Light and Dark,
Two of Hearts.
Author's notes- Just don't ask about the title. I don't own Gundam Wing, Gundam X, Mobile Suit Gundam, Gundam Zeta or the song Last Impression, never have never will. As for the fic, it's hella AU and many of the characters may be OCC, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Part 7
The 17th U.N. Federal Space Armada had reached the Jovian Colonies, the Nautilus Drive system allows the fleet to jump from Earth Space to Jovian Space. In the early days of the Nautilus Drive, ships had to use a gravity wield to catapult or "Jump" the ship into the intended destination. The stronger the gravity wield, the farther the jump can be. The jump of an energy fleet ship began at the Earth and then there would be a midway stop to Mars and use the planet's gravity weld to Jupiter or Saturn, which ever planet was closest and then after the voyage, immediately jump back to Earth Space. Now a ship can create an artificial gravity wield with the Quantum Singularity Generator so that the ship can go as far as it could. The original Quantum Singularity Generators of twenty years ago were used as jump stations for ships to travel across the solar system without the use of planets and even strengthen the jumps in a planet's gravity wield. There are even plans on sending a fleet to Proxima Centari to explore the triple star system for possible colonies.
The 17th was also known to have the latest in starship aerodynamics and technology. Each ship was armed with improved Beam Turrets and the new mobile Main Cannon, which was not as powerful as the main cannons of the older ships. Missile turrets able to turn 180 degrees, Space Torpedo Tubes, and the new Planet Defensor Pods that are as large as a Mobile Suit and can create an energy field that is nearly impenetrable to standard Mobile Suit weapons along others. The mission of the 17th was to contain the war only to the predetermined war zone; it was agreed upon to both sides of the war and to make sure that Jovian Helium-3 continues to flow to Earth.
~*~
Milliardo looked out from one of the space window ports and looking at Jupiter. This was the first time he had ever gone so far from Earth. The belts of Jupiter were dazzling up close. Soon, he would have to patrol and enforce the war boundary with Double Zeta. Rem and Jamile walked up to him.
"Man, that is one beautiful looking planet," Jamile stated as he awed the giant planet.
"Yes, this was my home during my childhood. Much has changed since then...." Rem murmured. Then the intercom came on.
"This is the Admiral, we have a Zeon Battleship escorted by three Gunships attacking a Saudi Fleet port outside of the warzone. All personnel man your stations. Repeat, all personnel man your stations."
"Well, looks like we'll have to go to work now," Rem commented as he head towards the Hangar bay where their Gundams are being kept. The other two followed.
~*~
Relena refused to leave her room. She just couldn't stand her brother going on a dangerous mission. She didn't care how important the mission was; Milliardo was her only family left alive. She didn't want anyone to bother her right now, she just couldn't.
Then, there was a knock on her door.
"Go away!"
"Relena, it's me, Heero. I was wondering if I can--" Relena was already at the door and opened it. "--talk to you......" He sort of stared at her tear-streaked face for some time before he spoke up. "May I come in?" Relena literally dragged him into her room, closed the door and cried onto him. "Relena?"
"I don't want to be alone anymore....." she said between sobs. Heero couldn't help but feel sorry for her and he placed a soothing hand on her back in the hopes of calming her down. "I don't want to be alone...."
"It's okay Relena, please don't cry. I'll be here to help you." He meant that as a friend, as a good companion to fall upon. But to Relena's ears, it sounded like Heero was trying to tell her that he loved her. She looked up to him with love in her eyes.
"You do?" She was sniffling back her tears, trying to look upon him without tears.
"Yes, I will always be your friend." That was not what she was hoping to hear. Then she pushed him onto her bed. "Um, Relena.... what are you doing?"
"I don't want you as a friend." Heero felt hurt. He wanted Relena as his friend because he was so alone. He didn't want to have friends, but he didn't want to be alone. Relena was enough for him and she didn't want him to be her friend, but then he found her face in front of his. "I-I just want you to love me...." That surprised Heero greatly; he really didn't see that one coming.
"B-but I don't see you like that, I want to be your friend," he stuttered greatly. This was a totally new side of Relena.
"But I just want you to love me Heero." And Relena kissed him.
~*~
Some time later in the living room, the group was watching a live broadcast of what they called "The Great Jovian War." The group was horrified to see images of the two Jovian Nations fighting against one another. Mobile Suits were pitted against Mobile Suits and Space ships were fighting against Space ships throughout the declared war zone. Though there were some skirmishes and battles outside of the war zone, the majority was held within the boundaries.
"In this great chaos of The Great Jovian War we must be reminded that despite our fear of these images of modern warfare, we are all safe and comfortable from the war here upon Earth, Mars, Saturn, Uranus Neptune, and Pluto. The colonies of the Jovian System are the ones living in fear; especially those near the war zone of the Great Jovian War for the forces of the war may accidentally attack them. And we mustn't forget that that isn't the only war being waged. The U.N. Federation is still conducting sweeps for the OZ cult/terrorist group still hidden in the state of California. Some say that the military headquarters of OZ is somewhere within the Sierra or somewhere deep within the Red Wood forests. Wherever they are, the U.N. Federal forces will stop the OZ's reign of terror."
"We ddidn't want to be reminded of that," Duo grumbled, lying back against the sofa.
"Nobody does. We lost our homes because of them back then. Many of us had deep roots in that town for some time," Quatre quietly agreed while Dorothy clung to his arm.
"Yeah, but what are you going to do about it? I mean, this is a military organization that is armed with Mobile Suits. We'll just let the military handle it," Trowa calmly said. He had remembered many wars waged in the past.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a startling announcement. The OZ base has been located 7 miles outside of Sacramento. We go to you live at the battle scene. John?" The picture turns to a military camp with many Mobile Suits being launched and soldiers running around.
"This is Jonathan Smith and we are here, live at the scene of the OZ Headquarters discovery with the 12th Mobile Suit Division." There was an explosion heard. "As you can see, the 12th have been fighting the Soldiers of the OZ and are requesting reinforcements from any Mobile Suit Divisions within the area. The 12th only has Daughtress and GM models but they are still able to keep the OZ mobile Suits down and at bay until—Wait, I hear transports coming in." There were literally hundreds of VTOL Carriers dropping many Mobile Suits in the background. "Yes, reinforcements have arrived and the OZ forces at the headquarters are falling back."
"This seems like good progress, what is happening now?"
"Well, it seems that they've enforced this base with some kind of a beam barrier. They can't seem to be penetrating the shields and--" A soldier ran up and whispered something in his ear and then ran away. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been told that the U.N. Federation has voted unanimously to fire the Space Beam Cannon of the Global Defense Platform orbiting this area and are targeting the base-- What the *bleep*?! Let's get out of here!" Jonathan Smith started to run as soon as a beam of energy blasts creates a back out of the transmission.
"John, John? Are you still there?" The static disappeared and the picture was back.
"Yeah, I'm still here. I can't believe that they actually used that. Well, the headquarters is gone; all we have to worry about are the OZ groups that are scattered throughout the West Coast. This is been Jonathan Smith, reporting from the battle of the OZ Headquarters." The group was shocked to see that the U.N. Federation had used such a mighty weapon against a few cult/terrorists.
"Damn, that sure left a mark..." Duo was gaping at the screen.
"Now that's some fire power. Wouldn't mind that thing protecting me," Catherine stated.
"Uh-huh. That is, until some idiot hijacks the thing." Duo looked around. "Say, where's Heero? Shouldn't he be here?"
"The last I've seen him, he was going to see Relena. She was very upset when she heard about her brother being peacekeeper to the Jovian War. Maybe he wanted to talk to her or something." Quatre also looked around, thinking the obvious.
"Well, he is sure taking his sweet time up there. If you know what I mean?"
"I don't think that he even--" Trowas was interrupted when there was a ring of the mansion's doorbell. A servant went to the door and the group followed with some interest. At the door were some men in trench coats. One of them flipped a FBI badge from a wallet.
"Good evening. I am Carrie Messenger of the US Federal Bureau of Investigation. We were wondering if we could look inside your home."
"Well, that's not up to me, ma'am. You may ask the owner of the estate, Dermail Catalonia. May I ask as to why you want to search the mansion?"
"We're looking for a certain individual that we have been searching for some time."
"Oh...and who would that individual be, might I ask?"
"His name is Heero Yuy."
~*~
Heero woke up into an unfamiliar roon, on an unfamiliar bed and with an unfamiliar weight upon him. He scanned around and found Relena resting her head upon his shoulders and arms wrapped around him. Looking down, he saw that both of them were dressed and made a sigh of relief. Heero was again surprised from a kiss, but this time he wasn't afraid of it. Apparently, he welcomed it for some reason; maybe he actually had feelings towards Relena other then friendship. Then he felt Relena moved up towards him, the phrase that would best describe this is to "snuggle up". This didn't affect Heero, well, not negatively and he brought Relena towards him. He was again about to close his eyes when he felt her lips touching his neck, something that really shot open his eyes.
"Heero..." she moaned before blinking her eyes. Apparently, that little touch sent unusual sensations throughout his body, mainly this one part of his anatomy. Relena giggled. "Did you have a nice rest?" Heero nodded. Relena being so close to him like this didn't really make him nervous or scared at all, just calmed. There was a knock on the door and he reluctantly got up from the bed.
"I'll get it." Relena followed him and when the door was opened, there were three people in trench coats. "May I help you?"
"Heero Yuy, I presume?" Carrie Messenger asked.
"Yes," he said flatly.
"We would like for you to come with us Mr. Yuy."
~*~
At the San Francisco Base, Heero Yuy was being shown his new home. The Agents and Base Commander showed him around the Mobile Suit Development Hangars. The agents had told him that he had skills that were similar to the Gifted Humans, whose families have pioneered space ever since space transportation became commercial, common and practical. Heero's family, the Yuy Blood, had been in space for at least a hundred years before they returned to Earth. He knew that he was different from anyone else he had known, besides the fact of being aristocratically bred and raised, but he never thought that he was one of the Gifted, or Newtypes since they were essentially a new type of human.
"And here is where we develop Mobile Suit for new Mobile Weapon Technologies. Each model was code named Gundam since they represent the latest in technological achievement in military weaponry."
Heero had heard of the Gundam Mechanics Corp., that have been the primary source of all Mobile Suits, Mobile Armors and other Mobile Weapons supplied to the U.N. Federation, World Nations, and the other colonies and Off-World Nations. Not to mentioned stolen by terrorist groups.
"Interesting, and what would I do?" Heero asked the Base Commander.
"Well that is to be determined by the tests we conduct on you. Not every Gifted is the same but they fit under three categories: Pilot types, which are excellent Mobile Suit Pilots. There're the Telepaths and Telekinetics, who have superior brainpower and abilities. Finally, there's the Mechanoids, who can tell the schematics and running programs of any mechanized object just by touching it and able to pilot the machine without training."
"Funny, I've never heard of that kind of ability." Heero was puzzled; he thought that the Newtypes were only psychics and perfect pilots.
"Well, that one is newly discovered. We found this one in New York and it took us by complete surprised, perhaps a technological path of evolution."
There was some Japanese cursing being heard, the voice was familiar to Heero and he saw the source of the noise: a young boy around his age with messy, black hair.
'Garrod,' Heero thought as two MPs were roughly dragging his friend.
(Authors notes: From here on in, whenever text is between These, that means that the person is speaking in a foreign language and needs to be translated in order to understand the story, though I may use some words that I've picked up here and there.)
Let me go you mother fuckers! You have no idea who you are dealing with! I am Garrod Ran, heir to the Clan of Ran and Ran Industries! If my father doesn't sue you, I'll personally kick the shit out of you, you bastards!
"Garrod-san!" Heero called out to him. Garrod turned his attention and his eyes started to blink.
"Heero-sama?" Then he made a madman's dash towards Heero. "HEERO-SAMA!!!" Garrod tackled Heero in a bear hug. Heero-sama, I thought that I'd never see you again!
Garrod, you baka, you're going to kill me one of these days.
Nani? Oops, Gomen Heero-sama. Garrod let's go of Heero and took several steps back. Gomen nasai, Heero-sama. So then, what have you been doing, eh? Seeing a lot of kawaii, kirei girls or maybe even a few bishoujos, ne? He patted Heero on the back. How many koitos you have?
Heero gaves Garrod a death glare.
"Damare!" Garrod backed away with his hands up.
Shutting up. The Base Commander then walked up to them.
"I guess that you two know each other."
"We've know each other from a time long ago," Heero agreed.
"Well, that's good because you two will be bunking with each other." Garrod tapped on Heero's shoulder.
Um Heero-sama, what is he saying? I don't really know English that well, especially the Amerika-jin dialect.
He said that we're going to be staying together while we're on the base. Garrod cried out in joy and hugs Heero.
All right! I get to spend time with my lost itoko!
Oh rapture........
~*~
The two Japanese descents were shown to their living quarters and handed their stuff. Garrod looked around the room.
Boy, this sure brings back memories........ Garrod said dryly.
Don't I know it.... Heero chose the bottom bunk while Garrod picked the top bunk. Garrod pulled out an MP25 player, puts the head phones on and began playing it.
"*Kotoba yori wakariaeru*" If there are glances that communicate Garrod began to sing his favorite song from the Internet. Heero become annoyed at the singing.
"Garrod..." But Garrod didnt hear him, the volume was too loud and he himself was even louder to hear.
"*Manazashi ga soko ni areba*" Better than words,
Garrod-san, could you be quiet, kudasai?
"*Hito wa minna ikiteyukeru ...*" People can all live on freely...
Does the phrase 'Damare' mean anything to you?
"*Mayowazu ni jiyuu ni*" Without losing their way.
You know that you can pretty easily find yourself to the infirmary with one of my punches so that you don't get lost.
"*Ayamachi wo koete*" Overcoming our mistakes, we realize
Then why aren't you shutting up?
"*Kizuku hontou no yasashisa*" What true kindness is.
Garrod!
"*Anata to mitsuketa kara*" Together, you and I discovered
Garrod!!
"*Ai to yoberu tsuyosa wo ...!!*" That strength called love...!!
GARROD-SAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That difinetly got Garrod's attention. He took off the ear speakers and looked at Heero.
Did you want anything, Heero-sama?
Is silence too much to ask?
Nani? Aa, you mean this? Gomen. Garrod turned the MP25 off, then something sparks in his mind. Say Heero-sama, why didn't you want to marry my onee-san? That brought too many depressing memories to Heero. Sure she's your itoko and all, but she's caring, kind, gentle, loving-- well not in that-
She's my itoko, simple as that. Heero lay back upon his bed, Garrod flopped onto his belly and looked at him.
Well, we are distantly related and that is enough to make the marriage legal and wouldn't produce birth defects or anything-
I am not interested in that Garrod-san. Heero turned to his side, away from his cousin.
Yah, but she was so happy that she was going to marry you. I mean, you two were together ever since you and I were born and she wanted to carry you. Hell, that almost thinks that she was in love with you or something.
She's still my itoko.
It was about Adin-ojisama, wasn't it? That also sparked many bad memories to Heero.
I don't want to talk about it.
It is isn't it? Heero ignored him. Not only on how to raised you, but the way they treated you huh? You can't really blame them Heero-sama, they were only doing what's best-
I don't see that as proper caring for a kodomo, Garrod-san. Just leave me alone. Garrod shrugged and mind his business. Heero felt something in one of his suitcase's pockets, he took the thing out and it was a picture of Relena. 'Relena......'
Woh! She is kawaii, Heero-sama! You have good tastes! Kuso, she is a megami!
Garrod-san!!!
What?!
~*~
It was around midnight at the Catalonia Estate and all were asleep upon their beds.
Well, almost everyone.
In her room, Relena clutched at a pillow and cried. She had just confessed her feelings towards Heero and he was taken away because of "Federal Reasons", and she just couldn't stand him being so far away from her.
"Heero..." she whispered as she cluched the pillow tighter, wishing that it was a certain Japanese descent with Chocolate Brown hair and Prussian blue eyes. All her life she had been afraid to be alone, ever since their parents died when she was 7 years old. Milliardo had to be both mother and father for Relena and being in the military takes him away from home for long periods at a time. His absence had made Relena fearful that he might not return, that she would have no one to comfort her and protect her. Now, she has a lover's bond to Heero and they had taken him away from her and she was so miserable. Though she can't show this to the others, she allowed herself to cry when she was alone and no one to bother her simply because she had grown used to crying alone with no one to comfort her.
"Please come back to me, please..." Relena whispered one more time before her tears of sadness would bring her to sleep and she would dream such sad dreams in her slumber.
~*~
The next morning all the Newtypes, both old and new, were gathered into one area to get to know one another. Only a few actually talked to one another, including Heero and Garrod.
Hn, that's funny. Why aren't they talking to us?
Maybe it's because they don't speak Japanese.
Really? Heero sweatdropped as they walked around the room. Heero noticed that a few of the Newtypes were rarely speaking to anyone. He guessed that being anti-social and quiet are traits of being a Newtype too most Newtypes. Hey, how's it going! Yep he was right, most newtypes...
~*~
Someone shouting interrupted Tiffa Adil's train of thought. She turned her head and saw a young man of Asian descent going around and trying to get some of the other gifted to talk. If she knew what that young man was talking about, she would have thrown him a nasty remark. But then the yelling idiot was walking towards her.
Hello there bishoujo, so how long have you been here? Tiffa turned towards the annoying Asian descent and looked at him with an annoyed eye. All she wanted was to be alone with her thoughts. The assistance making them in the same room to "Know one another" was bad enough, but they had to throw in this babbling idiot with it. The Asian boy backed away. Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly, that's all kawaii-y.
"Garrod...." Another Asian boy walked up to the other one. This one seemed calmed and quiet then the first one. Garrod-san, did you remember what I said?
Ano..... Not all of them speak Japanese?
Yes, and what should you do about it?
Speak English?
And...?
If they don't talk, it means that they don't want to talk?
Yes-
But Heero-sama, I am not that good with English-
Good..... now leave them alone!The other Asian bishounen left the one called Garrod-sama. Garrod then turned to Tifa and she can see that she won't have a moment of peace when he's around.
"Hello. My name is Garrod Ran. What is your name?" Garrod Ran? She thought that his name was Garrod-sama. But then she might as well try to comply, it might make him go away.
"Tiffa Adil."
"Tiffa Adil..... has a nice ring to it. So then, when did they take you?"
"Huh?"
"When did they take you from your family and put you here?" Tiffa didn't know if she had a family. Well, it was obvious that she had to come from somewhere, but she has no memory of her family. All her life she had been tossed from orphanage to orphanage until the Federal Agents found and put her onto this base to study her gifts. She really didn't have a family, but then, there was that dream of a woman-
"You there?" He waved a hand in front of her eyes and she was mildly surprised. "You spaced out back there. What happened?"
"Nothing." She shook her head. Another train of thought interrupted. She was difinetly not going to have any thinking done while he was around. "I don't feel like talking at the moment. Could you please leave me alone?" She wasn't fond of talking either. She only talked when she believes that it is something important.
"Okay, I'll see you later then." Garrod walked away, leaving Tiffa alone. She pulled out a photo from one of her pockets and it was the picture of her first crush, Milliardo Peacecraft. Even though it was a harmless crush, Tiffa thought of it as the only time she felt emotionally bonded to someone, albiet it was only a one way bond. She still retained her old feelings verily after knowing that Milliardo and Lucrezia were going to marry.
Tifa sighed, guessing that that special someone will come around and sweep her off her feet, that--
"Whoh, who's the guy? You really must have good tastes to have a guy like--"
If her vocal didn't shut Garrod up, that huge bump on the head sure did.
~*~
Well I hope you guys like the story so far, please reply for what you think of the story and I'll see you all later with another chapter. Bye.
# sama- an honorific term. For those higher in ranking.
# baka- Idiot
# Nani-what?
# Gomen -- "sorry," Gomen nasai is pretty much "very sorry"
# Kawaii-- Basically means cute.
# Kirei- pretty, beautiful
# Bishoujo -- and this one is pretty much "beautiful young lady"
#Bishounen – basically the opposite of 'bishoujo'; "beautiful young man"
# koito- love, or lover
# Damare- Shut up
# Amerika-jin- American
# Itoko- cousin
# Kudasai? --Please
# Aa-Oh
# Oneesan- older sister
# Ojisan/ ojichan- uncle
#ojisama- respected uncle
# kodomo- child
# kuso- damn; crap; etc.
# Megami -- Goddess
# Ano—Um