Demon Sign
Part 7
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Almost two hours later; Trowa, Raksha, Heero, Duo, and Quatre were in the sitting room waiting for the last Gundam pilot to arrive.
Raksha was sitting a little away from the others as they engaged in pleasant conversation. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice when another person entered the room.
"Wufie, I'm so glad that you could make it. I was beginning to wonder what was keeping you." Quatre greeted.
"It isn't important enough to discuss. So where is this sixth Gundam pilot you were harping about on the phone earlier? And what is the onna doing here?" Wufie said as he noticed Raksha sitting in the room away from the others.
"That," said Quatre. "Is Raksha. The sixth Gundam pilot."
Wufie snorted in disbelief.
"What is this, some kind of joke? Where is he?" He said while looking around.
When no one started laughing or pointing at him he looked accusingly at Raksha.
"It's no joke. I'm 006. If you want to test me you have my permission." Raksha said.
Wufie shook his head slowly.
"Who would be stupid enough to make a woman a soldier let alone a Gundam pilot. Women are weak and should obey their father, brother, and husbands."
Raksha's eyes flashed dangerously.
"What would you say if I didn't have any family. If the only family I ever knew was slaughtered. If I came home only minutes after to find my fosterparents still bleeding. Their blood splattering the walls. Their eyes open and staring at nothing with a look of horror and pleading in them."
Raksha was shaking now. Her nostrils flaring at the remembered scent of the sickly sweet smell of blood and the metalic smell of gunpowder. The others were looking at her with consern and pity but she ignored them all.
"What if I told you that the people that killed them are the same people that are now trying to control all the planets and colonies."
She looked up at Wufie. Her eyes colder then they had ever been.
"If that didn't destroy me then nothing ever will." She stared him in the eye.
Wufie was the first to look away.
"Perhaps I judged you too quickly." He said.
"Perhaps." Raksha accepted his apology.
"If you two are done flexing your muscles, why don't you tell them about your cabin, Raksha?" Duo said to relieve the tension.
"If there aren't any objections..." Raksha looked at Wufie questioningly.
Wufie shook his head and fastened his gaze on the floor.
"Good. I've found a cabin about two-hundred miles from here that will suit our purposes perfectly. It has computers, a training room, entertainment, seperate bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a swimming pool and jacuzzi. I assume that it is more comfortable than what most of you are used to. We will leave as soon as Wufie and Quatre are ready."
"My bags are already waiting by the door." Quatre spoke up.
"My things are in my Gundam." Wufie said.
"Good. Then we can leave right away." said Raksha.
Part 7
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Almost two hours later; Trowa, Raksha, Heero, Duo, and Quatre were in the sitting room waiting for the last Gundam pilot to arrive.
Raksha was sitting a little away from the others as they engaged in pleasant conversation. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice when another person entered the room.
"Wufie, I'm so glad that you could make it. I was beginning to wonder what was keeping you." Quatre greeted.
"It isn't important enough to discuss. So where is this sixth Gundam pilot you were harping about on the phone earlier? And what is the onna doing here?" Wufie said as he noticed Raksha sitting in the room away from the others.
"That," said Quatre. "Is Raksha. The sixth Gundam pilot."
Wufie snorted in disbelief.
"What is this, some kind of joke? Where is he?" He said while looking around.
When no one started laughing or pointing at him he looked accusingly at Raksha.
"It's no joke. I'm 006. If you want to test me you have my permission." Raksha said.
Wufie shook his head slowly.
"Who would be stupid enough to make a woman a soldier let alone a Gundam pilot. Women are weak and should obey their father, brother, and husbands."
Raksha's eyes flashed dangerously.
"What would you say if I didn't have any family. If the only family I ever knew was slaughtered. If I came home only minutes after to find my fosterparents still bleeding. Their blood splattering the walls. Their eyes open and staring at nothing with a look of horror and pleading in them."
Raksha was shaking now. Her nostrils flaring at the remembered scent of the sickly sweet smell of blood and the metalic smell of gunpowder. The others were looking at her with consern and pity but she ignored them all.
"What if I told you that the people that killed them are the same people that are now trying to control all the planets and colonies."
She looked up at Wufie. Her eyes colder then they had ever been.
"If that didn't destroy me then nothing ever will." She stared him in the eye.
Wufie was the first to look away.
"Perhaps I judged you too quickly." He said.
"Perhaps." Raksha accepted his apology.
"If you two are done flexing your muscles, why don't you tell them about your cabin, Raksha?" Duo said to relieve the tension.
"If there aren't any objections..." Raksha looked at Wufie questioningly.
Wufie shook his head and fastened his gaze on the floor.
"Good. I've found a cabin about two-hundred miles from here that will suit our purposes perfectly. It has computers, a training room, entertainment, seperate bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a swimming pool and jacuzzi. I assume that it is more comfortable than what most of you are used to. We will leave as soon as Wufie and Quatre are ready."
"My bags are already waiting by the door." Quatre spoke up.
"My things are in my Gundam." Wufie said.
"Good. Then we can leave right away." said Raksha.