Disclaimer: Okay, this should be quite obvious – I do not own Gundam Wing.
I do not own any of the characters. However, the story, I do own.. So..
Don't bug me about stupid stuff like copyrights because I know I can borrow
them.. All characters – with the exception of my own – are property of the
Sotsu Agency. Thank you. Yeah… Okay, Let's get this thing goin'.
I sat quietly in a chair while a Chinese boy circled around me. The other four multiracial boys stood off to the side, seemingly waiting for something to transpire. We had been in that room for about three hours, since five in the morning. The Chinese boy's voice was often very stern, and I found it attractive more of the time, but now it was just irritating. Although the other four boys were listening, I could tell they were getting annoyed. As for me, I was picking up some ulterior motive other than to lecture me. – He was just waiting for the right time; it was easy to see through his smooth flowing words no matter how intellectual they sounded.
A few minutes later, it looked like he was getting tired of putting on this show and waiting for the others to leave. Now, I was becoming quite amusing because I wanted to see him crack. Out of nowhere, he abandoned his common sense and yelled out, "I hate you!!"
I mused at this, but responded dully, "Wufei, you're not very smart. – Eight letters, three words, but only one meaning."
I guess that my comment must have angered him in some way for he launched an attack at me that just seemed, to me, to scream out 'You bitch!' Without even breaking a sweat, I was able to dodge all of his attacks with ease. Since I very well knew that I couldn't retaliate in front of the other four, I did the only other option I was left with. – I ran behind Hiiro and Torowa, who were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, for protection. Wufei, who was only getting madder at me, tried to attack once again.
At first, I thought Hiiro was going to step aside, but it surprised me when he only stepped forward. It took a few seconds for Wufei to get to Hiiro but when he finally got to the Japanese boy, that blue-eyed boy shoved him away from the three of us. But the mood turned worse when he turned around and glared at me. I just stared back at him, oblivious to the fact that he was upset with me. Torowa, noticing the tension, wrapped his arms around me from behind and tried to comfort and soothe me.
Katoru, who had just began fuming as soon as he saw what was really going on, walked over wearing a brilliant smile on his face, and said, "I'll take her to the room." He took my hand and led me out into the hall. I just followed, not wanting to make a scene while plotting different murderous images in my mind's eye. Upon arriving to me rather dark room, the Arabian boy shoved me in yelling something about not touching Torowa.
"You're still a bit young, but perhaps…" I said coyly as I regained my balance and stepped in front of him. He was confused – I could see that plainly. So why not put on a show?
Lifting my hand, I gently placed my fingers against his neck.
Though it was well - known throughout the base that he had a huge crush on the future pilot of HeavyArms, he was melting from me charms – something that was strangely fully developed for a six year old.
Slowly, I let my hands trail down his chest as I began to unbutton his shirt. He was falling for me tricks!! -- So gullible, he was!
Katoru, believing that I was extremely genuine, began letting his hands rub down over my arms.
'Really now!' I thought to myself, 'Hormone enraged at such a young age.'
Suddenly, I moved up close to make it seem as if I were going to kiss him. – He closed his eyes, and I gave him one of my most evil smiles yet, that I had developed by that time.
Then, I grabbed him by his shoulders fiercely, and brought my knee up between his legs with a true aim. Automatically, he doubled over in pain when I let him go with his eyes widened to an almost impossible size.
"You'll eventually figure out not to fuck around with me." I said, kneeling down to him to finish my sentence from earlier.
When my knee connected to his 'lower area,' I had felt something had and stiff down there. I could only assume it was his 'you know what.'
Since we were still in front of the open door of my room, I nudged him slightly with my foot, and then kicked him out of the room using the full strength in my leg.
When he flew out, he slammed into the wall and made a deep impression in the plaster and wood, and just slightly denting the metal base.
"Get away from my room!!" I yelled as he fell from the wall finally.
Upon hearing my shouting, he took off crawling down the hall as fast as he could, which is to say that he wasn't going very fast. He had only gotten but ten feet away when he passed out right in the middle of the hall.
I was just about to close the door when Jyuo bounded in and tackled me, "Heya! Wanna play Monopoly? Huh?"
"Uhh… Sure, not get off." I murmured, trying to push him off as he had me pinned.
"Why?" he asked mischievously.
"Because.. You said you wanted to play Monopoly, not tag-pin." I stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but I wanted to--" He began, but yelled, "WOOAAHH!" when I wrapped my legs around his waist and shifted his weight so that he fell onto his side. Then, I pushed him over onto his backside and pinned the longhaired American.
"Well, let's set it up." I said happily, getting up and stepping from over him.
A few minutes later, we settled for playing on the bed and started to set up the board. Right after that, we started playing with me as the tiger, and Jyuo as the reaper figure. So many other little statues and figurines were there, but only because we had a personalized edition of the game and paid nearly two thousand dollars to get it made.
For hours, we played until I noticed that my opponent was growing frustrated.
"If you want, we can stop." I told him, a hint of softness in my tone. – It was the only little puzzle piece to let him know that I was returning to my normally calm, cool, and collected self.
"Ahh, why not? – I've lost all 45 games," he said, then held up a one- dollar bill, "and I'm down to my last dollar."
He was grinning as he said that – but he put the bill away and pounced on me, catching me off guard. Once again, he had me pinned beneath him. However, I was fortunate enough to have gotten hold of his long, beautiful braid.
"Gah!" he nearly shouted. "Let go of that!"
"Hmm.. Let me think." I responded coyly. "No."
A smirk curved onto my lips as I gazed up at him.
I gave a gentle yank on his hair, "You're cute, Jyuo."
His cheeks began to turn a light pink as he replied, his voice lower than usual, "Thanks, you are, too."
I just let out a soft sigh, "You don't have to lie."
Jyuo just looked down at me. Eventually, though, he sat up and crawled off of me to sit nearby instead. Slowly, I sat up as well looking at him.
"You think I'm lying?" he asked slowly.
I nodded.
He put on one of his best smiles, "I'll tell you a secret. – Jyuo Makkusueru – he runs, he hides, but he never lies! -- That's me in a nutshell!"
I gazed at him, longing for something unknown. Without a warning, my hand moved up on its own and brushed the, seemingly, glass nails against his face, then allowed it to drop back it to drop back onto the floor. That long, stereotyped silence settled in, making the both of us feel awkward.
Finally, I spoke up, "Could you leave me alone for a bit?"
He just kind of smiled at me before placing a hand on my head and ruffling my hair, "Sure."
He gave a light tug before saying anything more, "Let me know if you need anything."
Jyuo patted me on the head one last time, then left.
A few minutes later, the door opened and Wufei poked his head in mumbling, "Ow! Okay, okay!!"
Rubbing his rear, he looked to me with a forced smile, "Hi.."
Then he lowered his voice to mumble to himself, "Weak, stupid girl."
I broke into a smile – beautiful, yet cruel at the same time, "Don't play pretend. We're a lot more mature than that, remember?"
The smile faded as I walked to the door.
"NOW GET OUT!" I shouted as I slammed the door on his head.
"INJUSTICE!!" he yelled, falling back.
As soon as I closed the door, I heard wild laughter filter in from under it. Hours later, we were all involved in training once again. Obviously, I had to wait until the others were fully ignoring me before I left them all to their individual training exercises. It was strange for me to hide something from the people I would never keep secrets from.
A few months later, after I have turned seven, Torowa and I were on the couch reading. That was when Katoru burst into the room crying about something. Automatically, being the eldest of us, Torowa rose from his seat next to me and crossed the room.
There, he pulled Katoru into a hug, "What's wrong, little one?"
Instead of answering right away, the blonde Arabian bawled even louder than before and clung onto Torowa's shirt tighter. He tossed a glare in my direction, expecting me to falter. However, I didn't feel scared in the least, rather, I just stared back at him – hard.
Sensing that I wasn't going to back down, Katoru yelled, "Kei broke my machine!"
Before I could reply, Torowa spoke up, "She couldn't have. I've been with her all day."
The blonde boy, feeling defeated, but defiant, shouted, "Well.. She's telekinetic! Or… or a witch!!!"
He gave out one last sniff before letting go of the taller boy and running off.
Torowa just looked at me and sighed, "Did you? – We both know how you are."
I just shook my head no at him and continued on with the story. A few minutes later, both of our watches went off in unison. After turning my own off, I pointed to the metal doors across the room.
"Time flies fast." Torowa stated, his voice cutting through my thoughts.
He started for the room as I went to go outside. Surprisingly, Katoru was there… Holding Wufei's sword! Yelling out, he stabbed himself in his side. With a sickening grin, he yanked the weapon out of himself, and then tossed it to me.
I easily caught the handle, but when I touched myself up to look like I was ready for battle – as I was assuming he was going to try to attack me – that's when everyone else had come running out to see what was wrong.
They all stopped short from the door. – All of them shocked as it had looked like I was the one who attacked Katoru, who was now on the ground unconscious. I dropped the sword, now looking like a deer caught in a car's headlights.
Wufei, who was pissed off at seeing his sword tainted in his comrade's blood and then dropped, was in front of me in a flash with an enraged expression on his face. He gave me a beating I would never forget!
One by one, each of the Gundam pilots gave me a few lashing – even Torowa.
When Hiiro finally stepped up to me, he just said, "I don't want an explanation. – Just leave."
I would have opened my mouth to say something, but stopped myself. – He was giving me 'the look.' On the verge of tears, I gathered myself up from the ground and went inside. I headed straight for my room, wanting to avoid another confrontation. Grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper, I began scribbling down a letter:
Dear Assholes,
Obviously, you don't want me here. I'm leaving!
By the way, I'll get you all back! You'll all die!!
Love,
Kei
P.S.
You guys suck!
After finishing it, I left it on my desk singular, with the exception of the pen I had used to write it. Right after that, I walked out of my room. Upon passing Hiiro, I, unbeknownst to him, slipped his nine-millimeter gun from the back of his spandex shorts and shoved it into my pocket. It took no time at all to get away from the building. As soon as I was about a mile away from the base, I pulled the gun from my pocket.
"I'm only half a soul… And, supposedly, I'm the good part." I told myself.
Slowly, I moved the barrel down over my chest… This shouldn't be so hard. Just at the same moment that I was about to pull the trigger, my 'mirror' reflection formed in front of me, then began to solidify. Just then, something kind of snapped in my head.
"Well, if you're the bad half of me, then I supposed I would be doing mankind a favor if I disposed of you." I said with an evil smirk.
She just smirked right back at me with a nod. Turning the gun away from myself, I aimed the gun at my 'reflection.' The index finger of my right hand curled around the trigger of the gun. A sadistic laugh bubbled up out of my throat as I lowered the gun slightly to aim at her heart.
"Only half a soul…" we both said in unison.
Upon the last syllable, I pulled the trigger. The bullet came out of the tip of the barrel screaming – going for my 'twin's' heart. With a true aim, my bullet pierced through her flesh, but came to a halt upon entering the right valve of her heart.
"But then again, I could be the evil one!" I said laughing sadistically.
Only a few short seconds later, she let out a short-lived scream of pain, if I ever heard one, as the bullet exploded within her body.
"You are the weakest link… Good bye!" I said as I walked away from my past.
This new life was going to be fun! Splattered in blood, I proceeded out into the desert, leaving all of the familiar. – It was time to start anew!
END OF PROLOGUE!
I sat quietly in a chair while a Chinese boy circled around me. The other four multiracial boys stood off to the side, seemingly waiting for something to transpire. We had been in that room for about three hours, since five in the morning. The Chinese boy's voice was often very stern, and I found it attractive more of the time, but now it was just irritating. Although the other four boys were listening, I could tell they were getting annoyed. As for me, I was picking up some ulterior motive other than to lecture me. – He was just waiting for the right time; it was easy to see through his smooth flowing words no matter how intellectual they sounded.
A few minutes later, it looked like he was getting tired of putting on this show and waiting for the others to leave. Now, I was becoming quite amusing because I wanted to see him crack. Out of nowhere, he abandoned his common sense and yelled out, "I hate you!!"
I mused at this, but responded dully, "Wufei, you're not very smart. – Eight letters, three words, but only one meaning."
I guess that my comment must have angered him in some way for he launched an attack at me that just seemed, to me, to scream out 'You bitch!' Without even breaking a sweat, I was able to dodge all of his attacks with ease. Since I very well knew that I couldn't retaliate in front of the other four, I did the only other option I was left with. – I ran behind Hiiro and Torowa, who were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, for protection. Wufei, who was only getting madder at me, tried to attack once again.
At first, I thought Hiiro was going to step aside, but it surprised me when he only stepped forward. It took a few seconds for Wufei to get to Hiiro but when he finally got to the Japanese boy, that blue-eyed boy shoved him away from the three of us. But the mood turned worse when he turned around and glared at me. I just stared back at him, oblivious to the fact that he was upset with me. Torowa, noticing the tension, wrapped his arms around me from behind and tried to comfort and soothe me.
Katoru, who had just began fuming as soon as he saw what was really going on, walked over wearing a brilliant smile on his face, and said, "I'll take her to the room." He took my hand and led me out into the hall. I just followed, not wanting to make a scene while plotting different murderous images in my mind's eye. Upon arriving to me rather dark room, the Arabian boy shoved me in yelling something about not touching Torowa.
"You're still a bit young, but perhaps…" I said coyly as I regained my balance and stepped in front of him. He was confused – I could see that plainly. So why not put on a show?
Lifting my hand, I gently placed my fingers against his neck.
Though it was well - known throughout the base that he had a huge crush on the future pilot of HeavyArms, he was melting from me charms – something that was strangely fully developed for a six year old.
Slowly, I let my hands trail down his chest as I began to unbutton his shirt. He was falling for me tricks!! -- So gullible, he was!
Katoru, believing that I was extremely genuine, began letting his hands rub down over my arms.
'Really now!' I thought to myself, 'Hormone enraged at such a young age.'
Suddenly, I moved up close to make it seem as if I were going to kiss him. – He closed his eyes, and I gave him one of my most evil smiles yet, that I had developed by that time.
Then, I grabbed him by his shoulders fiercely, and brought my knee up between his legs with a true aim. Automatically, he doubled over in pain when I let him go with his eyes widened to an almost impossible size.
"You'll eventually figure out not to fuck around with me." I said, kneeling down to him to finish my sentence from earlier.
When my knee connected to his 'lower area,' I had felt something had and stiff down there. I could only assume it was his 'you know what.'
Since we were still in front of the open door of my room, I nudged him slightly with my foot, and then kicked him out of the room using the full strength in my leg.
When he flew out, he slammed into the wall and made a deep impression in the plaster and wood, and just slightly denting the metal base.
"Get away from my room!!" I yelled as he fell from the wall finally.
Upon hearing my shouting, he took off crawling down the hall as fast as he could, which is to say that he wasn't going very fast. He had only gotten but ten feet away when he passed out right in the middle of the hall.
I was just about to close the door when Jyuo bounded in and tackled me, "Heya! Wanna play Monopoly? Huh?"
"Uhh… Sure, not get off." I murmured, trying to push him off as he had me pinned.
"Why?" he asked mischievously.
"Because.. You said you wanted to play Monopoly, not tag-pin." I stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but I wanted to--" He began, but yelled, "WOOAAHH!" when I wrapped my legs around his waist and shifted his weight so that he fell onto his side. Then, I pushed him over onto his backside and pinned the longhaired American.
"Well, let's set it up." I said happily, getting up and stepping from over him.
A few minutes later, we settled for playing on the bed and started to set up the board. Right after that, we started playing with me as the tiger, and Jyuo as the reaper figure. So many other little statues and figurines were there, but only because we had a personalized edition of the game and paid nearly two thousand dollars to get it made.
For hours, we played until I noticed that my opponent was growing frustrated.
"If you want, we can stop." I told him, a hint of softness in my tone. – It was the only little puzzle piece to let him know that I was returning to my normally calm, cool, and collected self.
"Ahh, why not? – I've lost all 45 games," he said, then held up a one- dollar bill, "and I'm down to my last dollar."
He was grinning as he said that – but he put the bill away and pounced on me, catching me off guard. Once again, he had me pinned beneath him. However, I was fortunate enough to have gotten hold of his long, beautiful braid.
"Gah!" he nearly shouted. "Let go of that!"
"Hmm.. Let me think." I responded coyly. "No."
A smirk curved onto my lips as I gazed up at him.
I gave a gentle yank on his hair, "You're cute, Jyuo."
His cheeks began to turn a light pink as he replied, his voice lower than usual, "Thanks, you are, too."
I just let out a soft sigh, "You don't have to lie."
Jyuo just looked down at me. Eventually, though, he sat up and crawled off of me to sit nearby instead. Slowly, I sat up as well looking at him.
"You think I'm lying?" he asked slowly.
I nodded.
He put on one of his best smiles, "I'll tell you a secret. – Jyuo Makkusueru – he runs, he hides, but he never lies! -- That's me in a nutshell!"
I gazed at him, longing for something unknown. Without a warning, my hand moved up on its own and brushed the, seemingly, glass nails against his face, then allowed it to drop back it to drop back onto the floor. That long, stereotyped silence settled in, making the both of us feel awkward.
Finally, I spoke up, "Could you leave me alone for a bit?"
He just kind of smiled at me before placing a hand on my head and ruffling my hair, "Sure."
He gave a light tug before saying anything more, "Let me know if you need anything."
Jyuo patted me on the head one last time, then left.
A few minutes later, the door opened and Wufei poked his head in mumbling, "Ow! Okay, okay!!"
Rubbing his rear, he looked to me with a forced smile, "Hi.."
Then he lowered his voice to mumble to himself, "Weak, stupid girl."
I broke into a smile – beautiful, yet cruel at the same time, "Don't play pretend. We're a lot more mature than that, remember?"
The smile faded as I walked to the door.
"NOW GET OUT!" I shouted as I slammed the door on his head.
"INJUSTICE!!" he yelled, falling back.
As soon as I closed the door, I heard wild laughter filter in from under it. Hours later, we were all involved in training once again. Obviously, I had to wait until the others were fully ignoring me before I left them all to their individual training exercises. It was strange for me to hide something from the people I would never keep secrets from.
A few months later, after I have turned seven, Torowa and I were on the couch reading. That was when Katoru burst into the room crying about something. Automatically, being the eldest of us, Torowa rose from his seat next to me and crossed the room.
There, he pulled Katoru into a hug, "What's wrong, little one?"
Instead of answering right away, the blonde Arabian bawled even louder than before and clung onto Torowa's shirt tighter. He tossed a glare in my direction, expecting me to falter. However, I didn't feel scared in the least, rather, I just stared back at him – hard.
Sensing that I wasn't going to back down, Katoru yelled, "Kei broke my machine!"
Before I could reply, Torowa spoke up, "She couldn't have. I've been with her all day."
The blonde boy, feeling defeated, but defiant, shouted, "Well.. She's telekinetic! Or… or a witch!!!"
He gave out one last sniff before letting go of the taller boy and running off.
Torowa just looked at me and sighed, "Did you? – We both know how you are."
I just shook my head no at him and continued on with the story. A few minutes later, both of our watches went off in unison. After turning my own off, I pointed to the metal doors across the room.
"Time flies fast." Torowa stated, his voice cutting through my thoughts.
He started for the room as I went to go outside. Surprisingly, Katoru was there… Holding Wufei's sword! Yelling out, he stabbed himself in his side. With a sickening grin, he yanked the weapon out of himself, and then tossed it to me.
I easily caught the handle, but when I touched myself up to look like I was ready for battle – as I was assuming he was going to try to attack me – that's when everyone else had come running out to see what was wrong.
They all stopped short from the door. – All of them shocked as it had looked like I was the one who attacked Katoru, who was now on the ground unconscious. I dropped the sword, now looking like a deer caught in a car's headlights.
Wufei, who was pissed off at seeing his sword tainted in his comrade's blood and then dropped, was in front of me in a flash with an enraged expression on his face. He gave me a beating I would never forget!
One by one, each of the Gundam pilots gave me a few lashing – even Torowa.
When Hiiro finally stepped up to me, he just said, "I don't want an explanation. – Just leave."
I would have opened my mouth to say something, but stopped myself. – He was giving me 'the look.' On the verge of tears, I gathered myself up from the ground and went inside. I headed straight for my room, wanting to avoid another confrontation. Grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper, I began scribbling down a letter:
Dear Assholes,
Obviously, you don't want me here. I'm leaving!
By the way, I'll get you all back! You'll all die!!
Love,
Kei
P.S.
You guys suck!
After finishing it, I left it on my desk singular, with the exception of the pen I had used to write it. Right after that, I walked out of my room. Upon passing Hiiro, I, unbeknownst to him, slipped his nine-millimeter gun from the back of his spandex shorts and shoved it into my pocket. It took no time at all to get away from the building. As soon as I was about a mile away from the base, I pulled the gun from my pocket.
"I'm only half a soul… And, supposedly, I'm the good part." I told myself.
Slowly, I moved the barrel down over my chest… This shouldn't be so hard. Just at the same moment that I was about to pull the trigger, my 'mirror' reflection formed in front of me, then began to solidify. Just then, something kind of snapped in my head.
"Well, if you're the bad half of me, then I supposed I would be doing mankind a favor if I disposed of you." I said with an evil smirk.
She just smirked right back at me with a nod. Turning the gun away from myself, I aimed the gun at my 'reflection.' The index finger of my right hand curled around the trigger of the gun. A sadistic laugh bubbled up out of my throat as I lowered the gun slightly to aim at her heart.
"Only half a soul…" we both said in unison.
Upon the last syllable, I pulled the trigger. The bullet came out of the tip of the barrel screaming – going for my 'twin's' heart. With a true aim, my bullet pierced through her flesh, but came to a halt upon entering the right valve of her heart.
"But then again, I could be the evil one!" I said laughing sadistically.
Only a few short seconds later, she let out a short-lived scream of pain, if I ever heard one, as the bullet exploded within her body.
"You are the weakest link… Good bye!" I said as I walked away from my past.
This new life was going to be fun! Splattered in blood, I proceeded out into the desert, leaving all of the familiar. – It was time to start anew!
END OF PROLOGUE!