Duo\'s Flowers
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Category:
Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
375
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Duo's Flowers
Duo Maxwell, Sister Helen, Gundam Wing itself, etc. don\'t belong to me and obviously belong to their rightful owners/creators. Just using them in my own plot. I wrote this during Creative Writing class one day at school while we were in the computer lab. I think I got yelled at, which made me kinda angry and then I wrote this. That\'s kinda how I got my ending. Uh, Comments/Suggestions/ Constructive Criticism/etc. welcomed, just be polite about it is all I ask. =3 So, onwards to the ficcie:
They say that springtime is the start of new life. A time of new beginnings, a chance for the world to start over. Growing up in a missionary, that’s all we were taught. When the Savior of the World gave his life in return for ours.
Sister Helen used to take us out for walks down in the colony park. She’d always point out the budding flowers as we went along, saying that each one was a tiny miracle. I remember seeing these two older kids angrily tearing away at the flowers while we were on one of our afternoon walks. I was upset and couldn’t understand why they would want to do that to the innocent little flowers. I tugged on Sister Helen’s skirt so that she would bend down to my level and I whispered to her, “Why are those boys picking the flowers? Don’t they belong to everyone?”
I saw her give me a brief smile and then she replied, “Duo, they’re jealous of the flowers. They don’t have anything as beautiful for themselves.”
I looked up at her with my eyebrow raised, questioning her response. “What do you mean?”
She smiled at me and saw that I didn’t fully understand. “What I mean Duo is that if they can’t have that pretty little flower for themselves, then they don’t want anyone else to have it.” Both my eyebrows shot up. I couldn’t believe how selfish those two older boys could be! “But don’t be angry at them, because they don’t know any better.”
“But…” I spluttered. How could I feel bad for someone who was taking away beauty?
“Come now, children. It’s time to go home.” Sister Helen gathered up the lot of us and started herding us back towards the church. She took my hand, gently urging me on my way. I followed her in step, but I looked back again to where the boys were. The torn flowers were strewn about on the pathway, being crushed by everyone who passed through. I sincerely felt bad for those flowers. They were only trying to bring beauty into the world, and these two insensitive pricks were killing them off.
Those bastards.
They say that springtime is the start of new life. A time of new beginnings, a chance for the world to start over. Growing up in a missionary, that’s all we were taught. When the Savior of the World gave his life in return for ours.
Sister Helen used to take us out for walks down in the colony park. She’d always point out the budding flowers as we went along, saying that each one was a tiny miracle. I remember seeing these two older kids angrily tearing away at the flowers while we were on one of our afternoon walks. I was upset and couldn’t understand why they would want to do that to the innocent little flowers. I tugged on Sister Helen’s skirt so that she would bend down to my level and I whispered to her, “Why are those boys picking the flowers? Don’t they belong to everyone?”
I saw her give me a brief smile and then she replied, “Duo, they’re jealous of the flowers. They don’t have anything as beautiful for themselves.”
I looked up at her with my eyebrow raised, questioning her response. “What do you mean?”
She smiled at me and saw that I didn’t fully understand. “What I mean Duo is that if they can’t have that pretty little flower for themselves, then they don’t want anyone else to have it.” Both my eyebrows shot up. I couldn’t believe how selfish those two older boys could be! “But don’t be angry at them, because they don’t know any better.”
“But…” I spluttered. How could I feel bad for someone who was taking away beauty?
“Come now, children. It’s time to go home.” Sister Helen gathered up the lot of us and started herding us back towards the church. She took my hand, gently urging me on my way. I followed her in step, but I looked back again to where the boys were. The torn flowers were strewn about on the pathway, being crushed by everyone who passed through. I sincerely felt bad for those flowers. They were only trying to bring beauty into the world, and these two insensitive pricks were killing them off.
Those bastards.