Please don't hurt me. The stupid idea grabbed me and wouldn't go away, and damnit. It's flowing more easily then any of the other fics I'm trying to write. _ I hate that! *sigh* Anyway, Yes, this is a vaguely serious (as in, not paraody/humor left and right) MMPR/GW Crossover. c.c;
I need to know: Does anyone really think this is worth continuing with? I hate asking that, but... c.c;;; If so, I need a title. Anyone have any ideas? And, I have little to no idea where in the world this is going, so if anyone has any ideas, feel free to toss 'em to me. And again, please don't hurt me...
*****
"Booooooooooored," was the plaintive cry from the other side of the living
room, causing the other room's inhabitants to wince.
"So go un-bored yourself," Wufei said shortly, "Go run laps around the
house, or bake cookies or something."
The braided boy let out an anguished whine and draped himself upside down
over the couch next to Wufei instead, "Jogging is boring if you're alone,
and if I had someone to do something with, then I wouldn't be bored." He
pondered a moment, "And we don't have any eggs left to make cookies with
anyway."
Wufei wondered what had happened to the eggs he had bought just the other
day, but decided it'd be better not to know. "Then I have no ideas for
you."
Duo sighed softly. He could press and get Wufei to do something with him if
he really tried, but... well, there were three other people who he hadn't
asked, yet. Hm... Quatre would come up with a lot of ideas if Duo started
in on him, but it was just too easy. Trowa was cleaning that flute of his,
next to Quatre. However, Duo knew better then to harass Trowa when he was
fiddling with his flute. Hell, he still hurt from the last time he made
that mistake. So, with those two out, and Wufei set aside for the moment,
that left...
Each of the boys in the room winced as they felt Duo's eyes slide over them.
They flinched, they closed their eyes and they hoped.... but the moan of
"I'm booooored," still came anyway. Trowa, Quatre and Wufei could only be
grateful that the call wasn't directed to them, but Duo begging for
attention from Heero wasn't such a great prospect either.
Heero, for his part, started to turn to face Duo head on, when his laptop
beeped. From the other rooms of the safe house, a total of four other
laptops chimed, beeped, rang, or otherwise begged for attention. Most
noticeable might have been the higher pitched version of Heero's voice
crying "Ninmu! Ninmu! Ninmu!" from Duo's laptop. Only God and Duo knew
how he had managed to get the voice files, alter them to sound *cheerful*,
and avoid being killed by Heero whenever he had new mail.
Heero faced his laptop again and all four watched as he read the email.
"Mission. All five of us," he confirmed, then smirked a little, facing Duo,
"Good enough?"
"Depends, do we get to blow things up?"
Heero glanced back at the screen, "Uncertain. J says to use our best
judgment concerning tactics."
"So, what is the mission, then?" Quatre wondered, echoing the thought of
everyone else.
"Details are minimal. We'll relocate tonight to a safe house closer to the
target, enroll in the local high school, and wait there for further details.
That, and see what he can find out about a person named 'Zedd'.
The other four boys collected their laptops and studied the details in
silence. Finally, Duo spoke up, "If this Zedd dude is an OZ official, why
haven't we heard of him, or this 'Angel Grove' place before?"
***
The five pilots looked warily at Angel Grove High School. Normally they'd
trickle into the school over a period of a few weeks, but the orders had
been to get there and in as soon as possible, so they'd all enrolled at the
same time. Right now, they were questioning the wisdom of this action.
"This place seems so... so... " Quatre trailed off, absently rubbing at his
chest.
"So... 1990's..." Duo replied, looking a bit shell-shocked himself.
"Exactly," the Arabian said.
Trowa looked around and the corner of his lip twitched faintly, "These
buildings are old..."
Duo raised an eyebrow slightly at this statement, wondering how the age of
buildings has to do with... er... how old the buildings feel.
"Most of the other buildings in town are new. Like there's been a mobile
suit battle, or a natural disaster and they've rebuilt," Heero continued
Trowa's thought.
"But why?" was the Chinese boy's addition.
Duo looked around. He'd noticed, but it hadn't stuck out in his mind as
anything important, "It's probably nothing, y'worrywarts."
"Still... I think we all should be careful here," Quatre said, after a
moment, "I don't feel any hostility towards us, but something certainly
isn't right here..."
The other four nodded in agreement. Even to the non-sensitive, there was
something a bit odd about this place.
Together, they walked towards the school.
***
Once the day was done and the five boys had returned to the small safe house
they were staying in, they heard a familiar call:
"I'm booooooored."
Four flinches from around the room, hidden behind various books and papers
and laptops screens.
"Do your homework, then," came from behind the book with the Chinese
characters printed on the cover.
"I don't have any. Not that I'd want to do it anyway."
"Read a book," said the newspaper with the bang.
"I don't have anything to read that I haven't read before already."
"There's always the newspaper," offered the financial section of the
newspaper--or was that the comics tucked within the financial section that
had spoken?
"The world right here around us is depressing enough. I don't need to read
about what's wrong with the rest of the world. Besides, you have the
comics, Q."
If one could have seen behind the two sections of newspaper, they'd have
notice the Arabian blushing.
More silence, until Heero spoke up, "Perhaps it would be beneficial to
discuss what we have observed today."
Three sets of eyes--green, blue, and onyx--came into view as they eyed the
boy with Prussian eyes. Violet eyes stared unabashedly.
"...What?"
"er... nothing. So who starts?" Duo asked, as he straightened from his
flopped position on the somewhat ratty easy chair.
Over the next half hour or so the five of them established the fact that the
teachers were good teachers, if, perhaps, a bit unobservant at times--not
that that was a bad thing, you never know when you might need to sweet talk
or sneak past a teacher. The majority of the student body was average and
run of the mill. There are always exceptions, though.
"Hm. What about Bulkmeyer and Skullovich?" Quatre asked.
Duo snickered a bit. "Those two? They try so hard to put up this big bad
tough front, and they fail so miserably. It's hilarious!"
"It is rather amusing," Wufei admitted, and was answered with a few agreeing
nods, "But I don't think Bulk and Skull are much, if any threat to us."
"Aa. I agree. Though we should be certain not to underestimate them,"
Heero paused and considered a moment longer, "Just... in case."
The others were doubtful of the thought that Bulk and Skull--as they called
themselves--were capable of doing much more then causing trouble and looking
like utter fools, but then again, the five of them looked relatively
harmless--certainly not like the terrorists they were, so, "Just in case."
It was quiet for a few more minutes, "I noticed a group of six, or so who
always seemed to be together if possible. I don't think they're sheep.
They carry themselves like martial artists. Maybe a gang of sorts," Wufei
mentioned.
"They seem a little too clean cut for a gang, but..."
"Aa."
***
The next few days passed relatively uneventfully. No new orders came,
unfortunately, and Duo seemed to be eternally bored, even more
unfortunately. Heero, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei had quickly come to the
decision that they needed to find Duo something to do lest someone wake up
with shampoo in their toothpaste again.
After some inquiry around the school, they discovered that most of the Angel
Grove High students thought highly of Angel Grove Youth center, and many
favored it as an after school hangout. There would more then likely be
plenty of things to do, and maybe this Zedd character had a kid or
something. They might be able to find out some valuable information. Or
that was what they said, at least...
The next afternoon found the five sitting in the Youth Center, at the Juice
Bar. Quatre and Trowa were talking with each other, occasionally pausing to
take a drink of the smoothies they'd bought. Duo was chatting with the man
behind the counter--a rather large fellow named Ernie, if memory served.
Owned the place, seemed fairly nice. Heero was eyeing the crowd around him
like he expected an oz soldier to leap out and start shooting at him.
Wufei, on the other hand, was quietly observing one of the karate classes
being taught on the other side of the room.
When the class let out and the students were wandering away, the Chinese boy
stood up, and muttered something to the others about being back in a moment,
and approached the man who had been leading the class. He stood politely at
the edge of the mat and waited patiently for the teacher to finish with what
he was doing before speaking, "They look like a good class."
When the class's leader turned to face him, Wufei was mildly surprised to
notice that the teacher was much younger then he initially guessed, probably
only a year or two older then himself, if that. More surprising was the
fact that this was one of the six that he'd brought to everyone's attention
a few days previous. He was taller then Wufei, with dark hair tied back
into a ponytail, much like Wufei's only longer.
"They are. Most of them have picked up everything I've shown them really
fast," he grinned, obviously proud of his students.
Wufei allowed himself a smile, knowing the feeling of pride that accompanies
the knowledge of a job well done. "They have a good teacher."
The other teen smiled modestly and shrugged, then offered the Chinese boy a
hand, "By the way, the name's Tommy Oliver."
Wufei shook the extended hand, then gave a slight bow, "Chang Wufei," he
replied.
Tommy smiled, "So, I don't think I've seen you around here before. You new
in town?"
"Yes. My friends and I just moved here a few days ago. So far, it seems to
be a nice place. Very. peaceful."
Tommy made some sound that might back been a snort, and Wufei peered over
curiously, in time to hear a muttered something which might have been 'too
peaceful'.
"I'm sorry?"
"Err. Yeah. Angel Grove is a great place, most of the time. There really
is no place quite like it."
"One might even be able to forget that there's a war going on out there."
Tommy frowned a bit, but nodded, "Sometimes it's hard to focus on the big
picture, I guess, when it's not affecting you."
Wufei nodded, and opened his mouth to reply, when a series of beeps
interrupted him. Tommy lifted his arm-bearing a large, garish watch-and
looked at it, "Geeze, I'm sorry, but I gotta go. I'm late for my. ahh.
dentist appointment. It was great talking to you Chang, maybe I'll see you
around sometime. Bye."
Wufei blinked and watched the other teen walk towards the door. He blinked
again, as five other teens walked though the same door, then gave a bit of a
shrug and wandered back to the others.
The others met him half way, and Trowa jerked his head towards the door
Tommy had walked through. "Those six students just left all together.
Maybe we should follow them?"
Wufei raised a brow. Maybe Duo wasn't the only bored one in the group.
Still, there wasn't much else to do, and those six did seem rather
suspicious. He nodded, and the five of them set off out the door. Duo
tossed a wave in Ernie's direction, but the juice bar owner didn't seem to
notice, as he was rather engrossed in whatever was on the TV at the moment.
***
The five pilots looked around for the other teenagers, but didn't see them.
Heero frowned a bit, and Duo scratched his head, "Damn, they're fast.
Wonder which way they went."
Quatre pressed a hand to his chest, and Trowa glanced over, then raised an
eyebrow questioningly. Quatre gave a bit of a smile to the other boy, then
pointed off down the path leading into Angel Grove Park, "I think. maybe we
should go that way?"
The other four consented easily enough, and headed off down the path.
Oddly, there seemed to be a large amount of people walking in the other
direction, but none walking with them. . Actually, Trowa thought, a lot of
those people doing up the path looked a little. concerned. And nervous.
He glanced over at Quatre, who was rubbing his chest, and starting to look a
bit anxious. A look over at Wufei revealed that the Chinese man had
definitely noticed as well. Curious.
It wasn't a bad place, Wufei reflected as they walked. Lots of bushes and
trees. Plenty of open space. The paths were well paved and marked, and
there were still areas you could go and get 'lost' in without really getting
lost. It sounded like there was a playground near by, too. Lots of noises,
voices calling, yelling. Actually, that sounded more like people fighting.
Wufei let a frown onto his face, 'I bet those kids that got out of that
karate class are over there 'practicing'. someone will get hurt.'
He sighed and stepped off the path, headed towards the wooded area where the
cries were coming from. "We've more then likely lost them. I hear voices
this way-I think some of the kids from that karate class are over here
trying to impress their friends with what they know. And someone will get
hurt because of it."
The others nodded, and head off the path as well, but when they finally
pushed through the bushes to the other side, they were surprised to find
that there were no kids fighting, but the six teens from earlier, and a
hoard of decidedly non-human gray men. The other six teens were,
surprisingly, all fighting and holding their own quite nicely, but they were
massively outnumbered and were slowly being beaten down.
"What the hell?!" Duo blurted, the single line summing up the feelings of
the other four rather well. Unfortunatly, this also had the unfortunate
effect of drawing attention to their little group, and the gray guys turned
on the five pilots as well.
At first they tried falling back, but the line of trees and bushes blocked
their retreat, and soon the gray creatures had them surrounded. No choices
left: It was time to fight.
I need to know: Does anyone really think this is worth continuing with? I hate asking that, but... c.c;;; If so, I need a title. Anyone have any ideas? And, I have little to no idea where in the world this is going, so if anyone has any ideas, feel free to toss 'em to me. And again, please don't hurt me...
*****
"Booooooooooored," was the plaintive cry from the other side of the living
room, causing the other room's inhabitants to wince.
"So go un-bored yourself," Wufei said shortly, "Go run laps around the
house, or bake cookies or something."
The braided boy let out an anguished whine and draped himself upside down
over the couch next to Wufei instead, "Jogging is boring if you're alone,
and if I had someone to do something with, then I wouldn't be bored." He
pondered a moment, "And we don't have any eggs left to make cookies with
anyway."
Wufei wondered what had happened to the eggs he had bought just the other
day, but decided it'd be better not to know. "Then I have no ideas for
you."
Duo sighed softly. He could press and get Wufei to do something with him if
he really tried, but... well, there were three other people who he hadn't
asked, yet. Hm... Quatre would come up with a lot of ideas if Duo started
in on him, but it was just too easy. Trowa was cleaning that flute of his,
next to Quatre. However, Duo knew better then to harass Trowa when he was
fiddling with his flute. Hell, he still hurt from the last time he made
that mistake. So, with those two out, and Wufei set aside for the moment,
that left...
Each of the boys in the room winced as they felt Duo's eyes slide over them.
They flinched, they closed their eyes and they hoped.... but the moan of
"I'm booooored," still came anyway. Trowa, Quatre and Wufei could only be
grateful that the call wasn't directed to them, but Duo begging for
attention from Heero wasn't such a great prospect either.
Heero, for his part, started to turn to face Duo head on, when his laptop
beeped. From the other rooms of the safe house, a total of four other
laptops chimed, beeped, rang, or otherwise begged for attention. Most
noticeable might have been the higher pitched version of Heero's voice
crying "Ninmu! Ninmu! Ninmu!" from Duo's laptop. Only God and Duo knew
how he had managed to get the voice files, alter them to sound *cheerful*,
and avoid being killed by Heero whenever he had new mail.
Heero faced his laptop again and all four watched as he read the email.
"Mission. All five of us," he confirmed, then smirked a little, facing Duo,
"Good enough?"
"Depends, do we get to blow things up?"
Heero glanced back at the screen, "Uncertain. J says to use our best
judgment concerning tactics."
"So, what is the mission, then?" Quatre wondered, echoing the thought of
everyone else.
"Details are minimal. We'll relocate tonight to a safe house closer to the
target, enroll in the local high school, and wait there for further details.
That, and see what he can find out about a person named 'Zedd'.
The other four boys collected their laptops and studied the details in
silence. Finally, Duo spoke up, "If this Zedd dude is an OZ official, why
haven't we heard of him, or this 'Angel Grove' place before?"
***
The five pilots looked warily at Angel Grove High School. Normally they'd
trickle into the school over a period of a few weeks, but the orders had
been to get there and in as soon as possible, so they'd all enrolled at the
same time. Right now, they were questioning the wisdom of this action.
"This place seems so... so... " Quatre trailed off, absently rubbing at his
chest.
"So... 1990's..." Duo replied, looking a bit shell-shocked himself.
"Exactly," the Arabian said.
Trowa looked around and the corner of his lip twitched faintly, "These
buildings are old..."
Duo raised an eyebrow slightly at this statement, wondering how the age of
buildings has to do with... er... how old the buildings feel.
"Most of the other buildings in town are new. Like there's been a mobile
suit battle, or a natural disaster and they've rebuilt," Heero continued
Trowa's thought.
"But why?" was the Chinese boy's addition.
Duo looked around. He'd noticed, but it hadn't stuck out in his mind as
anything important, "It's probably nothing, y'worrywarts."
"Still... I think we all should be careful here," Quatre said, after a
moment, "I don't feel any hostility towards us, but something certainly
isn't right here..."
The other four nodded in agreement. Even to the non-sensitive, there was
something a bit odd about this place.
Together, they walked towards the school.
***
Once the day was done and the five boys had returned to the small safe house
they were staying in, they heard a familiar call:
"I'm booooooored."
Four flinches from around the room, hidden behind various books and papers
and laptops screens.
"Do your homework, then," came from behind the book with the Chinese
characters printed on the cover.
"I don't have any. Not that I'd want to do it anyway."
"Read a book," said the newspaper with the bang.
"I don't have anything to read that I haven't read before already."
"There's always the newspaper," offered the financial section of the
newspaper--or was that the comics tucked within the financial section that
had spoken?
"The world right here around us is depressing enough. I don't need to read
about what's wrong with the rest of the world. Besides, you have the
comics, Q."
If one could have seen behind the two sections of newspaper, they'd have
notice the Arabian blushing.
More silence, until Heero spoke up, "Perhaps it would be beneficial to
discuss what we have observed today."
Three sets of eyes--green, blue, and onyx--came into view as they eyed the
boy with Prussian eyes. Violet eyes stared unabashedly.
"...What?"
"er... nothing. So who starts?" Duo asked, as he straightened from his
flopped position on the somewhat ratty easy chair.
Over the next half hour or so the five of them established the fact that the
teachers were good teachers, if, perhaps, a bit unobservant at times--not
that that was a bad thing, you never know when you might need to sweet talk
or sneak past a teacher. The majority of the student body was average and
run of the mill. There are always exceptions, though.
"Hm. What about Bulkmeyer and Skullovich?" Quatre asked.
Duo snickered a bit. "Those two? They try so hard to put up this big bad
tough front, and they fail so miserably. It's hilarious!"
"It is rather amusing," Wufei admitted, and was answered with a few agreeing
nods, "But I don't think Bulk and Skull are much, if any threat to us."
"Aa. I agree. Though we should be certain not to underestimate them,"
Heero paused and considered a moment longer, "Just... in case."
The others were doubtful of the thought that Bulk and Skull--as they called
themselves--were capable of doing much more then causing trouble and looking
like utter fools, but then again, the five of them looked relatively
harmless--certainly not like the terrorists they were, so, "Just in case."
It was quiet for a few more minutes, "I noticed a group of six, or so who
always seemed to be together if possible. I don't think they're sheep.
They carry themselves like martial artists. Maybe a gang of sorts," Wufei
mentioned.
"They seem a little too clean cut for a gang, but..."
"Aa."
***
The next few days passed relatively uneventfully. No new orders came,
unfortunately, and Duo seemed to be eternally bored, even more
unfortunately. Heero, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei had quickly come to the
decision that they needed to find Duo something to do lest someone wake up
with shampoo in their toothpaste again.
After some inquiry around the school, they discovered that most of the Angel
Grove High students thought highly of Angel Grove Youth center, and many
favored it as an after school hangout. There would more then likely be
plenty of things to do, and maybe this Zedd character had a kid or
something. They might be able to find out some valuable information. Or
that was what they said, at least...
The next afternoon found the five sitting in the Youth Center, at the Juice
Bar. Quatre and Trowa were talking with each other, occasionally pausing to
take a drink of the smoothies they'd bought. Duo was chatting with the man
behind the counter--a rather large fellow named Ernie, if memory served.
Owned the place, seemed fairly nice. Heero was eyeing the crowd around him
like he expected an oz soldier to leap out and start shooting at him.
Wufei, on the other hand, was quietly observing one of the karate classes
being taught on the other side of the room.
When the class let out and the students were wandering away, the Chinese boy
stood up, and muttered something to the others about being back in a moment,
and approached the man who had been leading the class. He stood politely at
the edge of the mat and waited patiently for the teacher to finish with what
he was doing before speaking, "They look like a good class."
When the class's leader turned to face him, Wufei was mildly surprised to
notice that the teacher was much younger then he initially guessed, probably
only a year or two older then himself, if that. More surprising was the
fact that this was one of the six that he'd brought to everyone's attention
a few days previous. He was taller then Wufei, with dark hair tied back
into a ponytail, much like Wufei's only longer.
"They are. Most of them have picked up everything I've shown them really
fast," he grinned, obviously proud of his students.
Wufei allowed himself a smile, knowing the feeling of pride that accompanies
the knowledge of a job well done. "They have a good teacher."
The other teen smiled modestly and shrugged, then offered the Chinese boy a
hand, "By the way, the name's Tommy Oliver."
Wufei shook the extended hand, then gave a slight bow, "Chang Wufei," he
replied.
Tommy smiled, "So, I don't think I've seen you around here before. You new
in town?"
"Yes. My friends and I just moved here a few days ago. So far, it seems to
be a nice place. Very. peaceful."
Tommy made some sound that might back been a snort, and Wufei peered over
curiously, in time to hear a muttered something which might have been 'too
peaceful'.
"I'm sorry?"
"Err. Yeah. Angel Grove is a great place, most of the time. There really
is no place quite like it."
"One might even be able to forget that there's a war going on out there."
Tommy frowned a bit, but nodded, "Sometimes it's hard to focus on the big
picture, I guess, when it's not affecting you."
Wufei nodded, and opened his mouth to reply, when a series of beeps
interrupted him. Tommy lifted his arm-bearing a large, garish watch-and
looked at it, "Geeze, I'm sorry, but I gotta go. I'm late for my. ahh.
dentist appointment. It was great talking to you Chang, maybe I'll see you
around sometime. Bye."
Wufei blinked and watched the other teen walk towards the door. He blinked
again, as five other teens walked though the same door, then gave a bit of a
shrug and wandered back to the others.
The others met him half way, and Trowa jerked his head towards the door
Tommy had walked through. "Those six students just left all together.
Maybe we should follow them?"
Wufei raised a brow. Maybe Duo wasn't the only bored one in the group.
Still, there wasn't much else to do, and those six did seem rather
suspicious. He nodded, and the five of them set off out the door. Duo
tossed a wave in Ernie's direction, but the juice bar owner didn't seem to
notice, as he was rather engrossed in whatever was on the TV at the moment.
***
The five pilots looked around for the other teenagers, but didn't see them.
Heero frowned a bit, and Duo scratched his head, "Damn, they're fast.
Wonder which way they went."
Quatre pressed a hand to his chest, and Trowa glanced over, then raised an
eyebrow questioningly. Quatre gave a bit of a smile to the other boy, then
pointed off down the path leading into Angel Grove Park, "I think. maybe we
should go that way?"
The other four consented easily enough, and headed off down the path.
Oddly, there seemed to be a large amount of people walking in the other
direction, but none walking with them. . Actually, Trowa thought, a lot of
those people doing up the path looked a little. concerned. And nervous.
He glanced over at Quatre, who was rubbing his chest, and starting to look a
bit anxious. A look over at Wufei revealed that the Chinese man had
definitely noticed as well. Curious.
It wasn't a bad place, Wufei reflected as they walked. Lots of bushes and
trees. Plenty of open space. The paths were well paved and marked, and
there were still areas you could go and get 'lost' in without really getting
lost. It sounded like there was a playground near by, too. Lots of noises,
voices calling, yelling. Actually, that sounded more like people fighting.
Wufei let a frown onto his face, 'I bet those kids that got out of that
karate class are over there 'practicing'. someone will get hurt.'
He sighed and stepped off the path, headed towards the wooded area where the
cries were coming from. "We've more then likely lost them. I hear voices
this way-I think some of the kids from that karate class are over here
trying to impress their friends with what they know. And someone will get
hurt because of it."
The others nodded, and head off the path as well, but when they finally
pushed through the bushes to the other side, they were surprised to find
that there were no kids fighting, but the six teens from earlier, and a
hoard of decidedly non-human gray men. The other six teens were,
surprisingly, all fighting and holding their own quite nicely, but they were
massively outnumbered and were slowly being beaten down.
"What the hell?!" Duo blurted, the single line summing up the feelings of
the other four rather well. Unfortunatly, this also had the unfortunate
effect of drawing attention to their little group, and the gray guys turned
on the five pilots as well.
At first they tried falling back, but the line of trees and bushes blocked
their retreat, and soon the gray creatures had them surrounded. No choices
left: It was time to fight.