Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Revenge ❯ Amensia ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, but the plot is mine. Sunrise owns Gundam Wing, don't sue, I'm broke, yada yada.

A/N; This is also posted on ffn for those of you from there. I use the same name there. ^^

The young woman opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a large hotel room, not overly nice but still well above the average slums of what passed as a "fancy" hotel room. The wall opposite the woman had large double glass doors that led to a wrought iron balcony eight stories up. Thin, pale blue curtains of the fine gauzy fabric used frequently in hot climates were pulled away from the doors. Three other windows, all curtained with the same fabric also adorned the wall. The wall adjacent to it was also graced by several curtained windows. Turning, the woman observed the rest of the room. The head and foot boards of the bed were wooden, carved with simple and timelessly elegant designs. A matching dressing and end table were also in the room. Paintings by little known artist graced the walls with a classic beauty.

The woman on the bed, however, recognized known of it. She moved to the edge of the bed and tested her legs, unsure of how long she had been asleep. Satisfied with her physical condition, she walked over to the full length mirror that stood in one corner and gazed at a completely unfamiliar face. Wide, violet eyes stared back from a face frame by purple-black hair, its spiky cut allowing her bangs to fall into her eyes. She wore nice clothes; lose, black dress pants and a pale silver dress shirt. Yet the woman recognized none of what she saw. She remembered nothing about herself. The woman began to search the room for clues as to her past.

An hour later, her search had yielded an assortment of items, none of which clarified things. If anything, they puzzled her. From her suitcases and several locations around the room, she had pulled a large amount of weaponry. Several guns, throwing stars, and nearly twenty knifes were obviously her weapons of choice. All the clothes she had found were in excellent condition and while not overwhelmingly expensive, they were all definitely nice. And while she found the usual jeans, shirts, khakis, and so on, she also found a large assortment of tight, black clothing. And, adding to her confusion, she found a picture. The picture was of a man with long, flowing platinum blonde hair. He was reclined on a beach of the purest white sand, his bluer then blue eyes echoing the smile on his face as he looked into the camera.

The most important thing her search yielded though was an id. A picture of the young woman was on the front. She was dressed in a uniform and had an overly stiff expression on her face, the expression of a person trying to refrain from laughing. <I guess this is mine. Says I'm 26 years old, married and I work for the Preventers. My name is Lucrezia Noin Peacecraft. All this sounds familiar, but as soon as I start to remember anything, it slips away. Damn, but this is going to piss me off. It's like my entire past has become quicksilver. Quicksilver I really need to catch. I know there's a reason I need to remember stuff. And the worst part is, I may never know.>

After several hours of mulling over her possible past, she gave up on any quick recovery of her memory and decided to pack and leave. Changing into a pair of comfortably worn jeans and a tee-shirt, she noticed daggers strapped to her ankles and forearms. A gun was nestled into the small of her back. Throwing stars were in a hidden pocket. Suddenly trying to find her old life no longer seemed to be a point of curiosity, but a point of urgency.

Acting on her new found urgency; she quickly packed and left the room. At the front desk, she requested the number for a place she could rent a car and was pleased to here that the closest one was a nation wide chain that would even drop off the car for her. She was even more pleasantly surprised when she discovered that she enjoyed the simple task of driving.

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Taking her time to stop and sight see at recommended places, it took Lucrezia nearly 6 days to reach within 90 miles of her home. Tired from days of driving, she decided to get a hotel room for the night and get a good night rest before driving to the place where she supposedly lived. She settled in at a relatively cheap hotel and lay down to sleep, but after 2 hours of tossing and turning, sleep still eluded her. She decided to go for a walk and see if the night air did anything to help her insomnia.

Pondering on her situation as she walked was just as easy for her as thinking on it while she drove and she quickly found herself lost in thought. As she stood at a cross walk, waiting for the light to turn green, her thoughts turned to her husband. The light turned and she began to cross.

Her ears were assaulted with the sound of a blaring horn midway through the street for the one terrifying instant before the car barreled into her. Her last thought was that the god-damned driver had run a red light before she lost the battle to the waiting darkness.

A/N: Well, to put it bluntly, this fic is already finished, chapters one through ten. I plan on posting min. of once a week if not more, as it's already typed and up in other places. I'm doing it in pieces basically to torment you with my cliff hanger tendencies. Muwhahaahaha! Actually, I've been told the cliffies add something to it, so I wanted to leave them there. Enjoy!