Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Memories of a Bloody Past ❯ Chapter 3
[ 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: 03.24.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 946 | Visits: 381 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.24.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 946 | Visits: 381 | 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: Hey! Sorry this is late. I'm juggling three continuations out of seven. The other four have been discontinued until I get reviews on them. I have put plot bunny repellant down until I can at least get all of them rolling.
*....* telepathy
//...// thoughts
/*...*/
Chapter 3:
Heero didn't sleep well that night. No matter how much he woke from the nightmare he always found himself back in its graspe.
/* "Heero! Heero!"
"Mother?!" Heero ran towards the voice as fast as his legs could carry him. Everything was black as far as the eyes could see.
"Heero!" The voice echoed through the darkness but was further away than before. Heero changed direction. The horrible feeling in his chest took his hope of finding his mother.
A sudden wind circled around his frame. His hand went to shield his face. The wind settled and he slowly peeked from behind his barrier.
There was his mother standing under a tree. "Mother!" Heero sprinted over to his mother but stopped halfway there. The grass around the tree and his mother slowly started to melt away into a thick red liquid. The sickening matallicy smell assaulted his nose causing his stomach to lurch. BLOOD
"Mother!"
Another wind picked up around them. He watched the brown and silver wisp of his mother's hair blow get caught in it. He delicate features were soft with nothing but love for her son. Her cobalt blue eyes moved from her son to the lone figure in the tree branch above.
Heero followed her eyes reflexively. The figure in the tree was a boy. His long chestnut braid whipped angrily in the wind as his glowing violet eyes locked onto his. The hearshaped face contorted into a menacing fanged smile before the figure disappeared. The hazardous winds died down abruptly and the figure reappeared behind his mother.
"Mother!!!!!" The strange creature bought a clawed hand across to brush over the woman's torso. A gesture so light that it barely disturbed the lenin gown she was wearing.
"Heero." His mother whispered softly before the hand was buried deep inside her.
"MOTHER!!!!!!!!" */
****
"MOTHER!!!!!!!!" Heero shot up in his bed. He was soaked in sweat and gasping loudly. His room was dark save the light from the white moon. He shivered despite the lack of cold and climbed from his bed. His bared feet barely made any noise as he walked across the wooden floor.
"Heero?" A strip of light poured into his room from where the door was ajar but no one stood there. He eyed the slightly opened door suspisciously before moving towards it. "Heero." The voice called again.
"Mother?" Heero opened the door again. His mother was facing away from his door with her hair down. "Mother?" He could feel something was wrong and briskly walked over and pulled on the woman's gown.
One cold blue eye looked down at him. He quickly let go of the material and backed away. His mother had never looked at him like that. "M-Mother."
"Jar Aten Neziriff Koko domi asuraf de.(2)"
"Mother, I don't understand."
The disheveled woman pivoted around to show the rest of herself. Heero screamed.*/(3)
tbc........
A/N: It was short but was it that bad? I know I'm making Duo into a cold blooded killer and there should be no way that Heero could love him. There IS a catch and it will be given at the appropriate time. Oh, and if you really wanna know what Heero saw to make him scream let me know in your review, k?
(1)So how'd you like? This chap was a dream sequence. Part of the dream is from X whan Kamui is having the dream about his mother.
(2) I have no idea what Heero's mother was saying. I just made up some stuff so let's just say is was some old language way back then and Heero doesn't know what it was. I think I'll give it meaning later, but not for now.
(3) This is one of those times when the character thinks he or she is awake but it turns out that he or she isn't and is just in another nightmare.
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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: Hey! Sorry this is late. I'm juggling three continuations out of seven. The other four have been discontinued until I get reviews on them. I have put plot bunny repellant down until I can at least get all of them rolling.
*....* telepathy
//...// thoughts
/*...*/
Chapter 3:
Heero didn't sleep well that night. No matter how much he woke from the nightmare he always found himself back in its graspe.
/* "Heero! Heero!"
"Mother?!" Heero ran towards the voice as fast as his legs could carry him. Everything was black as far as the eyes could see.
"Heero!" The voice echoed through the darkness but was further away than before. Heero changed direction. The horrible feeling in his chest took his hope of finding his mother.
A sudden wind circled around his frame. His hand went to shield his face. The wind settled and he slowly peeked from behind his barrier.
There was his mother standing under a tree. "Mother!" Heero sprinted over to his mother but stopped halfway there. The grass around the tree and his mother slowly started to melt away into a thick red liquid. The sickening matallicy smell assaulted his nose causing his stomach to lurch. BLOOD
"Mother!"
Another wind picked up around them. He watched the brown and silver wisp of his mother's hair blow get caught in it. He delicate features were soft with nothing but love for her son. Her cobalt blue eyes moved from her son to the lone figure in the tree branch above.
Heero followed her eyes reflexively. The figure in the tree was a boy. His long chestnut braid whipped angrily in the wind as his glowing violet eyes locked onto his. The hearshaped face contorted into a menacing fanged smile before the figure disappeared. The hazardous winds died down abruptly and the figure reappeared behind his mother.
"Mother!!!!!" The strange creature bought a clawed hand across to brush over the woman's torso. A gesture so light that it barely disturbed the lenin gown she was wearing.
"Heero." His mother whispered softly before the hand was buried deep inside her.
"MOTHER!!!!!!!!" */
****
"MOTHER!!!!!!!!" Heero shot up in his bed. He was soaked in sweat and gasping loudly. His room was dark save the light from the white moon. He shivered despite the lack of cold and climbed from his bed. His bared feet barely made any noise as he walked across the wooden floor.
"Heero?" A strip of light poured into his room from where the door was ajar but no one stood there. He eyed the slightly opened door suspisciously before moving towards it. "Heero." The voice called again.
"Mother?" Heero opened the door again. His mother was facing away from his door with her hair down. "Mother?" He could feel something was wrong and briskly walked over and pulled on the woman's gown.
One cold blue eye looked down at him. He quickly let go of the material and backed away. His mother had never looked at him like that. "M-Mother."
"Jar Aten Neziriff Koko domi asuraf de.(2)"
"Mother, I don't understand."
The disheveled woman pivoted around to show the rest of herself. Heero screamed.*/(3)
tbc........
A/N: It was short but was it that bad? I know I'm making Duo into a cold blooded killer and there should be no way that Heero could love him. There IS a catch and it will be given at the appropriate time. Oh, and if you really wanna know what Heero saw to make him scream let me know in your review, k?
(1)So how'd you like? This chap was a dream sequence. Part of the dream is from X whan Kamui is having the dream about his mother.
(2) I have no idea what Heero's mother was saying. I just made up some stuff so let's just say is was some old language way back then and Heero doesn't know what it was. I think I'll give it meaning later, but not for now.
(3) This is one of those times when the character thinks he or she is awake but it turns out that he or she isn't and is just in another nightmare.
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