DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon or the characters in it
nor anything of that sort. What I do own, is a TV, DVD player, various
anime to watch, various manga to read, several notebooks filled with the
stories I've written, and a cool Ninja Turtle sword that makes noises when
you swing it. SHWANG!
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He looked about, lost in curiosity. How did he get here? He was in the apartment just shortly ago with the other pilots. Now he was in a great hall. Tapestries and giant mystical paintings hung from the walls. Like something out of a fairy tale castle.
Great doors in the far back of the hall creaked open. A tall woman with long silvery blonde flowing hair stepped into the room. She was wearing long white and regal looking robes. And her eyes were a soft limpid blue shade of water. Eyes that told you of her wisdom and age, despite her looks.
She was silently followed by, was that Heero? He too was dressed in an odd fashion. Wearing a black cape and uniform. Streamed and laced with blue and silver were the only colors on the uniform. He wore a glove, but only on his right hand.
The woman walked up to where he was standing and waited as Heero stood beside Trowa. He looked at him and lowered his eyes before returning his gaze toward the woman.
"Is that your only excuse?" Her voice was soft, like the falling rain. But it was also strong. It did not waver as her eyes became cold as they narrowed down on Heero.
"He would have done the same for me." Heero looked at her and held his chin up high. Not standing down before the woman. She seemed to glare at him for a moment. As coldly as Heero's death glare. Trowa was temped to consider them possible relatives.
She turned her gaze at Trowa. Her eyes were now filled with sympathy for some unknown reason. But held an authority that said she could not back down. "Some things were just. . . meant to be."
Trowa was still at a loss as to what was going on. But he seemed like he was starting to get a grasp of the situation. Something was wrong. Or had gone wrong. And now there was a price to pay for it. Curiosity overcame him. Unexpectedly, he heard himself speak. "What is my punishment?"
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Trowa's eyes shot open and he scanned the room. He was in his room at the apartment. Sitting in a chair. He must have fallen asleep. He must have been dreaming. Was that a dream? It seemed so real. Heero had mentioned something about memories. Was that a memory?
He stood up and grabbed his jacket. It was late at night. He felt like going for a walk. Clear his thoughts. Heero was no doubt still awake. But he would wait until later to ask him about the strange dream. Try and get some information out of the perfect soldier. What ever these dreams were, he knew that Heero had something to do with them. But was didn't he tell them.
He felt eyes fall on him as he walked out the door. Turning around, he saw Quatre grab his own jacket off the chair. And move to follow him. "Mind if I join you?" He asked quietly. Trowa nodded his head and walked out the door, followed less silently by his friend.
They walked the streets silently. Quatre looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "Something on your mind." He stated. It wasn't a question.
Damned empathy. Trowa shook his head to himself. "Its a lot to take in, in a single day. Home." He looked around. Nothing was familiar to him. But he did feel a strange kinship to place. One that he only noticed after Heero had mentioned it. He never looked for a home before.
"Yes. Everything I thought I ever knew about Heero was just turned upside down. Being here, it will be a while before I can really sleep. The space heart, I can feel it here too. But it feels different."
"Once again, I fail to know who I am." Trowa sighed.
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Setsuna looked sadly at the time gate as she watched Trowa. Watched him as he fought with himself, trying to regain that which was taken from him. She was saddened to know that he remembered nothing.
A small smile graced her features when an idea came to mind. "Heero- ouji said that I was not to tell him his past. But he didn't say I could not give him hints. Help him along the way."
With that said, she faded from the scene. A thick mist rolled across the time gates. When it cleared, she was gone from sight.
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"I'm late I'm late I'm late I'm soooo late!" Serena yelled as she flew down the steps from her room. She grabbed the toast off from her little brothers plate and ran out the door. Book bag over her shoulder.
Mrs. Tsukino looked at the door left open by her daughter and then at her wristwatch. She wondered aloud. "Late for what?"
Serena ran as fast as her legs could carry her until she became short of breath. Which wasn't very far. She started staggering, ignoring the odd looks she got from people. She stopped and staggered over toward the wall. Leaning heavily on it as she tried to catch her breathe.
"Hey, are you okay?" A voice said very close. No doubt to her. She grasped the wall to pull herself up and look at the speaker. Grasping the wall, she found it to be rather soft and lumpy. Not at all hard like a wall.
She looked up and found out the wall was in fact a guy. He had bright cobalt blue eyes that looked down at her and long brown hair tied in a braid down his back. She blushed when she realized she was still leaning into him. And the close proximity of their faces.
She sprang away from him. Her face turning a deep shade of red. He grinned at her with a 100-watt smile that could only be matched by her own. She smiled back at him. "I'm sorry about that I was in a hurry I'm really late I'm sorry I was running when I became out of breath and went to lean on the wall to catch by breath and I didn't see that I leaned on you I'm sorry!"
She had definitely caught her breath. She said all that without taking a breath. And went on like that for about ten minutes before he stopped her. "Its okay! Its okay!" He waved his hands dismissively in front of him. "I'm Duo, by the way. Duo Maxwell." He offered her his hand.
"Serena Tsukino." She took his hand and shook it. Losing her embarrassment. It was then that she noticed his cloths. He was wearing something like a priests cloths. "Are you a priest?"
Duo looked down at his cloths. "Yes and no. It's a long story." He shrugged his shoulders. "By the way, what were you in such a hurry about?"
Serena gasped and looked about for her book bag. He handed it to her, which she grasped quickly and threw it over her shoulder. "I'm late for school! I'm so gonna get detention!" She whined.
"You go to school today?" He looked at her questioningly.
"Huh? Why wouldn't I go to school today?" That didn't make sense. It wasn't a holiday that she knew of. She would have known about it. Why wouldn't she go to school today?
Duo looked thoughtful but just accepted the answer. "I guess it's different here. Where I came from, people didn't generally go to school on Sunday."
Serena sweat dropped. "Its Sunday?"
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Heero watched from the apartment window as Duo talked to the girl. It seemed that finding his sister would be a lot easier than he thought. Though he would have to say that his sister had become considerably more ditzy since the Silver Millennium. "For the best." He said to himself. At least he would have to worry about her recognizing him. Weather he wanted her to or not.
The hard part would be keeping it a secret to the other pilots. And her.
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He looked about, lost in curiosity. How did he get here? He was in the apartment just shortly ago with the other pilots. Now he was in a great hall. Tapestries and giant mystical paintings hung from the walls. Like something out of a fairy tale castle.
Great doors in the far back of the hall creaked open. A tall woman with long silvery blonde flowing hair stepped into the room. She was wearing long white and regal looking robes. And her eyes were a soft limpid blue shade of water. Eyes that told you of her wisdom and age, despite her looks.
She was silently followed by, was that Heero? He too was dressed in an odd fashion. Wearing a black cape and uniform. Streamed and laced with blue and silver were the only colors on the uniform. He wore a glove, but only on his right hand.
The woman walked up to where he was standing and waited as Heero stood beside Trowa. He looked at him and lowered his eyes before returning his gaze toward the woman.
"Is that your only excuse?" Her voice was soft, like the falling rain. But it was also strong. It did not waver as her eyes became cold as they narrowed down on Heero.
"He would have done the same for me." Heero looked at her and held his chin up high. Not standing down before the woman. She seemed to glare at him for a moment. As coldly as Heero's death glare. Trowa was temped to consider them possible relatives.
She turned her gaze at Trowa. Her eyes were now filled with sympathy for some unknown reason. But held an authority that said she could not back down. "Some things were just. . . meant to be."
Trowa was still at a loss as to what was going on. But he seemed like he was starting to get a grasp of the situation. Something was wrong. Or had gone wrong. And now there was a price to pay for it. Curiosity overcame him. Unexpectedly, he heard himself speak. "What is my punishment?"
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Trowa's eyes shot open and he scanned the room. He was in his room at the apartment. Sitting in a chair. He must have fallen asleep. He must have been dreaming. Was that a dream? It seemed so real. Heero had mentioned something about memories. Was that a memory?
He stood up and grabbed his jacket. It was late at night. He felt like going for a walk. Clear his thoughts. Heero was no doubt still awake. But he would wait until later to ask him about the strange dream. Try and get some information out of the perfect soldier. What ever these dreams were, he knew that Heero had something to do with them. But was didn't he tell them.
He felt eyes fall on him as he walked out the door. Turning around, he saw Quatre grab his own jacket off the chair. And move to follow him. "Mind if I join you?" He asked quietly. Trowa nodded his head and walked out the door, followed less silently by his friend.
They walked the streets silently. Quatre looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "Something on your mind." He stated. It wasn't a question.
Damned empathy. Trowa shook his head to himself. "Its a lot to take in, in a single day. Home." He looked around. Nothing was familiar to him. But he did feel a strange kinship to place. One that he only noticed after Heero had mentioned it. He never looked for a home before.
"Yes. Everything I thought I ever knew about Heero was just turned upside down. Being here, it will be a while before I can really sleep. The space heart, I can feel it here too. But it feels different."
"Once again, I fail to know who I am." Trowa sighed.
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Setsuna looked sadly at the time gate as she watched Trowa. Watched him as he fought with himself, trying to regain that which was taken from him. She was saddened to know that he remembered nothing.
A small smile graced her features when an idea came to mind. "Heero- ouji said that I was not to tell him his past. But he didn't say I could not give him hints. Help him along the way."
With that said, she faded from the scene. A thick mist rolled across the time gates. When it cleared, she was gone from sight.
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"I'm late I'm late I'm late I'm soooo late!" Serena yelled as she flew down the steps from her room. She grabbed the toast off from her little brothers plate and ran out the door. Book bag over her shoulder.
Mrs. Tsukino looked at the door left open by her daughter and then at her wristwatch. She wondered aloud. "Late for what?"
Serena ran as fast as her legs could carry her until she became short of breath. Which wasn't very far. She started staggering, ignoring the odd looks she got from people. She stopped and staggered over toward the wall. Leaning heavily on it as she tried to catch her breathe.
"Hey, are you okay?" A voice said very close. No doubt to her. She grasped the wall to pull herself up and look at the speaker. Grasping the wall, she found it to be rather soft and lumpy. Not at all hard like a wall.
She looked up and found out the wall was in fact a guy. He had bright cobalt blue eyes that looked down at her and long brown hair tied in a braid down his back. She blushed when she realized she was still leaning into him. And the close proximity of their faces.
She sprang away from him. Her face turning a deep shade of red. He grinned at her with a 100-watt smile that could only be matched by her own. She smiled back at him. "I'm sorry about that I was in a hurry I'm really late I'm sorry I was running when I became out of breath and went to lean on the wall to catch by breath and I didn't see that I leaned on you I'm sorry!"
She had definitely caught her breath. She said all that without taking a breath. And went on like that for about ten minutes before he stopped her. "Its okay! Its okay!" He waved his hands dismissively in front of him. "I'm Duo, by the way. Duo Maxwell." He offered her his hand.
"Serena Tsukino." She took his hand and shook it. Losing her embarrassment. It was then that she noticed his cloths. He was wearing something like a priests cloths. "Are you a priest?"
Duo looked down at his cloths. "Yes and no. It's a long story." He shrugged his shoulders. "By the way, what were you in such a hurry about?"
Serena gasped and looked about for her book bag. He handed it to her, which she grasped quickly and threw it over her shoulder. "I'm late for school! I'm so gonna get detention!" She whined.
"You go to school today?" He looked at her questioningly.
"Huh? Why wouldn't I go to school today?" That didn't make sense. It wasn't a holiday that she knew of. She would have known about it. Why wouldn't she go to school today?
Duo looked thoughtful but just accepted the answer. "I guess it's different here. Where I came from, people didn't generally go to school on Sunday."
Serena sweat dropped. "Its Sunday?"
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Heero watched from the apartment window as Duo talked to the girl. It seemed that finding his sister would be a lot easier than he thought. Though he would have to say that his sister had become considerably more ditzy since the Silver Millennium. "For the best." He said to himself. At least he would have to worry about her recognizing him. Weather he wanted her to or not.
The hard part would be keeping it a secret to the other pilots. And her.
