Sister Dear, and Her friend-sincere
Disclaimer: "I don't own Bishouju Senshi Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing!" Suited figures with drawn legal forms nod contentedly and fade back into the shadows from whence they came.
Claimer: I do own this mostly original plot, and my original character, of who you will soon learn of. If anyone wants to use her, which I doubt, all you have to do is ask! ^_^
Pre-somethin' or another....can't remember right now, I'm Losing My INSANTY!!! AHHHHHH!!!! Hinokami runs around in circles screaming in fear!!!!! And for those of you who think the name is familiar, it is! I'm finally back after a much stressful move across country. I know I have two other fanfic's that aren't even close to done, mais(but, for those who don't speak any Francais, ^_^),mais, I don't know what happened to the disks they were on. Sniff. If anyone wants me to finish those, just ask and I'll download them from the internet, if they're still there, and continue to work on them. If not, then I'll just leave them posted until someone wants me to work on them again. Their titles? Forgotten, and The Past Revealed. Check 'em out if you want, and tell me if you'd like more. Now on to the ... um.... the....ummm.....shoot! I still can't remember! Grrrrrr. ^_^*
The room was dark, as if its occupant had forgotten to turn on the lights when it became too dark to see. The thick curtains were drawn, leaving only a sliver of pale moonlight to fall onto the dark green, almost black sheets of the bed on the opposite wall. In front of the dark cherry-wood desk on the adjacent wall, a sillouhette of a girl sat haloed by the glow of her computer screen. The almost desperate sounding of keys quickly being depressed and released was the only sound echoing through the room. Suddenly the clicking stopped as the girl excitedly saved the information she had been striving to find for the last fifteen years. Quickly, the girl ejected the disk as footsteps drew near her door. Holding her breath, she drew her gun from the back of the waist band of her tight, black, spandex pants and aimed carefully at where the head of a person would be if they entered through the door. The footsteps passed and a door down the hall opened, letting loud music sound, then closed only moments later. Letting go of her breath, she mentally scolded herself as she tucked the gun back in to her waist band and covered it with her loose dark green tank top. Turning toward the wall with the bed, she went through a door invisible in the shadows, unless one looked very hard. She returned a few seconds later holding a black duffel bag and emptied it's contents on the bed. Metal rang upon metal, muffled only by the sheets of the bed, as small handguns, throwing knives, and regular sized handguns, like the one in her waistband, fell out. From one of the two side pockets came boxes of ammo. From the other, what looked like a harness, and many straps with holes for cylindrical objects. Taking the harness, the girl strapped it on around her torso. Slipping the ammo into their designated pockets, she pulled the gun out of her waist band and placed it in the loop on her hip. Picking up the two other regular hand guns, she placed one on her other hip, and one above her heart. It's position had saved her life once.
Flashback:
She was running as hard as she could, dragging her partner along behind her through the dimly lit halls, internally wincing at the pain shooting up her leg. She heard her partner gasp and spun around, throwing her partner behind her, simultaneously firing at the uniformed soldier's tag. For some reason, the tag containing the letters OZ was placed with the center of the O over the heart of the wearer. It made for a very easy target. She fired at the soldier without hesitation and watched as crimson bloomed on the tag. She spun around, and was knocked back as something hit her chest above her heart with a thud. She growled and killed the second soldier with less hesitation than the first. Looking down she saw a hole in her jacket where the bullet had penetrated, and a dent in her handgun, rendering it useless. If it hadn't been there, she would have been as dead as the two soldiers on the floor behind her.
End Flashback:
Clearing the memory from her mind, she finished strapping the smaller hand guns to her thighs and calves. Leaving the throwing knives on the bed she disappeared through the seemingly invisible door again reappearing with a bundle of green and black clothes and a trench coat. Depositing the clothes into the empty duffel bag, she slipped the trench coat on, so that it covered her weapons, but flowed around her when she moved. She then skillfully made the throwing knives disappear up her sleeves, three in each. Looking at the screen of her laptop showed it was still on the picture of a tall Japanese boy of 18, with dark brown hair and striking blue eyes. Somehow, he looked implacably dangerous and mysterious. Closing the laptop, she added it to the duffel bag, and put the disk into the inner pocket of her trench coat. She had worked for most of her life to find the information on her brother, and she wasn't about to let it get far from her. After all, he was an extremely hard to locate young man, and it didn't help that she hadn't seen her twin since she was four. Looking over her room, she stuffed the duffel bag into a fold in space her partner had shown her the last time she had seen her. That was five years ago, and nine years after she had lost her brother. The only reason she could use the pocket of space was a bond that she had forged with her partner so many years ago. It had allowed them to sense the others pain, and if need be, they're location. She hadn't felt anything but pain from her partner since she last saw her, but she couldn't sense her location. It was only the pain that had convinced her that her partner was alive somewhere, and she assumed, still on her mission. Dr. M. had told them that her partner had a solo mission that was going to take a while. While her partner was gone, she was free to continue her search for her brother. Sighing, she checked to make sure that all her surveillance equipment was still in the pocket, and let the pocket close again. Leaving her dorm room, she followed the hall to the door, and stayed in the shadows until she reached the parking garage. She quickly walked towards her mint-condition 2000 forest green Z28 Camaro convertible with dark leather interior and jumped over the door into the driver's seat, her coat flowing out behind her. Grinning at the soft purr of the two hundred year old car's engine, she backed out and headed off to the airport, where she would catch a shuttle craft to the Sanq kingdom. It was across the Pacific Ocean, where Crystal Tokyo was once located, from her dorm at the UCLA.
So?!! How did you like my Prologue? (He He... I remembered what that word was! YAY! I still have my insanity!) Please review, and tell me who you think the brother is, the partner is, and what I should name my original character. J/k I think I already know what I'm going to name my original character. How does Nanori sound? Or, if you have a more Japanese name, I am wide open to suggestions!!!!!
Next chapter: All the mysterious people will be revealed, except for maybe one...dunno, it depends on how many reviews I get! And, 'she' finally finds her brother! Yay!