Gundam Wing: Lost Souls Return
By Kurenai Archangel
[Prologue]
Konnichiwa. I'm writing this to fulfill my need to write a Gundam story, and though I start this, I will definitely have trouble working on two stories at the same time: Blank Reflection and Lost Souls Return. Agggh, this is my first Gundam fic. Blank Reflection and The Chosen Five were all mech fics and I don't know how I'm going to do this… and, thing is, now my new pen name will appear on my stories so it'll be all better now. o.o; For those who don't know, 'kurenai' in Japanese means crimson, or blood red. Well anyway, I should go introducing my story now. -.-;
Setting:
The year is now After Colony 200 (AC 200). Three full years have passed since Mariemaia's attempt to ascend to the full position of leader of the ESUN, along with the destruction of all of the Gundams and all known mobile suits... But in truth, the legendary Gundams were rebuilt in secret and stashed away in case of a total emergency. In the past three years, the pilots have accustomed to peace and all gone their separate ways. But a new evil arises and the pilots must again find themselves to fight this new evil…
The Characters:
Heero Yuy
Age: 19
Ethnic origin: Japanese
Place of origin: L1 colony cluster
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Eye color: Prussian blue
Hair color: Dark brown
Status: Works as a 'Preventer,' and as a bodyguard for Relena Peacecraft/Dorlian.
Duo Maxwell
Age: 19
Ethnic origin: American
Place of origin: L2 colony cluster
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 52 kg
Eye color: Cobalt blue
Hair color: Brown
Status: Works as a junkyard operator. Also now a father of two; married to Hilde Schbeiker (correct spelling?)
Trowa Barton
Age: 19
Ethnic origin: Unknown
Place of origin: L3 colony cluster?
Height: 165cm
Weight: 54 kg
Eye color: Dark green
Hair color: Brown
Status: Works now as a 'Preventer.'
Quatre Winner
Age: 19
Ethnic origin: Arabian
Place of origin: L4 colony cluster
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 49 kg
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Platinum gold
Status: Works as head of Winner Corporation, a top construction company that helped design and build many of the new colonies in L2, L3, and L6.
Chang WuFei
Age: 19
Ethnic origin: Chinese
Place of origin: L5 colony cluster
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 51 kg
Eye color: Black
Hair color: Black
Status: Works as a 'Preventer.'
Zechs Merquise
Age: 23
Ethnic origin: Northern European
Place of origin: Cinq Kingdom
Height: 195 cm
Weight: 83 kg
Eye color: Nail blue
Hair color: blond
Status: Now working as a 'Preventer.'
Merian Black
Age: 19
Ethnic origin: Filipino-Japanese
Place of origin: L1 colony cluster
Height: 163 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Eye color: Hazel-Gray
Hair color: Blue
Status: Newly drafted 'Preventer.'
Elle Parker
Age: 20
Ethnic origin: French
Place of Origin: Paris, France
Height: 150 cm
Weight: 51 kg
Eye color: Light blue
Hair color: Brown
Status: Newly drafted 'Preventer.'
The large press conference was filled to the brim with people; reporters and many other journalists were surrounding the podium as many people awaited to see the famous Relena Peacecraft-Dorlian. Lightbulbs flashing, the constant talking all got annoying as Heero Yuy stood behind the curtain. All the commotion was getting to his head as he looked towards Relena who was to give her speech on her fourth year of rule. His stern voice cut through the air and snapped her out of her daydream.
"You ready?" Heero asked, getting off, pacing around.
"You should learn to calm down, Heero. It'd be nice for you to actually sit down and drink some tea." He smirked, and shrugged the comment off.
"It's nothing." A young man rushed into the room, his breath hanging by a thread and his panting loud as hell.
"Madame… Relena…" He paused, panting, and taking in a breath. "Your…"
"Yes, I know." She finished her last sip of tea as she took a deep breath and brushed herself off. "I'm ready." The young man walked out, with Relena following him. Heero took a breath and stealthily followed after her.
Within moments, Relena was in front of thousands of people. Flashbulbs cracked, voices quieted. The sun's rays came down upon the press conference, which was outside of the ESUN's headquarters in Brussels.
"Ladies… and Gentle…" Her sentence was interrupted by a single crack. Looking down at herself, she felt the pain surge through her body as the blood poured down her white blouse. Looking around her, she saw people screaming, and others ducking. Feeling her knees buckling in, she felt two strong arms wrap around her.
"He..er…" Two fingers were placed upon her lips to keep her from talking. Many bodyguards stood around her, crowding her. Blurred faces were all around her.
"Don't waste your breath." He paused. "You're gonna be okay."
"I'm… so happy… you came…"
"Get an ambulance!" Heero screamed, but the young, frail woman in her arms was
resisting. "No. You cannot die [here.]" He picked her up, trying to carry her
over to the paramedics who were on standby.
"If I'm meant to die… I'm meant to die, Heero. You can't stop that."
"Relena… if you die, the 'Nation' will fall apart and something will happen." He paused, trying to put his feelings into words. "I can't live without you…" She smiled. He put his hand over her wound, which was directly over her heart. He felt the blood pumping within her, the will, the fight within her leaving her as easily as the blood within her was escaping.
"Heero… know that I will always love you… and that my life was sacrificed in the pursuit of peace…" Her grip upon his hands became weaker, as she struggled to release her final words. "I'll be… waiting…" Her grip upon his hand loosened, as her weight had decreased also. Her strong mind, lost. Lost among a sea of hope and compassion for peace.
"No, Relena… no…" He felt her words melt into his
mind as the static around him strengthened. "No!!!" He screamed, holding her
limp body in his arms, her innocent blood pouring across his hands. Eyes
filling up with anger, he looked around for the other bodyguards.
"Search the buildings! Get a manhunt! I want this man taken into custody!"
Heero yelled, this little event pushing him over the edge.
// Iie… this can't be happening… //
Several hours later
Heero lay in his bed, the sheets wrapped around him. His cold glare hit the ceiling, his mind racing with a million thoughts. He sat up, his head spinning. Cursing himself a thousand times he looked toward the phone, which was ringing. Cautiously picking the receiver up, he put it to his ear.
"Yeah?"
"Heero… I heard about what happened… I'm sorry…"
// Barton… //
"Hn."
"Heero, are you okay?"
"Hn."
"Une called a secret meeting at X-18999 last night. Only the Preventers with high clearance are permitted to attend the meeting. You need to be there."
"I see."
"She's troubled about all the riots that are occurring. All these skirmishes are flaring up again and we have to stop this before this turns into another all out war between the Earth and the Colonies."
"Yeah. I know."
"Do me a favor, Yuy."
"Hn?"
"Call Duo."
"Gotcha."
"Also, the meeting is tomorrow night at 1800 hours. Don't be late." The click of the receiver as Heero hung up the phone made him move as he got up and stretched.
// Something bad is going to happen… //
Picking up the phone, he looked over his address book for Duo's number at the scrap yard. Dialing the number, he waited for Duo to pick up. A small child picked up the phone, and started making baby sounds.
"Hewwo?" Asked the young voice. Heero sat frozen, as he saw a young lady walk over and pick up the phone.
"Gommenasai. Konnichiwa, Maxwell Residence?" Asked Hilde, who's young face greeted Heero. "Oh, Duo! It's for you!" Duo's voice came from the background.
"Who is it?"
"It's Heero!" All of a sudden, a rush of trampling
feet came and rushed over to the phone. Then Duo's face popped up.
"Hiya, buddy!" Heero smirked.
"It's been a while since I've seen you last, Duo. How are things?" Since Duo just ran out of the shower, his long brown hair was draped over his shoulders as he attempted to speak while re-braiding his hair.
"Heh, I've got two young ones to deal with, how about you?"
"Une called a high security meeting and she needs all of us to come back."
"Is it possible that another war could break out?"
"I don't know… but she's calling us back anyway. The meeting is tomorrow night at 1800 hours on colony X-18999. L3 cluster. Don't forget to be there."
"Cool. Anything else up?"
"I'm not sure I wanna talk about it…"
"What's wrong, buddy?"
"Relena…"
"What happened? Did you ask her to marry you like I said you should?"
"No…" Heero said, his monotone voice becoming more serious. Duo's eyes widened.
"No. You're not serious. Do not tell me you shot her."
"I didn't shoot her. Someone else did." Heero closed his eyes, those horrible moments replaying in his mind. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"She…"
"She died, okay?" Another tear rolled down his cheek. "She died before me…. In my arms…" Duo watched idly as Heero broke down into tears. The perfect soldier, crying. Looking at him, he thought to himself that this was a dream, that he would wake up and everything would be okay. But it wouldn't. This was the real thing.
"Duo, I don't know what to do anymore…" He paused. "I never got to tell her what I thought of her… She wasn't someone I just wanted to kill because she got in my way, but I loved her…"
"Heero…" In the background, Hilde was sitting on the couch, listening to the fiasco Heero was going though.
"Is everything okay, Duo?" Hilde questioned as Duo turned around. He nodded his head and she sat down.
"Why… Why?" She buried her head in her hands and also began to sob. Looking back to Heero, he saw that he had dried his tears up and his eyes were as cold as ever.
"Are you okay man?"
"I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Stop it, Maxwell." Heero snapped at Maxwell.
"Kuso! I'm sorry Heero!" Heero looked away from the phone and looked back into the receiver.
"I have to go. I should pack for the meeting." Hanging up, he collapsed upon the bed and buried his head into the pillow, as the hot tears of sadness came down his face like a waterfall.
The Next Night
Lady Une sat at a table, accompanied by many of the Gundam pilots. Duo, Trowa, Zechs, Quatre, and Wufei. Several other women were sitting at the back, and they were Lucrezia Noin, Sally Po,
and Dorothy Catalonia.
"How's the Mars Terraforming project, Zechs?" Quatre asked, his voice cheery as always.
"It's well. We've colonized most of the planet and now new colonists are moving there. It's becoming better than we all planned."
"I wonder where Heero is… he's late…" Duo questioned, looking around." The chatter between the former pilots was interrupted as Lady Une stood up.
"Good evening, Ladies, Gentlemen." She stopped for a second. "I called you all here in a meeting about the assassination of the late Relena Peacecraft-Dorlian. Let me ask for a quick moment of silence for the slaughtered martyr." Silence settled throughout the room, but suddenly the stillness was shattered by the opening of a door. Standing there was Heero Yuy, Pilot of Wing Zero. Eyes all watching him, he strolled over to a vacant chair and sat down.
"As I was saying, Miss Relena Peacecraft-Dorlian was assassinated yesterday at 13 26 hours by an unknown assassin. At this time, Preventer agents from around the globe and from the colonies have reported large masses of riots and they are all calling for one specific purpose: A new leader." Zechs stood up.
"Miss Une, there is nobody else suited up to her position as leader of the Nation."
"Exactly. If we do not establish a temporary sense of rule, the 'Nation' might split up, causing total chaos. I've received these predictions from a bunch of my agents." Suddenly, the video phone rang in the conference room as Miss Une picked up the connection.
"Yes?"
"Miss Une! The colonies have declared independence
from the nation!" Everyone's eyes widened in shock.
"What?!"
"The United Sphere of Organized Colonies was formed earlier today! They are making their declaration speech now!"
"Impossible! Including L6?"
"No, M'am! L6 has resided as neutral due to the entire conflict!"
"That's better than all six sides…" Trowa muttered after looking over this entire problem.
"Have they declared war?" Une questioned, her patience going down the drain.
"No M'am! It looks like they have no mobile suits in their possession."
"Good. Keep monitoring the colonies' status'."
"Aye, M'am!" The Preventer saluted and the link was cut. Lady Une sank into her chair and she closed her eyes, rubbing her temples.
"I was afraid of this…" She paused, pressing a couple of buttons, bringing up a screen. "After I re-drafted you all as Preventer agents, I had your Gundam rebuilt in secret. They're being stored on MO-2, the resource satellite. Since it has been abandoned, nobody ever uses it anymore and your Gundams have been rebuilt and stashed there." The pilots seemed to perk up when she mentioned them, but Une continued anyway, ignoring their change in attitude. As she mentioned the name of the Gundam, the specs and the full view was shown upon the overhead.
"Wing Zero Custom, Deathscythe-Hell Custom, Heavyarms Kai Custom, Sandrock Custom, Nataku Custom, and finally, the Tallgeese III." Due to some other circumstances, we also had a couple of Tauruses rebuilt just in case." She stopped and looked around. "Where's… never mind. So now, we need to establish a working base in MO-2 and get all agents on 'high alert.'"
"Are you all ready?" Une asked, and everyone agreed, to their fullest extent.
"Good. I'm happy."
**Notes:
OH MY GOD!!! AGGHH Please read and review, this is my first GW Fic and I'm so tired right now. Oh, yes… To all those Relena fans out there, her death was not to bash her, this is because of plot purposes. :: hides behind a brick wall to get ready for flames :: ahhhhh!!! Please, give me a chance!!! Oh yes, I forgot something…
DISCLAIMER:
I own nothing in this fic other than the characters I made up: Merian Black, and Elle Parker. Eheh, Mena's my muse… anyway, if you want to own a computer, a teddy bear, a light, a pillow and a picture of my girlfriend, go ahead! Sue me! :: all these lawyers run up to him :: I WAS KIDDING!!! All credit given to whoever. I love the person who wrote Gundam Wing though. Thanks!