Italian gw fic.
First off, this is quite different then the normal series. Trowa and Heero are the only Gundam pilots. Duo, Relena are both orphans who helped to build and repair the gundams. Wufei is an innocent bystander who gets caught up in the scheme of things. And Quatre is the world's Number one person to promote pacifism. Don't forget that Duo, Quatre and Wufei haven't had any training, their just normal teens. Not Gundam Pilots. All the other people are still the same. Got that? If you don't, no worries. It'll hopefully make sense later on.
BTW. My Italian sucks, I got it out of an English/Italian dictionary, so bear with me
^Translations^
//thoughts//
Written statements or read off a screen
Trowa raced through the streets, his home city on earth had been invaded by Oz. He had been sighted and the few hours he had spent with his Italian friends was not enough. His presence had been found, and he was running for his life.
//so much for a nice and relaxing time//
Several foot soldiers followed shouting in English, the inhabitants on the streets staring curiously. They, however, had all disappeared when the first shots had been fired. Trowa pretended he didn't speak English.
"Stop Gundam Pilot!!"
"Non sto arrestando per voi la gente!" ^I am not stopping for you people! ^
Trowa yelled back, he was rounding the corner when someone pulled him into the shadowed alcove of a door way. Thinking it to be an enemy, he immediately broke their weak grasp and turned on them. A feminine voice spoke up urgently.
"Non muoversi, gli uomini difettosi non li troverà se il you lo segue. Venire rapidamente" ^don't move, the bad men will not find you if you follow me. Come quickly^
Following the strange girl, Trowa moved through the dark, keeping one of his hands in her shoulder so he didn't get lost. The floor angled sharply and they were soon heading down. The air got colder, and the pilot's skin prickled with goose bumps.
Suddenly, they were hit with bright light as the tunnel opened up into a huge cavern of a room. Dominating the center of all this, was a half-finished Gundam. Gasping with surprise, Trowa stared at it. The girl gently took his arm, leading him toward the back of the hanger.
"Prego dirmi che parliate inglesi" ^please tell me you speak English^
Trowa asked.
"Don't worry Mr. Pilot. I speak gooder English then you do"
Trowa was about to reprimand her when he saw her eyes twinkle. //She's toying with me//
Still leading him, the girl stopped at what appeared to be a Taurus suit, yet there was distinct differences between the two.
"I up-graded it in several ways. The machine turns on a dime, the weaponry can penetrate any armor, even gundainium. Very useful. Oz didn't bring any suits with them because you didn't bring Heavyarms. Blah Blah you get the picture."
"How do you know all this?"
"When I uh…accidentally… hacked into Dr. O's secret files, I learned of the two Gundams and Operation Meteor"
"So you were trained as a perfect soldier?"
"Hah! They wouldn't hear of training a girl to do a man's job. So I used blackmail, warned them I got training, or Oz got some un-wanted information. So they said I could build Gundams, but would not train me. So build Gundams I will."
"And you are…?"
"Relena Dorlian, I work with my friend Duo, but he went to look for some power conduits"
"I have never heard of you before"
"Very few have. We're both pretty shy, you should get going Mr. Pilot, you have missions to attend to"
Trowa nodded, and left the hanger.
~*~
Wufei Chang watched as people moved around the marketplace. He sighed with boredom and took inventory of his fathers shop for the tenth time. Every herb and poultice was still there. No customers were coming anymore; business had dried up in the last few years during this stupid war. Wufei wished something would happen.
He had fantasies about running off to become the best Medic for the Rebels the world had ever seen. He would save everyone he came across, make fabulous cures that would save millions. But they were just that, fantasies. While he was a very accomplished medic, his father was extremely stern about him staying home. Wufei had complained that he had learned everything his father had taught him, so he should go to university and become a doctor. He had argued that no one used herbs anymore and wanted to learn more of conventional medicine, more then what he had learned from the library database.
His father won that argument. Wufei was too young, too inexperienced in his fathers eyes. //If only I could help out in the war, I would get more experience// He un-knowingly returned to his previous dream of winning the war for humanity.
~*~
Heero Yuy brought the collar of his coat up to meet the brim of his hat. It was dangerous to be out in public like this, but he needed to get more ammunition. And this was the only place the Black Market trader had agreed to meet. Although this was not his favorite place, this was where he needed to be to get the requirements his mission called for. No matter what way you put it, Heero had to be here. Guns and ammunition was strictly prohibited under the laws that Quatre Winner, an extreme pacifist, had declared several months ago. The people, sick of wars and killing, had gladly obeyed. But Heero and his Allie Trowa were not of the people.
Somehow Oz had managed to escape the law as well, much to the world's annoyance. Heero thought this should have got the civilians to put their trust in the Gundams, whose sole purpose was to destroy Oz. However, the 'people' only wanted the killing to end, not really caring if Oz ruled them or not.
Trowa said he saw it their way. The population of Earth and the Colonies didn't see the bad side of Oz. They only saw the Oz that had restored communication between the colonies and was promoting peace. Heero stubbornly couldn't see it that way. He could only see his hatred of Lady Une for decepting the colonies and anything associated with Oz.
Trying to remain inconspicuous, Heero continued through the market trying to find the place he was to meet his 'friend'
~*~
Wufei picked right up on the strange man. He was about his size, with a good build and a mess of brown hair. After watching the crowds for several years, you get to learn what to expect. This guy was definitely out of place. He looked tense, maybe even anxious, with an air about him that made everyone get out of his way. He looked like he had a goal in mind.
This person captivated Wufei; he was like a change in scenery. From a boring flatland to a colorful world of flowers and jungles. He was wearing a black overcoat, another rarity, which went almost to his ankles; the coat collar went to the hat that tried vainly to cover his hair. He looked around, trying to find something, and then his gaze fell directly on the Chinese boy.
His eyes were a Prussian blue, a color Wufei had never seen before, but it was the look about them that scared him. Cold and un-feeling. Wufei's terror grew when he walked toward him. //What does he want? //
~*~
Heero was frustrated. His contact told him they would meet in a private place. Sho-ju Avenue was anything but private. He turned toward the only stall that didn't have people swarming over it like flies to honey, and tried to ask the boy there where Sho-ju Avenue was, this most certainly wasn't it.
But the look in the kid's eyes stopped him. They were filled with fear; not exactly fear for his life, but fear of what this man was. Heero sized him up in that moment. Young, maybe his age, but Heero didn't consider himself a kid. His job as a Gundam Pilot had made a man out of him, despite his age. A mature, responsible man. Not some whelp of a kid trying to sell his dried up and dead plants.
Opening his mouth to say something, Heero felt a sharp pain in his back, then another in his shoulder. He tried to move, but the pain flared suddenly, covering him in a bath of liquid fire. A sharp crack, that of a gun, went off suddenly, and Heero collapsed.
~*~
Wufei had no clue what was going on. The boy, in his eyes a boy, was about to talk to him, then suddenly fell onto the table of the stall. Alarmed, Wufei jumped back, only to have a bullet miss his head by inches and shatter one of the wooden beams supporting his herb trolley. Ducking low, Wufei heard the screams of the people in the market trying to get away from whoever was shooting.
The apothecary's son remembered Heero suddenly and dragged him over the edge too, hiding in the shadows of the stall. Using his hand to wipe away the sweat beading on his forehead, Wufei smeared a red line across his head. Feeling the extra moisture he looked at his hand. Blood. Obviously not his, for he would have felt something. He quickly checked the boy beside him.
There were small bullet holes in both his shoulder and back. They weren't bleeding bad, but enough to create problem sin later hours if left un-attended. The sticky substance still covered three of his fingers and the majority of his palm. He reached across the ground and grabbed several plants. He was about to grind them up when a gun was rudely shoved in his face.
"Drop it Dirt Boy"
Pain exploded in the back of his head and Wufei dropped like a log.
~*~
"If this war continues, there will be no one left to tell to stop fighting!"
Quatre Winner grumbled, shifting his speech papers to another pile as he started looking over the new law proposed by Oz.
It is necessary for Oz to continue withholding its weapons in case another war starts up
Quatre groaned out loud. //If no one had any weapons then how would you start a war// it was impossible to get that part across. The first line was already stupid to his mind. He sighed and started to right a return letter. It was going to be a long night.
~*~
Wufei woke up with a groan, his head pounding. The first thing he tried to do was raise his hands and nurse his head. But didn't get too far.
"What the hel..?"
His hands were tied in front of his body by what appeared to be a strange pair of handcuffs. He was lying on his back on a cold metal floor. He suddenly felt cold. Shivering came next, then teeth chattering. In an attempt to get warm, he sat up, too fast. His head swam and he groaned. Ignoring the dizziness, he fervidly wished for something too quell his stomach.
Sitting up this time without feeling like he was about to fall over, he progressed to standing. The room was small, about 6 feet by 6 feet. All metal with no apparent door. There was a ledge that rang along the sides of the wall. There was a small air vent to his left. That was about it.
//Damn it's cold//
Wufei sat down and shivered to get warm.
~*~
Trowa sat own with a sigh in the shuttle seat. The stewardess's voice came over the intercom reminding everyone to put on a seatbelt in case of turbulence. Trowa waited for the shuttle to take off before letting out the breath he had been holding. //safe// the shuttle continued toward L4, with a Gundam Pilot safely settled onboard.
~*~
"This is the mess hall"
Quatre stifled a sigh. He had been invited to tour an Oz base to 'better understand their purposes' toward being the only ones capable of carrying weapons. The only purpose of it so far was to bore the young man. He saw the main purpose though. The organization was almost desperate to get the young man's approval. He was extremely well known and trusted by many in the colonies and on Earth. If Quatre accepted Oz, it was accepted by hundreds of people.
But the blonde had noticed that he had strict areas at strict times that the visited, there was something that Oz didn't want him to see, and that's just what he did want to see.
"This way please Mr. Winner"
"What's down that hall?"
"Uh..No where that we need to go"
The lieutenant tried to steer him to the left, but Quatre stole under his arm and darted down the hall.
"Mr. Winner! Mr. Winner come back."
Quatre ignored the cry from behind him. He saw immediately why he was kept out of this area. It was the cellblock. Slowing down, he heard soft crying from behind a closed door. The lieutenant finally caught up to him.
"Mr. Winner this-"
"Open this door"
"I can't do that"
"Open this door, if you can't then find someone who can"
Afraid to defy one of the most influential people in the galaxy, the lieutenant ran to get his superior.
"Are you alright in there?" Quatre called through a small vent in the cell.
~*~
Wufei blinked away his tears. Did someone just call to him? The question was repeated and Wufei jumped up to the door.
"Yes! Here! Help"
(A.N. Remember, Wufei hasn't had any training so he's not Justice Boy anymore)
The voice came back telling him to stay calm.
"Who is it?"
"I'm Quatre Raberba Winner"
Wufei's heart skipped a beat. His savior was his role model.
~*~
Heero took another rifle butt in his back. Pinning the offending soldier with a death glare, he continued to walk at a slow pace. The officers grumbled angrily. As they turned the corner toward the cellblocks, a senior officer glowered at the troop.
"What's taking you so long? Hurry up and get him into his cell, Mr. Winner will be here any second"
Heero tried to slow down even more, but he was thrown to the floor when said senior officer belted him in the back of the head. Stunned, Heero was roughly dragged toward his cell.
Wufei was let out of his cell by a captain. He collapsed gratefully by the door to his prison as his cuffs were removed. Seeing the young boy tremble with cold, Quatre took off his own vest and wrapped it around Wufei.
"Why was this person locked up?"
The captain faltered, not knowing how much he should tell the Foreign minister. Finally he realized honesty was a good way to go.
"He was in league with the Gundam Pilot, so he was brought in for questioning."
"I was not in league with any Pilot! I was going to sell him some herbs, not try to aid him with killing people!"
Wufei yelled, angered at both his position and the man responsible for putting him into the position. Quatre bent down and tried to calm the boy down. The captain looked to one of his officers with a surprised look and a shrug of his shoulders.
Heero saw the group as he was dragged around the corner. There was Quatre Winner, about 3 soldiers and //what the hell is that stupid kid from the market doing here? // seeing a good opportunity, Heero took it.
Jumping up among the surprised troop who was supposed to be guarding him, he leaped toward Quatre. Too busy talking to Wufei to notice the perfect soldier, Quatre was taken by surprise when he was roughly grabbed and put in a headlock. In one swift motion, Heero had the blonde in a sure grip, and a gun pointed to the head of his hostage. The officers got the message pretty quick. They backed off immediately, one running to set off the alarm.
Wufei had been sitting quietly the whole time, now he saw the hated man who was responsible for his predicament, holding his idol and rescuer.
"You Bastard!"
Heero was quite surprised when Wufei yelled at him and tried to tackle the Pilot. Wufei, however, had a surprise when Heero stepped smartly back, leaving Wufei to open air. The Healer hit his head sharply on the opposite wall, effectively stunning himself.
"Wufei"
Quatre called, scared for the young man he felt responsible for. //I let him out of the prison, I should take care of him// Heero tightened his grip on the blonde, cutting him off from further talking.
"Don't do anything rash Gundam Pilot"
Heero slowly backed off, moving toward the shuttle bay. Wufei stood up uncertainly, and moved toward Heero. Altering the gun so that the bullet would hit Wufei, Heero prepared to shoot.
"Please don't"
Heero looked down at Quatre, who looked back with innocent blue eyes.
"Please don't kill Wufei, It's not his fault, he got caught when he saved your life. He's a civilian."
Heero knew he wasn't supposed to kill civilians, unless in certain circumstances. He was a weapon from the people, not an assassin toward them. Wufei staggered toward him, his eyesight impended by the concussion he obviously had. Heero knew he didn't have long before his escape route was cut off.
"If you let Wufei come with us, I won't fight you, I won't even scream."
Heero knew the Blonde wouldn't fight, he was a pacifist. But screaming would call attention to them and perhaps draw soldiers.
"Fine"
"Thank you Pilot"
Keeping his gun still trained on Quatre, Heero moved quickly toward the shuttle bay. Realizing his intent to escape, the soldiers ran toward both the bay and central command. With an empty hall before and behind him, Heero released Quatre and sprinted for the bay.
Quatre grabbed Wufei, supporting him as they raced after their prosecutor. Heero jumped aboard the closest Shuttle there was and started the engine, Wufei and Quatre climbed on seconds later. Belting in his friend, Quatre proceeded to shut the door and strap himself in.
Sending a quick message on an emergency frequency, Heero saw the Bay doors starting to close. Swearing vehemently, he started the boosters and set off. Several Leos nearby started to fire on him, but an urgent voice came over the intercom.
"Do not fire! Foreign Minister Quatre is onboard! I repeat, do not fire!"
But it was too late for some of the Mobile Dolls. Their programs were already set and were flying after the shuttle. Exiting the base, Heero switched to escape mode. But off course, he had to pick the shuttle whose weapons system was down. A beam struck the shuttle straight on, rocking it violently. Slamming the boosters home, Heero hoped he would make the rendezvous spot before his shuttle got destroyed.
~*~
A beeping sound woke up Trowa. He had been dozing in his Gundam since the last battle outside a resource satellite near the moon. Looking quickly at the E-mail sent to him, he started up Heavyarms and raced toward the spot he was needed most.
~*~
"Hey Duo, pass me that wrench"
"Which one?"
"The Philips"
"Catch it Real!"
Relena sighed; Duo had strange terms for everything, including her. He said it was easier to shorten her name to one syllable rather then two. Relena would have called him lazy, but he was slaving away on Heero's new Gundam, which was almost done. She looked back to the blueprints sent to her by Dr. O and started working on alignment.
~*~
A violent explosion near the shuttle ripped Quatre's seatbelt from his body and violently threw him into the aisle. Crying out as he was bounced around, Quatre nearly passed out when a seat felt like it had ripped him in two.
Heero sighed with relief as Trowa destroyed the remaining two dolls. His voice came over the intercom.
"Are you alright in there Heero?"
"I am but-" He looked into the back of the shuttle, where Quatre lay groaning in the aisle with Wufei bent over him. "I've got a wounded Foreign minister and a civilian in the back"
Trowa's eyebrows rose at that but didn't say anything. Heero sighed, running his hands through his sweaty hair.
"We need a place to cool down, fix those two up, and repair your Gundam, all in secret. Hell of a place to find."
Trowa thought a minute, and then remembered about Relena and Duo.
"We can meet here, in this area-" Heero looked at the coordinates Trowa had sent him-"Duo and Relena will help us, I'll meet you there"
Heero nodded, and then climbed into the back to see if Quatre was well enough to travel.
~*~
"Hey Real, You wanna get some Chow?"
Even after 3 years of working with Duo, she had trouble deciphering his words. She looked across the hanger at the finished Zero machine. It looked so cool. //Let's see, Chow means food right? //
"Sure can you bring me some lunch please?"
Duo responded with a wave and moved into the living quarters off their little underground world, absentmindedly running a hand over his sore shoulder. He was about to unload the fridge when he heard Relena calling for him at the top of her lungs. The only decipherable words he picked up as he ran toward the bay, was that the Foreign minister was dying.
~Ok!!!! Yay, I've wanted to post his for a while now. But I had a little bit of trouble signing in. so here it is, or was, now that you've read it. Tell me what you think. Flames will be doused with water, and praise will be joyously welcomed. As always.~
