The future of gundam Wing
Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2003 4:32 pm
Okey this is something that I began and I have absolutely no idea where it's going to go. It's suposed to be a mix between romance, mystery and horrer. It's going to be confusing and twisted so be prepared. (I'm terrible at remembering how to spell names so if I screw up please forgive me)
Disclaimer: Mission:. . .
To write Gundam fics. . .
Not to steal Gundam itself. . .
Mission Accepted-
_______________________________________________________________________
?So, what is your name??
The young woman glared at the face which was half way covered in shadows. It belonged to a beastly shape of a man too dull and unbearably stupid to be a preventor officer but, to her own dismay, that was what he was and there was nothing within her power to change that. He looked as if he spent all of his time at a gym to prove to others his strength instead of doing his job and demonstrating a sense of true leadership. Such vile weakness was not worthy of showing his face to anyone, least of all her. She refused to answer.
?Excuse me I?m talking to you!? the solder repeated clearly getting irritated.
Maremea yawned and took another sip of her drink.
?Your face insults me? she felt like saying to get the man off her back. It was becoming to be the very early hours of the morning and Maremea was far too tired to deal with drunken scum, which put her in a state of dispute. Should she or should she not put this miserable asshole out of his misery?
Why was she still at the bar in the first place? Why as she there at all? Such a vile cluster of incompetent bastards was far below her status, it was named Happy Joes no less. Was it something she ate? No matter. She had to get home anyway. Amelia would be furious if she found out where she was at present, not that Maremea blamed her, it was a tough part of town and she was drinking under age, not that the bartender cared as long as he had some benefits of her being there.
She gave another rude yawn before she tipped the bartender handsomely for her humiliation, which could be more of a bribe since Joe knew exactly what kind of person she was when she gave him what she did; which clearly said: ?You never saw me and you never will see me again so thanks for your time.?
Maremea flopped her leather jacket over her shoulder and straitened her back as she strutted out of the doorway thinking that the least she could do was make an appropriate exit. It never failed to amaze her how much the colonies pretended to be like earth, so much that they even had night and day, and weather as a regular function. It was dark, but almost daybreak, in other words about four in the morning for the summer seasons.
The year is After Colony 208 and ever since that fateful day where she herself had threatened the peace of the earth and the colonies, there was not a sound of anything related to war or any form of military dictatorship. The Earth/Space Unified Nation did its job to a T, promoting total pacifism. She often remembered and old friend of hers saying:
?When OZ took over the smile of the colonies were gone and I fought to get back those smiles. I?m glad that it?s finally come true.?
She remembered the faces of so many other that followed her. Her chest and heart shaking with a fear that she had never known before. A hard slap across her face. But stronger still was the searing burn of lead as it had pierced her flesh.
She felt a strong burn in her shoulder and she slipped her hand just below the collar of her shirt and massaged a piece of smooth tissue that was there just to the side of her heart and had been there from long ago. A token of her arrogance and delusion.
What made her think of something that had happened 12 years ago eluded her and confused her. Was it that man that wished to have her name? Was it his blue and gold uniform? Or could it possibly be something else, something long forgotten in her past that she refuse to think about or unearth; but that was simply impossible. She wished to let the subject slide but found it impossible to do so
?It?s not as if it wasn?t a life changing experience for me. And besides I have learned so much since then and. . . ?
She was beginning to dwell.
?Amelia told me that I should see a psychiatrist about it. . . Jesus Christ, can?t I let things go??
?Hey You!?
Maremea turned and saw the same man coming up to her and grabbing her wrist. His grip was a fairly strong one, but not nearly strong enough to avoid her braking it in one swift movement. He was very much beginning to annoy her. She tried to keep her temper none the less for Amelia?s sake.
?Please don?t get me pissed off.? She warned him silently.
He looked at her in a shallow stupor, half of her was surprised that he didn?t start drooling at any moment. Her stomach churned in her disgust and the alcohol she consumed only made things worse, a pressure in her throat began to burn but she dared not open her mouth for anything. Not there and not now! Out of all the times for her body to start functioning properly!
?You sill haven?t told me your name!?
A small spark in her mind was gust fed gasoline. She had had enough. Jerking her wrist away, she grabbed his arm and twisted it slowly and gradually upward savoring the strain of his muscles and the vibrating creak of his bones as he shrieked and howled in agony. She knew that she was breaking his arm, she wished for it to be so. With one last jerk upward she heaved the man?s arm another 90 degrees making it parallel to his eyes so that he could see his disgrace. It was almost like artwork, she decided as she let his arm go and it stayed there.
Sweeping him to the ground and pinning him down to the floor she knelt and came up to his ear, speaking softly.
?Had it ever occurred to you that I may not want to speak to ones that are so below me? I hope that this is a lesson to you.?
Se instantly vanished out the door, stomped on the gas of her bike, fired up the engine and flew off. The wind blew through her hair and soothed the aching pain of anger that was there.
What did she do? She was really in for it this time. Since when had she become so damn short tempered? Why did she do that anyway? Acting on impulse without emotion was not only inane, but it was weak. She was weak.
?That?s what being under the influence does to you.?
Rest assured she would stop now and never do that again. She really did need to talk to someone about this.
The awkward and churning feeling in her stomach refused to go away and was now leaping up into her throat and mouth. Her eyes began to water and feel feverish. Half of her was not surprised if her eyes began to change color from their ordinary light sea blue to the flaming red of her hair, everything else seemed to. One last churn of her stomach was the last thing she could remember in one flash of heat, sweat and tears. It could not be held back any longer.
Stopping a block down, she found a dumpster and vomited.
?Oh my god.?
This was a sight that Amelia Khushrenada had never seen before. But she assumed that it was only a matter of time before her young Maremea began to experiment with the outside world, she was nineteen after all, which was the perfect age for getting into trouble. Yes she would get yelled at, and grounded for the rest of her life, but Amelia was not overly concerned that her daughter was going on the wrong path, she was just living.
?I just thank god that she?s not doing the things I was when I was her age.? Amelia thought, then a bitter thought ran through her, ?Oh yes, she did that before then.?
She decided to hold her thoughts.
?RISE AND SHINE!? she hollered at the top of her lungs.
?Shit!? Maremeas reflexes made her tumble out of bed and scramble across the floor. It sent her blood racing through her veins giving her violent jitters as she huddled in the corner of her room next to window, grasping the walls for stability.
The sheets of her bed were in a tangled mess and her clothes were dumped on the floor like tiny puddles. Her window was left open and her mouth felt hot and tasted like rot. Her heart sailed against her ribcage with such ferocity she expected to sees it fly across the room.
She looked at the doorway and saw only a pair of preventor issue uniform boots, taping with anticipation. She looked up to see her mother with a cocked eyebrow, her long brown hair well combed and a set of glasses resting comfortably on the edge of her nose as she glared down at her, a cross expression on her face.
Amelia Une Khushrenada crossed the room in three long strides and bent down on one knee to meet Maremeas gaze. She spoke very softly and very calmly in a single word gave her young lady a briefing on her situation.
?Busted.?
?I figured as much? Maremea replied not daring to hide anything.
Mrs. Khushrenadas senses were overwhelmed by the smell of Maremeas breath.
?If you knew it was wrong then why did you do it??
Maremea didn?t try to think because she knew full well that she couldn?t remember a bloody thing.
?Would it make any sense to you if I said I don?t remember?? she asked.
Amelia thought for a moment.
?It is a logical answer, but you and I are having a very long discussion when you go take a shower and brush your teeth.?
?Yes ma?am.?
?NOW!?
With the same force that shot her out of bed, Maremea lunged forward and leaped over her bed to get out of the room.
?Shit! I?m in for it now, dammit!?
It was never a good thing for Amelia to get angry; lord knows how tough she was when she was pissed off. At least she was merciful enough to allow a bath and a teeth cleaning. She could have just as easily forced her to live with her shame the entire day along with whatever punishment that she had in store for her.
She turned the water on to the hottest setting and stepped inside headless of the fact that she was still dressed in her pajamas. The coolness of the water as it just began to warm up managed to bring her to full consciousness. What had happened that night to make such a cold and strange result? She remembered leaving her school and walking home, thinking along the way. By the time she returned to the on campus apartment that she and Amelia shared, she dumped her things in her room and ran to the garage, grabbed her motor cycle and zoomed away as if there was something after her., but the thing that was chasing her was only real inside her head.
What was the monster that she was running from? She remembered feeling an incredible fear as she left, and then it came back to her as she was coming home again that morning.
The water began to warm up and the soothing heat began to wash away the traces of the filth that she encountered. She opined her mouth and let the hot water rinse it out; it was much like filling her cheeks with a hot tasteless tea, soothing her mind. She pat out the water and concentrated on the droplets of water that were soaking her clothes. It felt surprisingly good. But she doubted that she deserved that comfort.
Amelia Khushrenada had caught her. Caught her doing something pretty bad, and without a good reason behind it.
How was she going to explain it to her what happened? Especially when she couldn?t even explain it to herself what exactly was troubleing her.
Disclaimer: Mission:. . .
To write Gundam fics. . .
Not to steal Gundam itself. . .
Mission Accepted-
_______________________________________________________________________
?So, what is your name??
The young woman glared at the face which was half way covered in shadows. It belonged to a beastly shape of a man too dull and unbearably stupid to be a preventor officer but, to her own dismay, that was what he was and there was nothing within her power to change that. He looked as if he spent all of his time at a gym to prove to others his strength instead of doing his job and demonstrating a sense of true leadership. Such vile weakness was not worthy of showing his face to anyone, least of all her. She refused to answer.
?Excuse me I?m talking to you!? the solder repeated clearly getting irritated.
Maremea yawned and took another sip of her drink.
?Your face insults me? she felt like saying to get the man off her back. It was becoming to be the very early hours of the morning and Maremea was far too tired to deal with drunken scum, which put her in a state of dispute. Should she or should she not put this miserable asshole out of his misery?
Why was she still at the bar in the first place? Why as she there at all? Such a vile cluster of incompetent bastards was far below her status, it was named Happy Joes no less. Was it something she ate? No matter. She had to get home anyway. Amelia would be furious if she found out where she was at present, not that Maremea blamed her, it was a tough part of town and she was drinking under age, not that the bartender cared as long as he had some benefits of her being there.
She gave another rude yawn before she tipped the bartender handsomely for her humiliation, which could be more of a bribe since Joe knew exactly what kind of person she was when she gave him what she did; which clearly said: ?You never saw me and you never will see me again so thanks for your time.?
Maremea flopped her leather jacket over her shoulder and straitened her back as she strutted out of the doorway thinking that the least she could do was make an appropriate exit. It never failed to amaze her how much the colonies pretended to be like earth, so much that they even had night and day, and weather as a regular function. It was dark, but almost daybreak, in other words about four in the morning for the summer seasons.
The year is After Colony 208 and ever since that fateful day where she herself had threatened the peace of the earth and the colonies, there was not a sound of anything related to war or any form of military dictatorship. The Earth/Space Unified Nation did its job to a T, promoting total pacifism. She often remembered and old friend of hers saying:
?When OZ took over the smile of the colonies were gone and I fought to get back those smiles. I?m glad that it?s finally come true.?
She remembered the faces of so many other that followed her. Her chest and heart shaking with a fear that she had never known before. A hard slap across her face. But stronger still was the searing burn of lead as it had pierced her flesh.
She felt a strong burn in her shoulder and she slipped her hand just below the collar of her shirt and massaged a piece of smooth tissue that was there just to the side of her heart and had been there from long ago. A token of her arrogance and delusion.
What made her think of something that had happened 12 years ago eluded her and confused her. Was it that man that wished to have her name? Was it his blue and gold uniform? Or could it possibly be something else, something long forgotten in her past that she refuse to think about or unearth; but that was simply impossible. She wished to let the subject slide but found it impossible to do so
?It?s not as if it wasn?t a life changing experience for me. And besides I have learned so much since then and. . . ?
She was beginning to dwell.
?Amelia told me that I should see a psychiatrist about it. . . Jesus Christ, can?t I let things go??
?Hey You!?
Maremea turned and saw the same man coming up to her and grabbing her wrist. His grip was a fairly strong one, but not nearly strong enough to avoid her braking it in one swift movement. He was very much beginning to annoy her. She tried to keep her temper none the less for Amelia?s sake.
?Please don?t get me pissed off.? She warned him silently.
He looked at her in a shallow stupor, half of her was surprised that he didn?t start drooling at any moment. Her stomach churned in her disgust and the alcohol she consumed only made things worse, a pressure in her throat began to burn but she dared not open her mouth for anything. Not there and not now! Out of all the times for her body to start functioning properly!
?You sill haven?t told me your name!?
A small spark in her mind was gust fed gasoline. She had had enough. Jerking her wrist away, she grabbed his arm and twisted it slowly and gradually upward savoring the strain of his muscles and the vibrating creak of his bones as he shrieked and howled in agony. She knew that she was breaking his arm, she wished for it to be so. With one last jerk upward she heaved the man?s arm another 90 degrees making it parallel to his eyes so that he could see his disgrace. It was almost like artwork, she decided as she let his arm go and it stayed there.
Sweeping him to the ground and pinning him down to the floor she knelt and came up to his ear, speaking softly.
?Had it ever occurred to you that I may not want to speak to ones that are so below me? I hope that this is a lesson to you.?
Se instantly vanished out the door, stomped on the gas of her bike, fired up the engine and flew off. The wind blew through her hair and soothed the aching pain of anger that was there.
What did she do? She was really in for it this time. Since when had she become so damn short tempered? Why did she do that anyway? Acting on impulse without emotion was not only inane, but it was weak. She was weak.
?That?s what being under the influence does to you.?
Rest assured she would stop now and never do that again. She really did need to talk to someone about this.
The awkward and churning feeling in her stomach refused to go away and was now leaping up into her throat and mouth. Her eyes began to water and feel feverish. Half of her was not surprised if her eyes began to change color from their ordinary light sea blue to the flaming red of her hair, everything else seemed to. One last churn of her stomach was the last thing she could remember in one flash of heat, sweat and tears. It could not be held back any longer.
Stopping a block down, she found a dumpster and vomited.
?Oh my god.?
This was a sight that Amelia Khushrenada had never seen before. But she assumed that it was only a matter of time before her young Maremea began to experiment with the outside world, she was nineteen after all, which was the perfect age for getting into trouble. Yes she would get yelled at, and grounded for the rest of her life, but Amelia was not overly concerned that her daughter was going on the wrong path, she was just living.
?I just thank god that she?s not doing the things I was when I was her age.? Amelia thought, then a bitter thought ran through her, ?Oh yes, she did that before then.?
She decided to hold her thoughts.
?RISE AND SHINE!? she hollered at the top of her lungs.
?Shit!? Maremeas reflexes made her tumble out of bed and scramble across the floor. It sent her blood racing through her veins giving her violent jitters as she huddled in the corner of her room next to window, grasping the walls for stability.
The sheets of her bed were in a tangled mess and her clothes were dumped on the floor like tiny puddles. Her window was left open and her mouth felt hot and tasted like rot. Her heart sailed against her ribcage with such ferocity she expected to sees it fly across the room.
She looked at the doorway and saw only a pair of preventor issue uniform boots, taping with anticipation. She looked up to see her mother with a cocked eyebrow, her long brown hair well combed and a set of glasses resting comfortably on the edge of her nose as she glared down at her, a cross expression on her face.
Amelia Une Khushrenada crossed the room in three long strides and bent down on one knee to meet Maremeas gaze. She spoke very softly and very calmly in a single word gave her young lady a briefing on her situation.
?Busted.?
?I figured as much? Maremea replied not daring to hide anything.
Mrs. Khushrenadas senses were overwhelmed by the smell of Maremeas breath.
?If you knew it was wrong then why did you do it??
Maremea didn?t try to think because she knew full well that she couldn?t remember a bloody thing.
?Would it make any sense to you if I said I don?t remember?? she asked.
Amelia thought for a moment.
?It is a logical answer, but you and I are having a very long discussion when you go take a shower and brush your teeth.?
?Yes ma?am.?
?NOW!?
With the same force that shot her out of bed, Maremea lunged forward and leaped over her bed to get out of the room.
?Shit! I?m in for it now, dammit!?
It was never a good thing for Amelia to get angry; lord knows how tough she was when she was pissed off. At least she was merciful enough to allow a bath and a teeth cleaning. She could have just as easily forced her to live with her shame the entire day along with whatever punishment that she had in store for her.
She turned the water on to the hottest setting and stepped inside headless of the fact that she was still dressed in her pajamas. The coolness of the water as it just began to warm up managed to bring her to full consciousness. What had happened that night to make such a cold and strange result? She remembered leaving her school and walking home, thinking along the way. By the time she returned to the on campus apartment that she and Amelia shared, she dumped her things in her room and ran to the garage, grabbed her motor cycle and zoomed away as if there was something after her., but the thing that was chasing her was only real inside her head.
What was the monster that she was running from? She remembered feeling an incredible fear as she left, and then it came back to her as she was coming home again that morning.
The water began to warm up and the soothing heat began to wash away the traces of the filth that she encountered. She opined her mouth and let the hot water rinse it out; it was much like filling her cheeks with a hot tasteless tea, soothing her mind. She pat out the water and concentrated on the droplets of water that were soaking her clothes. It felt surprisingly good. But she doubted that she deserved that comfort.
Amelia Khushrenada had caught her. Caught her doing something pretty bad, and without a good reason behind it.
How was she going to explain it to her what happened? Especially when she couldn?t even explain it to herself what exactly was troubleing her.