Disclaimer – I don't own the gundam characters, I do own Darcy and Ramses.
Authors note – this is a rewrite, hopefully for the better.
A/U alternate universe.
Just another Day
Dream
Gunshots reign out all around, screams come from all over the city, buildings crumble, soldiers march, and on top of all this a little girl cries for her parents. All is black and white, with the exception of one person, one young woman standing aside, apart from it all, watching. Watching as the little girl and her baby sister witness the deaths of their parents and younger siblings, watching as the soldiers march by, watching as the older of the two makes a vow, a promise, saying, "I'll always protect you Darcy."
End of dream
As the dream fades, I open my eyes, and look around my room; I smile lightly, and say quietly to myself, "I always have protected you Darcy.."
I groan loudly as I roll out of bed, and wince in pain when my muscles protest such movement. Moving around my darkened room, I search for my clothes. I find my belt, when I trip over it, but luckily I don't hit the floor, I hit the wall instead. Swearing under my breath, I shuffle across the room to open my blinds, when I stub my toes on my boots, that were hiding under a lot of soft looking clothes, I curse, but I've made it to the blinds, a flood of light enters the room and I can see! ... See the filth that is my room of course, I've been meaning to clean it for a while now but I just haven't had the time. I finish the hunt for clothes, and am now wearing a full set of black underwear, a blue tank top, my studded belt, my black pants, and my army boots.
I run my hands through my short dark spiky hair, as I make my way to my bedroom door, I turn and pause to look at my mess, I briefly think that maybe I shouldn't sleep nude, and then whisper to the mess, "maybe tomorrow." I step into the hall and close my door.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, I never know what the day will bring, I vowed to keep my little sister safe but along the way we've met lots of people who need looking after too. So I've been there for them, I'm the older sister to all of them, and I never know when we're going to find another kid with a problem life. I walk to the end of the catwalk and go down the stairs, quietly, because I don't want to wake the little monsters sleeping in our pseudo living room.
I make my way to the medical room, it's sort of like my office, I go in and turn on the desk lamp, and I grab the chart off the side table as I close the door and start making the schedule for today. Something always needs to be done around here, laundry to do, food to buy, and outside jobs to do, taking care of so many doesn't come cheap, even though we do get discounts at some places.
It's just another day in paradise.
Duo Misfit