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Kekka and all original characters and plot 

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SHIN KIDOU SENKI GUNDAM WING 

SAINAN NO KEKKA 

MEMORANDUM FOR RECORD 

LAKE VICTORIA MILITARY ACADEMY 

SUBJECT: Wing Commander Private Log, 

AC 188-189 Semester, Cadet Colonel 

Lucrezia Noin 

PAGE 6 





She never thought the day would come, but 

that morning as Noin laid out her formal 

military dress, ironing out the creases in her 

dress shirt and straightening the skirt, the 

weight of the afternoon's events hit her. 



Graduation. 



Hanging up the finished uniform in her closet, 

she sat down on the bed, pulling on her socks 

and boots, looking out the window at the 

sunny landscape of the campus. She'd stay 

here for another month or so before they sent 

her off on her first assignment, but even now 

the school that had been her home for four 

years was looking foreign, the territory of 

aliens. Not her. She was no longer part of 

what happened here. 



Sighing, she flopped down on the bed, staring 

at the speckled ceiling. Wishing Zechs would 

call. 



She hadn't really seen him since their night 

meeting a month ago, both of them busy with 

final examinations and last minute change of 

command plans, graduation supervising and 

just general busy work. The times she did see 

him were in staff meetings, formal things in 

which he was her executive officer and she 

was the wing commander, with no time to just 

be friends. Or whatever they were to each 

other now. She wasn't sure. 



She missed him. 



The comm screen beeped. 



She heaved another sigh, scooted out of the 

nest of warm covers and scrambled across the 

room to the desk where the comm was 

located. 



MERQUISE, ZECHS, the identification tag 

read. For some reason, her heart leaped as 

she keyed in the entry code to answer. 



"Noin?" The screen blinked on, a little fuzzily. 

He was dressed in plain civilian clothes, a t-

shirt with the Academy logo on it and athletic 

shorts. The mask was back on. 



"Hi Zechs," she said, suddenly feeling self-

conscious about her mussed hair and sleep-

ringed eyes. "Did you need something?" 



"Not really," he said. For a second he looked 

impish, if that was what it could be called 

under the mask, then he leaned forward. "Do 

you want to go for a flyby?" 



She blinked. Looked at the clock. "It's eight in 

the morning, Zechs. Are you nuts?" 



"Maybe. Come on. The techs will let us in. 

We'll return the mobile suits when we're done 

with them." 



She sighed, but couldn't help smiling. "You're 

such a rebel, Zechs. We're not supposed to be 

taking the mobile suits out before 1000 hours." 



"But you're the wing commander." 



"Doesn't mean I can bend the rules!" 



"Geez, Noin, that's not a concrete rule. And 

besides, you can do it for me, can't you?" His 

voice took on a pleading note. 



Seeing any Zechs besides the serious, 

focused one she was so used to from the 

endless round of cadet activities always took 

her by surprise, and he knew it. "Come on," he 

urged. "You know you want to. It will be fun." 



"I don't know�"she hedged. 



"I'll meet you out on the flightline in half an 

hour," Zechs said in a deciding tone, smiling at 

her. "See you soon." 



Before she had a chance to say anything else, 

he closed the connection. 



"Idiot," she said to the blank screen. 



Half an hour later saw her outside one of the 

mobile suit hangars, tapping her foot 

impatiently waiting for him to show up. It was 

another ten minutes before he finally rounded 

the corner, zipping up the top layer of his flight 

suit. 



"You're late," she said accusingly. "I was going 

to leave." 



He simply smiled at her. "Shall we go?" 



She buckled herself into the seat of one of the 

Aries', watching him as his hatch closed and 

the mobile suit roared to life. She adjusted the 

frequency on the monitor to his, doing her pre-

flight checklist. Wondering what was up with 

him today. He was bound to be spontaneous 

at times, but never this spontaneous. 



"Alpha ten to control, request take-off 

clearance," he said over the comm. 



"Clearance granted." 



"Alpha eight to control," she reiterated, 

"request take-off clearance." 



"Clearance granted," the comm crackled 

again, and she roared across the lot after 

Zechs' suit, crossing the flight paths, heading 

out into the grassy fields where the upper-

class students practiced Tactics and Evasion. 



"Zechs, where are we going?" 



"Nowhere," he said, his face appearing on her 

comm. He was still smiling. "I just thought�it's 

our last day as students. We should do 

something unprecedented." 



She tried scowling at him, but his smile was so 

infectious it made her laugh. "I don't think I've 

ever seen you smile this much," she said. 



"Let's land here," he said suddenly, and with a 

shock she realized they were over her hill, 

above the tall tree. He fired his landing 

thrusters and she followed him, setting the suit 

down into the grass. 

The wind was high but the sun was bright, and 

it was still early enough in the morning that 

graduation preparations were only beginning. 

They stood together at the top of the hill, 

watching as the colored banners were erected 

over the parade ground. The wind blew the 

sounds of drumming towards them. 



"The band's practicing," Noin said. "We're 

going to have a real live band. We've only had 

recorded music before." 



"I like the recorded music better," Zechs said. 



She punched him lightly in the arm, and 

suddenly he reached up, took off his mask. 

His golden hair fluttered in the breeze. She 

caught a few strands between her fingers, 

brushed them against her cheek. He closed 

his eyes. 



"I'm going to miss you, Noin." 



"You already got your assignment?" 



"Treize wants me back at headquarters with 

him�he'll give me my assignment later, he 

said. I'll be leaving in a few days to head 

back." 



"Oh." She didn't know what else to say. "Good 

luck, I guess." 



"I don't want to leave." 



"I wish I had connections like you." 



He snorted. "Like the unclaimed prince of a 

kingdom that doesn't exist anymore? Be glad 

you don't, Noin. It's not worth it, in the long 

run." 



"You never know," she said softly, releasing 

his hair from her fingers. "But�I'll miss you 

too." 



For a moment he looked at her, and then he 

smiled again. "I'm glad I met you." 



"You're talking like we're never going to see 

each other again!" 



Zechs shrugged. "Who knows? I don't plan to 

be stationed anywhere normal in the near 

future. Perhaps in a few months�" 



"Zechs, don't talk that way. You-" 



"Here," he interrupted her, digging in his 

pocket and pulling out a package. Thrusting it 

at her with an awkward gesture so unlike 

himself. "I want you to have this." 



She took it, unwrapping the plain brown string 

and white paper that held it, pulled out a 

framed picture. His mask was on, but it was 

very Zechs, him staring proudly and fiercely 

out from the confining frame. 



"Zechs�" she managed, before he placed his 

hand on her shoulder. 



"I couldn't think of anything�for a graduation 

present�so I thought this would be nice." 



"It's�I don't know what to say," she said, 

looking up at him. "I didn't get you anything." 

He smiled. "That's ok. Just being here�with 

you�that's enough." 



She didn't say anything in return, watching the 

clouds move across the sky. The band 

practice grew louder until she could hear the 

actual parade music wafting across the 

grounds towards the hill, sifting between the 

branches of the tree. 



"We should get back," Noin finally said. 



"Yeah." He didn't move. "We should." 



She tugged at his sleeve and started towards 

her mobile suit, but he caught her arm. 



"Noin?" 



"Yes?" she said softly, staring down at the 

ground, towards the picture in the picture 

frame. 



"Promise me�you won't forget me." 



She turned to him, and suddenly it didn't 

matter anymore as she grabbed his hands. "I 

could never forget you, Zechs. No matter 

where we both go�I want to come back here. 

With you." 



He matched her shadow of a smile. "And go 

flying again?" 



She nodded, squeezing his hands. "And go 

flying. Just like we did today, just the two of us 

up in the sky. Except in real mobile 

suits�ours." 



"That sounds nice," he said wistfully. 



"We will," she said. "Don't forget that." 



Zechs' eyes were as blue as the sky as he 

smiled again, and for the first time she had 

known him, she saw that spark of life behind 

the smile, the first hint of true happiness. 



"Thank you, Noin." 



END COMMANDER'S LOG SERIES




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