Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ And so it begins ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any of the trademarked characters within this story, but any you haven’t ever heard of before are mine and mine alone. This is my first and since I’m used to writing sci-fi for my own enjoyment I hope that it meets with your approval.

*thoughts*

‘unseen speaker’

OPENING:

We all have secrets. We keep them close. We hide them in the shadows of our minds for fear that others will discover them; open them to the light and reveal to the world our weakness. Making us into the freaks we fear of being called.

We all have secrets. My companions, my comrades, my friends, my family- they have secrets too. While they have never spoken of their own or shown any acknowledgment of them, I know them all. We all have secrets.

Heero Yuy, the Perfect Solider, a child’s death, his part in it, and the shadows of his name sake helped him to bury his emotions and keep him in the hands of an evil tyrant. It is by his hand that he was exploited and molded into the emotionless facade he is today. His secret is simple and yet not so. His healing ability is known only to a few. He can take in almost any poison and nothing will happen. Well, almost nothing. He will go down for a while but he will just wake up healed. A bullet means nothing, his body just absorbs it and goes on. The older he gets the faster it happens. It’s an amazing thing to see, frightening in all it’s glory.

Quatre Raberba Winner, the empathic tactician. You’d think that would be his secret and for many years it was. The heart of feeling- a gift from his mother. He hides his pain of a father’s supposed disappointment and of a sister’s death. He thought that his empathy would be a hindrance, a true weakness in battle, but it has proven the best way for him to keep us in line. It’s a secret to be sure but not his only one. He is a powerful being that he knows nothing of, another gift from his mother. One that sooner than later will bloom to fruition. It will be a glorious when he rises to his full power.

Trowa Barton, Nanashi. He is a puzzle. He thinks that he has no name, for he did not carry one for many of his early years. He thinks that he is nothing more than soldier, warrior, mercenary, but he is so wrong. I’ve seen him, though he did not realize it. He is a beautiful creature with stunning features and immortal powers. His specific name has not been uttered since the birth of the colonies, but I know of it. Commoners call him a changeling, I call him a brother.

Chang Wufei, our mighty Dragon warrior. One would think that his secret would have to do with his clan’s ability to manipulate fire, but it’s not. Too easy for our honorable dragon and keeper of justice. You see, he was married. It was this woman that was suppose to pilot Shenlong and not him, but she died, his sweet Meilan. Even though it was arranged, she harbored strong feelings for him even unto death. He fought in her name but his secret is a gift, a talent, passed along to just his line. His secret, in a land of dragons, he is the only dove. A healer, so talented that he barely realizes that he possess it. Used only when his dearest whispers to him the words of right and even though he can use fire, he doesn’t. It is in his nature to protect and guide.

Everyone has secrets. Their’s are just different than others. How, you ask, do I know these things? I have secrets too. Mine are darker and mine are deeper and mine are many and I hide them well.

I hide them behind the mask of clown, an idiot, a savant. I hide them garnished by jokes, pranks, and innuendo. Death wears many faces and oddly enough one of them is mine. But I will tell you how I know their secrets.

I have spies. My secret allows me to see everything without ever leaving the sunlight; without ever leaving my room. Strong emotions or trauma can leave shadows, those impressions I can pick them up. Strange that their ghosts are the ones who speak loudest to me. Mine own are so silent and hidden, not allowed to come to me as others do. The others, the fragments of everyone else’s echoes, I try to ignore.

We all have secrets and I, Duo Maxwell, am about to reveal one of mine.