Zero Conclusions:
A Gundam Story
Chapter one: "The Summoning of the Heroes"
Fanfiction by Heather Ann, the Kachan.
*I like red and I like blue, I no own Gundam, so you no sue*
In the Year After Colony 198, war had silenced once again for over a year...and mobile suits, including the Gundams, were have thought to be no longer needed. Where there is a waltz, there are three steps, but what happends if the song ends? What beat must be played again?
Heero Yui walks alone through the streets of New York City. He really didn't appriciate being there. He had received an annonymous note telling him to meet a "someone" here, and it conserned his Gundam. As soon as Heero read the note, he had feared for the worst. Because he knew from his last battle with Mariemaia and Dekim, that his Gundam was too gone for repair...that is, unless someone had decided to repair it. The noisy, busy city clouded his thoughts. It was hard for him to focus on his objective. The note said that this "someone" was going to find him. It was usually next to impossible to find Heero Yui, so Heero took that as a direct threat to himself. He didn't want to kill again. Killing would lead into another battle. That was is biggest fear. That was ironic, coming from the "perfect soldier", however, since the war, Heero had grown out of being that "perfect soldier"...not that his personality had changed much from that.
"HEERO!!!!!"
A strong, shrilling voice ripped through the crowd, and hit to Heero's ears like an arrow making its mark. Heero turned to find Relena rushing towards him. He half smiled when seeing her. It had been a month since he last checked on her...three since he actually talked to her. He didn't want to smile too much, making her think that he had changed...but he didn't want to not smile at all, making her believe that he hadn't changed. The feeling of not belonging in the world had taken its toll on Heero, but he refused to allow Relena to see it.
"Heero, its been so long!" She cheerfully called to him.
Relena wanted to hug Heero so deeply, but she didn't know if he'd react the wrong way. So she decided not to. "I can see that you're doing okay." She observed.
Heero nodded. He had been doing a bit better since the wars. He had to get up and move on. He finally got rid of the extra tight shorts he always wore (sorry ladies), and wore more delicate shirts than his usual tanktop.
"Relena..." He whispered.
Relena hadn't changed too much. She had just grown a little more, and filled out more of her expencive clothing. That was enough for Heero to notice. She wore her hair more fancily, and expensive too.
"Heero, I...hate missing you all the time..." Relena looked down as if she were confessing her deepest secret, "Being Vice Foreign Minister, I would like a body guard I know I can trust. I trust you, Heero."
Heero looked down. He wanted to instantly say "YES!". However, with the note he had just received, he didn't feel obligated to abandon the earth for one person-even if that person was Relena.
"Let me think about it..." He finally replied.
The wind seemed to brush his hair as he thought with the guilt in his heart. He wanted to take up that job so bad...
"WAAAAASSSSSSSAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP?????"
A rather loud, familiar voice shattered the romantic vibrations in the air, as Duo Maxwell arrived to the scene. Relena stepped back slightly as Duo wrapped his arms around both the necks of Heero and Relena.
"Duo?" Relena asked, feeling a little lost.
"You know me, gotta make my enterance!" Duo cheered as he released the couple from his grip of death.
Duo too had grown a little. However, his hair was still in that long brown pony tail...and yes, he still had that black leather outfit from the last war.
"Duo, I thought you hated earth?" Heero asked firmly, starting to put a puzzle together.
"Yea, Well," Duo hesitantly replied, "I got an annonymous email telling me that I had to meet somebody here...who'da guessed I'd find you?"
Heero froze. That did not sound good. Duo got a note too? Did that mean... Wait, why didn't Duo say anything about his Gundam? Heero looked at Duo somewhat suspiciously.
"Are any of the others making a special appearance?" Heero asked.
"Yea," Duo replied, "I thought I saw Wufei on the other side of town..."
"Damn." Heero looked down. It was his fear.
"Hey does that mean?" Duo put the pieces together. He knew what Heero was thinking and he didn't like it one bit. "Does somebody want to start another war?"
Spontaneously, the very second that Duo had said the word "war", and explosion could be heard overhead. The trio of friends looked up and their concerned faces faded into pure shock.
"Oh my God!" Relena cried
"It just can't be!" Duo said without thinking.
Heero just gaped his mouth open as he found himself starring at Deathscythe Hell Custom in New York City! The Gundam was openingly attacking the Universe Nations building. Civillians on the street scatter in every direction away from the mobile suit.
"That's impossible!" Duo thought aloud, "Who could have found it?!"
" 'Found it'?" Heero mocked as he glared over in Duo's direction. "Didn't you self-destruct your Gundam like everyone else?"
"Well...That's not important right now!" Duo yelled looked away and then came up with an idea, "I have a separate self-detonate switch right here!"
Duo started to dig in his pocket. He came up with nothing. He tried the other one and only found his wallet.
"Oh crap!" He realized, "I must've left it in my other pair of pants back at my hotel! I'll be right back!"
Heero watched as Duo fled like a bat out of hell...literally. He then looked at Relena. This was no place for her. He picked her up and started pushing through the panicing crowd to her limosine. Relena held on tight, liking that sensation of having Heero carry her too much.
"I guess you're considering that job offer?" She asked with a smile.
"Maybe" Heero replied, as stoic as possible. Mission Failure. "I do it enough already."
A figure tapps at the contols of Deathscythe. She laughs to herself as she lookes at the crumbling building on the Gundam's vid-screen.
"Die." She passionately whispers, "Die because there is no tomarrow."
Suddenly something shoot Hell in the back as it lunges forward. The mysterious pilot smacks her face against the side of the control pannel. She covers her eye in anger as blood dripps onto her hand and hair blocks the view of her face. The line where the blood trailed left a permanent scar down her face.
Deathscythe Hell Custom turns to see what bold machine could shoot it in the back. It was none other than Nataku, and its pilot of justice, Wufei.
"As long as I sense injustice in the world, Nataku and I will be there to stop its rampage to destroy peace!" He yells from his Gundam.
On the street, Heero examins the two Gundams. By the movements, Nataku was definitely piloted by Wufei. But who was the other pilot? It didn't match any pilot he knew...except maybe himself.
Deathscythe Hell now faced its opponent. It recovered from its warning hit in the back and stood itself in a fighting position. It was waiting for Nataku to give the next move.
"Nothing to say, coward?" Wufei taunted to the annonymous pilot, "Come on, coward! I'm giving you the first move. Take it or I'll do it for you."
Deathscythe dare not moved. It patiently welcomed Nataku's attack. It was a long pause (for Wufei) of thirty seconds before Nataku finally charged. Deathscythe anticipated this and side-stepped out of the way. The mobile suit disappeared from sight as Nataku swipped air. Wufei stopped patiently and looked all around him.
"Hey, coward! Have you no pride to finish your own battle?" Wufei called.
Wufei got his wish. As soon as he finished the sentence, Deathscythe's blade was rapidly impacting with Nataku's armor in several quick swipes. The thermal weapon did quite a bit of damage, but Nataku was still potientially dangerous. No way was Wufei ready to give up. Deathscythe backed up a little to recover from its powerful attack. Nataku stepped closer to Deathscythe.
"Wufei," Heero called from the ground into a radio, "don't get so close. Close range and speed is Deathscythe's specialty."
"Baka, I know what I'm doing!" Wufei replied somewhat arrogantly.
Nataku held up one of its dragon claws and sent it directly at Deathscythe. Deathscythe easily dodged the obvious attack, but was then knocked over by the claw coming from the other arm. Deathscythe struggled to its feet. Nataku wound the claws back to their attachments on their arms and whipped out its trident. Deathscythe followed in suite and charged with its scythe in front, not leaving any vulnerable spots to attack. The trident and the scythe clashed and sparks exceded everywhere.
The annonymous pilot in Deathscythe was breathing quite heavily. "I've had enough," She said aloud, "All this energy is being wasted on a fight between allys. Besides, its increasing the number of casualties." The pilot reached over to a somewhat unnoticable button on Deathscythe's control pannel. "I know it's a cheap victory winning like this, but I have to stop this now." The figure pushed the button.
The button caused all of the power in Nataku start to fade. From the flame to the trident, to all of the operating systems in general, Nataku was powering down.
"KISAMA! WHAT'S GOING ON???!!!" Wufei cursed, pushing buttons fiercely.
It did no good. Nataku was an im-mobile suit, now. Just to be sure, Deathscythe made short work of its claws by slicing at the arms . Each arm fell to the earth, one still holding the double-ended trident that it whielded. With that, Deathscythe new pilot had completed its mission: to destroy a building, and to give out five messages... Deathscythe began to walk away from the disabled Nataku.
Duo, casually late, runs next to Heero, still watching on the street. Duo was still panting from his sprint from his hotel and back.
"Its about time." Heero commented, "Did you get it?" Referring to Deathscythe's self-detonate device.
Duo smiled and pulled it out of his pocket, showing it to Heero.
"Quick, use it, while its over the empty Central Park." Heero commanded him.
Duo sighed and looked at Deathscythe with a half-smile.
"Austa la vista, baby." He mumbles as he hits the button.
Deathscythe illuminates a bright burst of light as Gundanium pieces rain upon Central Park. Several animals in the zoo hide in their artificial homes as the pieces collide with the earth, embedding it with holes. The boys ran into the forest of trees: broken and whole only to find scrap metal everywhere.
The began to dig as Wufei, having left his Gundam, joined them to find this pilot. Wufei wasn't dressed in his Perventer's Uniform. It was his traditional Mao suit. And right now, he didn't care about getting it dirty. His hair had grown an inch. Other than that, he didn't seem to have changed a bit since the last war, either.
They didn't know who staged these actions, but if they found that person, then that person would get a serious ass beeting. Especially by Duo and Wufei. The silence of hard work was soon disrupted by Duo, doing what he loves to do when depressed, bitch.
"Awwww...Now I have to build this damn thing again!" He muttered after kicking a small piece of Gundanium.
"I thought we ALL decided to destroy the Gundams in this time of peace..." Herro snapped at the guilty looking Duo, then at the defiant Wufei, "And I thought that the Perventers would keep you busy..."
"They did." Wufei blankly replied, not taking the comment as insult, "But I received a grant to rebuild it incase such a fire, like now, had started again."
"And your excuse?" Heero looked at the now depressed Duo.
"I was bored." He quickly replied, almost sounding like he actually didn't want to talk about it.
"That's it?" Wufei asked it confusion, "What about the Sweepers? What about Hilde?"
"We split up..." Duo mumbled.
"What?" Wufei asked, somewhat surprised.
"She lost her virginity." Duo explained, as he sat down to rest on a large piece of his mobile suit.
"What so wrong about that?" Heero asked, pausing his search too examine Duo. It was a rare, scarry thing to see Duo in this condition.
"I didn't..." Duo barely made out.
"Owch..." Heero and Wufei said in unison. That almost made Duo cheer up again. It was rare that two guys who barely say anything at all, speak up at the same exact time.
Duo got up again and continued his search for the injured or dead pilot. He could hear Wufei grumbling to himself. He was ranting about what he would do to the person that so cheaply defeated him. Duo didn't want to explain how exactly the pilot did it, but he knew he'd have to tell Wufei one of these days. Suddenly, Wufei spoke up,
"Hey! There he is! Kisama, Get back here!" He called beginning to make tracks down, across the streets and into the alleys.
Heero and Duo were right behind him. The trio of pilots easily catch up with the pilot at the speed "he" was running. How can he still run, thought Heero, It took me a month to recover from self-destructing... The fugitive was growing tired, fast, and was no match to any of the trained assassins. The pilot then ran into a busy street, stopping dead in the tracks of an on-coming supply truck. It was better to be destroyed quickly, than by the three of them.
"He's trying to kill himself!" Observed Duo, the farthest away from the pilot.
Wufei, the closest, ran into traffic after the pilot, and slammed himself and the pilot into the pavement so that the supply truck would pass over head. The pair lie there, as the roar of a giant demon seemed to pass by not even acknowledging their existence. Wufei's arm lay on top of a layer of long brown hair...that scent...A WOMAN???!!!!!
The truck finally passed by and the two jumped to their feet instantly. Wufei guided her out of the street. He sensed her moving to run away again, but it was stopped by him grabbing a fist full of brown strands of her hair. That kept her in place...and swearing.
"Konnechiwa, Onna!" Wufei sarcasticly greeted, "And where in the galaxy do you think you're going?"
"Anywhere but here..." She replied, and commenced her cries of pain.
Wufei dragged the girl over to Heero and Duo into the alley, out of sight.
"Nice job, Wufei." Heero said as he examined the girl.
"So, this is the babe that stole Deathscythe..." Duo smiled as he lifted the face of the girl up.
Underneath the strands of long, dark brown hair, was a young, caucasion face. Her eyes were brown with a greenish-hazel tint, that were blank of emotion. Her face was full of clarity, determination, and sort of smiling. Down her right eye, was a trail of blood leading down her cheek, where she had smacked her face into the control panel at the beginning of the fight.
"Damn," commented Duo, liking what he saw, "That'll scar."
"No thanks to Wu-chan." She joked, smiling brightly.
Duo laughed when she used his pet name. That laughed lasted a microsecond when Wufei's hand reacted and yanked the girl's hair back.
"What did you say?" Wufei demanded.
The girl shrilled in pain and began to cuss in every language that she knew so that he would see how pissed she was. It didn't work. So she just continued her screaming of "ow's" and "What the hell was that for?" and added swearing inbetween.
"Knock it off," Heero commanded, "We won't get answers that way."
Wufei agreed and let go of his grip on the girl's hair. Instead, he pushed her against the side of the ally building. The girl tripped over one of her feet and landed into the pavement. She cursed softly and struggled to get on her feet. Duo moved to help her, but he was blocked by Heero's arm, signaling him to stay put. The girl, now covered in blood, AND dirt, faced the boys and taunted them,
"For a man of justice, Chang Wufei, you certainly are rude towards stranger."
"How the hell do you know my name?" Wufei quickly demanded.
The girl smiled and leaned against the side of the brick wall. She was breathing deeply and was barely able to stay concious.
"I know all of your names...Duo Maxwell...Heero Yui...Quatre and Trowa should be here soon...I can feel Quatre's concern a mile away..." She smiled genlty and shut her eyes.
The boys looked at eachother. The girl was ready to pass out, and they're waiting for her to kill them all. They didn't want to underestimate her, so they stayed put.
"Unreal..." Duo muttered, "So what's your name?"
The girl opened her eyes, looking at all three boys.
"They call me...Zero..."
A Gundam Story
Chapter one: "The Summoning of the Heroes"
Fanfiction by Heather Ann, the Kachan.
*I like red and I like blue, I no own Gundam, so you no sue*
In the Year After Colony 198, war had silenced once again for over a year...and mobile suits, including the Gundams, were have thought to be no longer needed. Where there is a waltz, there are three steps, but what happends if the song ends? What beat must be played again?
Heero Yui walks alone through the streets of New York City. He really didn't appriciate being there. He had received an annonymous note telling him to meet a "someone" here, and it conserned his Gundam. As soon as Heero read the note, he had feared for the worst. Because he knew from his last battle with Mariemaia and Dekim, that his Gundam was too gone for repair...that is, unless someone had decided to repair it. The noisy, busy city clouded his thoughts. It was hard for him to focus on his objective. The note said that this "someone" was going to find him. It was usually next to impossible to find Heero Yui, so Heero took that as a direct threat to himself. He didn't want to kill again. Killing would lead into another battle. That was is biggest fear. That was ironic, coming from the "perfect soldier", however, since the war, Heero had grown out of being that "perfect soldier"...not that his personality had changed much from that.
"HEERO!!!!!"
A strong, shrilling voice ripped through the crowd, and hit to Heero's ears like an arrow making its mark. Heero turned to find Relena rushing towards him. He half smiled when seeing her. It had been a month since he last checked on her...three since he actually talked to her. He didn't want to smile too much, making her think that he had changed...but he didn't want to not smile at all, making her believe that he hadn't changed. The feeling of not belonging in the world had taken its toll on Heero, but he refused to allow Relena to see it.
"Heero, its been so long!" She cheerfully called to him.
Relena wanted to hug Heero so deeply, but she didn't know if he'd react the wrong way. So she decided not to. "I can see that you're doing okay." She observed.
Heero nodded. He had been doing a bit better since the wars. He had to get up and move on. He finally got rid of the extra tight shorts he always wore (sorry ladies), and wore more delicate shirts than his usual tanktop.
"Relena..." He whispered.
Relena hadn't changed too much. She had just grown a little more, and filled out more of her expencive clothing. That was enough for Heero to notice. She wore her hair more fancily, and expensive too.
"Heero, I...hate missing you all the time..." Relena looked down as if she were confessing her deepest secret, "Being Vice Foreign Minister, I would like a body guard I know I can trust. I trust you, Heero."
Heero looked down. He wanted to instantly say "YES!". However, with the note he had just received, he didn't feel obligated to abandon the earth for one person-even if that person was Relena.
"Let me think about it..." He finally replied.
The wind seemed to brush his hair as he thought with the guilt in his heart. He wanted to take up that job so bad...
"WAAAAASSSSSSSAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP?????"
A rather loud, familiar voice shattered the romantic vibrations in the air, as Duo Maxwell arrived to the scene. Relena stepped back slightly as Duo wrapped his arms around both the necks of Heero and Relena.
"Duo?" Relena asked, feeling a little lost.
"You know me, gotta make my enterance!" Duo cheered as he released the couple from his grip of death.
Duo too had grown a little. However, his hair was still in that long brown pony tail...and yes, he still had that black leather outfit from the last war.
"Duo, I thought you hated earth?" Heero asked firmly, starting to put a puzzle together.
"Yea, Well," Duo hesitantly replied, "I got an annonymous email telling me that I had to meet somebody here...who'da guessed I'd find you?"
Heero froze. That did not sound good. Duo got a note too? Did that mean... Wait, why didn't Duo say anything about his Gundam? Heero looked at Duo somewhat suspiciously.
"Are any of the others making a special appearance?" Heero asked.
"Yea," Duo replied, "I thought I saw Wufei on the other side of town..."
"Damn." Heero looked down. It was his fear.
"Hey does that mean?" Duo put the pieces together. He knew what Heero was thinking and he didn't like it one bit. "Does somebody want to start another war?"
Spontaneously, the very second that Duo had said the word "war", and explosion could be heard overhead. The trio of friends looked up and their concerned faces faded into pure shock.
"Oh my God!" Relena cried
"It just can't be!" Duo said without thinking.
Heero just gaped his mouth open as he found himself starring at Deathscythe Hell Custom in New York City! The Gundam was openingly attacking the Universe Nations building. Civillians on the street scatter in every direction away from the mobile suit.
"That's impossible!" Duo thought aloud, "Who could have found it?!"
" 'Found it'?" Heero mocked as he glared over in Duo's direction. "Didn't you self-destruct your Gundam like everyone else?"
"Well...That's not important right now!" Duo yelled looked away and then came up with an idea, "I have a separate self-detonate switch right here!"
Duo started to dig in his pocket. He came up with nothing. He tried the other one and only found his wallet.
"Oh crap!" He realized, "I must've left it in my other pair of pants back at my hotel! I'll be right back!"
Heero watched as Duo fled like a bat out of hell...literally. He then looked at Relena. This was no place for her. He picked her up and started pushing through the panicing crowd to her limosine. Relena held on tight, liking that sensation of having Heero carry her too much.
"I guess you're considering that job offer?" She asked with a smile.
"Maybe" Heero replied, as stoic as possible. Mission Failure. "I do it enough already."
A figure tapps at the contols of Deathscythe. She laughs to herself as she lookes at the crumbling building on the Gundam's vid-screen.
"Die." She passionately whispers, "Die because there is no tomarrow."
Suddenly something shoot Hell in the back as it lunges forward. The mysterious pilot smacks her face against the side of the control pannel. She covers her eye in anger as blood dripps onto her hand and hair blocks the view of her face. The line where the blood trailed left a permanent scar down her face.
Deathscythe Hell Custom turns to see what bold machine could shoot it in the back. It was none other than Nataku, and its pilot of justice, Wufei.
"As long as I sense injustice in the world, Nataku and I will be there to stop its rampage to destroy peace!" He yells from his Gundam.
On the street, Heero examins the two Gundams. By the movements, Nataku was definitely piloted by Wufei. But who was the other pilot? It didn't match any pilot he knew...except maybe himself.
Deathscythe Hell now faced its opponent. It recovered from its warning hit in the back and stood itself in a fighting position. It was waiting for Nataku to give the next move.
"Nothing to say, coward?" Wufei taunted to the annonymous pilot, "Come on, coward! I'm giving you the first move. Take it or I'll do it for you."
Deathscythe dare not moved. It patiently welcomed Nataku's attack. It was a long pause (for Wufei) of thirty seconds before Nataku finally charged. Deathscythe anticipated this and side-stepped out of the way. The mobile suit disappeared from sight as Nataku swipped air. Wufei stopped patiently and looked all around him.
"Hey, coward! Have you no pride to finish your own battle?" Wufei called.
Wufei got his wish. As soon as he finished the sentence, Deathscythe's blade was rapidly impacting with Nataku's armor in several quick swipes. The thermal weapon did quite a bit of damage, but Nataku was still potientially dangerous. No way was Wufei ready to give up. Deathscythe backed up a little to recover from its powerful attack. Nataku stepped closer to Deathscythe.
"Wufei," Heero called from the ground into a radio, "don't get so close. Close range and speed is Deathscythe's specialty."
"Baka, I know what I'm doing!" Wufei replied somewhat arrogantly.
Nataku held up one of its dragon claws and sent it directly at Deathscythe. Deathscythe easily dodged the obvious attack, but was then knocked over by the claw coming from the other arm. Deathscythe struggled to its feet. Nataku wound the claws back to their attachments on their arms and whipped out its trident. Deathscythe followed in suite and charged with its scythe in front, not leaving any vulnerable spots to attack. The trident and the scythe clashed and sparks exceded everywhere.
The annonymous pilot in Deathscythe was breathing quite heavily. "I've had enough," She said aloud, "All this energy is being wasted on a fight between allys. Besides, its increasing the number of casualties." The pilot reached over to a somewhat unnoticable button on Deathscythe's control pannel. "I know it's a cheap victory winning like this, but I have to stop this now." The figure pushed the button.
The button caused all of the power in Nataku start to fade. From the flame to the trident, to all of the operating systems in general, Nataku was powering down.
"KISAMA! WHAT'S GOING ON???!!!" Wufei cursed, pushing buttons fiercely.
It did no good. Nataku was an im-mobile suit, now. Just to be sure, Deathscythe made short work of its claws by slicing at the arms . Each arm fell to the earth, one still holding the double-ended trident that it whielded. With that, Deathscythe new pilot had completed its mission: to destroy a building, and to give out five messages... Deathscythe began to walk away from the disabled Nataku.
Duo, casually late, runs next to Heero, still watching on the street. Duo was still panting from his sprint from his hotel and back.
"Its about time." Heero commented, "Did you get it?" Referring to Deathscythe's self-detonate device.
Duo smiled and pulled it out of his pocket, showing it to Heero.
"Quick, use it, while its over the empty Central Park." Heero commanded him.
Duo sighed and looked at Deathscythe with a half-smile.
"Austa la vista, baby." He mumbles as he hits the button.
Deathscythe illuminates a bright burst of light as Gundanium pieces rain upon Central Park. Several animals in the zoo hide in their artificial homes as the pieces collide with the earth, embedding it with holes. The boys ran into the forest of trees: broken and whole only to find scrap metal everywhere.
The began to dig as Wufei, having left his Gundam, joined them to find this pilot. Wufei wasn't dressed in his Perventer's Uniform. It was his traditional Mao suit. And right now, he didn't care about getting it dirty. His hair had grown an inch. Other than that, he didn't seem to have changed a bit since the last war, either.
They didn't know who staged these actions, but if they found that person, then that person would get a serious ass beeting. Especially by Duo and Wufei. The silence of hard work was soon disrupted by Duo, doing what he loves to do when depressed, bitch.
"Awwww...Now I have to build this damn thing again!" He muttered after kicking a small piece of Gundanium.
"I thought we ALL decided to destroy the Gundams in this time of peace..." Herro snapped at the guilty looking Duo, then at the defiant Wufei, "And I thought that the Perventers would keep you busy..."
"They did." Wufei blankly replied, not taking the comment as insult, "But I received a grant to rebuild it incase such a fire, like now, had started again."
"And your excuse?" Heero looked at the now depressed Duo.
"I was bored." He quickly replied, almost sounding like he actually didn't want to talk about it.
"That's it?" Wufei asked it confusion, "What about the Sweepers? What about Hilde?"
"We split up..." Duo mumbled.
"What?" Wufei asked, somewhat surprised.
"She lost her virginity." Duo explained, as he sat down to rest on a large piece of his mobile suit.
"What so wrong about that?" Heero asked, pausing his search too examine Duo. It was a rare, scarry thing to see Duo in this condition.
"I didn't..." Duo barely made out.
"Owch..." Heero and Wufei said in unison. That almost made Duo cheer up again. It was rare that two guys who barely say anything at all, speak up at the same exact time.
Duo got up again and continued his search for the injured or dead pilot. He could hear Wufei grumbling to himself. He was ranting about what he would do to the person that so cheaply defeated him. Duo didn't want to explain how exactly the pilot did it, but he knew he'd have to tell Wufei one of these days. Suddenly, Wufei spoke up,
"Hey! There he is! Kisama, Get back here!" He called beginning to make tracks down, across the streets and into the alleys.
Heero and Duo were right behind him. The trio of pilots easily catch up with the pilot at the speed "he" was running. How can he still run, thought Heero, It took me a month to recover from self-destructing... The fugitive was growing tired, fast, and was no match to any of the trained assassins. The pilot then ran into a busy street, stopping dead in the tracks of an on-coming supply truck. It was better to be destroyed quickly, than by the three of them.
"He's trying to kill himself!" Observed Duo, the farthest away from the pilot.
Wufei, the closest, ran into traffic after the pilot, and slammed himself and the pilot into the pavement so that the supply truck would pass over head. The pair lie there, as the roar of a giant demon seemed to pass by not even acknowledging their existence. Wufei's arm lay on top of a layer of long brown hair...that scent...A WOMAN???!!!!!
The truck finally passed by and the two jumped to their feet instantly. Wufei guided her out of the street. He sensed her moving to run away again, but it was stopped by him grabbing a fist full of brown strands of her hair. That kept her in place...and swearing.
"Konnechiwa, Onna!" Wufei sarcasticly greeted, "And where in the galaxy do you think you're going?"
"Anywhere but here..." She replied, and commenced her cries of pain.
Wufei dragged the girl over to Heero and Duo into the alley, out of sight.
"Nice job, Wufei." Heero said as he examined the girl.
"So, this is the babe that stole Deathscythe..." Duo smiled as he lifted the face of the girl up.
Underneath the strands of long, dark brown hair, was a young, caucasion face. Her eyes were brown with a greenish-hazel tint, that were blank of emotion. Her face was full of clarity, determination, and sort of smiling. Down her right eye, was a trail of blood leading down her cheek, where she had smacked her face into the control panel at the beginning of the fight.
"Damn," commented Duo, liking what he saw, "That'll scar."
"No thanks to Wu-chan." She joked, smiling brightly.
Duo laughed when she used his pet name. That laughed lasted a microsecond when Wufei's hand reacted and yanked the girl's hair back.
"What did you say?" Wufei demanded.
The girl shrilled in pain and began to cuss in every language that she knew so that he would see how pissed she was. It didn't work. So she just continued her screaming of "ow's" and "What the hell was that for?" and added swearing inbetween.
"Knock it off," Heero commanded, "We won't get answers that way."
Wufei agreed and let go of his grip on the girl's hair. Instead, he pushed her against the side of the ally building. The girl tripped over one of her feet and landed into the pavement. She cursed softly and struggled to get on her feet. Duo moved to help her, but he was blocked by Heero's arm, signaling him to stay put. The girl, now covered in blood, AND dirt, faced the boys and taunted them,
"For a man of justice, Chang Wufei, you certainly are rude towards stranger."
"How the hell do you know my name?" Wufei quickly demanded.
The girl smiled and leaned against the side of the brick wall. She was breathing deeply and was barely able to stay concious.
"I know all of your names...Duo Maxwell...Heero Yui...Quatre and Trowa should be here soon...I can feel Quatre's concern a mile away..." She smiled genlty and shut her eyes.
The boys looked at eachother. The girl was ready to pass out, and they're waiting for her to kill them all. They didn't want to underestimate her, so they stayed put.
"Unreal..." Duo muttered, "So what's your name?"
The girl opened her eyes, looking at all three boys.
"They call me...Zero..."