Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Memories of a Bloody Past ❯ Chapter 2
[ 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: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 456 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 456 | 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 think I like this fic so far.
Rurouni Lilouani: Thanks for the compliment!
Chapter 2:
Heero knocked politely on the heavy oak door. His cobalt eyes twinkled with excitement as he imagined all the different types of jobs Trowa may have. He could be anything from a pick pocket to a healer. All of those possiblies were very appealing to him at his young age.
The door creaked open revealing a tall haggard looking woman. She was young with sloppy reddish brown curls that fell over her passive eyes. She was dressed in rags all the way down to the worn cloth shoes on her feet.
Heero struggled to not fidget under the woman's gaze. Despite her appearance she held a lot of dignanty of a hard working woman.
"Hello---Is Tro---uh." Heero bowed deeply. "Hello my name is Heero Yuy. I am here to see your son.....is he home?"
The woman's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the small boy. "Prince Yuy? *The* Prince Heero Yuy?"
Heero nodded hesitantly. The small voice in his head kept screaming for him that this was a bad idea. Too bad it was too late.
"Catherine? Is everything okay?" Trowa's head peeked around a corner inside the house. It was rather strange for them to have visiters other than the occassional mortgage collector. He slowly moved into the room to see what had his guardian so stiff backed.
"Trowa?" Heero leaned over when he caught sight of a familiar mass of chestnut brown. His friend was now standing by Catherine with a pair of dirty gardner gloves on his hands. His black trousers had a thin layer of dirt on the knees and his shirt had obvious grass stains. "Hello Trowa."
"Heero--um....May he come in Catherine?"
Catherine nodded dumbly and stepped asside. Heero bowed again and stepped in. The house was small but cozy and warm in it's own way. There was what looked like a living room/ dining room as soon as he stepped in. The 'dining table' was a large crate with a patched sheet working as a table cloth.
A worn leather chair rested on the far wall and a shelf of books sat opposite to it. There were no fairy lamps Heero had seen in other homes. Just a candle chandeler which wasn't lit at the moment. The only light coming in was from the windows that were covered with sheets.
The sheets turned the light that spilled inside to a nice golden hue. Everything glowed.
"Sorry that isn't that good. We don't have money to buy the things they sell in the market these days." Trowa fiddled with his gloves to hide his embarrassment. Heero didn't say anything. He stared at each article of fabric and piece of furniture.
"I like you house." He said softly. "It's just the right size. Not too big and fancy like mine is. Maybe, if you'd like, you can visit me there?"
Trowa smiled. "I'd love that. Thank you."
*****
The visit was like nothing Heero had ever experienced. He learned how to plant and weed different crops, what bugs were good for the plants and what bugs were bad, and how to feed a two headed cow.
Sadly, the day had to come to an end and Heero had to go home. He waved goodbye to his frined and his 'mother'.
******
"Heero? Gods, where have you been?" His mother picked him up into a crushing hug. "I was worried."
"I made a new friend, mommy." Heero beamed happily. His mother returned the smile. It wasn't everyday her son opened up to her so much. He was practically radiating happiness.
"So...tell me about it?" His mother held out her hand. The young prince took hold of it and the two walked together through the rose garden as the youth talked.
******
"How quant." A cold voice echoed. Emotionless eyes stared down at the pair walking hand in hand sharing their good memories. He shifted on the tree branch and twirled his long chestnut braid in one hand. The heart shaped face turned up in a sneer. "I think I will add this to my collection." With that, the figure disappeared.
******
"And we--" Heero stopped and looked at the swaying tree. No wind was blowing but that one tree was moving. The hairs on his neck stood on end. He had a bad feeling.
"Heero?" He turned back to his mother. She was worried.
"Can we go inside. I'll tell you the rest in there."
The woman frowned for a second but nodded. "You must be tired from you long day. Let us go inside and I'll have one of the servants bring you a cup of warm cow's milk."
tbc......
A/N: How'd you like? Let me know what you think or might just post this elsewhere. There might be some fanart to this fic, I have to see if I can get enough nerve to post stuff like that. Hey! let make a deal! Let's say for every twenty reviews I get on this fic, I will post a picture, ne? It's up to you. ^_~ Hasta Luego!
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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 think I like this fic so far.
Rurouni Lilouani: Thanks for the compliment!
Chapter 2:
Heero knocked politely on the heavy oak door. His cobalt eyes twinkled with excitement as he imagined all the different types of jobs Trowa may have. He could be anything from a pick pocket to a healer. All of those possiblies were very appealing to him at his young age.
The door creaked open revealing a tall haggard looking woman. She was young with sloppy reddish brown curls that fell over her passive eyes. She was dressed in rags all the way down to the worn cloth shoes on her feet.
Heero struggled to not fidget under the woman's gaze. Despite her appearance she held a lot of dignanty of a hard working woman.
"Hello---Is Tro---uh." Heero bowed deeply. "Hello my name is Heero Yuy. I am here to see your son.....is he home?"
The woman's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the small boy. "Prince Yuy? *The* Prince Heero Yuy?"
Heero nodded hesitantly. The small voice in his head kept screaming for him that this was a bad idea. Too bad it was too late.
"Catherine? Is everything okay?" Trowa's head peeked around a corner inside the house. It was rather strange for them to have visiters other than the occassional mortgage collector. He slowly moved into the room to see what had his guardian so stiff backed.
"Trowa?" Heero leaned over when he caught sight of a familiar mass of chestnut brown. His friend was now standing by Catherine with a pair of dirty gardner gloves on his hands. His black trousers had a thin layer of dirt on the knees and his shirt had obvious grass stains. "Hello Trowa."
"Heero--um....May he come in Catherine?"
Catherine nodded dumbly and stepped asside. Heero bowed again and stepped in. The house was small but cozy and warm in it's own way. There was what looked like a living room/ dining room as soon as he stepped in. The 'dining table' was a large crate with a patched sheet working as a table cloth.
A worn leather chair rested on the far wall and a shelf of books sat opposite to it. There were no fairy lamps Heero had seen in other homes. Just a candle chandeler which wasn't lit at the moment. The only light coming in was from the windows that were covered with sheets.
The sheets turned the light that spilled inside to a nice golden hue. Everything glowed.
"Sorry that isn't that good. We don't have money to buy the things they sell in the market these days." Trowa fiddled with his gloves to hide his embarrassment. Heero didn't say anything. He stared at each article of fabric and piece of furniture.
"I like you house." He said softly. "It's just the right size. Not too big and fancy like mine is. Maybe, if you'd like, you can visit me there?"
Trowa smiled. "I'd love that. Thank you."
*****
The visit was like nothing Heero had ever experienced. He learned how to plant and weed different crops, what bugs were good for the plants and what bugs were bad, and how to feed a two headed cow.
Sadly, the day had to come to an end and Heero had to go home. He waved goodbye to his frined and his 'mother'.
******
"Heero? Gods, where have you been?" His mother picked him up into a crushing hug. "I was worried."
"I made a new friend, mommy." Heero beamed happily. His mother returned the smile. It wasn't everyday her son opened up to her so much. He was practically radiating happiness.
"So...tell me about it?" His mother held out her hand. The young prince took hold of it and the two walked together through the rose garden as the youth talked.
******
"How quant." A cold voice echoed. Emotionless eyes stared down at the pair walking hand in hand sharing their good memories. He shifted on the tree branch and twirled his long chestnut braid in one hand. The heart shaped face turned up in a sneer. "I think I will add this to my collection." With that, the figure disappeared.
******
"And we--" Heero stopped and looked at the swaying tree. No wind was blowing but that one tree was moving. The hairs on his neck stood on end. He had a bad feeling.
"Heero?" He turned back to his mother. She was worried.
"Can we go inside. I'll tell you the rest in there."
The woman frowned for a second but nodded. "You must be tired from you long day. Let us go inside and I'll have one of the servants bring you a cup of warm cow's milk."
tbc......
A/N: How'd you like? Let me know what you think or might just post this elsewhere. There might be some fanart to this fic, I have to see if I can get enough nerve to post stuff like that. Hey! let make a deal! Let's say for every twenty reviews I get on this fic, I will post a picture, ne? It's up to you. ^_~ Hasta Luego!
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