Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fushigi Otome ❯ Knocking On Death's Door ( Chapter 1 )

Fushigi Otome(Mysterious Girl)

Self insertion

I started this a few days ago cause well, I felt like it and wanted to see where it went. Just a fun idea to play around with and I decided to post the story.

Warning Contains issues of suicide and death.


I Do not own Gundam Wing, and despite my efforts to get that fact changed, I have no money, So I cannot pay for lawyers or even a small portion of stock! What it all comes down to is I'm dirt poor and don't own any rights to any kind of anime. Poor Me.


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P eople dream. We dream of places we've never been

and lives we've never seen. Sometimes dreams are so real it's

hard to tell when you are awake, or if the dream instead was

reality. When we die do we fall into our dreams, living our

lives in another reality?

She looked down at her wrists, staring at the scars just healing over. It seemed like only a moment ago she had chosen to take the knife from the kitchen and end it all. She remembered the towels she had laid on her bedroom floor, she wanted to die in the place she felt safest and didn't want to make a mess, she didn't want to trouble her parents with washing out the carpet stains. She finally lowered her hands and looked at where she was, everything felt so real, but it couldn't be possible could it? it looked like daylight but the air was different, had a metallic smell to it. This..she had seen the place before. Slowly she began to smile, reassuring herself. "So, I finally did it right."

She knew where she was, a colony. she knew because she had dreamed of it so many times. Maybe this is what happens when you die, your dreams become real. If this was so then, she knew exactly where she was. The one place where she always dreamed to go. Finally she had a chance, this was L2.

She shivered, finally realizing it was raining. Perfect that now it should be raining, maybe she should have waited to do it a little longer and missed the rain. Somehow she didn't think that would have worked. Hugging her body she continued forward down the street, purple nightgown clinging to her body. Being barefoot and hardly clothed were two inconviences to her predicament. She should have chosen something warmer. Then again, she didn't think that she would end up anywhere. Maybe she was being punished and silently she wondered why the hell any god would punish people for trying to end their pain.

Just a little further maybe, she could find a place to duck into for warmth. The girl was lost, totally lost. In a strange place with her bedclothes and not even a pair of slippers. At least her hair had looked good, before it got wet. She dreaded having to tangle with the mass of curls when they got dry again. Shivering again she ducked under a building, sliding down so she sat against the wall. Maybe if she died again she would end up somewhere better. But that was the million dollar question, could you die twice?

Best not think about it, focus on getting warm. Mentally she cursed those in charge for making it rain today before drifting into an uneasy sleep.


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She awoke still cold, still shivering. Someone had kicked her. Great, among her other problems she had to be kicked as well. That was just great. Well, at least it had stopped raining. Slowly she opened her eyes, immediately shutting them again as the light nearly blinded her. Preparing herself she opened her eyes again and the light wasn't so bad. Testing herself she stood. Well she stood alright, it wasn't that bad, though she felt a little dizzy. People looked at her in disgust, they probably thought she was just another poor vagrant. Well wasn't she? Here she had no past, no money and no home. The only possessions she owned were the clothes on her back, a single wet purple flannel nightgown, and a silver pentacle necklace. She probably looked like crap. Almost immediately she became aware of the incredible hunger she had. It practically hit her over the head, she felt weak and dizzy and if she didn't manage to get food now she probably never would.

Trying to make herself invisible she began to wander the streets again. Well she never had trouble being invisible before, no one really did notice her, even though she felt they did, giving her judging looks. It was one of the reasons she chose to die in the first place, no one cared.

She wandered for a few more blocks getting hungrier by each step. It was her luck she had managed to come across a cafe, some of the tables were empty, waiting to be cleared. She made a quick cross to one of them still containing food and grabbed all she could carry, running from the area. She had managed to stave off hunger for a day, maybe she would be lucky again tomorrow.

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The next day was not so, she couldn't get near any food. So she traded her necklace for a meager sandwich. Men seemed to be giving her hungry looks. Well it was nice to be noticed for once, but she didn't think the intentions of these people were anything close to noble. The fact that she still had the same nightgown on and nothing else didn't help matters.

She was hungry, could barely walk much less move due to the stabbing hunger pains. She finally was forced to dive into the dumpster head first, searching for any discarded food. Her meal took every effort to hold down afterwards. No matter now disgusting it had been she did not want to lose what little she had gotten down.

She just felt sick afterward, everything seemed to move right and left and she couldn't keep focus. Finally she just laid down, trying to catch some sleep at least.

If it was possible, she woke up feeling worse then she had been before, her head was spinning, she felt weak. But she had to shake it off, get up. It was funny, six days ago she wouldn't have cared. Strange how the mind works, when you have it all you want to die, when you have nothing you'd do anything to survive. Irony was such a funny concept. Leaning against a building for support she searched through blurred vision, she would have eaten fish entrails if they could be found. Surprisingly she couldn't see anything, and the hunger was growing. Forcing herself to move she stepped out of the alley. Leaning against the walls for balance she made her way down the streets, hunger and illness overtaking her. People were ignoring her again, no one wanted to be around someone who was so obviously sick, that was one thing to be happy about. Again she ducked into an alleyway, everything was so clouded now. Why was she here again? She couldn't remember, this headache was terrible.

She looked out, trying to focus as a familiar figure passed by, long brown braid swinging side to side. She really couldn't tell why he was so familiar but she didn't care, there was no food, it was time to take the next step. She slipped out of the ally, trying to regain balance before following the boy. She knew after a few blocks he knew about her, she didn't care. In too quick movement he had vanished, where was he? She continued to lean against the wall, retracing the steps he had taken.

"Why are you following me?"

She turned her head, blurred vision tried to focus on the man and she barely caught the look of surprise when she finally collapsed.

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"only you Duo, would bring a perfect stranger in and take care of her."

A woman's voice?

"She's sick."

"She has Pneumonia, where did you find her?"

"Actually, she tried to steal from me."

Her chest felt sore she couldn't tell where she was, her head was pounding and she was too sick to care. Why was she so cold? The voices just seemed so far away, maybe they weren't really there. Maybe she was finally dead this time.

"She needs a doctor Duo."

"I thought you were a doctor Sally, that's why I called you."

Duo? Sally? Those people, the names seemed so familiar. Where was she?

"I can only do so much, this is severe, she could die. We need to take her to a hospital."

Hospital? Was she really that sick? Duo's voice was so close, she could swear he was right next to her.

"What will happen to her."

"I know none of you pilots like hospitals but she needs more help then I can give her here."

"She can't be much older then me."

Pilot, he was a pilot. "Duo?"

She tried to adjust her eyes, she couldn't tell, were they both looking at her? "I'm cold."

"What's your name?"

It still sounded so far away, had he asked her name? What was her name, she could barely remember anything. There was something she recalled, a lingering thought in her mind. "Minerva?"

"We're taking you to a hospital Minerva."

"Hospital?"

"Yes."

She tried to nod in agreement, but a cough forced itself ahead, it burned her chest, so harsh she wanted to die rather then suffer any more episodes.