Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Special Christmas Vistor ❯ A Special Christmas Vistor ( Chapter 1 )

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(Special Christmas Vistor)

It is Christmas time once more. I stand outside this church waiting for the crowd to pass by. No one notices that I am standing here. As the crowd thins out, I walk into the church. I see a young boy kneeling in front of the candles that are lit.

As I look down at him, I ask him what is wrong? He shakes his head and whispers that everything is all right. He then proceeds to tell me that his problems are his own. I try to tell him that he should let others know what is bothering him.

I hold his arm and I help him get up. I walk him over to a pew and tell him to sit. I look at him and I ask him to tell me what the problem is about? As he looks at me, I can see the tears straining to fall from his eyes. He shivers a little bit, but the building is not at all cold. I take my coat off and I put it around his shoulders.

He grabs the coat and holds onto it for dear life. As we sit there in silence, I reach over and give him a small hug. He looks down at the floor and begins to tell me a story. He tells me a story about a young child who never had enough to eat and how the child wanted a family more then anything. The tears slip down his face as he says that he the only family this child knew was dead. Killed in a war basically.

I hold on to him as a shivers and cries. I tell him that I am here for him and he should cry to let out all of his frustrations and sorrows. I speak his name and that if he is carrying around any guilt from that incident, then he should know that he is not to blame.

When I say that, he just cries all the harder. I rub his back for him until he falls asleep. I glance up at the small clock that is on the back wall. It is almost midnight. I hope that he finds what he is looking for. A breeze fills the church and I see the one person I hoped would show up. I smile at her and ask her to hold his head so that he will not awaken, while I stand up.

She asks if the boy will be all right. Standing there, I tell her that he will be happy soon. The clock strikes midnight and it is time for us to leave. We walk away holding each other's hand.

I watch for the door to open one last time and when it does, it reveals another young boy. I watch as he walks towards the boy I was talking with. He shakes the other one's shoulder. As he wakes up, he calls the other boy Heero. He looks down at the coat and sees a small note that I left for him. As he reads the note, Heero sits down next to him and holds him while he cries.

My note read:

My Dearest Duo,

I am proud of you. You were always such a sweet child and I hope that you never lose your sense of kindness. You were overconfident, but that came with taking care of the other children. When you were the only when in the orphanage, you were so sweet. I know that you tried to please us very much and that most of the time; you thought you were causing trouble. In a sense you did cause a lot of trouble. You taught us how to live again. For that Sister Helen and I are proud of you.

We are proud that you have found someone to love and who loves you back. You may be a solider right now, but you are still our little boy. Never forget that Duo. Sister Helen showed you how to braid your hair and you have kept it like that in memory.

Duo, you may think that this note is impossible, but it is not. Every Christmas, you have found a church and prayed to talk to one of us. Your wish was granted, but I could not say that it was I. We miss you so much and we know that you miss us, but it is time to move on with your life. Merry Christmas, our sweet Duo, and may your new year bring you what you deserve.

Love,

Father Maxwell and Sister Helen