*Gives the readers a REALLY nervous look* Umm... I'm back... *scattered applause, a couple "boos". Here's the next chapter of Shattered Reflection. Enjoy! Remember, reviews make me write faster! *hides as rotten fruit are thrown* Oh yeah, and a shout out to Kawaii. Peaches! Thanks for your support and kind review!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon, but y'all better know what the story is MINE!
Chapter three: The Power
This place is unreal, thought Usagi, staring up at the sprawling building through the curving iron gates that protected it. Why the hell would people who lived here steal my folder? What possible reason could they have? The blonde's eyes sparkled dangerously. Was it a prank? Where they just planning on tossing her stuff in the trash for a good laugh?
The girl clenched her jaw and unconsciously rubbed her earlobes, suddenly wanting her crystal earrings there. She was in the mood for a fight! And, Even if they did take her folder, they were still good-looking, they even reminded her of her ex-boyfriend!
But her necklace suddenly caught the moonlight and Usagi was brought back to her senses. What am I thinking? Those jerks took my folder! It's gonna take me all night to recover what was in there! I hate science! I hate all homework!
Thinking of all the work she had waiting for her at the apartment made the girl sigh, her shoulders sagging slightly. It did nothing however, to the fire burning brightly in her eyes. She would leave, for now at least. The blonde knew that by staying here the pile of homework waiting for her at home wouldn't go away, and she'd only tire herself out.
Casting one last blistering glance to the great house that hid behind strong gates, Usagi stalked off into the night, muttering unflattering curses under her breath.
* * *
As the blonde walked past her on the dark sidewalk, the woman standing nondescriptly at the bus stop just barely turned her head, dark blue hair hiding her true line of vision. Her eyes were trained sharply to the young girl's receding form. Without so much as changing her expression, the woman pressed lightly into the small earpiece that connected her to a man many miles away.
"Target has left the Winner mansion without provocation. She's now heading in an Northern direction."
There was a pause as the woman's words traveled through the connection, then an unmistakable voice responded.
"Understood. Continue monitoring the target. Contact me if there's a change in her trajectory, Noin."
Noin let the corner of her mouth lift in a slight smile, "Ok Sir." She responded before tapping the earpiece again.
As the bus slowed to accommodate her, the blue-haired woman nonchalantly stepped away and began walking down the street in a Northerly direction.
***
"Over this way, Hiiro." Whispered a voice, light and teasing and definitely female into the Perfect Soldier's left ear. The boy's body whirled in that direction, his shoes shattering over the rocks. His weight shifted and his hand went to the gun he always wore. {Author's note: Where DOES Hiiro keep that gun? His clothes obviously, but you'd think that you'd be able to see some sort of bulge, especially since he wears spandex!} However, to his utter dismay and chagrin, the weapon was not where it should have been. With a low snarl of irritation, Hiiro faced his visitor.
No one in sight. He was alone. A warm breeze wafted over him and threaded through his unruly brown hair like gentle fingers. Suspiciously, the Perfect Soldier let his Prussian blue eyes roam over every stone, every fallen column for a place big enough for someone to be hiding. He'd heard someone; someone had called his name.
There was someone here. There had to be.
Abruptly, the breeze died down and Hiiro felt the chill of this barren place fall over him once again. But his hair still moved as if...
The boy jerked around, passing his hand over his head violently as if he was warding off a wasp.
No one there. This time, Hiiro let his gaze take a full 360 degrees around the point where he stood, betraying his usual stoic exterior with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. Still no one.
Someone giggled behind him, female, but not the same voice as before. The boy whirled again, and was met with a familiar sight. Nothing but rubble. A fallen kingdom. He was alone.
Fighting to keep his emotions under control, Hiiro called out in a dry voice. "I know you're here. Show yourselves. I'm not in the mood for games."
"Of course you know we're here," said a new voice, "That's exactly what we wanted." Hiiro didn't move, he didn't feel like being embarrassed by invisible girls.
"You're never in the mood for games to begin with, Hiiro. Don't tease us." Came another.
He believed it was the girl that giggled that spoke yet. However, all the playfulness was gone from her voice. "We can't show ourselves though Hiiro. Not yet."
The boy crossed his arms over his chest in a standoffish manner. "Then why are you talking to me? Where am I?"
"A ruined kingdom."
"The haunted battlefield."
"A forgotten world."
"In a dream that died."
Hiiro's eyebrow lifted a fraction of an inch quizzically. There were four of them, that at least he was sure of. He didn't know what to make of them, and they still hadn't answered his first question. Rephrasing it, the Perfect soldier asked again, "What is so important that you have to talk to me, but I can't see you? Why is it important that I know you?"
"You must know we exist," they said as one, "You must find us. You're the only one that can release us."
"RELEASE YOU FROM WHAT?" Hiiro yelled, frustrated at the cryptic words and the invisible girls.
They spoke to him one last time, their voices fading out with the dream:
"Our prison."
"Her subconscious."
"The jewel."
"Her destiny..."
***
Though she showed no outward sign, Ririna Peacecraft was deeply disturbed. Her reign over the Earth, now completely united and peaceful for sometime now, was falling apart. Her attempts at destroying weapons harmful to the people had failed miserably, and now she had new blood on her hands, not to mention the added burden to her conscience that those arms were currently in the grasp of terrorists.
That wasn't the least of her of her problems. The three hijacked shipments of weapons were just a prelude. In fact, the total had been rounded out to six full deliveries of armaments usurped, the public however, only knew about the first three.
This is out of my hands, I cannot tell them about these latest attacks, Ririna thought shamefully to herself. There is already unrest brewing due to the first three, and already new problems are arising. The public cannot know... Panic would be instantaneous. Riots could break out, and that would be the perfect opportunity for these terrorists to attack; when we're confused and suspicious of our own neighbours, not to mention government.
Ririna sighed, and propped her elbows onto her mahogany desk, resting her head in her hands. She was alone. For now at least. Any moment, however, there was sure to be another emergency, another document to review and sign, and another dignitary to meet.
If only she could leave this problem to someone else. Yes, go back to the days shortly following Libra's destruction when she was only Vice Foreign Minister Dorlian. She had not wanted to take up the reins of the Earth, she had never wanted that. Not after being used as Oz's puppet.
But Oz was correct about one thing. She was a figurehead for the earth, a symbol of peace and prosperity. Mariemaia knew that too, and she had been used again.
However, if she must rule, chosen by the people themselves to lead them, she would. And she would do the best job she could of being a true sovereign, helping the Earth out with in every detail of governing. That meant little to no freedom. She belonged to the people.
The sound of light knuckles rapping at her door made Ririna sit straighter, lifting her head to face the door and interlacing her fingers serenely over her desk. An air of composedness dropped over her and the woman hoped it was enough to hide her uneasiness, a mask that she had been wearing in every public appearence since the terrorist attacks. "Come in." she called, voice level and unperturbed.
"Miss Ririna?" asked her secretary, opening the door slightly and poking her head in, "Lady Une is here and asks to see you."
The woman nodded, "That's fine. Show the Lady in.
Ririna's secretary nodded and disappeared. A moment later, the heavy door swung open to reveal the waiting form of Lady Une. The officer walked forward purposely, stopping a few feet short of Ririna's desk and bowing her head respectfully. The younger woman was surprised to see that a braid now tamed the Lady's brown mane of hair, worn free from the day of Libra's destruction. A small, unimportant change, Ririna told herself, but she couldn't shake an uneasy feeling...
* * *
Duo sighed in despair and randomly plucked at the edges of his braid, fighting the onslaught of boredom. The arcade had closed early tonight - he'd forgotten it was a Sunday night -- Quatre and Trowa were still out, Wufei was back but sharpening his kitana in the other room, a plain enough message to the braided one that he should leave the Chinese boy alone, and Hiiro was only god knew where in this huge house. He didn't even know if he wanted to see the Perfect Solder after glimpsing the intensity burning in the other boy's eyes after he'd grilled Quatre.
But... this power. What was it that Quatre had sensed?
The thought made Duo furrow his brow and fidget -- moreso. It could be anything, really, the braided one thought. But the fact that the blond had said power and not something like person irked Duo. What could it mean?
From the sitting room not far from the side entrance where the boys usually entered, Duo heard the sound of the door closing sharply and jumped up just as a frantic Quatre and slightly edgy Trowa burst in. The air of alarm around Quatre was unmistakable, and Duo had the impression that there was something else. Guilt? Some feeling of that sort. The braided one got a start when Quatre stopped on his path and turned to face him, looking him dead in the eyes and said in a unsettled voice, "Where's Hiiro? I know he's home."
When Duo could only shrug, unable to speak, the other boy sprinted out of the room, echoes of Hiiro's name being thrown throughout the hall in his wake. Duo turned to Trowa, eyes wide, the unspoken question hanging in the air between them.
"Quatre has found the Power." Trowa answered in his quiet voice. And then he held up a folder Duo hadn't noticed before, blue with pictures of dolphins printed on the glossy cover, "And her address is in here."
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon, but y'all better know what the story is MINE!
Chapter three: The Power
This place is unreal, thought Usagi, staring up at the sprawling building through the curving iron gates that protected it. Why the hell would people who lived here steal my folder? What possible reason could they have? The blonde's eyes sparkled dangerously. Was it a prank? Where they just planning on tossing her stuff in the trash for a good laugh?
The girl clenched her jaw and unconsciously rubbed her earlobes, suddenly wanting her crystal earrings there. She was in the mood for a fight! And, Even if they did take her folder, they were still good-looking, they even reminded her of her ex-boyfriend!
But her necklace suddenly caught the moonlight and Usagi was brought back to her senses. What am I thinking? Those jerks took my folder! It's gonna take me all night to recover what was in there! I hate science! I hate all homework!
Thinking of all the work she had waiting for her at the apartment made the girl sigh, her shoulders sagging slightly. It did nothing however, to the fire burning brightly in her eyes. She would leave, for now at least. The blonde knew that by staying here the pile of homework waiting for her at home wouldn't go away, and she'd only tire herself out.
Casting one last blistering glance to the great house that hid behind strong gates, Usagi stalked off into the night, muttering unflattering curses under her breath.
* * *
As the blonde walked past her on the dark sidewalk, the woman standing nondescriptly at the bus stop just barely turned her head, dark blue hair hiding her true line of vision. Her eyes were trained sharply to the young girl's receding form. Without so much as changing her expression, the woman pressed lightly into the small earpiece that connected her to a man many miles away.
"Target has left the Winner mansion without provocation. She's now heading in an Northern direction."
There was a pause as the woman's words traveled through the connection, then an unmistakable voice responded.
"Understood. Continue monitoring the target. Contact me if there's a change in her trajectory, Noin."
Noin let the corner of her mouth lift in a slight smile, "Ok Sir." She responded before tapping the earpiece again.
As the bus slowed to accommodate her, the blue-haired woman nonchalantly stepped away and began walking down the street in a Northerly direction.
***
"Over this way, Hiiro." Whispered a voice, light and teasing and definitely female into the Perfect Soldier's left ear. The boy's body whirled in that direction, his shoes shattering over the rocks. His weight shifted and his hand went to the gun he always wore. {Author's note: Where DOES Hiiro keep that gun? His clothes obviously, but you'd think that you'd be able to see some sort of bulge, especially since he wears spandex!} However, to his utter dismay and chagrin, the weapon was not where it should have been. With a low snarl of irritation, Hiiro faced his visitor.
No one in sight. He was alone. A warm breeze wafted over him and threaded through his unruly brown hair like gentle fingers. Suspiciously, the Perfect Soldier let his Prussian blue eyes roam over every stone, every fallen column for a place big enough for someone to be hiding. He'd heard someone; someone had called his name.
There was someone here. There had to be.
Abruptly, the breeze died down and Hiiro felt the chill of this barren place fall over him once again. But his hair still moved as if...
The boy jerked around, passing his hand over his head violently as if he was warding off a wasp.
No one there. This time, Hiiro let his gaze take a full 360 degrees around the point where he stood, betraying his usual stoic exterior with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. Still no one.
Someone giggled behind him, female, but not the same voice as before. The boy whirled again, and was met with a familiar sight. Nothing but rubble. A fallen kingdom. He was alone.
Fighting to keep his emotions under control, Hiiro called out in a dry voice. "I know you're here. Show yourselves. I'm not in the mood for games."
"Of course you know we're here," said a new voice, "That's exactly what we wanted." Hiiro didn't move, he didn't feel like being embarrassed by invisible girls.
"You're never in the mood for games to begin with, Hiiro. Don't tease us." Came another.
He believed it was the girl that giggled that spoke yet. However, all the playfulness was gone from her voice. "We can't show ourselves though Hiiro. Not yet."
The boy crossed his arms over his chest in a standoffish manner. "Then why are you talking to me? Where am I?"
"A ruined kingdom."
"The haunted battlefield."
"A forgotten world."
"In a dream that died."
Hiiro's eyebrow lifted a fraction of an inch quizzically. There were four of them, that at least he was sure of. He didn't know what to make of them, and they still hadn't answered his first question. Rephrasing it, the Perfect soldier asked again, "What is so important that you have to talk to me, but I can't see you? Why is it important that I know you?"
"You must know we exist," they said as one, "You must find us. You're the only one that can release us."
"RELEASE YOU FROM WHAT?" Hiiro yelled, frustrated at the cryptic words and the invisible girls.
They spoke to him one last time, their voices fading out with the dream:
"Our prison."
"Her subconscious."
"The jewel."
"Her destiny..."
***
Though she showed no outward sign, Ririna Peacecraft was deeply disturbed. Her reign over the Earth, now completely united and peaceful for sometime now, was falling apart. Her attempts at destroying weapons harmful to the people had failed miserably, and now she had new blood on her hands, not to mention the added burden to her conscience that those arms were currently in the grasp of terrorists.
That wasn't the least of her of her problems. The three hijacked shipments of weapons were just a prelude. In fact, the total had been rounded out to six full deliveries of armaments usurped, the public however, only knew about the first three.
This is out of my hands, I cannot tell them about these latest attacks, Ririna thought shamefully to herself. There is already unrest brewing due to the first three, and already new problems are arising. The public cannot know... Panic would be instantaneous. Riots could break out, and that would be the perfect opportunity for these terrorists to attack; when we're confused and suspicious of our own neighbours, not to mention government.
Ririna sighed, and propped her elbows onto her mahogany desk, resting her head in her hands. She was alone. For now at least. Any moment, however, there was sure to be another emergency, another document to review and sign, and another dignitary to meet.
If only she could leave this problem to someone else. Yes, go back to the days shortly following Libra's destruction when she was only Vice Foreign Minister Dorlian. She had not wanted to take up the reins of the Earth, she had never wanted that. Not after being used as Oz's puppet.
But Oz was correct about one thing. She was a figurehead for the earth, a symbol of peace and prosperity. Mariemaia knew that too, and she had been used again.
However, if she must rule, chosen by the people themselves to lead them, she would. And she would do the best job she could of being a true sovereign, helping the Earth out with in every detail of governing. That meant little to no freedom. She belonged to the people.
The sound of light knuckles rapping at her door made Ririna sit straighter, lifting her head to face the door and interlacing her fingers serenely over her desk. An air of composedness dropped over her and the woman hoped it was enough to hide her uneasiness, a mask that she had been wearing in every public appearence since the terrorist attacks. "Come in." she called, voice level and unperturbed.
"Miss Ririna?" asked her secretary, opening the door slightly and poking her head in, "Lady Une is here and asks to see you."
The woman nodded, "That's fine. Show the Lady in.
Ririna's secretary nodded and disappeared. A moment later, the heavy door swung open to reveal the waiting form of Lady Une. The officer walked forward purposely, stopping a few feet short of Ririna's desk and bowing her head respectfully. The younger woman was surprised to see that a braid now tamed the Lady's brown mane of hair, worn free from the day of Libra's destruction. A small, unimportant change, Ririna told herself, but she couldn't shake an uneasy feeling...
* * *
Duo sighed in despair and randomly plucked at the edges of his braid, fighting the onslaught of boredom. The arcade had closed early tonight - he'd forgotten it was a Sunday night -- Quatre and Trowa were still out, Wufei was back but sharpening his kitana in the other room, a plain enough message to the braided one that he should leave the Chinese boy alone, and Hiiro was only god knew where in this huge house. He didn't even know if he wanted to see the Perfect Solder after glimpsing the intensity burning in the other boy's eyes after he'd grilled Quatre.
But... this power. What was it that Quatre had sensed?
The thought made Duo furrow his brow and fidget -- moreso. It could be anything, really, the braided one thought. But the fact that the blond had said power and not something like person irked Duo. What could it mean?
From the sitting room not far from the side entrance where the boys usually entered, Duo heard the sound of the door closing sharply and jumped up just as a frantic Quatre and slightly edgy Trowa burst in. The air of alarm around Quatre was unmistakable, and Duo had the impression that there was something else. Guilt? Some feeling of that sort. The braided one got a start when Quatre stopped on his path and turned to face him, looking him dead in the eyes and said in a unsettled voice, "Where's Hiiro? I know he's home."
When Duo could only shrug, unable to speak, the other boy sprinted out of the room, echoes of Hiiro's name being thrown throughout the hall in his wake. Duo turned to Trowa, eyes wide, the unspoken question hanging in the air between them.
"Quatre has found the Power." Trowa answered in his quiet voice. And then he held up a folder Duo hadn't noticed before, blue with pictures of dolphins printed on the glossy cover, "And her address is in here."