Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for the people that oobviously don't belong in Gundam Wing.
Some Notes: FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! IHAVE FINISHED THE EVIL WORK OF CHAPTER 3!!!!!!!!!!!
THE GODS ARE FAVOURING ME AT LAST!!!!! And goddammit, I have no clue
where this piece of shit came from. And it's long. I'm just totally baffled as to where any of this came
from. I like it though.
More Notes: In real life, Jason Fairfax and Nadare Nomura are the same person, known by me as
Oichitsu Ni Kami-Sama, just split into two parts of his personality.
Even More Notes: I'm not sure if Mika and Desu are a couple. I can't figure it out. Make your own
decision.
Puda: I LIVE ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cha: Unfortunately. Oh well, you'll have to do, chibi. *ruffles his hair* ONTO THE STORY!!!!
Puda: I AM NOT A CHIBI!!!!!!
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"So, guys," Quatre began, as a stack of papers was tossed next to him, "why are you two
going through old magazine articles and all these files?" Wufei ignored him, and continued leafing
through one of sixty odd science journals and Trowa glanced up, looking tired.
"It's for the AOTC," he said simply, and then went back to work. This answer didn't really
help Quatre much; he frankly had no clue what they were talking about.
"What's the AOTC? Why are you researching them?" Quatre asked.
" 'AOTC,'is an acronym for Advanced Organic Technology Corporation. The AOTC is a
scientific group whose research has been primarily centered on-" Trowa was cut of as Duo entered the
room, looking like Death warmed over.
"Botany and horticulture," Duo filled in. The braided boy stumbled over to where Quatre
was sitting on the floor of the study and dropped himself onto a stack of papers, scattering them
every which way.
"Maxwell..." Wufei growled, but Duo ignored him and went on.
"Ya see, the AOTC is a whole big ass company that works in the modifying of plants and
shit like that. Ya know, plants that can grow faster, make more food, grow where nothing else can
grow. That part's pretty cool," he paused for a moment, as a yawn split his head in two, "But, because
of what happened at the rave, we're thinking that they've moved on up the evolutionary scale to
humans." Quatre looked confused, and Trowa and Wufei exchanged a look.
"Oh man, Quatre, don't tell me you don't remember the rave!!" Duo exclaimed, propping
himself up on an elbow.
"No, I don't. Should I remember the rave?" Quatre said, looking at Duo nervously.
"Well, we figure that you were on some sort of shit last night, ecstacy or something like
that, and then you and some girl got it on, 'cause me and Wu had to drag your unconscious butt outta
there," Duo said, as he yawned again.
"I DID WHAT?!?!?!"
"Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, all the way, Quatre." Duo replied with a grin. He turned to
Trowa and Wufei, ignoring the stunned Arabian. "So, Wu, Tro, anything new?" There was a thump,
and the three boys looked to see that Quatre had fainted.
Duo glared at Quatre's unconscious form, and giggled. "Quatre, I am so not dragging
your ass back upstairs. You can lie there all day for all I care."
Trowa rolled his eyes. This was promising to be a very long day.
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"Trinity," Teiru said for what seemed like the hundredth time. No answer
except the sound of fists and feet hitting her punching bag. She had been working out since Teiru
had dismissed her, and was showing no signs of stopping. "TRINITY MACARTHUR!!!! OPEN THIS
DOOR IMMEDIATELY BEFORE I-" Teiru stopped as the door slid open to reveal a glowering
red-head that seemed ready to kill him.
"Before ye what, Teiru? Kill me? Ye should know tha' I don't give a damn about me life."
She moved away from the doorway so that Teiru could enter her room.
Teiru looked around the Spartan-like quarters. There was hardly anything to show who
lived here, no personal artifacts. Nothing except for the wall of photographs that faced the doorway.
Teiru walked over to the photographs, Trinity's eyes burning holes into him as she watched his every
move. He looked at them, and a smile crept across his face. There was a picture of the triplets,
Alexander with his dread-locks, Lang with his hair neatly tied back, and Caleb with it down, framing
his face in a curtain of black. Then there was a picture of Savage and Kyle, Savage perched on Kyle's
shoulder's glaring at the camera. Teiru looked at all of the pictures, which ranged from Angel, Eliza,
and Alexander covered in chocolate, to Caleb sleeping peacefully with Trinity curled up in his arms,
before turning to face Trinity, who was still glaring at him. He sat down on her bed, his face void of
emotion.
"Please sit down, Trinity," Teiru said, gesturing to the unoccupied chair at her spotless
desk.
"I'll stand. Now, what is this all about, Teiru?" she asked, her eyes hard.
"I wish to apologize for my rudeness to you earlier. I was upset and let my emotions get
the better of me," he said, his voice sounding sincere. Trinity narrowed her eyes.
"Don't think tha' ye can fool me with yer act. I've known ye too long. Ye 'ave a reason t'
be 'ere. Out with it. Now," she hissed at Teiru, who ran a hand through his greying hair.
"You have heard of the Shitai-San project?" he asked, looking up to meet her glare.
"Aye. Yer takin' dead people an' rebuildin' 'em, makin' 'em better then when they were
alive, erasin' their memories, makin' killin' machines. Success rate is nil," she said, a tone of
satisfaction in her voice.
"You are correct. But you are wrong about the success rate." Teiru said, a slightly evil
glint appearing in his eye.
"What do ye mean?" Trinity asked, her gaze still harsh as she stared at the man that sat
upon her bed.
"We have a subject that is ready for reanimation. He died when he was twenty-four, and
when alive, he was a very intelligent young man. After two years of reconfiguration, we believe that he
is finally ready to be reanimated.
"An' what does all of this 'ave t' do with me?" Trinity questioned, her curiosity sparked.
"I want you to train him to be on your team. As most of the original team is dead, we'll be
needing a new one. I want you in charge," he told her, and a smile crept across her face.
"Ye want me t' be in charge, eh? Is this just 'cause Lang's too fucked up an' 'Ngel's a
ditz? Lack of options? There's got t' be a reason fer yer decision. I want t' know what it is."
"My reasons are for me alone. All you need to know is that you are in charge of the team
now, and the new subject. He is scheduled to be reanimated today at three o'clock. You are to be
present for his reanimation," Teiru told Trinity and he got up tp leave. As he reached the door, Teiru
paused, and looked back at Trinity.
"You and I don't have to be enemies, Trinity. In fact, I would prefer it if we could work
together," Teiru said, and he turned back towards the door.
"Ye just don't get it, do ye?" Trinity's voice caused Teiru to stop, and look at the girl who
stood behind him.
"What don't I 'get,' Trinity?" Teiru replied, his voice, all of a sudden, tired.
"Ye don't get tha' none of us asked fer this t' 'appen. We never asked t' be experimented
on, t' be kept away from th' world, t' be killers. Tis not our fault fer th' way we are; tis yer's. Ye'r th' one
tha' made us, yer th' one tha' 'as t' deal with us. Ye'd do good to remember tha', Teiru, now tha' ye'r
playin' God again. An' what's th' new boy's name, or tis it me job t' do tha' too?" Trinity said, the last
bit causing her to smile softly.
"He is called Treize, Trinity. And remember, three o'clock," Teiru finished, and he left the
room, the door sliding shut behind him.
After Teiru had gone, Trinity walked to the back of her room, where her punching bag
hung. She traced letters on it, smiling slightly.
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Heero's eyes scanned through the lines of text that covered his screen. It didn't make
much sense to him, which was odd. But then again, Heero was no scientist. He had a basic
understanding what the report meant by rerouting chromosomes to produce better plants, but Heero
couldn't see its relevance to anything he was looking for.
He sighed, and reached for a cup of coffee, no doubt left by Quatre. He took a sip of it,
and then noticed a link in the bottom left hand corner of the screen. His curiosity sparked, and
combined with his desire to escape from the report on plant physiology, Heero clicked on it, and
waited the few seconds for the screen to load. Once it loaded, Heero set his coffee back down, and
started scrolling down the page again, this time, reading the introduction on the AOTC's newest
bioengineering projects.
/The Chan Project./
/The Kun Project./
/The Shitai-San Project./
Heero glanced at the options, before clicking on the link to the Chan Project.
/Would you like to visit:/
/The Chan Project's Beginning,/
/Subjects 01 and 02,/
/Subject 03,/
/Active Subjects 04 through 07,/
/The Quest Integration and Inactive Subjects 08 through 12,/
/Subjects 13 through 17,/
/Subjects 18 and 19./
Heero reached for his coffee again, and clicked on the Chan Project's Beginning. A screen
loaded, and he began reading the background information on the Chan Project. After he had finished
reading the information, Heero looked down at the menu bar, and selected the first choice.
/The Hamilton triplets were born on January 16, After Colony 176. They are the original
test subjects of the Chan Project. All three are modified to have increased endurance, expanded lung
capacity, heightened senses, increased healing ability, among other changes. The triplets are; Caleb
Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton, and Lang Hamilton./
Heero stopped reading for a moment, and leaned back in his chair, coffee mug in hand.
The modifications that the report told of seemed to be similar to his own. Of course, his modifications
were nowhere near as extensive as the Hamiltons'. Heero leaned forward again, and continued
reading.
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Mika looked at Desu, and let out a small laugh before he gently shoved his friend out of
the way, so he could type something on the laptop. Desu gave him a glare, and pouted for a second,
as Mika swiftly typed something on the laptop. Mika moved out of the way, and Desu moved back
into position in front of *his* laptop.
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Heero frowned as the black screen that had given him the password earlier reappeared.
He leaned in close to the screen, and watched as the white text was typed onto it.
/Tick-Tock, goes the clock, all on its merry way./
Heero set his coffee down, and his fingers flew across the keyboard, as he typed a response.
/Who are you?/
He waited, and another few lines appeared across the screen.
/Time is of the essence, Heero Yuy. Work faster./
/Who are you?/
This time, the reply was a limerick.
/There was a Preventer named Heero
Who once piloted Wing Zero
He liked to fight
In the dark of night
And he was Arconda's hero!/
Heero clenched his fists, and then paled at the mention of Con's name. He glared at the
laptop, as if it was its fault, and lets loose a whole string of questions.
/Who are you? Why are you helping me? Where are you? How do you know Con?
Where is she? Can you tell me more about the Chan Project?/
Heero could have sworn that the screen was laughing at him.
/Go to Subjects 13 through 17. You'll find her there. And remember, Heero Yuy, that your
countdown has begun. Wishing you much hope and joy in the next few days,/
"The Watchers?" Heero said aloud, as the black screen filled with white text disappeared.
Heero shook his head. This was not making sense. Someone from inside the AOTC was helping him,
but he had a hidden time limit. Someone wanted him to find out what the AOTC was up to, but not
without their help. All these things added up did not compute in Heero's mind.
He sighed again, and hit the browsers back button to reach the menu bar once again.
This time, Heero clicked on the link for Subjects 13 through 17. The page came up, and he scrolled
down through the names, photos and statistics of four other teenagers, and paused on the last one.
The picture showed a girl of about seventeen, with orange hair, and bright green eyes that had a
dangerous glint to them.
/Name: Arconda Von Zarovich
Age: 17
Birth date: August 21, After Colony 180
Height: 156 centimeters
Weight: 42 kilograms
Status: Temporarily Inactive./
Heero stared at the screen, at the information listed, at the picture of the girl, not moving.
The screen went black again, and for some reason, Heero was not surprised.
/Now that you've found her, what will you do, Heero Yuy?/
He grimaced, and typed his reply.
/Find her. Get her out. What do you care?/
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Desu let out a giggle, and let Mika type in the reply.
/We care more than you think, Heero Yuy./
They watched, eager for the answer to appear. It did, and Desu couldn't hold back his
giggles any longer. He burst out laughing, and leaned back against Arconda's holding tank, his body
shaking as he laughed.
/Why? You work for the AOTC, you destroy lives, you don't care./
/But we do. We are not the AOTC. The AOTC is all around us. We sit, we watch, we
play the fool. Silence is a blessing, Heero Yuy. It is one that you should seriously consider,/ Mika
typed, and he rolled his eyes at Desu. It wasn't *that* funny.
Mika could almost imagine the confusion on Heero's face as he read the message.
/What do you mean, "sit, watch and play the fool?"/
/We are silent observers. No one questions us because we are always there, always quiet.
Like children, they don't watch what they say around us. They give us jobs, assignments, tasks to
complete, and we do them. They trust us, they think they control us, they think they know us,/ Mika
replied, and Desu stopped giggling long enough to look at him with wide eyes, as if to say, 'Hey, isn't
that a bit much on the information?'
Tantalize the seeker, Mika said in Desu's mind. Desu nodded, and reached over to add
in another line of text.
/They don't know anything./
/So you rebel by helping me hack through the AOTC's system, unbeknownst to them? I
don't understand your motives./
/Neither do we, Heero Yuy, neither do we,/ Desu typed, as Mika laid his head on his
shoulder, and breathed softly onto his neck. He shivered, and Mika only sighed.
/Then why do you help me?/
/Amusement./
/That doesn't make any sense. You don't make any sense./
Desu breathed out, and felt Mika's mind touch his, softly.
He's the one that doesn't make any sense. Desu nodded, and typed the reply.
/You don't make any sense. Why do you waste the time breaking into the AOTC's
system? Is it because of curiosity? Boredom? Or is it because of Arconda? Is your humanity taking
over you, Heero Yuy? Are you finally capable of caring for another? Or is it just hormonal urge?
What are your reasons? Tell us that./
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Heero sat in the study of Quatre's house, completely astounded. What were his reasons?
Why was he investigating the AOTC? Was it because he knew that what they were doing was
wrong? Or was he finally learning to care? Was it Arconda? How could one girl he had met for only a
short while be affecting him in like that?
Heero bit his lip, and continued typing.
/I don't know why./
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In room fifty-six, Mika shut his eyes, closing his ears off to the sounds of Desu's fingers
flying across the keyboard.
/We can't tell you why./
Mika left the room, and his mind sailed across unmeasurable distances, until it found the
tired, confused mind of Heero Yuy.
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Inside Heero's mind, Mika stood up, and looked around. It was so bleak, so desolate.
Nothing. Black and white, everything was monochrome. There was no color, no emotion. Mika
looked through Heero's eye's, and watched his laptop screen, his reply.
/I want to know why you bother with me./
"Well, Heero Yuy, your mind is certainly a bleak place," Mika said to himself, and he
started walking through the never ending black and white room that made up Heero's subconscious.
Mika stopped suddenly, having come to a crossroads. The four pathways met at an intersection, and a
sign post had been erected in the center, bearing four different signs.
Mika read the signs, and glanced back at the way he had came. That was the present,
emotionless, uncaring, dedicated to his missions. To his left, Heero's past lay, full of happiness and of
sadness, of his childhood, before he lost his humanity. That way was blocked off, a sloppily built wall
prohibiting all from entering. To his right, all of Heero's training was in full view, the path clean and
well cared for. And ahead of him, lay Heero's thoughts, his desires, his future. That way was kept
locked behind a giant iron door.
/We bother with you because we are curious. Why do you bother with us?/
Mika walked to the left, and stood in front of the wall. He raised an arm, and jerked his
wrist up in a sudden movement. The wall shattered, and Mika faced a colorful, happy room, filled with
laughter. He started towards the room where Heero's past was contained, and noticed a small child
running towards him. Mika stopped, and watched as the child ran up to him, and hugged his legs.
"Hi!!!! Thank you so very much for breaking the wall down!!! I would have done it myself,
but I'm not very big!!!! Who are you? Why are you here? I like you!!!! You're nice!!!!" the miniature
Heero told Mika, who gently detached himself from the grinning child.
"You're very welcome, little one. Now, can you tell me where the Heero of Now is? He
wasn't in the present, and I'm looking for him," Mika said to the child.
"Heero's up there!," replied the child, pointing above the center of the crossroads. Mika
turned to look, and saw a teenager dressed in a green tank top, a pair of black spandex shorts, and
yellow sneakers, sitting Indian style. The boy, who he assumed to be Heero, was floating about twenty
feet above the sign, typing on a laptop. Mika looked back down at the grinning child, and smiled.
"Thank you, little one. Do you now why he's up there?"
The little Heero nodded, and answered, "Uh-huh! That Heero's afraid. He's scared of me,
and of what might happen. He's afraid of now, and of his training. So he won't choose where to go. He
just sits there, typing. Do you wanna go play, mister?"
Mika shook his head. "No, little one, I am afraid that I must leave you now. Good bye,
little one," he said, standing up.
The little boy nodded somberly, and watched as Mika walked away. The wall remained
behind him, shattered.
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"Lunch, Quat?" Duo asked, as he offered the glowering Arabian a bowl full of spaghettios.
"No." Quatre's answer was short and to the point. Duo shrugged, and sat down at the
table with his lunch. Wufei was across from him, and the Chinese boy snorted at his choice of lunch.
"What Wu, don'tcha like spaghettios?" Duo said, and he stretched across the table to
wave a spoonful in Wufei's face.
"No. Leave me be, Maxwell," Wufei said, and he took a bite of his yogurt, all the while not
lifting his eyes from his book.
"And what kind of trash are you reading, young man?" Duo said, snatching the book from
Wufei's hands. "'Dragons of Autumn Twilight?' What the hell kind of book is this?!" he exclaimed
raising his eyebrows.
"It is not trash, Maxwell. Kindly unhand it and give it back to me," Wufei said, standing
up from the table. Duo shook his head, and stood up on the table, proceeding to read a passage from
the book.
" Here we go, 'Come with me, Sturm,' what the hell kind of name is 'Sturm?' 'Goldmoon
whispered as he put his arm around her. " You must vow to do as I command, no matter what happens.
Vow on your honor as a Knight of Solamnia."' What the heck is a Knight of Salami? 'Sturm hesitated.
Goldmoon's eyes, calm and clear, met his. "Vow," she demanded, "or I go alone." "I vow, lady," he said,
reverently. "I will obey." Goldmoon sighed thankfully. "Walk with me. Make no threatening
gesture." Together the barbarian woman of the Plains and the knight walked towards the dragon.'"
Duo shook his head, and gave the book back to Wufei. "That is some fucked up shit, Wuers."
Wufei accepted the book back, his lips thin. "Thank you for your opinion, Maxwell. I
happen to enjoy the books, if you must know." Wufei sat back down, and continued eating and
reading.
"May I dare ask what happened?" Trowa said, as he entered the room, a book tucked
under his arm. He set his book down, and went over to the cupboard, and removed a granola bar from
it. Trowa then journeyed to the refrigerator to fetch himself an apple.
"I gave Wu and Quatre an interpretive reading from Wuers's book. What are you
reading, Tro?" Duo asked, and he sat down on the table as Trowa settled into a chair.
"'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,'" Trowa told Duo. The braided boy just closed
his eyes and shook his head.
"Weirdos." Duo opened an eye and looked at Quatre who was pouting. "Yo, Quatre,
what's the matter?"
"Nothing," Quatre snapped at Duo, and Trowa and Wufei looked at the blond boy in
amazement.
"C'mon, you can't fool Duo Maxwell. Out with it!" Duo said, leaning down to look Quatre
in the eye.
"How should I feel, since I probably raped a girl?" Quatre said, his voice dripping with
cynicism. "Happy? Elated?" Duo leaned back, and looked away. "That's what I thought. All of you
guys knew and I'm not supposed to care," Quatre hissed, and he folded his arms.
"How do you know that you raped her?" Trowa asked, staring at Quatre with his visible
eye, "How do you know that it wasn't consensual?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid of what I did. What if I did though? What if I raped a girl?"
Quatre stopped suddenly, and all the color drained from his face. "What if I got her pregnant?"
"Then, if she comes to you and finds you, you have to explain that you were under the
influence of drugs, and are willing to take full responsibility for your actions. As I recall, you can't
remember anything about her?" Wufei said, and Quatre nodded his head.
"Well, look on the bright side, Quatre!" Duo said cheerfully.
"And what is the bright side?" Quatre asked dryly.
"You could've had sex with a guy!! Then, no babies!!!" Duo grinned broadly at the even
paler Quatre.
"OH MY GOD!!!! I COULD HAVE AN S.T.D.!!!!!!!!!!!" Quatre screamed before he fell off
his chair, and onto the floor. His head his the tile floor with a clunk, and Duo leaned over the table to
see a very unconscious Quatre lying on the kitchen floor.
"That's your fault, Duo," Trowa said, and he leaned out of his chair to check to see if
Quatre was still breathing.
"Hey, I've fallen off the table before and hit my head and I'm perfectly alright!" Duo said,
and he took a bite of his now rapidly cooling spaghettios.
"Your head is much harder then Quatre's will ever be," Wufei commented, and he and
Trowa both went back to their books.
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Mika stood directly beneath the floating Heero Yuy and stared upward. A second later,
he was rising upwards, up to Heero. Mika stopped when he reached Heero and realized that he had
reached another part of Heero's subconscious. The area around him was a grassy plain, with not a
tree in sight. Above him, storm clouds rumbled, an ominous warning of rain.
Mika looked at Heero, who sat, oblivious to his presence, typing away at his laptop. "So,
we meet at last, Heero Yuy."
"You're not supposed to be here. Go away," Heero said, no expression in his voice.
"Sorry, Heero Yuy, I can't do that. You and me need to have a little talk about things,"
Mika lowered himself to the grassy ground, sprawled out on his back.
"Go away."
"I already told you that I need to talk to you. About Arconda," Mika said, grinning slyly
when Heero lifted his head, his blue eyes wide.
"How do you know about Con?" Heero said, his voice soft. Mika caught a waft of concern
from Heero, and he smirked inwardly.
"It's not really important is it? You're worried about her aren't you?"
"Hn." Mika took that as a yes and continued.
"Well, do you want to know how to see her again?" There was a spark of interest in
Heero's eyes, Mika noted.
"Hn."
"Well, all you have to do is keep looking through the AOTC's files, and talking to us.
We'll make sure you see her again," Mika told Heero, and he stood up. "Gotta go, Heero Yuy. I can't
wait to meet you in the flesh."
"Hn." Mika could feel Heero's eyes on his back as he walked away, and vanished from the
Japanese boy's mind.
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Mika twitched, and let out a small gasp as he returned to his own body, his own mind.
Desu glanced at him, and Mika looked up from his shoulder with a slight smile. Desu returned the
smile, and went back to typing. Mika glanced at Desu again, and sent a wave of fatigue his way. The
other boy nodded, and Mika snuggled closer to Desu, and closed his eyes.
/Goodbye, Heero Yuy,/ Desu typed. /we are tired now../ He didn't even give Heero a
chance to answer before severing the connection, and uploading a whole passel of viruses to keep the
Quints busy while he rested.
Having done that, Desu shut his laptop off, and lay down on the floor where the other boy
joined him. Mika cuddled closer to him, and leaned his head on Desu's chest. Desu reached an arm
up to play with Mika's hair, and closed his eyes. Mika breathed out softly, and both boys drifted away.
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2:46, Trinity noted as she glanced down at her watch. She sighed, and looked at the
tubule in front of her. It contained a twenty-four year old man, with what looked to be purplish hair.
Of course, Trinity remembered, the blue gel that surrounded him probably was distorting his natural
hair colour. He appeared to be sleeping, but she knew better. The new subject, this, "Treize," was
really in a state of suspended animation. He wasn't aware of what was happening to him, and, since
he had been dead when he was put into the tube, the normal expression of horror was gone from his
face.
"Like him, Mac?" Trinity turned to see Jason Fairfax, one of the third batch, striding
towards her, a playful grin across his face.
"'E'll do, Jay, 'e'll do," she replied, and Jason ruffled her hair as he moved to touch the
plexiglass that separated them from Treize.
"He's gorgeous. When he died, he was in perfect physical condition. Everything about
this man is perfect. What I wouldn't give to have a guy like this," Jason said wistfully, and he brushed
a strand of he strawberry blond hair out of his eyes.
"What, no luck wit' Nadare?" Trinity asked, an evil; glint in her eyes. Jason shook his
head.
"No, I fear that I have only impaled the stick further up his ass instead of removing it and
replacing it with something more comfortable."
"Like yer cock?"
"Precisely. Quest, prepare for reawakening," Jason said, this time speaking to the
computer. With his words, the tubule that contained Treize lowered closer to the floor.
"Preservation gel removal, commence." The blue gel began to seep into a drain that had
opened up in the bottom of the tubule, and soon, Treize was left standing in the tubule, naked.
"Tubule, open," Jason commanded the computer, and the front of the tube slid up. A blast
of air hit the still unconscious Treize, and his eyes fluttered open slightly. He wobbled, and fell
forward, his legs unsteady. Jason quickly stepped up to catch him, and Treize glanced up at the man
holding him with very confused eyes.
"Fer th' love o' God, Jay, couldn't 'ave ye at least given 'im some clothes?" Trinity asked, as
she stared at Treize's nudeness. Jason ignored her, and he supported Treize with his shoulder as he
lead him over to a gurney that was waiting. He half slid, half set Treize onto it, and gently guided him
into a laying down position. Treize was more awake now, and his eyes were glancing about nervously.
A blanket settled over his mid-section, and his blue eyes darted up to see a very perturbed red-head
glaring at the over man.
"Jesus, Mary, 'n' Joseph, Jay! Stop yer gawkin' 'n' get t' work!" Trinity yelled at Jason, and
he averted his eyes away from the bewildered man on the gurney to Trinity.
"But he's just so pretty, Mac! Can't I keep him?" Jason asked, as he stroked Treize's
cheek playfully. Treize flinched at the gesture, and Trinity slapped Jason upside the head.
"No, ye can't! Get yer ass in gear before I castrate ye!" she roared.
"Where am I?" Treize spoke suddenly, his voice soft, yet deep.
"You're in the laboratories of the AOTC," Jason replied, and he walked to the end of the
gurney, a broad smile across his face, "We'll explain everything in a little while, now why don't you
relax, and let me give you a nice shot? It'll help you relax so we can get you cleaned up and make
sure that you're perfectly healthy. Don't flinch now, this won't hurt for but a second. There you go!"
Jason said, happy look across his face and a empty syringe in hand. Treize looked as if he had blanked
out, his eyes empty.
"AOTC?" Treize mumbled, and Jason nodded enthusiastically.
"That's right, my pretty. Now just close your eyes and we'll be on our way!" Jason began to
push the gurney that held Treize away, towards a set shiny metal doors, whistling some obscure piece
of music as he walked.
"'N' don't ye forget, Jay, get th' man some clothes!" Trinity roared after them, just as Jason
and Treize passed through the doors. Jason waved back at her and continued on his way.
After they had gone, Trinity turned away from the doors, and slapped her palm against her
forehead.
"Why d' they let Jay 'ave ANY responsibility at all?!" she wailed, and suddenly she heard
Jason's voice in her head.
Because I'm cute and adorable. Now get *your* ass up to room 17. That's where Treize is
going to be put. Run along now, little Mac, there's a good girl, Jason said in her mind.
Yer a dick, Jay, Trinity replied, she felt Jason give a mental shrug.
I know, but that's why you love me!
Trinity elected to sever her mental connection with Jason just then. He was just way too
weird for her tastes, despite the fact that she was pretty damn weird herself. Your average nineteen
year-old girl hadn't been rebuilt as an infant to be a killing machine. But then, no one that the AOTC
got there hands on could be considered 'average.' Trinity shook her head, and left the room, heading
upstairs to the room she knew Treize would be sent to, once he had been checked out and certified as
being okay.
She pressed her palm against the identification pad, and then the numbers for the next
level. Trinity slumped against the wall, and pouted slightly, bored and angry with the whole idea of
having to train the new guy. Granted, Treize was down-right gorgeous, but that didn't change
anything in Trinity's mind. All of the AOTC's creations were more attractive than any human had a
right to be, but the AOTC had fiddled with genetics to make them that way.
Not that Trinity minded. She liked the way she looked. She liked the way men stared at
her, they way they drooled, the way they threw themselves at her feet and treated her like a queen.
But, it wasn't really that important to her. Hell, she was fine with men who had no manners, no teeth,
and talked more about what girl had bigger tits and which beer was better than some fancy-pants
high-class gentleman that wanted to talk about the stock market and how much his new, tacky,
statuette cost.
The elevator's doors slid open, and Trinity detached herself from the wall with a sigh.
Time to go wait for Pretty Boy. She walked down the hall a ways, and opened the door to a rather plain
room. There was a hospital bed in the center of it, dull and white, and a few chairs around it. Trinity
dropped her weight into a chair and closed her eyes, readying herself for a long wait.
She didn't have to wait long.
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Trinity opened an eye at the sound of people. Jason, along with the object of his obsession,
Nadare, were wheeling in Treize on a gurney. They stopped by the bed, and lifted the sleeping man
off of it and onto the bed.
"Are ye done wit' 'im?" Trinity asked, opening her other eye.
"Yes, he's all yours now, Mac," Jason said with a wink, and he moved his hand over to
squeeze Nadare's butt. "We're off to have to some fun now, aren't we, Nadare?"
"Get your hands off of me, you pervert," Nadare hissed, and Jason threw his hands up in
defeat.
"Geez, Nadare! What did I ever do to you?!" Jason said, his voice filled with hurt.
"You were born. Now, get out of here. I have to talk to Trinity alone," the Japanese man
growled at the blond that was making puppy eyes at him. Trinity chuckled under her breath at
Nadare and Jason's antics. She had an ongoing bet with Lang to see who gave up first, Nadare or
Jason. So far, it looked like she was losing.
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving! Ciao, Mac!" Jason said. He quickly leaned over and gave
Nadare a peck on the cheek before tearing out of the room like a bat out of hell.
"I'm going to kill him," Nadare muttered, and he wiped at his cheek with the sleeve of his
lab coat.
"Ye know ye love it, Nadare," Trinity said, standing up.
"No, I don't," he replied, and glared at her.
"Sure ye don't. That's why ye let 'im tease ye. Now, what is it tha' ye wanted t' talk t' me
abou'?" She shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts, and did her best to look sweet and
innocent.
"Treize is fine, physically. All of the modifications were successful, he's everything we
hoped he would be. Mentally, he appears to be healthy, but if he appears to be having any
repercussions, like bad dreams, remembering who he was before he died, what he did, things like
that, we need to know immediately. You need to earn his complete trust so he tells you these things,"
Jason told her, and he glanced down at the sleeping Treize.
"So, what yer tellin' me is tha' 'e 'as no memories of 'is past? Nothin'?" Trinity said, her
eyebrows raising.
"Yes. He knows that his name is Treize, he knows how to speak, and the basics, eating
sleeping, bodily functions. He may have some problems dealing with emotions at first, but he should
be able to sort it out for himself pretty quickly,"
"Nadare," Trinity said, her voice suddenly serious. Nadare looked at her, and she
continued. "Who was 'e before 'e died?" Nadare seemed to be thinking for a moment, and finally, he
answered Trinity.
"His name was Treize Khushrenada, leader of OZ. It is imperative that he not be made
aware of this, under any circumstance. Other than that, tell him what you will. I have to go now, it's
almost time for Remy and Artemis' weekly check-ups," Nadare answered, and he left quickly, the
door shutting softly behind him.
Trinity stood by Treize's bedside, just staring at him, examining his facial features. He
had ginger hair, nowhere near as brilliant or vibrant as her own crimson scruff, but it shimmered with
its own light. His facial structure was masculine, yet delicate at the same time, giving him a princely
air. The most unusual feature about him, Trinity decided, were his eyebrows. They were the same
colour as his hair, and were slim, but they ended in forks. The eyebrows alone threw off any impression
one might have had about him, instead making him seem mischievous.
Trinity poked his hand, and sighed loudly. "At least they gave ye some pants," she said to
the sleeping Treize, before plopping down into her chair again. "I 'ope fer yer sake tha' ye wake up
soon, 'cause I don't think tha' I can 'andle waitin' 'ere an' watchin' ye sleep away th' day, Pretty Boy."
She propped her elbows on her knees and set her chin in the palms of her hands, and sat, and waited.
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Wake up. Get up. It's time for work, a voice said in the sleeping man's mind. The voice
was unfamiliar, as was everything else to the man.
No, leave me alone, the man replied, and he could see the blurry visage of the owner of
the unfamiliar voice shrug.
It's time to get up. Time to rejoin the world. Time to live again, the voice said, and
suddenly, the man was showered with little snippets of images, memories, and dreams. The man
quivered, momentarily shaken by the mental images of the past. But just as soon as the images had
appeared, burdening the man with his past, they were gone, leaving him free.
Who were those people? the man asked, and the voice shrugged again.
People who no longer matter to you. They are nothing to you now, forget them. You
know who you are?
The man nodded. I am Treize Khu-, he began and the voice cut him off quickly.
You are Treize, and only Treize. The former Treize no longer exists. That Treize is
unimportant to you now. You are a new Treize. Better than the first. You have a new life now, the
past Treize does not exist. You are Treize, the voice told him, and the man nodded.
I am Treize, he said simply, and the voice's visage smiled.
Open your eyes, Treize. Rejoin the world, it said, before disappearing.
And Treize obeyed.
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Treize opened his eyes slowly, and squinted immediately from the bright, overhead light.
A few seconds later, after his now overly sensitive eyes had adjusted, he reopened them, and flicked
them back and forth, taking in his surroundings.
He was lying in a hospital bed, with white cotton sheets and light blanket made out of
some unidentifiable material. The bars on either side of the bed were raised, and the bed itself was
tilted at a thirty degree angle.
To his left, there was a doorway, which led to the bathroom. To his right, a red-haired girl
sat, her face cupped in her hands. She looked bored with the situation, and didn't seem to be paying
him any particular amount of attention.
Treize fidgeted on the bed, a barely noticeable action, really. But it got the girl's
attention. She snapped her head up, her own sparkling blue orbs looking at him intensely. He turned
his head to look at her and propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of her.
Neither of the two spoke to the other. Instead, they seemed satisfied to just stare, and
search for something in the other's face. Finally Trinity broke the silence.
"So," she began, "Pretty Boy wakes up at last." Treize just looked at her, a blank
expression now crossing his face. He cocked his head to one side, as if to ask what she meant by her
comment. Trinity rolled her eyes. "Tis an expression, j'st 'n expression."
Treize nodded. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Me name's Trinity MacArthur. I'm t' be yer teacher, guide, whatever. Yer t' be a part o'
me team. Yer t' be calle' Treize, correct?" Trinity asked, and Treize nodded again.
"Yes. I am Treize. Just Treize," he replied, and he sat up straight in the bed.
"Well, are ye okay t' walk?"
"Yes." Trinity lowered the bars that surrounded the bed, as Treize followed her every
movement with his cool eyes. She took a step back, and he swung his legs over the side of the bed,
and slid off of it. Treize flinched slightly when his bare feet touched the cool tile floor, but was soon
standing next to Trinity. He was taller than her by a few centimeters, but her body language made
up for those lost centimeters. It screamed defiance, the way her eyes were hard, the way her arms
were crossed over her chest, the way her weight was shifted over her right leg, the way her lower lip
pouted slightly.
Trinity was not to be messed with, Treize noted.
He decided that he liked that.
"C'mon, ye blighter. Tis bad enough tha' I had t' waste 'alf of me day waitin' around fer ye
t' wake up. I'm not partial t' waitin' fer ye now tha' yer awake," Trinity said, and she turned around to
flash Treize a harsh look. He nodded, and bowed to her, a sign of respect.
Trinity rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the hundredth time at Treize. "Yer fucked
up in th' brain," she commented, her voice now taking on an exasperated tone. "Yer t' treat me as yer
equal, not yer god. I may be in charge of ye, but I sure as hell ain't a superior being t' be worshiped,"
Trinity continued, and Treize nodded again.
"I apologize for my error, Miss MacArthur. It will not happen again," Treize told her, and
she growled, and slapped her palm against her forehead.
"J'st call me Trinity. Not 'Miss MacArthur.' Not 'Mac.' Not 'Mackie.' Not 'Trini.' My
name is Trinity, ye'll call me Trinity. In return, I'll call ye Treize, treat ye as me equal. D' we 'ave an
understanding?" Trinity said, and Treize started to nod, but caught himself.
"Yes, Trinity," he said instead, and a faint smile appeared on Trinity's face.
"Good. Now, can we please be on our way?"
"Yes." Trinity turned away from Treize, and rolled her eyes once more. It was going to
take some time to get rid of whatever complex Treize had developed during the two years that he was,
well, dead, Trinity realized as she exited the room. And, as she strode down the hallway with Treize
at her heels, she realized that she was looking forward to it.
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More Disclaimers I Forgot To Mention In the Heat Of The Moment: Dragonlance and their
respective books aren't mine. They belong to the authors and TSR or Wizards Of The
Coast. I'm just borrowing them. Also, the Harry Potter books aren't mine either. They
belong to J.K. Rowling.
Remy and Artemis are the names of my fish.
Review, please?
Cha.
The limmerick in the story is mine though... It originally read:
There once was a pilot named Heero
Who piloted the Wing Zero
He liked to fight
In the dark of night
And he was Arconda's hero.
Don't blame me. Blame Mori-sensei, first period English. three days after school began, we're
writing limmericks. I have a whole passel about Gundam Wing.
Some Notes: FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! IHAVE FINISHED THE EVIL WORK OF CHAPTER 3!!!!!!!!!!!
THE GODS ARE FAVOURING ME AT LAST!!!!! And goddammit, I have no clue
where this piece of shit came from. And it's long. I'm just totally baffled as to where any of this came
from. I like it though.
More Notes: In real life, Jason Fairfax and Nadare Nomura are the same person, known by me as
Oichitsu Ni Kami-Sama, just split into two parts of his personality.
Even More Notes: I'm not sure if Mika and Desu are a couple. I can't figure it out. Make your own
decision.
Puda: I LIVE ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cha: Unfortunately. Oh well, you'll have to do, chibi. *ruffles his hair* ONTO THE STORY!!!!
Puda: I AM NOT A CHIBI!!!!!!
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"So, guys," Quatre began, as a stack of papers was tossed next to him, "why are you two
going through old magazine articles and all these files?" Wufei ignored him, and continued leafing
through one of sixty odd science journals and Trowa glanced up, looking tired.
"It's for the AOTC," he said simply, and then went back to work. This answer didn't really
help Quatre much; he frankly had no clue what they were talking about.
"What's the AOTC? Why are you researching them?" Quatre asked.
" 'AOTC,'is an acronym for Advanced Organic Technology Corporation. The AOTC is a
scientific group whose research has been primarily centered on-" Trowa was cut of as Duo entered the
room, looking like Death warmed over.
"Botany and horticulture," Duo filled in. The braided boy stumbled over to where Quatre
was sitting on the floor of the study and dropped himself onto a stack of papers, scattering them
every which way.
"Maxwell..." Wufei growled, but Duo ignored him and went on.
"Ya see, the AOTC is a whole big ass company that works in the modifying of plants and
shit like that. Ya know, plants that can grow faster, make more food, grow where nothing else can
grow. That part's pretty cool," he paused for a moment, as a yawn split his head in two, "But, because
of what happened at the rave, we're thinking that they've moved on up the evolutionary scale to
humans." Quatre looked confused, and Trowa and Wufei exchanged a look.
"Oh man, Quatre, don't tell me you don't remember the rave!!" Duo exclaimed, propping
himself up on an elbow.
"No, I don't. Should I remember the rave?" Quatre said, looking at Duo nervously.
"Well, we figure that you were on some sort of shit last night, ecstacy or something like
that, and then you and some girl got it on, 'cause me and Wu had to drag your unconscious butt outta
there," Duo said, as he yawned again.
"I DID WHAT?!?!?!"
"Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, all the way, Quatre." Duo replied with a grin. He turned to
Trowa and Wufei, ignoring the stunned Arabian. "So, Wu, Tro, anything new?" There was a thump,
and the three boys looked to see that Quatre had fainted.
Duo glared at Quatre's unconscious form, and giggled. "Quatre, I am so not dragging
your ass back upstairs. You can lie there all day for all I care."
Trowa rolled his eyes. This was promising to be a very long day.
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"Trinity," Teiru said for what seemed like the hundredth time. No answer
except the sound of fists and feet hitting her punching bag. She had been working out since Teiru
had dismissed her, and was showing no signs of stopping. "TRINITY MACARTHUR!!!! OPEN THIS
DOOR IMMEDIATELY BEFORE I-" Teiru stopped as the door slid open to reveal a glowering
red-head that seemed ready to kill him.
"Before ye what, Teiru? Kill me? Ye should know tha' I don't give a damn about me life."
She moved away from the doorway so that Teiru could enter her room.
Teiru looked around the Spartan-like quarters. There was hardly anything to show who
lived here, no personal artifacts. Nothing except for the wall of photographs that faced the doorway.
Teiru walked over to the photographs, Trinity's eyes burning holes into him as she watched his every
move. He looked at them, and a smile crept across his face. There was a picture of the triplets,
Alexander with his dread-locks, Lang with his hair neatly tied back, and Caleb with it down, framing
his face in a curtain of black. Then there was a picture of Savage and Kyle, Savage perched on Kyle's
shoulder's glaring at the camera. Teiru looked at all of the pictures, which ranged from Angel, Eliza,
and Alexander covered in chocolate, to Caleb sleeping peacefully with Trinity curled up in his arms,
before turning to face Trinity, who was still glaring at him. He sat down on her bed, his face void of
emotion.
"Please sit down, Trinity," Teiru said, gesturing to the unoccupied chair at her spotless
desk.
"I'll stand. Now, what is this all about, Teiru?" she asked, her eyes hard.
"I wish to apologize for my rudeness to you earlier. I was upset and let my emotions get
the better of me," he said, his voice sounding sincere. Trinity narrowed her eyes.
"Don't think tha' ye can fool me with yer act. I've known ye too long. Ye 'ave a reason t'
be 'ere. Out with it. Now," she hissed at Teiru, who ran a hand through his greying hair.
"You have heard of the Shitai-San project?" he asked, looking up to meet her glare.
"Aye. Yer takin' dead people an' rebuildin' 'em, makin' 'em better then when they were
alive, erasin' their memories, makin' killin' machines. Success rate is nil," she said, a tone of
satisfaction in her voice.
"You are correct. But you are wrong about the success rate." Teiru said, a slightly evil
glint appearing in his eye.
"What do ye mean?" Trinity asked, her gaze still harsh as she stared at the man that sat
upon her bed.
"We have a subject that is ready for reanimation. He died when he was twenty-four, and
when alive, he was a very intelligent young man. After two years of reconfiguration, we believe that he
is finally ready to be reanimated.
"An' what does all of this 'ave t' do with me?" Trinity questioned, her curiosity sparked.
"I want you to train him to be on your team. As most of the original team is dead, we'll be
needing a new one. I want you in charge," he told her, and a smile crept across her face.
"Ye want me t' be in charge, eh? Is this just 'cause Lang's too fucked up an' 'Ngel's a
ditz? Lack of options? There's got t' be a reason fer yer decision. I want t' know what it is."
"My reasons are for me alone. All you need to know is that you are in charge of the team
now, and the new subject. He is scheduled to be reanimated today at three o'clock. You are to be
present for his reanimation," Teiru told Trinity and he got up tp leave. As he reached the door, Teiru
paused, and looked back at Trinity.
"You and I don't have to be enemies, Trinity. In fact, I would prefer it if we could work
together," Teiru said, and he turned back towards the door.
"Ye just don't get it, do ye?" Trinity's voice caused Teiru to stop, and look at the girl who
stood behind him.
"What don't I 'get,' Trinity?" Teiru replied, his voice, all of a sudden, tired.
"Ye don't get tha' none of us asked fer this t' 'appen. We never asked t' be experimented
on, t' be kept away from th' world, t' be killers. Tis not our fault fer th' way we are; tis yer's. Ye'r th' one
tha' made us, yer th' one tha' 'as t' deal with us. Ye'd do good to remember tha', Teiru, now tha' ye'r
playin' God again. An' what's th' new boy's name, or tis it me job t' do tha' too?" Trinity said, the last
bit causing her to smile softly.
"He is called Treize, Trinity. And remember, three o'clock," Teiru finished, and he left the
room, the door sliding shut behind him.
After Teiru had gone, Trinity walked to the back of her room, where her punching bag
hung. She traced letters on it, smiling slightly.
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Heero's eyes scanned through the lines of text that covered his screen. It didn't make
much sense to him, which was odd. But then again, Heero was no scientist. He had a basic
understanding what the report meant by rerouting chromosomes to produce better plants, but Heero
couldn't see its relevance to anything he was looking for.
He sighed, and reached for a cup of coffee, no doubt left by Quatre. He took a sip of it,
and then noticed a link in the bottom left hand corner of the screen. His curiosity sparked, and
combined with his desire to escape from the report on plant physiology, Heero clicked on it, and
waited the few seconds for the screen to load. Once it loaded, Heero set his coffee back down, and
started scrolling down the page again, this time, reading the introduction on the AOTC's newest
bioengineering projects.
/The Chan Project./
/The Kun Project./
/The Shitai-San Project./
Heero glanced at the options, before clicking on the link to the Chan Project.
/Would you like to visit:/
/The Chan Project's Beginning,/
/Subjects 01 and 02,/
/Subject 03,/
/Active Subjects 04 through 07,/
/The Quest Integration and Inactive Subjects 08 through 12,/
/Subjects 13 through 17,/
/Subjects 18 and 19./
Heero reached for his coffee again, and clicked on the Chan Project's Beginning. A screen
loaded, and he began reading the background information on the Chan Project. After he had finished
reading the information, Heero looked down at the menu bar, and selected the first choice.
/The Hamilton triplets were born on January 16, After Colony 176. They are the original
test subjects of the Chan Project. All three are modified to have increased endurance, expanded lung
capacity, heightened senses, increased healing ability, among other changes. The triplets are; Caleb
Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton, and Lang Hamilton./
Heero stopped reading for a moment, and leaned back in his chair, coffee mug in hand.
The modifications that the report told of seemed to be similar to his own. Of course, his modifications
were nowhere near as extensive as the Hamiltons'. Heero leaned forward again, and continued
reading.
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Mika looked at Desu, and let out a small laugh before he gently shoved his friend out of
the way, so he could type something on the laptop. Desu gave him a glare, and pouted for a second,
as Mika swiftly typed something on the laptop. Mika moved out of the way, and Desu moved back
into position in front of *his* laptop.
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Heero frowned as the black screen that had given him the password earlier reappeared.
He leaned in close to the screen, and watched as the white text was typed onto it.
/Tick-Tock, goes the clock, all on its merry way./
Heero set his coffee down, and his fingers flew across the keyboard, as he typed a response.
/Who are you?/
He waited, and another few lines appeared across the screen.
/Time is of the essence, Heero Yuy. Work faster./
/Who are you?/
This time, the reply was a limerick.
/There was a Preventer named Heero
Who once piloted Wing Zero
He liked to fight
In the dark of night
And he was Arconda's hero!/
Heero clenched his fists, and then paled at the mention of Con's name. He glared at the
laptop, as if it was its fault, and lets loose a whole string of questions.
/Who are you? Why are you helping me? Where are you? How do you know Con?
Where is she? Can you tell me more about the Chan Project?/
Heero could have sworn that the screen was laughing at him.
/Go to Subjects 13 through 17. You'll find her there. And remember, Heero Yuy, that your
countdown has begun. Wishing you much hope and joy in the next few days,/
"The Watchers?" Heero said aloud, as the black screen filled with white text disappeared.
Heero shook his head. This was not making sense. Someone from inside the AOTC was helping him,
but he had a hidden time limit. Someone wanted him to find out what the AOTC was up to, but not
without their help. All these things added up did not compute in Heero's mind.
He sighed again, and hit the browsers back button to reach the menu bar once again.
This time, Heero clicked on the link for Subjects 13 through 17. The page came up, and he scrolled
down through the names, photos and statistics of four other teenagers, and paused on the last one.
The picture showed a girl of about seventeen, with orange hair, and bright green eyes that had a
dangerous glint to them.
/Name: Arconda Von Zarovich
Age: 17
Birth date: August 21, After Colony 180
Height: 156 centimeters
Weight: 42 kilograms
Status: Temporarily Inactive./
Heero stared at the screen, at the information listed, at the picture of the girl, not moving.
The screen went black again, and for some reason, Heero was not surprised.
/Now that you've found her, what will you do, Heero Yuy?/
He grimaced, and typed his reply.
/Find her. Get her out. What do you care?/
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Desu let out a giggle, and let Mika type in the reply.
/We care more than you think, Heero Yuy./
They watched, eager for the answer to appear. It did, and Desu couldn't hold back his
giggles any longer. He burst out laughing, and leaned back against Arconda's holding tank, his body
shaking as he laughed.
/Why? You work for the AOTC, you destroy lives, you don't care./
/But we do. We are not the AOTC. The AOTC is all around us. We sit, we watch, we
play the fool. Silence is a blessing, Heero Yuy. It is one that you should seriously consider,/ Mika
typed, and he rolled his eyes at Desu. It wasn't *that* funny.
Mika could almost imagine the confusion on Heero's face as he read the message.
/What do you mean, "sit, watch and play the fool?"/
/We are silent observers. No one questions us because we are always there, always quiet.
Like children, they don't watch what they say around us. They give us jobs, assignments, tasks to
complete, and we do them. They trust us, they think they control us, they think they know us,/ Mika
replied, and Desu stopped giggling long enough to look at him with wide eyes, as if to say, 'Hey, isn't
that a bit much on the information?'
Tantalize the seeker, Mika said in Desu's mind. Desu nodded, and reached over to add
in another line of text.
/They don't know anything./
/So you rebel by helping me hack through the AOTC's system, unbeknownst to them? I
don't understand your motives./
/Neither do we, Heero Yuy, neither do we,/ Desu typed, as Mika laid his head on his
shoulder, and breathed softly onto his neck. He shivered, and Mika only sighed.
/Then why do you help me?/
/Amusement./
/That doesn't make any sense. You don't make any sense./
Desu breathed out, and felt Mika's mind touch his, softly.
He's the one that doesn't make any sense. Desu nodded, and typed the reply.
/You don't make any sense. Why do you waste the time breaking into the AOTC's
system? Is it because of curiosity? Boredom? Or is it because of Arconda? Is your humanity taking
over you, Heero Yuy? Are you finally capable of caring for another? Or is it just hormonal urge?
What are your reasons? Tell us that./
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Heero sat in the study of Quatre's house, completely astounded. What were his reasons?
Why was he investigating the AOTC? Was it because he knew that what they were doing was
wrong? Or was he finally learning to care? Was it Arconda? How could one girl he had met for only a
short while be affecting him in like that?
Heero bit his lip, and continued typing.
/I don't know why./
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In room fifty-six, Mika shut his eyes, closing his ears off to the sounds of Desu's fingers
flying across the keyboard.
/We can't tell you why./
Mika left the room, and his mind sailed across unmeasurable distances, until it found the
tired, confused mind of Heero Yuy.
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Inside Heero's mind, Mika stood up, and looked around. It was so bleak, so desolate.
Nothing. Black and white, everything was monochrome. There was no color, no emotion. Mika
looked through Heero's eye's, and watched his laptop screen, his reply.
/I want to know why you bother with me./
"Well, Heero Yuy, your mind is certainly a bleak place," Mika said to himself, and he
started walking through the never ending black and white room that made up Heero's subconscious.
Mika stopped suddenly, having come to a crossroads. The four pathways met at an intersection, and a
sign post had been erected in the center, bearing four different signs.
Mika read the signs, and glanced back at the way he had came. That was the present,
emotionless, uncaring, dedicated to his missions. To his left, Heero's past lay, full of happiness and of
sadness, of his childhood, before he lost his humanity. That way was blocked off, a sloppily built wall
prohibiting all from entering. To his right, all of Heero's training was in full view, the path clean and
well cared for. And ahead of him, lay Heero's thoughts, his desires, his future. That way was kept
locked behind a giant iron door.
/We bother with you because we are curious. Why do you bother with us?/
Mika walked to the left, and stood in front of the wall. He raised an arm, and jerked his
wrist up in a sudden movement. The wall shattered, and Mika faced a colorful, happy room, filled with
laughter. He started towards the room where Heero's past was contained, and noticed a small child
running towards him. Mika stopped, and watched as the child ran up to him, and hugged his legs.
"Hi!!!! Thank you so very much for breaking the wall down!!! I would have done it myself,
but I'm not very big!!!! Who are you? Why are you here? I like you!!!! You're nice!!!!" the miniature
Heero told Mika, who gently detached himself from the grinning child.
"You're very welcome, little one. Now, can you tell me where the Heero of Now is? He
wasn't in the present, and I'm looking for him," Mika said to the child.
"Heero's up there!," replied the child, pointing above the center of the crossroads. Mika
turned to look, and saw a teenager dressed in a green tank top, a pair of black spandex shorts, and
yellow sneakers, sitting Indian style. The boy, who he assumed to be Heero, was floating about twenty
feet above the sign, typing on a laptop. Mika looked back down at the grinning child, and smiled.
"Thank you, little one. Do you now why he's up there?"
The little Heero nodded, and answered, "Uh-huh! That Heero's afraid. He's scared of me,
and of what might happen. He's afraid of now, and of his training. So he won't choose where to go. He
just sits there, typing. Do you wanna go play, mister?"
Mika shook his head. "No, little one, I am afraid that I must leave you now. Good bye,
little one," he said, standing up.
The little boy nodded somberly, and watched as Mika walked away. The wall remained
behind him, shattered.
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"Lunch, Quat?" Duo asked, as he offered the glowering Arabian a bowl full of spaghettios.
"No." Quatre's answer was short and to the point. Duo shrugged, and sat down at the
table with his lunch. Wufei was across from him, and the Chinese boy snorted at his choice of lunch.
"What Wu, don'tcha like spaghettios?" Duo said, and he stretched across the table to
wave a spoonful in Wufei's face.
"No. Leave me be, Maxwell," Wufei said, and he took a bite of his yogurt, all the while not
lifting his eyes from his book.
"And what kind of trash are you reading, young man?" Duo said, snatching the book from
Wufei's hands. "'Dragons of Autumn Twilight?' What the hell kind of book is this?!" he exclaimed
raising his eyebrows.
"It is not trash, Maxwell. Kindly unhand it and give it back to me," Wufei said, standing
up from the table. Duo shook his head, and stood up on the table, proceeding to read a passage from
the book.
" Here we go, 'Come with me, Sturm,' what the hell kind of name is 'Sturm?' 'Goldmoon
whispered as he put his arm around her. " You must vow to do as I command, no matter what happens.
Vow on your honor as a Knight of Solamnia."' What the heck is a Knight of Salami? 'Sturm hesitated.
Goldmoon's eyes, calm and clear, met his. "Vow," she demanded, "or I go alone." "I vow, lady," he said,
reverently. "I will obey." Goldmoon sighed thankfully. "Walk with me. Make no threatening
gesture." Together the barbarian woman of the Plains and the knight walked towards the dragon.'"
Duo shook his head, and gave the book back to Wufei. "That is some fucked up shit, Wuers."
Wufei accepted the book back, his lips thin. "Thank you for your opinion, Maxwell. I
happen to enjoy the books, if you must know." Wufei sat back down, and continued eating and
reading.
"May I dare ask what happened?" Trowa said, as he entered the room, a book tucked
under his arm. He set his book down, and went over to the cupboard, and removed a granola bar from
it. Trowa then journeyed to the refrigerator to fetch himself an apple.
"I gave Wu and Quatre an interpretive reading from Wuers's book. What are you
reading, Tro?" Duo asked, and he sat down on the table as Trowa settled into a chair.
"'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,'" Trowa told Duo. The braided boy just closed
his eyes and shook his head.
"Weirdos." Duo opened an eye and looked at Quatre who was pouting. "Yo, Quatre,
what's the matter?"
"Nothing," Quatre snapped at Duo, and Trowa and Wufei looked at the blond boy in
amazement.
"C'mon, you can't fool Duo Maxwell. Out with it!" Duo said, leaning down to look Quatre
in the eye.
"How should I feel, since I probably raped a girl?" Quatre said, his voice dripping with
cynicism. "Happy? Elated?" Duo leaned back, and looked away. "That's what I thought. All of you
guys knew and I'm not supposed to care," Quatre hissed, and he folded his arms.
"How do you know that you raped her?" Trowa asked, staring at Quatre with his visible
eye, "How do you know that it wasn't consensual?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid of what I did. What if I did though? What if I raped a girl?"
Quatre stopped suddenly, and all the color drained from his face. "What if I got her pregnant?"
"Then, if she comes to you and finds you, you have to explain that you were under the
influence of drugs, and are willing to take full responsibility for your actions. As I recall, you can't
remember anything about her?" Wufei said, and Quatre nodded his head.
"Well, look on the bright side, Quatre!" Duo said cheerfully.
"And what is the bright side?" Quatre asked dryly.
"You could've had sex with a guy!! Then, no babies!!!" Duo grinned broadly at the even
paler Quatre.
"OH MY GOD!!!! I COULD HAVE AN S.T.D.!!!!!!!!!!!" Quatre screamed before he fell off
his chair, and onto the floor. His head his the tile floor with a clunk, and Duo leaned over the table to
see a very unconscious Quatre lying on the kitchen floor.
"That's your fault, Duo," Trowa said, and he leaned out of his chair to check to see if
Quatre was still breathing.
"Hey, I've fallen off the table before and hit my head and I'm perfectly alright!" Duo said,
and he took a bite of his now rapidly cooling spaghettios.
"Your head is much harder then Quatre's will ever be," Wufei commented, and he and
Trowa both went back to their books.
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Mika stood directly beneath the floating Heero Yuy and stared upward. A second later,
he was rising upwards, up to Heero. Mika stopped when he reached Heero and realized that he had
reached another part of Heero's subconscious. The area around him was a grassy plain, with not a
tree in sight. Above him, storm clouds rumbled, an ominous warning of rain.
Mika looked at Heero, who sat, oblivious to his presence, typing away at his laptop. "So,
we meet at last, Heero Yuy."
"You're not supposed to be here. Go away," Heero said, no expression in his voice.
"Sorry, Heero Yuy, I can't do that. You and me need to have a little talk about things,"
Mika lowered himself to the grassy ground, sprawled out on his back.
"Go away."
"I already told you that I need to talk to you. About Arconda," Mika said, grinning slyly
when Heero lifted his head, his blue eyes wide.
"How do you know about Con?" Heero said, his voice soft. Mika caught a waft of concern
from Heero, and he smirked inwardly.
"It's not really important is it? You're worried about her aren't you?"
"Hn." Mika took that as a yes and continued.
"Well, do you want to know how to see her again?" There was a spark of interest in
Heero's eyes, Mika noted.
"Hn."
"Well, all you have to do is keep looking through the AOTC's files, and talking to us.
We'll make sure you see her again," Mika told Heero, and he stood up. "Gotta go, Heero Yuy. I can't
wait to meet you in the flesh."
"Hn." Mika could feel Heero's eyes on his back as he walked away, and vanished from the
Japanese boy's mind.
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Mika twitched, and let out a small gasp as he returned to his own body, his own mind.
Desu glanced at him, and Mika looked up from his shoulder with a slight smile. Desu returned the
smile, and went back to typing. Mika glanced at Desu again, and sent a wave of fatigue his way. The
other boy nodded, and Mika snuggled closer to Desu, and closed his eyes.
/Goodbye, Heero Yuy,/ Desu typed. /we are tired now../ He didn't even give Heero a
chance to answer before severing the connection, and uploading a whole passel of viruses to keep the
Quints busy while he rested.
Having done that, Desu shut his laptop off, and lay down on the floor where the other boy
joined him. Mika cuddled closer to him, and leaned his head on Desu's chest. Desu reached an arm
up to play with Mika's hair, and closed his eyes. Mika breathed out softly, and both boys drifted away.
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2:46, Trinity noted as she glanced down at her watch. She sighed, and looked at the
tubule in front of her. It contained a twenty-four year old man, with what looked to be purplish hair.
Of course, Trinity remembered, the blue gel that surrounded him probably was distorting his natural
hair colour. He appeared to be sleeping, but she knew better. The new subject, this, "Treize," was
really in a state of suspended animation. He wasn't aware of what was happening to him, and, since
he had been dead when he was put into the tube, the normal expression of horror was gone from his
face.
"Like him, Mac?" Trinity turned to see Jason Fairfax, one of the third batch, striding
towards her, a playful grin across his face.
"'E'll do, Jay, 'e'll do," she replied, and Jason ruffled her hair as he moved to touch the
plexiglass that separated them from Treize.
"He's gorgeous. When he died, he was in perfect physical condition. Everything about
this man is perfect. What I wouldn't give to have a guy like this," Jason said wistfully, and he brushed
a strand of he strawberry blond hair out of his eyes.
"What, no luck wit' Nadare?" Trinity asked, an evil; glint in her eyes. Jason shook his
head.
"No, I fear that I have only impaled the stick further up his ass instead of removing it and
replacing it with something more comfortable."
"Like yer cock?"
"Precisely. Quest, prepare for reawakening," Jason said, this time speaking to the
computer. With his words, the tubule that contained Treize lowered closer to the floor.
"Preservation gel removal, commence." The blue gel began to seep into a drain that had
opened up in the bottom of the tubule, and soon, Treize was left standing in the tubule, naked.
"Tubule, open," Jason commanded the computer, and the front of the tube slid up. A blast
of air hit the still unconscious Treize, and his eyes fluttered open slightly. He wobbled, and fell
forward, his legs unsteady. Jason quickly stepped up to catch him, and Treize glanced up at the man
holding him with very confused eyes.
"Fer th' love o' God, Jay, couldn't 'ave ye at least given 'im some clothes?" Trinity asked, as
she stared at Treize's nudeness. Jason ignored her, and he supported Treize with his shoulder as he
lead him over to a gurney that was waiting. He half slid, half set Treize onto it, and gently guided him
into a laying down position. Treize was more awake now, and his eyes were glancing about nervously.
A blanket settled over his mid-section, and his blue eyes darted up to see a very perturbed red-head
glaring at the over man.
"Jesus, Mary, 'n' Joseph, Jay! Stop yer gawkin' 'n' get t' work!" Trinity yelled at Jason, and
he averted his eyes away from the bewildered man on the gurney to Trinity.
"But he's just so pretty, Mac! Can't I keep him?" Jason asked, as he stroked Treize's
cheek playfully. Treize flinched at the gesture, and Trinity slapped Jason upside the head.
"No, ye can't! Get yer ass in gear before I castrate ye!" she roared.
"Where am I?" Treize spoke suddenly, his voice soft, yet deep.
"You're in the laboratories of the AOTC," Jason replied, and he walked to the end of the
gurney, a broad smile across his face, "We'll explain everything in a little while, now why don't you
relax, and let me give you a nice shot? It'll help you relax so we can get you cleaned up and make
sure that you're perfectly healthy. Don't flinch now, this won't hurt for but a second. There you go!"
Jason said, happy look across his face and a empty syringe in hand. Treize looked as if he had blanked
out, his eyes empty.
"AOTC?" Treize mumbled, and Jason nodded enthusiastically.
"That's right, my pretty. Now just close your eyes and we'll be on our way!" Jason began to
push the gurney that held Treize away, towards a set shiny metal doors, whistling some obscure piece
of music as he walked.
"'N' don't ye forget, Jay, get th' man some clothes!" Trinity roared after them, just as Jason
and Treize passed through the doors. Jason waved back at her and continued on his way.
After they had gone, Trinity turned away from the doors, and slapped her palm against her
forehead.
"Why d' they let Jay 'ave ANY responsibility at all?!" she wailed, and suddenly she heard
Jason's voice in her head.
Because I'm cute and adorable. Now get *your* ass up to room 17. That's where Treize is
going to be put. Run along now, little Mac, there's a good girl, Jason said in her mind.
Yer a dick, Jay, Trinity replied, she felt Jason give a mental shrug.
I know, but that's why you love me!
Trinity elected to sever her mental connection with Jason just then. He was just way too
weird for her tastes, despite the fact that she was pretty damn weird herself. Your average nineteen
year-old girl hadn't been rebuilt as an infant to be a killing machine. But then, no one that the AOTC
got there hands on could be considered 'average.' Trinity shook her head, and left the room, heading
upstairs to the room she knew Treize would be sent to, once he had been checked out and certified as
being okay.
She pressed her palm against the identification pad, and then the numbers for the next
level. Trinity slumped against the wall, and pouted slightly, bored and angry with the whole idea of
having to train the new guy. Granted, Treize was down-right gorgeous, but that didn't change
anything in Trinity's mind. All of the AOTC's creations were more attractive than any human had a
right to be, but the AOTC had fiddled with genetics to make them that way.
Not that Trinity minded. She liked the way she looked. She liked the way men stared at
her, they way they drooled, the way they threw themselves at her feet and treated her like a queen.
But, it wasn't really that important to her. Hell, she was fine with men who had no manners, no teeth,
and talked more about what girl had bigger tits and which beer was better than some fancy-pants
high-class gentleman that wanted to talk about the stock market and how much his new, tacky,
statuette cost.
The elevator's doors slid open, and Trinity detached herself from the wall with a sigh.
Time to go wait for Pretty Boy. She walked down the hall a ways, and opened the door to a rather plain
room. There was a hospital bed in the center of it, dull and white, and a few chairs around it. Trinity
dropped her weight into a chair and closed her eyes, readying herself for a long wait.
She didn't have to wait long.
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Trinity opened an eye at the sound of people. Jason, along with the object of his obsession,
Nadare, were wheeling in Treize on a gurney. They stopped by the bed, and lifted the sleeping man
off of it and onto the bed.
"Are ye done wit' 'im?" Trinity asked, opening her other eye.
"Yes, he's all yours now, Mac," Jason said with a wink, and he moved his hand over to
squeeze Nadare's butt. "We're off to have to some fun now, aren't we, Nadare?"
"Get your hands off of me, you pervert," Nadare hissed, and Jason threw his hands up in
defeat.
"Geez, Nadare! What did I ever do to you?!" Jason said, his voice filled with hurt.
"You were born. Now, get out of here. I have to talk to Trinity alone," the Japanese man
growled at the blond that was making puppy eyes at him. Trinity chuckled under her breath at
Nadare and Jason's antics. She had an ongoing bet with Lang to see who gave up first, Nadare or
Jason. So far, it looked like she was losing.
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving! Ciao, Mac!" Jason said. He quickly leaned over and gave
Nadare a peck on the cheek before tearing out of the room like a bat out of hell.
"I'm going to kill him," Nadare muttered, and he wiped at his cheek with the sleeve of his
lab coat.
"Ye know ye love it, Nadare," Trinity said, standing up.
"No, I don't," he replied, and glared at her.
"Sure ye don't. That's why ye let 'im tease ye. Now, what is it tha' ye wanted t' talk t' me
abou'?" She shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts, and did her best to look sweet and
innocent.
"Treize is fine, physically. All of the modifications were successful, he's everything we
hoped he would be. Mentally, he appears to be healthy, but if he appears to be having any
repercussions, like bad dreams, remembering who he was before he died, what he did, things like
that, we need to know immediately. You need to earn his complete trust so he tells you these things,"
Jason told her, and he glanced down at the sleeping Treize.
"So, what yer tellin' me is tha' 'e 'as no memories of 'is past? Nothin'?" Trinity said, her
eyebrows raising.
"Yes. He knows that his name is Treize, he knows how to speak, and the basics, eating
sleeping, bodily functions. He may have some problems dealing with emotions at first, but he should
be able to sort it out for himself pretty quickly,"
"Nadare," Trinity said, her voice suddenly serious. Nadare looked at her, and she
continued. "Who was 'e before 'e died?" Nadare seemed to be thinking for a moment, and finally, he
answered Trinity.
"His name was Treize Khushrenada, leader of OZ. It is imperative that he not be made
aware of this, under any circumstance. Other than that, tell him what you will. I have to go now, it's
almost time for Remy and Artemis' weekly check-ups," Nadare answered, and he left quickly, the
door shutting softly behind him.
Trinity stood by Treize's bedside, just staring at him, examining his facial features. He
had ginger hair, nowhere near as brilliant or vibrant as her own crimson scruff, but it shimmered with
its own light. His facial structure was masculine, yet delicate at the same time, giving him a princely
air. The most unusual feature about him, Trinity decided, were his eyebrows. They were the same
colour as his hair, and were slim, but they ended in forks. The eyebrows alone threw off any impression
one might have had about him, instead making him seem mischievous.
Trinity poked his hand, and sighed loudly. "At least they gave ye some pants," she said to
the sleeping Treize, before plopping down into her chair again. "I 'ope fer yer sake tha' ye wake up
soon, 'cause I don't think tha' I can 'andle waitin' 'ere an' watchin' ye sleep away th' day, Pretty Boy."
She propped her elbows on her knees and set her chin in the palms of her hands, and sat, and waited.
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Wake up. Get up. It's time for work, a voice said in the sleeping man's mind. The voice
was unfamiliar, as was everything else to the man.
No, leave me alone, the man replied, and he could see the blurry visage of the owner of
the unfamiliar voice shrug.
It's time to get up. Time to rejoin the world. Time to live again, the voice said, and
suddenly, the man was showered with little snippets of images, memories, and dreams. The man
quivered, momentarily shaken by the mental images of the past. But just as soon as the images had
appeared, burdening the man with his past, they were gone, leaving him free.
Who were those people? the man asked, and the voice shrugged again.
People who no longer matter to you. They are nothing to you now, forget them. You
know who you are?
The man nodded. I am Treize Khu-, he began and the voice cut him off quickly.
You are Treize, and only Treize. The former Treize no longer exists. That Treize is
unimportant to you now. You are a new Treize. Better than the first. You have a new life now, the
past Treize does not exist. You are Treize, the voice told him, and the man nodded.
I am Treize, he said simply, and the voice's visage smiled.
Open your eyes, Treize. Rejoin the world, it said, before disappearing.
And Treize obeyed.
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Treize opened his eyes slowly, and squinted immediately from the bright, overhead light.
A few seconds later, after his now overly sensitive eyes had adjusted, he reopened them, and flicked
them back and forth, taking in his surroundings.
He was lying in a hospital bed, with white cotton sheets and light blanket made out of
some unidentifiable material. The bars on either side of the bed were raised, and the bed itself was
tilted at a thirty degree angle.
To his left, there was a doorway, which led to the bathroom. To his right, a red-haired girl
sat, her face cupped in her hands. She looked bored with the situation, and didn't seem to be paying
him any particular amount of attention.
Treize fidgeted on the bed, a barely noticeable action, really. But it got the girl's
attention. She snapped her head up, her own sparkling blue orbs looking at him intensely. He turned
his head to look at her and propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of her.
Neither of the two spoke to the other. Instead, they seemed satisfied to just stare, and
search for something in the other's face. Finally Trinity broke the silence.
"So," she began, "Pretty Boy wakes up at last." Treize just looked at her, a blank
expression now crossing his face. He cocked his head to one side, as if to ask what she meant by her
comment. Trinity rolled her eyes. "Tis an expression, j'st 'n expression."
Treize nodded. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Me name's Trinity MacArthur. I'm t' be yer teacher, guide, whatever. Yer t' be a part o'
me team. Yer t' be calle' Treize, correct?" Trinity asked, and Treize nodded again.
"Yes. I am Treize. Just Treize," he replied, and he sat up straight in the bed.
"Well, are ye okay t' walk?"
"Yes." Trinity lowered the bars that surrounded the bed, as Treize followed her every
movement with his cool eyes. She took a step back, and he swung his legs over the side of the bed,
and slid off of it. Treize flinched slightly when his bare feet touched the cool tile floor, but was soon
standing next to Trinity. He was taller than her by a few centimeters, but her body language made
up for those lost centimeters. It screamed defiance, the way her eyes were hard, the way her arms
were crossed over her chest, the way her weight was shifted over her right leg, the way her lower lip
pouted slightly.
Trinity was not to be messed with, Treize noted.
He decided that he liked that.
"C'mon, ye blighter. Tis bad enough tha' I had t' waste 'alf of me day waitin' around fer ye
t' wake up. I'm not partial t' waitin' fer ye now tha' yer awake," Trinity said, and she turned around to
flash Treize a harsh look. He nodded, and bowed to her, a sign of respect.
Trinity rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the hundredth time at Treize. "Yer fucked
up in th' brain," she commented, her voice now taking on an exasperated tone. "Yer t' treat me as yer
equal, not yer god. I may be in charge of ye, but I sure as hell ain't a superior being t' be worshiped,"
Trinity continued, and Treize nodded again.
"I apologize for my error, Miss MacArthur. It will not happen again," Treize told her, and
she growled, and slapped her palm against her forehead.
"J'st call me Trinity. Not 'Miss MacArthur.' Not 'Mac.' Not 'Mackie.' Not 'Trini.' My
name is Trinity, ye'll call me Trinity. In return, I'll call ye Treize, treat ye as me equal. D' we 'ave an
understanding?" Trinity said, and Treize started to nod, but caught himself.
"Yes, Trinity," he said instead, and a faint smile appeared on Trinity's face.
"Good. Now, can we please be on our way?"
"Yes." Trinity turned away from Treize, and rolled her eyes once more. It was going to
take some time to get rid of whatever complex Treize had developed during the two years that he was,
well, dead, Trinity realized as she exited the room. And, as she strode down the hallway with Treize
at her heels, she realized that she was looking forward to it.
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More Disclaimers I Forgot To Mention In the Heat Of The Moment: Dragonlance and their
respective books aren't mine. They belong to the authors and TSR or Wizards Of The
Coast. I'm just borrowing them. Also, the Harry Potter books aren't mine either. They
belong to J.K. Rowling.
Remy and Artemis are the names of my fish.
Review, please?
Cha.
The limmerick in the story is mine though... It originally read:
There once was a pilot named Heero
Who piloted the Wing Zero
He liked to fight
In the dark of night
And he was Arconda's hero.
Don't blame me. Blame Mori-sensei, first period English. three days after school began, we're
writing limmericks. I have a whole passel about Gundam Wing.