AN: Hello people. Me back with a new chapter of the fic. Right now feeling
refresh after a very good nap. My brain cells are back on a roll!!
Yehhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Now for dedication: I enjoy this part since it feels exactly like a radio deejay, except this is in written form but enough of my blabbering. I like to dedicate this fic to: Death's little side kick, Cloud, Arianna, , Kuria, Cactuskitty, Tari of Nargothrond and cryearthstearsfalltou. (I'm starting to find it easier to spell your names by heart!) :] Keep on writing!
Some newcomers as well! Hello there chinchiken and ShiniNekoGrl! Great to see you enjoy my story so far. :]
Now on with the fic!
Chapter 25
Wufei moved quickly down the mental path, ignoring the right and left displays of technical stuff that he could easily create from his knowledge of books. Knowing his wife own pitiful knowledge, he calculated she was probably still at the entrance with the rest of the class, enchanted by the simple science technique of wind and electricity.
'Sheeh,' he thought as he glanced briefly at a circular pit display in which a tiny ball, generating heat and light, floated in the middle due to the conflicting forces of akelium and electricity acting against each other. The effect was enhanced by the circular nature of the pit, causing the electricity supplied to be applied evenly around the ball, thus multiplying the heat generated by twenty fold while reflecting the light off it's surface. Very useful in the cold nights and winter days but troublesome during the hot summer days and sweaty nights. Considering their unpredictable weather, a burden since they couldn't predict when winter would come and summer would vanish.
'Hell, it could snow one day and rain the next and be hot the day after!' Wufei thought as he returned his focus to the front. 'A useless gadget offering nothing but a dream and no future! Fools.'
Rounding the corner, a door just to the side, almost hidden from sight by the large displays of DNA models, caught his eye. It was almost like the arrangement was deliberately done to ensure that no one could find the door. On closer inspection, from the dust gathered on the small sign pasted on the door, Wufei could tell no one had actually noticed or found the door.
"Robots," He read and his curiosity perked up a little. Sure, he had constructed small models during the time his father was alive. But due to the lack of resources and time, he lost interest overtime and concentrated on his favorite hobby: reading.
Reaching out, he turned the knob. Under his hand, the knob turned smoothly and the door gently clicked open. Wufei raised an eyebrow. The knob had been well oiled, unlike its appearance that it had been forgotten for a long time. Obviously, someone had anticipated that he would find the door and prepared for his coming. With growing intrigue, he pushed the door opened and closed his eyes against the sudden attack of fierce bright light coming from the room before him.
With ease, he moved into the room, closing the door gently behind him while patiently giving his eyes time to adjust to the bright light. What he didn't expect was to see two tall gigantic robots, standing stiffly side-by- side against the outer wall of the laboratory, looking out of place from whatever was outside the room. And there were people, some wearing white lab coats while others were dressed in protective suit-like clothes, all working together to make the robots and its' functions.
Looking between the two, the white and green robot attracted his attention. It's metallic exterior somehow seemed to call him. Wufei didn't know he had started walking towards the robot till a voice spoke to him, shocking him back to reality.
"So you think you won?" Wufei nearly jumped out of his skin. It took a few seconds to register in his head that a bald guy in a lab coat was addressing him. From the nametag pinned on his coat, Wufei could tell he was one of the personnel involved in making the robots. It took another second for him to figure out what the guy was asking.
Tilting his head with scorn, he answered indignantly: "Think? No, I did win! There is no justice in this world."
The guy in the lab coat shook his head and gave out a tiny chuckle.
"No, you were unable to change Meiran's thinking. All you did was force your own conclusions on her." Then the bald guy narrowed his eyes as him. "PLUS, you don't do anything . . . with your strength and abilities, you could change the whole course of history."
'Oh man, not this again,' Wufei thought as he rolled his eyes.
"That has nothing to do with me. No one can change the course of history," he coolly replied.
The man nodded his head, his face looking rather impressive as he contemplated Wufei for a moment.
"Yes. You're smart," he finally said after a few seconds of silence, "But are you going to just sit back, being smart, and watch while history plays with human beings, and destroy their happiness, and kills them?"
"Hn. Is that why you made these pieces of junk?"
The man said nothing at first. Contemplating him like an interesting and complex specimen, just waiting for its secrets to be unveiled.
"Hey, Wufei, these pieces of junk need names . . . Can you think of anything?"
Looking up at the green and white robot, watching the bright light glint of the top of the metal head, Wufei thought of his wife.
"Shenlon. That Nataku is too weak to protect this Dragon Clan."
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Somewhere in Jess brain, a vein popped.
'Never mind Jess. He's just upset . . .' Jess reasoned with herself, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
"And not to mention. You're very annoying right now," Duo's voice continued at the other side of the door.
Another two veins popped.
'Cool down. It's okay . . . it's okay . . ." Jess thought as her she unconsciously balled her hands into fists.
"No wonder Wufei hates girls. I must say he honestly right about it," Duo went on, innocent of the danger he was slowly raising on the other side of the door.
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"Uh oh," Heero muttered.
"What?" Quatre asked, pausing his recital. Heero's face look very serious.
"Danger."
"She touched his door?" Quatre asked, his worry going on high.
"Bad vibes."
"Who?"
"Jess."
"Oh. So . . . what do I do?" Quatre asked, unsure why Heero was making such a big deal of this.
"Start reciting. Include Duo's name."
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Jess was now seeing red.
"Come to think of it, you're very bothersome. Don't you girls have something better to do? Like playing with clothes, putting on makeup or something?" Duo asked, playing with his pigtail end, twirling it round his finger as his mind worked furiously on getting rid of the girl outside his door. His mind suddenly clicked on an idea. Wufei got rid of girls by being blatantly honest and insulting towards them.
"Of course doing those things may help improve a girl's appearance . . . but for you, it probably do the opposite!" he shouted, making certain she would hear this sentence. He waited. Silence on the other side of the door greeted him.
'Did she go?' he thought as he slowly sat up on the bed. 'Perhaps I was being too mean to her . . .'
Jess took a deep breath as the effect of the last sentence slowly sank into her head. Somewhere around the corridor, her mind dimly registered that Quatre had started reciting the Egyptian recital for the dead louder.
'Ok . . . that does it!' the evil voice in her mind shouted. 'NO more Miss Nice!!'
"If you are not out here in five seconds flat, Duo," Jess began in very honeyed tones, "I will start bleaching your clothes and dyeing them PINK!"
A snort from the other side of the door. From the corridor, the recital stopped with a slight "ack!" before continuing after a slight pause.
"I will go to the garage and start making bombs like the time you taught me too!" Jess continued, shouting in an attempt to get her point through the thick skull Duo seemed to have. A clutter behind her signaled that Heero had dropped his gun. A side-glance showed that his mouth had dropped open as well. Meanwhile the recital was slowly trailing off and the voice itself quivered from time to time.
"And I will personally dismantle DEATHSCYTHE myself! And . . . and use it on the other Gundams, including Wufei's!" The recital stopped. So did everything else.
"I want to object." Quatre's voice squeaked from behind the corridor. Heero was viciously nodding his head in agreement. Only Trowa remained silent. In fact, he looked very thoughtful, like the idea appealed to him somehow.
'Must be eying something of Duo's,' Jess concluded as she shrugged her shoulders while returning her concentration to the door. 'Oh well, this should do it.'
Then Duo started laughing. It was so unexpected that Jess was taken aback.
"You can try," he said in rather oily tones, "But Deathscythe is equipped with fingerprints, voice, weight and secret codes recognition system. If you try to even remove a screw, be prepared to be blown up together with the rest of the ship."
"The garage, on the other hand," he continued with the same oily confident tones, "Needs my codes and my fingerprints as well. You're hardly equip with technical knowledge, much less the skills you need to hack to open the door. The closest one with the possibility to even crack the first code is Heero but I doubt he'll so much as lift a finger to help your madness."
"And last but not least, to dye my clothes pink will not be easy. You have to come into my room to get them, which you can't!" Duo happily finished in a mocking singsong voice.
The rest of Jess brain popped.
"Why you %R%&*6^$%$%$#%^&*@#%&Y!%@#@ idoitic, guy! (Beep! Beep! beep! Beep! Beep!) [You get the idea] Fine! Stay in there! Starve! Die! Don't come . . . Opps!" Jess stopped in the middle of her tirade; her big toe had just kicked the door.
The door gave out a * tu-do * sound.
'Uh oh.'
A panel in front of her face slid opened, revealing a board with the words: "look here!" in bold letters with an arrow pointing to a tube below it.
'Huh?'
Jess blinked her eyes. She expected to be more likely "fried" along those lines.
'What in the world . . .?' Jess didn't get to finish her thought. A sudden weight tackled her from the side, a split second before fire spewed out from the tube, hitting the opposite wall where her face would have been a moment ago.
Jess went down screaming. Then her world faded to black.
For the second time in her whole entire short life, Jess fainted.
Author's Proclamation: That was a good one. Should nap more often before writing. Get my brain juices going. :] Oh well, have a pleasant two weeks ahead before the next update!
Now for dedication: I enjoy this part since it feels exactly like a radio deejay, except this is in written form but enough of my blabbering. I like to dedicate this fic to: Death's little side kick, Cloud, Arianna, , Kuria, Cactuskitty, Tari of Nargothrond and cryearthstearsfalltou. (I'm starting to find it easier to spell your names by heart!) :] Keep on writing!
Some newcomers as well! Hello there chinchiken and ShiniNekoGrl! Great to see you enjoy my story so far. :]
Now on with the fic!
Chapter 25
Wufei moved quickly down the mental path, ignoring the right and left displays of technical stuff that he could easily create from his knowledge of books. Knowing his wife own pitiful knowledge, he calculated she was probably still at the entrance with the rest of the class, enchanted by the simple science technique of wind and electricity.
'Sheeh,' he thought as he glanced briefly at a circular pit display in which a tiny ball, generating heat and light, floated in the middle due to the conflicting forces of akelium and electricity acting against each other. The effect was enhanced by the circular nature of the pit, causing the electricity supplied to be applied evenly around the ball, thus multiplying the heat generated by twenty fold while reflecting the light off it's surface. Very useful in the cold nights and winter days but troublesome during the hot summer days and sweaty nights. Considering their unpredictable weather, a burden since they couldn't predict when winter would come and summer would vanish.
'Hell, it could snow one day and rain the next and be hot the day after!' Wufei thought as he returned his focus to the front. 'A useless gadget offering nothing but a dream and no future! Fools.'
Rounding the corner, a door just to the side, almost hidden from sight by the large displays of DNA models, caught his eye. It was almost like the arrangement was deliberately done to ensure that no one could find the door. On closer inspection, from the dust gathered on the small sign pasted on the door, Wufei could tell no one had actually noticed or found the door.
"Robots," He read and his curiosity perked up a little. Sure, he had constructed small models during the time his father was alive. But due to the lack of resources and time, he lost interest overtime and concentrated on his favorite hobby: reading.
Reaching out, he turned the knob. Under his hand, the knob turned smoothly and the door gently clicked open. Wufei raised an eyebrow. The knob had been well oiled, unlike its appearance that it had been forgotten for a long time. Obviously, someone had anticipated that he would find the door and prepared for his coming. With growing intrigue, he pushed the door opened and closed his eyes against the sudden attack of fierce bright light coming from the room before him.
With ease, he moved into the room, closing the door gently behind him while patiently giving his eyes time to adjust to the bright light. What he didn't expect was to see two tall gigantic robots, standing stiffly side-by- side against the outer wall of the laboratory, looking out of place from whatever was outside the room. And there were people, some wearing white lab coats while others were dressed in protective suit-like clothes, all working together to make the robots and its' functions.
Looking between the two, the white and green robot attracted his attention. It's metallic exterior somehow seemed to call him. Wufei didn't know he had started walking towards the robot till a voice spoke to him, shocking him back to reality.
"So you think you won?" Wufei nearly jumped out of his skin. It took a few seconds to register in his head that a bald guy in a lab coat was addressing him. From the nametag pinned on his coat, Wufei could tell he was one of the personnel involved in making the robots. It took another second for him to figure out what the guy was asking.
Tilting his head with scorn, he answered indignantly: "Think? No, I did win! There is no justice in this world."
The guy in the lab coat shook his head and gave out a tiny chuckle.
"No, you were unable to change Meiran's thinking. All you did was force your own conclusions on her." Then the bald guy narrowed his eyes as him. "PLUS, you don't do anything . . . with your strength and abilities, you could change the whole course of history."
'Oh man, not this again,' Wufei thought as he rolled his eyes.
"That has nothing to do with me. No one can change the course of history," he coolly replied.
The man nodded his head, his face looking rather impressive as he contemplated Wufei for a moment.
"Yes. You're smart," he finally said after a few seconds of silence, "But are you going to just sit back, being smart, and watch while history plays with human beings, and destroy their happiness, and kills them?"
"Hn. Is that why you made these pieces of junk?"
The man said nothing at first. Contemplating him like an interesting and complex specimen, just waiting for its secrets to be unveiled.
"Hey, Wufei, these pieces of junk need names . . . Can you think of anything?"
Looking up at the green and white robot, watching the bright light glint of the top of the metal head, Wufei thought of his wife.
"Shenlon. That Nataku is too weak to protect this Dragon Clan."
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Somewhere in Jess brain, a vein popped.
'Never mind Jess. He's just upset . . .' Jess reasoned with herself, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
"And not to mention. You're very annoying right now," Duo's voice continued at the other side of the door.
Another two veins popped.
'Cool down. It's okay . . . it's okay . . ." Jess thought as her she unconsciously balled her hands into fists.
"No wonder Wufei hates girls. I must say he honestly right about it," Duo went on, innocent of the danger he was slowly raising on the other side of the door.
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"Uh oh," Heero muttered.
"What?" Quatre asked, pausing his recital. Heero's face look very serious.
"Danger."
"She touched his door?" Quatre asked, his worry going on high.
"Bad vibes."
"Who?"
"Jess."
"Oh. So . . . what do I do?" Quatre asked, unsure why Heero was making such a big deal of this.
"Start reciting. Include Duo's name."
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Jess was now seeing red.
"Come to think of it, you're very bothersome. Don't you girls have something better to do? Like playing with clothes, putting on makeup or something?" Duo asked, playing with his pigtail end, twirling it round his finger as his mind worked furiously on getting rid of the girl outside his door. His mind suddenly clicked on an idea. Wufei got rid of girls by being blatantly honest and insulting towards them.
"Of course doing those things may help improve a girl's appearance . . . but for you, it probably do the opposite!" he shouted, making certain she would hear this sentence. He waited. Silence on the other side of the door greeted him.
'Did she go?' he thought as he slowly sat up on the bed. 'Perhaps I was being too mean to her . . .'
Jess took a deep breath as the effect of the last sentence slowly sank into her head. Somewhere around the corridor, her mind dimly registered that Quatre had started reciting the Egyptian recital for the dead louder.
'Ok . . . that does it!' the evil voice in her mind shouted. 'NO more Miss Nice!!'
"If you are not out here in five seconds flat, Duo," Jess began in very honeyed tones, "I will start bleaching your clothes and dyeing them PINK!"
A snort from the other side of the door. From the corridor, the recital stopped with a slight "ack!" before continuing after a slight pause.
"I will go to the garage and start making bombs like the time you taught me too!" Jess continued, shouting in an attempt to get her point through the thick skull Duo seemed to have. A clutter behind her signaled that Heero had dropped his gun. A side-glance showed that his mouth had dropped open as well. Meanwhile the recital was slowly trailing off and the voice itself quivered from time to time.
"And I will personally dismantle DEATHSCYTHE myself! And . . . and use it on the other Gundams, including Wufei's!" The recital stopped. So did everything else.
"I want to object." Quatre's voice squeaked from behind the corridor. Heero was viciously nodding his head in agreement. Only Trowa remained silent. In fact, he looked very thoughtful, like the idea appealed to him somehow.
'Must be eying something of Duo's,' Jess concluded as she shrugged her shoulders while returning her concentration to the door. 'Oh well, this should do it.'
Then Duo started laughing. It was so unexpected that Jess was taken aback.
"You can try," he said in rather oily tones, "But Deathscythe is equipped with fingerprints, voice, weight and secret codes recognition system. If you try to even remove a screw, be prepared to be blown up together with the rest of the ship."
"The garage, on the other hand," he continued with the same oily confident tones, "Needs my codes and my fingerprints as well. You're hardly equip with technical knowledge, much less the skills you need to hack to open the door. The closest one with the possibility to even crack the first code is Heero but I doubt he'll so much as lift a finger to help your madness."
"And last but not least, to dye my clothes pink will not be easy. You have to come into my room to get them, which you can't!" Duo happily finished in a mocking singsong voice.
The rest of Jess brain popped.
"Why you %R%&*6^$%$%$#%^&*@#%&Y!%@#@ idoitic, guy! (Beep! Beep! beep! Beep! Beep!) [You get the idea] Fine! Stay in there! Starve! Die! Don't come . . . Opps!" Jess stopped in the middle of her tirade; her big toe had just kicked the door.
The door gave out a * tu-do * sound.
'Uh oh.'
A panel in front of her face slid opened, revealing a board with the words: "look here!" in bold letters with an arrow pointing to a tube below it.
'Huh?'
Jess blinked her eyes. She expected to be more likely "fried" along those lines.
'What in the world . . .?' Jess didn't get to finish her thought. A sudden weight tackled her from the side, a split second before fire spewed out from the tube, hitting the opposite wall where her face would have been a moment ago.
Jess went down screaming. Then her world faded to black.
For the second time in her whole entire short life, Jess fainted.
Author's Proclamation: That was a good one. Should nap more often before writing. Get my brain juices going. :] Oh well, have a pleasant two weeks ahead before the next update!