Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Play Toys ❯ Those children ( Chapter 1 )
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By: letgo 
A God's thoughts on Gundam Wing.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.26.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 478 | Visits: 600 | Status: Completed
A God's thoughts on Gundam Wing.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.26.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 478 | Visits: 600 | Status: Completed
A new war has started. Soon, that group will show up. Every single time it is them. The Perfect soldier, the boy who calls himself Death, the one with no name, the caring one, and the dragon boy.
We gods often get bored and when we do, we mettle with the lives of those mortals. And when we feel like the wars we have caused getting boring, we send that five in to finish what we started.
This time around, they go by the names Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei. In the past, they have been called other names. But whether this group realizes it or not, their souls are transported into worlds where we know things will get out of control.
They are our clean up crew, so to speak.
Ah, the little boy who calls himself Death has just lost his friend, Solo. This has happened before. He always loses his friends. And now, there goes his church. I almost feel sorry for the child but he has to learn to stop calling himself Death. My brother dislikes copycats. Once the child who calls himself Death stops doing that, he will grow happy and those around him won't die. But until he stops doing so, he himself cannot die. That is the gift he was given.
The boy who will later call himself Heero has just found the body of Odin Lowe. Poor child, but he will need to be strong to survive. He was gifted with a life that won't stop until he is done setting things right.
Ah, I see that the blond one has just been born. Of course, his mother has died, just like she always will. He cares so deeply, given an empathic gift, and I do care about this one somewhat. He acutally does kill his mother, the sorry little thing. His gift reflects her pain back onto her a tenfold.
Little No-Name has just been found by the mercenaries. Looks like he was tricked by the She-Devil. I do dislike that little imp and wish she would stop decieving the boy. He has no gift other than the natural one he was born with. He can take everything in and fears not death.
Oh, poor little dragon. Lost the girl again. Those two are always finding each other, only for her to die every single time, just as he realizes how he loves her. Part of me wishes she would live, just so I could see what happens. But she never does.
You five have come again to stop what we immortals have started. Little do you know, that in a few years the cycle will start anew and your efforts to stop it will succeed. Until the next time.
We gods often get bored and when we do, we mettle with the lives of those mortals. And when we feel like the wars we have caused getting boring, we send that five in to finish what we started.
This time around, they go by the names Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei. In the past, they have been called other names. But whether this group realizes it or not, their souls are transported into worlds where we know things will get out of control.
They are our clean up crew, so to speak.
Ah, the little boy who calls himself Death has just lost his friend, Solo. This has happened before. He always loses his friends. And now, there goes his church. I almost feel sorry for the child but he has to learn to stop calling himself Death. My brother dislikes copycats. Once the child who calls himself Death stops doing that, he will grow happy and those around him won't die. But until he stops doing so, he himself cannot die. That is the gift he was given.
The boy who will later call himself Heero has just found the body of Odin Lowe. Poor child, but he will need to be strong to survive. He was gifted with a life that won't stop until he is done setting things right.
Ah, I see that the blond one has just been born. Of course, his mother has died, just like she always will. He cares so deeply, given an empathic gift, and I do care about this one somewhat. He acutally does kill his mother, the sorry little thing. His gift reflects her pain back onto her a tenfold.
Little No-Name has just been found by the mercenaries. Looks like he was tricked by the She-Devil. I do dislike that little imp and wish she would stop decieving the boy. He has no gift other than the natural one he was born with. He can take everything in and fears not death.
Oh, poor little dragon. Lost the girl again. Those two are always finding each other, only for her to die every single time, just as he realizes how he loves her. Part of me wishes she would live, just so I could see what happens. But she never does.
You five have come again to stop what we immortals have started. Little do you know, that in a few years the cycle will start anew and your efforts to stop it will succeed. Until the next time.