Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I wish to own (I'm against slavery, y'know) the G-boys or anything that is mentioned in their world. (except the cool-ass priest's outfit. I do own one of those) Those belong to Sunsutsu and Bandai. Plus, high school students, unless they're former Gundam Pilots or one of the Winners or Bartons, would not have enough money to be worth suing, so if you are insane, then go ahead and try. I dare ya!
Notes: This story contains themes and language not suitable for children under the age of 13. If you are under the age of 13, you have been warned and I am not to be held responsible for any statements made or claims implied. On a lighter note, enjoy yourselves as you read.
Summary: This story is the story of Duo, from the time that he was on the streets to now. It does contain themes that are very mature, so you have been warned.
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"Catch that rat!" the man yelled, chasing after a short creature with an abundance of hair so dirty no color could be discerned. The figure darted through the crowd, nimbly avoiding clutching hands and bodies, and ducked into an alley. The man groaned and gave up the chase.
"Never catch 'im now," he muttered. " 'e knows this nayberhood too good, and me not knowin' good enuff, I can't follow." He dejectedly went back to his shop.
"Meanwhile the child had climbed onto the roof of the building that bordered the alley and skipped across distances that would have made long distance jumpers cringe without problems. He landed in front of another rat, a boy with amorphous hair and piercing gold eyes.
"Did I do good, Solo?" the child asked, his dull violet eyes sparking momentarily.
"It was okay. Good thing you run so fast. Misty! Hair's thirsty; get 'im water!
"Sure thin' Solo!" the girl cried, running off.
"Thing! Not thin'!" Solo yelled after her. Hair sat down on a box and held out his meager prize of bread and cheese. It was enough for only four of them, even with the turkey Mouse had stolen earlier.
"Solo, let the little ones eat it, 'kay?"
"You stole it, you should get part."
"There's still that doughnut from last week. I'll eat that."
"Nah, I'll eat it. You need food. You're starving yourself." Hair snorted.
"We're street rats, Solo, we starve anyway, whether we do it ourselves or not. What's the point?" Solo sighed, his gold eyes sad.
"Forget I said it kid. Kill yourself if you want."
"I won't die! My ma said so before she went. She told me I was a kid, and couldn't die." Solo squatted down in front of him.
"Did she tell you a name? Hair, you've been on the streets barely a month now. You gotta remember something." Hair shook his head.
"I don't remember. I'm sorry, Solo."
"No problem, kid. Misty, hurry it up with that water!" Misty ran up with a half-bottle of water. "Here, you earned this."
"Thanks, Solo. And thanks Misty." Misty nodded.
End Chapter One
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Shinigami's Priestess