Author's Note
ImperialGuardian: So as you know, I don't own Gundam Wing, but if they give me the chance I ain't backing down!
Wufei: WHY?
ImperialGuardian: I see Wufei in a purple polka-dotted dress…(laughs maniacially)
Trowa: Question?
ImperialGuardian: Answer.
Trowa: (sighing) Why me and Wufei?
ImperialGuardian: Because I don't want to die!
Trowa, Wufei: … … …
ImperialGuardian: Just because you aren't afraid of Heero's gun doesn't mean I'm not!
Wufei: This is injustice. I refuse to read this work, or be your—buddy—in skits.
ImperialGuardian: (puppy-dog eyes) Oh please?
Trowa: You didn't ask permission before, why now?
ImperialGuardian: Once again Trowa, you prove the ultimate truth. I only ask because he has no choice but to say yes!
Wufei: No.
ImperialGuardian: (tears in eyes) WWWAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Trowa: (holding his ears) Say yes before she kills us both!
Wufei: I'll kill her first! (starts to move, but can't take his hands from his ears without suffering severe pain) ALL RIGHT! I'LL DO IT!
ImperialGuardian: (suddenly bright and cheery) Hooray!
Trowa: Somehow, I think that was planned.
ImperialGuardian: And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't!
Wufei: Hey Trowa, do you want to give me a hand disposing the body? (Trowa smiles)
ImperialGuardian: I think I'll be leaving now. (runs off)
Gundam Wing Renaissance
CHAPTER 2: A Scene
The time, is A.C. 580. In a world where war is imminent, there is a new hope. Whether or not it's going to succeed, well, only time will tell. My curse is spreading out to the world, and I want to stop it. It must not continue. No one else should suffer my pain…
A.C. 580
Dear Diary,
I've not heard or seen friendship in some time. This is a strange new event for me. In fact, I don't even think I've smiled since I'd seen Angela Kathari. This girl, Relena Altroost, I shall protect her as if she were the sister I never had. I will not let Angela's banquet be her fate. I absolutely refuse.
Always here,
Angela Totgarten
Day 2
Command Log
Plop. That's the sound those files made as they hit the table. Ms. Doll, as I've dubbed her, has single-handedly produced the files we wanted about the base for our most recent target. I wanted to ask her how she got those files, or knew that we needed them, but I was too afraid. She seemed angry at something, at someone. I thought at first she had overheard Trowa's brutish outburst, but it seemed her anger was not with him, although I could be wrong. I truly did not know Ms. Doll, although it would seem that I best look into her identity further. I can't seem to shake the feeling I have seen her somewhere before. Also, it would seem that Trowa thinks nothing of the name "Dead Garden." Once again, I can't shake away the thought that I've heard it before. Ms. Doll got our information for us at least. I should be grateful, but I will repeat that I will look into the matter of her identity further.
Quatre
Command Log
Well, I guess it goes without saying that Heero is still a riot! I mean, the boy hardly says a word to me after I catch him, and yet he manages to blow up like fifty buildings with one switch! It's enough to make me laugh my head off! But seriously, no big deal. I completed the objective, so now I'm taking Heero with me to Mars, where we're supposed to meet up with this Zechs character. Don't know who they are, but I know they're there. First stop, the Dead Garden!
Duo
Mission Log
Objective completed. Taking an unexpected detour.
Heero
Command Log
THERE IS A GOD! I was spared from the humiliation that is cross-dressing today, as the Gatekeeper herself showed up with the papers that we needed for today's assignment. In fact, we accomplished it without any troubles in the least. Poor, poor fools.
I was a little surprised that the Gatekeeper of Dead Garden had the papers that we were looking for at that exact moment. It was almost like she knew what was to come. It makes me wonder who she really is, what she really does. I know that her job is definitely that of the Gatekeeper to this lavish estate and mobile suit hangar, but she must be of some other significance if she can know who we are and what our missions are before we do. Quatre has been curious of her from the start, but I doubt he holds the same curiosity of her now. I think I'll help him delve further into the matter, since I am a little more curious myself.
Trowa
Command Log
Angela Totgarten is the only heiress to the Totgarten Estate. A tragic incident of Angela Kathari's death was performed by her father, who then continued to commit suicide. I should have known a man was responsible. Anyhow, she continues to this day to live in the Totgarten Estate Manor on Mars, and goes to St. Maria's Preparatory Academy. There's the stupid basic information. I have the rest on file. That was a dummy mission if I ever saw one.
Wufei
Dear Diary,
See, they fear only the shadows. I have had the most exhilarating day. Angela and I were best friends at first sight! I mean, she even shared some of her lunch with me! It was awesome! In class, we did our assignments together, and after school the both of us did our favorite thing together: strolling through a park, today it was Mars Colony Park A. It will always be the most beautiful place for a stroll, as long as I spend it with a friend. I asked her if she didn't mind strolling with me tomorrow, and she said it would be a wonderful idea! I am so happy to have broken the societal line placed around her.
However, she did seem rather sad, even though she smiled. There was something that was bothering her. I wanted to ask, but I figured that I shouldn't. It started after she had received a phone call from a friend. She looked hurt by whatever news they were sharing. Well, whoever it was, they hardly deserve the right of being her friend, making her sad like that—maybe that's a bit harsh. I guess I really don't believe that friends make friends sad. It's just how I am. Hopefully she'll be happier tomorrow.
On another note, I have yet to sign up for any activities at St. Maria's. They seemed to be lenient of it at first, but after lunch someone actually handed me a note from the headmistress. She was surprised to see that I wasn't on any of the activities lists. I think I'll join in horseback riding, or swimming, or maybe even fencing—okay, not fencing. I guess I really don't know what I want to do. Well, tomorrow is another day.
Here tomorrow,
Relena Altroost
She silently cursed her luck. By 10 AM tomorrow morning, her worst fear would come to pass. As she sat on the cliff, she heard someone wander up behind her, as the fragrance of cologne breezed by her.
"It's a little early. You're going to catch cold," Quatre said from behind her. She didn't move. "I made some tea, to thank you for those files from yesterday."
She couldn't help but smile. They really had found someone who matched the old news files of the legendary business tycoon Quatre Winner. He was the most considerate of a group of five men, who had saved the world. She was also sure, that he would have never convinced Trowa into sneaking into the all-girl's school. She refused to face him, as he stepped closer.
"Miss?" he asked, worried. She didn't move still. However, she decided now she could speak.
"I am fine. You needn't repay me for what little work I have done."
"You make it sound like that was not a worthy accomplishment," Quatre said warmly, now sitting beside her at the cliff's edge. She felt cornered suddenly, as she frowned.
"Isn't this view pretty?"
"Yes, it's beautiful."
"To watch the world from the edge, you think everything is beautiful."
"Huh?" Quatre asked. She now stood.
"But that beauty is a falsehood. Up close, this world is ugly, cold, and unfeeling. The closer to the edge you are, the prettier it becomes. Don't lose yourself in that fake beauty, Quatre."
And with that, she strode away from the cliff, leaving Quatre, as he stared out to the morning sun slowly rising to his left.
"She told you off?" Trowa asked, stepping up behind Quatre, who was still staring.
"Yes," Quatre sighed, getting to his feet. "It would seem that I was right when I thought there was more to her than a pretty face."
"But I was also right," Trowa said. "She sticks out like a sore thumb at school."
"So you found out about the school."
"The teachers a year ago had to literally put in restrictions in the rulebook to keep kids from messing with her. Her teachers said she was a wonderful student, and apparently she and her family have all gone through their school."
"That's sad."
"So did the doctors send a new mission yet?"
"They only said to prepare for guests. Something about limited rooms at the Dead Garden. I really don't know what they're talking about. That manor is enormous."
"Maybe they're talking about the hangar," Trowa suggested.
"You mean maybe they sent more Gundam Pilots out?" Quatre asked, as Trowa nodded. "I was under the impression they were trying to follow the ancient myth of the Gundams descent to Earth. However, there were five Gundams involved in that. Did they really have the supplies and funds for five?"
Trowa simply nodded, confused as his shorter blond compatriot was.
"What's wrong?" Relena asked her, her blue eyes filled with worry. Angela shook her head.
"It's nothing really," Angela said, turning away.
"Are you sure?" Relena pressed.
"Miss Relena, would you like to come to my manor tomorrow for midmorning tea? I have some guests coming in and I'm sure you'd love to meet them!" Angela said, smiling some as Relena's eyes widened.
"Are you sure that's all right?" she asked. "Won't your mother object? I mean, I am just an ordinary citizen compared to you!"
"My mother has been dead for some time Miss Relena. Don't you worry about impressing anyone. With a heart like yours, I doubt there's much you couldn't do to impress anyone," Angela whispered, turning back with a giant grin on her face. "Besides, that means we can work on homework together and I can give you a tour of the manor!"
"Okay!" Relena said finally, as Angela smiled softly.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll meet you at Park A at eight we can head straight over, unless you have other plans," Angela asked.
"Oh no, tomorrow at eight is wonderful!"
Angela walked with her towards class, as a tear came to her eye.
"I will protect you Relena," she whispered, inaudible to the sandy blond girl beside her.
"Welcome to hell," Heero sighed. As he watched out to the spaceport window, he listened to a particular braided-self-proclaimed Grim Reaper argue with the attendant about ticket prices. Why she didn't just buy a private shuttle was beyond him. After about ten minutes of the torture, she had finally gotten the attention of the entire spaceport with her fight, and he finally walked up to the two arguing, and put a hand gently over the Grim Reaper's mouth. "Let me start over. Hi, we're now interested in a private shuttle for a visit to Mars. How much will it cost?"
"What size?"
"Whatever's available."
"We only have our Exclusive Executive Jet ready. I'm positive that you don't have the funds for that."
Heero sighed, as the girl beside him, Duo, was awestruck. He used his free hand to reach into his pocket, and pulled out his credit card.
"Ring it up."
"But sir, you couldn't possibly."
"My father would be furious if I didn't bring my fiancé with me to meet him," Heero said sharply. "Now ring it up."
"O-o-okay," the woman behind the counter said, shaking as she slowly slid the card through the scanner. Ten minutes later, they both stood before the Exclusive Executive Jet.
"You can't spend the doctors' money like that! We're on a budget!" Duo proclaimed as Heero simply moved into the cockpit. "I'm sure you just wasted three months worth of allowance!"
"I don't need their allowance. In fact, I gave it back and told them to share it with you."
"What? You did?" Duo asked, shocked.
"I make my own money. I don't need to spend theirs."
"That's crazy!" Duo exclaimed, as she heard him fishing for the keys in his pocket. "WAIT! I'M NOT ONBOARD YET!"
"Get onboard then!" Heero shouted back to her, as she rushed to get aboard the ship.
"Today, Oz has suffered a mighty heavy blow due to the arrival of renegade soldiers, who are taking out base after base. Sources claim that they might be connected to an incident in the Earth Satellite colonies two days ago where the ES-Colony L120 suffered a great hit by what has been called a new mobile suit model. It destroyed a nearby Oz colony, and caused an explosion that sent the weather simulators out of control, causing endless rain for two whole days. The technicians on site say that the situation is now stable, but police are now searching for the unidentified mobile suit, and its pilot."
How could they possibly account for the massive amount of damage that these newer "renegades" were causing to her? She only gave them two days of rain. It wasn't like she'd given them a tornado or anything. Those in the colonies needed to visit the Earth sometime. Then they wouldn't complain about two days of rain. Then another thought struck her. That was where the doctors were!
"Stupid old men—and that woman," Wufei whispered venomously. "I can't believe they're so vain, as to give me a dummy mission for getting them a little wet! They ought to be ashamed."
Once again, her holograph-phone was ringing, but she didn't pick it up. Once again, it was the woman's face on the answering machine's hologram.
"Wufei, this is critical. They've traced your hideout."
"Maybe because stupid people keep calling me, and they know I never answer the phone," Wufei muttered, as the message continued.
"You need to move to Earth, and cause more mess in Oz HQ there. Do not destroy when you are uncertain of its importance. Hold them down as long as you can. I will be switching to a tape now. Get out."
Wufei didn't need a second notice, as she heard footsteps outside her little apartment. Finally moving from her corner, she swept up her magazines, and opened a secret door she had been guarding in her seat. As she shut the door, she heard the woman speak in a higher tone, with a different message.
"Hi honey! I hope you're enjoying living outside the house! Did you find everything you need all right? Oh I hope so! I love you honey!"
"How appropriate," Wufei scoffed, as she walked down a passageway to another wall, which upon tapping led to the end of the hallway. She stepped into the nearby stairwell, as her apartment was stormed.
Author's Note
Trowa: That was interesting.
Wufei: … … I'm not listening.
Trowa: You could always pretend she isn't named after you, you know.
Wufei: … … That's a great idea! Then I can make fun of her!
Trowa: I don't know what was stopping you before…
ImperialGuardian: Did Wufei calm down yet?
Wufei: Hey Trowa (holds up bodybag), look what I found…
ImperialGuardian: Guess not! Hey Trowa, pass the message for me! (runs off again)
Wufei: (grabs Trowa by the shirt) What message?
Trowa: (brushes Wufei off) Please review.