Chapter One, fresh off the laptop!! I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed me so far and I dedicate this chapter to Lex and Chika who will not let me die without finishing this fic!! All the reviews have been great so far and I really appreciate all of your support!! Now before we can get to the ficcie: I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING OR SAILOR MOON!!! This story is purely for the enjoyment of the readers. I still haven't picked a pilot to put Usagi with so the polls are still open. Also, I am still *NOT* Chibi Tenshi or D-chan or the other astounding authors I mentioned….I can wish I was Sailor Moon tho, can't I?? Now onto the ficcie…
Eyelids hid the gate to her soul; cool crisp air worked its way into her lungs. Slowly, like Carmel separating from chocolate, the creamy white lids lifted, forcing sharp pronounced sky blue eyes to focus on the structure in front of her. Unwavering, unmoving, the goddess-like female stood, surveying it, sizing it up. Golden threads were forced back over her shoulder with a simple shrug.
The building was an OZ base. It was the reason she was here. Her mission lay inside the fortified walls. Ruby lips pressed together as her hard eyes glared at two privates gawking at her. Attention was key to her; attention was a means of accomplishing her mission. Attention was death to her. Chill formed fists of ice as her hands clenched. Jaw set forward, walk calm and steady, breathing even, measured pace, she made her way to the first door.
Fingers flew to the code lock. Swiftly they entered the code. Gliding through the entryway, she continued to make her path through the entryway; she continued to make her path through the oh-so-familiar hallways, high heels deftly contacting ground without so much as a soft creek. That too meant death. She almost carelessly came to a stop and slid a card through the door. Bumping the metal object closed, blue surveyed the room. Apparently satisfied, she located the container placed where wall met wall and floor began.
Pawing through the compartments, a glint of success came over her eyes and she allowed herself a small smirk of contentedness. Powder blue fell, neglected and rejected, to the floor. Delicate, deadly feet jumped out of the silk puddle and smooth leather slid up her slender, toned legs. What little gravity there was helped her get the black tank top down. Leather jacket hid the tank top protectively but not before the hard silver weapon was hidden in the black as the stars lay on the fabric of the night sky. Two revolvers made their way to holsters as well, mid-thigh strong enough to openly support them. Another silver blade in a boot, jammer in the other.
Soft treated leather flowed like water, allowing her to live up to all she was. Sapphire met sapphire in silver reflection flicking up and down, appraisingly. Stepping over to the mahogany stand, gloved fingers picked up her trademark. Soul gates shut, it was pressed against her forehead. Removing the pressure and opening the gates, sapphire met the small crystal upward-turned crescent moon stuck to her forehead.
Satisfied, metal entrance was passed and the room was devoid of life. Continuing down the corridor as water flowing down a downward incline, she reached a door. Fingers pressed the code, retina was infiltrated, and features were placed as the door opened. Back strait, she entered the room, face immediately contracting slightly and ruby turning down for a millisecond, imperceptible to any normal human eye.
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"So let's get this strait, Heero's hacked into OZ's system best he can and all he could find about their plans is that they have a secret weapon named 'sky?' Am I right?" His fingers worked over the end of the chestnut braid absently as he addressed the others in the room.
"That is correct." One green eye sparkled with inner thought as the tall young man spoke, his voice rich and full. Gravity fought with his hair, losing to its incredible power. 'Agile' seemed to be carved into every tall, taut fiber within him.
"This has to be a joke!!" Indigo eyes seemed exclaimed, braid swinging as he jumped up. "We need more information." Mouth agape, eyes flashed from companion to companion. Eyebrows up, swathed in darkness, Shinigami was a force to be reckoned with when needed.
"As much as I hate to say it, Duo's right." A soft voice spoke up from his corner of the table. His fingers traced the ornate curl carving in the wood as his mind traced what information they had carved out. Pale blue eyes accented soft, gentle features and light, bouncy attire gave an aura of peace and calm.
"We aren't as weak as them, we will win anyway." Words came from the slick haired by, his face oriental in features. Black eyes narrowed in determination, a frown playing on his strict features. Though covered in pure white oriental style gi, he radiated power and assurance from ever inch if his stature.
"We still need information." Platinum blonde hair was pushed back with a sigh before his hand softly smacked the wood it had been fingering.
"Hn." The grunt-like form of communication came from the last figure. Shadows played on his features. Face a Grecian mask of indifference. Chocolate brown ruff covered his head and ice-cold cobalt blue eyes gave looks that could kill. Assuming his full height, the think computer was pushed away under her guiding hand. The exit began to get closer to him.
"Where're you going?" Cheer and happy expressions that this unique God of Death usually wore were gone, forehead creased with worry.
"There are plans to transport "sky" from it's present location on a colony to Lake Victoria base in the continent of Africa." Pitch was a stranger to his voice, as was emotion. "I'm going to destroy the suit."
Duo nodded. "I'll come with you and give you back up, ok?"
"No Duo, your Gundam still needs fixing, only Wing Zero and Sandrock are fully operational, therefore logically, Quatre should go with Heero." The silencer spoke up, putting a damper of Shinigami's plan.
"Alright then, I'll go." Quatre agreed.
"Rasheed and the Maguanacs stay." Was the cold, concise reply.
"Fine, they'll stay and see after the three other Gundams." Blonde hair bounced with a nod as he hurried to catch up with pilot 01, who hadn't taken the courtesy to wait for the young heir's reply.
"I almost pity whoever is guarding the weapon, they have no chance." Duo's voice rang with partial mirth as the braided one shook his namesake.
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Her face was a mask, no emotions, and no feelings in it. Skin feeling as if there were holes burning through it, her sky eyes surveyed the room, every eye upon her. She met every eye, withstanding every gaze with her back arched, fists balled at her side. The vision of spirit and rebelliousness surveyed the meeting that had dared be called without her presence.
Click. Click. Click. Boot steps resounded against the dull metal floor near the window. Thump. Thump. Thump. Carpeting was violated. Gaze never wavered from the men at the table, she instinctively knew something was going on and she didn't like it. Not one bit. Volume decreed that the man was shortening the distance between them and her trained hearing told her that the man had the psychotic nerve to saunter to her, taking his sweet time. What little time he would have left if he angered her, that is.
"Pleasure to see you again, my dear." His mellow, self-assured voice called out.
She cursed the heavens as she met his desolate eyes, desperately restraining a glare. A growl caught in her throat, this animal was the only one at the base who outranked her. Soldiers feared her, men ran at the sight of her, they paled at her name, they fainted dead away at her skills. But this man, this excuse for a man, dared think of her as a game. A toy to play with, to pull her puppet like strings and see how long she would dance his tune. "I'm pleased to see you again, Lieutenant Colonel." Voice devoid of emotion, eyes flashed warning lights and danger to those who dared gaze into them.
"Pleased as ever to see me, I gather." The man knew her deep loathing for him, yet continued to urge her forward, closer to pulling silver on him and causing ruby to flow from him freely. "But this isn't a tea party, as you probably presumed the instant you walked in," He knew everything there was to know about her. He knew her past, he knew her present, and he probably even outguessed fate about her future. He was aware of her weaknesses, he taught her all her strengths, he taught her everything she knew. He had been with her as long as she remembered; he had made her who she was. And yet, she wanted to gut him like the worthless fish he was. "Are you listening?"
Jerked out of her reverie, she didn't know surprise, nodding curtly. "We have a mission for you." His voice droned on, her curiosity perked behind the cleverly erected façade. Missions were good. Missions were very good. She lived for her missions, reveled in the adrenaline, releasing the turmoil of feeling inside her as she completed them with a bang.
"What kind of mission?" Common protocol questions popped into her head, but she only uttered one.
"We are sending a shipment of mobile suits to Lake Victoria. You are to go with them. When you get down there, Lieutenant Noin will meet with you and brief you further."
"What suits? What route? Departure date? Arrival date? Am I pilot one in case of attack?" She queried the man's back. Annoyance began to grow within her, as it always did. He considered her harmless, so that he would gaze into the stars rather than watch her for attack.
"You will know soon enough. Until then you are dismissed to your quarters to prepare your things."
Pearl white ground itself softly as she clenched her jaw. "Departure preparations for me will be completed within the demi hour."
"Then you may retire to your quarters until summoned." He flashed her a smirk. She wanted to throttle him then and there. 'Let the king have his castle, his knight will be leaving it short enough.' She thought to herself as she regarded him and realized he wouldn't be accompanying her to Earth. "Dismissed."
Nodding her deference and snapping to attention to turned back to the entryway from which she had entered and placed her hand on the open signal. As it opened with a slight rush of air, she smirked. A large smirk. She was leaving this prison.
The door closed behind her with another rush of air and she began to walk back the way she had come. A window caught her eye and the sparkling gem reflected in her deep blue eyes. "Soon my pretty, I will dominate you, in the name of OZ, under Mr. Trieze Kushrenada, not this pompous fool." Her fierce whisper faded into still space as blue and green met blue, a hunger igniting inside of her.
To be continued…
Well that's chapter 1. I told you this was a different sort of crossover so you can't blame me
for all the plot twists I have and will throw in. I hope you liked this installment and I ask you once again for
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enough people like this, I may decide to give D-chan and Chibi Tenshi a run for
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~Sailor Silver Moon