Gomen! I’m so sorry it took so long to get this
out, but I had a major lack of inspiration.
Usagi’s kind of odd, as she is dealing with centuries of memories, and
little quirks/abilities she received from her friends as they passed on. So the clairvoyance bit is really Minako’s,
the water thing is Ami/Michiru’s, and so on.
Just so you know, the extent of my cohesive Gundam Wing knowledge is
limited to the first manga, the mixed up various episodes I have watched, and
repetitive viewings of Endless Waltz.
Obviously, this is going to be an A/U for GW, but for Sailor Moon, it is
merely how I envisioned the very far future.
I don’t really know the storyline very well, so it will be odd.
Duo tuned out Wufei’s lecture. He’d heard it so many times already, he could have rattled it off
word perfect. But I still don’t like
the braided baka part, he thought glumly.
Why was he the one Wufei picked on?
Maybe it is your practical jokes that always seem to target him?
a woman’s voice whispered in his mind.
The
braided soldier yelped, and fell right out of his chair, earning him
questioning glances from the other pilots.
He picked himself up, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. But as he settled himself down, he glanced
around discreetly, looking for the source of the voice. Or was he going crazy? But he heard the voice again, this time
laughing.
You are
not crazy, 02. This time
he stared around the room, not bothering to hide it. “Hey guys, did you hear that?” he asked nervously. He received only cold stares. Um, this is really creeping me out now...
Duo’s mind was panicking.
Calm
yourself! For a soldier, you are
incredibly excitable. The woman’s voice soothed him, and he calmed, not really knowing
why. He left the room to find somewhere
secluded, and to get away from Wufei’s lecture. And the voice.
He went
into the garden behind the house that was surrounded by a high wall. He had always felt safe there, with no
audible noise from civilization.
“I
agree,” a woman’s musical voice said.
Duo turned towards the sound to finally see the person whom it belonged
to. It was the girl he had seen last
night, and he started to panic, worrying about the safety of the Gundam pilots’
location. She sat on the ground as she
stared at the plants as if she had never seen them before. She gave a sense of innocence that seemed
impossible to fake, impossible to hide or replicate (eventually be a memory...). He had been about to ask one of the many
questions running through his mind when another voice spoke first.
“Duo, who
is that?” Duo turned towards the house
to see Hiiro standing with his gun pointed directly at the girl.
“I
really—“ he was cut off by the girl.
“I’m just
a curious civilian(soldier).
After all, after seeing a huge hunk of oddly shaped metal come out of a
lake, I’m bound to have questions, hai?”
The girl stood, and smiled, apparently not worried in the least that she
could be dead at any moment. But when
Hiiro clicked the safety off his gun, her smile paled a bit, and she continued.
“But maybe that’s not a very good thing?” she asked meekly. Her wide bleu eyes were a contradiction
however. They almost begged the Perfect
Soldier to shoot, though not in a daring way.
It was almost... wishful(death, come to me).
Duo
smirked, but kept an eye on Hiiro. The
man’s homicidal tendencies were well known to Shinigami, and he didn’t want any
‘innocent civilians’ getting hurt.
“Shinigami?”
the girl asked, her expression clearly shocked. “How so?” Hmm, maybe
because of his piloting duties?
Duo
yelped, and began backing away from the blond(royal-silver) haired, bleu
eyed girl, quickly forgetting his resolution.
“Um, I don’t know where you got that from, but I suggest you forget it.”
Hiiro
didn’t bother to be so nice. “Omae o
korosu,” he said, and pulled the trigger.
The girl
swore fluently as she watched in horror(elation) as the man shot
her. She couldn’t move any more then a
few inches, not nearly far enough to escape the bullet completely, not even
with her years(eternities) of senshi training. She watched in shock at the gaping wound in her shoulder as it
bled profusely(royal-red blood), not even noticing what the men were
doing.
“What the
hell was that for?” Duo screamed, ready to launch himself at the Perfect
Soldier.
All he
got was an emotionless, “She shouldn’t know so much, then.”
You kept everything
inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it meant to me
will eventually be a memory
of a time when I
Tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
And lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
“Dammit,
Hiiro, that doesn’t mean you can go shooting anyone who says the wrong thing!”
he exclaimed, and moved to the girl, forgetting his earlier uneasiness with
her.
She was
attempting to stop the bleeding with only her hand, putting pressure on
it. Why bother? She
wondered. When Duo pulled her hand
away, hankercheif in hand to tie it up, the wound was already closing. Shiiitt, she thought, and backed away
from him. You didn’t just see that,
she whispered into his mind, and willed him to forget. She hoped it would work, but since telepathy(mind
control, how often did she use it on me?) was more Rei’s(fire-passion)
area of expertise, she could never be certain what would happen. But he turned his head away, eyes glassy.
Unfortunately,
Hiiro had also seen. But he made no
comment, though he kept his gun on her.
He questioned the effectiveness of it, but long training(torture,
someone whispered) kept his hand trained on her.
Eyes
watching Hiiro like a hawk, Usagi whispered to Duo. “Shinigami are you? Tell
me, why do you deserve that title?”
Violet
eyes wide, Duo stilled, and his eyes cleared.
That was weird... “Because I am. I am the
god of death.” His voice was almost
strangled, as if he didn’t like it all too much. I kill every one around me.
Angry,
but not saying why, Usagi pulled away.
“Fine.” She paused, “Why don’t we try this again.” She bowed formally, to both Hiiro and
Duo. “Konnichiwa! Watashi no namae
Tsukino Usagi.” (I tried so hard)
She
received a half-hearted grunt from Hiiro, but Duo replied much more
enthusiastically. “I’m Duo
Maxwell. He is Yui Hiiro, the Perfect
Soldier.” He imitated her, obviously
not knowing why. And so he
shouldn’t. That tradition died out how
long ago?
(And got so
far) Too long for either of them to remember. Usagi suppressed those half-remembered
memories. That’s the problem
with living so many lives, and remembering them to boot. You only know a little, and it gets confused
with everything else. When neither of them moved, she snapped “Well, aren’t you going
to invite me in?”
But Duo only gave her a cocky grin, and asked, “Why should we?” Usagi resisted the urge to slap him senseless. That smirk was asking for it.
“Maybe
because I am curious, and I will go in no matter what.” She strode forward, completely ignoring
Duo’s stuttered protests. She moved to
go around Hiiro. But she stopped at yet
another voice. (But in the end it doesn’t even matter)
“What is
going on?” a curiously gentle voice asked.
Usagi peered around the unmoving Perfect Soldier to see a blonde boy standing in the entrance to the gardens. His big bleu eyes immediately told Usagi all
about his nature, and she winced in sympathy at the sorrows that were held
within them. “Why are you pointing a
gun at this girl?”
Hiiro glared at Quatre, as he turned around. “I don’t know. But she is an intruder.”
The emotionless soldier stalked back inside the mansion, leaving behind
a gaping Duo, and a confused Quatre. (And lose it all)
“I am truly sorry for Hiiro’s manners. May I offer you hospitality, to make up for
it?” Quatre asked politely, still slightly bewildered by Hiiro’s odd actions(reactions).
That was the most the cold boy had ever
said about anything not pertaining to a mission.
When the girl smiled, he smiled in return. “I am Quatre Winner. It is a pleasure to meet you...” he trailed
off, not knowing her name. (You kept everything inside)
“Tsukino Usagi,” she supplied with another
grin. “Or Usagi Tsukino, I
suppose. Or Usa-chan.”
Quatre beckoned her inside, saying something to the
effect of tea, and Usagi followed, leaving Duo to follow in their wake,
dumbfounded.
“Who is she?” an indignant voice cried as she
entered behind Quatre, to see two other boys(men, they are too old in soul
for children) sitting at their ease in the living room. She matched the voice to a male of obvious
Asian descant, dark hair pulled back in a tight tail, and black eyes seemingly
permanently slanted in annoyance.
“Wufei, Trowa, I would like you to meet Usagi
Tsukino. Usagi, this is Chang Wufei,
and Trowa Barton.” Quatre watched her
intently, still searching for clues as to what this girl was doing in his
garden in the first place.
Usagi turned from her contemplation of Trowa and
Wufei, and said “Do not worry, gentle one, I will not endanger you. Oz cannot follow me.”
Usagi settled down into the soft couch, seemingly
oblivious to the shocked reactions the men were having. She shifted her bag to the side, to avoid
sitting on it, and made herself comfortable.
Finally, after hearing nothing, she glanced up. “What is the matter?” she asked worriedly.
Quatre gathered enough of his wits to reply. “No- nothing,” he stuttered, knowing that he
should be wary of this girl, but his heart forced him to accept her, to adore
her. That should have made him
suspicious, any way, but he suppressed it.
Instead, he contemplated this girl, who seemed to more then a girl in
the way that he and his friends were more then just boys. Her eyes haunted him, and he turned his gaze
to her physique. Her long silver hair
was pulled back into a braid much like Duo’s, but it was at least two feet
longer then Duo’s.
Trowa remained silent, but his gaze was hard. He did not know what this girl was, but she
was a threat, if she knew that Oz was after them. He didn’t take kindly to threats, especially if they involved Quatre.
WuFei muttered darkly, wondering why Yui hadn’t
killed her yet. Obviously, the trigger
happy Perfect Soldier already knew that this girl was here, being the fanatical
safety freak he was. That left why she
was still alive, and WuFei hated not knowing.
He was not unaffected by the simple presence she had, and he wondered if
maybe even the emotionless Perfect Soldier had felt the purity she exuded. Normally the Asian boy was not one to notice
or care about such things(weak), but the pure strength of it was
impossible to miss.
Duo was still in the same position he had been in,
when he had skidded to an abrupt stop at her words. The way she seemed to answer thoughts reminded her of Quatre’s
peculiar affinity for matters of the heart.
He also wondered at her effect on Hiiro. In the months that Duo ha d known the other soldier, Hiiro had
never once backed down, unless it concerned Ririna.
Usagi finally gave up waiting for them to
speak. She had patience, but didn’t
bother to use it(Rei always thought so). “Why do you all fight?” she asked bluntly.
Again, she received shocked stares from the four
boys(men, her mind insisted). Or,
at least, she received three shocked stares and the feeling of surprise from
the fourth.
“We fight for peace, and justice. I fight for revenge.” Surprisingly(or not) it was WuFei who
spoke up. “Why have you come here?” he
asked, glaring at her.
She smiled.
“Because I had nothing better to do, and I was curious,” she
paused. She seemed so relaxed, but her
whole body was tense in anger. How can
war do this to five innocent humans?
Why do they do this to themselves.
She gazed at them with pity clear in her eyes. Her entire tone changed, to one completely opposite her previous cheerful
tone. “That is why I fought, too, at
the beginning. I believed that the wars
could be won through visions of peace. I
fought so that I could bring justice to the world, and avenge all the victims.” Her gaze fell, so that she was gazing at a
spot in the floor, hiding her eyes, and the anger within them. “But then, it changed. After awhile, I began fight because it was
all I knew, all that I could do, and do well. I lost my ability to do anything but fight.” She looked back up, this time searching for
the emotionless eyes of one Hiiro Yui, who had entered the room long before,
without anyone knowing, until just now.
“Keep your dreams of peace, and find them, for all the lost souls that
had been destroyed.” Oddly enough, at
least to the five boys, she spoke in the past tense.
The song is In the end, by Linkin Park,
one of my favorite bands. It does not
belong to me. The reason it took so
long to get out is because I could not find a song, nor the time to write. Please review! And yes, I have never studied English grammar that thoroughly, so
if there is a fancy name for tenses and such, I don’t know it in English. Please forgive me. *ß note the sarcasm*
I am debating leaving it here, and letting you choose however you want it to
end. It is up to you, readers. If you want me to continue, tell me, or if
someone else wants to continue this, let me know.
And finally, yes, there are supposed to be hints of 3+4, and 1+2, but I don’t think
it worked very well. Ah well.