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should I stick the other pilots beside DUo and Heero in here, because I really don't have their roles planned out right now, but if you want them, tell me, I'll see how the response turns up.
Just to clarity, this is an ALTERNATE REALITY story, no war, no gundams, and no gundam pilots. But I can asure you this is not going to be some PWP with happy happy characters, so give it a chance.
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Deception Point
Chapter 1
Chance encounter
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Disclaimer: yup!6 all mine! ..............--................fine! I don't own Gundam Wing!
Italics----thoughts
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The first of the writhing color snaked with the rest of purple haze, blending, twisting, in a devious dance. The colors intertwined eachother like statics in a cut off TV screen, for seems like an eternity, the vision clouded and twisted in a repeated pattern without so much as a focus.
Then, as if the color and shapes have a mind of their own, the sporadic pattern contracted and expanded into a form.
A woman's curvious silhouette.
Her face is half merged with the purple twist of shadows, but a defined nose and shinning cobalt eyes strked through her masked contenence. A gentle smile lit her features, her hand stretched out in a welcoming fashion.
"Heero...my son" The docile voice chimed like a lolaby,"come to me, I will be waiting for you tomorrow night at the centural park...in this car."
Behind her, a slick black car glided silently up, its head polished and smooth, and visibly missing a liscense plate.
The purple shadows shimmered with mysterioius delight.
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Five o'clock in the morning found Heero Yuy staring absently into his cooling coffee, the rising steam leaving a shean of moisture on his face half fazed with lingering sleepiness.
The clearity of his dream last night keep nagging at the back of his mind. He was never a clairvoyant soul, Heero knew, and the aspect of weird dreams never really bothered him before.
But her face is unmistakable.
Heero clenched his jaw. Pushing away from the coffee and dining table combined, he paced again to the extricated bedside stand that he visit so often. The little stand is about the only descent piece of furniture in the entire house, its soft flow of delicate carved designs a sharp contrast to the tough, second handed furnitures sparsely scattered in random corners of the house. On the middle of the stand,a half translucent frame, seeminly made out of part crystal, held a single old photo of a family.
The teen picked up the photo carefully, flicking a speck of imaginary dust of the clear, unscratched surface.
The sunny smiles of his deceased family innocently flashed back at him.
Even after four years the scene still clenches his heart on sight.
The couple in the front glowed under the sunlight, wrapped in eachother's arms. The man is tall and regal, with unruly dark brown hair falling in front of dark brown eyes. A sharp jawline and angular features defined his fine features, and the thin lips are curled up in the barlest of a content smile.
The woman, on the other hand, radiated a soft happiness, her long fall of dark locks spiralled down lover both of their shoulders, and her smile seems almost too big for her elfin face. In her arms, face buried in her sunny skirt, Heero Yuy at age eleven is a timid child with a strong heart.
But the soft spoken boy has disappeared since that tragic event four years ago that claimed both of his parents and his grandfather's lives.
The boy shift his gaze to study the old man once again, the granfather that he never really connected with. J was a quirky man, so devoted to science and his fantasy of a perfect new race that Heero ack then could never understand him. But he had admired the scientist nonthless, his intelligence and devotedness, and the rare kindness that the old man had bestold upon him.
Then J's insanity had teared the family apart.
He remembered his mother weeping as they dragged the frantic man inside the mentle institution truck, his chocking screams claiming that he's perfectly sane tore down the road and echoed like a haggered radio, repeating and repeating.
Does a subconcious part of him still blame J for his parents' death?
J was killed in the explosion too, but his young mind kept telling him that it's not the same. His parents had gone to visit the insane old man and never returned. No body, no evidence, just completely obliterated from the face of the earth.
They didn't even have graves.
Shaking off the long train of thought that was bound to plunge down every time, Heero closely studied his mother's face again.
The face looks exactly as the one in his dreams.
Setting the frame gently around, Heero turned sharply back and grabbed his bike keys, school starts in thirty minutes, and he isn't about to be late.
The meeting is tonight.
Dashing out of his shabby self owned apartment, the boy grabbed his bike and set of under the first rays pf the sun peeking from the horizon.
His mother's face keep drifting back to him.
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Calculating violet eyes scaned through the narrow window of his room. Two guards at the frontier, two down the corner, and one by the door. Rolling over the obstacles in his head, the boy allowed a little smirk lit his lips, there might just be time for some little fun today.
Lithe fingers fumbled in the layers of thick chest nut streaks until he produced a small hair clip in his hand. It didn't take long to pick the lock on his private room and slip out, as he had done so many times before, but he always comes back, for whether he likes to admitt it or not, this place is the closest he can call home.
If they think he's lying, the heaven damn them.
Duo Maxwell may run, may hide, but he never lies.
Tip toeing down the corridor, he skidded across a corner to avoid the incoming volunteers, then quickly up the small window. All the windows in this place are tiny because of the possibilities of one of the patients escaping, but luckily for Duo, his lithe, almost skanky frame fits the exit almost perfectly. The window had became his common escape route to the outside world.
A small swing out of the window, Duo enjoyed the brief pull of gravity from the second floor window before he landed with a low, cat like crouch to break the full. Then he broke into a full run. The morning air came rushing to his face in cool brushes of chill. The boy closed his eyes in exhallation, letting the scraps of wind clear his drumming head.
I've been in that place for way too long.
It took him some full seconds to register the sharp chine of bell and the screech of wheels in his ears, the next thing he know, he's down in a heep on a ground with both a boy and his bike on top of him.
He shifted uncomfortably.
"Um...hey buddy care to get off me first?"
THe boy growned, and lift a pair of very much blue and very much annoyed eyes beneath shaggy bands. pushing himself off the lanky boy underneath him, his gaze flicked to the bony body that just spontaneously bursted into the middle of the bike path.
Slightly dazed but amused amethyst met with his own, and the boy blinked at the acute shade of the pupils.
"Ah sorry I crashed into you like that pal, just wasn't watching where I was going, say, isn't today's wather nice?"
Heero lifted a speculating eye brow at boyl still on the ground.
"Hn".
Sighing, Duo quirked his chin at the mount of bike still on top of him.
"It would be very pleasant if you can get your lovely 60 pound bike of me too."
Now Heero is scowling, and shift forward to grab the bike off the other boy. The later immediately bounced up, and dusted off his black cloths.
Heero did a double take. THe boy is wearing a seeminly preist outfit, with black and white color and a golden cross on his chest.
Is he from a church?
Another take at the wide eyes and quirked lips gave him doubts.
The purpled eyed boy give him a little grin and pat him on the shoulders.
"I should be on my way now, have a nice day!"
Mumbling a salud, Heero squinted at that long rope of...hair that trailed behind the other boy, already running down the street again. Shaking his head slightly, he flipped on his bike and continued down the street.
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