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Warnings: angst, overall need for Prozac at the end of reading.
Written by: Jessi �Only Happy When It Rains� by: Garbage Disclaimer: I do not own any of the GW boys. I do not profess to own them. Do not sue me for copyright infringement as I recognize fully that they are the property of Sotsu/Sunrise and Bandai. Find a something a bit more important to flame,IT�S JUST A FANFIC!!! Trowa�s History: A Prologue (Music starts) Trowa is sitting in the Heavyarms cockpit, eyes closed, waiting.
I�m only happy when it rains A young man with dusty brown hair is walking toward a space hangar with a tool box. He has bruises on his arms and one on his face from the soldiers abuse from an hour before. He thought he was used to it by now, but he was not. This was his only escape. He walks in, walks over to an orange mobile suit, plugs into it, and begins typing to find areas where adjustments are needed. He hears two men arguing and stops.
You know I love it when the news is bad
� You can�t be serious?! Crash the colony into the earth and then move in with these mobile suits?! That�s insane!!� �You gotta problem with that old man?� �Where are you going?� �I�m gonna tell my father that there are traitors in our midst.� But the man, whom �no-name� came to know as Trowa Barton, didn�t have that chance. He didn�t even have the chance to yell as a gunshot went off and a bullet shot through his brain silencing him forever. �I�m sorry sir, but I have family on earth, I couldn�t let them�� No-name�s heart and body jumped and almost thrilled at the noise. Then fell. What if that wasn�t Trowa that fell? No-name peeked around the mobile suit to see. In doing that, he knocked a wrench onto the tarmac below. �Who�s there?!�
Pour your misery down
No-name stepped out of the shadows, arms raised showing that he had no weapons. �I have no name. You can try to kill me, but I just might retaliate.� He said, glaring.
I�m only happy when it rains
Another man raised the gun and took aim. �No! Stop!! It�s no use trying to hide the facts now.� �You give up too easily.� No-name said. �You can still cover it, or merely change it.� He suggested. The scientist mused over it and then eyed No-name suspiciously. �Wait, what�s in it for you?� he asked. No-name smirked. (Musical break)
I only smile in the dark
He showed off his bruised arms and moved his unibang aside to reveal the bruise on his face. �I want out. And I want his name.� He said gesturing to the corpse. The scientist smirked back. �Agreed. You are Trowa Barton from now on. Just don�t act like this one.� �I won�t.� �So, what will you do now?� the man with the scientist asked. Trowa smiled wickedly. �There�s something I�ve always wanted to do. Don�t worry, I�ll make it look convincing. Give me the gun.�
You�ll get the message by the time I�m through
The scientist and his assistant left. Trowa began to push the dead weight over to the catwalk�s edge. With one final push, the body fell to the tarmac below. Trowa smiled wickedly. Now for the big finish. He slid down the catwalk ladder and, as he walked over took off the gun�s safety and fired. He then put the gun in the dead man�s hand. A suicide. Or was it? Trowa laughed.
Pour your misery down
Soldiers ran toward the hangar at the sound of the shot. It would take then fifteen minutes to get there. Fifteen minutes was more than Trowa would need. He climbed the ladder swiftly, careful not to leave any blood stains. He cleaned the blood smears off the floor from pushing, then grabbed his lap top. He hacked into the ships main computer and scrambled up the past ten minutes so badly that it was impossible to fix. He put down the laptop and, again careful of the blood on his hands, slid down the ladder. He was in such a hurry that he hit is face on the way down but that didn�t matter. It would help. When on the floor, he ran over and took his place by the body, ready for the final act.
I�m only happy when it rains
�What happened?� the soldiers started to question him. �I-I was checking the suit for damage and Lieutenant Barton came in and he was talking to some one, I looked and it was three soldiers-� �Our soldiers?� �Yes and they got into an argument and then they shot him! He fell from up there!� he cried frantically pointing up to the catwalk. �I saw what they did and they threatened to rape me again if I said anything.� �We�ll kill you if you don�t, who did it!!!?� Then, three soldiers ran in late, but it was perfect timing for Trowa. �It was them!!! THEY KILLED LIEUTENANT BARTON!!!!� He cried. The soldiers instantly turned on their fellow three because it was no secret that they hated Lieutenant Barton. No-name must be right. They took them away to face their deaths. The scientist was the last one to leave the room. He smiled at Trowa. The boy had real promise.
Pour some misery down on me
Operation Meteor was gong to continue whether the Lieutenant was there or not. And that put Trowa in the driver�s seat. He was getting out and he was going to do what the scientist told him to do.
Pour some misery down on me The pod dropped through space and fell through the earth�s atmosphere, headed toward Port Dover in Canada.
Pour some misery down on me
There was absolute havoc at the base. A large orange gundam was blowing everything up with it�s machine gatling.
Pour some misery down on me
�This is battle 001, Pilot�s name: Trowa, for the record.� He said into the onboard computer microphone. He continued to blow up all mobile suits in sight following the orders he�d been given. Some enemy soldiers stood watching in awe. The gundam turned. �Those who have laid eyes on a gundam shall not live to tell about it.� He said to himself, and opened fire. Then as suddenly as it appeared, it left. Pour some misery down on me (repeated to fadeout) Trowa sat in the Heavyarms cockpit, eyes closed, waiting. |