Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, Oh! My Goddess or any of its characters. I wrote this fanfic for my own pleasure and purely entertainment.
To the reader, this story is a wishful project on melding the Gundam Wing universe with characters from Oh! My Goddess. An open mind and unrestricted imagination would be essential to appreciate the story's concept. Don't get me wrong, I believe Keiichi Morisato and Belldandy is a perfect canon pair, I was inspired to construct this tale from the desire to pair two favorite characters from two distinct franchises. Of course, similar with my other stories, a question drove me to make this attempt.
What would happen if Belldandy was to grant Heero Yuy one wish?
Kimi No Kioku
Prologue – Fragments of you
"Heero..."
Her voice drifted through the air, calling out to him, a soft whisper barely audible yet its echoes leave a magnitude of ripples that incessantly raptures his innermost thoughts. He closed his eyes, in an attempt to mesmerize that delicate yet distinctive feeling stimulated by her voice. The emotion unearthed was resounding as it was powerful and vibrating repeatedly into the deepest chasm of his soul.
"Heero..."
He held his breath upon hearing her call out his name once again. It carried a mass of different emotions, her most treasured feelings, as she seemed happy yet lonely, glad but sad, serene though desperate. Who was the owner of this voice? She appears to be carrying an equal amount of joy and frustration. There was longing and grief, there was desire and comfort that he found himself lost amidst the clusters of these divergent sentiments.
"Heero..."
He continued to scramble through the darkness, fruitlessly searching for the source. His chest felt heavy, like all that remains of his heart were held hostage in an iron grip. It was also compounded by a sinister intuition akin to the sensation of a stake being driven and left lodged at the middle of his chest. He gasped with difficulty as if the air around him was being diluted into nothingness.
"Heero..."
The sound of a switch being flicked open caught his attention. Soon enough, a small part of the area was illuminated by a weak, pale light. At the midst of it, he found another individual. Instinctively, he trained his cobalt blue orbs at the other person despite the poor lighting. Base from his assessment, the posture and figure of the individual was certainly female... a woman.
"Who... who are you?" He hesitantly inquired after approaching the lady.
The woman seemed to have heard him as she slowly turned to face him.
"Heero..."
She gently spoke... allowing him to realize that it was her... the very same person he was looking for.
She was the one repeatedly calling out his name.
As soon as his eyes landed on her face... everything went black.
"More units, incoming!" Duo hollered over the radio.
The sound of gunfire filled the air as artillery shells exploded everywhere. The earth was scorched black beyond recognition as smoke continually rose from the obliterated husks strewn across the battlefield. The stench of death and burnt alloy served as a gruesome reminder to all the blood being spilled that painted the skies red without mercy. Wails of the injured, screams of the dying and howls of the surviving are like songs of tribute to the grim reaper who has wantonly harvested a bountiful of souls.
Five mobile suits were all that remains amidst the carnage, five young men continuing their defiant stand, five undaunted wills stubbornly fighting for a belief they held true despite a losing cause. Exhaustion, frustration and desperation were nothing but grievous wounds they have learned to live with. A life of endless battles, a principle forged in the flames of war and a destiny bounded closely to despair.
The fate of mankind hangs on a single thread of hope.
"Trowa! Cover my left flank!" Quatre ordered.
"Roger that." The auburn haired pilot replied while swiftly bearing the massive beam cannon of his mobile suit at the approaching targets.
The moment he confirmed a lock on the enemy, Trowa wasted no time in unleashing the Vayeate 's ultra beam cannon's impressive power. The blue and black painted mobile suit slightly reeled back from the torrential force brought out by the golden yellow lance of pure destructive energy. It obliterated six enemy units, turning them into balls of fire the moment his shot went through them.
"Wufei! Take care of Duo's right border!" The blonde haired pilot then commanded.
"Winner!" Wufei Chang growled as he took careful aim of the swiftly closing enemy.
He firmly gripped the throttle stick to steady his aim at the horde of units moving towards him. The mobile suit's main gun, slowly but continued the buildup of disparaging power before its barrel divided into two equal halves with strands of amethyst energy taking form in the space located at the center of his cannon.
His fiery sable orbs sparkled momentarily the second his targeting sensor turned red. Wufei stole a quick glance on his gun's main power before setting loose a mauve colored ray of death and destruction. A pillar of purplish energy surged forth from the tip of his gun incinerating no less than eight targets that got caught in its path.
"Duo, let's thin out the flanks of the center before Heero makes his move!" Quatre instructed to which the lavender eyed Gundam pilot immediately responded.
"Copy that, Quatre... we're all that's left but they'd be foolish enough to count us out when we're still standing here and fighting!"
Duo Maxwell placed the Wing Gundam Spectre's buster rifle on its left hand before drawing out a beam saber concealed from one of its epaulets. Meanwhile, Quatre Raberba Winner holstered the beam uzi of his Mercurius Mk. III in favor of unsheathing its beam scimitar. The two units swiftly made a pincer assault at the enemy's flanks that had been weakened thru the earlier salvos brought on by Trowa and Wufei. The self-proclaimed god of death quickly slew a path of ruin as enemy targets fell in scores from his frenzied melee. The blonde haired Gundam Pilot on the other hand did not hesitate in unleashing his own sense of judgment as an enemy platoon was swiftly decimated by his mobile suit's beam scimitar.
The Tallgeese III and Vayeate Mk. III never abated in releasing torrent upon torrent of highly devastating concentrated beams. This resulted for their enemy being forced and sifted toward the middle where the Wing Gundam Specter and Mercurius Mk. III are doing tremendous display of combined assault. However, despite such a highly coordinated attack, it was still not enough. For every enemy they destroyed, not only one, or two... but four seemingly took its place. The battle was becoming a fight for attrition... challenging them to the fullest extent of their limits.
Quatre decided he had rested enough... it was time to call their trump card.
"Heero, they're making a serious press after we've forced all of them at the center. It's time."
It was his queue... to re-enter the battlefield once again.
"Mission... acknowledged." He only replied as his mobile suit began making a free fall from the atmosphere.
Soon, a plethora of tactical data rushed into his awareness as battlefield information and options for strategic approach were forcefully fed by his unit's vaunted operating system into his mind. The stream of data was highly taxing and severely dangerous to the untested. However, the brown haired young man was far from being considered as such because he has adeptly mastered the system. It was now but a tool he expertly wields at his disposal to vanquish the enemy before him.
His unit was only but a few dozen meters above the ground when he suddenly halted his descent before pushing both throttles to the maximum. Only a trail of blinding azure was left on his wake as he made an insane rush to the very heart of the enemy's advance. Scores upon scores of the enemy fell due to his berserker rampage. Utilizing the supercharged heat rod concealed beneath the buckler located on his mobile suit's left arm, countless units were viciously lacerated from the slithering whip-like weapon. However, most of his opponents were slaughtered from his ravaging assault with the massive beam sword brandished by his unit's right hand.
His mobile suit... was the incarnate of war and death combined. The unit was painted in crimson which made it highly distinguished and easily recognizable across every battlefield it fought. It was reminiscent to a demon, dripping with blood and reeking with fury as it carved a trail of chaos and carnage on its path. Its eyes were smouldering with rage as Heero slaughtered all that were foolish enough to face him.
The Epyon was a highly formidable war machine… but only to the pilot who could tame its otherworldly capabilities. It manifested the essence of fighting and thinking of nothing else. Ironically though, the Epyon was currently fighting for a cause... one that holds the fate of the entire human race at stake.
He swung the massive beam sword in a wide sweeping slash, obliterating four enemy units in the process. The defeated adversaries exploded all around him, he thought there will be a break at least from the ongoing pandemonium as the enemy seemed to have relented from further assault.
It was only momentarily, before the EPYON System alerted him to a powerful energy signature leisurely making its way towards him. Soon it was revealed to him... a mighty juggernaut emanating an extremely dangerous aura while being followed by a host of its minions. He took the temporary cessation of hostilities to steal a quick glance on his port side monitor only to see in horror that the Tallgeese III and Wing Gundam Specter were sprawled face down on battlefield.
"Stand down... resistance is futile." The juggernaut's pilot softly but coldly commanded him.
'Why... did... this... happen between you and me...?'
"Any further retaliation will only result to the complete destruction of your remaining forces." She calmly and pitilessly warned him.
The Perfect Soldier barely flinched despite her caution… even while in the midst of overwhelming odds staring before him.
'Why... am I left without any other choice?'
"Move aside and let us do what we came here for." She gently spoke in what seems to be her final counsel for him to take heed and back down.
'Why... do we have to be at the opposing sides of the battlefield?'
"I can't let you pass... even if I have to die trying." Heero replied after noticing that the Vayeate and Mercurius are forming up behind him. There were only three of them left to put up any sort of resistance.
"Be reasonable. You are hopelessly outmatched." It was her only response from his last statement.
'Why... do we have... to end... this... way...'
He was left with no other option.
He had to do it.
He had to.
He must.
"I..."
His heart thumped violently upon uttering the first word.
"I... will..."
Again, his heart hammered repeatedly within his chest.
The brown haired young man exhaled deeply to steel his resolve for what he was about to say.
His cobalt blue irises were fixed on the main screen as the formidable adversary loomed ahead of him.
"I... will... kill... you... Belldandy!" Heero bitterly growled before raising his unit's buckler upfront and lunging desperately at the fearsome juggernaut with the Epyon's massive beam sword at hand.
"Mariestella?" Victoria called out while waving one hand to get her attention.
"Yes." She alertly responded, quickly wiping the table clean with the damp cloth on her right palm.
"Here's Mrs. Rockburn's croissant and coffee." Her boss, the owner of the cafe she's working at, kindly instructed.
Mariestella gently took hold of the tray handed by Victoria before making a swift scan of the coffee shop. She smiled after locating Mrs. Rockburn seated at one of the tables near the panel windows.
"Good morning, Heather." She sweetly greeted before gently setting down the croissant and coffee on the elderly woman's table.
"Oh... good morning as well, Mariestella!" The older woman kindly addressed in return.
"Here's your usual order. Is there anything else I can help you with?" She asked.
"I'm all good now, but before you go, Mariestella, you need to look at this!" The elder lady excitedly stated while showing her the lifestyle & society section of the day's newspaper.
"You seem to be in high spirits today, Heather." She noted before receiving the broadsheet.
"Oh... that young man you always talk with! I didn't know he's getting engaged!"
'E-engaged...?' Her thoughts raced as she placed her focus on the words written in bold print.
"Foreign Relations Minister Relena Peacecraft betrothed to her fiancé, Preventer Special Projects Director Heero Yuy."
She felt her heart stagger from an inexplicable pain.
No different from being clenched in a deathly grip... constricting its very essence out from her.
"Who would have thought that Heero will marry the most powerful woman in the entire Earth Sphere? She's one fine young lady too, if I may say." Mrs. Rockburn stipulated.
"I... I... y-yes... I... I agree as well, Heather." She replied, in a desperate attempt to compose herself.
"Mariestella, my child, you seem... distressed?"
"N-no... I... I'm fine, Heather. It... It must be the weather... I... I think..."
The older woman concernedly looked into her eyes before gasping and covering her mouth in apparent disbelief.
"Oh... dear me... I've only teased you both... countless times... but only now do I realize that you really... like him. I'm sorry... Mariestella."
"T-there's nothing to apologize for, Heather. S-something m-must have gotten inside my eye…" She stuttered and lied despite the fact that no particle could possibly breach the confines of her dull, round spectacles.
"H-however, I must leave you for the meantime. I... I have to take my break." She excused.
"O-of course... again... my apologies, Mariestella."
"It's alright, Heather. There's... really nothing to worry about. Just ask Victoria or Lorna if you need anything else, alright?" She told the older woman before smiling once again and bowing subtly.
Mariestella turned her head at the shop owner and gestured through hand signal that she'll be taking her first coffee break to which Victoria nodded in understanding. The young woman felt that both of her eyes were already prickly and misty the moment she made a discreet yet hasty exit towards the backdoor.
'He... He's getting married...' She mused while her heart ached painfully at the news that was unraveled.
'Is... This my punishment...? But I've tried my hardest... to atone for my mistake... is this the price I must pay? This... is just... too much...'
She covered her mouth with one palm to stifle her cry as tears rolled down her cheeks.
'There... there was never really any hope for us...' Mariestella pondered while sobbing in silence.
She was all alone at the backdoor exit of the cafe which was situated along a small and rarely ventured alley. There she poured out all the frustrations and grief residing in her heart after learning that the sole reason of her current existence would soon be lost to her... forever.
The lovely woman slowly removed her big, round eyeglasses as tears streamed down from her powder blue eyes.
They were crystal and warm, spheres of glass that carried every sorrow and suffering of her soul.
A painful reminiscence to the tribulations he had to shoulder and the consequence she had to pay.
Carefully... her right hand slowly reached into the hidden pocket of her pants. Her fingers felt the smooth yet cold sensation of the object before retrieving it from the very nook it was concealed in.
She wiped the tears running down her cheeks using the back of her palm while gazing at the item affectionately.
It was only a quarter before 9 in the morning, with the sun perched peacefully above cotton-like wads of cumulus clouds. The sun's rays sifted and spilled out everywhere... striking the article's centerpiece causing it to sparkle and reflect a surreal radiance.
Mariestella tenderly held the object secure using her thumb and index finger while reading the inscription finely engraved on its underside.
The words were only few, but it enclosed how much she meant to him.
It also brought back all the memories of their wondrous time together.
Those were the happiest moments of her life.
"My loving wife..."
Mariestella softly uttered the first three words inscribed before stopping involuntarily as an excruciating pain appeared from nowhere and seemed to have asphyxiated her chest.
She failed badly to stifle her sobs, she could only wail in silence... for the young man that was her husband... for the love she always carried and nurtured in her heart.
"A man riding a formidable war beast that resembled a demon valiantly stood between the blinded dissidents and the brink of destruction. The fate of mankind's judgment rests on the broken wings of a lost goddess and the love of a mortal who dared to defy her. The heavens cried a river of tears as the ground shook violently from the intensity of their clash. Hopelessness and frustration welled deep within the mortal's heart as he submitted himself to the storming wrath of the unseeing maiden."
"Wait!" Heero frantically hollered... his hand reflexively reaching out at nothing but thin air.
He panted heavily... as his Prussian blue orbs slowly scanned his surroundings.
Once his vision properly adjusted, the brown haired boy heaved a long exhale upon realizing that he was just inside his bedroom. The brown haired boy surmised that it was already morning, if the amount of sunlight tipping out from the slits between his Venetian blinds was of any indication. Instinctively, his eyes darted at the table clock beside his night lamp, the time showed 8:00 am... by his standards it was already late in the morning.
Good thing though, today was a Saturday, just the beginning of his day off.
The Perfect Soldier took only a few minutes to compose himself. The moment he regained his bearings, Heero went directly to the bathroom and took a shower.
'Who is she? My... dreams about her... are becoming more frequent...' He pondered.
The mysterious woman always haunted his evenings, always visited his dreams, and always left that strange feeling of emptiness in his heart the moment he wakes up. As the day passes on, his attention gets averted and his mind becomes focused on pressing matters brought by work... however, it was a different story each time he closes his eyes to sleep. He would hear her... calling out to him, repeatedly. He would search for her recklessly and tenaciously within a dark, seemingly borderless area. She would soon be unveiled... by a pale light, with her back always turned from him.
The moment he attempts to look at her face or even if she voluntarily makes herself known to him... the dream inexplicably ends. He was getting restless... the lady's identity was all but shrouded with ambiguity. Who was she? Why does she always appear before him? Why does she haunt his dreams?
Was she someone he took advantage of?
Yet he never committed into any relationship other than the one he's currently in.
True, the last three or four years of his life seemed hazy... like certain parts of it were missing. But he was certain that he never mistreated or gave false hope to anyone while moving from one woman to another. He was searching for something he doesn't know, he was looking for something he couldn't place a name on, and he was finding something... that could appease that growing void within his soul.
He felt like there was a hole at the center of his chest... on the place where his heart should be.
He was incomplete.
He knew that something was missing.
Yet he had no idea what it was.
From one lover to another... he never committed to any of the women who expressed their adoration for him. Till eventually he decided to stop his pointless searching and settle for the one lady who truly wanted him. Foreign Relations Minister Relena Peacecraft should have been the answer. She was exceptionally beautiful, possessing all the physical traits every man would desire for a woman. Her charm, grace, values and disposition were so astounding that no ordinary man could deem himself worthy of even a passing glance. All men envy him for having her as his. He owns the affections of the most charismatic, most benevolent and one of the loveliest women in the entire Earth Sphere. Yet in spite of that... Heero Yuy still felt peculiarly... restless.
The Gundam Pilot was still in deep thoughts when his subconscious somehow managed to alert him that he was already at the very doorstep of his destination. Heavenly Brew... his favorite, no actually, the only coffee shop he felt at home with, and bizarrely... a certain sense of affinity. The cafe was located a good fifteen minute walk from his modest townhouse. True, the espresso bar was quite popular thanks to the wide range of coffee beans and various brews available due to the expertise of its owner, Victoria Anaheim. But Heavenly Brews was distinguished and truly owes much of its success to the delectable treats exclusively available to its in-house bakery. The choices varied from the usual breakfast buns, croissants and baguettes to mouth-watering cupcakes, personalized donuts and even full-sized cakes.
Mariestella Valkyria, a kind, simple but lovely woman in her mid-to-late twenties is the baker and also works as a part-time waitress for Heavenly Brews on days it is shorthanded. The lady had calm, serene powder blue eyes behind her dull, round spectacles and always kept her long flowing light brown hair into a bun. Heero was never the type of person to approach someone he had no business with but the brown haired young man was strangely fascinated with her the first time she was introduced to him. He complimented the bread that was served to him during his second visit to the coffee shop and the owner, Victoria hastily pulled Mariestella from behind the counter and introduced her to him. Soon enough he found himself unexplainably drawn to her. She was a gentle and caring soul, similar to that of a doting older sister. She always spoke kindly and respectfully to anyone, she was very considerate that Heero realized he found a sense of peace and comfort each time they share their thoughts with each other. During his days off and every moment he had for himself, the Perfect Soldier could be found lounging at his favorite cafe and partaking in a topic or two with the soft spoken woman.
He construed that she was somehow his guardian angel. Her guidance and honest words had that power to soothe his troubled mind. Of course, he never mentioned anything about the baffling dreams he has with the benevolent lady baker. But he was definitely sure of one thing - his time with her had become some sort of therapy for him. Sometimes he thought that she was really heaven-sent to him... as someone who could remove his worries and wearies. Did he ever have any feelings for her... beyond that of friendship?
He wasn't entirely sure. He didn't know if he looked at her as a woman he wanted to be with... or a best friend he could only hope to have... or an older sister who he could look up to at all times. What he was certain with was the fact that seeing her... being with her removes any burdens lurking within his heart and mind. He didn't dare do anything at Mariestella that would cause her to avoid him. He respected her too much. Besides, Heero had been very keen to notice that despite the kind smile constantly present on her lips, there was sadness and loneliness carefully hidden behind her soft gaze.
There had been occasions he had caught her stealing glances at him when she thought he was deeply immersed while reading the newspaper or viewing the scenery across the street from his usual table. The moment his eyes moved to meet hers... she would either smile gently at him or discreetly avert her gaze from him. But that fraction of unguarded moment... was enough for him to see all the melancholy she seemed desperate enough to keep only to herself.
He never had the courage to ask her. He feared that in doing so... he might lose the one person keeping his sanity intact.
"Heero! You... you! I just read from the papers you're getting engaged to none other than Relena Peacecraft!" Victoria greeted as he entered her store.
'So... they announced it... already...'
"Yes... but I didn't know it would be publicized this early." He replied while his eyes darted across the counter in search of someone in particular.
"Oh... you know how publicists work especially when it comes to something as monumental as this!" The cafe owner remarked.
"I'm not a popular person myself... I actually... hate any form of publicity. But if this could help with Relena's plans to run for Supreme Minister, then I guess, I have to lend her my support."
"She's a runaway winner for sure! It's guaranteed that she'll win by a landslide, considering all of her reforms and projects were successfully implemented!" Victoria gushed while smiling at him.
He nodded subtly in acknowledgment to her statement before inquiring for the person he was looking for.
"Victoria... did Mariestella... come in today?"
"Mariestella... she just took her break, you could find her by the alley at the other side of the backdoor. Anything I could get for you?" She asked after directing him to the shop's auxiliary entrance.
"I'll have brewed coffee... black and a slice of tuna pie." Heero answered before moving towards the back exit.
Victoria had given him much leeway inside her coffee shop. He wasn't entirely sure why the owner was exceptionally comfortable with him but the Perfect Soldier could only attribute it to their familiarity with him. The brown haired young man may not be considered a daily patron of the store, yet he was definitely counted as a VIP due to his close ties with Victoria and her younger sister, Lorna and especially with Mariestella of course.
'Why... am I... so anxious to see her today...? Was it because... the heck… why am I now worried of what she'll think after seeing my engagement with Relena?'
His heart suddenly skipped a couple of beats as the next thoughts entered his mind.
'Why... am I... so concerned with what she'll feel? There's nothing going on between us for goodness sake... I'm overemphasizing things..."
He slowly opened the backdoor and exited the shop only to come face to face with an empty alley.
'She's... not here...'
The Perfect Soldier turned his head to check both ends of the alley only to confirm that indeed... he was all alone. Aimlessly, he decided to take a few steps from the porch down to the pathway in hopes of somehow... finding Mariestella.
But she was simply not there anymore.
He walked back and forth along the small alley till his shoe stepped at something hard on the concrete passageway.
Curiously, Heero picked up the object only to realize that it was a ring the moment his eyes landed on its circular outline.
"A ring... this... looks similar... no, this definitely belongs to her... it's the one she's tinkering with when she thinks no one's looking at her." The cobalt blue eyed young man contemplated while remembering the times he discreetly noticed Mariestella feeling and pulling out something from the secondary pocket of her pants.
The ring was simple yet the rows of stones embedded within it exuded a blissful sparkle each time they were struck by sunlight.
"This is not an engagement ring... this is a wedding ring." Heero softly spoke as he continued to examine the jewelry.
'Was she… wedded before… or is she still married?'
He felt the fine etches marked on the ring's underbelly touch his fingertips.
"My loving wife..." The brown haired young man unconsciously uttered after reading the engraving.
His cobalt blue irises widened in visible shock after reading the last pair of words elegantly inscribed around the ring's inner loop.
"Your Heero..." He carefully read while his heart hammered repeatedly inside his chest.
'Who are you really... Mariestella?'
His eyes... unsuspectingly wandered back to the ring's inscription, taking a keen interest on the two words he had yet to mention. Heero wasn't sure if someone... or something prodded him, yet his lips parted and spoke the two words reflexively, unknowingly.
He didn't know why... but the moment the words left him, he felt a piercing pain stab through his chest… like his heart had been broken into a million pieces.
"My... Belldandy."
Author's Notes:
When the mood hits and inspiration strikes... you have to make the most of it. This drove me to begin writing what could be a very compelling series featuring Heero Yuy and Belldandy. However, I'd like to get a feel of the audience first before I move forward with any long term plans for the story. I'm planning a 6k-8k word average on each update, of course, I would never commit to the frequency of release since I'm also employed in a full-time job.
The story would contain action, adventure, romance, drama, humor and suspense. The tone would shift from light & easy to dark & heavy as the tale progresses. It's my intention to have this fanfic be labelled as something quite serious. Please note that I have no aspirations to be a novelist, it's beyond me, I'm fully aware of my limitations but I always imagined myself as some sort of storyteller... a narrator if you will, content to reading something in front of a small crowd.
This is but the Prologue. It is deliberately disjointed... how this comes to this and that ended up to that is something that will be unraveled as each chapter is released. Please tell me what you think, kindly review. Thanks!
A.C. 199, four years ago...
"I will never kill anyone ever again... I... I don't have to anymore..."
'Those words... I spoke them impulsively... Like I was given supreme power to guarantee my future and believe that killing people is something unnecessary after Mariemaia's rebellion.' Heero grimly thought while staring at the lifeless bodies of three terrorists he had mercilessly gunned down a few minutes ago.
'But it was just a farce... because every man has an inherent free will... all of us are diverse. The majority may share the same beliefs but that doesn't speak for everyone... especially those who crave for power.' He opined before gripping his assault rifle tightly as Duo kicked the door in front of them open.
A rain of bullets greeted them the moment the door plank landed at the opposite side of the room. Wufei tapped Duo's shoulder, signaling them that he'll be throwing a flash bang at the gunmen on the other side. Heero nodded in response before the fiery former pilot of Gundam Altron neatly shoved a flash grenade.
The moment he heard the cries of their enemies after being temporarily blinded, Heero quickly rushed inside the room followed closely by Duo and Wufei. He cleanly pressed the trigger after aiming at his targets with seemingly inhuman precision. The REC79B rifle was set to semi-automatic, his controlled fire easily cut down four terrorists with the first two getting nailed by a pair of well-placed headshots. The third was struck dead by two bullets, one at the neck the other a few inches above the chest armour. The fourth met a gruesome end with three bullets penetrating his bare chest.
Wufei displayed less restraint as he riddled two assailants with multiple slugs from his full automatic ARX-167CP. Duo on the other hand, eliminated the remaining trio of assaulters through sporadic burst fire with his G36N assault rifle. Soon as the smoke of battle cleared, only three of them were left standing. The terrorist cell has been completely destroyed.
"This is Special Agent Tundra, all targets have been eliminated. Mission complete, we're good to proceed with the clean-up operations." Heero reported after getting the all clear signal from Wufei.
"Copy that, mission leader, we're sending in the inspection unit." Their operations controller replied before he cut off the transmission.
"That's it for today folks! Time for some well-deserved R&R!" Duo excitedly stated, while looking expectantly at him and Wufei.
"I'd have to pass up. I hate to be seen in places with the likes of you, Maxwell." Wufei callously answered before nodding subtly at him and going for the room's exit.
"Aww… that's so cruel, Wu-man, to think I was looking forward to spending some quality time with yah!" The braided haired former pilot of Gundam Deathscythe retorted.
"No thanks, Maxwell, I'm in no mood for your crazy antics." The fiery Gundam Pilot from L5 declined as he left the area.
"How 'bout you Heero? We could hit the joint and meet some girls… then go places…" Duo trailed while looking at him with hopeful eyes.
"Duo... I'm tired and would rather stay home. I'll probably just order something thru phone delivery." He wearily replied.
"Looks like I'll be going solo once again… really… there's no fun when you're working with guys like knucklehead Wufei and gloomy ol' Heero." The Perfect Soldier heard Duo sulkily noted while he stepped out of the room.
'Perhaps… a bowl of hot ramen with gyoza on the side.' Heero thought as he ignored his fellow Gundam Pilot's ranting.
Thank you for reading.
Let me know what you think. – EZ23