Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Seraphim ❯ Broken Seraphim ( One-Shot )
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By: Dark Shinigami 
This is the thrid fiction to my take on the Gundams P.O.V about the guys. This one centers on Wing's thoughts/Observations of Heero.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mecha | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.19.2004 | Updated On: 01.19.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 636 | Visits: 650 | Status: Completed
This is the thrid fiction to my take on the Gundams P.O.V about the guys. This one centers on Wing's thoughts/Observations of Heero.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mecha | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.19.2004 | Updated On: 01.19.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 636 | Visits: 650 | Status: Completed
Broken Seraphim.
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Gundam Wing Fiction by:
Dark Shinigami/
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The normal blah blah disclaimer. I obviousely don't own the Wing Guys (duh) and this is no way in Company with Bandi.Sunrise or any of them. I'm just borrowing the guys for the time being and will return them safely. So please don't sue me. All my money goes to buying your stuff anyway. :3.
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*I know he looks to me for support and guidance. I'm the only one he finds he can trust in a world gone mad. The only one to tell him the honist answer to his deepest questions. Only when I can. Sometimes even my answers are to much to bare.*
*I lay in wait for him, knowing that this one could be our last, ether way like him. I'm ready. The others look to me for strength and courage. We do the unthinkable...the reckless. We have to in a world were insanity is king. Insanity that is indangered by feeling. In this we are hearts of thorns, allowing no one in. So a kin are we in emotion and directness that I ask you now. which is man and which is machine?* * When we battle all I look forward is defeating the enemy, then spreading wings and takeing flight to the next. The path of the warrior. Bringing us closer to when those like us will no longer be needed. Seeking our 'place of rest'.
* but I have seen him lost as well. Unknowing where to turn. A small and insecure child. When he's Human. Frightened of his own emotions and thoughts that he tries not to dwell on them. Freedom newly gained..can be a over whelming thing. Time to ponder his life and his meaning for being here. Looking into the night as he stands there just outside me to the night sky as if the answers he seeks are out there somewhere waiting for the time when he goes to find them. I want to take him there, help him find the answers he seeks. Be the wings for this angel that has had his broken, bound to this hostile Earth.*
*We are the leading Archangel in this war from hell. The first to arive and the last to leave. Holding on until we know that the time has come when we can finally rest. When that day comes..I know that I will no longer be needed. I will understand. He needs to know what it's like to be himself...free from this. To live. I will give him my wings.*
*Until then the only thing that I can give him is a companion a friend and keep bringing him back to his. To those that care for him. All brought up in the flames of war and hate..and so we all seek the same goal of finding the quelching rains of peace.* * We stay now in silence. I listen to him speak to me. I give him only glints that I acknolage his words, his thoughts. How so much depends on him and that he feels the failure of when he feels he has fallen short of others exspectations. One who can't even for once be human. Drop down the sword and let someone take it up for him, He's the only one there.*
*The call rings out like some shrill bird of dread and dispare. We are needed again. Will it never end? We prepare to fly. With us all the hopes and dreams of peace from the mutitude of people looking to us to right this wrong. We can't fail...we won't fail. I'm his only hope. The wings to this fallen angel. Gundam Wing.*
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Gundam Wing Fiction by:
Dark Shinigami/
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The normal blah blah disclaimer. I obviousely don't own the Wing Guys (duh) and this is no way in Company with Bandi.Sunrise or any of them. I'm just borrowing the guys for the time being and will return them safely. So please don't sue me. All my money goes to buying your stuff anyway. :3.
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*I know he looks to me for support and guidance. I'm the only one he finds he can trust in a world gone mad. The only one to tell him the honist answer to his deepest questions. Only when I can. Sometimes even my answers are to much to bare.*
*I lay in wait for him, knowing that this one could be our last, ether way like him. I'm ready. The others look to me for strength and courage. We do the unthinkable...the reckless. We have to in a world were insanity is king. Insanity that is indangered by feeling. In this we are hearts of thorns, allowing no one in. So a kin are we in emotion and directness that I ask you now. which is man and which is machine?* * When we battle all I look forward is defeating the enemy, then spreading wings and takeing flight to the next. The path of the warrior. Bringing us closer to when those like us will no longer be needed. Seeking our 'place of rest'.
* but I have seen him lost as well. Unknowing where to turn. A small and insecure child. When he's Human. Frightened of his own emotions and thoughts that he tries not to dwell on them. Freedom newly gained..can be a over whelming thing. Time to ponder his life and his meaning for being here. Looking into the night as he stands there just outside me to the night sky as if the answers he seeks are out there somewhere waiting for the time when he goes to find them. I want to take him there, help him find the answers he seeks. Be the wings for this angel that has had his broken, bound to this hostile Earth.*
*We are the leading Archangel in this war from hell. The first to arive and the last to leave. Holding on until we know that the time has come when we can finally rest. When that day comes..I know that I will no longer be needed. I will understand. He needs to know what it's like to be himself...free from this. To live. I will give him my wings.*
*Until then the only thing that I can give him is a companion a friend and keep bringing him back to his. To those that care for him. All brought up in the flames of war and hate..and so we all seek the same goal of finding the quelching rains of peace.* * We stay now in silence. I listen to him speak to me. I give him only glints that I acknolage his words, his thoughts. How so much depends on him and that he feels the failure of when he feels he has fallen short of others exspectations. One who can't even for once be human. Drop down the sword and let someone take it up for him, He's the only one there.*
*The call rings out like some shrill bird of dread and dispare. We are needed again. Will it never end? We prepare to fly. With us all the hopes and dreams of peace from the mutitude of people looking to us to right this wrong. We can't fail...we won't fail. I'm his only hope. The wings to this fallen angel. Gundam Wing.*