Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Memories of a Bloody Past ❯ Chapter 1
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Nita-sama 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 595 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 595 | Status: Completed
Title: Memories of a Bloody Past
Genre: Violence, mistical stuff, demons, AU, language, angst, death (none of the pilot), I'll add more if anymore comes up
Summary: Duo is a nameless demon that was once a heartless murderer of the innocent. Heero is a warrior who is set on making the demon pay for his wicked ways. When he finally confronts the demon, he finds that he has lost his memory. Is this a trick or is something really amist.
Disclaimer: Nanashi is the name I got off a fic. It mean 'No name' or something like that. I want to give the idea to the writer being that that's where I got the idea. I can't remember your name, but you know who you are, hopefully. I don't own Gundam Wing..the plot bunny won't stop biting me. They're pink and rabied, ya know, so don't sue. All you will get is a handful of pocket lent.
Pairings: Haven't of any past 1x2, but I'll keep you updated on that situation.
Feedback: Yes! It fuels me to continue.
A/N: I know I said that I wouldn't update until I got 5 reviews, but I have got to get this chap down before I forget. This fic is pretty much a flashback of Heero and Duo's journey up until the situation in the prologue before the flashback. Confused? I know. Just read and don't forget to review please.
I beta-ed this chapter as soon as I saw all the mistakes I made. I'll try to do that before hand but please let me know if I've missed any.
D K joy: Thank you for being the first person to review on this fic and 'Wishing for Death'. I'm looking forward to you updating on *your* work soon. ^_~
Chapter 1:
(about fourteen years ago)
A small breeze picked up the cherry blossom from their branches and danced them around the two. The young prince of his clan smiled as a blossom tickled his nose. His cheerful cobalt eyes shifted to his mother.
The woman stared back at her son with a twin expression. Her blue eyes sparkled with happiness and love at her growing boy.
"Have you decided what you want for your birthday, Heero?"
Heero stared at the varying scenory as he rode on the back of the white pony. His mother's horse trotted next to her baby as her human master rode next to her's. It was a peaceful spring day and everything was in bloom.
He shrugged and smiled shyly at his mother. "No. Not as of yet, mother." He returned his gaze back to the wonderful scenory and let the wind play with his wild mop of chocolate brown hair.
"You are becoming quite a handsome young man in your youthful years. And to think you are only three winters old." The young mother smiled fondly at the blushing youth. "Well, we still have three sunrises until that special day. Until then...I'll see how much your horse riding skills have improved." With that said, the woman kicked her mare into motion.
"Hey!" Heero followed his mother in the same fashion. His colt was still young but was just as fast as any other horse.
The two raced into their clan's village unaware of the slitted violet eyes tracking their movements.
*****************
(that night)
"Young prince, I have bought you a gift." The tall boy said softly. The boy was tall to be only seven winters old. His limbs made him look slightly awkard since his body had yet to fill out yet.
Heero eyed the box in the boy's hands excitedly. He looked back at the long boy's face and smiled. The other boy smiled back and let his emerald eyes fall back to the ground. "What is your name?"
"Trowa...Trowa Barton, Prince Heero." Trowa bowed respectfully but had yet to hand the box over.
"You can just call be Heero."
The other boy nodded hesitantly then handed over the box. Heero took the box gratefully. He shook the box near his ear and was rewarded by something shifting hastily inside. His eyes widened and he looked back at the fidgeting boy.
"What is it."
"Open it and find out, Prince--er--Heero."
Heero did just that. As soon as the box was opened a furry head pocked out.
"It's an artic wolf pup." Trowa watched nervously as the young prince eyed the pup in awe....or disguise, he couldn't tell. "If you don't like it--"
"I love it!" Heero quickly scooped the pup up into his arms and gave it a quick hug. The puppy's pale blue eyes stared at his new owner. The young prince placed the puppy on the ground and patted its head affectionately. "What should I name it?"
"Anything you want, Heero."
"Ummmm....Sky? No......Snowball? Nuh-huh.....Towa!" Heero clapped his hands together happily. "His name it Towa. Sort of like Trowa without the 'r'." He smiled at the blushing boy. He quiclkly ran to him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you."
"You're Welcome."
***********
Heero and Trowa met again everyday after Heero's lessons. The young prince would sit and go over all the things he learned. To his surprise, his new friend listen to every word he said.
"It must be nice to learn such things." Trowa sat. His hand unconsciously fondled Towa's ears as he talked.
"Yes, but it is quite boring sometimes."
"Aa. I'm afraid I would not know since I stopped going to lessons when I was five."
Heero's eyes nearly fell out of his head with the sudden confession. "No lesson?"
"I had to work when my father died. I have to help my mother and siblings get food. I would have loved to learn how to read more things and work on writing."
"I know! I could teach you." Before Trowa could protest, the prince began to drag him towards his hut. The two sat at a red oak table as Heero went on about reading and writing. Some of the words Heero wrote, Trowa knew, but most of them he had never heard of.
By the end of the day the friends had gone through all of Heero's vocabulary list and reading books.
"Thank you, Heero. I don't know how to repay your kindness."
Heero waved dismissively at the statment. "You and I are friends, correct?" Trowa nodded. "I never really had friends....that's enough payment for me. I will see you tomorrow?"
"Ie. I have to work--"
"Then I'll come see you!"
"Okay."
tbc......
A/N: ^_~ I think three year old Heero is so kawaii. So is Trowa. I would like some feedback on this. Just let me know if you're confused....if you like the story.....if you don't like.....you know the usual.
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Genre: Violence, mistical stuff, demons, AU, language, angst, death (none of the pilot), I'll add more if anymore comes up
Summary: Duo is a nameless demon that was once a heartless murderer of the innocent. Heero is a warrior who is set on making the demon pay for his wicked ways. When he finally confronts the demon, he finds that he has lost his memory. Is this a trick or is something really amist.
Disclaimer: Nanashi is the name I got off a fic. It mean 'No name' or something like that. I want to give the idea to the writer being that that's where I got the idea. I can't remember your name, but you know who you are, hopefully. I don't own Gundam Wing..the plot bunny won't stop biting me. They're pink and rabied, ya know, so don't sue. All you will get is a handful of pocket lent.
Pairings: Haven't of any past 1x2, but I'll keep you updated on that situation.
Feedback: Yes! It fuels me to continue.
A/N: I know I said that I wouldn't update until I got 5 reviews, but I have got to get this chap down before I forget. This fic is pretty much a flashback of Heero and Duo's journey up until the situation in the prologue before the flashback. Confused? I know. Just read and don't forget to review please.
I beta-ed this chapter as soon as I saw all the mistakes I made. I'll try to do that before hand but please let me know if I've missed any.
D K joy: Thank you for being the first person to review on this fic and 'Wishing for Death'. I'm looking forward to you updating on *your* work soon. ^_~
Chapter 1:
(about fourteen years ago)
A small breeze picked up the cherry blossom from their branches and danced them around the two. The young prince of his clan smiled as a blossom tickled his nose. His cheerful cobalt eyes shifted to his mother.
The woman stared back at her son with a twin expression. Her blue eyes sparkled with happiness and love at her growing boy.
"Have you decided what you want for your birthday, Heero?"
Heero stared at the varying scenory as he rode on the back of the white pony. His mother's horse trotted next to her baby as her human master rode next to her's. It was a peaceful spring day and everything was in bloom.
He shrugged and smiled shyly at his mother. "No. Not as of yet, mother." He returned his gaze back to the wonderful scenory and let the wind play with his wild mop of chocolate brown hair.
"You are becoming quite a handsome young man in your youthful years. And to think you are only three winters old." The young mother smiled fondly at the blushing youth. "Well, we still have three sunrises until that special day. Until then...I'll see how much your horse riding skills have improved." With that said, the woman kicked her mare into motion.
"Hey!" Heero followed his mother in the same fashion. His colt was still young but was just as fast as any other horse.
The two raced into their clan's village unaware of the slitted violet eyes tracking their movements.
*****************
(that night)
"Young prince, I have bought you a gift." The tall boy said softly. The boy was tall to be only seven winters old. His limbs made him look slightly awkard since his body had yet to fill out yet.
Heero eyed the box in the boy's hands excitedly. He looked back at the long boy's face and smiled. The other boy smiled back and let his emerald eyes fall back to the ground. "What is your name?"
"Trowa...Trowa Barton, Prince Heero." Trowa bowed respectfully but had yet to hand the box over.
"You can just call be Heero."
The other boy nodded hesitantly then handed over the box. Heero took the box gratefully. He shook the box near his ear and was rewarded by something shifting hastily inside. His eyes widened and he looked back at the fidgeting boy.
"What is it."
"Open it and find out, Prince--er--Heero."
Heero did just that. As soon as the box was opened a furry head pocked out.
"It's an artic wolf pup." Trowa watched nervously as the young prince eyed the pup in awe....or disguise, he couldn't tell. "If you don't like it--"
"I love it!" Heero quickly scooped the pup up into his arms and gave it a quick hug. The puppy's pale blue eyes stared at his new owner. The young prince placed the puppy on the ground and patted its head affectionately. "What should I name it?"
"Anything you want, Heero."
"Ummmm....Sky? No......Snowball? Nuh-huh.....Towa!" Heero clapped his hands together happily. "His name it Towa. Sort of like Trowa without the 'r'." He smiled at the blushing boy. He quiclkly ran to him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you."
"You're Welcome."
***********
Heero and Trowa met again everyday after Heero's lessons. The young prince would sit and go over all the things he learned. To his surprise, his new friend listen to every word he said.
"It must be nice to learn such things." Trowa sat. His hand unconsciously fondled Towa's ears as he talked.
"Yes, but it is quite boring sometimes."
"Aa. I'm afraid I would not know since I stopped going to lessons when I was five."
Heero's eyes nearly fell out of his head with the sudden confession. "No lesson?"
"I had to work when my father died. I have to help my mother and siblings get food. I would have loved to learn how to read more things and work on writing."
"I know! I could teach you." Before Trowa could protest, the prince began to drag him towards his hut. The two sat at a red oak table as Heero went on about reading and writing. Some of the words Heero wrote, Trowa knew, but most of them he had never heard of.
By the end of the day the friends had gone through all of Heero's vocabulary list and reading books.
"Thank you, Heero. I don't know how to repay your kindness."
Heero waved dismissively at the statment. "You and I are friends, correct?" Trowa nodded. "I never really had friends....that's enough payment for me. I will see you tomorrow?"
"Ie. I have to work--"
"Then I'll come see you!"
"Okay."
tbc......
A/N: ^_~ I think three year old Heero is so kawaii. So is Trowa. I would like some feedback on this. Just let me know if you're confused....if you like the story.....if you don't like.....you know the usual.
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