10-Oct-2001
Title: In the Pale Moonlight
Series: A Matter of Heart
Arc: Dance of the Heart #3
By: Andrea Readwolf
Email: <andrea_readwolf@hotmail.com> or <andrea_readwolf@hotmail.com>
Rating: YA/PG-17
Pairings (Eventually or Implied): 6+9, 6+13
Archive: This Series can be found at these wonderful sites-- GWAddiction, P-chan's Heaven, and Eos's GW Page.
Warnings: The following stories contain scenes that are humorous, sappy, angsty, slightly AU with Incoherence. Original Characters are presented IC according to the author's interpretation of them. YAOI hints. Major Angst
Songfic: "Wake Up" Alanis Morissette
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored. Constructive Criticism is... digestible. ^_~
Acknowledgements go out to four wonderful people who are doing a wonderful job keeping me on track: KwyckSylver for grammar and story beta-ing; Lilie the mouse and Alexia for hitting the storyboards with me and pounding out the knots; and Zan-who's never missed a serving. ^_~v Thanks, ladies!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and
Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical pieces, and/or other fanfictions don't belong to the author either. Original Characters, including but not limited too, the Behr Siblings are original and hence, the
author's own creation. See Preamble for details.
These fics and the ideas contained within are copyright of the author.
~You like snow but only if it's warm~
The toddler laughed, rushing out into the snow. "Pretty! Pretty!" she cried, waving her hands out wide and twirling in drifting snowflakes.
He laughed and chased after her. "Wait up, 'Lena!"
"I'm a snow angel!" she laughed at him."
~You like rain but only if it's dry~
"Come out of that rain this isn't! Look at you! You're a mess! What would your mother say if she saw-"
"Mother wouldn't care!" the boy cried. "Mother liked playing in the rain, too!"
~No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor~
His thumb brushed the velvety edges of the rose. 'So perfect,' he thought before his fist closed around the delicate bloom, crushing the petal. 'Even in death...' The red velvety petals slipped between his fingers and fell at his feet.
~No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for~
"Zechs, will you..."
"Of course..."
~'Cause it's easy not to~
~So much easier not to~
"Why the hell not?!"
"Because I said so, that's why!"
"Will you be *reasonable*?"
"*No*, I *won't*!"
~And what goes around never comes around to you~
"Why's he so special, huh?" He didn't answer. "Listen, Zechs, don't get too caught up in something you can't handle, alright? I mean, I might not always be there to cover your ass."
She turned to leave.
"Noin?"
She turned back.
"Thank you," he whispered. She smiled.
~You like pain but only if it doesn't hurt too much~
He screamed, his muscles flexing in agony, his arms and legs pulling at the shackles until the electro-rod was pulled back. His body slumped back against the chains.
~You sit... and you wait... to receive~
The nine-year-old sat under the tree, waiting, watching as the sun started to sink lower in the West.
"Sorry I'm late!" the dark haired girl panted, running up to him. "Here! This is for you!"
"What is it?" he asked, staring at the small box in her hand.
She giggles. "It's a present, silly! Open up and see!"
~There's an obvious attraction
To the path of least resistance in your life~
The circle of children laughed and shouted insults as they pushed the smaller boy around. He stumbled, they let him fall to the dirt, and then they kicked him for good measure, laughing as they turned away.
~There's an obvious aversion no amount of my insistence could make you try tonight~
"Zechs, *please*!"
"Noin, no."
"You'll never pass if you don't learn this!"
"Don't worry about me so much. You should worry about yourself; that's the only person you can ever count on in this world."
"Don't say that. Don't every say that. Not to me." She glared at him. "You can *always* count on me, Milliard Peacecraft."
"Don't call me that."
"Then don't give up on me."
"Who said anything about giving up? I'm just taking a break." He smiled at her.
~Cause it's easy not to~ ~So much easier not to~
"Pretty boy! Pretty boy!" they taunted, kicking him. Screaming and shouting over him as he tried to curl into a ball and protect his sensitive stomach, hands and arms thrown up over and around his head and skull.
~And what goes around never comes around to you ~
~To you to you to you to you to you... ~
"Are you going home for vacation?"
"No."
"Why not."
"...."
"Zechs... you're always welcome to come home with me, you know that right? I mean, Mom and Dad would love to have another kid in the house..."
"Thanks, Noin, but I think I'd rather just stay here..."
"Suit yourself, but if you change your mind, here's the address." She winked at him, slugging her backs over her shoulders and heading out the door.
~There's no love
He looked up, stunned that the older boy was standing so close to him. "My name is Treize Khushrenada," he heard him say before watching him bow. He looked on, stunned when the older boy took his hand and kissed it.
~ no money
Credits dropped onto the card table. "What are we playing for tonight, boys?"
"Losers have to play against you tomorrow in the games, Zechs!" The others all laughed. He smiled at them.
"I promise to go easy on you all," he said. They laughed harder.
~no thrill anymore~
Top Scores:
Piloting: Zechs Marquise
Armourments: Zechs Marquise
Dueling: Zechs Marquise
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~There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
~With his head in his hands~
He was trembling in the bushes, hiding his face in his knees, his arms and hands covering his head, as if that could prevent the fires engulfing his home from consuming him, too.
~There's an underestimated and impatient little girl
Raising her hand~
"Hell~o!" she cried sarcastically, waving her hand in front of his face. "Are you listening to me?"
He smiled, blinking out of his haze. "No," he grinned. "It's not like you say anything worth listening to anyway."
She humphfed and sat back against her seat.
~But it's easy not to~
~So much easier not to~
'Let her rule Sanq,' he thought. 'Her hands are less tarnished by blood. She's more worthy of ruling this peaceful nation than I.' He looked up at the painting on the wall, studying the feature of a face he'd almost completely forgotten in his years away. 'Father, forgive me.'
~And what goes around never comes around to you
To you, to you~
'Treize is dead... now it's my turn. To end it. To end it all. I'll be with you soon...'
He pushed Wing ZERO out of the way and punched the self-destruct on Epyon. 'How fitting, that I should use your gift, Trieze, to follow after you...'
~Get up get up get up off of it~
Crystaline blue eyes blink open.
A door swings open and bangs shut again.
~Get up get up get up off of it~
He sits up.
Curtains are pushed aside briskly.
~Get out get outta here enough already~
Crystaline blue eyes blink open.
Sunlight pours into a darkened room, chasing away the shadows.
~Get up get up get up off of it~
He sits up.
Windows are unlocked and pushed open, letting a soft breeze and the sound of chirping birds in.
~Wake up. ~
Milliard wakes up.
The End
Andrea Readwolf
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