CrazyRae: Welcome one and all to my story, Zero's Betrayal. What happens when there is a
mass murdering assassin on the loose, destroying government bases including, OZ, Preventers,
and Alliance Bases? What is up with Quatre suddenly showing up after disappearing two years
ago? Is there more to the real Quatre than the G-Boys know? And what's up with Dr. J? Why is
he scared of the assassin?
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE G-BOYS, GUNDAM WING, OR DR.J, though I wish I did.
Yes, Quatre may be a little OCC, but I like him better this way.
Chapter One
Heero Yuy sat in the oval office of Preventers HQ. His dark, chocolate, brown hair fell
into his dark, cold, Persian, blue eyes messily. He wore a pair of black, loose-fitting jeans with
his usual dark, green tank top. His eyes gazed vacantly at the old man in front of him and his
three comrades. He was the infamous Pilot 01, The Perfect Soldier who piloted the Gundam
Wing Zero.
Duo Maxwell, Pilot 02, whose trademark name was none other than Shinigami, was pilot
of the Gundam Deathscythe Hell. His long, light brown hair was pulled into his trademarked
braid that fell just pass his waist. Dark, cobalt, blue eyes were filled with the ever-existent
mischievousness. He wore a pair of black, slightly baggy, jeans and a white tank top that was
covered by a pure, red, button up shirt.
Trowa Barton also known as The Silencer, Pilot 04, piloted the Gundam Heavyarms. His
tan, brown hair still stayed in the strange style, with his bangs hanging over one of his dark,
forest, green eyes. He wore light, blue jean pants with a dark, blue, long-sleeved shirt.
The Solitary Dragon, otherwise known as Wufei Chang, was Pilot 05, and piloted
Natuka. His jet, black hair was slicked back, and pulled into a tight ponytail at the nape of his
neck. Onyx, black eyes held its usually high amount of pride. He wore loose-fitting, dark, blue
jean pants with a white, button up shirt, which was open and showed off his bare chest.
Yes. There was only the four of them. Quatre Winner, Pilot 04 of the Gundam
Sandrock, had disappeared about two years ago without a word. Everyone missed the
kindhearted, slightly naive blonde whose empathetic, blue eyes could read almost everything a
person felt or thought.
"This is an urgent mission. You must find and capture Zero. This assassin had destroyed
fifty, government bases that have been stationed on Earth and Colonies L1, L2, L3, L4 and L5. It
seems that this assassin is doing it just for fun. The bases have no connection to one another, not
one that we've been able to detect. OZ, Preventers, Alliance. Name the organizations and Zero
has destroyed at least five bases to each organization." Dr. J said.
Dr. J was an aging man. The top of his head was bald, and the hair around this head was
snow white, matching his mustache and beard. Black, lenses from sunglasses covered his eyes.
He was wearing simple khaki, tan pants and a white button up T-Shirt underneath a lab coat.
"So this Zero has been killing random people?" Duo asked aloud, disgust filling every
inch of his body.
"Seemingly, yes. I want you boys to catch Zero before OZ or any other organizations do.
Do you Accept or Decline?" Dr. J asked.
There were four voices saying the same phrase.
"Mission Accepted."
The four nineteen year old boys stood up and walked out of the room, missing the slow
smirk that formed on the old man's lips. His eyes held a glint of revenge.
I will finally get you back for your treason, he thought, Poor Zero. You wont know what
will hit you. This time you wont be able to disappear. This time...you wont resist the
temptation.
He finished his thought, his mind flashing to the tool that would get Zero to snap.
Heero and the boys stepped out of Heero's dark, green jeep. They glanced up at the
Winner Mansion that they have been occupying for the past two years. When Quatre left, so did
his servants, so the boys had taken a liking to the house, and kept it up and running.
The teenagers all sighed inwardly at the thought of the long, forgotten boy. They
wondered how he was. Had he change? Was he even living? Why did he leave? Did he finally
get sick of us? Did he finally get sick of the way we could be deadly one minute and arguing the
next without a second thought?
They slowly entered the house only to stop and pause. The four of them turned to gaze at
the opened door. The looked at each other in realization. Someone was in the house.
They each pulled out their guns and slowly, cautiously entered the house further. That's
when they heard a slightly husky voice speaking to someone.
"Yeah. I haven't been able to find her anywhere. No, she hasn't called me in a month.
Oh...I'm at one of the Winner Mansions right now. Earth." the voice continued the deep
conversation, seeming unaware that this was the house of four of the deadliest people in the
universe.
The boys slowly walked behind the large chair that had faced a window. A loud sigh
came from the person sitting in the chair.
"I don't know. I'm sure she's alright. She's tough. She's not going to die at such a
young age and you should know...." the voice paused, as did the guys.
"Look I'll call you later if I get a call from her. If I don't within the week I'll come
home." the voice whispered.
There was a beep and silence filled the air.
"I've been waiting for you guys." the voice said.
The chair moved back a little bit as the figure stood up and turned around. As soon as he
did, the group gasped.
Standing there, in front of them, was Quatre Winner. His hair was still the messy, blonde
it was. His eyes seemed to hold a little bit of sorrow and regret, but still seemed to hold the
innocence he was known for. He wore a pair of simple, tan, khaki pants with a red, half-
turtleneck sweater. A soft, sad smile tainted his lips.
"QUATRE! WHERE IN SHINIGAMI'S NAME HAVE YOU BEEN?" Duo yelled,
being the first to react at anything.
Quatre blushed softly before his eyes gained a stronger glint of sorrow. He looked down
at his feet.
"I'm sorry. I had an urgent message from an old friend of mine. I was so worried that I
left. I wanted to come back, but...things happened." he trailed off, his hands were clenched into
fists.
They guys noticed his eyes were filled with pain and seemed to be holding back tears.
Slowly they disappeared as he looked up at the ceiling and around with a soft, smile on his lips.
"I see you kept my favorite house up and running. I figured you guys would've forgotten
about me." he sighed.
"Why would we forget about you?" Duo asked, his eyes filled with hurt at feeling that he
would think that.
"I always felt like I held you guys back. I felt weaker than you guys. I felt like I always
got in the way of our battles. I thought I had only interfered with my kindness, when it wasn't
needed. That's one reason why I stayed to help them." he trailed off again.
The four guys stood in shock at the bluntness of him. Physically he may not have
changed, but mentally he seemed to be different.
"You never got in the way Winner. You actually stopped us from killing each other.
You were the only feeling of security and innocence that we had lost during the war, yet you
kept yours." Wufei surprisingly stated.
Quatre gazed at the ground then looked back up.
"So we are still friends?" he questioned.
"OF COURSE WE ARE FRIENDS!" Duo cried out, flinging an arm around his
shoulders.
The three silent guys nodded in agreement.
"WOOHOO! This can be like old times. We can stay up all night, annoying the crap out
of Wu-man and Hee-chan." Duo chattered on.
Quatre's eyes saddened again.
"As great as it would be. I'm only staying for a week. I need to get back home. The
others are going to be angry. Especially if I come back empty handedly." he sighed.
Duo: "Home?"
Trowa: "Angry?"
Wufei: "Others?"
Heero: "Empty handed?"
The four boys asked curiously. Quatre again looked down.
"Sorry. I know I hurt you guys, but I'm wrapped in so much fighting I can't get out. I've
been living on Colony L7. I left trying to find a friend who left on a suicidal mission without a
word. The others are my friends up there. There nice people. They are like you guys...yet
different. I wasn't suppose to leave, but I told them I would anyways. So if I don't find my
friend soon, I'm in trouble." he said, sighing at the thought of what the others will do.
Quatre shook his head and smiled.
"Why don't we get some sleep? We'll catch up in the morning." he suggested.
The guys nodded hesitantly.
He's hiding something from us, Heero thought, and I will find out. No one shows up
after missing for two years.
The guys went to their rooms and laid down. Each went to sleep with heavy thoughts in
their minds.
Far away, standing outside of a burning base stood a figure. Short, quicksilver hair
stopped just above dark, crimson red eyes which held sorrow and slight regret. Blood stained
her fingers, cheek as well as cuts tattered loose-fitting, Chinese, fighting robes. The robes were
a pure black, a large, oversized Z was on the back in a blood, red color.
I'm sorry, the figure thought, I'm sorry. Zero has returned and will take no prisoners.
The though left the figure's mind as he collapsed on the ground after walking into the
shelter of a thick forest. He laid there, letting the screams fill his mind, a smile ran over his lips.
"Payback is a bitch, and so am I." he whispered, before drifting into his subconscious.