Cult of the Moon Sisters
by Aldesina
Chapter 17
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Disclaimer: Once again for those of you that still do not understand, I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its affiliates. In addition to that I also do not own Blade Fencing Corp. Yes it's actually a real company they make lovely sabers.
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Monday morning, Thatius Gym
Mondays were slow for Ivan; so he decided to take the day off. It was probably the best idea he had all month, he thought as he drove his car over to Thatius Gym, it was an exclusive place where people could meet up with friends or meet anonymous people to fence saber, epée, or foil. And of course, providing all the weapons and other various equipment, was Blade Fencing Corp. Ivan smiled slightly, he couldn't wait to try out his new saber. Ivan pulled into a spot with perfect ease smiling; he could finish today's work tomorrow, no problem. In fact he might even be able to take the day off on Wednesday. Things were good when you were the heir of Blade Fencing Corp. In fact the only important thing he had to do this week was go and oversee that shipment of sabers that was coming in from Colony LHDS9883. He wrinkled his nose when he thought of that Colony, there was something else about that place, what was it again? He just couldn't put his finger on it.
He continued to try and solve this puzzle as he grabbed his fencing bag and headed into the building. He waved hello to the receptionist, and walked by a security guard who had his hat covering his face. The security guard had a braid a mile long. That's funny, Ivan thought, I remember father saying that all the security guards here had to have a buzz cut. He shook his head. Whatever, not like it really matters anyway. He proceeded to head into the changing room where the anonymous fencers were, there didn't seem to be many people here. Then again it was a Monday and many people were probably at work. He hoped that he would be able to at least get two bouts in. It would be awfully boring if he didn't. Ivan; like many young men his age liked to up the stakes when it came to fencing. Instead of fencing electric; in which a sensor on your fencing jacket tells you whether you have been hit or not, Ivan liked to fence with actual blades. Whoever cut his opponent the most out of five times was the winner. Winner!
It suddenly hit him; Quatre Rabarba Winner. His mining company had a large station there mining plutonium and uranium. Which meant that on his way to Colony LHDS9883 he just might meet the gundam pilot. He scoffed when he remembered the reaction on the young blonde's face when he kissed Dorothy Catalonia. She really was a remarkable woman. Crazier then a stoned beaver, but still she was an amazing kisser. Ivan finished zipping up his jacket, tucked his helmet under his arm and took out his new saber. It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. He held it up and let it gleam in the light, grinning as the light ran down from the point of the blade to the hilt. Ivan put the blade down and advanced to the fighting area. There was already a bout in progress. Both were superb fighters. It's a pity that they both decided to fence electric. They would have been a wonderful challenge.
Ivan glanced around the mat looking for anyone who held a bladed saber and not an electric.
There!
Over on the middle mat, there was a man stretching on one side of the mat, he had a bladed saber next to him. Ivan walked over and stood in front of the man. He looked up, he already had his helmet on.
"Shall we fence each other?"
The young man cocked his head to the side as if appraising Ivan.
"Yes"
"Excellent" Ivan walked over to the other side of the mat to stretch his own muscles and to gear up for the match. He looked over to his masked adversary and saw that he was already practicing his fencing moves. Jumping, stabbing, parry, thrust, thrust. He was good, and he was fast. Good. Ivan returned to his own stretching but looked up when he heard someone laughing. He knew that laugh.
"Ivan!" Ivan turned toward the voice
"Dorothy, I was just thinking about you, how was your weekend?"
"It was good enough, thank you for letting me borrow your cell phone." Dorothy said as she strode over and handed the tall slim man his cellular phone back.
"It was my pleasure." Ivan said taking the cell from her and putting it in his fencing bag along with the rest of all his other things.
"Are you here to fence, or just to watch?" Ivan asked Dorothy as he straightened up again.
"Neither, I was just returning the phone to you and then leaving."
"Are we still meeting tonight then?" Ivan asked. They were supposed to meet at a selected place and put on another show for Mr. Winner.
"Unfortunately I cannot, there's been something that's come to need my attention recently." Dorothy said with a shake of her head, Besides she thought to herself, Quatre already knows anyway so it won't make any difference anymore.
"I see, will you at least stay and watch me fence one bout?" Ivan asked. He loved showing off to a beautiful woman.
"Well I suppose." Dorothy said with a shrug of her shoulders, he is helping me loosen up Quatre after all.
"Lovely, oh look here comes the referee now, we can begin."
Ivan made his way to the mat where the other fencer had already taken his place on the mat. Ivan looked at him, that's funny, he has a shaded mask, Most masks these days were made of glass so you could see the opponents expression, this one was made of glass, but it was clouded over so you see nothing but a black oval.
"Gentlemen, positions please."
The referee also had a clouded mask on, but then again they were fighting with actual blades. Oh well.
"Bow to your right."
Ivan raised his saber straight up touching it to his forehead gently and then sweeping it to the right in one grand motion. His foe did the same.
"Bow to your left."
Ivan repeated the same motion as before, this time sweeping the blade to the left. The other combatant mimicked the same gesture.
"Bow to each other."
This time both participants brought the blades straight down in a line pointed at each other.
"Ready, right" The referee held his hand out to Ivan
Ivan moved two steps back into position behind the white line.
"Ready, left" The referee held his hand out to the masked fencer.
He moved his own two steps back behind a white line mirroring Ivan's own.
"Fence!" The referee stepped back and the bout began.
Ivan lunged forward taking the offensive. His opponent held his ground but held his saber in a defensive position, putting up to parry instead of straight on to stab.
Their blades connected and screamed.
The masked opponent shoved Ivan's blade back slashing as he did so.
Ivan jumped out of the way of the slash and returned with a slash of his own.
His opponent dodged and parried the blow, reposting in reply.
Ivan jumped to the left, the blade just barely missing his stomach.
The masked fencer took that advantage and slashed again this time aiming upwards before Ivan could block
"Halt!" came the voice of the referee. The two fencers stepped back.
Ivan looked down and saw a rip in his fencing jacket tearing it from navel to collarbone. He inhaled slightly and felt a sting of pain, he was cut.
"First point left" the referee called out. "Positions!"
Both fencers moved behind their respective white lines again.
Damn that bastard! Ivan thought. Who the fuck does he think he is showing me up like that.
"Ready, right. Ready, left. Fence!" And the bout began again.
Ivan was not in a good mood. The bastard masked fencer was not only making him look really, really bad in front of Dorothy, but the two of them were drawing a crowd. They knew he was the heir to Blade, and it would be extremely embarrassing if he lost to some random guy who probably never came to the club anyway. Rage filled his mind and Ivan began to see through a red haze
DAMN HIM!
Ivan slashed forward ferociously
"Halt!" The referee yelled out again. The masked fencer now had an identical slash on his torso, but Ivan had slashed deeper then the masked man had slashed him. His opponent had traces of blood on his white fencing jacket, he didn't even flinch.
"Point, right!" Ivan looked at the referee then back at the other fighter. 'Positions"
The two duelists stepped behind the white line once more.
"Fence!"
The temperature began to rise in the room and steel screamed against steel again and again whilst the two fencers jumped, dodged, slashed, and parried. The duel wore on until finally the two combatants had two points each. They were practically at each other's necks. One more point would be the tie breaker. One more point would be the win. Ivan was furious by now. He had retained a slash on his left arm only because he had foolishly used his arm to block instead of stepping back and reposting. The other man had a slash on his leg, but it didn't seem to do him any damage. It didn't seem to hurt him at all.
"Fencers ready!" Ivan steadied his saber
"Fence!"
"Heh heh…."
Ivan froze… that laugh.
His opponent lunged at him, faster and more agile then he had before. His slashes were more vicious, brutal, moving in for the kill. He blocked faster, hit harder, and was pushing Ivan back. Ivan tried to slash back but the masked fencer sidestepped it in a move so fast that Ivan couldn't even follow it. Ivan's foe fought even harder after that. Ivan tried to recover, but, but…..
That laugh.
Ivan couldn't figure out that laugh, it chilled him to the bone.
The masked fencer lunged again, and Ivan pulled back to block, but his saber met with….nothing. It was a trick. Ivan looked up and before he could react a saber plunged through his mask cracking the glass around it, the tip of the masked fencer's blade dangerously close to his left eye. With a flick of his wrist, Ivan's opponent whipped off the mask from Ivan's head detaching it from his saber and slashed at Ivan's throat.
Ivan gasped. He's trying to kill me!
"Halt!" The referee held his hand up.
"Point left!" Ivan touched two fingers to his throat. A thin trail of blood dripped down on his white fencing jacket. He looked down at his fingers and found himself faced with his adversary's saber.
"Who the hell are you?" Ivan choked out.
Dorothy was watching in shock. Ivan was good at fencing, how? Who the hell just nearly killed him? She looked at the other fencer who was slowly reaching up to remove his mask.
"I'd be careful if I were you." The masked fencer said to Ivan just before his mask uncovered his face.
It was Quatre.
He did not look like himself. His eyes were hard, cold, and they had the same gleam in them as they did when he blew up a colony.
Ivan swallowed very, very hard.
"Those three very harmless slashed are just a preview of what will happen if you come near Dorothy again." Quatre withdrew his saber sharply in one fluid motion placing it back in the sheathe. The action caused Ivan to tumble back on his ass.
"If you touch her again…" Quatre continued "looking very hard at Ivan. "Let's just say that I could deepen that slash on your throat anytime you wish. Do we have an understanding?"
"Y, ye, yea, yea, yes, yes." Ivan stuttered "An understanding."
"Good"
Ivan turned to the referee who had also taken off his mask. It was the pilot of Wing Zero. The security guard at the door was also there; the pilot of Deathscythe. And the two other fencers dueling right next to him, whom he thought would have been good to practice with; also gundam pilots.
"We'll just escort you out now." The one with the braid said.
"Indeed," Came the voice that belonged to the Chinese gundam pilot. He walked toward Ivan grabbing him under one arm, the "referee" came behind him and grabbed him under the other arm.
"Let's go"
Ivan cursed the day he decided the work for the Preventers, cursed the day he met Dorothy Catalonia and cursed the damn fucking day he was born.
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"Dorothy…" Quatre's voice floated softly on the air after the four other pilots had left. Dorothy was in shock. Did Quatre just try to kill Ivan? Did he threaten him for…..me? What was going on, if anything she did not expect a violent reaction from Quatre, she expected him to bring her flowers, come crawling, or anything Quatre-like but this. It was as if he took a page out of Heero Yuy's or Relena's brother's book.
"Dorothy…"
Dorothy stiffened her shoulders, she was in for it now. She never saw him when he blew up a colony, never believed it, until now
"Dorothy, come here." Dorothy stuck her nose in the air. No way I'm going over there just like that. If he had that bad of a reaction to Ivan and he knew that I was using him, what was he going to do with the mastermind of the plan? She shook herself with determination. If he thought he was going to intimidate her, he was wrong.
"Quatre if you think for one minute that I'm...Mmph!" Dorothy was silenced as Quatre took two steps toward her, grabbed her behind the neck and kissed her on the lips; hard.
Dorothy's eyes shot wide open.
That kiss. Her heart gave a little jump and shuddered. That kiss.
"Quatre…"
"If you keep calling me name like that we're gonna end up sounding like Heero and Relena in AC195." Quatre said dryly with a laugh. Dorothy looked up at him. His eyes were normal again. Warm, shining, and sweet. The same eyes she drowned in every night when she dreamed of him. Dorothy had no idea Quatre could be so adamant, so two faced, and so… so conniving. It was down right sexy.
"I'm sorry I sent you to the looney bin, I'm sorry I suppressed your desires, I'm sorry I tried to change your wonderful self, and I'm sorry I let that bastard touch you."
Dorothy just stared at him.
"I…"
"Shh…"Quatre said, gently nipping at her lip. "Hush now, I have one more thing to make up to you."
"Hmmm..." Dorothy had completely lost her trail of thought when Quatre began laving her neck alternating between sucking and nipping.
"We have to make our own memory of having sex on the gym floor."
Dorothy started.
"We didn't…"
"I know," Quatre interrupted her again. "If you had, I would have run him through." He dipped his head and cupped Dorothy's breasts between his hands gently sucking the nipples though the cloth of her silk shirt.
"I've never seen this side of you before." Dorothy shuddered. It was getting hard to breathe.
"Heh, heh. Don't worry love. I promise you'll like it."
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Author's note; Heh Heh. (No pun intended…………. Alright never mind, pun; FULLY intended) There we go, a little bit of lime scented fun for you readers whose been aching for a little action ever since the Relena cherry incident. Hope you're enjoying the gundam wing boy's revenge so far. It just gets better as it goes on.
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---Aldesina