Ok, ok. It took a little longer than I had hopped for me to get this up, but unfortunately, that was because my computer has been malfunctioning all week. Forgive me. Anyway, this should please you. Go ahead and read.
Year: After Colony 232
November 24
9:00 A.M.
Location: ?
Two figures lay in two separate beds. The snow white linens were common throughout the building. The figures stirred as the sun came into the room. Each man woke slowly as the sun hit their faces, pretending to be in pain in case someone they didn't expect was in the room. Seeing the coast was clear, the man in the left bed rolled over to his side to peer at his companion in the bed beside him. Trowa lay on his back, his green eyes focused on the ceiling. He didn't realize that the black haired, black eyed man on his left was watching him until his voice sounded in Trowa's ears.
"You cut it a little close getting back last night. Are you sure we should continue this?"
Trowa nodded. "They need all the help they can get, Wufei."
"And just how will you help them if we get caught? It's hard enough to get information for ourselves as it is."
"I know. But we just have to risk it. We haven't given them enough information," Trowa argued. "We need to find out what exactly is going on. If we stopp-"
"What?"
"They're coming." Trowa said simply, rolling over to appear in pain. Two doctors entered the room. One had dark skin with white hair and a snake tattoo on his lower arm. His gray eyes searched the room. His companion had pale white skin and solid black hair, with the same tattoo.
"They're no better than yesterday." The white haired doctor said. He held a vial of red liquid in his hand as he moved beside Trowa's bed and gazed down at the man who twisted his face in agony.
"Did you expect them to be? At least they're kept incapacitated without much assistance from us." The black haired one answered, smirking from his position near Wufei's bed. "Open your mouth, Chang," he commanded. The Chinese man looked up at him almost in defiance, but did as he was told. The doctor poured the liquid from his own vial into the patient's mouth, while the first doctor did the same to Trowa. Both patients closed their mouths and swallowed. Their eyes began to drift closed and they entered deep sleeps, their pains ceased.
"They're asleep, Monte?" The black haired doctor asked. Monte nodded. "Very well, shall we go see patient number three?" Again Monte nodded.
"How long does the General want us to keep this up, Jamison?" Monte asked the black haired doctor as they walked toward the far end of the hospital room. A door at the end led into an enclosure no larger than a broom closet. Jamison looked at him and ran a hand through his black hair.
"Not sure, but he's ready to make his presence official."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see tonight. Just know that after this, the colonies will know its war, and when we win, and we will win, they'll have a new King. And with their heroes missing, and their only hopes pre-occupied, they will be very easy pray for the General. Monte just nodded, smiling evilly, and unlocked the door, as Jamison pulled a whip out of his lab coat pocket.
Trowa and Wufei opened their eyes, spitting the liquid into the cups beside their beds and then tossing them out the open window as they heard the first stifled screams of pain from inside the closed room at the end of the hall.
Year: After Colony 232
November 23
11:00 P.M.
Location: Colony Cluster L5; Colony 46FJX89
Ami lay in her bed, her cloths on the chair beside it. Tarak was in the bathroom; she could hear him. She sighed and closed her eyes, as the simple sound of the bathroom door opening reached her ears. She felt the bed move as he climbed into it beside her. She rolled onto her side, snuggling into his hold. She felt her bare back touch his bare torso and smiled. She turned her head toward him and he kissed her eyes and lips.
"You know I love you, right?"
She nodded. "Mmhum. Tell me again."
Tarak smiled, his green eyes watching the curves of her face as she sat there. "I love you."
She grinned. "Again."
"I love you I love you I love you."
She giggled and rolled over again. "Tell me a different way."
He grinned and closed his eyes, kissing her deeply and romantically. The next moment their bodies were intertwined in mad passion. The heat of the moment surrounded them. Love was more than just a word to them. It was a very real thing. Tarak felt her hands along his back. He cupped her breasts in his hands, beneath the blanks. "I love you." He whispered to her, sinking deeper into the passion.
Year: After Colony 232
November 24
3:00 A.M.
Location: Colony Cluster L5; Colony 46FJX89
Duo sat at a desk, the pale desk lamp illuminating the left side of his face as he stared at Tarak. How? How did the young man know? He wasn't telling the whole truth, this Duo knew, but he also knew that Tarak wouldn't tell, not if he didn't want to, but he trusted him. If he was younger and Tarak had been Trowa, then Duo probably would have pestered him to know the answer. But Tarak wasn't Trowa, and Duo was full grown. He just focused his violet eyes on the young pilot. His soldier.
"Commander Maxwell?"
Duo shook his head to snap himself out of the trance. His braid flapped around behind him. "You're sure this is what you heard? There's no doubt that these "gentlemen" weren't talking about someone else?"
"No, sir. They were talking about 04, I have no doubt." Tarak said, hoping Duo wouldn't see through his lie. He watched the older man, seeing almost no sign of the Duo Maxwell his father had told him about. Behind violet perfection was a serious man, well worn from years of fighting in a cruel war and then working as a preventer. Tarak saw how tired he was. How sick and tired he was of having to be one of the people to fix things. Tarak knew he was harder, older, coarser, then he had been the year before, but he hated the thought that he might one day be like his father and the other gundam pilots, whole on the outside, but hollow within. Tarak diverted his eyes.
Duo smiled, for a moment, his youthful personality re-appearing. "Go on. You've earned a bit of relaxation. I'll see what we can do with this information. Thanks, Tarak."
The green eyed man nodded, keeping his face expressionless. Duo could have sworn he saw Trowa looking back at him, but knew it was only a trick of his mind. He watched the young man leave the room before he turned back to face his desk and the computer that sat on it. He turned off the desk lamp and let the blue light from the computer screen caress his worn face. He ran his hands over his face and placed his hand on the mouse. The white arrow on the computer screen moved to the bottom of the screen and opened an IM conversation window.
Duo began to type.
Deathscythe2: It seems that he was telling the truth.
DJ: It seems he was.
Deathscythe2: What should we do now?
DJ: You already know who the predator is?
Deathscythe2: Yes, I remember what you told me. But what does that have to do with this?
DJ: You want to protect him, don't you?
Deathscythe2: Yes. But I want to protect the prey as well.
DJ: What do you think will happen if the boys discover the truth before you can get the predator away from the prey? Do you still think you can do it? Especially when they have help from an outside force that you don't know of?
Deathscythe2: I don't know. But I have to try.
Deathscythe2 signed off at 3:19:22 AM
Duo shut the computer monitor off, leaving himself in total darkness.
Year: After Colony 232
November 23
10:00 P.M.
Location: Colony Cluster L5; 46FJX89
"Trevet! You Baka! Get your lazy ass out here right now or we're leaving without you!"
Haru called into the depths of the hotel room. "Ayman, are you sure you're gonna be alright here?"
The brown haired boy nodded. "Go. I'm not interested in that type of stuff." He smiled. "Anyway, I'm gonna help Commander Maxwell track down 04. I mean we shouldn't all be off having fun at the same time. Some of us should do some work."
Yul frowned at him as he pulled on his overcoat. "Don't worry. When you come back, I can go out and you can do all the work." The ten year old added grinning.
Trevet swaggered into the room, his hair messed and his shirt unbuttoned.
"Remind me again why I'm going," he commanded as he began to button his shirt.
"Because, Maxwell, you're always complaining about being bored, and there are girls involved." Yul finished making sure his overcoat was secure, knowing how cold it really was.
"That, and Nikki made me promise to bring him," Haru amended. Trevet, whose face had perked up at the world "girls" rolled his eyes.
"Can't help it that the ladies find me attractive."
"Not for her, Baka! She thinks you'd be perfect for a friend of ours."
"Good luck. This man doesn't belong to just one woman," Trevet said pulling his coat on and following his friends onto the street. Haru hailed a taxi and ten minutes later, they found themselves in front of the theater. Haru paid the driver and scanned the crowd.
"You got the tickets, Haru?" Yul asked, his hands in his pockets as they went into the lobby and checked their coats. He straightened his dark gray tie which went well with his pale gray shirt and black pants. Haru nodded, keeping his bright sapphire eyes on the crowds of people. He wore a pair of dark khaki pants, a black turtle neck, and a brown sports coat. The older man looked at Trevet, who watched all the women in the lobby with longing. Haru shook his head. He would learn. Trevet had managed to get his dark blond hair to sit in such a way that it made his violet eyes stand out. He wore a pair of grey pants and a pale blue dress shirt, as well as a black sports jacket.
A familiar face caught Haru's eye and a moment later her was sprinting toward the woman he hadn't seen in a week. Nikki was dressed in a dark green evening dress with no sleeves. She had a dark green shawl over her shoulders. Her two companions were each dressed similarly. Kat's dress was red with black straps and a black waist line; and Bren's was a dark violet with crystals studs around the neck line and short gloves to match the dress.
Yul followed Haru and Trevet tagged along, trying to pick his jaw up off the floor.
Before words were spoken, Haru took Nikki in his arms and kissed her entire face before his lips made it to hers. Yul, Trevet, Bren, and Kat, looked on, rolling their eyes.
"You should get a room," Bren said sarcastically, a sweet smile on her face. The couple sprung apart immediately, blushing.
"S-sorry," Nikki stammered.
"No harm done," Kat said grinning and clapping Nikki's shoulder. "Just tell me which one of these fine gentlemen is my date and you can go back to making out. I'll even pay for the room."
"Easily pleased, aren't you Kat?" Haru joked, hugging the girl around the shoulders.
"Sometimes," she responded, flashing him a smile.
"Alright. Alright," Nikki cut in. "Kat, may I introduce, Mr. Yul Chang." Yul nodded to her, his face emotionless, so Kat couldn't see what he was thinking. Kat just smiled and took the arm he offered her.
Nikki turned to wait for Bren to finish her conversation with Haru about MDs. She tapped her foot lightly on the floor, slowly increasing the volume to get Bren's attention. Bren finally realized what Nikki was doing. She turned a violent shade of Crimson.
"My fault."
Nikki shook her head laughing. "Yep. But that's ok. Bren, I'd like you to meet Trevet Maxwell." Trevet, hearing his name, snapped back to reality from a state in which he had been staring at Bren, his jaw nearly dragging the ground. He came forward and kissed her hand. Bren just watched him as he came over, gave her a hasty smile, running his hand through his hair.
"Not bad," she said, a slight frown on her face. She had been watching him from the distance while Kat and Nikki had been checking their coats. She had seen him staring at every woman that passed by. She shivered lightly. "It's a bit chilly in here. Why don't we go get our seats?" She didn't wait for him to answer, but just began to walk to the door. Trevet followed immediately, not even thinking. Yul and Kat followed, in what seemed to be an interesting conversation. Nikki and Haru brought up the end of their group. She gave him a questioning look, which he just shrugged to in response. She accepted it and laid her head on his shoulder.
Year: After Colony 232
November 25
1:00 A.M.
Location: ?
Reds, oranges, and yellows from the explosions on the television screen illuminated the small room, highlighting Quatre's features and Heero's mangled face. They watched the battle. An MD fired a missile at an MS and moments later it shattered into millions of pieces; fire rained down on the colony below. Quatre's eyes shifted to the bottom of the screen. A line gave the date, colony cluster 1, colony 42MRP91, and the word LIVE. Suddenly the feed went to snow. As the screen cleared, a dark figure appeared, no more than a silhouette.
"People of the colonies, this is just the beginning. Surrender to your new king or watch this keep happening." Quatre turned to look at Heero. He cringed as he saw the evil grin highlighted on 01's face. The screen blacked out for a second and Quatre couldn't see anything. Then the battle between the enemy and the colony, that was losing badly, appeared back on the screen. A tear trickled down Quatre's face.
"Your revenge?" he asked his captor.
Heero shook his head. "Better."
Year: After Colony 232
November 25
2:00 A.M.
Location: ?
Duo slammed his fists down on the counsel. Lights flickered all around him. His body shook in violent rage. He pressed a botton and the world went silent. The lights went out as if in the one moment he had exhaled, he had put out all the light in the universe. He leaned back in his chair, shrouded in darkness. He closed his eyes, and then opened them. He gazed out in front of him, seeing a dead man.
"DAMN IT! WHO ARE YOU AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THIS!" he shouted. He grinned, remembering Shinigami who still lived somewhere inside him. "WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU NEVER MESSED WITH SHINIGAMI," he added, grinning evily, his youth alive in him, as a computer screen flickered on. 02 gazed into the eyes of the most unlikely person.
Year: After colony 232
November 24
9:00 A.M.
Location: ?
A man sat in a small room as the door began to close and the two doctors were once again away from him for the day. He knew who lay beyond the door yet it was impossible to contact them. He sat naked except for a pair of black boxers on the cold stone floor of his small prison. His hand were shackled to the ceiling and the chain had been lowered just enough to let him sit. His blood pooled around him, leaking from the lashes and wounds all over his body. His eyes were closed and his head lay forward on his chest. He stopped breathing as his mind came out of a trance. He coughed up blood and began to breathe slowly once again. The pain he had staved off flooded his mind and he passed out. The only sound was his slow steady breathing, and the dripping of blood from his body onto the stone floor.
So, what did you all think of that? Hmm? Who is the mystery villain? Who is Duo talking to? Where are Trowa and Wufei? Who is patient number three and why is he being treated like that? Who is DJ? Some many questions, so very little time to answer. In fact, no time at all. Oh well, you'll just have to wait until chapter 8. Anyway, this author has major Chem. 101 and Genetics studying to do, so I'm gonna go and try to be a good little college student and get that done. But do me a favor, click the little button that says "submit review" and I shall be very happy.
