Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Day Care ❯ Training ( Chapter 7 )

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I had begun my training at an early age because my clan leader had insisted it upon. Yuy was crazy. Priscilla had started her training at the age of three. Now, at four years old, Yuy was teaching her the basics of martial arts. Also included in her training was a simulation game for piloting a gundam and I'm not joking about the simulation part. Yuy had designed a video game for her daughter to use. The control panel was strikingly similar to the one in Deathscythe. Like I said, Yuy was crazy.

I also noticed that it was Maxwell who allowed his daughter to use weapons. He'd let her use knives and empty shotguns. `Just so she gets used to the feeling of them' he would say. Judging by Yuy's grunts I could tell that he disapproved but didn't say anything about it.

After a week of living in the Maxwell-Yuy residence I discovered that Priscilla knew quite a lot for a four year old. She knew where to aim in order to cause damage to an attacker, she could operate a vidphone, pick simple locks for heaven's sake she could even hack into Yuy's password protected laptop. The girl was a genius. And wherever she went, David would follow like a puppy dog. He never did anything to her. He'd just follow, stop and watch. Follow, stop and watch.

I watched as David helped Priscilla carry a chair over to where the vidphone. Priscilla climbed onto the chair and dialed a number. David was standing, ready to catch her if she fell.

"Mommy!"

Hilde's face appeared on the screen. "Priscilla? Hi what are you doing. Where's daddy Duo and daddy Heero?"

Priscilla jumped up and down on the chair. "Working. Mommy I want to see you again. When are you coming to visit?"

David was now holding the rocking chair still.

"Hi sweetie, uh where is daddy Duo and daddy Heero?"

"They're working. Uncie Wuffie is here with us!!!"

"Honey, don't tell me you're climbing chairs to call me again." There was a hint of concern in her voice.

"David is ready to catch me if I fall. Don't worry mommy I won't fall. Mommy, come visit. I want to see you."

"Darling, mommy is busy right now. I don't have the time to talk. I've got to go. Bye sweet heart."

Hilde hung up. Priscilla looked at David with sad eyes.

"Lets go train some more." David said. "I'll help you with your patterns. Priscilla only nodded and climbed down with the help of David. Both children rushed off to the training area upstairs.

For such a young child I had to say that David was very mature. I could also safely say that David had a soft spot for the girl. He seemed…kinda protective, in a brotherly way. I'm not sure if this is good or not. Maxwell and Yuy are pretty protective parents. Would they crack if they found out Quatre and Trowa's son had a thing for their daughter? I'd better leave that to fate.

Princess Priscilla: Sappy? I'm sorry, I'm trying hard to write in a relationship. I've tried very hard in many other fics but I just can't seem to set the mood. They say practise makes perfect right?

David: Whats a relationship?

Quatre: I'll tell you when you're older, son.

Princess Priscilla: Please review. Please pretty please. It won't take much of your time.