibbling at her pizza, and typing away calmly, Trinity sent a few emails, finished her report, and checked for any new missions. There were none, which left the girl with nothing to do. She sighed for what felt like the fiftieth time that day, closed her laptop, threw the garbage from her lunch in the garbage bin, and headed to her first period class in hopes of finding an intelligible conversation with Zechs. It was a long shot, but at least she wouldn't be bored.
However, when she rounded one of the many corners of the hallway, she ran into a guy. Or, two guys. They were both a few inches taller than she was, and they were more heavily built, although not by much. She didn't take much notice of them, not wanting them to recognize who she was and start taunting her. She didn't feel like having to knock both of them out and get all scratched up before third and fourth period. If they did bother her, she didn't want it to be now. She much preferred to have a proper fight after school, where she wouldn't get in trouble. She didn't want to jeopardize her mission. At the very last moment before they collided, Trinity's reflexes kicked in and she jumped out of the way, saving both of their lunches and her laptop. She mumbled a slight 'sorry' and continued to the physics classroom.
"Hello Trinity." Zechs greeted her warmly. He was a friend of her parents, and was very fond of his co-worker, so to speak.
"Hey Merquise." Trinity replied. She had made sure to shut the door behind her, for if the other students should hear this conversation, she surely wouldn't live it down.
"You seem a little preoccupied. Care to talk?" He asked, motioning with a sweep of his arm towards the uncomfortable desks.
Trinity grinned. "Yes of course, I can't wait to sit in those uncomfortable chairs again!!" she said sarcastically.
"Ah, and Mr. Maxwell's sense of humour shines through once more." Zechs commented, with a knowing smile.
The conversation continued from there, both enjoying the other's company until the before class bell rang. Trinity sighed again. "Well, I've got to run. See you around, Merquise." She said, heading for the door.
"Don't worry about your partner's appearance. I'm sure they'll make it here soon enough." The blond man said.
"Oh, I'm not worried. Just a little anxious to get started, that's all." Trinity replied, as she left the class room.
Third period was gym, the one class where she couldn't use her laptop. But that didn't matter as she had finished her report at lunch. She got through the class ok, her slim frame hiding her true abilities. She couldn't wait until they started the hand to hand combat lessons. She hoped to find someone who was as interested in it as she was. However, that wasn't for a month or so, and they were playing basket ball now. Fourth period was mechanics. Basically an introduction on the first day. Trinity was the only girl in that class. Another of the grade twelve courses, and most girls didn't follow mechanics through to grade twelve.
When the last bell of the day rang, Trinity made her way through the crowded hallways to her locker, stuffed her text books in, grabbed her bag, and headed for home. She walked from the school to her house. It took her approximately half an hour, but she couldn't stand to bus ride. So, slipping on her earphones, she headed for home and training.
When she reached the exit of the school grounds, she waited for the street light to change to green so she could cross. She didn't hear the gang of kids approach her from behind, as her music was on. Her training wasn't for nothing though. It had started as self defence, as her Prussian eyed father was very overprotective. But then she had seen the gundams. They had amazed her. And so, her parents had trained her to become a pilot. The only known female gundam pilot.
The gang got closer, and closer, and closer. The metallic silver of a gun glinted inside of the jacket of one of the gang members. Trinity noticed the shadows first. They seemed normal enough, as he was waiting to cross the street. It was the flash of sun against metal that alerted her senses. She slowly reached to her pocket to flick off her music. Succeeding in this task, she listened intently. They were whispering something that she couldn't hear. Trinity wasn't afraid, she was being cautious. Her job often put her in danger, as she did some work against drug dealing and illegal handling of weapons. She had started as a preventer two years ago. She liked her job, and the danger it provided. Her parents had been preventers at one time, but they were now only on call as a last resort. They had retired to train her, and their retirement had been welcomed.
In any case, Trinity didn't dare glance behind her. She heard a rustle of clothing, and then a few footsteps, but if they were drawing closer or moving away, the girl couldn't be sure. However, when she heard the safety of a gun being switched off, Trinity turned slowly, eyes blazing with an anger that was unknown to her classmates. They didn't know the real Trinity. They only thought of her as some kid who was too smart for her own good. They had no idea that she had been trained to defeat a gang of druggies with a gun pointed at her heart. This is exactly what Trinity was hoping she could do as this was the situation in which she found herself now. Her heart started to beat faster as she turned to find a gun pointed at her, and five other gang members grinning wickedly as they watched the expression on her face.
However, had they wanted to scare someone, they should have picked someone else, as Trinity's expression remained neutral. If anything, she might have smiled slightly at the looks on *their* faces when they saw she wasn't afraid.
"Aren't you scared, little girl?" The apparent leader had asked.
"No." Had been Trinity's reply.
"We're going to kill you, but first we're going to hurt you." He said through a grin. A grin that was full of evil, and was enough to make anyone's blood run cold. Anyone but Trinity Yuy-Maxwell.
"I'd like to see you try." She replied in a monotone, inherited from her other father, Heero.
By this time the thugs were seething at her calmness, when her life was in danger. "Right then. Shoot her Danny."
'Danny' hesitated…long enough to enrage his leader even more.
"Shoot her. NOW."
Danny had pulled the trigger.
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Well, I hope you liked that. Please let me know what you think! I appreciate comments, and if you're going to leave a flame, please at least leave a reason as to why you didn't like this. I'm not sure when the next chapter's coming out. I guess it depends on who wants to hear more, eh?
Aria
AN-this is the first chapter of "The Daughter Of Two" It starts kinda slow, but I think it's going to get better. Please let me know what you think. The time of this story is revealed in the chapter, and I'm not going to say anything that will give it away. This has slight yaoi mention, 1+2 and eventual 3+4. yeah, so if you don't like that kinda stuff, read it anyway because it's not really a part of the story. I don't go into detail with that kind of thing in this fic. Yeah, so read and find out…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 1
Gangs and Guns
The hallways of the school were crowded. Teenagers were mingling with their friends in the public building, chatting and just plain hanging. There was one girl, however, who wasn't enjoying the 'before class' time period. Sighing as she watched her classmates talking their mouths off, she headed for her homeroom class, balancing her books carefully in one arm as she reached out with her other hand to open the door.
She managed to make it to her seat without dropping anything, and she set her books in the shelf just below her desk. Pulling out her half and inch thick laptop, a birthday present from her father, she flicked it on and waited for it to boot up. She then thought of her other birthday gift. Only one of the reasons as to why she was so lonely in the school. Her other present had been more special than the laptop. It was definitely more expensive. It too had been from her father. Only, it had been from her other father. She sighed again. The second present was massive. She was also learning how to pilot it. Yes, that's right. Pilot it. She had been training ever since she was three to master the massive mobile suit. Or more correctly, to master the gundam Deathscythe Hell Custom.
That was the other reason she had no friends her own age. Her parents were both of the same gender. This didn't bother her, as she had grown up with it. However, it did seem to bother her classmates. The girl's cobalt blue eyes scanned the room. The other students were starting to file into the room. It was the first day of the second semester on the colony of L1. Her thoughts turned to the other potential reasons the other teens in the colony despised her. Her parents were heroes, (no pun intended). They had saved the earth and the colonies from destruction approximately 21 years ago. She was now 15 and working for the preventers as their sole gundam pilot. Her family life at home was comfortable. She admired her fathers and held them close to her heart, for although she had been trained in the ways of war; her parents had also taught her of love. Something they had not had during their childhoods.
The girl sighed again and turned her attention to the machine that was now humming purposefully in front of her. She tapped over the keys with ease, a talent that she had inherited from one of her dads. Heero Yuy, to be more precise. He always managed to surprise her, for he was still learning to feel. They had shared some special moments along with the other family member, Duo Maxwell. Whether it be at the beach, or at the ski hill, they always managed to have fun together. The ex-gundam pilots treated their daughter as a friend and as family at the same time. The three were very close.
Another sigh escaped the girl's lips as she leaned her chin on her hand, still typing with the other. The teacher was talking, and she wasn't listening. She wasn't here because she needed to be. Her parents had taught her everything she needed to know. No, this preventer was on a mission. To find her partner. Although she still had no idea how she was going to find him, or her, in this mass of students. She knew most of them by name, as her parents had sent her here for grade ten in hopes that she would find some friends. "right." She muttered under her breath.
Just then, her train of thought was interrupted.
"Trinity…"
"What?" she said calmly, keeping her eyes on the screen of her laptop. She had known that the teacher had been calling her name for the past couple of minutes, after consulting the class list. She had had this same teacher last semester for math, and now she had him for physics. Grade 12 physics. She had signed up for this course, hoping to learn something she didn't already know, and it wasn't the only grade 12 class that she had signed up for. As mentioned before, her parents had taught her everything she knew, and they weren't exactly your average high school drop out.
"Please put the machine away and pay attention." The teacher said with a sigh. He was used to this type of behaviour from the long haired girl. He knew both of her parents personally, and not from the many parent teacher meetings that had been arranged.
"Fine." 'Trinity' replied.
"Thank you." The tall blond man replied. He was also the talk of the school. Most of the girls adored him, and the guys simply found him hilarious. He taught the maths and physics at the school, as a part time job, and he would leave every once in a while in the middle of class, and no one would know why.
Trinity knew. He was a fellow preventer, and for some reason, Mr. Zechs Merquise enjoyed teaching the older students how to add and subtract. Ok, so maybe it was a little bit more complicated than that, but hey. Same difference, right?
Trinity sighed again, and switched her computer off, tucking a escaped piece of long brown hair behind her ear. Many times had this 3 foot long braid been in danger, but Trinity always kept it tied back, only wearing it out on very special occasions. She then pulled out her text book, and flipped to the page assigned, ignoring the first lesson of first semester and getting her work done so she could continue with her report.
*~*
Later that day, Trinity stood in line at the cafeteria. Her books had been deposited in her locker, and her laptop was in her hand. She paid for her lunch, and headed for the courtyard of the school. Second period had been a boring English class. She had ignored the teacher's ramblings about the rules, and names and so on and so forth. Finding and empty table, Trinity sat and once again flicked on her portable computer. Her slightly slanted eyes scanned the courtyard, searching for trouble that could be heading her way. Finding none, she turned her attention to the report she had been working on earlier.
Nibbling at her pizza, and typing away calmly, Trinity sent a few emails, finished her report, and checked for any new missions. There were none, which left the girl with nothing to do. She sighed for what felt like the fiftieth time that day, closed her laptop, threw the garbage from her lunch in the garbage bin, and headed to her first period class in hopes of finding an intelligible conversation with Zechs. It was a long shot, but at least she wouldn't be bored.
However, when she rounded one of the many corners of the hallway, she ran into a guy. Or, two guys. They were both a few inches taller than she was, and they were more heavily built, although not by much. She didn't take much notice of them, not wanting them to recognize who she was and start taunting her. She didn't feel like having to knock both of them out and get all scratched up before third and fourth period. If they did bother her, she didn't want it to be now. She much preferred to have a proper fight after school, where she wouldn't get in trouble. She didn't want to jeopardize her mission. At the very last moment before they collided, Trinity's reflexes kicked in and she jumped out of the way, saving both of their lunches and her laptop. She mumbled a slight 'sorry' and continued to the physics classroom.
"Hello Trinity." Zechs greeted her warmly. He was a friend of her parents, and was very fond of his co-worker, so to speak.
"Hey Merquise." Trinity replied. She had made sure to shut the door behind her, for if the other students should hear this conversation, she surely wouldn't live it down.
"You seem a little preoccupied. Care to talk?" He asked, motioning with a sweep of his arm towards the uncomfortable desks.
Trinity grinned. "Yes of course, I can't wait to sit in those uncomfortable chairs again!!" she said sarcastically.
"Ah, and Mr. Maxwell's sense of humour shines through once more." Zechs commented, with a knowing smile.
The conversation continued from there, both enjoying the other's company until the before class bell rang. Trinity sighed again. "Well, I've got to run. See you around, Merquise." She said, heading for the door.
"Don't worry about your partner's appearance. I'm sure they'll make it here soon enough." The blond man said.
"Oh, I'm not worried. Just a little anxious to get started, that's all." Trinity replied, as she left the class room.
Third period was gym, the one class where she couldn't use her laptop. But that didn't matter as she had finished her report at lunch. She got through the class ok, her slim frame hiding her true abilities. She couldn't wait until they started the hand to hand combat lessons. She hoped to find someone who was as interested in it as she was. However, that wasn't for a month or so, and they were playing basket ball now. Fourth period was mechanics. Basically an introduction on the first day. Trinity was the only girl in that class. Another of the grade twelve courses, and most girls didn't follow mechanics through to grade twelve.
When the last bell of the day rang, Trinity made her way through the crowded hallways to her locker, stuffed her text books in, grabbed her bag, and headed for home. She walked from the school to her house. It took her approximately half an hour, but she couldn't stand to bus ride. So, slipping on her earphones, she headed for home and training.
When she reached the exit of the school grounds, she waited for the street light to change to green so she could cross. She didn't hear the gang of kids approach her from behind, as her music was on. Her training wasn't for nothing though. It had started as self defence, as her Prussian eyed father was very overprotective. But then she had seen the gundams. They had amazed her. And so, her parents had trained her to become a pilot. The only known female gundam pilot.
The gang got closer, and closer, and closer. The metallic silver of a gun glinted inside of the jacket of one of the gang members. Trinity noticed the shadows first. They seemed normal enough, as he was waiting to cross the street. It was the flash of sun against metal that alerted her senses. She slowly reached to her pocket to flick off her music. Succeeding in this task, she listened intently. They were whispering something that she couldn't hear. Trinity wasn't afraid, she was being cautious. Her job often put her in danger, as she did some work against drug dealing and illegal handling of weapons. She had started as a preventer two years ago. She liked her job, and the danger it provided. Her parents had been preventers at one time, but they were now only on call as a last resort. They had retired to train her, and their retirement had been welcomed.
In any case, Trinity didn't dare glance behind her. She heard a rustle of clothing, and then a few footsteps, but if they were drawing closer or moving away, the girl couldn't be sure. However, when she heard the safety of a gun being switched off, Trinity turned slowly, eyes blazing with an anger that was unknown to her classmates. They didn't know the real Trinity. They only thought of her as some kid who was too smart for her own good. They had no idea that she had been trained to defeat a gang of druggies with a gun pointed at her heart. This is exactly what Trinity was hoping she could do as this was the situation in which she found herself now. Her heart started to beat faster as she turned to find a gun pointed at her, and five other gang members grinning wickedly as they watched the expression on her face.
However, had they wanted to scare someone, they should have picked someone else, as Trinity's expression remained neutral. If anything, she might have smiled slightly at the looks on *their* faces when they saw she wasn't afraid.
"Aren't you scared, little girl?" The apparent leader had asked.
"No." Had been Trinity's reply.
"We're going to kill you, but first we're going to hurt you." He said through a grin. A grin that was full of evil, and was enough to make anyone's blood run cold. Anyone but Trinity Yuy-Maxwell.
"I'd like to see you try." She replied in a monotone, inherited from her other father, Heero.
By this time the thugs were seething at her calmness, when her life was in danger. "Right then. Shoot her Danny."
'Danny' hesitated…long enough to enrage his leader even more.
"Shoot her. NOW."
Danny had pulled the trigger.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, I hope you liked that. Please let me know what you think! I appreciate comments, and if you're going to leave a flame, please at least leave a reason as to why you didn't like this. I'm not sure when the next chapter's coming out. I guess it depends on who wants to hear more, eh?
Aria
