The Messenger (2xH songfic)
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morgansgirl23
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You're making a sequel?!? You are my hero!! Please post as soon as you are able!! :o (eyes glazed over, drooling at the mouth!)
Don?t be humble, you?re not that great. ?Golda Meir
Worry does not empty tomorrow of sorrow, it empties today of strength. ?Corrie ten Boom
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don?t like?
?Jean Cocteau
Worry does not empty tomorrow of sorrow, it empties today of strength. ?Corrie ten Boom
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don?t like?
?Jean Cocteau
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Van Schroeder
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The sequel to ?The Messenger?, more of an epilogue or a closure than anything else.
Co-written by Calla Lily and Van Schroeder
Has Amado Una Mujer De Veras
- - -
The weeks passed and he had not returned to her. The days turned to weeks turned to months, but not yet a year. In the early morning hours, Hilde opened the white window facing the bridge where it remained ajar throughout the hours. It was also open at night, although she held the curtains together to close it up a bit. It was a strange practice, to leave an opening to your home for most of the day but she had her reason for it. The friendly rumour went around town that the German girl waited for her Peter Pan to come back from Never-never land, and that one night he should fly through the sill and wake her up in her dreams.
She laughed when the little ones asked her about this, and told that that it was true. She would wait for the boy-who-refuses-to-grow-up, even to the edge of forever and then they?d all laugh in merriment. They made a promise to her that if they should ever come across a lost shadow, to direct that shadow to her.
?Maybe,? she replied. Maybe Duo was just on the second star to the right of the moon?
In the evenings, when the moon was absent and only the stars peeped out from the dark curtain known as the sky, Hilde would have dreams that he had been the delivery boy. Her thoughts would go as far to imagine that he had amnesia during one of his battles and couldn?t remember his name, lest of all her. Maybe he decided to cut his hair and go join the guerilla troops in the North. Her imagination started to run away with her and the more Hilde deliberated about Duo?s absence, the more she missed him.
No, the delivery boy was not her Maxwell, despite their physical likeness and common traits they were not the same person. There were too many things that separated them from each other after just one brief encounter. The blue eyes were not the same.
But they were never really the same.
Her daily routine didn?t change all that much, Hilde didn?t want to adjust her life just because he was somewhere else, because she knew that he would come back. He had to.
And if he didn?t?
She didn?t want to think about that.
- - -
But one very special day, a stranger decided to watch her on a daily basis, concealing himself in the crowds and nobody really cared or acknowledge his presence. He was just another guest in their town of cobblestone sidewalks and small stores. An influx of tourists had invaded the area since the rebellion in the north had been quelled, with thanks to the Vice Foreign Minister. Things were peaceful again, until someone else was foolish enough not to realize that and try to mess things up again. War is a hideous thing, and it affected everyone.
Shaking his head clear of darkened memories, the shadow decided to seat himself at a coffee shop in the main square and watched the famed stone fountain in the middle of the town centre. Passerby?s often threw a penny or two into the sparkling water, making a wish at the edge of the rim and look slightly embarrassed as onlookers smirked in their own little way. This was the place of dreams, this fountain, and the town was well known for it. Many people came here to renew their lives and hope for new ones, taking in the scenery and the tranquility that the old familiars offered.
And as always, there was the angel statue. At first, it was forbidding for strangers to cross the bridge, fearing that the sculpture would come to life and attack them, but after time they came to recognize it as their protector from the dangers of the outside world. Gabriel, as they called the statue, became a deity, a divinity (almost) of the municipality.
Sipping his drink casually, Duo turned his back on the street and angled his body to keep an eye on a specific area of town. He watched as she exited the house with a bag on her shoulder, still wearing the raspberry beret. Even with the distance, he could see that she was smiling.
His stomach churned.
Hilde walked down the streets and stopped to chat away with her neighbours, repeatedly switching the bag from one hand to another with its heavy weight. Waving goodbye to the mail man as he rode away on his thin bicycle, she lugged around her baggage and past the residential areas heading to the main part of town where he was situated. Sitting up in anticipation, it was soon squashed when the girl turned a corner and made for a side-street, an even older part of town where all the building were pushed together like dominoes and their roofs sloped downward, a reminder of the medieval days.
Leaving a tip to go along with his unfinished drink, he followed her hurriedly, avoiding the urge to push people to the side and go into a straight run. The sound of tinkling bells and a click of the lock confirmed that she had entered the store. Their mechanic shop. After the junkyard, they moved and opened a repair shop where they ran it together.
Sighing relief, he found a place to hide, behind the ice cream trolley, and sucked in fresh air, taking a good look at his home. How there were still birds in the air, the water was still clean and drinkable, and how the people didn?t hide in their homes waiting in fear. There was no ash on the ground, the trees weren?t hewn down and there was still life.
Duo didn?t have to wait for long as she emerged from the shop and locked it up again, looking up at the store sign above the door. He had cut out that wood and she had painted it, he remembered. And he also remembered how he had sat on the sign before the paint had dried. New leather pants were needed afterwards.
Even if he couldn?t hear her speak, he knew that she sighed.
And that got him to thinking? he knew everything about her. Maybe even more that he knew himself. The way she laughed and her eyes would shine, the way she played with her short hair when she was thinking about something important, and how he?d tease her about it, making her pout and try to ignore his teasing. How she wasn?t afraid to get her hands dirty when they?d work on a new repair job, there were so many things that he could list?
She liked to listen to him, especially his jokes, no matter how corny or tasteless they could be.
She?d put up with his long hair even if it took his hours to dry. He never took her threats of shaving it off seriously. (Except for that one time when he made her late?)
She?d make sure he didn?t choke on his food.
And she?d be there to make the nightmares go away.
It was time to go back.
- - -
That night, after she had gone back to their flat he emerged from the bar and headed home, hiding in the shadow of next door when she opened the window again, waiting. He could picture her sitting down, talking to herself that it was silly to keep doing this. That he wouldn?t come back just because she wished he would. But then Hilde would lightly scold herself for thinking these thoughts and turn on the television to watch some the late night science-fiction movies from the lost years, even before the colonies were formed. Closing his eyes, he pictured it in his mind.
And he stood under the window, gazing upward, wishing that he could floy. So close to home, and yet so far away from her. Space had no room for him; he left the colonies and his less than glorious childhood for Earth, where he fought to find his mission in life. Most places that he had gone to, he was not welcome in one way or another.
A gundam pilot was a wanderer, and always will be.
He?d prove her wrong.
So that evening, just like in her dreams, he climbed up the walls and crept in through the white window, landing with a little noise a possible when his boots hit the wooden flooring and his braid accidentally smacked against the wall. She was curled up on the sofa just like he had predicted, with the remote control limp in her hand and a half-empty mug of coffee on the table.
Grabbing a blanket from the closet, he draped it over her and watched her sleep. Taking the remote from her hand, he clicked off the television and took the mug to the kitchen and put it in the sink.
?Duo?? a faint voice called. He returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa beside her, moving her legs slightly.
?Yes?? was his reply. She threw her hands to her face and threw her arms around him. Hugging her back, the boy knew that he was home because her eyes smiled once more.
?I missed you.?
?I know.?
?Will you leave again??
?No, I?m here to stay.?
[Fin]
- - -
For Calla, to make her smile while I?m away.
Co-written by Calla Lily and Van Schroeder
Has Amado Una Mujer De Veras
- - -
The weeks passed and he had not returned to her. The days turned to weeks turned to months, but not yet a year. In the early morning hours, Hilde opened the white window facing the bridge where it remained ajar throughout the hours. It was also open at night, although she held the curtains together to close it up a bit. It was a strange practice, to leave an opening to your home for most of the day but she had her reason for it. The friendly rumour went around town that the German girl waited for her Peter Pan to come back from Never-never land, and that one night he should fly through the sill and wake her up in her dreams.
She laughed when the little ones asked her about this, and told that that it was true. She would wait for the boy-who-refuses-to-grow-up, even to the edge of forever and then they?d all laugh in merriment. They made a promise to her that if they should ever come across a lost shadow, to direct that shadow to her.
?Maybe,? she replied. Maybe Duo was just on the second star to the right of the moon?
In the evenings, when the moon was absent and only the stars peeped out from the dark curtain known as the sky, Hilde would have dreams that he had been the delivery boy. Her thoughts would go as far to imagine that he had amnesia during one of his battles and couldn?t remember his name, lest of all her. Maybe he decided to cut his hair and go join the guerilla troops in the North. Her imagination started to run away with her and the more Hilde deliberated about Duo?s absence, the more she missed him.
No, the delivery boy was not her Maxwell, despite their physical likeness and common traits they were not the same person. There were too many things that separated them from each other after just one brief encounter. The blue eyes were not the same.
But they were never really the same.
Her daily routine didn?t change all that much, Hilde didn?t want to adjust her life just because he was somewhere else, because she knew that he would come back. He had to.
And if he didn?t?
She didn?t want to think about that.
- - -
But one very special day, a stranger decided to watch her on a daily basis, concealing himself in the crowds and nobody really cared or acknowledge his presence. He was just another guest in their town of cobblestone sidewalks and small stores. An influx of tourists had invaded the area since the rebellion in the north had been quelled, with thanks to the Vice Foreign Minister. Things were peaceful again, until someone else was foolish enough not to realize that and try to mess things up again. War is a hideous thing, and it affected everyone.
Shaking his head clear of darkened memories, the shadow decided to seat himself at a coffee shop in the main square and watched the famed stone fountain in the middle of the town centre. Passerby?s often threw a penny or two into the sparkling water, making a wish at the edge of the rim and look slightly embarrassed as onlookers smirked in their own little way. This was the place of dreams, this fountain, and the town was well known for it. Many people came here to renew their lives and hope for new ones, taking in the scenery and the tranquility that the old familiars offered.
And as always, there was the angel statue. At first, it was forbidding for strangers to cross the bridge, fearing that the sculpture would come to life and attack them, but after time they came to recognize it as their protector from the dangers of the outside world. Gabriel, as they called the statue, became a deity, a divinity (almost) of the municipality.
Sipping his drink casually, Duo turned his back on the street and angled his body to keep an eye on a specific area of town. He watched as she exited the house with a bag on her shoulder, still wearing the raspberry beret. Even with the distance, he could see that she was smiling.
His stomach churned.
Hilde walked down the streets and stopped to chat away with her neighbours, repeatedly switching the bag from one hand to another with its heavy weight. Waving goodbye to the mail man as he rode away on his thin bicycle, she lugged around her baggage and past the residential areas heading to the main part of town where he was situated. Sitting up in anticipation, it was soon squashed when the girl turned a corner and made for a side-street, an even older part of town where all the building were pushed together like dominoes and their roofs sloped downward, a reminder of the medieval days.
Leaving a tip to go along with his unfinished drink, he followed her hurriedly, avoiding the urge to push people to the side and go into a straight run. The sound of tinkling bells and a click of the lock confirmed that she had entered the store. Their mechanic shop. After the junkyard, they moved and opened a repair shop where they ran it together.
Sighing relief, he found a place to hide, behind the ice cream trolley, and sucked in fresh air, taking a good look at his home. How there were still birds in the air, the water was still clean and drinkable, and how the people didn?t hide in their homes waiting in fear. There was no ash on the ground, the trees weren?t hewn down and there was still life.
Duo didn?t have to wait for long as she emerged from the shop and locked it up again, looking up at the store sign above the door. He had cut out that wood and she had painted it, he remembered. And he also remembered how he had sat on the sign before the paint had dried. New leather pants were needed afterwards.
Even if he couldn?t hear her speak, he knew that she sighed.
And that got him to thinking? he knew everything about her. Maybe even more that he knew himself. The way she laughed and her eyes would shine, the way she played with her short hair when she was thinking about something important, and how he?d tease her about it, making her pout and try to ignore his teasing. How she wasn?t afraid to get her hands dirty when they?d work on a new repair job, there were so many things that he could list?
She liked to listen to him, especially his jokes, no matter how corny or tasteless they could be.
She?d put up with his long hair even if it took his hours to dry. He never took her threats of shaving it off seriously. (Except for that one time when he made her late?)
She?d make sure he didn?t choke on his food.
And she?d be there to make the nightmares go away.
It was time to go back.
- - -
That night, after she had gone back to their flat he emerged from the bar and headed home, hiding in the shadow of next door when she opened the window again, waiting. He could picture her sitting down, talking to herself that it was silly to keep doing this. That he wouldn?t come back just because she wished he would. But then Hilde would lightly scold herself for thinking these thoughts and turn on the television to watch some the late night science-fiction movies from the lost years, even before the colonies were formed. Closing his eyes, he pictured it in his mind.
And he stood under the window, gazing upward, wishing that he could floy. So close to home, and yet so far away from her. Space had no room for him; he left the colonies and his less than glorious childhood for Earth, where he fought to find his mission in life. Most places that he had gone to, he was not welcome in one way or another.
A gundam pilot was a wanderer, and always will be.
He?d prove her wrong.
So that evening, just like in her dreams, he climbed up the walls and crept in through the white window, landing with a little noise a possible when his boots hit the wooden flooring and his braid accidentally smacked against the wall. She was curled up on the sofa just like he had predicted, with the remote control limp in her hand and a half-empty mug of coffee on the table.
Grabbing a blanket from the closet, he draped it over her and watched her sleep. Taking the remote from her hand, he clicked off the television and took the mug to the kitchen and put it in the sink.
?Duo?? a faint voice called. He returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa beside her, moving her legs slightly.
?Yes?? was his reply. She threw her hands to her face and threw her arms around him. Hugging her back, the boy knew that he was home because her eyes smiled once more.
?I missed you.?
?I know.?
?Will you leave again??
?No, I?m here to stay.?
[Fin]
- - -
For Calla, to make her smile while I?m away.
The pessimist sees the work ahead. The optimist sees the result. (unknown)
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morgansgirl23
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Oh my god, that was beautiful!! 
I love happy endings, especially in Gundam fanfics. Thank you for posting this and for doing such a great job tying up loose ends.
I love happy endings, especially in Gundam fanfics. Thank you for posting this and for doing such a great job tying up loose ends.Don?t be humble, you?re not that great. ?Golda Meir
Worry does not empty tomorrow of sorrow, it empties today of strength. ?Corrie ten Boom
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don?t like?
?Jean Cocteau
Worry does not empty tomorrow of sorrow, it empties today of strength. ?Corrie ten Boom
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don?t like?
?Jean Cocteau
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Raspberry
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Van, your stories are just adorable! 
Great work, I really loved it! And this line 
Great work, I really loved it! And this line Raspberry huh? XDstill wearing the raspberry beret
How crazy
Stop talking about me as if you know me
How crazy
I?ve been running away from the ship
sinking in the depths of the ocean
Song How Crazy by YUI
Just be yourself.
Stop talking about me as if you know me
How crazy
I?ve been running away from the ship
sinking in the depths of the ocean
Song How Crazy by YUI
Just be yourself.
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Calla Lily
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Oh dear, I completely missed that part, not to mention several other grammatical errors while I was beta-reading. Oops. *laughs*And he stood under the window, gazing upward, wishing that he could floy.
Oh well, at least we know Duo can't fly...
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