Gundam Wing Fanfiction - Infinte Battle
Mission 1 - An Unexpected Aquainting
Narrator: The year is After Colony 218. Peace has been achieved between the colonies and Earth. Machienes once known as mobile suits are obsolet in this long lived era of peace. Still, the thought of the war twenty-two years in the passing still makes people quiver in their own self-idiocy. The once revered gundam pilots have disappeared into history, and their true identies are well forgotten. The world was perfect and their assistance was no longer needed. These pilots established their own lives and remained seperate from each other.
"Solo! Solo, get up! You are going to be late!" yelled a middle-aged german woman up a long flight of stairs, "Solo Maxwell get your butt down here at once mister! You are going to be late for school again!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Solo yelled back. Only moments after that, a young male slid down the banister and jumped off in front of his mother, who shoved his lunch into his arms. The sixteen year old was wearing a normal school uniform, the color black. He looked quite handsome in it, because the black brought out his pale violet eyes. He pushed up his sunglasses.
"Finally. Hurry up. Come on." She said and shoved the boy out the door as he yelled his good-byes to his parents.
"Later Dad! Don't let mom stress you out too much!"
"OUT SOLO!" Hilde yelled, then shut the door. She couldn't help but laugh, "He's just like you Duo."
A much older Duo Maxwell glanced up from the newspaper he had in his hand and smirked. He lifted the coffee mug up from the kitchen table and sipped in, then set the mug back onto the wood table. There was a smile playing on his face. "Not exactly I hope. We don't need him to take up the family business now." he said.
"You mean scrapping? Salavge?" Hilde asked, confused as she sat down onto the chair that was acrossed from her husband.
"No, no, no." he replied, waving a hand. Hilde got it them and just laughed.
"Oh Duo." She said as she sat her head into her hands. That's when the headline on the paper caught her eye. They widened in fright, and looked at Duo, who hadn't noticed it, "Duo...look...on the front page!"
He closed the newspaper and noticed the headline and went pale. "No way...it says here...'The important pacifist, that helped with our new era, Quatre Raberba Winner, has been confirmed missing as of today. Though the police are investigating the situation, there are assumtions of a rebel faction calling themselves, 'Pheonix' involved. This faction opposes the peace idea being reinforced between the colonies and Earth. Former soldiers mostly form the group. Luckily, it is known that they do not have many weapons, and do not have any mobile suits. Mr. Winner went missing at thirteen hundred hours yesterday afternoon after he had attended the monthly conference meeting with other colony representitives.'" Duo finished and looked up at Hilde.
"But it says they don't have mobile suits. They are just an average rebel group." Hilde said, trying to cheer Duo up, "Then again...there was assumptions that Mariemaia didn't have moblie suit, either."
"Quatre..."
Outside
Solo walked to the garage and opened the door. Out rolled his blue motorbike and slipped on a helmet. He jumped onto it, then blasted up the street. A cloud dust flew out of his tires, since his speed was very high. If he was late, Hilde was sure to ground him. It didn't help that the school was halfway acrossed town either. Thankfully, police officers hardly ever paid attention to crime, mostly because there wasn't much a need for them. This made it easiler for Solo to run red lights. Finally after an unheard of rush through traffic, he pulled up to the school and parked the bike, jumped off of it, stretched, took off the helmet and set it onto the seat.
Upon entering the school, he glanced at the large clock by the main office. Five minutes to get to class? No problem. He even had enough time to stop at his locker. Suddenly, the hair on the back of his next prickled and he glanced behind him. That odd feeling. The one that made you think you were being followed. Just nerves, he supposed and headed up the hall to his class.
"Morning Mr. Maxwell. Not late today?" the female sensei asks as he laid a few of his textbooks onto the wooden desk. One...two...three...crap! He forgot his history book.
"Keyui-sensei, hold up, I need to get a book I forgot." Solo said, with a small bow. The teacher nodded. "Please do not mark me absent." He ran up the hallway. It wasn't that hard to avoid the panic striken students that wouldn't make it to their classrooms. When the bell rang, he slowed down. No point in rushing now.
There it was again. That feeling. Funny, he'd never had it before. Solo glanced behind him, just to reassure himself that no one was there. There was someone there behind him. Only the janitor. No problem. No one suspicious of following him. He froze suddenly. Someone was breathing down his neck.
"It would be easy for me to pull the trigger." said a deep male voice. Solo's eyes flicked to the nearby glass trophy cabinet to see who it was. His eyes widened when he saw it was...the janitor. He gulped as he felt something hard and cold press into his back. A gun. The janitor wanted to kill him? But...why? Was this janitor insane from the strenuous days of work in the high school? A thought flickered in his mind after that. Kick him and run for the door. You can make it out. Get you cell phone and call the police. In the seconds that followed, Solo had lost the feeling in his legs, but knew the janitor chased him out of the school. He stopped short. It would be too obvious if he went to his bike. Just as if there was a call from the sky, a lonely skateboard was conveniently located not for from his position. Solo grabs it up and skated up the street. At times he had to swerve to avoid crashing into people going to their jobs. Now was the time to call for help. He took out his cell phone or would have took out his cell phone if it was in his pocket. It was on his night table in his room. Hilde had ordered for him to rush...and it resulted in what he needed most to be located in the place he couldn't return to. No, he had to go home. Whatever punishment he'd get was less than what would happen if that janitor caught up with him. In no time flat, he arrived at his home. Something wasn't right. He ran inside and hoped for the best.
"Mom? Dad? Hello?" Solo yelled. If there ever was a time he needed his parents, it was now. They'd know what to do, they were his parents. No matter how much he would deny it, his parents were all seeing and all knowing. All parents were. But...when no answer came, he took a good look at the situation.
Chairs were over turned, pictures hung on the wall in a tilt, and the vase once on the kitchen table was smashed onto the tile floor. The radio hung off the counter by it's cord, still playing music. The house was trashed. There was no blood, but the house was trashed. There was no one there. Solo was frozen stiff. Someone behind him took the words right out of his mouth.
"You're too late." a girl's voice said. Solo spun around and looked straight into the eyes of a girl not much older than himself. Her cobalt blue eyes could stare down even Death. Yet, it was only an instant that he had saw her, because he'd felt a sharp pain...and fallen unconscious.
xXx
When Solo awoke, he felt a sudden pang crawl through his body. It made it harder to sit up, but he did it. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. The room was absolutly elegant. There was a warm crackling fire near the white bed he was in. The walls were cream colored and shadows danced on them from the fire in the fireplace. The only problem with the room he could find was that it was too elegant. Too much lace. On a nearby chair was his school uniform, neatly folded on the seat of the chair. Solo looked to the large window and was surprised to see that there were stars outside. Stars...and the moon...large and majestic. The door of the room creaks open and when it shut, he jumps and looks over towards it. A woman old enough to be his mother blinked, her long blonde hair trailing down her back. In her hands was a tray that held a mug of hot cocoa that steamed with a wonderful scent and a sandwich.
"Oh! You are awake, Solo!" she said, set down the tray onto the small table next to his bedside and felt his forehead. A sigh of relief released itself from her pink lips. "I was so worried. You aren't warm, that's good."
"Who-" Solo began but the woman already began to answer his question.
"I am Relena Darlian, or that's what I go by now. You are in a building in the place once known as the Sanc Kingdom whuch is on Earth." Relena smiles, handing him the mug that held the hot cocoa, "Drink that. It'll make you feel much better. Just be careful. It's hot."
Solo glanced at her again. Was this a joke? The Sanc Kingdom...Earth but...In such a short amount of time? How did she know his name? All these questions bounced around in his head. As if Relena could read his mind, she answered every one of them.
"You had a bad reaction to the tranquilizer that Leighna shot into you. The only reason we'd used it was so that you wouldn't panic. But in a result...you've been out for over four days. We were hoping you were okay. Duo and Hilde would never forgive me if you had died just because of that...Your parents and I have known each other for a very long time."
"Why-"
"I can't answer that question yet, but you'll learn why every soon, I promise you." Relena said and walked to the door. When she got to it, she turned to him. "When you are feeling better, feel free to walk around. You can do as you wish here. Don't worry, we aren't going to hurt you at all."
At that, she bowed then left the room and shut the door behind her gently. Solo holds onto his bed sheets and shook. 'Don't cry. You can't cry.' he thought. He wanted to go home, back to the colony. Just yesterday he was there and was living happily with his friends and family. Now...he didn't know what to expect. Could he trust Relena? He sure didn't know her. Why did she look so famili-
"Foreign Minister Darlian!" Solo exclaimed out loud. That's where he knew her from. In school, they'd learned about her achievements though the Great War. NO WAY! He was kidnapped by a pacifist! No an important pacifist! Cool! Wait...do pacifists kidnap? Then again...that janitor. One could say she saved him, was that the real intention?
Solo got up out of the bed and winced. That tranquilizer fluid had made his joint stiff and it hurt to stand on his feet. Still, it wouldn't do any good just sitting there like a dead lump of nothing. He was about to open the door when he realized that he was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. Great. Inside the closet was nothing but fancy clothes, nothing he'd like to wear. Oh well. Solo put on his school uniform, no matter how much he really didn't want to. It was better than wearing a costume or just his underwear.
xXx
It was some time before he'd arrived at the main hall of the building. Solo looked again to the window. Something inside of him felt sick so he ran to the door and stood outside. That sick feeling...it quickly turned into sadness as he watches a shooting star fly by. It was a sadness he'd never really experienced before. If he could explain it, he would of. Solo leaned on the brick wall and slid to the ground, the pulled his legs to his chest.
"If you are going to be like that, we don't need your help." snapped a rather annoyed voice. Solo looked up to see black hair and pitch black eyes. Next to him stood a blonde boy with sincere crystal blue eyes. Both looked about his age. The black haired boy continued to stare Solo down.
"Oh, Shinlou. Leave him alone. He's obviously unhappy." said the blonde to the black haired boy, then looked down to Solo, "My name is Reiao Quatre Winner. What's yours?"
Solo paused. The two looked like people he could trust. Were they kidnapped too? Why was he thinking that way? Pacifists don't kidnap. "My...my name's Solo Maxwell. I'm from the colony 00735." he said, grinning slightly.
"Ah! I see! My father has told me alot about your father!" Reiao said, "I'm sure Shinlou-"
"I was told Duo Maxwell as a bumbling idiot with no direct sence of justice." Shinlou interfered with his arms crossed. Reiao sighed and shook his head at Shinlou.
"Idiot maybe." Solo said. A thought crossed him, "How do you guys know-"
"You mean Duo never told you the truth?" Reiao exclaimed with a blink. Solo gave him a funny look. Told him about what?
"What truth?"
"They all worked together to achieve-" The blonde began, but Shinlou cut him off. He had a quite annoyed look on his face.
"They didn't work together. It was just a fluke that all their goals came together in the end. At least my father didn't believe in working with ones with no pure sight of who their enemy was." Shinlou said, his eyes were particularly menacing to look at.
"So pessimistic." Reiao sighed. The conversation had caught Solo's interest and he stood up. Which boy he should focus more on, he didn't know but choose Reiao.
"What? To achieve what?" he asked him excitedly. No one seemed to tell him anything. Just when Reiao was about to speak, an older Noin with a few greyed strands in her over all much duller platinum black hair, exited the building.
"Come on boys. Dinner's ready. I'm glad you are awake Solo." she said and shot a glance to Solo, who looked away. Noin smiled and went back inside.
xXx
Inside the dinner hall, Solo sat, staring at the soup in front of him with a sigh. There were many people lining the long wood table. He didn't know any of them, unless you count them being mentioned in history books protaining to that Great War or in a sheer luck of unexpected aquiantance from his walk of the large scale building. Everyone must have already made friends with each other in the time he'd been unconscious because they were all chatting very comfortably to each other. He was the odd man out.
"What's wrong Solo?" Noin asks from up the table. She was worried because he wasn't eating anything and wasn't talking to anyone.
"He's probably home sick." said a girl three seats down. She had poofy brown hair and green eyes. "I mean, I miss all the animals at the circus, especially Kujo, the lion."
"He's fine." Relena answered simply. She gave Solo a reassuring smile, who looked up and at all the people at the table. His answer was...unexpected.
"I don't like soup." he said. Everyone looked at each other and they laughed. "And I hate wearing my stupid school uniform. I feel like such a snob." At that, everyone cried out in tears of laughter. Solo wasn't even being funny, he just saying what he felt. He glares at them and crossed his arms.
"Hey! What's so funny?? Hey!! IS ANYONE LISTENING TO ME? Hey!!" Solo yelled. No one was listening to him. "I give up. --; "
-Author Commentary-
I'm not usually one to give a commentary after a chapter, but I felt some people might be confused or something in the story might not be rightand I'd need to address the problem here. First I'll talk about the names. Solo is easy enough to say. Shinlou is pronounced "shin-low". Reiao's name is pronounced like "Ray-aow". The aow sound is like when you say "OW that hurt."
I haven't finished rewatching the series yet. I'm going onto the 9th DVD(out of 10) so somethings may not be correct since I haven't finished rewatching the series. I have yet to rewatch "Endless Waltz" as well. I've seen it all about last year but I don't remember everything. If you find that one or two elements in the story are incorrect, please, let me know. It would be a huge help. .
Ja Ne until next chapter.