Demon Sign
Part 6
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Raksha walked up to the door of the large mansion that was supposidly the residence of the third gundam pilot; Quatre Rabera Winner, heir to the Winner fortune. He would have resources that would come in handy.
Raksha knocked on the door and waited. The door opened and an elderly man came into view.
"May I help you, miss?" the man asked.
"Yes. I'm here to see Mr. Winner. I'm a friend of a friend."
The man looked dubious.
"Look, I know it's not very conventional but I really must speak with him. Just tell him number six is here."
The man nodded and closed the door. A few seconds later the door swung open and a young man with blond hair stood there.
"Come in. We obviously have something in common to talk about." he said as he ushered her inside.
Quatre showed her into the livingroom and offered her a seat.
"Now, what is this about you being number six?" He obviously wanted answers.
"I am pilot 006. My name is Raksha. My gundam is Gemini."
He nodded for her to continue.
" 001, 002, and 004 have agreed to train and fight together. We will share our knowledge and I have no doubt that we will defeat OZ. You have a choice in this. You can come with us, train with us. Or, if you should decide not to accept our arrangement, you will never see any of us or hear from us again. This is the only time that you shall be asked." Raksha looked him in the eye the whole time.
Quatre studied her and then smiled.
"Of course I will join you. I have always wanted to know about my fellow gundam pilots. It is very nice to meet you Raksha. And I look foward to meeting the others."
Raksha smiled and stood up.
"I don't suppose you have found 005 yet?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not." It bothered Raksha and she could not hide it in her voice.
"That Wufie. He always knew what to do when he didn't want to be found."
"You know where he is?" She was incredulious.
"No. But I do know how to get in touch with him."
Quatre reached for the phone next to the chair he was sitting in and dialed fifteen complex numbers so quickly that Raksha couldn't discern them. He smiled as the phone began to ring.
"You didn't expect me to reveal all our secrets did you? Hello? It's me, Quatre. There is something I think you would like to get in on up here. It seems that there is a sixth gundam pilot. Yes, they are here. The other pilots, myself included, are going to train together and work as a team for a change. I just wanted to know if you would be intrested in joining us. Yes? Good. I'll meet you here at the mansion in two hours. Oh, and Wufie? Bring your Gundam."
Raksha raised her eyebrow when he disconnected.
"I didn't tell him you're a girl because Wufie has a small problem with women. Especially ones with strong wills and pride in themselves."
"To put it bluntly, you mean that he is a sexist, egotistical, pig."
Quatre laughed.
"Yes. Exactly. Although he isn't really a bad person. He would die for anyone who has fought by his side. Yourself included whether he likes you or not."
Raksha made a disgusted sound.
"He won't have anything to worry about. I'm going to be the one saving his ass, not the other way around."
Quatre chuckled.
"Yes. You two are going to get along fine."
Part 6
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Raksha walked up to the door of the large mansion that was supposidly the residence of the third gundam pilot; Quatre Rabera Winner, heir to the Winner fortune. He would have resources that would come in handy.
Raksha knocked on the door and waited. The door opened and an elderly man came into view.
"May I help you, miss?" the man asked.
"Yes. I'm here to see Mr. Winner. I'm a friend of a friend."
The man looked dubious.
"Look, I know it's not very conventional but I really must speak with him. Just tell him number six is here."
The man nodded and closed the door. A few seconds later the door swung open and a young man with blond hair stood there.
"Come in. We obviously have something in common to talk about." he said as he ushered her inside.
Quatre showed her into the livingroom and offered her a seat.
"Now, what is this about you being number six?" He obviously wanted answers.
"I am pilot 006. My name is Raksha. My gundam is Gemini."
He nodded for her to continue.
" 001, 002, and 004 have agreed to train and fight together. We will share our knowledge and I have no doubt that we will defeat OZ. You have a choice in this. You can come with us, train with us. Or, if you should decide not to accept our arrangement, you will never see any of us or hear from us again. This is the only time that you shall be asked." Raksha looked him in the eye the whole time.
Quatre studied her and then smiled.
"Of course I will join you. I have always wanted to know about my fellow gundam pilots. It is very nice to meet you Raksha. And I look foward to meeting the others."
Raksha smiled and stood up.
"I don't suppose you have found 005 yet?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not." It bothered Raksha and she could not hide it in her voice.
"That Wufie. He always knew what to do when he didn't want to be found."
"You know where he is?" She was incredulious.
"No. But I do know how to get in touch with him."
Quatre reached for the phone next to the chair he was sitting in and dialed fifteen complex numbers so quickly that Raksha couldn't discern them. He smiled as the phone began to ring.
"You didn't expect me to reveal all our secrets did you? Hello? It's me, Quatre. There is something I think you would like to get in on up here. It seems that there is a sixth gundam pilot. Yes, they are here. The other pilots, myself included, are going to train together and work as a team for a change. I just wanted to know if you would be intrested in joining us. Yes? Good. I'll meet you here at the mansion in two hours. Oh, and Wufie? Bring your Gundam."
Raksha raised her eyebrow when he disconnected.
"I didn't tell him you're a girl because Wufie has a small problem with women. Especially ones with strong wills and pride in themselves."
"To put it bluntly, you mean that he is a sexist, egotistical, pig."
Quatre laughed.
"Yes. Exactly. Although he isn't really a bad person. He would die for anyone who has fought by his side. Yourself included whether he likes you or not."
Raksha made a disgusted sound.
"He won't have anything to worry about. I'm going to be the one saving his ass, not the other way around."
Quatre chuckled.
"Yes. You two are going to get along fine."