Perfect Warrior
Chapter 4: Mission....Failed?!
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This was torture. Leah sat silently in the shadows, in the back of the shuttle, which was on its way up to the L-3 colony cluster. Even though no one could see since no one ever went into the back, Leah could still hear the loud happy noise of people chatting. All through out the trip, they talked, about the war, peace for the colonies, and the excitement of finally attaining that peace. They didn't seem worried at all about dying, even though death was hidden on the ship eyeing them all through blood red orbs.
After all her running, Leah had become a little tired and found herself starting to slip into the darkness. Trying not to succumb, her eyelids became ever so heavy and slowly closed, and Leah found herself into a fond dark sleep.
Suddenly, Leah was jerked awake. Glaring at who or whatever disturbed her, she also mentally beated herself for succumbing to such a frail human weakness. Then realizing that the shuttle had landed and everyone had gotten off; the perfect warrior quickly and silently ran out of the shuttle and entered the shadows of the colony. Now she could begin the third part of her plan.
Remembering that her target worked at a circus, Leah began to weave in and out, through the shadows of the colony, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Finally, as nightfall reached the colony, Leah found herself standing in a wide meadow near the forests. Her crimson eyes stared, glaring at a large circus tent. The young assassin could hear loud cheers and shouts of excitement coming from inside. Not caring or wanting to be involved in the childish amusement, Leah moved slowly through the dark, passing much circus equipment, many trailers, and large and small animal cages. All of a sudden, just as Leah passed by a small opening in the tent, the bright spotlight shown through lighting up one side of her face.
Stunned slightly, she quickly moved to the side, and carefully peered out from behind the curtain to see if anyone saw her. Crimson eyes scanned the large area, crowds of people, young and old, cheered as they watched with delight all the animals, acrobats on high-rises, and clowns performing in the center ring.
Acute hearing then was able to pick up a shout from then ringmaster, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Catherine Bloom, our Knife Throwing Star!"
The young assassin smirked; she had found her target. Then crimson eyes moved again, surveying their surroundings, when suddenly, they became locked.
Leah froze as she caught sight of two emerald eyes staring at her. Feeling the emerald orbs boring into her, Leah stepped back. However, she was unable to keep her balance, and fell backwards to the ground. Trying hard to get herself composed, a sudden roar startled her again. Leah turned around to be face to face with a lion in its cage. Leah soon found herself lost in the lion's eyes. The lion, able to sense the girl's fear, started to purr gently.
Slowly, Leah reached out her pale hand and began to stroke the lion's soft fur and mane. The lion purred even louder.
Strangely, even though this animal seemed to have the same look in its eyes as those emerald ones, Leah somehow felt comforted and relaxed, and even felt, safe.
Suddenly, the lion tensed up at the sound of cheers from the crowd as they exited the tent. The noise of the crowd also brought Leah back to her senses, and she immediately beat herself again, for succumbing to such weakness. Then Leah stood up and narrowed her eyes and peered into the darkness to see it was her targets Catherine Bloom and Trowa Barton.
Turning her eyes back to the lion in its cage, her hand reached into a small sack at her waist and pulled out a small white envelope. At the same time her other hand undid the hinges on the cage door, making it fall to the grassy ground with a soft thud. Then, kneeling down, Leah whispered something in the lion's ear, while tucking the envelope safely beneath its thick mane. The lion purred again, rubbing against Leah's hand, then took off running toward the two figures.
Meanwhile, Catherine and Trowa had just finished another performance and were on their way to their trailers, to change out of their costumes. Trowa, as always, was in deep thought. He couldn't forget what he saw during the show. Those crimson eyes, they were so much like his own, holding much more than just color. More like, they were holding a forgotten past that was trying to be remembered but kept being pushed back. Those eyes, which he guessed were not supposed show anything, gave away everything; pain, sorrow, joy, all the person's emotions.
Just then, the performers stopped abruptly as they heard a loud roar in the distance. They both looked up to see a ferocious lion, running toward them at top speed. Catherine's smile turned into a look of shock as the animal pounced on her, making her fall backward. The lion growled and roared, with claws extended, scratching at the young woman, who was trying wriggle out from underneath, trying to escape. Other circus workers heard this and ran over quickly to see what was happening.
The lion still doing as it was told suddenly felt a gentle hand stroke its mane and neck. As soon as the hand reached behind the ear, the animal stopped attacking altogether and started to purr. Trowa, still soothing the beast, led the animal over enough to be able to let Catherine get up. As the other circus workers came over to take the lion from Trowa and lead it back to its cage, Trowa felt something beneath the thick fur.
Quickly, pulling it out, he examined it. It was a single letter with only his name 'Trowa Barton' written on it. Turning his eyes back up, Trowa peered into the darkness. Guessing it was the crimson-eyed stranger who sent it to him, he searched for any sign of the person. As if in an instant, Trowa caught sight of a flash of a light gold braid disappearing into the dark.
'I hope we meet again.'
Trowa thought as he put the letter in his pocket. He then turned his attention back to Catherine, to see she only suffered minor scratches and a little blood loss.
After he made sure his sister was all right, Trowa snuck out of the tent. He made his way to an empty trailer, where he sat down at the computer and began to contact the others, hoping he wasn't too late to warn them of this person and tell them of the mysterious letter.
While notifying the other pilots, Trowa couldn't help but read the letter repeatedly, becoming increasingly interested in wanting to know who was after him and Catherine. He also wanted to meet that person face to face. The letter said the same thing of somewhat.
'-Gundam Pilots!
I challenge you all to gundam fight. If you accept it, I give you my word that no further harm will come to your lady friend. However, if you should refuse me, well....Lets just say I won't be so gentle next time.
Meet me at the spaceport in southern Japan at Noon. Do not be late.'
"I must see this person again." Trowa whispered, smiling with a hint impression in his voice.
~**~
Yea! I finally was able to get a least one gundam pilot in this chapter! Oh, I am sorry if it seems short. I warn you all in advance chapter 5 is also short, but the rest are going to be longer, I promise.
First of all the preview,
Next time on the Perfect Warrior, now its Relena's turn to encounter an unexpected visitor, will she survive? And why won't Leah attack her targets? Find out in Chapter 5: Royal Attack!
One thing though, I need a little help from you all. I am not sure where Relena usually is staying, so could someone give me a place or the place. It would be really appreciated.
Chapter 4: Mission....Failed?!
~*~
This was torture. Leah sat silently in the shadows, in the back of the shuttle, which was on its way up to the L-3 colony cluster. Even though no one could see since no one ever went into the back, Leah could still hear the loud happy noise of people chatting. All through out the trip, they talked, about the war, peace for the colonies, and the excitement of finally attaining that peace. They didn't seem worried at all about dying, even though death was hidden on the ship eyeing them all through blood red orbs.
After all her running, Leah had become a little tired and found herself starting to slip into the darkness. Trying not to succumb, her eyelids became ever so heavy and slowly closed, and Leah found herself into a fond dark sleep.
Suddenly, Leah was jerked awake. Glaring at who or whatever disturbed her, she also mentally beated herself for succumbing to such a frail human weakness. Then realizing that the shuttle had landed and everyone had gotten off; the perfect warrior quickly and silently ran out of the shuttle and entered the shadows of the colony. Now she could begin the third part of her plan.
Remembering that her target worked at a circus, Leah began to weave in and out, through the shadows of the colony, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Finally, as nightfall reached the colony, Leah found herself standing in a wide meadow near the forests. Her crimson eyes stared, glaring at a large circus tent. The young assassin could hear loud cheers and shouts of excitement coming from inside. Not caring or wanting to be involved in the childish amusement, Leah moved slowly through the dark, passing much circus equipment, many trailers, and large and small animal cages. All of a sudden, just as Leah passed by a small opening in the tent, the bright spotlight shown through lighting up one side of her face.
Stunned slightly, she quickly moved to the side, and carefully peered out from behind the curtain to see if anyone saw her. Crimson eyes scanned the large area, crowds of people, young and old, cheered as they watched with delight all the animals, acrobats on high-rises, and clowns performing in the center ring.
Acute hearing then was able to pick up a shout from then ringmaster, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Catherine Bloom, our Knife Throwing Star!"
The young assassin smirked; she had found her target. Then crimson eyes moved again, surveying their surroundings, when suddenly, they became locked.
Leah froze as she caught sight of two emerald eyes staring at her. Feeling the emerald orbs boring into her, Leah stepped back. However, she was unable to keep her balance, and fell backwards to the ground. Trying hard to get herself composed, a sudden roar startled her again. Leah turned around to be face to face with a lion in its cage. Leah soon found herself lost in the lion's eyes. The lion, able to sense the girl's fear, started to purr gently.
Slowly, Leah reached out her pale hand and began to stroke the lion's soft fur and mane. The lion purred even louder.
Strangely, even though this animal seemed to have the same look in its eyes as those emerald ones, Leah somehow felt comforted and relaxed, and even felt, safe.
Suddenly, the lion tensed up at the sound of cheers from the crowd as they exited the tent. The noise of the crowd also brought Leah back to her senses, and she immediately beat herself again, for succumbing to such weakness. Then Leah stood up and narrowed her eyes and peered into the darkness to see it was her targets Catherine Bloom and Trowa Barton.
Turning her eyes back to the lion in its cage, her hand reached into a small sack at her waist and pulled out a small white envelope. At the same time her other hand undid the hinges on the cage door, making it fall to the grassy ground with a soft thud. Then, kneeling down, Leah whispered something in the lion's ear, while tucking the envelope safely beneath its thick mane. The lion purred again, rubbing against Leah's hand, then took off running toward the two figures.
Meanwhile, Catherine and Trowa had just finished another performance and were on their way to their trailers, to change out of their costumes. Trowa, as always, was in deep thought. He couldn't forget what he saw during the show. Those crimson eyes, they were so much like his own, holding much more than just color. More like, they were holding a forgotten past that was trying to be remembered but kept being pushed back. Those eyes, which he guessed were not supposed show anything, gave away everything; pain, sorrow, joy, all the person's emotions.
Just then, the performers stopped abruptly as they heard a loud roar in the distance. They both looked up to see a ferocious lion, running toward them at top speed. Catherine's smile turned into a look of shock as the animal pounced on her, making her fall backward. The lion growled and roared, with claws extended, scratching at the young woman, who was trying wriggle out from underneath, trying to escape. Other circus workers heard this and ran over quickly to see what was happening.
The lion still doing as it was told suddenly felt a gentle hand stroke its mane and neck. As soon as the hand reached behind the ear, the animal stopped attacking altogether and started to purr. Trowa, still soothing the beast, led the animal over enough to be able to let Catherine get up. As the other circus workers came over to take the lion from Trowa and lead it back to its cage, Trowa felt something beneath the thick fur.
Quickly, pulling it out, he examined it. It was a single letter with only his name 'Trowa Barton' written on it. Turning his eyes back up, Trowa peered into the darkness. Guessing it was the crimson-eyed stranger who sent it to him, he searched for any sign of the person. As if in an instant, Trowa caught sight of a flash of a light gold braid disappearing into the dark.
'I hope we meet again.'
Trowa thought as he put the letter in his pocket. He then turned his attention back to Catherine, to see she only suffered minor scratches and a little blood loss.
After he made sure his sister was all right, Trowa snuck out of the tent. He made his way to an empty trailer, where he sat down at the computer and began to contact the others, hoping he wasn't too late to warn them of this person and tell them of the mysterious letter.
While notifying the other pilots, Trowa couldn't help but read the letter repeatedly, becoming increasingly interested in wanting to know who was after him and Catherine. He also wanted to meet that person face to face. The letter said the same thing of somewhat.
'-Gundam Pilots!
I challenge you all to gundam fight. If you accept it, I give you my word that no further harm will come to your lady friend. However, if you should refuse me, well....Lets just say I won't be so gentle next time.
Meet me at the spaceport in southern Japan at Noon. Do not be late.'
"I must see this person again." Trowa whispered, smiling with a hint impression in his voice.
~**~
Yea! I finally was able to get a least one gundam pilot in this chapter! Oh, I am sorry if it seems short. I warn you all in advance chapter 5 is also short, but the rest are going to be longer, I promise.
First of all the preview,
Next time on the Perfect Warrior, now its Relena's turn to encounter an unexpected visitor, will she survive? And why won't Leah attack her targets? Find out in Chapter 5: Royal Attack!
One thing though, I need a little help from you all. I am not sure where Relena usually is staying, so could someone give me a place or the place. It would be really appreciated.