I'm back again by demands of Chibi Luv and Jack. They started yelling at me
cause I coulda had this chapter for you on Saturday but I was lacking the
Chibi chan seal of Approval which is giving to every chapter I post but she
was unavailable to mark the seal.
I'm actually surprised how this chapter ended up. It starts off at par with most of my good chaps but gets really better at the end. I shocked my self but then my Muses informed me that I'm just a baka. Maybe I should let them do the next chap, then they can see how hard it is. Note though, that this chapter is out of order on purpose.
Also, I have it so that the senshi are able to call on some form of their powers, even when not transformed. Not all of their attacks but something like, Rei psychic abilities and some control of fire. Minako's increased empathy. Haruka senses shifts in the wind and Michiru senses shifts in the tides, etc.
Shameless plug: Go watch Rurouni Kenshin, original version. It rocks. I've been watching it for the past month and am about half way through the series and it's superb. Kenshins such a hottie. *Tunks starts drooling on keyboard*
*Jack smacks Tunks with a frying pan and takes over at the keyboard.*
"Jack here, ignore her ranting, she just won't admit she's in love with ,me!"
Damn you Jack! Well.. On to the next chap.
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You're My Kryptonite~ chapter 12
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"Don't think I won't kill you."
"I know you will."
The intensity of the room is only matched by the tension between two counterparts. Two pieces of a duel that's only been waiting to happen. The two combatants prepared for it to the point that conversation has been deemed unnecessary. Words only exchanged to taunt and badger. But even words cease their pitiful existence when fists begin to fly.
It's said when a true warrior locks eyes with an equally skilled competitor, the outcome of the match can be decided before the first punch is thrown. The question is, does such a sentiment still exist in a world where ones emotions have been made irrelevant, and in turn, ones eyes have taken on a more elemental appeal.
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"No way! Prove it."
"I bet you five bucks I can."
"Make it ten. You're going down."
Moving at a moderate pace, hovering just above the speed limit, the jeep is rather calm except for the bubbly chatter of two of its cohorts. Few cars are on the rod at this time of the evening as the colonies lights are just starting to dim. The jeep itself blends in to society, a beat-up green paint job and it's collapsible roof down. The road is a narrow two-lane road that encircles the colony and works in connecting sector to sector. It doesn't lead directly to their final destination but no road leads everywhere.
Quatre sits behind the wheel, quietly watching the road and enjoying the feel of the warm breeze rustling through his hair. Tuning out light chatter is always made easier while immersing yourself in simpler tasks. The white lines passing beneath the wheels and other cars passing by, only half his mind is centered on his destination, a path he's ridden so many times before. The other half more focused on the day nearly passed. Shopping in town, not something they tend to do. The indiscreet laughing at each others misfortunes. Then the not so casual conversation concerning one of his closest friends.
It's simple to misjudge a person and even more so when the person being judged couldn't care less if anyone like him or not. That may sound good to a point but the problem occurs when the said person seemingly resents life and it's burdens. Wishing to move on from this life to the next with out carrying with them a sense of accomplishment.
Minako and Duo occupy the other two front seats, continuing the joking from where they left off. Minako is in the center seat not really bothered by being stuck between two guys. Even their voices are slightly hushed by the wind rushing by around the jeep. Perhaps the two of them are too much alike to be considered safe but none of their companions seem to mind, or is it a case of incorrectly judging the potential of the two combined? They'll just have to wait and see.
In the back seat, the mood is increasingly somber. Trowa sits to the left, already starting on one of his newest books, not bothered by Maxwell's bantering, the sting of his bangs in his eyes, or the way the breeze picks up the pages and whips them about. Content in his silence and the depicted worlds that exist solely in the written word.
Haruka's in the center seat and resting with her eyes shut while Rei sits farthest to the right. Leaning on the side of the jeep and absently staring off at the passing scenery. Her own thoughts and worries coursing her mind. So lost, she doesn't notice every so often when Quatre glances in the rear view mirror and her image is in the furthest most point. He sees her each time she absently sighs and still knowing the question is how to get home.
"But then, what's her deal?" Duo shouts a little louder but not completely disturbing the silence of the other passengers.
"Who?" Minako responds. "Haruka?" She glances back at her comrade and then forward again. Haruka opens her eyes at the mention of her name. "She doesn't like guys." Minako proclaims.
"That makes sense." Duo nods his head and Minako nods with him.
"That doesn't make sense." Haruka mutters.
"She doesn't like popular guys." Minako elaborates.
"That makes sense." Duo agrees once more and they both nod their heads.
"That doesn't make sense." Haruka mutters a little louder, more firmness in her voice.
"She doesn't like really good-looking, popular guys." Minako continues again.
"THAT, makes sense." Duo nods solemnly with Minako.
"That doesn't make sense!" Haruka shouts, disrupting everyone in the car and causing Quatre to swerve left and nearly colliding with an oncoming truck.
Minako spins around in her seat and glares at Haruka for making such a disturbance and almost making Quatre kill them. In the process of scolding her, she notices Trowa calmly reading his book and her typical curiosity drives her to know more.
"Trowa-kun?" Minako calls quietly, but he doesn't look up from his reading so instead she jerks the book from his hands and turns back around with it.
Instead of complaining, Trowa pulls out another book and begins to read again only to have Minako turn around and take that book too. He sits calmly for a moment, looking at the back of her head as she leafs through his books along with Duo. After waiting for a bit longer, he leans forward and lightly taps her on the shoulder.
Glancing back over her shoulder, Minako grins at Trowa and turns forward once more. She flips a few more pages when he taps on her shoulder again. "Trowa-kun, there's no pictures in your books." Minako whines half- heartedly, then digs through one of the bags at her feet, and turns back to him, handing him a stack of about six mangas. "Read one of these instead."
He sorts through the mangas one by one, rearranging their order before handing them back with a colorful green and white one on the top of the stack. "That one has the best ending." He informs.
"You. you've read them all?" She asks, surprised while taking them back.
Trowa nods in response. Duo turns around as well.
"How many books have you read?" Duo asks.
"4,719,893, not including these new ones."
"Ahhhh!" Duo screams, turning back around and throwing his hands over his eyes. "That number makes my head hurt."
Minako continues to look back at Trowa as he crosses his arms and lets his chin fall to his chest and closes his eyes. She watches him a minute longer and then turns forward again.
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The distinct sound of glass shattering on marble echoes through the adjoining halls and causing several nearby employees to come to investigate. The site they do receive on arrival is that of two combatants at the head of the stairs. One lunges forward and the other kicks out, causing him to tumble backwards down the stairs. Then the second leaps over the railing and lands nimbly on the floor below just as the first strikes bottom.
When the first doesn't immediately rise, the second strides forward and lifts him up be the shirt and drags him out into the front yard. As they cross out onto the grass, the first hooks his foot back and trips the one dragging him and they both get to their feet once more.
"Giving up will hurt less."
"Not until I rip off at least one of your limbs."
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Finding ones self out numbered and surrounded is a position all soldiers are taught to avoid. Single out your enemies and take 'em out one by one. The code of anyone who desires survival. But not everyone is that lucky and it's bad etiquette to depend on only that. Don't get caught in a corner. Don't run out of bullets. Don't show fear. But what do you do when everything fails and you're really in a bind?
Even the perfect soldier must ask himself that once in a while. Especially when he finds himself surrounded by five seemingly harmless people. People who have already proven there's more to them then's obvious. More so when his trusty gun is about five feet away, resting just outside the circle.
What would you do in such a compromising situation?
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"Hey what's that?"
Minako leans forward in the seat as they turn onto the long driveway leading up to the Winner estate. Everyone else joins her in leaning in as they look on to the front of the house. Several hundred yards ahead on the front lawn, two figures move about. Their exact movements and identities obscured but it's more then obvious who it is and what's going on.
Slamming on the gas, Quatre doubles their speed up the drive towards the quarreling pair. Just hope it's not to late.
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"Let me pass Yuy!"
At the top of the stairs, Hiiro stands rigid and unmoving. Having regained his clothing and retreated back to his haven, he now stands, unwilling to let anyone pass. Not needing to speak, the icy chill of his eyes is all he needs to get his message across. At least too most but not all are so easy to persuade.
"Dammit Yuy!"
The pilot of Nataku growls in agitation at the stubborn streak of one zero- one. He's three steps down from Hiiro, as Hiiro stands in the middle of the steps, not letting him by to use the training room. Said incidents of the past have been stated regarding a similar argument but this won't necessarily end the same. Wufei takes a step up but Hiiro raises his gun, all to willing to pull the trigger.
"I beat you once before Yuy, don't think I can't do it again." Wufei growls, raising his katana. "You ended up in the infirmary last time you stopped me from using the training room."
"Hn." Hiiro grunts in reply and lowers his gun, tucking it away. "And I still owe you for that one."
Wufei chuckles lightly, sheaths his blade, and then sets it on the steps. He takes another step up. "That's more like it." He cracks his knuckles. "It wasn't meant to throw you down the stairs but your bones were just weak enough to break." He takes the last step up to be face to face with Hiiro.
"Don't think I won't kill you." Hiiro warns, taking a step back and lowering into a defensive stance.
"I know you will."
Wufei lunges forward, fists aimed for Hiiro's chest when Hiiro counters with a roundhouse, pushing him back against the railing. The wood rail rattles sending several glass items serening to the floor. Wufei moves to jump back in when Hiiro's fist connects with his jaw and he's sent on a bumpy ride down the stairs. Hiiro follows by jumping the rail and landing the next floor down. He then stalks forward and picks Wufei up by the shirt and drags him out the front door.
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"What the hell!"
"Hiiro, stop!"
Before the jeep is even to a complete stop, everyone jumps out and runs across the yard. Quatre is the last to leave as he pushes it in park and leaves the keys in the ignition.
Out in the yard, Hiiro has Wufei pinned to the ground and is straddling his waist as he punches him relentlessly. To the jaw, the temples, and the chest. Every punch random and filled with anger as Wufei rides that line between consciousness and lack there of. He drills another series of punches into Wufeis chest, causing him to spit up some blood.
Running their direction, Duo is just ahead of Trowa and Haruka is just behind them. Minako and Rei trail not far behind and Quatre catches up and passes them in no time.
Pulling Wufei up once more, Hiiro's about to punch him again when he hears footsteps approaching rapidly. He looks over his shoulder to see Duo diving at him and he tackles him to the ground.
They tumble several times until Duo has him on his back and his gun has fallen away. They continue to struggle as Trowa reaches the gun and kicks it away. He then stands to the side as Duo continues to wrestle with Hiiro.
Rei and Quatre stop beside Haruka while Minako kneels beside Wufei. She looks at him closely, a tiny stream of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, he lies unmoving, and his eyes closed. She pokes him once in the shoulder and twice in the cheek but he doesn't flinch. She then lowers her ear to his mouth to hear if he's breathing and then sits up and looks back over her shoulder.
"I think he's dead." Minako calls absently.
Meanwhile, in the struggle between Duo and Hiiro, Hiiro clutches a hand on Duo's throat and throws him off before jumping to his feet. Just as he's about to turn away, he finds himself surrounded. His three conscious comrades, Haruka, and Rei.
The five stand in a circle around him and he relaxes his stance, considering his options. Five on one, the odds aren't bad but two possess unknown abilities. Quatre stands directly in front of him.
"That wasn't a very fair spar Hiiro." Quatre speaks calmly.
Not moving, Hiiro shifts his eyes, locating his gun. It rests only five feet away. Just outside the circle and blocked by Trowa. He curses mentally when he feels a heat source directed at his back.
He turns full around to find Rei with a flame sniper aimed at his chest. He takes a step forward, locking eyes with her. She draws the bow taught.
"Don't make me." Rei warns.
Hiiro takes two more steps until the tip of the arrow just barely touches the center of his chest. The cloth of his shirt is burnt through and the burning continues to his flesh. But his icy blue eyes don't stray from hers.
"Go ahead." He offers with no hint of concern.
Her eyes widen just barely, the intensity of his eyes boring into her mind. She gasps internally as a series of images race across her mind.
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A five year old boy sitting by a fire with an older man, ignoring the sensation of hunger gnawing in the pit of their stomachs.
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A young man in his early teens, standing on a hill overlooking a base. The night sky looming over him as he triggers the switch clutched in his right hand.
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The boy, six years old and hefting a cannon on his shoulders, aiming at an intimidating mobile suit.
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Sixteen and as grown up as he's gonna get, falling unconscious at the end of a tormenting battle. One to decide the ages.
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Unfathomable numbers of mechs, ripping each other to bits in a colossal duel that was the mere dispute of two former friends.
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An eight-year-old boy, wandering through the run down streets of one of many colonies. Abandoned with nowhere to turn until he passes a darkened alley.
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Fourteen and still a helpless child as he picks through the remains of a civilian complex. He kneels to scoop up a puppy. One of many unfortunate casualties.
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An infant cries in the night, but no one's there to listen.
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17 and still wandering, headed nowhere with nowhere to return.
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A little kid as he watches the only person that was like a father to him, bleeding to death. His own undoing.
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Ten and the harshest training. His humanity seeps away.
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A little girls laugh as she jogs away, after her dog.
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"I killed her."
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A lone flower, orange blossom, held firmly in his hand.
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A shooting star crosses through the atmosphere, intercepted by three enemy troops.
* *
"Ore wa.."
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Awakening on a sandy beach. This wasn't supposed to be. Face to face with an innocent who now must die.
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"Ore wa.."
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Crossing through an airport to board a plane. Father and son or so they say.
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Pushing through the atmosphere, he turns his back to the planet he fell to once before. Sights set to save the species he no longer believes he belongs to.
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"I will survive!"
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Lying at the bottom of the ocean, a war ragging on the surface and in his mind.
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"I killed Mariemeia."
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A young teen, strolling through the rubble carrying the dog and the flower. Snow falls gently around him.
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"I never have to kill again."
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Pulling the trigger, the hammer locks and the action kicks forward. Dry fire.
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"Want to become a Gundam pilot?"
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Standing in the open hatch of his Gundam, determination set in the intensity of his eyes. He flips the relay switch with no hesitation. Letting go, the machine self-destructs.
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"Sure."
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Drawing from with in, the fire dissipates and weaves back into her arms. Her eyes drop from his and the small patch of blood from where her arrow touched his flesh.
Her chin drops to her chest and he steps past her, his arm barely brushing hers. He walks to the side of his comrade, who he'd previously beaten and crouches beside him and the blonde senshi. Pulling her back by the shoulder, he halts her pitiful attempt at mouth to mouth. He then smacks Wufei several times to jar him awake.
"Come on Chang, I didn't beat you that badly." He states with his straightforward demeanor.
In return, he receives a pained, forced groan from the soldier. He then takes him by the arm and drags him towards the infirmary.
"I'm still...gonna..rip off your limbs." Wufei mumbles on the edge of coherence.
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What?@!
Did you guys actually think I was gonna kill Wufei?
C'mon, I need him later on and besides..he's kinda cute.
Man, 11 pages, can you believe it? My longest yet and quite the one to think about.
I appreciate all the wonderful reviews and it's great to have your input whether it be neg or pos.
Remember, every chap is stamped with a Chibi-chan seal of approval.
'Tunks
I'm actually surprised how this chapter ended up. It starts off at par with most of my good chaps but gets really better at the end. I shocked my self but then my Muses informed me that I'm just a baka. Maybe I should let them do the next chap, then they can see how hard it is. Note though, that this chapter is out of order on purpose.
Also, I have it so that the senshi are able to call on some form of their powers, even when not transformed. Not all of their attacks but something like, Rei psychic abilities and some control of fire. Minako's increased empathy. Haruka senses shifts in the wind and Michiru senses shifts in the tides, etc.
Shameless plug: Go watch Rurouni Kenshin, original version. It rocks. I've been watching it for the past month and am about half way through the series and it's superb. Kenshins such a hottie. *Tunks starts drooling on keyboard*
*Jack smacks Tunks with a frying pan and takes over at the keyboard.*
"Jack here, ignore her ranting, she just won't admit she's in love with ,me!"
Damn you Jack! Well.. On to the next chap.
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You're My Kryptonite~ chapter 12
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"Don't think I won't kill you."
"I know you will."
The intensity of the room is only matched by the tension between two counterparts. Two pieces of a duel that's only been waiting to happen. The two combatants prepared for it to the point that conversation has been deemed unnecessary. Words only exchanged to taunt and badger. But even words cease their pitiful existence when fists begin to fly.
It's said when a true warrior locks eyes with an equally skilled competitor, the outcome of the match can be decided before the first punch is thrown. The question is, does such a sentiment still exist in a world where ones emotions have been made irrelevant, and in turn, ones eyes have taken on a more elemental appeal.
#######
"No way! Prove it."
"I bet you five bucks I can."
"Make it ten. You're going down."
Moving at a moderate pace, hovering just above the speed limit, the jeep is rather calm except for the bubbly chatter of two of its cohorts. Few cars are on the rod at this time of the evening as the colonies lights are just starting to dim. The jeep itself blends in to society, a beat-up green paint job and it's collapsible roof down. The road is a narrow two-lane road that encircles the colony and works in connecting sector to sector. It doesn't lead directly to their final destination but no road leads everywhere.
Quatre sits behind the wheel, quietly watching the road and enjoying the feel of the warm breeze rustling through his hair. Tuning out light chatter is always made easier while immersing yourself in simpler tasks. The white lines passing beneath the wheels and other cars passing by, only half his mind is centered on his destination, a path he's ridden so many times before. The other half more focused on the day nearly passed. Shopping in town, not something they tend to do. The indiscreet laughing at each others misfortunes. Then the not so casual conversation concerning one of his closest friends.
It's simple to misjudge a person and even more so when the person being judged couldn't care less if anyone like him or not. That may sound good to a point but the problem occurs when the said person seemingly resents life and it's burdens. Wishing to move on from this life to the next with out carrying with them a sense of accomplishment.
Minako and Duo occupy the other two front seats, continuing the joking from where they left off. Minako is in the center seat not really bothered by being stuck between two guys. Even their voices are slightly hushed by the wind rushing by around the jeep. Perhaps the two of them are too much alike to be considered safe but none of their companions seem to mind, or is it a case of incorrectly judging the potential of the two combined? They'll just have to wait and see.
In the back seat, the mood is increasingly somber. Trowa sits to the left, already starting on one of his newest books, not bothered by Maxwell's bantering, the sting of his bangs in his eyes, or the way the breeze picks up the pages and whips them about. Content in his silence and the depicted worlds that exist solely in the written word.
Haruka's in the center seat and resting with her eyes shut while Rei sits farthest to the right. Leaning on the side of the jeep and absently staring off at the passing scenery. Her own thoughts and worries coursing her mind. So lost, she doesn't notice every so often when Quatre glances in the rear view mirror and her image is in the furthest most point. He sees her each time she absently sighs and still knowing the question is how to get home.
"But then, what's her deal?" Duo shouts a little louder but not completely disturbing the silence of the other passengers.
"Who?" Minako responds. "Haruka?" She glances back at her comrade and then forward again. Haruka opens her eyes at the mention of her name. "She doesn't like guys." Minako proclaims.
"That makes sense." Duo nods his head and Minako nods with him.
"That doesn't make sense." Haruka mutters.
"She doesn't like popular guys." Minako elaborates.
"That makes sense." Duo agrees once more and they both nod their heads.
"That doesn't make sense." Haruka mutters a little louder, more firmness in her voice.
"She doesn't like really good-looking, popular guys." Minako continues again.
"THAT, makes sense." Duo nods solemnly with Minako.
"That doesn't make sense!" Haruka shouts, disrupting everyone in the car and causing Quatre to swerve left and nearly colliding with an oncoming truck.
Minako spins around in her seat and glares at Haruka for making such a disturbance and almost making Quatre kill them. In the process of scolding her, she notices Trowa calmly reading his book and her typical curiosity drives her to know more.
"Trowa-kun?" Minako calls quietly, but he doesn't look up from his reading so instead she jerks the book from his hands and turns back around with it.
Instead of complaining, Trowa pulls out another book and begins to read again only to have Minako turn around and take that book too. He sits calmly for a moment, looking at the back of her head as she leafs through his books along with Duo. After waiting for a bit longer, he leans forward and lightly taps her on the shoulder.
Glancing back over her shoulder, Minako grins at Trowa and turns forward once more. She flips a few more pages when he taps on her shoulder again. "Trowa-kun, there's no pictures in your books." Minako whines half- heartedly, then digs through one of the bags at her feet, and turns back to him, handing him a stack of about six mangas. "Read one of these instead."
He sorts through the mangas one by one, rearranging their order before handing them back with a colorful green and white one on the top of the stack. "That one has the best ending." He informs.
"You. you've read them all?" She asks, surprised while taking them back.
Trowa nods in response. Duo turns around as well.
"How many books have you read?" Duo asks.
"4,719,893, not including these new ones."
"Ahhhh!" Duo screams, turning back around and throwing his hands over his eyes. "That number makes my head hurt."
Minako continues to look back at Trowa as he crosses his arms and lets his chin fall to his chest and closes his eyes. She watches him a minute longer and then turns forward again.
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The distinct sound of glass shattering on marble echoes through the adjoining halls and causing several nearby employees to come to investigate. The site they do receive on arrival is that of two combatants at the head of the stairs. One lunges forward and the other kicks out, causing him to tumble backwards down the stairs. Then the second leaps over the railing and lands nimbly on the floor below just as the first strikes bottom.
When the first doesn't immediately rise, the second strides forward and lifts him up be the shirt and drags him out into the front yard. As they cross out onto the grass, the first hooks his foot back and trips the one dragging him and they both get to their feet once more.
"Giving up will hurt less."
"Not until I rip off at least one of your limbs."
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Finding ones self out numbered and surrounded is a position all soldiers are taught to avoid. Single out your enemies and take 'em out one by one. The code of anyone who desires survival. But not everyone is that lucky and it's bad etiquette to depend on only that. Don't get caught in a corner. Don't run out of bullets. Don't show fear. But what do you do when everything fails and you're really in a bind?
Even the perfect soldier must ask himself that once in a while. Especially when he finds himself surrounded by five seemingly harmless people. People who have already proven there's more to them then's obvious. More so when his trusty gun is about five feet away, resting just outside the circle.
What would you do in such a compromising situation?
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"Hey what's that?"
Minako leans forward in the seat as they turn onto the long driveway leading up to the Winner estate. Everyone else joins her in leaning in as they look on to the front of the house. Several hundred yards ahead on the front lawn, two figures move about. Their exact movements and identities obscured but it's more then obvious who it is and what's going on.
Slamming on the gas, Quatre doubles their speed up the drive towards the quarreling pair. Just hope it's not to late.
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"Let me pass Yuy!"
At the top of the stairs, Hiiro stands rigid and unmoving. Having regained his clothing and retreated back to his haven, he now stands, unwilling to let anyone pass. Not needing to speak, the icy chill of his eyes is all he needs to get his message across. At least too most but not all are so easy to persuade.
"Dammit Yuy!"
The pilot of Nataku growls in agitation at the stubborn streak of one zero- one. He's three steps down from Hiiro, as Hiiro stands in the middle of the steps, not letting him by to use the training room. Said incidents of the past have been stated regarding a similar argument but this won't necessarily end the same. Wufei takes a step up but Hiiro raises his gun, all to willing to pull the trigger.
"I beat you once before Yuy, don't think I can't do it again." Wufei growls, raising his katana. "You ended up in the infirmary last time you stopped me from using the training room."
"Hn." Hiiro grunts in reply and lowers his gun, tucking it away. "And I still owe you for that one."
Wufei chuckles lightly, sheaths his blade, and then sets it on the steps. He takes another step up. "That's more like it." He cracks his knuckles. "It wasn't meant to throw you down the stairs but your bones were just weak enough to break." He takes the last step up to be face to face with Hiiro.
"Don't think I won't kill you." Hiiro warns, taking a step back and lowering into a defensive stance.
"I know you will."
Wufei lunges forward, fists aimed for Hiiro's chest when Hiiro counters with a roundhouse, pushing him back against the railing. The wood rail rattles sending several glass items serening to the floor. Wufei moves to jump back in when Hiiro's fist connects with his jaw and he's sent on a bumpy ride down the stairs. Hiiro follows by jumping the rail and landing the next floor down. He then stalks forward and picks Wufei up by the shirt and drags him out the front door.
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"What the hell!"
"Hiiro, stop!"
Before the jeep is even to a complete stop, everyone jumps out and runs across the yard. Quatre is the last to leave as he pushes it in park and leaves the keys in the ignition.
Out in the yard, Hiiro has Wufei pinned to the ground and is straddling his waist as he punches him relentlessly. To the jaw, the temples, and the chest. Every punch random and filled with anger as Wufei rides that line between consciousness and lack there of. He drills another series of punches into Wufeis chest, causing him to spit up some blood.
Running their direction, Duo is just ahead of Trowa and Haruka is just behind them. Minako and Rei trail not far behind and Quatre catches up and passes them in no time.
Pulling Wufei up once more, Hiiro's about to punch him again when he hears footsteps approaching rapidly. He looks over his shoulder to see Duo diving at him and he tackles him to the ground.
They tumble several times until Duo has him on his back and his gun has fallen away. They continue to struggle as Trowa reaches the gun and kicks it away. He then stands to the side as Duo continues to wrestle with Hiiro.
Rei and Quatre stop beside Haruka while Minako kneels beside Wufei. She looks at him closely, a tiny stream of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, he lies unmoving, and his eyes closed. She pokes him once in the shoulder and twice in the cheek but he doesn't flinch. She then lowers her ear to his mouth to hear if he's breathing and then sits up and looks back over her shoulder.
"I think he's dead." Minako calls absently.
Meanwhile, in the struggle between Duo and Hiiro, Hiiro clutches a hand on Duo's throat and throws him off before jumping to his feet. Just as he's about to turn away, he finds himself surrounded. His three conscious comrades, Haruka, and Rei.
The five stand in a circle around him and he relaxes his stance, considering his options. Five on one, the odds aren't bad but two possess unknown abilities. Quatre stands directly in front of him.
"That wasn't a very fair spar Hiiro." Quatre speaks calmly.
Not moving, Hiiro shifts his eyes, locating his gun. It rests only five feet away. Just outside the circle and blocked by Trowa. He curses mentally when he feels a heat source directed at his back.
He turns full around to find Rei with a flame sniper aimed at his chest. He takes a step forward, locking eyes with her. She draws the bow taught.
"Don't make me." Rei warns.
Hiiro takes two more steps until the tip of the arrow just barely touches the center of his chest. The cloth of his shirt is burnt through and the burning continues to his flesh. But his icy blue eyes don't stray from hers.
"Go ahead." He offers with no hint of concern.
Her eyes widen just barely, the intensity of his eyes boring into her mind. She gasps internally as a series of images race across her mind.
* *
A five year old boy sitting by a fire with an older man, ignoring the sensation of hunger gnawing in the pit of their stomachs.
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A young man in his early teens, standing on a hill overlooking a base. The night sky looming over him as he triggers the switch clutched in his right hand.
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The boy, six years old and hefting a cannon on his shoulders, aiming at an intimidating mobile suit.
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Sixteen and as grown up as he's gonna get, falling unconscious at the end of a tormenting battle. One to decide the ages.
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Unfathomable numbers of mechs, ripping each other to bits in a colossal duel that was the mere dispute of two former friends.
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An eight-year-old boy, wandering through the run down streets of one of many colonies. Abandoned with nowhere to turn until he passes a darkened alley.
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Fourteen and still a helpless child as he picks through the remains of a civilian complex. He kneels to scoop up a puppy. One of many unfortunate casualties.
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An infant cries in the night, but no one's there to listen.
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17 and still wandering, headed nowhere with nowhere to return.
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A little kid as he watches the only person that was like a father to him, bleeding to death. His own undoing.
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Ten and the harshest training. His humanity seeps away.
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A little girls laugh as she jogs away, after her dog.
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"I killed her."
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A lone flower, orange blossom, held firmly in his hand.
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A shooting star crosses through the atmosphere, intercepted by three enemy troops.
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"Ore wa.."
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Awakening on a sandy beach. This wasn't supposed to be. Face to face with an innocent who now must die.
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"Ore wa.."
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Crossing through an airport to board a plane. Father and son or so they say.
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Pushing through the atmosphere, he turns his back to the planet he fell to once before. Sights set to save the species he no longer believes he belongs to.
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"I will survive!"
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Lying at the bottom of the ocean, a war ragging on the surface and in his mind.
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"I killed Mariemeia."
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A young teen, strolling through the rubble carrying the dog and the flower. Snow falls gently around him.
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"I never have to kill again."
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Pulling the trigger, the hammer locks and the action kicks forward. Dry fire.
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"Want to become a Gundam pilot?"
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Standing in the open hatch of his Gundam, determination set in the intensity of his eyes. He flips the relay switch with no hesitation. Letting go, the machine self-destructs.
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"Sure."
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Drawing from with in, the fire dissipates and weaves back into her arms. Her eyes drop from his and the small patch of blood from where her arrow touched his flesh.
Her chin drops to her chest and he steps past her, his arm barely brushing hers. He walks to the side of his comrade, who he'd previously beaten and crouches beside him and the blonde senshi. Pulling her back by the shoulder, he halts her pitiful attempt at mouth to mouth. He then smacks Wufei several times to jar him awake.
"Come on Chang, I didn't beat you that badly." He states with his straightforward demeanor.
In return, he receives a pained, forced groan from the soldier. He then takes him by the arm and drags him towards the infirmary.
"I'm still...gonna..rip off your limbs." Wufei mumbles on the edge of coherence.
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What?@!
Did you guys actually think I was gonna kill Wufei?
C'mon, I need him later on and besides..he's kinda cute.
Man, 11 pages, can you believe it? My longest yet and quite the one to think about.
I appreciate all the wonderful reviews and it's great to have your input whether it be neg or pos.
Remember, every chap is stamped with a Chibi-chan seal of approval.
'Tunks