Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Life Is Pain ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: WufeiNeko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Occult / Fantasy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.30.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 254 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Occult / Fantasy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.30.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 254 | Status: Completed
Life Is Pain: Are Introductions Necessary?
Insert standard disclaimer here. I do not own them. I have nothing worth suing over. The only thing you'd be getting is one *really* stressed student.
1x2, 2+5, 3x4, (In their sweet dreams: 1xR, 2xH), DxR, Mention of 5xM (Meiran!), Yaoi, Yuri, AU, OOC, OC, the kitchen sink...^.~;
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Duo sat back in the window seat he had vacated earlier. *I never thought that Wufei could be so--so--*
"Feeling?" A light, sweet soprano voice cut through his thoughts.
"'Scuse me?" Duo asked, startled.
A petite redhead sat not two inches away from him. He hadn't even seen her sit down. "Wufei-kun. You never thought he could display so much emotion and still be controlled." She pointed at the carving still in Duo's hands. "Every system has a duality, of sorts. It just so happens that Wufei's the only one that is a duality unto himself."
Duo shook his head, trying to clear this illusion of a beautiful redhead sitting beside him from his head. "Who are you, anyway?" he asked, thinking that if this creature was a daydream, then it wouldn't answer.
"Someone who knows what it's like to be so conflicted." She smiled at him and patted his hand. "Think of me as a guide. One who just so happens to be here for two purposes."
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Relena sat back in her chair, trying to melt into it. "Stay the fuck away from me," she whispered.
The blonde looked at her like a cat would at a dying mouse. "Miss Peacecraft! Such language!" She said, shaking her finger at the seated woman. Then she laughed. "Who would have thought that just seeing one of us again would terrorize you so much?"
Relena shuddered with the memory of why this woman scared her so.
~~Flashback~~
"You're sure this will work, Dorothy?" Relena asked nervously, watching the pale blonde throw some ingredients into the cauldron.
"Miss Relena, of course it will work. Once I--I mean you--call them, they will be yours to command. Then, no obstacle will be able to stand between you and your goal." Dorothy's face was neutral and calm, as if this was an everyday occurrence, calling up spirits to kill a competitor.
As Dorothy started chanting the spell, Relena held her goal in mind. *I need five of the toughest spirits to rid me of my obstacle,* she thought, keeping the phrasing simple. *I need five women who can effectively help me gain my goal. Five who will be loyal only to me.*
A wind picked up around them, encasing the two women in a whirlwind.
Suddenly, Dorothy screamed the last phrase of the spell, and Relena could make out five pale forms--ghosts--that hovered before her.
"We are here to serve, Lady," one of them--one that looked like she had been Asian when she was alive--said solemnly.
Relena couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Good," she said, clasping her hands behind her. "I hold your soul's name--I hold you. You are mine until the end of time if I so desire." She whispered, the formal speech sounding odd.
One of the ghosts--not the one who had spoken before--nodded. "What is your will, Lady?"
*In life, that one must have been blonde,* Relena thought, absently comparing the ghost to her companion. "Kill the one called Duo Maxwell--Shinigami." She said, her voice cold with hate. "Make my true love, Heero Yuy love me."
Dorothy spoke a word in a language that Relena didn't know. The five ghosts suddenly flared brightly, then settled on the ground, human--rather--alive.
The blonde stood up, and brushed herself off. "We are ever yours to command," she said, her violet eyes dead with a lack of emotion.
The five disappeared from the room in a flash of light, leaving Dorothy alone with Relena. "So, miss Relena, what do you think?" she asked, her voice smooth and ubiquitous.
Relena shuddered and ran her hands over her arms. "I think that I'm about to be sick," she said, shortly before doubling over and retching.
Dorothy simply smiled. *Well, I guess that making her hold the rotting corpse was a bit much--but still, this should be interesting.*
~~End Flashback~~
Relena shuddered again, huddling against the chair. "Go away--you were supposed to have died when I ended the spell!"
The blonde smiled again, her mouth quirking up in a smirk. "You honestly believed that we'd simply 'go away' when you pointed at us and yelled 'go'?" she laughed and walked towards the chair, finally stopping to grip the armrests. "Pity you don't know half as much about sorcery than your friend did. Of course, you never *did* like getting your hands dirty, did you?"
Relena said nothing. *Maybe if I don't taunt her, she'll go away,* she thought, praying with all of her might.
The blonde simply looked at her. "Weakling. You don't even have the guts to tell me to leave." She snorted and shook her head. "Well, I'll go before you can cry at me." She glared at Relena one last time before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
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Quatre sighed as he stroked his violin. Trowa had said something about wanting some time to think, so he was left with nothing to do.
"Instead of moping, you really ought to be thankful that he's taking the time to think over what just happened instead of shutting it out," a rich voice said, startling Quatre.
"Who's there?" he asked, scanning the room with his mind as well as his eyes.
A tall, dark woman stepped out, bowing slightly to him. "I am." She said simply, not explaining much. "If I'm not much mistaken, you can tell that he's simply trying to figure out where he has seen the tanned blonde before. Not regretting being with you."
Quatre felt his jaw sag. "How did you--?"
She smiled, and sat down. "Very few people have gotten as close to your Trowa as you have. To my knowledge, there is only one other, and you seem to have encountered her already. Or at least, she seems to have encountered you." She laughed, a dark-chocolate flavored sound.
"Who are you?" Quatre finally managed to ask, once he felt that Trowa was all right. His blue-green eyes were wide with anxiety.
She smiled again and tapped her fingers on the table-top. She looked at him with golden eyes, not hazel, but literally golden. "I'm Akabri. Well, at least that's what I was told when I revived," she said, her voice twisting with a sarcastic note. Her voice suddenly took on a story-telling tone as she went on. "Trowa knows Sköll, the blonde that is tanner than natural. Heero has met Chen-xia, and I think Duo has just met Ierne."
Quatre felt the amount of trust this woman was placing in him, telling him their names. "It's been said," he whispered after a moment, "that to tell someone your soulname is handing them the key to controlling you."
She nodded, her ebony hair rising and falling with the movement. "Well, you know more than we had hoped, I see," she said, with a bit of mischief in her voice. "But, that's only if you're alive or in purgatory."
The hairs on the back of Quatre's neck started to rise. "You--you aren't--" he started to say as fear slowly crept over him.
Akabri only smiled. "Bingo."
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Sköll frowned as she looked at Trowa through the door. He had essentially barricaded himself in a small room, no bigger than a closet. :Damn. I thought that with his bond of animals, he'd've gone someplace open-not confine himself to this little hole,: she thought. :I must've scared him, then. Either that or he remembers me-which could be worse.:
Trowa felt someone watching him. The room was hardly large enough to have deep shadows, so he knew that whoever it was was standing outside. "You can go away. I don't need you."
Sköll frowned again and opened the door. "I beg to differ," she said flatly, kneeling beside him as he crouched on the floor. "You remember me, don't you?" she asked softly, not touching him, but close enough to.
Trowa nodded. "I saw you die." He replied, equally as flat. "I watched Relena stab you through the heart."
Sköll felt herself wince. "But, you don't know what I am--I don't precisely know what I am, even." She didn't want to admit that-it meant that someone else would know that she and her friends weren't precisely human.
Trowa looked at her through his fall of hair. "Then why aren't you dead?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly as he spoke.
Sköll sighed. :Damn but I want to tell him. No--I need to tell him. He saw Relena kill me. He needs to know.: "I died several years ago." She said after a moment.
Trowa nodded. "I know that much," he replied flatly.
She sighed. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" she asked, her voice hostile.
Trowa shook his head mutely.
"Damn you," she muttered, and entwined her tanned hands together. "Relena and her pet witch summoned and bound me. However, she wanted me--us, really--to kill Duo. Well, after meeting Duo, none of us could. So, we failed. And, as revenge, she tried to kill me. With a consecrated dagger, nonetheless. We-ell, the only thing she killed was the spell binding us to her." Sköll looked up and watched his face. "Do you understand?"
Trowa shook his head. "No, but I'm starting to."
Sköll sighed. "Well, at least that's a start."
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Part 3 is coming, honest! Um, I forgot to mention that this is waaaaay AU-sorcery and stuff like that exists here-as do vamps, wereanimals and the occasional spectre. ^.^;; Don't flame me! Thanks to the creator of Damned, Cursed, Loved-you gave me the idea! (Don't ask how or why.)
Insert standard disclaimer here. I do not own them. I have nothing worth suing over. The only thing you'd be getting is one *really* stressed student.
1x2, 2+5, 3x4, (In their sweet dreams: 1xR, 2xH), DxR, Mention of 5xM (Meiran!), Yaoi, Yuri, AU, OOC, OC, the kitchen sink...^.~;
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Duo sat back in the window seat he had vacated earlier. *I never thought that Wufei could be so--so--*
"Feeling?" A light, sweet soprano voice cut through his thoughts.
"'Scuse me?" Duo asked, startled.
A petite redhead sat not two inches away from him. He hadn't even seen her sit down. "Wufei-kun. You never thought he could display so much emotion and still be controlled." She pointed at the carving still in Duo's hands. "Every system has a duality, of sorts. It just so happens that Wufei's the only one that is a duality unto himself."
Duo shook his head, trying to clear this illusion of a beautiful redhead sitting beside him from his head. "Who are you, anyway?" he asked, thinking that if this creature was a daydream, then it wouldn't answer.
"Someone who knows what it's like to be so conflicted." She smiled at him and patted his hand. "Think of me as a guide. One who just so happens to be here for two purposes."
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Relena sat back in her chair, trying to melt into it. "Stay the fuck away from me," she whispered.
The blonde looked at her like a cat would at a dying mouse. "Miss Peacecraft! Such language!" She said, shaking her finger at the seated woman. Then she laughed. "Who would have thought that just seeing one of us again would terrorize you so much?"
Relena shuddered with the memory of why this woman scared her so.
~~Flashback~~
"You're sure this will work, Dorothy?" Relena asked nervously, watching the pale blonde throw some ingredients into the cauldron.
"Miss Relena, of course it will work. Once I--I mean you--call them, they will be yours to command. Then, no obstacle will be able to stand between you and your goal." Dorothy's face was neutral and calm, as if this was an everyday occurrence, calling up spirits to kill a competitor.
As Dorothy started chanting the spell, Relena held her goal in mind. *I need five of the toughest spirits to rid me of my obstacle,* she thought, keeping the phrasing simple. *I need five women who can effectively help me gain my goal. Five who will be loyal only to me.*
A wind picked up around them, encasing the two women in a whirlwind.
Suddenly, Dorothy screamed the last phrase of the spell, and Relena could make out five pale forms--ghosts--that hovered before her.
"We are here to serve, Lady," one of them--one that looked like she had been Asian when she was alive--said solemnly.
Relena couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Good," she said, clasping her hands behind her. "I hold your soul's name--I hold you. You are mine until the end of time if I so desire." She whispered, the formal speech sounding odd.
One of the ghosts--not the one who had spoken before--nodded. "What is your will, Lady?"
*In life, that one must have been blonde,* Relena thought, absently comparing the ghost to her companion. "Kill the one called Duo Maxwell--Shinigami." She said, her voice cold with hate. "Make my true love, Heero Yuy love me."
Dorothy spoke a word in a language that Relena didn't know. The five ghosts suddenly flared brightly, then settled on the ground, human--rather--alive.
The blonde stood up, and brushed herself off. "We are ever yours to command," she said, her violet eyes dead with a lack of emotion.
The five disappeared from the room in a flash of light, leaving Dorothy alone with Relena. "So, miss Relena, what do you think?" she asked, her voice smooth and ubiquitous.
Relena shuddered and ran her hands over her arms. "I think that I'm about to be sick," she said, shortly before doubling over and retching.
Dorothy simply smiled. *Well, I guess that making her hold the rotting corpse was a bit much--but still, this should be interesting.*
~~End Flashback~~
Relena shuddered again, huddling against the chair. "Go away--you were supposed to have died when I ended the spell!"
The blonde smiled again, her mouth quirking up in a smirk. "You honestly believed that we'd simply 'go away' when you pointed at us and yelled 'go'?" she laughed and walked towards the chair, finally stopping to grip the armrests. "Pity you don't know half as much about sorcery than your friend did. Of course, you never *did* like getting your hands dirty, did you?"
Relena said nothing. *Maybe if I don't taunt her, she'll go away,* she thought, praying with all of her might.
The blonde simply looked at her. "Weakling. You don't even have the guts to tell me to leave." She snorted and shook her head. "Well, I'll go before you can cry at me." She glared at Relena one last time before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
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Quatre sighed as he stroked his violin. Trowa had said something about wanting some time to think, so he was left with nothing to do.
"Instead of moping, you really ought to be thankful that he's taking the time to think over what just happened instead of shutting it out," a rich voice said, startling Quatre.
"Who's there?" he asked, scanning the room with his mind as well as his eyes.
A tall, dark woman stepped out, bowing slightly to him. "I am." She said simply, not explaining much. "If I'm not much mistaken, you can tell that he's simply trying to figure out where he has seen the tanned blonde before. Not regretting being with you."
Quatre felt his jaw sag. "How did you--?"
She smiled, and sat down. "Very few people have gotten as close to your Trowa as you have. To my knowledge, there is only one other, and you seem to have encountered her already. Or at least, she seems to have encountered you." She laughed, a dark-chocolate flavored sound.
"Who are you?" Quatre finally managed to ask, once he felt that Trowa was all right. His blue-green eyes were wide with anxiety.
She smiled again and tapped her fingers on the table-top. She looked at him with golden eyes, not hazel, but literally golden. "I'm Akabri. Well, at least that's what I was told when I revived," she said, her voice twisting with a sarcastic note. Her voice suddenly took on a story-telling tone as she went on. "Trowa knows Sköll, the blonde that is tanner than natural. Heero has met Chen-xia, and I think Duo has just met Ierne."
Quatre felt the amount of trust this woman was placing in him, telling him their names. "It's been said," he whispered after a moment, "that to tell someone your soulname is handing them the key to controlling you."
She nodded, her ebony hair rising and falling with the movement. "Well, you know more than we had hoped, I see," she said, with a bit of mischief in her voice. "But, that's only if you're alive or in purgatory."
The hairs on the back of Quatre's neck started to rise. "You--you aren't--" he started to say as fear slowly crept over him.
Akabri only smiled. "Bingo."
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Sköll frowned as she looked at Trowa through the door. He had essentially barricaded himself in a small room, no bigger than a closet. :Damn. I thought that with his bond of animals, he'd've gone someplace open-not confine himself to this little hole,: she thought. :I must've scared him, then. Either that or he remembers me-which could be worse.:
Trowa felt someone watching him. The room was hardly large enough to have deep shadows, so he knew that whoever it was was standing outside. "You can go away. I don't need you."
Sköll frowned again and opened the door. "I beg to differ," she said flatly, kneeling beside him as he crouched on the floor. "You remember me, don't you?" she asked softly, not touching him, but close enough to.
Trowa nodded. "I saw you die." He replied, equally as flat. "I watched Relena stab you through the heart."
Sköll felt herself wince. "But, you don't know what I am--I don't precisely know what I am, even." She didn't want to admit that-it meant that someone else would know that she and her friends weren't precisely human.
Trowa looked at her through his fall of hair. "Then why aren't you dead?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly as he spoke.
Sköll sighed. :Damn but I want to tell him. No--I need to tell him. He saw Relena kill me. He needs to know.: "I died several years ago." She said after a moment.
Trowa nodded. "I know that much," he replied flatly.
She sighed. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" she asked, her voice hostile.
Trowa shook his head mutely.
"Damn you," she muttered, and entwined her tanned hands together. "Relena and her pet witch summoned and bound me. However, she wanted me--us, really--to kill Duo. Well, after meeting Duo, none of us could. So, we failed. And, as revenge, she tried to kill me. With a consecrated dagger, nonetheless. We-ell, the only thing she killed was the spell binding us to her." Sköll looked up and watched his face. "Do you understand?"
Trowa shook his head. "No, but I'm starting to."
Sköll sighed. "Well, at least that's a start."
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Part 3 is coming, honest! Um, I forgot to mention that this is waaaaay AU-sorcery and stuff like that exists here-as do vamps, wereanimals and the occasional spectre. ^.^;; Don't flame me! Thanks to the creator of Damned, Cursed, Loved-you gave me the idea! (Don't ask how or why.)