So Much for Peace…
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. This is just a continuation fic. I'm only doing this for fun, no money involved, so don't bother trying to sue me, I lay no claims whatsoever. This is an adding new pilot thing, but none of them are modeled off of me, and I am going to be doing my best to make sure no one turns into a Mary Sue on me, or whatever the male version of a Mary Sue is. I hope you like the fic, and please review!
Quatre opened the door and felt his eyes widen when he found none other than Heero Yuy standing there. He had thrown a New Year's Eve party for himself and the other ex-gundam pilots, yes; however, since no one had heard as much as a rumor about Heero's whereabouts in the past year, he hadn't expected the pilot of Wing Zero to show up.
However, he quickly stepped to the side so that the man could come in. He supposed he should have expected Heero despite the lack of an invitation. He may have disappeared from the sight of the world, but he certainly would have kept an eye on his old acquaintances. And the man was a hacker after all; Quatre wouldn't doubt that Heero knew everything stored in any of his computers if the man made the claim, not for a moment. Quatre wouldn't doubt it if Heero had been through the blueprints of this mansion and could navigate the halls as easily as him.
Heero silently walked into the next room and the doorbell rang again, the pizza man this time. As he paid the bill, Quatre thought over what had happened over the past year.
Relena's dream of total pacifism seemed to have been realized. The Winner Corporation was thriving in the peaceful environment, which meant all the more work for Quatre and his sisters. Quatre really didn't mind though. The job wasn't all paperwork, and his sisters helped with that. He had started some good charities that he busied himself with whenever he got sick of the everyday problems of his job as the head of the Winner Corporation. He felt like he didn't talk with the other ex-pilots enough, since they had all gone their separate ways.
Trowa had stayed with the circus and still traveled with them. He had already gotten here and was in the room Heero had gone into, along with Duo. Duo was working in a partnership with Hilde Schbeiker in a junkyard in the L2 colony cluster. Wufei had politely declined his invitation to the party, saying that he was in martial arts tournament that was traveling between the colonies. It was just sport now, and no weapons were ever used. There weren't any actual weapons left anymore.
Well, any weapons except the gundams anyway. Though Relena and the rest of the public had been told that the gundams had been destroyed, along with enough proof of their destruction to satisfy most people. In truth though, they were in storage. Peace had proven to be a very delicate thing, the first year or so after it was accomplished. So they had kept the gundams in storage and ready, should someone threaten the new peace like Marimaia and Duke Dermail had last Christmas.
But it had been a year now, and there had been no evidence of someone going against Relena's ideals. Quatre had invited all of the pilots here for a party because he wanted to see them again, yes; but he also wanted to talk about the gundams. After a year of peace, surely it was a sure thing that there would never be need for those machines of war, right? It seemed as though Relena had been right when she said everyone wanted a world of total pacifism now. And, since that world had been made a reality, they should follow through with the act that they had made the Earth and colonies believe they had done last new years: they should destroy the gundams now, once and for all.
He chuckled a little as he heard Duo exclaiming, "And the Perfect Soldier strikes again!" Balancing the five pizza boxes on his shoulder, he walked into the next room. Someone might say he had over-ordered, but that someone didn't know how much seventeen-year-old boys ate, especially ones that probably still had a few inches of growth left. It was bound to be an interesting evening.
***
The pizza delivery girl smiled with delight as she walked down the drive, back to her car. She hit the indigo on her watch, which read a countdown from ten. She stepped into her car and started up the engine. Once she was out of the courtyard she pulled out a cell phone and hit the redial.
"It's done," she said when a woman's voice answered the phone. "The bomb goes off in…" She looked at her watch again. "…eleven minutes. What's the news on Chang?"
"Everything's going according to plan, Colonel," replied the girl easily. "But really, why you should want to do such a job when one of us could-"
"Call it a personal score, Captain," replied the 'pizza girl'. "I wanted to see the pilots myself before they're blown to pieces. I only saw one of them, but that's satisfactory enough. I'm amazed a butler didn't just answer."
"Quatre always liked to do things himself," murmured the girl.
The Colonel's eyes snapped together. "Do you regret the betrayal of your brother, Mia?"
"No, Ma'am," assured Mia quickly. "I believe in my cause, and my family is nothing but a brick to drag me down. Nothing but a few memories of his childhood resurfacing."
"Good. See that nothing goes wrong with Chang."
"Yes Ma'am. Everything's been going smoothly."
"Be sure it stays that way. And…" She hesitated. "I want you to have a swat team ready to move in on the Winner mansion. Just incase something goes wrong. I don't want them to survive the night. They've proven unstoppable in the past, and we want nothing to stand in our way. Nothing, do you hear me? The commander assigned me to dispose of these young men, and if it isn't done properly he'll have our hides."
"Understood Ma'am. I'll have the swat team ready."
"Good. I'll be back at the base in under twenty minutes. Out." And with that she hung up.
***
Wufei's breath came to him in gasps as he stood with his head between his legs. That last fight had been harder than he had expected, but he had still come out on top in the end. He had a ten minute break before the next fight, though he would get an hour-long break after that one. After that he would be one step away from the championship.
He looked over at his opponent, who didn't look at all exhausted. He was a big man, a body-builder. Wufei smirked a little. The bigger they are, he thought to himself, the harder they fall. He sat down and bowed his head slightly in reverence. Nataku, lend me your strength.
It was a kind of mantra he had gotten into the habit of before he went into a fight. If his dead wife heard his thoughts, he knew that she would probably scorn him, but playfully. Meilan had always been strong, overly so for a woman in his opinion, but she hadn't always been mad at him. Now and then she had enjoyed a game of teasing him until he simply lost his temper and stalked off with a book. She had had a playful side, mixed perfect and inexorably with her great honor, commitment, and, of all things, her strength. Always her strength. And though she might have scorned him if she ever heard those silent prayers, she probably would have lent him the needed strength all the same.
He meditated a few minutes, to calm himself before the match. He had long ago learned that if he went into a fight in a rage right from the start, he would probably only make a fool out of himself as he lost. If he lost his temper once he was fully into a battle his anger usually aided him, but he fought his best if he was completely calm before he began.
Besides, he had no reason to be upset with this man. He had done Wufei no wrong, and to have gotten this far in the tournament it was a sure thing that he wasn't a weakling. But just the same, something about him made Wufei's hackles rise. It made no sense, none at all, but some sort of animal instinct was telling him to strike hard and win quickly.
They both stepped into the ring and bowed formally. When the referee called for them to begin, the Chinese man didn't hesitate a moment, which caught the man off guard. Normally there was a few seconds after the call before anyone launched any actual attacks. Wufei launched himself up and kicked straight into his gut with the heel of his foot. When the man grunted from the impact, he landed and slammed the side of his fist into the guy's cheek, hard enough to knock his head to the side.
The man stumbled and Wufei jumped up and hooked one knee around the back of his opponent's neck. He was about to jab him in the soft spot between the two parts of his collar bone when he felt the cold, metal barrel right below his sternum and froze.
"Wanted to try killing you fair and square, buddy," the man muttered. "But you're too good for me, I can tell. And I've got my orders."
Before he could pull the trigger, however, Wufei slooped around so that his knee was strangling his attempted killed and kicked him hard in the small of the back. The crowd screamed at the sight of the gun and the giant crashed to the ground, nose-diving into the floor. A moment later Wufei broke his neck and dashed off the stage. He ran for the shadows first, then into the street to his motorcycle.
Orders, he said he had orders, he thought frantically as he headed to Preventor HQ, which was only a few miles away. Sally was on duty tonight. She could help him figure out who had given the man he had just killed his orders, and if he had any comrades.
I should call the others as well, he decided as he parked his bike and ran into headquarters. If someone was sent to kill me, it might be that they're trying to kill off the ex-gundam pilots. I just hope it isn't too late.
***
"Alright, pizza!" cheered Duo as Quatre came into the room. Before the blonde could do anything the brunette had snatched the pies off of his shoulder, set them down on the coffee table, and opened up the top box. Cheese. He detached half of the pie from the rest of it and sat down in an armchair, sinking his teeth into his foot without even bothering to take the pieces apart. Heero and Trowa both leaned forward and took two pieces each.
Quatre took the last two pieces and put the empty box at the bottom of the pile. Then he sat down and brought up the subject he had wanted to talk to them all about, namely, the gundams. He was glad when everyone full-heartedly agreed that the time of trouble had gone by and that the suits should be destroyed. Then they sat and talked about life in general for a few minutes, working their way through the second pizza all too quickly. Well, Duo and Quatre talked; Trowa and Heero just sat there and ate, putting in a comment here and there.
When the phone rang Quatre was almost reluctant to answer it. But he did anyway, in the next room. To his utter surprise it was Wufei.
"Hey, Wufei," he greeted. "What's going on?"
"Someone just tried to kill me," said the Chinese teen tersely.
"Well, that happens from time to time when you're in a martial arts tournament."
"No, you don't understand," said Wufei, his eyes dead serious. "He pulled a gun on me in the middle of the fight. A gun. Then he said he was following orders."
Quatre blinked a few times in shock. "Uh, that's bad."
"No shit."
"I think someone might be trying to kill off us old gundam pilots," admitted Wufei. "Do you know where Heero is?"
"Uh, yeah, he's eating pizza in the next room. Just showed up at the door."
"So you're all there?"
"Yep."
"Alright, call me back if there's any troub-"
"Uh, Quatre?" called Duo's voice shakily. "I think we uh… I think we have a problem!" His voice escalated into yell, going so high it threatened to crack. "I think we have a really BIG problem!"
Quatre ran into the next room, the cordless phone in his hand. Since he left the room with the camera Wufei couldn't see him, and he was somewhat grateful for that when he saw Duo's big problem. Smack in the middle of the third pizza was a small with a little LED readout that currently read, "00:17" and counting down.
"Oh shit," whispered the head of the Winner Corporation, completely forgetting that the phone was still held up to her ear. We are totally screwed."
"What's going on?" demanded Wufei.
"Screwed?!" screamed Duo. "Try fucked!"
"What's going on?!" demanded Wufei again.
The timer reading 00:08, Trowa snatched the box and threw it out the open window, hard. When the pie burst into flames they were all surprised to find several people in the fire, all dressed in black. However, not all of these unaccounted for people were caught on fire, and one of them climbed in through the window. Quatre later thought he must've blinked, because suddenly both Heero and Duo had guns in their hands and the man that had climbed through the hole had three bullets in him, two in his chest from Duo and one in the middle of his forehead from Heero.
"You're not supposed to have those!" exclaimed Quatre.
Heero just tossed a look over his shoulder that read, "So-what?" and Duo motioned at the dead man. "He's got a gun! Call it fair play! Oh, and I take back what I said before; I'm not getting rid of Deathscythe."
"Same with Heavyarms."
"Zero's ready for battle any time."
Quatre sighed deeply. "Well, so much for peace…"
There was silence for a moment, then everyone was reminded that there was still someone else listening in on them.
"I demand to know what's going on!" yelled Wufei once more over the phone.
Well, that's my first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. Rin Truthsayer, out.