-Kurai-
Mercenary from L2
Abby Ebon.
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"Fuck off"
Most people have heard or read it at least once in there lifetimes whither directed at them or someone else, it is a odd phrase and can be interpreted in a multitude of ways, a variety of which are offending and amoral.
Few have ever heard it from their close relatives or friends however those who do start to view it in a detached phase of psyche, a place where everything is gray and cloudy there nothing matters or is really real or 'solid' those who go into this phase of refuge hardly come out once they find it they pretend to care for nothing losing there sense of self.
Becoming more and more of what people want, what they expect, and less of who they really are, society takes hold them seducing and tainting them making them into what the majority of people want molding them into a citizen they want to see ignoring the fact they aren't really there and are merely shadows of themselves of who they were.
It's amusing in a sad ironic sort of way that no one notices this or if they do they ignore it becoming in a sense part of the problem instead of a small part of the solution. What is a solution one must ask ones self? The solution isn't doing anything spectacular, it's only accepting fully completely having no prejudice of those around you and even people you have yet to meet.
The solution is not being drawn into stereo types. The consist of the sallow beautiful people who walk into the spot light one second, urging us to buy pretty unneeded things, and they are gone before we realize that they are just superficial and have nothing to give or gain by doing the things they do.
Kurai was not one of these people. She had been trained in the best of environments, the streets of L2. There was only one other person who would understand her, he was on Earth fighting for the peace and freedom of the colonies.
She narrowed her eyes, he was closer to her then blood kin they were closer then anyone could possibly understand. Kurai had to get to Earth and help him. Wither he thought he needed the help or not, was insignificant. He would get her help wither he wanted it or not.
Which was why she was sneaking onboard a ship bound for Earth, she wasn't the only one going. While on L2 she had rounded up the best of the best at stealing, killing, and most important surviving. They were her friends, a close second, to the bond that she, Solo, and Duo had formed so long ago.
All to save Duo from disappearing down on Earth, from blending in and being…forgotten.
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Note; yet another mercenary, she lasted barely a page, but all she would likely have done was "save" Duo, gain enemys and fight. Not very interesting, though her state of mind at the time was alike to mine. There were no more Gundam Wing OC's after this, only a story with the title of "Death God's Gift" and a single sentense, "Duo Maxwell is Nathaniel, Gundam Wing/ Anita Blake". The only other thing was "Deamon's come a calling" with this phrase, "A small silver cross glittered in the moonlight. Ruby lips smirked ruthlessly as pale blue eyes stared into black foggy nothingness." Well, I hope you've gained something from this, though it's mostly for my benift then yours, I assure you, it's to remind myself of my "roots", which were a challenge to overcome, and this likely the last lingering of them...at least in Gundam Wing...