Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Girl?!?! ❯ Lightning Strikes ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I forgot to put the disclaimer on Chapter one, (sweat drop) so here it is! I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters! I am getting absolutely no money off this story, none, nil, zip! So, please don't sue me.

Author's Note: I will be making a story on Selene's past, so just bear with me, (and nagging at me always works, how the heck do you think I got my stories published, I never wanted to, but two of my friends, and they know who they are (cough, Atalanta, cough.. A.J. cough) wouldn't leave me alone. (So nagging works, but too much of it bothers me)

(Enough Yapping let the story begin)
Haft led the new lieutenant down the winding corridors, careful not to make any comments that Selene might find offensive. He'd learned his lesson from the first time; this wasn't a girl to mess with. It was an odd feeling to accept, though, for there was an iota of strong females on the base. He knew in an instant that her strong willed ways would clash with the conventional among them who still thought that only a man was fit to be a soldier.

"I have a feeling the soldiers won't be very fond of me," Selene thought as she followed Haft, " I have to try harder to gain their trust or else I'll never be able to get the valuable information from OZ we need to fight them." For once, she wasn't thinking solely for herself, but for the good of the gundam team. She had to constantly remind herself that the whole mission was not just for her revenge, but to work as part of a team to bring down an organization of tyranny. It was hard to accept. She noted as she walked down the corridors, that the walls were extremely new looking and there was not a crack in sight. It made her cringe because she knew that there were many righteous people who didn't even have the daily necessities. She, though, had lived a rather comfortable childhood despite all the hardship and loss.

"Right here, Lieutenant," Haft staggered, breaking through her pondering. He pointed to a door with elaborate woodwork depicting an old Shakespearian tale. She scrutinized it for a second and then decided to go in.

"Thank you," Selene answered smiling innocently as she entered the room. It was quite a nice place, the bed was king sized with decorative lamps of alabaster porcelain on each side. A white Italian couch next to a cozy fireplace looked quite welcoming. But, her favorite part was the ivory balcony, which had a view too breathtaking for words. She gently swept over the couch closing her eyes and trying to recall better times; then, she laid her head against the curtains and pretended for a second that she was an innocent little girl again, living in the Sanc Kingdom happily ever after. When she finally came out of her trance, she noticed a uniform lying out on the bed. It was a dark blue that matched her eyes, with gold embroidery and buttons. Her boots were black and only went halfway up to her knees. What really caught her attention though, was the golden sheath that went on her belt decked with sapphires. Whether they were real or fake mattered not to her. Selene picked up the sheath and pulled out a sword, sharp and deadly. A satisfied grin crossed her face, even after she left OZ, she would take it with her. Without further ado, she quickly dressed into uniform, taking her sword and putting it in the sheath with care. The last touch was to put on the scarlet cape OZ had set out for her. It flowed down her back like a roaring river and contrasted sharply with the color of her uniform. Selene looked in the silver trimmed mirror next to her bed, "I guess this will do," she whispered, "I guess this will do."

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<& lt;<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ;<<<<<

"Beaten by a little girl, Zechs, what do you have to say about that?" Dah, one of his soldiers commented as he sat down to have some coffee. It was a popular drink in a place were erratic battles in the middle of the night were all too common.

"I was tired from the battle that's all," he answered defending himself, "besides, I let her win, to show her it isn't easy being a soldier, now, we'll see who is better. She won't even last a week." For once, he wasn't using his head, for he was soon to be proven wrong.

"Tired, eh?" Dah continued, trying not to laugh. Then again, if he himself had been forced to taken the well-trained gundam pilot, he would not be in such a position of amusement.

Zechs had had enough; he got up and walked away. It was not that he couldn't stand the taunting of his own soldiers, it was that he knew that there were more important things to be done than squander about with a group of fools who would twist anything he said.

"Running away!?" one of the other soldiers shouted as Zechs was leaving the room.

"That girl better watch her back," Zechs thought, "she may be good, but messing with me is one mistake she shouldn't have made." And time would only prove his thoughts true.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ;<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<&l t;<<<<<

"You wanted to see me, Treize?" Selene asked politely as she entered his office. As soon as she had finished dressing and started to acclimate herself to the surroundings, she had been summoned.

"I see you have found you're uniform," he commented.

"Ah, yes, and my room was lovely, a very nice place you have here." She wanted to throw in a comment about how their aristocratic ways could be cut down and the superfluous money used to help those who needed it, but she restrained herself for the sake of the mission.

"Good," Treize answered with a hint of a smile, "you have a training session tonight with the other soldiers. Colonel Zechs is in charge; you will be helping him as well as learning the ways of OZ."

"So you teach us to be the scum of the earth," Selene thought to herself.

"I must warn you though, the other soldiers, they might not receive you too well," Treize commented, "you may leave, but remember, dinner will be served at six thirty sharp in the cafeteria, or you may have it sent to your room if you wish. Practice is an hour after that."

"Thanks Treize," Selene said as she left the door closing behind her. She paused a second before continuing to walk down the hall.

Treize sighed, "It will truly be interesting to watch Zechs work with her. I do hope they learn to get along, Zechs needs someone to look out for him."

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ;<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<&l t;<<<<<

Selene glanced at the silver clock hanging in the hallway, "Only ten past five, I guess I should take a look around this place since I will be stuck here for quite a while." She walked down the winding corridor and found herself in a lounge. There were several Italian couches, like the one in her room, arranged around a grand piano. "Jackpot," she thought staring at the glistening black piano. She gently pulled forward the bench and sat at it. Selene sighed, it reminded her of home, where she also had a piano just like this one, home, so far away... and it also reminded her of there, the place she had tried to shut out from her mind, for its memories brought tears flowing down her cheeks. NO! She wouldn't think of it, it was over and done with, in the past, she was Selene Lunata now, and whatever she had been before had to be forgotten. There was nothing to do now but to be strong, and perhaps one day, she'd be able to make it up to the lost souls. She gently pressed her fingers on the polished white keys. A tune from long ago played in her head (it's white reflection by the way), what was that tune, she strained her memory to remember, but alas it was too faint to recall exactly where she had heard it. She played the tune over and over again on the keys, somehow striking the right notes without a music sheet in front of her. For a reason unknown to her, the tune eased her heart, and brought her inner happiness. Then, she sat on the couch, laid her head down and fell into a dreaming sleep…

There she was, walking down a hall void of light, except that she was not herself now, but much younger - at an age of innocence. In her hand she held a rose, which illuminated her surroundings with a bright light from within. As she walked, it began to rain, though she was inside. The rose withered and died in her hands, and the little girl kneeled, weeping bitterly. It continued to rain, and as it did, the little girl grew into the age she was now. The corridors were still dark, and without any light, she had to crawl. She still held in her hand the withered, lightless rose. As more time passed, the rose started to glow faintly, until finally, miraculously it returned to its earlier form, rejuvenated…

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!?!" a voice shouted, piercing her sleep like an arrow. Selene jumped up in horror. Zechs stood there, clearly angry.

"What's..."

She was cut off by Zechs, "You're late for practice!!!"

"That's impossible," Selene said calmly, "It was only five ten about fifteen minutes ago; I couldn't have been asleep more than half an hour!"

"Its seven fifteen now!" Zechs shouted.

"I just checked on that clock in the hall half an hour ago I said!" Selene protested. Zechs began to laugh in a manner that irritated her. He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the hall.

"What time does that say, lieutenant?" he asked.

Selene's voice somehow managed to answer, "Five ten."

"And so it has been for as long as I have been at OZ. That clock is broken, but that is NO EXCUSE for being late," Zechs smiled in satisfaction. He walked off followed by a highly embarrassed and angry Selene. "If you thought that was embarrassing *little* girl," he thought, "you just wait... you just wait!"