Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2002 10:44 am
AN: This part is really short, perhaps as short as the prologue. I apologize for the length, but it was only appropriate to have a breaking point at the end. Believe me; the next chapter will definitely be longer. This tells you a little bit, but the next chapter will reveal almost everything. Thanks for all of the great replies.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.
"Adin... Adin Yuy? Can it possibly be you... after all these years?" the figure murmured so unsure to the infant she once fondled in her arms after his mother, certainly exhausted from delivery of a seraphim's breed as was the babe in that such mother's partial adore, turned to her with eyes so promising in her son's birth (bringing melting frost to this stranger's eyes at the recall); he now rested before her a mirror of father's form to coalesce with his mother's mercy who continued to type at the desk held to stand by bound directories supplemented for the sake of the piece's legs.
The boy stopped his work as the woman's voice fell upon his ears and into the realms of memories he locked away so long ago to keep from weeping of that loss, and turned to face this person that dared to intrude. He arched his neck so cautiously at her inquire, almost as if wary of the face he may see now had been the one haunting him forever in his dreams of sweat and the crusade's implore for massacre that still echoed from the past to drown him in its bloodbath once more, and when he saw her frame leave the shadows that had hidden her glance, his eyes widened in the same manner as hers had done only moments ago--recognition and dismissal glistening across his orbs as he uttered his reply.
"Lady... Lady Une?" was all the child said, for his whisper cracked even through just one name that upon his tongue was parched.
A wry smile claiming her lips at his recall, she stepped forward but a breath and hushed back to assure him so deftly, "Yes, Adin, It's me... Lady Une. I've been searching for you for so long... I'd almost given up hope that you'd ever be found... that you really had died in the attack those thirteen years ago."
"Perhaps it would've been better if I had," he responded while rising from his chair, bringing with him a brown teddy bear of curled fleece chocked by red ribbon that remained tattered from child's chubby fingers entwining. His tone was so barren, just so cruel towards his own existence as he spoke.
She disregarded his comment with a sigh to part from her lips and said more than asked amongst that darkness, that haze that shrouded them then of their past, "You kept it."
"Yeah; it was Mother's. Father gave it to her when she was my age, as I'm sure you all ready knew... I just know she would've wanted me to keep it for her.
"Besides," he almost chuckled as he held the bear against his breast and rubbed his cheek into its belly, "its been my only family since that day... the only thing God left me--didn't take away."
"Adin..." Lady Une pleaded as she tried to place a hand on his shoulder to help lure the demons haunting his cavern back into the cages from where they'd come to taunt him.
"He's always been my only friend and always will be. He's been there when I had nightmares... Mommy and Daddy not there to bring me to their bed like before; he was there when I woke up from the slaughter... Mother and Father's faces not there to kiss me; he knows all about me, and he's shared that pain with me. No betrayal, no favors called in... just a friend."
"I know it must have been hard for such a little boy, only three years old like you were... but I'm here; I survived," she assured the child as she laid a hand to his face and ran her fingertips along his lashes to alleviate the waters misting there--desiring only to make stains along his now paled skin.
"Did anyone else live? My aunts or uncles? Mother and Father? Is there any possibility that any of them could've escaped the slaughter?" he asked her with such impatience in his voice, the toddler that had been lost once, striped naked of innocence as the moon as young as he on that eve hid her gaze behind a cradle of the darkened clouds sired by nightfall, hoping beyond hope to see the faces of his family he thought melted away from their bones to be used as stoke for enemy fires.
Looking over to a curtain at the far right crevice of the hanger, deliberately avoiding his question, she approached the lace sealed there and tore it away from the misshapen walls, and studying intently what she found within this shrine, she let her neck twist slightly to acknowledge the boy and spoke so softly, "What do you remember about your family, your friends... and that night?"???
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.
"Adin... Adin Yuy? Can it possibly be you... after all these years?" the figure murmured so unsure to the infant she once fondled in her arms after his mother, certainly exhausted from delivery of a seraphim's breed as was the babe in that such mother's partial adore, turned to her with eyes so promising in her son's birth (bringing melting frost to this stranger's eyes at the recall); he now rested before her a mirror of father's form to coalesce with his mother's mercy who continued to type at the desk held to stand by bound directories supplemented for the sake of the piece's legs.
The boy stopped his work as the woman's voice fell upon his ears and into the realms of memories he locked away so long ago to keep from weeping of that loss, and turned to face this person that dared to intrude. He arched his neck so cautiously at her inquire, almost as if wary of the face he may see now had been the one haunting him forever in his dreams of sweat and the crusade's implore for massacre that still echoed from the past to drown him in its bloodbath once more, and when he saw her frame leave the shadows that had hidden her glance, his eyes widened in the same manner as hers had done only moments ago--recognition and dismissal glistening across his orbs as he uttered his reply.
"Lady... Lady Une?" was all the child said, for his whisper cracked even through just one name that upon his tongue was parched.
A wry smile claiming her lips at his recall, she stepped forward but a breath and hushed back to assure him so deftly, "Yes, Adin, It's me... Lady Une. I've been searching for you for so long... I'd almost given up hope that you'd ever be found... that you really had died in the attack those thirteen years ago."
"Perhaps it would've been better if I had," he responded while rising from his chair, bringing with him a brown teddy bear of curled fleece chocked by red ribbon that remained tattered from child's chubby fingers entwining. His tone was so barren, just so cruel towards his own existence as he spoke.
She disregarded his comment with a sigh to part from her lips and said more than asked amongst that darkness, that haze that shrouded them then of their past, "You kept it."
"Yeah; it was Mother's. Father gave it to her when she was my age, as I'm sure you all ready knew... I just know she would've wanted me to keep it for her.
"Besides," he almost chuckled as he held the bear against his breast and rubbed his cheek into its belly, "its been my only family since that day... the only thing God left me--didn't take away."
"Adin..." Lady Une pleaded as she tried to place a hand on his shoulder to help lure the demons haunting his cavern back into the cages from where they'd come to taunt him.
"He's always been my only friend and always will be. He's been there when I had nightmares... Mommy and Daddy not there to bring me to their bed like before; he was there when I woke up from the slaughter... Mother and Father's faces not there to kiss me; he knows all about me, and he's shared that pain with me. No betrayal, no favors called in... just a friend."
"I know it must have been hard for such a little boy, only three years old like you were... but I'm here; I survived," she assured the child as she laid a hand to his face and ran her fingertips along his lashes to alleviate the waters misting there--desiring only to make stains along his now paled skin.
"Did anyone else live? My aunts or uncles? Mother and Father? Is there any possibility that any of them could've escaped the slaughter?" he asked her with such impatience in his voice, the toddler that had been lost once, striped naked of innocence as the moon as young as he on that eve hid her gaze behind a cradle of the darkened clouds sired by nightfall, hoping beyond hope to see the faces of his family he thought melted away from their bones to be used as stoke for enemy fires.
Looking over to a curtain at the far right crevice of the hanger, deliberately avoiding his question, she approached the lace sealed there and tore it away from the misshapen walls, and studying intently what she found within this shrine, she let her neck twist slightly to acknowledge the boy and spoke so softly, "What do you remember about your family, your friends... and that night?"???