Demon Sign
Part 2
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Raksha moved through the streets unnoticed. She ducked behind a flower venders stall when she caught sight of a group of five OZ soldiers searching the crowd.
'They couldn't have come for me, could they?' A cold feeling washed over her. Fear. It didn't happen very often. When it did it was totally unexpected.
Something in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned. Two young men about her age were moving stealthily through the crowd. Making sure to stay out of sight and looking back every few seconds. One of them was definately an American. He had a long braid hanging down his back and he seemed to be wearing the collar of a priest. The other was Japanese. He had a cold expression on his face and prussian blue eyes.
Raksha smiled to herself.
'Ah. I seem to have spotted two of the infamous Gundam pilots.'
She searched for the soldiers and found that they were surounding the unknowing pilots. There were at least ten of them now.
'Well, I can't let this opportunity go to waste now can I?'
She ducked behind a soldier and into the circle of the trap they were setting. Those boys were in for a suprise. She let her hand rest on her hip where she had stuck her gun into her waistband. She was going to have to be very careful. The pilots were more likely to shoot first and ask questions later. She was just going to have to show them that she was on their side.
She came up behind the American pilot and grabbed ahold of his braid.
"Hey, let go of my hair!" he cried as he pulled.
But Raksha was holding too close to the scalp and she pulled his head back to keep him off balance.
"Listen to me." she hissed. "Do you want to get out of here alive?"
He nodded.
"Good. I want to help you. But you and your friends are going to help me after, alright?"
He nodded again.
"Find your friend and tell him not to shoot me. Just play along. I know what I'm doing." She let go.
The guy turned around and gave her a skeptical look while rubbing the back of his head.
"Trust me." she whispered.
The pilot gave her a long look and then nodded. Obviously satisfied with what he saw.
He disappeared into the crowd.
Seconds later he was back with the Japanese pilot who wan't looking too happy with the arrangement.
She grabbed both of their arms and started dragging them both toward the apartment she was staying in while the old couple that owned it were on vacation just as a soldier saw them.
"Hey! Kids! Stop where you are!" The soldier ran up to them and was huffing and puffing. A few more of them surounded them.
Raksha came up to the soldier in charge with a smile on her face.
"I'm sorry, sir. Were my brothers bothering you? I told them not to play near the restricted areas but they never listen to me."
The soldier didn't know what to say. He looked shocked.
"I'm going to have to tell Grandma about this now." she said to the pilots.
The American caught on and gave a dejected sigh and said pleadingly, "Come on, Sarah. Don't tell Grams on us. We won't do it again. We promise."
The other pilot nodded and managed to look a little sorry. He slumped his shoulders and hung his head, not meeting any of the soldiers gazes. Which was just as well since she knew his eyes would have given them away.
The soldier in charge ran a hand through his hair.
"Is your Grandmother home? I would like to speak to her about this."
'Sarah' looked back at her 'brothers' and then turned back to the man.
"I'm sorry but my Grandmother went out shopping a little while ago. She said she wouldn't be back at least for three hours. She also had a doctors appointment."
She turned back to her 'brothers' and laughed in their faces.
"I've got you two this time. I'd like to see you talk your way out of this one." Then to the soldier she said, "Could you come by about five o'clock? She should be home by then."
"Yeah, sure. Where do you live?"
Raksha pointed down the road to the apartment.
"Number seventy three. The one with the green trimming and the red roses in front. You can't miss it."
"Alright." said the soldier. "I'll talk to your grandmother about this. Try to keep your brothers out of trouble from now on."
She nodded with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Yes, sir. They are going to be doing yard work for a month when Grams hears about this." She grabbed ahold of their sleeves and pulled them to the door. Then she opened it and shoved them inside. She waved to the soldiers as they left and disappeared into the crowd.
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Raksha leaned back against the door and gave out a lengthy sigh.
"Thank God that's over." she said as she looked at the pilots.
She noticed that the Japanese pilot had a gun trained on her.
"Don't move." He growled.
The American pilot looked shocked.
"What the hell are you doing, Heero? This girl just saved our tails."
Raksha smiled at him.
"Forget it." she said. "If he is going to shoot then he will. I don't think either of us can stop him." She held out her hand to the American.
"I'm Raksha, by the way."
"Duo." he said distractidly. He was watching Heero who still had his gun pointed at her.
Raksha stepped infront of him so that the gun was pressed to her collarbone.
"If you are going to pull the trigger, then pull it. You're going to give your friend over there a heart attack with all the suspence."
Heero looked suprised and slowly lowered his gun.
Before he could respond Raksha had her gun pressed to his temple and his gun in hand pressed against his spine.
"The next time you point a gun at me you had better be prepared to pull the trigger." she hissed. "You won't get a second chance." She let go and pushed him away. They stared at eachother for an endless moment. Heero nodded in acceptance of her rules and strength. He knew she wasn't joking.
Part 2
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Raksha moved through the streets unnoticed. She ducked behind a flower venders stall when she caught sight of a group of five OZ soldiers searching the crowd.
'They couldn't have come for me, could they?' A cold feeling washed over her. Fear. It didn't happen very often. When it did it was totally unexpected.
Something in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned. Two young men about her age were moving stealthily through the crowd. Making sure to stay out of sight and looking back every few seconds. One of them was definately an American. He had a long braid hanging down his back and he seemed to be wearing the collar of a priest. The other was Japanese. He had a cold expression on his face and prussian blue eyes.
Raksha smiled to herself.
'Ah. I seem to have spotted two of the infamous Gundam pilots.'
She searched for the soldiers and found that they were surounding the unknowing pilots. There were at least ten of them now.
'Well, I can't let this opportunity go to waste now can I?'
She ducked behind a soldier and into the circle of the trap they were setting. Those boys were in for a suprise. She let her hand rest on her hip where she had stuck her gun into her waistband. She was going to have to be very careful. The pilots were more likely to shoot first and ask questions later. She was just going to have to show them that she was on their side.
She came up behind the American pilot and grabbed ahold of his braid.
"Hey, let go of my hair!" he cried as he pulled.
But Raksha was holding too close to the scalp and she pulled his head back to keep him off balance.
"Listen to me." she hissed. "Do you want to get out of here alive?"
He nodded.
"Good. I want to help you. But you and your friends are going to help me after, alright?"
He nodded again.
"Find your friend and tell him not to shoot me. Just play along. I know what I'm doing." She let go.
The guy turned around and gave her a skeptical look while rubbing the back of his head.
"Trust me." she whispered.
The pilot gave her a long look and then nodded. Obviously satisfied with what he saw.
He disappeared into the crowd.
Seconds later he was back with the Japanese pilot who wan't looking too happy with the arrangement.
She grabbed both of their arms and started dragging them both toward the apartment she was staying in while the old couple that owned it were on vacation just as a soldier saw them.
"Hey! Kids! Stop where you are!" The soldier ran up to them and was huffing and puffing. A few more of them surounded them.
Raksha came up to the soldier in charge with a smile on her face.
"I'm sorry, sir. Were my brothers bothering you? I told them not to play near the restricted areas but they never listen to me."
The soldier didn't know what to say. He looked shocked.
"I'm going to have to tell Grandma about this now." she said to the pilots.
The American caught on and gave a dejected sigh and said pleadingly, "Come on, Sarah. Don't tell Grams on us. We won't do it again. We promise."
The other pilot nodded and managed to look a little sorry. He slumped his shoulders and hung his head, not meeting any of the soldiers gazes. Which was just as well since she knew his eyes would have given them away.
The soldier in charge ran a hand through his hair.
"Is your Grandmother home? I would like to speak to her about this."
'Sarah' looked back at her 'brothers' and then turned back to the man.
"I'm sorry but my Grandmother went out shopping a little while ago. She said she wouldn't be back at least for three hours. She also had a doctors appointment."
She turned back to her 'brothers' and laughed in their faces.
"I've got you two this time. I'd like to see you talk your way out of this one." Then to the soldier she said, "Could you come by about five o'clock? She should be home by then."
"Yeah, sure. Where do you live?"
Raksha pointed down the road to the apartment.
"Number seventy three. The one with the green trimming and the red roses in front. You can't miss it."
"Alright." said the soldier. "I'll talk to your grandmother about this. Try to keep your brothers out of trouble from now on."
She nodded with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Yes, sir. They are going to be doing yard work for a month when Grams hears about this." She grabbed ahold of their sleeves and pulled them to the door. Then she opened it and shoved them inside. She waved to the soldiers as they left and disappeared into the crowd.
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Raksha leaned back against the door and gave out a lengthy sigh.
"Thank God that's over." she said as she looked at the pilots.
She noticed that the Japanese pilot had a gun trained on her.
"Don't move." He growled.
The American pilot looked shocked.
"What the hell are you doing, Heero? This girl just saved our tails."
Raksha smiled at him.
"Forget it." she said. "If he is going to shoot then he will. I don't think either of us can stop him." She held out her hand to the American.
"I'm Raksha, by the way."
"Duo." he said distractidly. He was watching Heero who still had his gun pointed at her.
Raksha stepped infront of him so that the gun was pressed to her collarbone.
"If you are going to pull the trigger, then pull it. You're going to give your friend over there a heart attack with all the suspence."
Heero looked suprised and slowly lowered his gun.
Before he could respond Raksha had her gun pressed to his temple and his gun in hand pressed against his spine.
"The next time you point a gun at me you had better be prepared to pull the trigger." she hissed. "You won't get a second chance." She let go and pushed him away. They stared at eachother for an endless moment. Heero nodded in acceptance of her rules and strength. He knew she wasn't joking.