Hey all! Here's the next fic! I decided not to do a sequal just now to "Relena's Secret". Maybe after this, because this fic is just screaming to be written. It is taking place right after the series ends. And its assuming that EW never took place. (And there was much rejoicing ::yay...::)
Title: Koshchei Chapter I
Author: Anika
Disclaimers: If I owned Gundam Wing, would I have to write fanfiction about it? That's what I thought...
"I will declare the manly deeds of Indra, the first he
acheived, the thunder-wielder.
"He slew the dragon, then disclosed the waters, and cleft the
channels of the mountain torrents."
"To Indra," III, Hyms from the Rigveda
Quinze sat back wearily in his escape shuttle, watching the demise of his entire plan fall around his ears. Libra had been destroyed, Millardo Peacecraft was presumed dead, and Dorothy Catalonia had gone completely and utterly mad. Sighing, the older man closed his eyes in exhastion. All his plans, ruined by those meddlesome Gundam Pilots! Quinze shiffted in his chair, but stopped short when he noticed the sharp pain in his side. Bringing his hand up to his face, he saw it covered with blood.
"Blood?" he mused, "How did that get there?" Upon further inspection, he realized that the blood was covering the entire right side of his uniform and making a rather large puddle ont he floor. Realizing that it was HIS blood that was seeping from his body, he hurridly pushed on a red button on the console. A face appeared on the vidlink, a dark face with black hair that framed cold black eyes.
"Mahavira," Quinze muttered, his vision becoming hazy. "Are you there?"
"Affirmative," a steely voice answered.
"Ah, Mahivira. My son," he rasped out. "I'm afraid that I will not be able to see our plan out to the end. It is your responsibility to ensure that 'Jihaad' is caried out."
The emotionless expression on the younger man's face wavered slightly at seeing his father in such distress. Neverthless, he had been ordered and he would carry out those orders.
"My only regret is that I will never see your sister again." The older man let out another pained sigh. "Tell her to be obiedent and respectful."
"I will, Father."
Looking through the vidlink, Mahavira could see his father slump in his seat, breathing his last. The younger man's eyes closed with grief and he turned away from the console, switching off the link.
"Your death will be avenged, Father," he whispered sinisterly. "I swear it."
~*~*~
"Oi, Heero!" Duo called over the noise in the shuttle port. "Did you give 'Jousan that bear yet?"
Heero grunted and brushed past the exuberant American, fixing his patented death glare on him.
"What, I was just wonderin'?" he muttered. Following the Japanese boy back to the hangar, Duo yelled over to him.
"So, what are you gonna do now? I mean, there's finally peace. The scientists are dead. You have no more missions. Now that you're free, I mean."
Looking out from under his bangs, Heero glared at the other boy. "Duo.'
He started. "What?"
"You talk to much."
Heero left the port, leaving Duo behind to his own transport back to L2.
"See you around, too, buddy." Duo whispered under his breath as he borded. He was deseratly wanting to see Hilde. She had called him upon her release from the hospital and was waiting for him at home. And he couldn't wait to see her again.
~*~*~
Quatre sat behind his desk, already bored out of his mind. Only sixteen and he had to do all this paperwork. Sighing, he fell a state of pity for himself. It wasn't fair! he thought. Slamming his hand down on the rich mahogany wood, he made his decision. Striding out of his office, he told his secretary that he was taking an early lunch.
~*~*~
"Woman, get out of the way! I can't see a thing!"
"That's because I have the night-vision binoculars, and you have only your eyes."
"Well, then give those to me! I should be the one who is heading this stake out! Not some weak woman!"
"Well, this 'weak woman' is your partner, and, I might mention two ranks higher than you. So as your superior officer, I order you to sit there and be quiet."
"Injustice!"
~*~*~
Trowa bowed deeply before the crowed, a lion on one side of him and his sister Catherine on the other. He had just performed one of his favorite acts. With a satisfied feeling, Trowa proceeded backstage towards his trailer. As he shut the door behind him, he took his half mask off, but his hair still obscured his face. He looked around the dimly-lit trailer because of the uneasy feeling he was getting in his gut.
"Trowa Barton."
At the sound of his name, he whirled around, only to see a dark figure sitting at his kitchen table.
"Who are you?" Trowa asked cautiously.
The figure laughed. "I am the one who will take revenge for all the deaths that you and your comorades are responsible. I am pain. I am revenge. I am Koshchei."
As the shadow was saying all this, he rose and moved towards the unarmed pilot. Trowa threw a punch at the figure, but it was too fast. He felt a small prick on his arm and then his world was black.
End of Prolougue.
*You know, it was all I could do to add in there, "I am Batman". Heh heh....well, this was to explain what all the Gundam pilots were doing right after the war. It will get interesting, I swear!0
Title: Koshchei Chapter I
Author: Anika
Disclaimers: If I owned Gundam Wing, would I have to write fanfiction about it? That's what I thought...
"I will declare the manly deeds of Indra, the first he
acheived, the thunder-wielder.
"He slew the dragon, then disclosed the waters, and cleft the
channels of the mountain torrents."
"To Indra," III, Hyms from the Rigveda
Quinze sat back wearily in his escape shuttle, watching the demise of his entire plan fall around his ears. Libra had been destroyed, Millardo Peacecraft was presumed dead, and Dorothy Catalonia had gone completely and utterly mad. Sighing, the older man closed his eyes in exhastion. All his plans, ruined by those meddlesome Gundam Pilots! Quinze shiffted in his chair, but stopped short when he noticed the sharp pain in his side. Bringing his hand up to his face, he saw it covered with blood.
"Blood?" he mused, "How did that get there?" Upon further inspection, he realized that the blood was covering the entire right side of his uniform and making a rather large puddle ont he floor. Realizing that it was HIS blood that was seeping from his body, he hurridly pushed on a red button on the console. A face appeared on the vidlink, a dark face with black hair that framed cold black eyes.
"Mahavira," Quinze muttered, his vision becoming hazy. "Are you there?"
"Affirmative," a steely voice answered.
"Ah, Mahivira. My son," he rasped out. "I'm afraid that I will not be able to see our plan out to the end. It is your responsibility to ensure that 'Jihaad' is caried out."
The emotionless expression on the younger man's face wavered slightly at seeing his father in such distress. Neverthless, he had been ordered and he would carry out those orders.
"My only regret is that I will never see your sister again." The older man let out another pained sigh. "Tell her to be obiedent and respectful."
"I will, Father."
Looking through the vidlink, Mahavira could see his father slump in his seat, breathing his last. The younger man's eyes closed with grief and he turned away from the console, switching off the link.
"Your death will be avenged, Father," he whispered sinisterly. "I swear it."
~*~*~
"Oi, Heero!" Duo called over the noise in the shuttle port. "Did you give 'Jousan that bear yet?"
Heero grunted and brushed past the exuberant American, fixing his patented death glare on him.
"What, I was just wonderin'?" he muttered. Following the Japanese boy back to the hangar, Duo yelled over to him.
"So, what are you gonna do now? I mean, there's finally peace. The scientists are dead. You have no more missions. Now that you're free, I mean."
Looking out from under his bangs, Heero glared at the other boy. "Duo.'
He started. "What?"
"You talk to much."
Heero left the port, leaving Duo behind to his own transport back to L2.
"See you around, too, buddy." Duo whispered under his breath as he borded. He was deseratly wanting to see Hilde. She had called him upon her release from the hospital and was waiting for him at home. And he couldn't wait to see her again.
~*~*~
Quatre sat behind his desk, already bored out of his mind. Only sixteen and he had to do all this paperwork. Sighing, he fell a state of pity for himself. It wasn't fair! he thought. Slamming his hand down on the rich mahogany wood, he made his decision. Striding out of his office, he told his secretary that he was taking an early lunch.
~*~*~
"Woman, get out of the way! I can't see a thing!"
"That's because I have the night-vision binoculars, and you have only your eyes."
"Well, then give those to me! I should be the one who is heading this stake out! Not some weak woman!"
"Well, this 'weak woman' is your partner, and, I might mention two ranks higher than you. So as your superior officer, I order you to sit there and be quiet."
"Injustice!"
~*~*~
Trowa bowed deeply before the crowed, a lion on one side of him and his sister Catherine on the other. He had just performed one of his favorite acts. With a satisfied feeling, Trowa proceeded backstage towards his trailer. As he shut the door behind him, he took his half mask off, but his hair still obscured his face. He looked around the dimly-lit trailer because of the uneasy feeling he was getting in his gut.
"Trowa Barton."
At the sound of his name, he whirled around, only to see a dark figure sitting at his kitchen table.
"Who are you?" Trowa asked cautiously.
The figure laughed. "I am the one who will take revenge for all the deaths that you and your comorades are responsible. I am pain. I am revenge. I am Koshchei."
As the shadow was saying all this, he rose and moved towards the unarmed pilot. Trowa threw a punch at the figure, but it was too fast. He felt a small prick on his arm and then his world was black.
End of Prolougue.
*You know, it was all I could do to add in there, "I am Batman". Heh heh....well, this was to explain what all the Gundam pilots were doing right after the war. It will get interesting, I swear!0