The Addition
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't claim to either. Gundam Wing belongs to its proper creators. I am just some psycho fan who happens to like writing stories. Please don't sue me! (I don't own any of the other stuff with copyrights either)
Author's note: First fan fiction ever…..please be kind.
Chapter One: Arrivals and SurprisesThe pilots were playing poker in the broken down warehouse they called a base. "Are you sure this isn't cheating, Duo?" Quatre whispered. He had never played before.
"Of course not, Quatre. I wouldn't make you cheat, would I?" Duo insisted, "Now what are Trowa's cards?"
"What are you two talking about over there?" Heero asked skeptically. Quatre was about to tell him when they heard a Gundam powering up.
"Come on, Quatre. Let's check it out," Duo said, grabbing Quatre's wrist and dragging him towards the sound. As soon as the other pilots couldn't hear them, Duo said through clenched teeth, "Quatre don't you dare tell Heero what I asked you."
"It is cheating, isn't it?" Quatre asked looking betrayed. Duo didn't answer. The sound was coming from his Gundam.
"My Deathscythe!" he muttered as he climbed up to the cockpit. Quatre followed, trying desperately to catch up. Duo pried open the cockpit. When they peered inside they saw a young girl running her fingers across the keyboard with rapid ease.
"Now let's see," she mumbled to herself, "Jeez this was a lot easier on the computer at home." Duo opened the cockpit all the way.
"What are you doing to my precious Deathsycthe?" Duo exclaimed.
"I wasn't gonna take it, honest!" she said innocently, "I just wanted to see it! I swear!" Duo was about to yell at her when Quatre intervened.
"Let's take her back to others," he said sternly, "She can tell her story and we can decide what to do with her as a group."
"Fine," Duo said reluctantly. He would have argued, but he knew that tone of voice. Quatre only used that tone when he was taking control of a situation. They went back to the others. Duo dragged the girl kicking and screaming.
"This is child abuse!" she screamed.
"I'll show you child abuse…" Duo said.
"Duo relax," Quatre said rolling his eyes, "As for you, shut up. This is merely a safety precaution. Any way YOU snuck in here."
On the way back, Quatre noted her looks. She had shoulder length brown hair all in braids. Her blue eyes shone under her long bangs. Two pieces of bang on either side were dyed blonde. She was wearing a black leather jacket with the Eye of Horus, an ancient Egyptian symbol of protection, on the pocket. Underneath she was wearing a black tube-top with a red ankh, the ancient Egyptian symbol of life, and black leather pants with a shen, the ancient Egyptian symbol of eternity, on the bottom corners. She looks like a female version of Duo, Quatre thought with a laugh.
"It appears we have an intruder," Quatre said when they got back, keeping his take-charge-tone, "Let's let her tell her story before we decide what to do with her."
"Sounds fine," Heero said nonchalantly.
"Now what's your name, young lady?" Quatre said. His voice softened when he addressed her. He could see her fear.
"My name?" she said timidly. Suddenly she looked defiant. "I left my name when I left my home," she said in a tone that could have been Heero's, "I am 13 and I want to be a Gundam Pilot or at least join you."
"A Gundam Pilot?" Duo said, "Why would you want to go and do something stupid like that?"
She stared at him for a moment before her eyes filled with tears. "Because I am your sister," she said, "I was too young to leave on the streets, so I was given to a rich family. My adopted father was an officer for OZ, but my adoptive mother was secretly against OZ. She told me about you. She had followed your history somehow. That's why I ran away."
"I don't believe you," he said coldly.
"Duo, do you still have my locket?" she said softly. He pulled out a small oval-shaped locket and nodded in disbelief. She pulled out a chain and tenderly took the locket from him. After putting it on the chain, she opened it using a small key in the shape of an ankh. For the first time, Duo noticed the imprint of the ankh on top of the locket. She handed it to Duo. He was awed by its contents. Quatre peered over at it.
"Oh my God, Duo!" he exclaimed. Duo dropped the locket so all could see. Inside was a picture of a 2-year-old Duo holding a small baby.
"It was made for me right before our parents died," she said solemnly.
"What do you guys propose we do with her?" Quatre asked shakily.
"Could you leave us for alone while we talk it over?" Heero asked, a little gentler than usual. She nodded. "I don't know you guys, she was raised by an OZ officer," Heero said quietly.
"But she's my sister," Duo pleaded.
"And she was crying," Trowa said.
"She could have been trained to cry," Heero said.
"The last thing we need is a woman to slow us down!" Wufei said. Everyone rolled his eyes. "What?" Wufei asked.
"Quatre, what do you think?" Heero asked, "You're the most level-headed one out of all of us."
"Well we can't send her back to OZ, she could give us away," he began, "So I propose we let her stay, but keep our guard up. What do you guys say?" Everyone agreed except Wufei.
"I don't want an onna here!" Wufei insisted.
"Wufie, buy a clue," Duo said, "No one cares."
"Don't call me that," Wufei hissed.
"We have made our decision," Heero told the girl, "You can stay but watch yourself. Since you were raised by OZ, we have every right to be suspicious."
"Just tell her everything why doncha," Trowa muttered. Heero gave him the Death Glare. Trowa swallowed hard. "I mean honesty's the best policy, heheh," Trowa said.
"What should we call you?" Quatre asked her.
"Um I guess I never thought of that," she said, "Let's see, I guess my last name should be Maxwell." Duo beamed at the thought. "Now what about a first name," she said.
"We could call her Trio," Trowa joked. Quatre, Trowa, and even Wufei laughed. Heero smirked for a split second.
"Hey, not funny!" Duo and the girl said at the same time. This made everyone laugh, including Duo. The girl just smiled and blushed.
"My adoptive mother used to say I put her in a tizzy," she said thoughtfully, "It's a stupid phrase, but it would make a cool name."
"Then I, Duo Maxwell, by my scythe knight thee Tizzy Maxwell!" Duo said in a royal tone.
"Wow," Heero said, "That was incredibly stupid. You've reached a new level of idiocy, Maxwell."
"Who? Me or him?" Tizzy asked laughing.
"Oh no!" Trowa added in disgust, "Now there are two of them."
Slowly, all the Pilots left until it was just Duo and Tizzy playing. "So, who were you raised by?" Duo asked.
"If I told you, you would kill me or use me to find him," Tizzy replied, "Despite my hate for him, I owe him my life."
"Ok, that was deep," Duo said, "Sorry I don't do well with these kind of things."
"I don't care," Tizzy said smiling, "I need to keep my sense of humor. When people get too serious, their souls die."
"So that's why I still act like I'm 8," Duo said, looking thoughtful, "its all clear to me now." Tizzy laughed.
"So what do you think of the War, Duo?" Tizzy asked.
"Well I am a total oxymoron when it comes to the war," Duo said, "Piloting a Gundam is wonderful, but death is my ultimate enemy. Death is an awful concept."
"What is it like to pilot?" Tizzy asked, "Your Gundam amazes me."
"It's wonderful. To have something of that proportion and strength bend to your will is invigorating," Duo said, more to himself than her, "I doubt there is anything like it."
"Wow," Tizzy said, "My dream has always been to pilot a Gundam. It has been my ultimate goal for as long as I can remember."
"So why did you choose to run away now?" Duo asked.
"My mother was discovered and arrested," Tizzy said looking down, "I pretend to know nothing and I also pretended that I was completely for OZ. It was the hardest thing I'd ever done." Tears streaked her cheeks. Duo pretended not to notice.
"Such bravery deserves a just reward," he said grandly, "And your gonna get one!" Duo leapt up and motioned for Tizzy to follow him. "Come on, before the others wake up!" Duo coaxed. She followed in disbelief.
What's he doing? She wondered. Suddenly he boarded his Gundam.
"Come on. This will be fun!" Duo told her. She boarded and Duo explained the controls to her as he started the marvelous machine. She watched carefully, taking mental notes as he expertly maneuvered Deathscythe. To her surprise, instead of just showing her things, he took the Gundam out of the warehouse and into a nearby wood.
After showing her all the controls, he said, "Now why don't you try?"
"A-are you s-serious?" she stuttered.
"Of course I'm serious," Duo said laughing, "I wouldn't deprive my little sis of her life-long dream now would I?" A warm feeling filled Tizzy when Duo called her "little sis". But she merely smiled and took the controls. I'd better brace myself, Duo thought I remember the first time I piloted. To his surprise, she controlled the machine exquisitely. She piloted like she'd was born in the thing. Her motions weren't as fluid as Duo's, but he was still astounded. They played around in the Gundam until Tizzy got tired. They headed back to the warehouse completely worn out.
"I just thought of something," Tizzy said, "Where am I gonna sleep?"
"Um, gee I dunno," Duo said rubbing the back of his neck. He winced. "I guess the couch," he said, "Sorry."
"Why?" she asked wrinkling her nose, "I don't care." Duo nodded. He began to leave. "Duo wait," she said suddenly.
"Yeah?" he asked. She sifted her weight uncomfortably and pushed back a strand of hair.
"I-I love you, big brother," she said shyly. Duo smiled.
"I love you too, little sister."