I know, I am just spitting out stories and ideas like an idiot, but hey I
got ideas and have to put them down before I forget them. This one is
something I'm going with that I have been writing for about 6 weeks.
Unfortunately, I will only post it in intervals between the other stories.
The others will be updated as soon as I find time in between my AP and
other tests. Ja ne~Sprinkles
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Maniac Academy By sprinklescake67 Ch. 1 New Mission ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I don't believe that onna." Through the door stormed a very-pissed Chinese man with his black hair pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. His brown eyes, darkened to an onyx, glowered dangerously at everything in the room. Wufei Chang was not in a good mood.
"Awww....Come on, Wu-man! It cannot be that bad. We get away from the screeching banshee for awhile." Following the Chinese one, Duo Maxwell jovially skipped into the room, waist-length, nut-brown braid swinging behind him. His violet-blue eyes danced with mirth at the new assignment.
"Maxwell-"
"Now, now, calm down Wufei. I agree with Duo. This could be fun. I think it would help me with the business if anything." Walking at a much slower pace then their previous comrades, the remaining three boys walked into the room. The one what spoke was the fair-headed, blue-eyed sweetheart Quatre Winner, whose mansion they were staying in now. Behind him were the two darker teens. Trowa Barton, the tallest had light, cinnamon brown hair with bangs that fell over half his face, partially covering forest-green eyes. The last one was daunting boy with unruly chocolate brown hair and bangs that constantly dangled into Prussian blue eyes. Neither of them contributed to the conversation but took their usual stoic places on the wall.
"That's right, Q-man. Hot babes, cool activities, great parties...don't you think so Hii-man?" Duo did not even wait for the grunt answer from his best friend, Hiiro Yui, before trailing off into a ramble of everything he could do. Quatre began blushing profushusly at Duo's provocative imagination. At the mention of the boy's extracurricular activities, their minds wandered back to earlier that evening when they were called into their superior's office.
**@@ Flashback (my computer hates uploading italics so bear with me) @@**
The Gundam pilots walked into the main office of the Preventers' Headquarters and settled into their respective positions. Hiiro Yui, Japanese pilot 01 of Wing Gundam and Wing Zero and unofficially appointed leader, settled against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. Duo Maxwell, the ever-energetic American pilot 02 of Deathscythe, flopped unceremoniously onto one of the leather chairs and proceeded to play with his braid. The ever silent and towering green-eyed pilot 03 of Heavyarms, Trowa Barton slipped into the shadows off to the side. The ever gentle and angelic looking Arabian pilot 04 of Sandrock, Quatre Winner sat patiently in another chair, while the fierce, justice-loving Chinese pilot 05 of Shenlong nicknamed Nataku, Wufei Chang paced around the room.
As they had just got comfortable, the door swung open to admit their commander-and-chief Lady Une. She herself settled into the black swivel chair behind the mahogany desk. With slow deliberation, she studied each pilot silently with steely-gray eyes. Her reddish-brown hair was up into its double-braids on each side of her head today.
"I called you here today to give you a long-term mission. Wait." She ordered, holding up her hand when they stirred at her remark. "It is something that requires undercover work: spying, breaking in, sneaking, fighting, and other activities. Will you accept?"
The pilots glanced at each other before turning as one toward Hiiro. The teen remained motionless for a few moments before responding a simple "Mission accepted. Parameters?"
A small smirk settled on Une's lips. "Well, back when OZ was operational and in the beginning of our domination, we created a new type of weapon, or more specifically, we found and awoke a powerful device; all in the form of 8 superior warriors. I do not know the specifics of the project nor have I ever seen it, so do not ask. It was all Treize's idea and planning; the secrets seemed to have followed him to the grave for every single scientist or officer involved in training the warriors were killed in freak accidents or turned up missing. The identities of the warriors have never been uncovered, but we believe we have located a general area they have congregated at."
".... And where exactly is there?"
At this, Une's smirk seemed to gain an evil tint. Her eyes danced in wicked humor as she stated, "At the Cosmos Academy in the northern region of the Sanc Kingdom." Une stopped and waited for the reactions to the bit of information. Sure enough, she did not have to wait long.
"WHAT?! SCHOOL?!"
"WE have to go back to SCHOOL?!"
"HIGH SCHOOL in the SANC KINGDOM?!"
"HN?!"
"...If we are to attend high school to find these soldiers than what are their respectful ages and limitations?"
Lady Une turned at the last question, not expecting it from the silent Trowa. "From the only gathered information we have salvaged, it seems they were uncovered when they were between 5-9 years old. So now they should be about 15-18 years of age."
Picking up the folder laying on top of the desk, she gave it to the speechless pilots to pass among themselves. "This is the only copy of all the information we have on the warriors. Your mission, to put it simple, Gundam pilots, is to pose as students, find these people, and bring them back to Headquarters. If they are left on their own, then we could be facing a serious future threat of war, or the extinction of Earth."
"Could these people really posses that much power?" Quatre asked innocently. Lady Une grimaced at the comment.
"I recall a conversation I once had with Treize. I asked him what was so important about the Crystal pilots, as they were called. His only reply was something along the lines of 'the bunny may seem harmless or innocent, but beware of when it becomes riled.' The only other times he spoke of it was nonsense, such as 'never pull the bunny's ears' and 'we shall rule the universe with my bunny.'"
"You said they were pilots. Were they Gundam pilots like us, or regular mobile suit pilots?"
"That is to remain unknown. They were supposedly trained to be your opposite in battle should the need ever arise and the colonies followed through with using you during the war; for some reason though, Treize never used them. I do not know any details; I do know that you have your work cut out for you. You may be the best in this organization and the majority of the world, but these warriors have unknown abilities rumored to have surpassed your own. I will have your papers at the Peacecraft Academy sent to the school. I want you to be transferring into the school either by the end of this year or at the beginning of next school year. You have full access to our supplies and funds if you wish. Take your Gundams. You can use a warehouse nearby. Good luck on your assignment. Dismissed."
With that Lady Une turned on her heel and walked out of the room; leaving the pilots to find their own exit.
**@@ End Flashback @@**
"We leave at 0800 in the morning. Pack-up and be ready." The monotone cut through all activity and thought in the room. Each occupant stopped to look at their emotionless comrade as he strode out of the room. Within minutes, the rest of the boys disperse to their rooms to prepare for their new mission. Each filled with new determination and enthusiasm for the assignment.
It was a challenge, a challenge that was hard to come by for the Gundam pilots, saviors of the world. They never turned down a challenge and this one fairly screamed adventure; a purpose these soldiers could look forward to in this new era of peace
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Maniac Academy By sprinklescake67 Ch. 1 New Mission ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I don't believe that onna." Through the door stormed a very-pissed Chinese man with his black hair pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. His brown eyes, darkened to an onyx, glowered dangerously at everything in the room. Wufei Chang was not in a good mood.
"Awww....Come on, Wu-man! It cannot be that bad. We get away from the screeching banshee for awhile." Following the Chinese one, Duo Maxwell jovially skipped into the room, waist-length, nut-brown braid swinging behind him. His violet-blue eyes danced with mirth at the new assignment.
"Maxwell-"
"Now, now, calm down Wufei. I agree with Duo. This could be fun. I think it would help me with the business if anything." Walking at a much slower pace then their previous comrades, the remaining three boys walked into the room. The one what spoke was the fair-headed, blue-eyed sweetheart Quatre Winner, whose mansion they were staying in now. Behind him were the two darker teens. Trowa Barton, the tallest had light, cinnamon brown hair with bangs that fell over half his face, partially covering forest-green eyes. The last one was daunting boy with unruly chocolate brown hair and bangs that constantly dangled into Prussian blue eyes. Neither of them contributed to the conversation but took their usual stoic places on the wall.
"That's right, Q-man. Hot babes, cool activities, great parties...don't you think so Hii-man?" Duo did not even wait for the grunt answer from his best friend, Hiiro Yui, before trailing off into a ramble of everything he could do. Quatre began blushing profushusly at Duo's provocative imagination. At the mention of the boy's extracurricular activities, their minds wandered back to earlier that evening when they were called into their superior's office.
**@@ Flashback (my computer hates uploading italics so bear with me) @@**
The Gundam pilots walked into the main office of the Preventers' Headquarters and settled into their respective positions. Hiiro Yui, Japanese pilot 01 of Wing Gundam and Wing Zero and unofficially appointed leader, settled against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. Duo Maxwell, the ever-energetic American pilot 02 of Deathscythe, flopped unceremoniously onto one of the leather chairs and proceeded to play with his braid. The ever silent and towering green-eyed pilot 03 of Heavyarms, Trowa Barton slipped into the shadows off to the side. The ever gentle and angelic looking Arabian pilot 04 of Sandrock, Quatre Winner sat patiently in another chair, while the fierce, justice-loving Chinese pilot 05 of Shenlong nicknamed Nataku, Wufei Chang paced around the room.
As they had just got comfortable, the door swung open to admit their commander-and-chief Lady Une. She herself settled into the black swivel chair behind the mahogany desk. With slow deliberation, she studied each pilot silently with steely-gray eyes. Her reddish-brown hair was up into its double-braids on each side of her head today.
"I called you here today to give you a long-term mission. Wait." She ordered, holding up her hand when they stirred at her remark. "It is something that requires undercover work: spying, breaking in, sneaking, fighting, and other activities. Will you accept?"
The pilots glanced at each other before turning as one toward Hiiro. The teen remained motionless for a few moments before responding a simple "Mission accepted. Parameters?"
A small smirk settled on Une's lips. "Well, back when OZ was operational and in the beginning of our domination, we created a new type of weapon, or more specifically, we found and awoke a powerful device; all in the form of 8 superior warriors. I do not know the specifics of the project nor have I ever seen it, so do not ask. It was all Treize's idea and planning; the secrets seemed to have followed him to the grave for every single scientist or officer involved in training the warriors were killed in freak accidents or turned up missing. The identities of the warriors have never been uncovered, but we believe we have located a general area they have congregated at."
".... And where exactly is there?"
At this, Une's smirk seemed to gain an evil tint. Her eyes danced in wicked humor as she stated, "At the Cosmos Academy in the northern region of the Sanc Kingdom." Une stopped and waited for the reactions to the bit of information. Sure enough, she did not have to wait long.
"WHAT?! SCHOOL?!"
"WE have to go back to SCHOOL?!"
"HIGH SCHOOL in the SANC KINGDOM?!"
"HN?!"
"...If we are to attend high school to find these soldiers than what are their respectful ages and limitations?"
Lady Une turned at the last question, not expecting it from the silent Trowa. "From the only gathered information we have salvaged, it seems they were uncovered when they were between 5-9 years old. So now they should be about 15-18 years of age."
Picking up the folder laying on top of the desk, she gave it to the speechless pilots to pass among themselves. "This is the only copy of all the information we have on the warriors. Your mission, to put it simple, Gundam pilots, is to pose as students, find these people, and bring them back to Headquarters. If they are left on their own, then we could be facing a serious future threat of war, or the extinction of Earth."
"Could these people really posses that much power?" Quatre asked innocently. Lady Une grimaced at the comment.
"I recall a conversation I once had with Treize. I asked him what was so important about the Crystal pilots, as they were called. His only reply was something along the lines of 'the bunny may seem harmless or innocent, but beware of when it becomes riled.' The only other times he spoke of it was nonsense, such as 'never pull the bunny's ears' and 'we shall rule the universe with my bunny.'"
"You said they were pilots. Were they Gundam pilots like us, or regular mobile suit pilots?"
"That is to remain unknown. They were supposedly trained to be your opposite in battle should the need ever arise and the colonies followed through with using you during the war; for some reason though, Treize never used them. I do not know any details; I do know that you have your work cut out for you. You may be the best in this organization and the majority of the world, but these warriors have unknown abilities rumored to have surpassed your own. I will have your papers at the Peacecraft Academy sent to the school. I want you to be transferring into the school either by the end of this year or at the beginning of next school year. You have full access to our supplies and funds if you wish. Take your Gundams. You can use a warehouse nearby. Good luck on your assignment. Dismissed."
With that Lady Une turned on her heel and walked out of the room; leaving the pilots to find their own exit.
**@@ End Flashback @@**
"We leave at 0800 in the morning. Pack-up and be ready." The monotone cut through all activity and thought in the room. Each occupant stopped to look at their emotionless comrade as he strode out of the room. Within minutes, the rest of the boys disperse to their rooms to prepare for their new mission. Each filled with new determination and enthusiasm for the assignment.
It was a challenge, a challenge that was hard to come by for the Gundam pilots, saviors of the world. They never turned down a challenge and this one fairly screamed adventure; a purpose these soldiers could look forward to in this new era of peace