Hey guys! So I'm in med school and now and this is just an idea to help me organize my thoughts outside of the stress of school. To be honest, I was driving to atlanta to see my boyfriend and was thinking of this little dribble drabble in my head and it kinda grew into a full blown storyline over the 8 hour drive!
But I'm not too sure if I want it to be a story yet or not, but I'll you guys be the judge of it, because I'm terrible at judging myself and don't know when to quit so if it sucks, by all means lol let me know. I'll make sure to post a few chapters through this week and you guys can let me know what y'all think. Also there are a few OC's in here so if they bother you, I really wouldn't read this!
Ps- planning on moving this to Ao3 if y'all really want a story to be made out of it! Have fun reading!
Two females stood stoically before them, one just slightly shorter than the other but nonetheless lithe in form. Arms folded behind backs, eyes locked on imaginary prey hanging in the distance; their expression caught in a statuesque fashion showing neither pain nor pleasure whilst the surgeon general explained their purpose to the new war against peace to the gundam pilots.
Each pilot quietly eyed this self esteemed Doctor, as he articulated his plan through ragged breaths. Lady Une called each of the Preventers here today to discuss newly designed weaponry and here they stood for almost an hour listening to this physician juggle similes up and have a conversation with himself over medical jargon; none of the men knew the exact age of the doctor but he wasn't extremely agile, as to not pose a threat to any of the younger gentlemen. Each of the pilots couldn't tell if he meant to claptrap on and stumble over the same concept multiple times or not, but he did and so he driveled on about the two females.
"So like I was saying, the two standing in front of you are just test prototypes-"
The blonde pilot cleared his throat as he spoke, "Test prototypes? I apologize Doctor, but I thought we were here to discuss our potential arsenal. And you speak of these young ladies as if they are of experimental value as well as if they are weapons themselves; we are now in an era of equality and humanity. Excuse me for being bold but these two ladies are human, are they not?"
The doctor nodded understanding the man's confusion, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, "Yes yes of course, but these ladies are not to be sneezed at-"
"They are women." The Asian fighter spat out, "Nothing more."
The braided pilot faltered at this comment; he knew bringing Wufei along would be a mistake of the age. Every time the man opened his mouth, a new enemy would suddenly appear and if it wasn't for the fact that he was such a calculated prick, people might take his coarse diction as a jest. Let alone if the situation involved women; you could hand the man a date on a silver platter he'd turn it down with sword in fist and a scowl on his face. Nevertheless, the doctor merely snorted at the Asian fighter's "observation". Removing the thick rimmed bifocals, the doctor slowly turned to the girls, their posture didn't waver from the stone like appearance from before.
"O," the doctor coughed out, "will you kindly demonstrate for these gentlemen a smidgeon of the training you've been through." A pair of lavender eyes dotted profound with thick lashes, skittered across the doctors face before he punctuated the demand with an open hand gesture. Agent Yuy noted that the other set of eyes, belonging to her friend, didn't stray from the location from where both were originally resting. All was still and the gentlemen surveyed the elderly doctor's hand as it began to return to it's spot, at his side. Before the doctor could lower his hand though, the lavender eyed "woman" as Wufei had so kindly stated, had phased out of her designated placement, leaving her partner still rooted in place. Shock hit Heero, bewildered at this girl's reflexes, he snapped his focus onto his gunbelt, hidden beneath his shirt ready to -
"What the-" Heero felt sick to his stomach, the adrenaline began to course through him when his fingers latched onto the empty gun holster. No! Where did it go? Heero's mind reeled as he scanned the ground beneath his feet, searching for answers that would never come until he heard a light tap of the metallic flooring. His eyes cast up through his brows only to see the lavender eyed girl standing exactly where she was prior, just as emotionless, a gun poised perfectly in her hands. His gun.
"Shit!" Duo's language rang throughout the chamber as the girl's lavender eyes raced from one pilot, to the next. Her face still extremely bland and her posture was extremely relaxed as well, all except for the butt of the gun held in between both hands. She seemed to be sizing each of them up meanwhile Quatre was attempting to form sentences, think of ways to get them out of this hoax or maybe bide some time. But Wufei was the first to open his mouth making haste in letting this particular female know all about where he stood in the food chain.
"You bitch. Don't be a coward! Shoot us!" He bellowed, still frozen in his tracks. He verbally begged for death, but Heero knew that this was a sham. If he could get her to shoot, it might catch her off guard just long enough to disable her. But she remained still.
"Why are you doing this to us?" Quatre tried to reason, only to have her toss a quick, disinterested glance back at the heir. What is this girl? I can't get a read on her. Her muscles were relaxed and natural as if she was conditioned to murder; a sociopath maybe, void of all emotions.
Each of the men stiffened as they watched a single digit leisurely drag the safety back, their muscles quaking at click the gun made as the safety had reached it's destination but caught in the moment of whether or not to move. Moments passed as the air remained thick, not one muscle twitched amongst the younger men in the room.
"What is the meaning of this!?" The blonde pilot spoke again, eyes darting towards at the doctor who was still turned, showing his backside to the onslaught about to occur.
Lavender orbs darted to and from each target, ignoring the diplomatic man. She was located less than 20 paces away from the gundam pilots, and that was plenty enough distance to rip that gun from her grasp. A low grumble erupted from Trowa when he made a snap decision to dodge left and then run straight for her.
BANG
The bullet cut through the air, stopping the tallest of the pilots in his tracks. Quatre's blue eyes went wide with terror, still staring at the silver barrel of the gun that just released fire. Neck twisted, Quatre looked to the left towards Trowa, fear for his friend swelling through his eyes as he visually scanned his friend for an entrance wound, exit wound, anything that would harm him. The doctor slapped his calloused, arthritic hands together in what someone could only surmount as a slow clap. With the movement and grace of a cat the girl had shot the gun and then kneeled to place the gun on the ground, as gently as she took it. From there she lightly pushed her body from the flooring and her posture returned to that of the beginning, of a well worked soldier.
"The fuck was that?!" Duo exclaimed after shock had freed him from his backwards position.
"Trowa, you're-"
"I'm fine, Quatre." Trowa bit at the worried remark, his eyes narrowing at the girl who just grazed the right lateral side of his neck. He reached up to feel the cold sensation the bullet left behind only to realize, there was no blood - just a mild rash arising from the heat of the gunfire. Quatre threw a glance from his friend to the lavender eyed girl, still in quite a bit of unassuming horror.
"Who are you?! That was inhuman!" Duo said, whilst Wufei clicked the safety off his own gun, bullseye on a kill shot for the doctor.
"I'm exactly who I said I was, and these are my test prototypes that could potentially help each of you out with the rise above new OZ or whom ever they claim to be." His arm extended towards either of the females as he kept rambling, "And you haven't even seen the best part so I wouldn't be too keen on that action yet, Agent Chang." The doctor alluded to the target he was making himself out to seem, as he made his best arthritic finger gun and pretended to shoot the Asian man.
"Your fembot just tried to make us swiss cheese, Doc! Try and explain why we shouldn't off you!" Hand resting on his own pistol, Duo's trigger finger ready to go at the wrong whistle of the old man's lips. The doctor, who at this moment seemed more clinically insane than he did intellectual, simply straightened his back the best he could and paid close attention to Duo with a smile resting beneath his mustache.
"I don't see why you should. As the amazing gundam pilots you are, I only see peacekeepers and new age hippies." Focus narrowed as the old man's mustache wiggled when he spoke, "Besides your friend is not dead nor has he been made into any kind of cheese." Wufei audibly groused, his hold on the gun never slipping as Trowa's hands balled into firm fists.
"As sardonic as that may be, please do not mistake our benevolence for inanity, Doctor." Quatre's eloquent speech was luring but even then, the blonde pilot felt ill as began to lose his composure; his lips forming a tight line with each word that laced his tongue. There was a silence, punctuated by taxing respirations and who could stare harder into the odd Doctor's face. The girls' eyes however, were still locked onto the same position they have been for the past few moments; still relaxed, but ready to jump at the drop of a hat. It was then, that the doctor bounced and his hands came together in a prayer like formation as if he had an epiphany of some sorts.
"Ah yes! Agent Yuy, would you like your pistol back!?" Gleefully, the Doctor's eyes lit up and Duo looked at Heero with incredulity, then he threw it to the gun on the floor.
"THE FUCK!" Duo was always good at expressing emotions with blasphemies thrown askew.
"This is a trick." Heero muttered out, his blue eyes located on his gun resting at the female's side. Wufei's voice gruff and hurriedly chimed in, a little too eager.
"They are luring us into a trap."
"No, no, no! No trap!" The doctor stated matter of factly, raising both hands in defense, "Just know what's coming and I'm trying to help Lady Une and the Preventer's out!"
"Fuckin' Une, man." Duo rubbed his temples as he fell into a more relaxed state. "Q, man. What do you think about this ol' coot and his fembots?" Agent Winner, had regained his poise and the small smile on his face indicated that he didn't really feel well about progressing much with this so called doctor, although he did say he had information about future enemy arsenals. Quatre was suddenly very aware of the placement of his hands as he lay them at his sides with ease making sure to make no hasty motions as to agitate anyone in this situation.
"Do you know exactly what's coming for us, Doctor?" The blonde headed pilot stood really his head slightly cocked to one side, eyeing the doctor in his periphery.
"No. Not exactly, but I have an idea!" The doctor stated once again a little too passionate about his life endeavors.
"We will talk, then." Quatre's head bowed in a single languid nod; deciding to see what information this physician could give them while disobeying that blaring red halt sign in the back of his head. It could bide them time, just in case they aren't who they say they are in this moment; he wagered, "However, it must be somewhere neutral, Doctor. After all, this will be a meeting relating to business I hope and this location is very much one sided." The Winner heir alluded to the belly of a hangar they were located within, too much room around and no where to have the upper hand just in case of an ambush. The expression on Quatre's face seemed to lighten although his attitude did not follow as easily, he needed to speak to the others now. The doctor was ecstatic as he hobbled up to the blonde pilot to discuss business-meeting plans.
Heero never took his eyes off of the taller girl, the one who stole his gun. She hadn't moved a muscle, not a cough, not a sneeze, not even a muscle twitch. Otherworldly. He didn't like it. He straightened his spine as he lowered his stare to his gun, resting at her feet. Pressing his shoulder's back, he took a step forward locking his eyes on the lavender eyed female - she didn't move. He took another step in time with the first, swinging his left leg a little more naturally to put himself even closer to the girl and his gun - still no movement, was she even alive? Agent Yuy took several more steps, closing the gap between himself and the gun - the female didn't even bat an eye at the motions. Still uneasy, he bent at the knee to nimbly sweep his personal weaponry from it's resting position on the floor, only to return it to its empty holster at his side.
Hearing the metallic click of Wufei's safety, Heero also felt fairly certain the girls were no longer a threat to them. Actually if it wasn't for the slight rise and fall of their chest, no one would've been the wiser to have mistaken them for actual robots.
Duo stepped forth, coming to rest at Heero's side, choosing to stand directly in front of the shorter girl. Taking note that her eyes were a lack luster blue, almost gray, he also mentally jotted down that she reacted to no movement as he waved a hand in front of her face.
"Dude. Are these girls even around? It's like the lights are on but no one's home, well until Einstein waves his hand I guess." Duo tried to reason with his own logic, the stony pools staring directly through his ribcage. Trowa joined his two comrades just maybe not as close knit to the girls, leaving Quatre to listen to the Doctor drivel on about a new electric beam he's been working on. This was an odd situation, they had been attacked and yet something felt off about the entire thing. He couldn't seem to put a finger on it. Everything should've logically screamed threat but he didn't see the girls as a hazard even after the gunshot, but maybe they were. Maybe it was the laissez-faire doctor's energy flowing through out the room, he wasn't sure. Then, he saw the first human reaction in the shorter pilot, her hands drew back into fists as she zero'd in on the close proximity of the man in front of her.
"Hey Duo, how about we give the girl some air." Trowa's voice poignant with each word he drew; he still was unsure. He could've been shot and while it wasn't really on his list of things not to accomplish today, he really would rather not.
"Yeah yeah, alright man." but before he could physically back away, he inhaled deeply and bent down intentionally in the shorter girls face to make sure he locked eyes with her. Trowa noted that her eyes didn't move from the level plane they lay on, but her knuckles were begging to blanch and he could've sworn he saw her jaw twitch. The black pupils held within gray, dilated as he came to rest with his hands on his knees, his eyes spot on her lifeless orbs. Watching their teammate, merely inches away from a prospective death trap, Trowa and Heero held their breath as Duo held her unwavering gaze. Moments passed by, her fists still tense, they both seemed to stare at one another, Duo's eye ogling getting more and more challenging as he just stood directly in the line of fire. His tight lipped gawk growing intense as brows knit together and tears began to well up upon his lower lash line and it was only then, after a long pause... she broke.
So I know I didn't utilize too many descriptive words in this chapter as far as the "fembots" are concerned - there was a reason for that. In this chapter I wanted the girls to be seen mainly for their eye color and not based on boob size and blahdy blah what have you. I will definitely get more descriptive as the story progresses because I feel like I enjoy immersing readers in the atmosphere of the story line, I promise, but for now let me know what y'all think about it in the comments and I'll make sure to not waste your time on a silly story!
Thank you for reading!