Okay, here's the rest of the Gundam situation and...well, yes, judging by the title, there is a certain complication...
~*Kidnapped!*~
*Force of the Future*
Location: New Tower, Saudi
"Master Quatre! Indeed the gods are good to me for have returning you!"
"Hello, Rafdah," Quatre greeted, bowing down to a middle-aged man wearing a red cap on his head and wearing some traditional Arabian clothes. He looked around at the mansion his father had owned. "I must be frank, but I am on a mission. I am to go to the Peace Ministry Headquarters here and look out for the terrorists."
Rafdah nodded in understanding. "Scoundrel," he muttered. "They have no honour, striking in the dark when no one is looking. Have they no pride? Surely only a coward would strike when no one is looking." He shook his head. "I do not know this world anymore."
"Nonetheless, Rafdah..."
"Agreed," he responded, handing a card to him. "Here is an identification card. Everyone knows you, so I placed you under a guest from Noin. No secret identities...just the truth."
"Thank you, Rafdah," Quatre said kindly as they walked over to a window where the city lay before them, gleaming under the hot Arabian sun. The city was a mix of the modern design and the design of before; it was an incredible sight. He sighed it had been so long since he had seen Earth. "Tell me, Rafdah, has there been any trouble around here? Y'know, terrorist activity."
"None that I am aware of, Master Quatre," he replied with equal grace. "Although, come to think of it..."
Quatre looked up in interest. "Tell me."
Rafdah nodded slowly. "There is a bar, some five blocks from this mansion," he explained. "A lot of men come there at the end of the day...I go there for some gossip. You know, little talk with everybody who knows everybody. Well, anyways, one day, a strange man entered the bar. He was an odd man, his face draped with all sorts of unnessesary coverings...and he walked over to a secluded area where only a few stand. I do not know about you, Master, but I think they had some illegal business there."
"Thank you, Rafdah." Quatre turned, ready to go.
Rafdah grabbed his arm. "I must warn you, Master Quatre, I do not trust them. It is not wise for a man of your status to be running around in there...it is better if I handle it. Who knows what might happen if you put yourself in such positions..."
"Rafdah," he said in a testy tone.
"No, Master," he insisted. "I will not allow you to put yourself in such a position. You have just arrived...please, settle in before you put yourself in risk."
Quatre sighed. "Okay."
Location: Beijing, China
"Identification?" the computer ordered.
The card slid down the slot. The computer did some electronic choke before the light turned green and the metal door opened, with the computer stating emotionlessly, "Identification confirmed."
The person walked inside, retrieving his ID.
The area was barely above a whisper although there was a productive move here. The people were dressed in the same suits he was in, flashing the Peace Ministry insignia and their suits are bleak and pressed properly. The women who had short hair was like unisex with the guys and the women who had long hair had them up in tight bun on their heads. Their faces had no life; just the dead seriousness of their job.
He walked towards the administrative's desk and looked through the list.
"May I help you?" the man at the desk said gruffly.
He looked up, his sharp eyes meeting the man's black ones. He had jet black hair with blonde streaks running through him. He looked positively harassed at the moment. Unfortunately, he picked the wrong person to bent out the situation on.
"I'm looking for Agent Mitchell Sang," he said thinnly.
"I'm sorry, but he's on lunch break."
He frowned slightly. "You haven't even checked yet," he pointed out.
The man was unmoved. "Doesn't matter," he replied in a semi-mocking voice. "I don't need to; everybody knows that Agent Sang is out in lunch at the moment. He won't be back for another while. So, if you don't mind, I have a lot of things to do---"
"Does it look like I care?" he snapped. "I was asked to report at this time. Now, you will find me, or I will---"
"Do what? You are in a Peace Ministry building!" the man uttered.
His eyes flashed out angrily. "Maybe so, but right now you aren't helping it!" he shot back angrily. "How dare you bring out the defence of this place to your side! You aren't honourable...how dare you even think of yourself to be a peaceful man if you can't even settle this!"
The man at the counter was about to retort, when his face turned red.
"Harassing new comers again, Zhi Yang? Never thought of this," said the newcomer, approaching the desk. The man was tall and imposing, with his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail similar to his and his dark eyes darted about with such a glare...he looked down at him. "Are you Chang Wufei?"
Wufei nodded bleakly. "Sang Mitchell."
Sang bowed down politely. "Yes. Ignore Zhi...he's always like that," he said firmly, turning to face the receptionist, who was now beet red with rage. "Zhi! Get back to work!" he snapped before advising Wufei, "Come with me and I will explain it all."
Location: Somewhere in Russia
"Is everything ready?"
"Almost."
"Almost isn't good enough."
"I'm getting on it."
"Tell me, what is the location of our target?"
"Moscow, Russia."
"We're going there...hehehehe...Relena, we will hunt you down!"
Location: Moscow, Russia
"Thank you," Relena said kindly to the door man. "That will be all."
The man nodded and closed the door behind him. Relena sighed, pressing her long, bony fingers on her temples, walking over to the couch and plopping on it, regardless of her clothes. The pain was killing her head even though she had only arrived a couple of hours ago with Heero.
Where was he anyways?
She had already met their agent who would help them in the building and she already had met with the Russian officials. She was exhausted and she hadn't even eaten a lot. The only thing in her mind now was to retire in her bedroom and sleep forever.
She sighed and rested her head back, her hands still on her forehead and was drifting off when she felt cool fingers press against her temples and massaging it slowly. Her eyes snapped open to reveal Heero's face hovering above her.
"Calm down," he said monotonely. "You'll get another headache."
Relena closed her eyes again as Heero continued to massage her temples. "Where did you learn to...do...this?" she asked with her eyes still shut, trying not to groan at the fact that it was actually helping the tension unwind.
"Somewhere. Stop moving, you're making me lose my concentration."
"So-rry! But you're tickling me!" Relena said, her eyes squeezed shut and wincing. "It's not my fault I'm ticklish!" When she felt the hand sweep down from her temples, she snapped her eyes open and saw that Heero was now sitting beside her. She frowned. "Heero?"
He didn't say anything. He only looked at her peculiarly.
She swallowed dryly. "Heero?"
He still didn't say anything. His hand was still on her cheek, when he drew her closer for a kiss. She wasn't thinking, he probably wasn't either (she couldn't tell) and before she knew it, she was locking lips with him. She didn't know how long it lasted and frankly, didn't care. She felt like she was being released from something she did not know of, but it seemed so obsolete. Heero was finallt realzing---or had he known the entire time?
He drew her closer...
Relena felt a part of her panic and hurriedly broke the kiss. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, brushing her hair back. "Wow," she managed to say.
Heero partially smiled, as if he was embaressed. He then looked at her carefully, and she returned the same look. She was perplexed; what was he thinking of? She tried so hard to read his expression but failed; she could never figure him out, really.
He then reached out his hand and placed it over hers. It was touching.
"I have to go sleep now...y'know," she managed to say weakly.
"I understand. Go sleep. I'll be here if you need me."
She wanted to fling her arms out to him but she felt something pull her back. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but she retreated before Heero could comprehend. He saw something going on, and he was about to say something but she had feld the scene and to her room, where she collapsed on the bed.
I don't understand, she thought miserably. Now that I finally had my dreams come true and I'm backing up here. I don't understand...why?...
Her thoughts were cut off when someone put a gag in her mouth, making her panicked for a moment before falling unconscious.
Heero...
~End of Chapter
What do u think? Yah, it's a bit on a rush, my fingers ache and it's late at night, anyways, R&R!
~*Kidnapped!*~
*Force of the Future*
Location: New Tower, Saudi
"Master Quatre! Indeed the gods are good to me for have returning you!"
"Hello, Rafdah," Quatre greeted, bowing down to a middle-aged man wearing a red cap on his head and wearing some traditional Arabian clothes. He looked around at the mansion his father had owned. "I must be frank, but I am on a mission. I am to go to the Peace Ministry Headquarters here and look out for the terrorists."
Rafdah nodded in understanding. "Scoundrel," he muttered. "They have no honour, striking in the dark when no one is looking. Have they no pride? Surely only a coward would strike when no one is looking." He shook his head. "I do not know this world anymore."
"Nonetheless, Rafdah..."
"Agreed," he responded, handing a card to him. "Here is an identification card. Everyone knows you, so I placed you under a guest from Noin. No secret identities...just the truth."
"Thank you, Rafdah," Quatre said kindly as they walked over to a window where the city lay before them, gleaming under the hot Arabian sun. The city was a mix of the modern design and the design of before; it was an incredible sight. He sighed it had been so long since he had seen Earth. "Tell me, Rafdah, has there been any trouble around here? Y'know, terrorist activity."
"None that I am aware of, Master Quatre," he replied with equal grace. "Although, come to think of it..."
Quatre looked up in interest. "Tell me."
Rafdah nodded slowly. "There is a bar, some five blocks from this mansion," he explained. "A lot of men come there at the end of the day...I go there for some gossip. You know, little talk with everybody who knows everybody. Well, anyways, one day, a strange man entered the bar. He was an odd man, his face draped with all sorts of unnessesary coverings...and he walked over to a secluded area where only a few stand. I do not know about you, Master, but I think they had some illegal business there."
"Thank you, Rafdah." Quatre turned, ready to go.
Rafdah grabbed his arm. "I must warn you, Master Quatre, I do not trust them. It is not wise for a man of your status to be running around in there...it is better if I handle it. Who knows what might happen if you put yourself in such positions..."
"Rafdah," he said in a testy tone.
"No, Master," he insisted. "I will not allow you to put yourself in such a position. You have just arrived...please, settle in before you put yourself in risk."
Quatre sighed. "Okay."
Location: Beijing, China
"Identification?" the computer ordered.
The card slid down the slot. The computer did some electronic choke before the light turned green and the metal door opened, with the computer stating emotionlessly, "Identification confirmed."
The person walked inside, retrieving his ID.
The area was barely above a whisper although there was a productive move here. The people were dressed in the same suits he was in, flashing the Peace Ministry insignia and their suits are bleak and pressed properly. The women who had short hair was like unisex with the guys and the women who had long hair had them up in tight bun on their heads. Their faces had no life; just the dead seriousness of their job.
He walked towards the administrative's desk and looked through the list.
"May I help you?" the man at the desk said gruffly.
He looked up, his sharp eyes meeting the man's black ones. He had jet black hair with blonde streaks running through him. He looked positively harassed at the moment. Unfortunately, he picked the wrong person to bent out the situation on.
"I'm looking for Agent Mitchell Sang," he said thinnly.
"I'm sorry, but he's on lunch break."
He frowned slightly. "You haven't even checked yet," he pointed out.
The man was unmoved. "Doesn't matter," he replied in a semi-mocking voice. "I don't need to; everybody knows that Agent Sang is out in lunch at the moment. He won't be back for another while. So, if you don't mind, I have a lot of things to do---"
"Does it look like I care?" he snapped. "I was asked to report at this time. Now, you will find me, or I will---"
"Do what? You are in a Peace Ministry building!" the man uttered.
His eyes flashed out angrily. "Maybe so, but right now you aren't helping it!" he shot back angrily. "How dare you bring out the defence of this place to your side! You aren't honourable...how dare you even think of yourself to be a peaceful man if you can't even settle this!"
The man at the counter was about to retort, when his face turned red.
"Harassing new comers again, Zhi Yang? Never thought of this," said the newcomer, approaching the desk. The man was tall and imposing, with his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail similar to his and his dark eyes darted about with such a glare...he looked down at him. "Are you Chang Wufei?"
Wufei nodded bleakly. "Sang Mitchell."
Sang bowed down politely. "Yes. Ignore Zhi...he's always like that," he said firmly, turning to face the receptionist, who was now beet red with rage. "Zhi! Get back to work!" he snapped before advising Wufei, "Come with me and I will explain it all."
Location: Somewhere in Russia
"Is everything ready?"
"Almost."
"Almost isn't good enough."
"I'm getting on it."
"Tell me, what is the location of our target?"
"Moscow, Russia."
"We're going there...hehehehe...Relena, we will hunt you down!"
Location: Moscow, Russia
"Thank you," Relena said kindly to the door man. "That will be all."
The man nodded and closed the door behind him. Relena sighed, pressing her long, bony fingers on her temples, walking over to the couch and plopping on it, regardless of her clothes. The pain was killing her head even though she had only arrived a couple of hours ago with Heero.
Where was he anyways?
She had already met their agent who would help them in the building and she already had met with the Russian officials. She was exhausted and she hadn't even eaten a lot. The only thing in her mind now was to retire in her bedroom and sleep forever.
She sighed and rested her head back, her hands still on her forehead and was drifting off when she felt cool fingers press against her temples and massaging it slowly. Her eyes snapped open to reveal Heero's face hovering above her.
"Calm down," he said monotonely. "You'll get another headache."
Relena closed her eyes again as Heero continued to massage her temples. "Where did you learn to...do...this?" she asked with her eyes still shut, trying not to groan at the fact that it was actually helping the tension unwind.
"Somewhere. Stop moving, you're making me lose my concentration."
"So-rry! But you're tickling me!" Relena said, her eyes squeezed shut and wincing. "It's not my fault I'm ticklish!" When she felt the hand sweep down from her temples, she snapped her eyes open and saw that Heero was now sitting beside her. She frowned. "Heero?"
He didn't say anything. He only looked at her peculiarly.
She swallowed dryly. "Heero?"
He still didn't say anything. His hand was still on her cheek, when he drew her closer for a kiss. She wasn't thinking, he probably wasn't either (she couldn't tell) and before she knew it, she was locking lips with him. She didn't know how long it lasted and frankly, didn't care. She felt like she was being released from something she did not know of, but it seemed so obsolete. Heero was finallt realzing---or had he known the entire time?
He drew her closer...
Relena felt a part of her panic and hurriedly broke the kiss. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, brushing her hair back. "Wow," she managed to say.
Heero partially smiled, as if he was embaressed. He then looked at her carefully, and she returned the same look. She was perplexed; what was he thinking of? She tried so hard to read his expression but failed; she could never figure him out, really.
He then reached out his hand and placed it over hers. It was touching.
"I have to go sleep now...y'know," she managed to say weakly.
"I understand. Go sleep. I'll be here if you need me."
She wanted to fling her arms out to him but she felt something pull her back. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but she retreated before Heero could comprehend. He saw something going on, and he was about to say something but she had feld the scene and to her room, where she collapsed on the bed.
I don't understand, she thought miserably. Now that I finally had my dreams come true and I'm backing up here. I don't understand...why?...
Her thoughts were cut off when someone put a gag in her mouth, making her panicked for a moment before falling unconscious.
Heero...
~End of Chapter
What do u think? Yah, it's a bit on a rush, my fingers ache and it's late at night, anyways, R&R!