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What a Lack of Orange Juice Can Do
I didn't know I could still write crap like this. This little ficlet is certainly not going anywhere near fanfiction.net. It has absolutely no sense, style, format, and whatevers. Gah. I'm just not thinking coherently today, that's all.
Title: Amethyst Eyes
Universe: Gundam Wing
Words: 1705
Rating: G
Summary: A dying mother on L2 hands over her newborn son with the most beautiful amethyst eyes to a street rat to ensure his survival.
He had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen.
But, of course, she wasn’t too surprised. Although her own eyes had been a dull brown and his father’s eyes a dark blue, the atmosphere and the absolute horridness of the polluted and dissolute place that they lived it would be enough to create anomalies in genetics. She was just thankful that with the drugs that flowed through her system and the abnormal way she had grown up, that her son didn’t have a third arm or something of that nature.
But even so, she thought resolutely as she fingered the damp fringe of the chestnut brown hair that covered her baby’s face, watching those amazing eyes blink at her tiredly. She was glad that he had such beautiful eyes. She knew she was going to die soon, knew that the bleeding would get to her before the night was over.
It was stupid of her to try and get to a local clinic when she began the first stage of her labor. But she had been so sure that she had time to get there, since her first pregnancy had a near ten hour period just for her first stage of labor, and at least four more hours for her second stage. She was so sure that this time, she would not lose a child due to inadequate care of doctors, and that she would finally get to be the mother she had wanted to be for so long.
“My sweet child…” she said softly as she lay in a puddle of her own bleed, smoothing back his dark curls and watching those unusual eyes take in the world, those beautifully large amethyst eyes so unique and intelligent for a newborn that it nearly scared her. His eyes weren’t the pale blue that should have been a normal baby’s, and she knew that the brilliant color would never change for him, would never diminish in its beauty and shine.
She had been attacked on her way to the clinic, perhaps because of the multiple layers of clothes she had been wearing to keep her baby warm. Those clothes spoke of money, even though they were barely more than rags- the worst that she could find in the household, knowing the sinners outside that waited for an opportunity to strike at someone with more fortune than them.
She knew, because she used to be one of them. That was before she had met her wonderful husband, who was struggling to save enough money to get his family off of his dreaded colony. He had been so enamored with her, despite all the shit that she was in, and had married her when she barely turned sixteen. It wasn’t unheard of to marry that young in L2, especially when she had first done it out of desperation to survive.
She had slowly fallen in love with him, and had wept rivers when she discovered their first child to be a stillborn. It was due to all the drugs that had floated around her bloodstream for years, all the plagues that she had gone through and survived; all the muck and the pollution that L2 was covered in.
Her husband had despaired, and threw himself into his work, promising to make enough money so that they could afford the expensive healthcare that was on the colony, so that she and the children they would have in their future would be able to live comfortably.
How delighted the both had them had been to find out that she was pregnant again… how scared they were that their child would never live to see the light of day.
She gasped as another wave of pain swept through her, concentrating on her lower abdomen and creeping up her body with cold fingers. Her child… there had to be a way that she could contact her husband so that he could save their child. She had given birth to him despite the injuries she obtained when the nearby gang attacked her. He was alive, breathing… and he was beautiful.
Such beautiful eyes. It almost made her revel at what mutations could be caused by the chemicals that were dumped on his colony. It was doubtless that he was perfectly healthy had the moment, as her husband had made sure of that with the best medicine money could buy.
The baby in her arms whimpered as she gritted her teeth against the pain of oncoming death, as if he knew that he would lose his mother within hours. The pain and torment would be slow, as the gang had made sure to keep her alive, not being heartless enough to kill a lady so pregnant with child. But they had not anticipated that she would give birth so soon, that she would lose that amount of blood given her injuries.
“Hush, child,” she whispered softly to him, humming a broken lullaby as she waited for someone… anyone… to pass by and find her. If they did, she would be able to plead with them to take her baby to his father, beg them for their help- try to tempt them with the idea of a reward. But no one passed by.
Her son had not cried out when he had been born, and for a few helpless minutes she had assumed that he was another stillborn. That she would never be the mother she wanted to be. She would never be able to provide her husband with a child of his flesh and blood. But then she saw those bright purple eyes, and she knew that she had given birth to a living, breathing being… a very special child.
“You’ll do amazing things when you grow up.” She told him in the strongest voice she could manage, shivering as she pulled the remains of her coat tighter around the newborn. “Call it a mother’s intuition… but I have a gut feeling you’ll change the world, little one.”
It was stupid. She blamed it on hallucinations and the panic she could feel in the pit of her stomach, but she could almost see her son’s future in the moments before her death. She what a beautiful young man he would become, with those amethyst eyes and the cocky grin she was so sure that he would inherit from his father.
But her son would die soon after her if he was not found. He would never be able to survive the harsh conditions of L2, especially with its dark characters and the help that was given to no one.
“E’s a sure cute one, a’rights.”
Her head snapped up from admiring her child to see a young boy emerge out of the shadows before her, dark hair mangled and in knots around his shoulders, his face a myriad of dirt and grime that told her of his status as an orphan and a street rat. She could see the big, dark eyes peer curiously at the pale baby in her arms, and those amethyst eyes staring back at the dirty child with equal curiosity.
“You…” her voice was cracked and hoarse from the screaming from pain of childbirth. She wanted to hold her child closer and more protectively seeing how the dirty orphan was coming up to her beautiful child, coming to inspect this baby that would be born into the more upper class of L2. “Who are you?”
The child finally focused his attention on her, and gave her a cocky grin that reminded her strangely of her husband. “Name’s Solo, ma’am. I’s be da one’ta carin’ for all da street chil’ren.”
He couldn’t be any older than eleven years old himself, but she had seen younger children thieving out in the streets.
But her son would be no ‘street child’.
“His father is still alive.” She informed him somewhat coldly. While she admired that he had taken an interest in her child, meaning that even if she died- her son would be cared for, even if by a street rat, she didn’t want to think of the possibility of her beautiful son out in the dangerous streets of L2.
Dark eyes glittered at her from under the ratty mane of hair. “You’s be wantin’ Solo ta take ‘im back’ta daddy.”
Yes. That was what she wanted, above all other things. It was her prayer that her child would live with his father.
“Ain’t no one gunna believe dat child belongs’ta ‘is daddy.” Those eyes were watching her closely for a reaction. “Those ‘re tha eyes of’a street child.”
She wanted to protest. Surely, there had to be other resemblances her baby had to his father. Those beautiful eyes that could not have come from either of them were a miracle, not to be confused with her child’s dying future. “His father… he’ll take him in, I know it. This is his son, and it doesn’t matter if these eyes are different from anything I had expected.”
Her words were incoherent. She couldn’t get what she meant out of her mouth, as the cold had already come to claim her tongue, as it had claimed everything beneath her waist already.
She saw the pity in the eyes of that street child, and could not do a thing as he gently took her son from her numb fingers. She wanted to protest more, wanted to tell him the address to take her child, wanted to plead with him to find her husband. But her voice was already gone, and her vision was dimming.
“Dun’cha worry, ma’am.” Solo was saying. “I’ll take good care’a ‘im.”
Please, she wanted to shout at the world. She knew that her son would be amazing when he grew up, knew that he would be able to turn the world as he wanted it to. But she couldn’t get that thought out. She wanted to scream loud enough so that her husband could hear her.
As she watched the dirty street child retreat once more into the shadows, this time with the child she would never hold again, she tried to sent a message to her husband in desperation, Please find our son with those beautiful eyes. Amethyst eyes.
I haven't written anything at all for Last Enchantment. ^^;; I know: bad me. But the next chapter will be up by Friday/Saturday come hell or high water. I guess I just needed a break from the story after a while, which is why I regressed into Gundam Wing again. I miss the good, sappy love stories. The HP fandom is certainly lacking a bit in that aspect at the moment. So I'm going back to G-Wing because that fandom has anything and everything known to fanfic universes (if you can name it, it's been done in G-Wing.)
Unless someone can name some really, really good true love stories that doesn't contain a ton of angst? A nice, sappy H/D story would certainly do the trick... I'm tired of reading stories where 'in the end, they never really loved each other at all' or some crap like that. It's really killing the romantic mood I had for Last Enchantment.
Title: Amethyst Eyes
Universe: Gundam Wing
Words: 1705
Rating: G
Summary: A dying mother on L2 hands over her newborn son with the most beautiful amethyst eyes to a street rat to ensure his survival.
He had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen.
But, of course, she wasn’t too surprised. Although her own eyes had been a dull brown and his father’s eyes a dark blue, the atmosphere and the absolute horridness of the polluted and dissolute place that they lived it would be enough to create anomalies in genetics. She was just thankful that with the drugs that flowed through her system and the abnormal way she had grown up, that her son didn’t have a third arm or something of that nature.
But even so, she thought resolutely as she fingered the damp fringe of the chestnut brown hair that covered her baby’s face, watching those amazing eyes blink at her tiredly. She was glad that he had such beautiful eyes. She knew she was going to die soon, knew that the bleeding would get to her before the night was over.
It was stupid of her to try and get to a local clinic when she began the first stage of her labor. But she had been so sure that she had time to get there, since her first pregnancy had a near ten hour period just for her first stage of labor, and at least four more hours for her second stage. She was so sure that this time, she would not lose a child due to inadequate care of doctors, and that she would finally get to be the mother she had wanted to be for so long.
“My sweet child…” she said softly as she lay in a puddle of her own bleed, smoothing back his dark curls and watching those unusual eyes take in the world, those beautifully large amethyst eyes so unique and intelligent for a newborn that it nearly scared her. His eyes weren’t the pale blue that should have been a normal baby’s, and she knew that the brilliant color would never change for him, would never diminish in its beauty and shine.
She had been attacked on her way to the clinic, perhaps because of the multiple layers of clothes she had been wearing to keep her baby warm. Those clothes spoke of money, even though they were barely more than rags- the worst that she could find in the household, knowing the sinners outside that waited for an opportunity to strike at someone with more fortune than them.
She knew, because she used to be one of them. That was before she had met her wonderful husband, who was struggling to save enough money to get his family off of his dreaded colony. He had been so enamored with her, despite all the shit that she was in, and had married her when she barely turned sixteen. It wasn’t unheard of to marry that young in L2, especially when she had first done it out of desperation to survive.
She had slowly fallen in love with him, and had wept rivers when she discovered their first child to be a stillborn. It was due to all the drugs that had floated around her bloodstream for years, all the plagues that she had gone through and survived; all the muck and the pollution that L2 was covered in.
Her husband had despaired, and threw himself into his work, promising to make enough money so that they could afford the expensive healthcare that was on the colony, so that she and the children they would have in their future would be able to live comfortably.
How delighted the both had them had been to find out that she was pregnant again… how scared they were that their child would never live to see the light of day.
She gasped as another wave of pain swept through her, concentrating on her lower abdomen and creeping up her body with cold fingers. Her child… there had to be a way that she could contact her husband so that he could save their child. She had given birth to him despite the injuries she obtained when the nearby gang attacked her. He was alive, breathing… and he was beautiful.
Such beautiful eyes. It almost made her revel at what mutations could be caused by the chemicals that were dumped on his colony. It was doubtless that he was perfectly healthy had the moment, as her husband had made sure of that with the best medicine money could buy.
The baby in her arms whimpered as she gritted her teeth against the pain of oncoming death, as if he knew that he would lose his mother within hours. The pain and torment would be slow, as the gang had made sure to keep her alive, not being heartless enough to kill a lady so pregnant with child. But they had not anticipated that she would give birth so soon, that she would lose that amount of blood given her injuries.
“Hush, child,” she whispered softly to him, humming a broken lullaby as she waited for someone… anyone… to pass by and find her. If they did, she would be able to plead with them to take her baby to his father, beg them for their help- try to tempt them with the idea of a reward. But no one passed by.
Her son had not cried out when he had been born, and for a few helpless minutes she had assumed that he was another stillborn. That she would never be the mother she wanted to be. She would never be able to provide her husband with a child of his flesh and blood. But then she saw those bright purple eyes, and she knew that she had given birth to a living, breathing being… a very special child.
“You’ll do amazing things when you grow up.” She told him in the strongest voice she could manage, shivering as she pulled the remains of her coat tighter around the newborn. “Call it a mother’s intuition… but I have a gut feeling you’ll change the world, little one.”
It was stupid. She blamed it on hallucinations and the panic she could feel in the pit of her stomach, but she could almost see her son’s future in the moments before her death. She what a beautiful young man he would become, with those amethyst eyes and the cocky grin she was so sure that he would inherit from his father.
But her son would die soon after her if he was not found. He would never be able to survive the harsh conditions of L2, especially with its dark characters and the help that was given to no one.
“E’s a sure cute one, a’rights.”
Her head snapped up from admiring her child to see a young boy emerge out of the shadows before her, dark hair mangled and in knots around his shoulders, his face a myriad of dirt and grime that told her of his status as an orphan and a street rat. She could see the big, dark eyes peer curiously at the pale baby in her arms, and those amethyst eyes staring back at the dirty child with equal curiosity.
“You…” her voice was cracked and hoarse from the screaming from pain of childbirth. She wanted to hold her child closer and more protectively seeing how the dirty orphan was coming up to her beautiful child, coming to inspect this baby that would be born into the more upper class of L2. “Who are you?”
The child finally focused his attention on her, and gave her a cocky grin that reminded her strangely of her husband. “Name’s Solo, ma’am. I’s be da one’ta carin’ for all da street chil’ren.”
He couldn’t be any older than eleven years old himself, but she had seen younger children thieving out in the streets.
But her son would be no ‘street child’.
“His father is still alive.” She informed him somewhat coldly. While she admired that he had taken an interest in her child, meaning that even if she died- her son would be cared for, even if by a street rat, she didn’t want to think of the possibility of her beautiful son out in the dangerous streets of L2.
Dark eyes glittered at her from under the ratty mane of hair. “You’s be wantin’ Solo ta take ‘im back’ta daddy.”
Yes. That was what she wanted, above all other things. It was her prayer that her child would live with his father.
“Ain’t no one gunna believe dat child belongs’ta ‘is daddy.” Those eyes were watching her closely for a reaction. “Those ‘re tha eyes of’a street child.”
She wanted to protest. Surely, there had to be other resemblances her baby had to his father. Those beautiful eyes that could not have come from either of them were a miracle, not to be confused with her child’s dying future. “His father… he’ll take him in, I know it. This is his son, and it doesn’t matter if these eyes are different from anything I had expected.”
Her words were incoherent. She couldn’t get what she meant out of her mouth, as the cold had already come to claim her tongue, as it had claimed everything beneath her waist already.
She saw the pity in the eyes of that street child, and could not do a thing as he gently took her son from her numb fingers. She wanted to protest more, wanted to tell him the address to take her child, wanted to plead with him to find her husband. But her voice was already gone, and her vision was dimming.
“Dun’cha worry, ma’am.” Solo was saying. “I’ll take good care’a ‘im.”
Please, she wanted to shout at the world. She knew that her son would be amazing when he grew up, knew that he would be able to turn the world as he wanted it to. But she couldn’t get that thought out. She wanted to scream loud enough so that her husband could hear her.
As she watched the dirty street child retreat once more into the shadows, this time with the child she would never hold again, she tried to sent a message to her husband in desperation, Please find our son with those beautiful eyes. Amethyst eyes.
I haven't written anything at all for Last Enchantment. ^^;; I know: bad me. But the next chapter will be up by Friday/Saturday come hell or high water. I guess I just needed a break from the story after a while, which is why I regressed into Gundam Wing again. I miss the good, sappy love stories. The HP fandom is certainly lacking a bit in that aspect at the moment. So I'm going back to G-Wing because that fandom has anything and everything known to fanfic universes (if you can name it, it's been done in G-Wing.)
Unless someone can name some really, really good true love stories that doesn't contain a ton of angst? A nice, sappy H/D story would certainly do the trick... I'm tired of reading stories where 'in the end, they never really loved each other at all' or some crap like that. It's really killing the romantic mood I had for Last Enchantment.
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