Petra: *peeks around corner* Are you guys mad? *ducks flying object* Shit! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!! Have I said it enough? I've been so busy. My friends and I were visiting relatives so we were driving all over the US visiting their families and mine. Oh, and what free time I've got is helping my friend Fri-chan plan her wedding. So, in case you didn't heard it the first time I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!
Kati: *looks starved* So weak... Need strength...
Petra: *blushes* Been sorta starving my muse... *nervous laugh*
DEDICATED: For the gundam pilots; I would set them free of their memories and guilt if I could.
WARNING: Angst and a small referenc to Wufei's past which I'm assuming everyone knows about but if you don't... go look it up
DISCLAIMER: *raised voices are heard behind curtain before all five gundam pilots are pushed out naked, each holding a sign over their privates that read, in order* [Petra] [No] [Own] [Gundam] [Wing]
~Heero: I will kill you for this!
~Duo: *drool* Hee-kun...
~Kati: I will worship you forever... Oh, Trowa-kun!!
~Trowa: *glups and backs away* Quatre! Help me!
~Quatre: *on ground laughing*
~Wufei: Onna! How dare you make me do this!
~Petra: Don't you love 'em?
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If You Could: A Cry Echoed Back Through Time
"Your lives were suffered for. Your wealth, yourchildren, your careers, purchased at the hands of fifteen-year-olds turned martyrs. They recieved not thanks. They were hated, jeered at, struck down." -Meiran Chang; Those Eyes Were Killer (GW)
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Wufei stared at the page for a moment before blinking rapidly. Still the phrase across the blank page didn't go away. The phrase was printed by computer in the space between the middle and top of the page: "We're our own dragons as well as our own knights, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves," said by Tom Robbins. Wufei simply sat there for a long moment, looking at that particular phrase which, for some reason, called up something deep within him, before looking at the bottom which had the word's scrawled in a woman's handwriting: Maybe it isn't necessarily the knight who is the righteous one here, perhaps it's the dragon… and if it's the dragon, then people's views have been wrong for quite some time… like right now…
He stared, remembering his shock, hurt, and rage when the colonies had turned against them, disowning them like parents whose children have done something wrong. He closed his eyes tightly, counted to five, and then opened them. The words were gone, leaving the next chapter to the engrossing book that he had been devouring. Where he had been escaping from the pain of betrayal he hadn't wanted to admit to, until he had turned the page to see the next only with two lines on the top and four lines on the bottom.
"Wufei-kun…" the voice, so familiar and yet so strange at the same time, caused Wufei to turn around a bit quicker than he normally would. Heero jumped a little bit and then laughed, the sound still unfamiliar to Wufei's ears. "Still don't agree that it's safer here than at that old run down motel?"
Wufei rolled his eyes as he remembered the argument they had gotten into when Heero had come back to the safe-house and told them to pack, that they were going to his nice apartment instead of staying in that "rat-infested crap hole". In the end, Heero had won but Wufei had to admit the thought of sleeping on actual beds instead of mattresses had been very inviting... so he hadn't put up that much of a fight.
Heero laughed again and threw himself down on the couch next to Wufei, who bounced up in the air for a moment. "Oh, don't be so sour! You got to admit, this is a nicer than that other place." Wufei glared but nodded. "Anyway!" Heero said, sitting up straighter and thrusting his hand inside his pocket, "I have something that I want to give to you."
Wufei stared at Heero in surprise before asking, "Why?"
"Because, when Arte-chan gave it to me, I knew that it was really intended for you." Then he smiled triumphantly, pulled out his hand, and let dangle the most beautiful thing Wufei had ever seen.
A 3D red dragon made entirely of dark red ruby had been caught in mid-flight in perfection. It was so incredibly detailed that he could see individual scales as the light caught it in a certain way. The wings were extremely muscled and he expected it to actually start beating its wings any moment; clutched tightly in its mouth was a small, lighter, red ruby while its tail was firmly wrapped around green emerald. He knew instantly that those two specific jewels had been chosen for a reason; they were his and Meiran's birthstones.
"The chain is made out of some gundanium that came off of your gundam during a fight... though don't ask me how Arte-chan got close enough to get a piece."
Heero pushed it toward Wufei a little and, with trembling fingers, Wufei grasped the dragon within his hand. Instantly his ears could only hear the roar as the dragon raced across a blood-red sky, his scream echoing with pain beyond understanding. Wings beat furiously and red foam formed around its mouth... it had been flying so long. Finally, its wings could move no more and it was falling… falling… Until it felt itself caught by warm and gentle hands…
"Wufei!" Heero's cry in his ear brought the Chinese boy back to the real world. "Wufei-kun, are you alright? You spaced out there for a moment…"
"Yeah… I'm fine… Thanks…" he said, trying to smile reassuringly but Heero didn't look convinced.
"There's a story that goes with that dragon, if you're interested…" Heero said, gesturing vaguely toward the necklace that Wufei was still holding. When Wufei didn't say anything Heero continued, "It's said a rich Chinese prince was given a pair of dragon brooches by his grandmother, whom he loved very much. She told him that when he found a woman he loved he should keep the red and give the violet to her. It turned out that the grandmother had been wrong about how the brooches worked for, one day after the prince had visited the market, he found that he had lost the violet dragon brooch. The next day a peasant woman came to the palace, saying that she had found a beautiful violet dragon brooch that looked like the one the prince always wore and she was returning it. The prince came to get the dragon pendant and thanked her profusely and, as they got to talking, he took an instant liking to her. Later, he gave her back the brooch and asked her to marry him. For you see, the pendant actually works the other way around; the brooches were actually meant to bring two soulmates together."
Wufei stared at Heero for a moment and then asked, "Where's the violet one?" Heero shrugged and, after the Japanese boy had stared at Wufei a moment, he left. Carefully, making sure he didn't drop it, Wufei placed the dragon around his neck and clasped it into place. He had recognized the pain in that cry that had shattered the still air… it was the cry of one who had lost something he hadn't even know he had. He had once echoed that same cry…
He opened the book again, but this time there was one single line scrawled across the middle, that disappeared as soon as he read it: Friendship, not time, will heal all wounds.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: For those of you that wish it, DUE TO MY SPORADIC postings, I am offering you, the readers, A MAILING LIST to sign up to. When I finally UPDATE, I will SEND OUT AN EMAIL informing those of you that are on the list that I have finally updated. I need you to EMAIL me, telling that you wish to sign up, and whether it's for ORIGINAL FICTION or FANFICTION. I WILL NOT accept those people that ask to be up on it in a review because I can't be sure that email is real. The mailing list will ALSO OFFER the TITLES of those works that I am posting, the COUPLES (if any) that are in it, which FANDOM it is from, and whether it is a SEQUEL to anything.
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Kati: R&R! Need food...
Petra: *giggle* It's nice to see her more mellow, ne?
Kati: Shut... up...
Petra: *hides smile* Ahem! Anyways, thanks to all the lovely people who reviewed despite that fact that, as Lora pointed out, I "didn't ask for them in the nicest way" so, um, yeah... Thanks:
PUNKBABE: Can we say I love you? Absolutely love you. Like as in, you pratically own my soul, that's how much I love you? And the fact that you compared me to C.S. Lewis is very flattering, thank you very much.
ANN: Thanks, that's all I really want. You don't have to write much. In fact, you could just type 'I like' for all I care.
LORA: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that, by the way. I was mostly taking out my school and friend frustrations on you guys... *meekly* sorry...
SILVER ANGEL: ^_- Thanks. Yeah, I was really proud of that and all too. Kinda poetic, ne?
"I dream of a day when I can open my eyes, and my dreams won't disappear."
-Rose Marie Ledam
~Petra Megami Assari~
*The Gentle Tiger Goddess*
Kati: *looks starved* So weak... Need strength...
Petra: *blushes* Been sorta starving my muse... *nervous laugh*
DEDICATED: For the gundam pilots; I would set them free of their memories and guilt if I could.
WARNING: Angst and a small referenc to Wufei's past which I'm assuming everyone knows about but if you don't... go look it up
DISCLAIMER: *raised voices are heard behind curtain before all five gundam pilots are pushed out naked, each holding a sign over their privates that read, in order* [Petra] [No] [Own] [Gundam] [Wing]
~Heero: I will kill you for this!
~Duo: *drool* Hee-kun...
~Kati: I will worship you forever... Oh, Trowa-kun!!
~Trowa: *glups and backs away* Quatre! Help me!
~Quatre: *on ground laughing*
~Wufei: Onna! How dare you make me do this!
~Petra: Don't you love 'em?
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If You Could: A Cry Echoed Back Through Time
"Your lives were suffered for. Your wealth, yourchildren, your careers, purchased at the hands of fifteen-year-olds turned martyrs. They recieved not thanks. They were hated, jeered at, struck down." -Meiran Chang; Those Eyes Were Killer (GW)
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Wufei stared at the page for a moment before blinking rapidly. Still the phrase across the blank page didn't go away. The phrase was printed by computer in the space between the middle and top of the page: "We're our own dragons as well as our own knights, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves," said by Tom Robbins. Wufei simply sat there for a long moment, looking at that particular phrase which, for some reason, called up something deep within him, before looking at the bottom which had the word's scrawled in a woman's handwriting: Maybe it isn't necessarily the knight who is the righteous one here, perhaps it's the dragon… and if it's the dragon, then people's views have been wrong for quite some time… like right now…
He stared, remembering his shock, hurt, and rage when the colonies had turned against them, disowning them like parents whose children have done something wrong. He closed his eyes tightly, counted to five, and then opened them. The words were gone, leaving the next chapter to the engrossing book that he had been devouring. Where he had been escaping from the pain of betrayal he hadn't wanted to admit to, until he had turned the page to see the next only with two lines on the top and four lines on the bottom.
"Wufei-kun…" the voice, so familiar and yet so strange at the same time, caused Wufei to turn around a bit quicker than he normally would. Heero jumped a little bit and then laughed, the sound still unfamiliar to Wufei's ears. "Still don't agree that it's safer here than at that old run down motel?"
Wufei rolled his eyes as he remembered the argument they had gotten into when Heero had come back to the safe-house and told them to pack, that they were going to his nice apartment instead of staying in that "rat-infested crap hole". In the end, Heero had won but Wufei had to admit the thought of sleeping on actual beds instead of mattresses had been very inviting... so he hadn't put up that much of a fight.
Heero laughed again and threw himself down on the couch next to Wufei, who bounced up in the air for a moment. "Oh, don't be so sour! You got to admit, this is a nicer than that other place." Wufei glared but nodded. "Anyway!" Heero said, sitting up straighter and thrusting his hand inside his pocket, "I have something that I want to give to you."
Wufei stared at Heero in surprise before asking, "Why?"
"Because, when Arte-chan gave it to me, I knew that it was really intended for you." Then he smiled triumphantly, pulled out his hand, and let dangle the most beautiful thing Wufei had ever seen.
A 3D red dragon made entirely of dark red ruby had been caught in mid-flight in perfection. It was so incredibly detailed that he could see individual scales as the light caught it in a certain way. The wings were extremely muscled and he expected it to actually start beating its wings any moment; clutched tightly in its mouth was a small, lighter, red ruby while its tail was firmly wrapped around green emerald. He knew instantly that those two specific jewels had been chosen for a reason; they were his and Meiran's birthstones.
"The chain is made out of some gundanium that came off of your gundam during a fight... though don't ask me how Arte-chan got close enough to get a piece."
Heero pushed it toward Wufei a little and, with trembling fingers, Wufei grasped the dragon within his hand. Instantly his ears could only hear the roar as the dragon raced across a blood-red sky, his scream echoing with pain beyond understanding. Wings beat furiously and red foam formed around its mouth... it had been flying so long. Finally, its wings could move no more and it was falling… falling… Until it felt itself caught by warm and gentle hands…
"Wufei!" Heero's cry in his ear brought the Chinese boy back to the real world. "Wufei-kun, are you alright? You spaced out there for a moment…"
"Yeah… I'm fine… Thanks…" he said, trying to smile reassuringly but Heero didn't look convinced.
"There's a story that goes with that dragon, if you're interested…" Heero said, gesturing vaguely toward the necklace that Wufei was still holding. When Wufei didn't say anything Heero continued, "It's said a rich Chinese prince was given a pair of dragon brooches by his grandmother, whom he loved very much. She told him that when he found a woman he loved he should keep the red and give the violet to her. It turned out that the grandmother had been wrong about how the brooches worked for, one day after the prince had visited the market, he found that he had lost the violet dragon brooch. The next day a peasant woman came to the palace, saying that she had found a beautiful violet dragon brooch that looked like the one the prince always wore and she was returning it. The prince came to get the dragon pendant and thanked her profusely and, as they got to talking, he took an instant liking to her. Later, he gave her back the brooch and asked her to marry him. For you see, the pendant actually works the other way around; the brooches were actually meant to bring two soulmates together."
Wufei stared at Heero for a moment and then asked, "Where's the violet one?" Heero shrugged and, after the Japanese boy had stared at Wufei a moment, he left. Carefully, making sure he didn't drop it, Wufei placed the dragon around his neck and clasped it into place. He had recognized the pain in that cry that had shattered the still air… it was the cry of one who had lost something he hadn't even know he had. He had once echoed that same cry…
He opened the book again, but this time there was one single line scrawled across the middle, that disappeared as soon as he read it: Friendship, not time, will heal all wounds.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: For those of you that wish it, DUE TO MY SPORADIC postings, I am offering you, the readers, A MAILING LIST to sign up to. When I finally UPDATE, I will SEND OUT AN EMAIL informing those of you that are on the list that I have finally updated. I need you to EMAIL me, telling that you wish to sign up, and whether it's for ORIGINAL FICTION or FANFICTION. I WILL NOT accept those people that ask to be up on it in a review because I can't be sure that email is real. The mailing list will ALSO OFFER the TITLES of those works that I am posting, the COUPLES (if any) that are in it, which FANDOM it is from, and whether it is a SEQUEL to anything.
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Kati: R&R! Need food...
Petra: *giggle* It's nice to see her more mellow, ne?
Kati: Shut... up...
Petra: *hides smile* Ahem! Anyways, thanks to all the lovely people who reviewed despite that fact that, as Lora pointed out, I "didn't ask for them in the nicest way" so, um, yeah... Thanks:
PUNKBABE: Can we say I love you? Absolutely love you. Like as in, you pratically own my soul, that's how much I love you? And the fact that you compared me to C.S. Lewis is very flattering, thank you very much.
ANN: Thanks, that's all I really want. You don't have to write much. In fact, you could just type 'I like' for all I care.
LORA: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that, by the way. I was mostly taking out my school and friend frustrations on you guys... *meekly* sorry...
SILVER ANGEL: ^_- Thanks. Yeah, I was really proud of that and all too. Kinda poetic, ne?
"I dream of a day when I can open my eyes, and my dreams won't disappear."
-Rose Marie Ledam
~Petra Megami Assari~
*The Gentle Tiger Goddess*
