Hello, I'm back for the moment! Sorry about the delay, thanks for the reviews (the two of them), lol. Anyway, onward, sorry about the awful cliffhanger and my computer's inability to separate the parts I want to keep separate. Also, it's going to be confusing, what with the names, so the differences are going to be mostly based on clothing and speech patterns. Keep in mind, the commentary about clothes being odd and the like are opinions from the perspective of the Silver Millennium, well except for the beginning of this. I'll try to make the idiosyncrasies of each person clear. Also, Trowa from the Silver Millennium doesn't have bangs that are quite that long. Just imagine an emo hair cut. Wufei still has his Katana, but rather than using Japanese terminology (besides names) I'm going to try describing the objects instead. Wufei also doesn't have his hair in a ponytail, and Duo's hair isn't quite as long. Heero's hair is basically the same, just longer, Quatre's as well. Silver Millennium Quatre is a little bit thinner as well, since he depends most on his magic because the others protect him more. The Millennium boys have a more youthful look, but they're only about a year younger than their counterparts.
Wufei looked around the spacious room. They had evidently been brought to a hideout of some sort. The room was all metal and concrete, computers and desks lined the walls. He looked again at his comrades, their bodies unceremoniously dumped on the floor when he heard the blast. He stared at the cylinder of metal as it approached him at a blinding speed. Screw diplomacy.
Heero watched as the bullet sped toward the incensed and oddly dressed Wufei. It never made contact. A capsule of fire exploded around the metal shot and engulfed it, the flames blue with heat. The melted bit of steel continued onward, but the less aerodynamic liquid-like state caused it to fall. With a resounding plop, the flaming missile danced on the floor.
"What a miserable attempt," Wufei snorted. "I told you that wouldn't harm me, but you didn't listen," The red-robed man continued his rescue, when clicks sounded from all around him. The four remaining Gundam pilots had armed themselves. The bulkier Quatre held a pistol while the black garbed Duo held two guns aloft. The ridiculously long-haired Trowa hefted up a pistol of his own, and the Wufei keeping Quatre imprisoned pulled out long and thin sword. "You do realize that if he was unable to injure me with your useless toys, you will probably do no better," Wufei jerked his head in Heero's direction, obviously amused by their foolishness. He was surrounded, but that did not deter him.
"How do we know you're not bluffing? That could have been a one time trick, you might not have anything left," Duo called, head tilted to the side. Wufei restrained Quatre, his slick ponytail keeping his hair out of his face. "Who the fuck are you guys anyway?"
"You," The Aresian called, ignoring Duo in favor of bothering his clone. "Not only are you keeping royalty captive under no laws, but you are wielding the most inconvenient weapon. All the other men have drawn weapons that use distance, you however, are using a sword. That requires direct contact and a closer range. You are also hindered by my Prince, and thus are the most vulnerable in this situation. Release him," he stressed. Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Quatre all dropped their guns as they felt a shock. The guns smoked and sizzled with electricity, useless. They had been concerned before, what with the sudden appearance of boys that looked exactly like them. This clone of Wufei possessed powers that protected him from Heero's execution style attack and now this. They pulled toward each other, an instinctive movement that created a loose wall of bodes around the captured blonde and his Chinese cage.
"I would have expected you to have this all wrapped up Wufei," the Trowa wrapped in Jovian garments had risen while the men were distracted. His hand sparked as he pushed past the glaring Heero, he tapped the ground with his foot and a string of lightning shot up from the floor connecting with the metal blade of Wufei's sword. This shock was stronger, causing Wufei's muscles of seize temporarily, allowing Quatre to escape. All the other men watched, they'd seen each other get hurt before, but this was crazy.
"That was unnecessary! We wish to ask them for help, not harm them!" Quatre knelt down to heal the man lying on the ground, still suffering the effects of Trowa's attack.
"They will be of no use to us if this is all they have," Heero spoke up from his spot on the floor next to the still drooling Duo. "They are unable to do us any damage at all, and they are less resistant to magic than the Earthlings of our world." Heero pushed himself to his feet as he stuffed his hands into his billowing blue sleeves.
"Hush," Quatre scolded. "They must be able to aid us somehow, otherwise, Setsuna never would have sent us here. You insult her and me by questioning my judgment," he stated proudly, his ego deflated by his captivity in front of his men. He was supposed to lead them, and he was too scared to free himself. He refused to harm the man that was more than willing to kill him, just because his captor looked like one of his friends. Friends, whatever, does he even know what the means? Quatre mentally snorted, surprised by his own cynicism. Wufei did not have friends, he had acquaintances, and his family. Still, above all, he had Quatre to watch over.
"Hey, what's going on here boys?" Duo finally woke up and looked around, rubbing his hand into his scalp. "Y'all had a fight? Who won?"
"No one, you imbecile," Wufei snapped, a blade of fire appearing in his hand as he glared the humans that thought they could best him.
"You just insulted my choice in weaponry while you use a sword of your own," a voice choked out. Wufei's teeth were clenched together, his jaw still twitching as he spoke.
"Your sword is made of steel correct? Mine is made from pure Mars Areiate, much stronger than your meek metals. Apart from that, I am able to manipulate the flames around its blade and they can be used as projectiles. I am superior to you, do not forget it."
The human Wufei snarled, his pride was important to him, and this look alike was insulting something that was a part of him. He tried to regain control of his muscles, but Quatre's attention was elsewhere, and the healing process had ceased.
"Wufei!" Quatre hissed, "You are crossing lines, hold your tongue, please." The tail end of Quatre's statement told the modern Heero several things. Although this Quatre was supposed to be in charge, he was still uncertain about exerting his position: he was impeccably mannered, well spoken, was very diplomatic and projected a sense of untouchable elegance. He was, in short, a very kind and honest person who was not cut out to be what he apparently was, a leader. Those were common nowadays. After having run ins with the unreasonable Relena and her brother with hair longer than her own, Heero had a very low opinion of rulers. However, Relena and Zechs had a different problem. Rather than being more uncertain and careful like this Quatre, they were concerned about their objective. Or in Relena's case her relationship with himself. His eyebrows drew together as he tried to piece together what was happening, he needed answers.
"Why are yo—" Heero was cut off when a portal dropped a figure on top of him. Usagi scrambled off of the man, her long skirts tripping her and suffocating her cushion; namely, Heero.
"Quatre!" She rushed forward and the white marshmallow skirts followed, creating the vision of a giant white cotton ball topped with golden thread.
"Princess, please calm yourself," a quiet voice spoke up from behind the group. All heads whipped around, except Usagi's and Quatre's, as Usagi knew who was speaking and Quatre couldn't move. Hotaru hovered above the ground, her Silence Glaive held securely in her hand.
"Lady," Wufei bowed, followed by the other Silver Millenium men. That is, all but the ensnared Quatre, the poor boy seemed to be the victim quite often.
"Listen!" Heero commanded, angry that he'd been set aside when a giant white puffball appeared from the ceiling. Everyone tensed, Usagi stared at him open mouthed as though surprised. "Why are you here?" He murmured, tucking his head down to hide from the sudden attention.
"The Princess demanded to know the welfare of her brother, and the others are clamoring to know of their kin as well," Hotaru smirked. "What is the meaning of this?" She gestured to the magic-less men, "you may want to prepare them, your sisters will be here any moment. I transported Usagi here, soon enough Setsuna will crack and they'll be here. Haven't you spoken to them yet?" She looked at Heero, he was the lead male Senshi, he was supposed to have this all under control.
"That's not what he meant," The long haired Trowa spoke up. "Who are you, and why do you look like us when we were fifteen?"
"Just how old are you anyway?" Wufei interjected, as he stared at the flaxen siblings next to him. The Aresian Wufei moved toward him threateningly.
"Old enough to kill you," He held the white hot flares to the man's face.
At that very moment, another vortex formed in the seamless roof, the human men all drew up into defensive positions, naturally grouping together, as did the solar royalty.
Four more bodies fell from the ceiling, all landing in a dignified fashion. Usagi was the only female that crashed, as was the way of the world. As each girl landed, the aliens collected around their landing comrades, except for the Lunar prince and princess. Their top priority and the very people they were trying to protect.
The capable human men armed themselves once more, holding out different guns. The picture to the arriving women was not good, the effect was immediate. Flame, lightning, ice, and golden energy surged forth, decimating the pathetic chambered metal.
Hell hath no fury like a woman. She did not need to be scorned.
Sometimes Minako wondered what it was like to be in real danger. She was no masochist, and she did not inflict harm upon herself. She had dealt with fights, spars, heartbreak, but what did it feel like to be on the very brink of death. When she was fighting Kunzite, she was more concerned with the welfare of her princess, and dare she say it, her nemesis.
As she stood from her kneeling position, she noted the aggressive stance of the men across from her and her friends. Suddenly, she was faced with handheld barrels she assumed were dangerous. She did not even have to call orders. Her hand pulsed with magic as she launched a swirling wall of orange and yellow that melted the front of the guns. Rei let loose a swarm of fire that ate at the pellets flying toward them. Ami froze the body of each gun, forcing the water molecules inside the hollow pieces to freeze as Makoto used her abilities to render the guns unusable.
"We need to get the Prince and Princess first," Minako ordered, taking the chain from around her waist she looked for the easiest person to use for an exchange. Wufei was being protected as he was still on the floor, gasping for breath. Besides, Quatre and Usagi sat in her way, she would not endanger them. The man with a long brown braid was distracted, gawking as his eyes followed Ami's skirt. He was fidgeting and he stood at one end of the human chain. No sooner did she whip out the golden hearts, did a hand grab the metal. She followed the stream of glinting Venunite to see a man with absurd bangs holding it tightly. She was shocked, the heat coming off her chain should have prompted the man to let go as soon as he'd grabbed it. Yet here he was, the only show of effort was the shaking of his hand as the smell of burning flesh rent the air.
"Stop, Minako!" Usagi watched in horror as the Trowa look alike did not let go. With a jerk of her wrist, the chain slid though his grasp, the metal doing even more damage as the sharp edges cut deeper into the peeling skin. Minako held the chain close to her as she pulled off the epidermal remains that had attached to the searing restraint. Usagi hauled herself upward, determined to clean and heal the burn. Quickly, Ami stepped forward. Usagi could easily fix this wound, but they were still not sure whether or not these men would accept them.
"I've got it, Usa," pointedly ignoring Heero's disapproving glance, she pushed the blonde aside and let cooling water flow over the raw opening. With one tap of her finger the water froze, causing Trowa to grunt in pain. Then, Ami pushed a finger into the ice, melting it on the bottom with a puddle of water in the middle of the still frozen top. She pulled out a vial and poured the liquid into the clear ice vase before waving her hand to freeze the center. The five humans looked on as the wound cleaned up and began to stitch the flesh together.
"What did you do?" The pink clad Quatre asked, his eyes simultaneously suspicious and filled with awe.
"I simply gave him a serum that speeds up the recovery process, however, it does not create scars," Ami replied, simply. She ignored the looks of surprise on the pilots' faces. They had not expected her to be so honest, or for the answer to be so simple.
"Why the ice?" Duo spoke up, his long braid swinging as he fidgeted, still appraising Ami from behind. "You'd think a girl so hot would be wielding fire like that chick over there." Rei's mouth dropped open as she gaped at him, insulted.
"To seal in the liquid easier," she spoke calmly, trying her best to avoid looking Duo straight in the face. She watched as the wound finished healing and the ice melted and dripped to the floor.
"I guess that makes sense, ice and your hair. Is that natural? Or the does the carpet not match the drapes?" Duo grinned, forgetting his earlier question before flailing around like a lunatic. "Damn!" The tail end of his braid caught on fire, ice began to crawl up his leg, and a thread of lightning twined itself around his torso. The Hermesian Heero had an almost imperceptible scowl on his lips as Makoto and Rei gave each other a high five. Minako studied the man as he grabbed his braid, whimpering as he stroked the burned fibers. He had the same attitude, but his hair was even longer than her Duo's. She glanced back at her brother, equally distracted, but instead he was staring at his twin. Glaring, actually. Minako smiled; as Venusian princess, she was more acute to romantic emotion, and Duo had been resonating love toward Ami just as much as Zoisite. However, Duo just left the situation alone. He too had an innate ability to tell people's feelings, and he knew Ami didn't feel for him what he felt for her. Minako was startled when Duo started to watch Heero. She'd questioned if Ami's unspoken rejection was enough to make him switch teams. Then she realized that Duo was simply curious. Heero was spartan and stoic, hardly acceptable by Venusian terms, but Duo had tapped in on the fleeting moments of the more common triumph. Minako and Duo both noticed they were just like Ami's emotions, subdued, almost restrained. Ami's emotions were much easier to read, her discipline not quite up to Heero standards.
"Can we please continue this elsewhere? People are bound to have heard the gunshots," Quatre looked around anxiously, his muscles tense and showing through the thin fabric of his shirt. Makoto and Minako stared for a moment, their Quatre was nowhere near this fit. Rei elbowed Makoto, who was standing nearer to her, clearing her throat pointedly. Makoto blushed when Quatre turned to look at her and Rei, eyes focusing on her specifically. Rei rolled her eyes and paused, listening for any signs of life outside the ammunition-lined walls.
"I think we should get moving," she murmured. The pounding of footsteps became louder as a muffled argument could be heard at the door.
"Why should we trust you?" Wufei spat from his spot, next to the Lunarians, glaring at the blazing sword held a foot from his face. The Aresian just moved the blade even closer
"Wufei," Rei muttered warningly. Her brother acquiesced and the sharp flames disappeared as the seated version began to move, but stopped when he realized he was not who this woman was talking to.
"Heero?" Relena's voice wavered, showing her concern.
"We have to leave, we can't explain this now and we're supposed to stay as inconspicuous as possible," Trowa hissed as he pushed up his long green sleeves. The perfect soldier was furious, he'd spent close to twelve minutes with these people and he had no answers. Instead he had a tidy amount of guns destroyed, a wounded teammate and the company of absurdly dressed women and men.
"Wait just a second," He started as he was pushed aside once more.
"On it, where to?" Hotaru asked as she contacted Setsuna, playing with the digital watch as Setsuna's face appeared on the screen. "Hey, we need a source of transportation."
"I already know where to send you, don't worry about it," Setsuna's serene voice sounded from the watch around Hotaru's wrist.
"Heero? Are you okay? Who are you talking to?" Relena's voice was growing more and more frantic.
"We're here for a reason, you know. We didn't just barge in on you for fun, no matter how fun it is to piss Wufei off," Duo shrugged.
"We have to say something so she doesn't bother us. You, leave, we'll meet you in a little bit," Wufei spoke as he stood, his ponytail dripping some sweat as he was still abnormally warm.
"Okay, we'll be waiting," Heero spoke up as he watched the closed door cautiously.
Without a sound, another portal opened in the ceiling. The pilots watched as all eleven aliens jumped upward and disappeared. Immediately the door slammed open, allowing a group of people to crowd the room.
"What happened here?" Zechs question, motioning to the destroyed weaponry on the floor.
"We were experimenting," Quatre spoke up quickly, his voice firm. "Apparently our guns need a little bit of upgrading." His gaze examining the metal that had hardened on the floor, it was frightening and amazing at the same time. He looked down at his own hands, he'd killed people with the use of his Gundam and handhelds. These strange beings could kill with something people thought impossible.
"That's an understatement," Duo snorted as he shined one of his remaining guns with the bottom of his shirt. His black wife beater stretched with each movement, the leather of his gloves shone in the light as he pocketed the gun and cracked his neck. "These babies are so out of date."
"Agreed, we will be going though. We're done with work today," Wufei began to push past the mass of people, his irritation easily showing. He shook his head, flicking sweat onto Zechs as he passed.
"Disgusting, what have you been doing in here?" Zechs looked at them incredulously, staring at the melted steel that had created an odd lump on the floor. The boys looked at each other. They did not know what to say.
"But you didn't forget the get together tonight correct? I'm to speak, and we need you all to be there. Bring dates, except you, Heero, you'll be escorting me," Relena waved her hand carelessly as her anxiety had long since disappeared. "You are allowed to bring other guests as well, within reason," she finished before turning to leave. She brushed past Wufei, who had been standing the hallway.
"See you tonight boys," Zechs moved toward the doorway as well as he looked over them one last time. Heero grunted his assent.
"Mister Peacecraft," Quatre bowed respectfully before gathering the useless metal from the ground. He moved to leave, as did the remaining three boys.
"Let's get home then."
Failllllllll. Sorry for taking so long, and I don't have any good excuses besides lack of inspiration. Anyway, thanks decisionpending and JPandS! I really appreciate the reviews!
Also, thank you so much, Angelic Mayuka!
I'll be doodling picture of each boy and posting them on my Deviantart soon. Otherwise, my page doesn't get much action at all.