Gundam Wing
Pairings – Unannounced
Warnings – Not totally sure where I got this idea…Randomness on the main character's part. Mild language.
Disclaimer- I don't own Gundam Wing, The Cat in the Hat, or "Leave Out all the Rest" by Linkin Park. I only own the plot line and "I". Sue me and be prepared to be counter sued for upsetting my delicately un-balanced mind.
Zechs stared at the girl. Everything about her screamed civilian: no uniform of any kind, just denim jeans and an informal black shirt. Hazel eyes glared at him from behind a pair of glasses framed in matte black. Dark brown hair was pulled back and away from her face. Zechs' eyes were drawn to the glint of light reflecting off studs set into a bracelet she wore on her left wrist. On her right wrist was a thinner black bracelet decorated with sky blue tribal designs.
"You are staring."
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Hah! That got him. I was done with being surprised with how rudely I was being treated. Locked in a cell, and stared at by the commanding officer-said commanding officer being Zechs Marquise. How I came to be on the plane of existence as Zechs…I'll worry about that later.
He seemed to come out of whatever daze he was in. "What is your name?"
"Lucifer." I grinned, thinking of the friend that gave me that particular nickname. Besides, better to lie now, then be caught later after they research whatever name I happened to give them. This way I might actually be believed when and if I told them my real name. When and if, if and when. Maybe I'll tell them if they take me out of this damn box.
"Alright then," he said, through gritted teeth, "Who sent you?"
"More like who brought me."
Zechs crossed his arms over his chest angrily, or in what might have been anger…kinda hard to tell through that blasted mask of his.
Moving my fingers under the collar of my shirt, I pulled a bit of the chain of the necklace up and out, and began rolling it between my fingertips.
An intercom buzzed to life on the far wall, causing me jump slightly. Zechs' eyes narrowed a bit. Damn my jumpiness…
"Sir, another prisoner has come to."
Another? Hmmm…
"Thank you, Kirkland." Zechs spoke briskly. "Open the door."
With that, Zechs left in an efficient yet elegant stride.
Wait, elegant? I laid my head down on my knees. Been locked up way too long… "Ugh."
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I didn't look up when I heard the door open. I was too busy watching the little black spots that liked to pop up from the grey colored floor. A shadow blocked my view. I raised my head to look up. My eyes went past the fuzzy shadow to stare at the ceiling. The funny dots were up there now.
"Her eyes are unfocused; do you think they drugged her?"
Look at that, walls do talk.
"There's no time. We need to move out."
Ooh, mean wall.
"We'll take her with us; maybe she can tell us how OZ knew we'd be here."
It's a weird sensation, being lifted up in the air. I grabbed the front of the shirt of whoever had me. The movement from the floor seemed to provoke the little black spots. Vertigo caught up with me.
"Watch for Bootsy." I mumbled.
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Trowa looked down worriedly as the body of the girl he was carrying went limp. Duo glanced up from where he sat, reloading the commandeered OZ issue hand gun. "She's out," he said, flicking the safety on. "Anyone know who this Bootsy is?" Heero said nothing as he waved them to the door. There was no time to argue with the taller young man: they had to get out of the base before they were discovered missing.
"Hallway is clear. Trowa, stay between us."
"Alright," Duo grinned, "let's get out of here."
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I shifted slightly as the sound of dishes being moved around and voices talking quietly woke me. I rolled over under the blanket, so that I was facing the back of the couch. Another normal weekend with my mother, bumming off of someone else's couch again, wishing I was at my dad's, with my own pillow…What the hell? I wasn't supposed to be with my mother! Let alone on another stranger's couch. I sat up, squinting from the light spilling out of the next room. It distorted the shadows in what I had now dubbed the living room. Without my glasses, the shadows seemed to fluctuate as my eyes tried to focus on them. I squinted at what might have been a coffee table that stood in front of the couch I was still sitting on. Hell, it could just as easily be a large rectangular box that likes to explode when something touched it. Ah well, they'll know I'm awake eventually.
I reached out towards the table, thinking I should lay off the sci-fi movies for awhile, and began using a patting motion, searching for my glasses. I sighed as I found nothing but what felt like a stack of magazines on the table. Luckily, nothing went boom, and I would have laughed at myself had a hand not come out of nowhere and touched my shoulder. I made a strangled sound in my throat, and flinched so violently that the foot I had moved to the floor collided with the coffee table. I made another strangled sound and drew my foot back to the couch, and began to rub it, attempting to make the pain fade away.
"Whoa, easy. Didn't mean to scare ya'. You okay?" I looked at the figure standing next to me; it's back to what might have been the kitchen. Another shadow, taller then the first, walked from the well lit room to stand just to the side and slightly behind the first. I pulled my hand away from my aching foot and to my face, just a few inches away from my nose. "Yeah," I said, now rubbing my strained eyes, "I don't think it even broke the skin." Though that didn't mean much, considering I was wearing socks. I redirected my attention back to the two figures, wondering vaguely about where my shoes were. "Where are my glasses?"
"On the table," said Thing One, gesturing to the brightly lit room, "in there." He turned and walked into the room leaving me with Thing Two. Okay…this is only a lot awkward… Shifting, I put both feet on the thinly carpeted floor, pulling the blanket off my lap. Standing up, I dropped it in an undignified heap and, taking care not to run into the coffee table or couch, shuffled my way towards the kitchen. I found my shoes by tripping over them at the end of the couch. The figure still in the room with me took a step forward, presumably to catch me, but I waved him off with my left hand as my right gripped the arm of the couch tightly. "Thanks but no thanks." I muttered, getting my feet back under me. I lightly kicked my shoes out of my way and continued on to the kitchen, blinking a few black specs back to wherever they had appeared from. I ignored the fact that I had become lightheaded and my eyes were clouded by black spots.
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AN: I wanted to get this chapter up before school starts tomorrow. Sorry to anyone who thought I would never update, and if I scared anyone with my awkwardness in my replies…
I know I didn't answer many questions in this last chapter, but never fear, I'll get around to it…eventually…
Thanks again to Ash-kun!
"When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed. Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty, keep me in your memory. Leave out all the rest." Leave Out all the Rest, Linkin Park