Twin Horizons-Reality Ever After II
A Gundam Wing Fanfic: Duo and Wufei continuing story
By Carol Edwards aka Eternal Spark
Email: dreamerisle@hotmail.com
Warning: The following story contains yaoi (male/male
relationship), angst, sap, and rated NC17 for sexual content,
language and violence. You have been advised.
Disclaimer: Here we go again...you already know GW
characters don't belong to me but Dashea, Darien, Xi-Shin or
any characters not originally created by Amanda Marque do.
^^ okay...let's have some fun.
Chapter Three
The happy roar of tiny footsteps could only mean one
thing...children running wild at play. Cherub tops of ebony,
rust, auburn, gold, lavender and all the colors beheld to man
ran, chased, skipped and played within the huge multi-structure
called Godsent Orphanage. After a hard morning of books,
papers and overwhelming knowledge, school was over for
the day and now was the time for recreation. Some children
were in the library in awe, enjoying the adventures of the two
lost Americans and the mysteries of the town of Brigadoon
as Sister Margaret Agnes read to them. To think, a highland
community where a minister sacrificed his life to protect his
town from witches and warlocks and then to have his wish
granted under the wings of a young dragon in the form of
sleep? But not just any sleep...but a slumber for one hundred
years only to be awaken for one day!! The children couldn't
help it. They had heard the story multiple time but each time
just gain more children and more adventure. The aspect of
mysterious forbidden places from long ago wrapped in
fantasy, love and legends amused even the sisters as the
cunning nun dramatized while reading the legendary fantasy.
In another part of the school/church/home, Dance classes
were being held where inspiring little ballerinas and modern
dancers ranging from the age of six to thirteen showed their
stuff on a well-worn dance mat. Sister Mary Angeline tapped
her long oak stick, drumming the beat for the rhythm to follow
as tiny feet obeyed, pointing their toes in arches and angles,
while slim arms stretched above heads in silky movements.
Down in the lower levels of the church, personal computers
given to the school on grants were happily buzzing with the
soft touch of tiny fingers dancing along keys. There was
never a day the room was empty as children of all ages
logged on to the Internet, chatting with friends around the
sectors, or doing homework. It was here...Dashea' Maxwell
called her world. Unlike the children who surfed for silly
child-like things on the net like Cartoon Network or
Mamimedia, Dashea's mind was beyond her years. At eight,
a girl her age would be playing with dolls, giggling about the
silliness of boys who pulled their hair or teased them with
stupid names. But not Dashea...the little beauty wasn't
interested in things of that nature. Her fingers flew over
alphanumeric keys as she searched the net of signs for her
missing father, focusing on old news clippings, online
magazines...anything that might lead to her sire's whereabouts.
Through her many searches, she came up with nothing except
what fashion, pop and music magazines offered her about the
man know as Duo Maxwell. She found out he was an
ex-Gundam pilot and was one of the men who saved the
world so long ago. Yet the rest was blank...the singer's
past was as mysterious as the man who she thought was
her sire. She knew she and her brother resembled that man,
and her brother looked like a perfect copy. The video only
proved her findings. Both her and her twin's eyes were a little
lighter than Duo Maxwell but that hair!! The same shade of
chestnut brown with golden highlights just like the American
singer had. Their mother always told them they were the
splitting images of their father yet never showed a picture to
prove of his existence. She sighed as she stopped typing. Oh
to see him in person! Duo Maxwell was their favorite singer!!
They could sit there, just her and her brother, in front of that run
down television and VCR and absorb his words like water.
Sigh...The life of the rock star must be exciting. Adoring fans
writing you massive fanmail, and constantly dying for your
attention. Yet Dashea didn't care about adoration or even
the glimmer of the spotlight. She wanted her daddy. To have
a home and feel warm arms around you, holding you close
saying your name multiple times a day. Feeling him tucking
a warm comforter under your chin, reading a bedtime story
and brushing your tousled hair as he watches you sleep at
night. To have said man nudging you up awake for school
as he fixes your breakfast just the way you like it. Dashea
didn't realize her eyes were watering and a tear fell from her
eye, which she quickly wiped away. This was the dream of
many of the children at the orphanage, foundlings separated
from families before they could talk. Some had been there so
long, it was the only home they had and many had left after the
age of 18, went to college on scholarships, only to return to
take on administrative roles. It was their way of giving back
to the only people who cared.
Dashea smiled knowing that wouldn't happen to her as she
logged off the computer, pushing herself away from the
terminal and rose to find her brother. She was the type to
always have a smile on her face...The eternal optimist. If she
didn't have a smile...something was wrong. She tousled some
hair from the some of the younger children as she walked
passed them on her way upstairs to the recreation room.
It didn't take her long to find Darien as she opened the door
on the main floor and what she saw made her amethyst eyes
turn black before they returned to their usual color. Before her,
four boys were pushing at her brother, poking him in the
head trying to make him talk.
"Look at the weirdo!!"
"Giggle! Weird kid! We wanna hear you talk!!"
"HEY!!"
One of the boys, a scruffy looking kid around eleven with
dark matted brown hair and slatted cat-like eyes turned
towards her. "Look, guys! Darien's babysitter is here to
protect him."
Some of the children who were in the room watched the
scene, while others who were afraid to interfere just
listened. The remainder of the group that didn't care
about the situation at all continued to watch their
favorite cartoons on the televsion.
"Leave him alone, Razor." Dashea yelled.
The older boy sneered, pushing his chest out as he glanced
back at his comrades. The boys took the hint and held
Darien at bay while their leader spoke to the violet-eyed
girl. "And if I don't?"
Dashea smiled. The one thing she learned while being at
the orphanage was to never let your guard down. Even
with the sisters' ever-watchful eyes, it was always the
silent code of the orphanage: Survival of the fittest.
Bullies preying on weaker children and no sooner than the
bullies are reprimanded, they continued their harassment
all over again. Everyone knew Dashea and her brother
were unusual and always the butt of jokes because of
their closeness but she didn't care. Her brother was her
only family...only known family with the exception of a
missing father they were trying to find. All she wanted to
do was protect her elder twin before he "woke up." So
she stood defiant, with the sweetest smile on her cherub
face. "You really don't want me to answer that question."
Razor blinked. He wasn't too thrilled at this young girl's
reactions, neither of her sarcasm. From the various rumors
floating around, he heard about her and her brother. He
couldn't believe it. It had to be a lie about them beating up
older kids. It had to be something in the food. He sneered,
laughing at the little girl before him before he slowly
started to approach.
Dashea, still smiling and dimples showing, watched as
the other overweight youth sluggishly approached, walking
towards her like a tiger about to pounce on a defenseless
mouse. She knew the thoughts running through his small
mind but she would show him. She already knew his
type...the type that assumed because he was bigger
and stronger than everyone that everyone had to be
afraid of him and run away crying like a baby. But that's
what she wanted him to think. She would show him...like
she showed the others who bothered her and her sibling.
Don't let her happy go lucky attitude and her unusual amethyst
eyes fool you. That was only the illusion to hide the deeper
pain held within her small heart...a heart yearning so much for
love before her innocence was stolen from her. Everyone
needed an outlet else they would go insane. For you see the
only one close to her and Darien was Sister Mary Irene. Sure
the twins were friends with most of the sisters but Sister Mary
Irene was like so much like the mother they lost. Whenever they
had a problem they could always come to her about anything.
Even when they would wake up in a cold sweat from the
ongoing nightmares of their mother's death, the young sister
seemed already by their side, brushing their brows with a cool
cloth and soothing words...brushing the demons away until
they succumbed to the sandman's enchanted spell peacefully.
They truly loved that particular sister, trusting her with their
secrets and reassured Sister Mary Irene that after the last
incident they would try to stay out of trouble. She frowned
thinking she would have to break her promise to protect her
brother. She waited until Razor was standing directly in front
of her, barely inches from her face blowing his hot stinking
breath making her want to puke.
"Okay pipsqueak..." Razor bellowed, blowing his hot nasty
breath towards her. Breath that had not seen mouthwash or
the evidence of a toothbrush in three days!
"What are you gonna do?!"
Dashea thought a moment before she answered glancing at
her brother only for a sec as she saw him nod in
understanding. Then she looked at the beast before her.
"I don't know...maybe I want to dance." She giggled and
did a perfect pirouette, whipping her long braid about...
slapping the unaware boy in the face. "OOPS! Sorry about
that!" she replied sticking her tongue out cutely.
Razor held his face, totally shocked and pissed at the same
time. She hit him! With her hair!! That little bitch!!! "You did
that on purpose!!!"
Dashea whined, pouting and feeling slightly perturbed. "I did
not! I'm really upset that you think me...a simple innocent girl
would try to do something like that and injury you on purpose!!"
"You're playing games with me!!!" His anger flaring by the
minutes!!!
"I am not!" Dashea replied, secretly preparing to do some
damage to his face. "You're the one threatening me and got
your goons holding my brother." She shook her head, never
taking her eyes off her intended victim. "Look...if you're
gonna hit me...you might as well do it." And she stood there,
arms crossed over her small chest waiting.
Razor grunted and put up his fist, poised to deck her. The
other children were now paying attention. It wasn't everyday
they saw Razor fight. He swung his fist in her direction...
he missed. He swung again...and his fist just flew right by her...
again! He did this again and again and his punches zipped by
her like water and oil! No matter how hard he tried his punches
flew right by her.
Darien just sighed, watching the fight...or dance if he might
say. It wasn't the fact that the goon's punches weren't penetrating.
It was the simple fact...his sister was much faster that the
overweight jerk. He sighed, looking at the goons holding him.
It was time to take matters into his own hands. Using the yells
of the other children as a cover, he looked at the unsuspecting
boys holding him only by his sleeves of his shirt and with the
grace of a dancer, he pushed against them, using the force to
somersault over them until he was standing behind them.
Both boys just stood shaking, trying to grab him but Darien
was too quick as he head-butted them from behind, knocking
them unconscious.
Razor didn't even get a chance to turn when one of Dashea's
punches collided with his chin, sending him flying in the air
and sprawl across the floor.
"DASHEA! DARIEN!"
"Uh oh!!"
Sister Mary Irene had just entered the room to get the twins
when she hear the children yelling and screaming. The moment
she entered, children were running everywhere as the highly
upset nun approached the center of the confusion, standing
before the twins.
Dashea balled her fist in anger, feeling totally embarrassed
not just from getting caught but by the disappointment showing
in the nun's pale blue eyes. "Razor started it!!! I didn't
do a thing!"
The nun turned to the little girl's twin, seeing the ruffled hair
and the small bruise developing on his left cheek. Mary Irene
sighed. What was she gonna do with these two. She knew she
had no choice...it was time for them to visit the guidance
counselor...again. She also knew since Dylan got that promotion
they would have a fit. She had only met the new counselor only
twice since he was going to school part-time for his PHD and
working in the afternoon there at the orphanage.
"Come on, you two."
"Ahn man!" They already knew by her look where they were
going and they didn't like it one bit. They had heard about the
new guidance counselor. Some of the younger girls adored
him talking about him being so cute while the guys were scared
of him and they didn't know why. They wouldn't like him...
they hated new people trying to get in their business. Sulking
the entire way, they followed the sister to the third floor where
the administration of the orphanage was. They waved as they
passed by since everyone knew them on a first name basis.
Hey! If you've been up there as much as they did, people
would know you too. They stopped outside the cedar
wood looking at the engraved words on the door.
"Go!" The sister pointed for emphasis.
Dashea cringed and grabbed the knob turning it just as a
platinum-haired man hung up the phone. She stared in
shock as she came face to face with the most handsome
man that she had seen him her young life. The man looked
regal sitting behind his desk with that long platinum gold
hair pulled into a ponytail behind his back and piercing blue
eyes. And to think, she thought that Dylan was pretty...she
found herself blushing in spite of herself. She didn't even
hear him call her name until Darien poked her nor when
Sister Mary Irene entered behind her.
"These are the two I was talking to you about, Mr. Marquise."
"Yes...I see. Hello children...We have a lot of talking to do."
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Thank god!!! Another chapter done!! Giggle Wasn't expect Zech
huh...it only gets better!! Ja!!! Til next time....Sparky out
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