Ummm ... GW Story?
Okay so I'm going through my old files, and I came across this Gundam Wing short story. I'm not certain if it's mine or not. It doesn't read like my writing but then I can be a chameleon sometimes with my voice. I'm posting it so I can find out if it's mine or someone else's. I'm like 90% sure it's mine, but you never know ...
Story: Gundam Wing Short
Characters: Duo Maxwell (young)
Rating: PG (mention of death and violence)
Duo sighed heavily. He hated his life, yet another kid had laughed in his face and called him smelly. Although it had been Duo laughing after he socked the preppie upstart in the nose. Duo then started to laugh, why did he let all that get to him? That was easy, it was because he desperately wanted someone to be his close friend - the way Solo had been. Duo returned to sighing.
As usual, Sister Helen was waiting for him, arms crossed and a stern look upon her face. Duo’s composure cracked at the sight of her. He knew what she would say and he feared disappointing her and Father Maxwell above everything. “Duo!” Sister Helen scolded, a pout pursing her rounded lips. “Why?”
“They deserved it! They called me a skunk!” Duo’s tiny fists were clenched at his sides and he stared at the ground; he refused to let even them see him cry.
“Duo, I know these kids can be mean, but can’t you get through at least one week without fighting them?” Sister Helen crouched down in front of him and tenderly stroked the hair from his eyes.
“I can try, but I won’t promise.” Duo sniffed loudly.
“Duo-”
Father Maxwell gently laid his hand on the sister’s shoulder and shook his head at her. “Let it go for now.”
Duo climbed the steep steps up to the attic which had been filled with cots for the children. He quietly opened the window and clambered onto the roof and sat with his legs pulled up to his chest, his head buried in his hands. Why did he have to endure this? Why couldn't the kids just leave him alone. He couldn't help the fact that water was a luxury and the orphanage could only afford one or two baths a week for the children.
Duo looked up at the moon. "It looks like I feel right now. Solo, where's your strength that you promised me? I can't get through this alone."
"Duo . . ." A soft masculine voice startled Duo from his musings. "Mind if I join you?" The lanky Father Maxwell climbed onto the roof and carefully sat next to the small boy. "I understand that you have your pride. I did too when I was your age. I just want you to know though, that things do get better. You just have to keep holding to that belief."
"No they don't Father! Shinigami is always looking for his next soul. How can I have positive thoughts when all I've ever seen has been death, destruction, and what you call sin?" Tears began stinging the tender insides of Duo's eyelids. "I just want everyone to be happy. Like we are here at the orphanage. Why though can't those kids at school be nice like we're tryin' to be?"
"Duo, those kids have only known luxury, they have a very hard time understanding your circumstances . . ."
"So what you're saying is that I'm special?" Duo huffed, rudely interrupting the Father.
"No. I am simply saying that their world is one different from yours. We all live in our own type of world. In theirs everyone has full stomachs all the time, they are clean and can afford enough water for both drinking and daily baths." The Father paused and glanced at the butterscotch brown head, buried in crossed arms over small legs. He smiled. A quiet calm came over him at that moment. He had been worried about the young boy for a long time, but this was the first time he had felt such a calm. Father Maxwell knew without a doubt the God was watching over the rambunctious youth. He quietly placed his hand on Duo's head and ruffled his hair. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
Duo sniffed and wiped his nose unceremoniously across his black sleeve. "You're sayin' that they don't understand me anymore than I understand them. The snob nosed jerks that they are."
"Duo!" The Father frowned at the boy, who instantly had a look of guilt sweep across his face.
"Sorry, Father. But I tried to be nice to them, but apparently they just don't know how to be nice to me. That's why I react the way I do. If they'd stop when I tell them to then I wouldn't have to beat them up." Duo stood and stared one last time up at the moon. "It's like a graveyard. Kinda symbolic about life on the colonies, huh?" With that, he quietly slipped back into the attic and walked over to his small cot. The north corner of the attic was usually the coldest, which was why Duo requested it. He knew that he wouldn't get sick, that had been proven to him when he was the only person who never contracted the plague which had killed Solo.
Duo took off his jacket and laid it across the foot of his cot. Something made him decide to say his prayers that night. He couldn't explain it, but he felt compelled to do so. After quietly praying for the safety of his 'family,' he crawled quietly into bed and cried himself to sleep.
The next day was a nightmare. Everything he held dear, stolen from him . . . he cursed at God and told him that he would never believe, but after doing so he fell to his knees and began to cry again over Sister Helen's limp body. "Why!?! We were happy. I was safe again. Am I cursed?" Duo sniffed and stopped crying. That had to be it. He was cursed, doomed to never know happiness or the safety of a family. In the distance Duo could hear children's voices. "Fine, if I'm cursed then I won't ever get close to another person. I'll put on a happy face and never ever let anyone see past it to me. That way I'll be safe and so will they." Duo hugged Sister Helen one last time, then stood. Withe one last look at the charred remains of the church, Duo Maxwell began his wonderings.
Okay, so I really do feel like I wrote this, and that I was going to use it somewhere; however, I never posted it that I know of so that's why I'm scratching my head over it.
Story: Gundam Wing Short
Characters: Duo Maxwell (young)
Rating: PG (mention of death and violence)
Duo sighed heavily. He hated his life, yet another kid had laughed in his face and called him smelly. Although it had been Duo laughing after he socked the preppie upstart in the nose. Duo then started to laugh, why did he let all that get to him? That was easy, it was because he desperately wanted someone to be his close friend - the way Solo had been. Duo returned to sighing.
As usual, Sister Helen was waiting for him, arms crossed and a stern look upon her face. Duo’s composure cracked at the sight of her. He knew what she would say and he feared disappointing her and Father Maxwell above everything. “Duo!” Sister Helen scolded, a pout pursing her rounded lips. “Why?”
“They deserved it! They called me a skunk!” Duo’s tiny fists were clenched at his sides and he stared at the ground; he refused to let even them see him cry.
“Duo, I know these kids can be mean, but can’t you get through at least one week without fighting them?” Sister Helen crouched down in front of him and tenderly stroked the hair from his eyes.
“I can try, but I won’t promise.” Duo sniffed loudly.
“Duo-”
Father Maxwell gently laid his hand on the sister’s shoulder and shook his head at her. “Let it go for now.”
Duo climbed the steep steps up to the attic which had been filled with cots for the children. He quietly opened the window and clambered onto the roof and sat with his legs pulled up to his chest, his head buried in his hands. Why did he have to endure this? Why couldn't the kids just leave him alone. He couldn't help the fact that water was a luxury and the orphanage could only afford one or two baths a week for the children.
Duo looked up at the moon. "It looks like I feel right now. Solo, where's your strength that you promised me? I can't get through this alone."
"Duo . . ." A soft masculine voice startled Duo from his musings. "Mind if I join you?" The lanky Father Maxwell climbed onto the roof and carefully sat next to the small boy. "I understand that you have your pride. I did too when I was your age. I just want you to know though, that things do get better. You just have to keep holding to that belief."
"No they don't Father! Shinigami is always looking for his next soul. How can I have positive thoughts when all I've ever seen has been death, destruction, and what you call sin?" Tears began stinging the tender insides of Duo's eyelids. "I just want everyone to be happy. Like we are here at the orphanage. Why though can't those kids at school be nice like we're tryin' to be?"
"Duo, those kids have only known luxury, they have a very hard time understanding your circumstances . . ."
"So what you're saying is that I'm special?" Duo huffed, rudely interrupting the Father.
"No. I am simply saying that their world is one different from yours. We all live in our own type of world. In theirs everyone has full stomachs all the time, they are clean and can afford enough water for both drinking and daily baths." The Father paused and glanced at the butterscotch brown head, buried in crossed arms over small legs. He smiled. A quiet calm came over him at that moment. He had been worried about the young boy for a long time, but this was the first time he had felt such a calm. Father Maxwell knew without a doubt the God was watching over the rambunctious youth. He quietly placed his hand on Duo's head and ruffled his hair. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
Duo sniffed and wiped his nose unceremoniously across his black sleeve. "You're sayin' that they don't understand me anymore than I understand them. The snob nosed jerks that they are."
"Duo!" The Father frowned at the boy, who instantly had a look of guilt sweep across his face.
"Sorry, Father. But I tried to be nice to them, but apparently they just don't know how to be nice to me. That's why I react the way I do. If they'd stop when I tell them to then I wouldn't have to beat them up." Duo stood and stared one last time up at the moon. "It's like a graveyard. Kinda symbolic about life on the colonies, huh?" With that, he quietly slipped back into the attic and walked over to his small cot. The north corner of the attic was usually the coldest, which was why Duo requested it. He knew that he wouldn't get sick, that had been proven to him when he was the only person who never contracted the plague which had killed Solo.
Duo took off his jacket and laid it across the foot of his cot. Something made him decide to say his prayers that night. He couldn't explain it, but he felt compelled to do so. After quietly praying for the safety of his 'family,' he crawled quietly into bed and cried himself to sleep.
The next day was a nightmare. Everything he held dear, stolen from him . . . he cursed at God and told him that he would never believe, but after doing so he fell to his knees and began to cry again over Sister Helen's limp body. "Why!?! We were happy. I was safe again. Am I cursed?" Duo sniffed and stopped crying. That had to be it. He was cursed, doomed to never know happiness or the safety of a family. In the distance Duo could hear children's voices. "Fine, if I'm cursed then I won't ever get close to another person. I'll put on a happy face and never ever let anyone see past it to me. That way I'll be safe and so will they." Duo hugged Sister Helen one last time, then stood. Withe one last look at the charred remains of the church, Duo Maxwell began his wonderings.
Okay, so I really do feel like I wrote this, and that I was going to use it somewhere; however, I never posted it that I know of so that's why I'm scratching my head over it.