Bad Luck!
"Heero!" called and energetic braided pilot. Duo slowed down as he neared the other pilot, his chestnut colored hair still pulled back in that long braid which swung around his usual black pants. "Whats up Heero?" The Deathscythe pilot asked, handing the other a cup of coffee, black, just as Yuy liked. The braided pilot took a sip of his own coffee, drowned with sweetener and cream.
"Another Mission, this one sensible."
"About those OZ mobil suits?"
"Yeah..." Heero pauses to take a sip of his coffee.
"Who's on this one...?" The chestnut-haired boy asked innocently, looking at the other pilot with interest.
Heero noticed his stair and said uncomfortably; "Me, you and Captain Sakura
Kayton."
"A second?! We're a signed with a second?!" Duo said, angrily, jerking his cup wildly, spilling some and muttering "dammit."
"So what about her do you know?" The wing pilot said, walking to his own office, the other following, discussing the second known as Kayton, Sakura.
"She's lively, and outgoing. She's 14 the youngest of the seconds."
"The youngest?!" the brown-haired pilot exclaimed.
"Her birthday is July 5..." the American drifted off as they entered the dark office. He could faintly se the outline of the marble desk; the light that sat on the desk next to the cup which held Heero's pens. The only light that could be seen was the light from Heero's black laptop. A young girl was scanning the screen and looked up startled as the Deathscythe pilot whispered "what the hell."
The girl jumped up, emerald eyes wide, and screeched "C-commander Yuy!
Commander Maxwell!" The brown-haired pilot stalked across the royal blue room and slammed his laptop closed with his left hand, and pulled a small pistol out with his right. He pointed it at the frightened female. Although her emotions were shown in pools of blue, she didn't quiver of plead, she just stood there silently.
Finally she spoke, mono-toned, "Forgive me, Commander Heero Yuy, first generation pilot of the gundam, Wing."
"What were you doing in my files?!" Heero growled, moving the pistol closer to her neck. "I want an answer, now!"
"I..." She gulped. Although very cute, the Wing pilot could kill without hesitation or emotion. Even though threatening her life, the pilot couldn't help admiring him. "I was looking up information on you, sir! Those files can only be accessed through higher official's computers!" She finished.
"You got my password...? From where!" Heero said, surprise his tone still hard.
"I guessed it, Commander!" Came the response. "The first one's a question;
'DrJ', and second password is 'O-'"
Heero eyes glowed with anger as she told his first password out loud. As she began the second, he pulled back on the trigger and yelled, "I should kill you now!"
Duo remained quiet, standing at the door. (His real name...?) The Deathscythe pilot thought silently. The girl wore a female captain's outfit, which he could just hardly make out. Duo looked her over again. "Heero..." the other first said, walking to the enraged Wing pilot and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Heero, I do believe this is Captain Sakura Kayton. The one who will be joining us on our next mission." Heero nearly dropped his gun. The chestnut-haired boy whispered in the other boy's ear; "I told you she was lively...." Although mad and shocked, the brown-haired boy couldn't help feeling a tingle of pleasure as duo's lips brushed against his ear.
"Yes, that's right. I am Captain Sakura of the second generation of the gundam pilots." With that, Heero released the trigger and the bullet shot passed her neck, breaking a mirror behind her. The glass shattered and fell in tinny pieces, some sparkling with what little light seeped through the blinds. The Japanese pilot swayed on his feet, then fell into the support of Duo's arms.
"Commander Yuy?!" the second screeched in a high-pitched tone. Duo shuddered. Heero cringed as she said his name.
"You better go, Captain." the Braided pilot said as he picked up the Wing pilot and carried him to the black couch. Sakura nodded silently.
"Of course, Commander Maxwell." She said and then muttered "...bastard...."
"What?" The American asked, unable to make out what she had muttered.
"Nothing, Commander." She said. The female saluted, then walked out. Once out of the room, she leaned against the door. "Duo Maxwell, pilot of the Gundam
Deathscythe... I know what you're up to and you're not going to get him. Heero
Yuy is mine"" With that, the female walked towards the mess hall.
"Heero!" called and energetic braided pilot. Duo slowed down as he neared the other pilot, his chestnut colored hair still pulled back in that long braid which swung around his usual black pants. "Whats up Heero?" The Deathscythe pilot asked, handing the other a cup of coffee, black, just as Yuy liked. The braided pilot took a sip of his own coffee, drowned with sweetener and cream.
"Another Mission, this one sensible."
"About those OZ mobil suits?"
"Yeah..." Heero pauses to take a sip of his coffee.
"Who's on this one...?" The chestnut-haired boy asked innocently, looking at the other pilot with interest.
Heero noticed his stair and said uncomfortably; "Me, you and Captain Sakura
Kayton."
"A second?! We're a signed with a second?!" Duo said, angrily, jerking his cup wildly, spilling some and muttering "dammit."
"So what about her do you know?" The wing pilot said, walking to his own office, the other following, discussing the second known as Kayton, Sakura.
"She's lively, and outgoing. She's 14 the youngest of the seconds."
"The youngest?!" the brown-haired pilot exclaimed.
"Her birthday is July 5..." the American drifted off as they entered the dark office. He could faintly se the outline of the marble desk; the light that sat on the desk next to the cup which held Heero's pens. The only light that could be seen was the light from Heero's black laptop. A young girl was scanning the screen and looked up startled as the Deathscythe pilot whispered "what the hell."
The girl jumped up, emerald eyes wide, and screeched "C-commander Yuy!
Commander Maxwell!" The brown-haired pilot stalked across the royal blue room and slammed his laptop closed with his left hand, and pulled a small pistol out with his right. He pointed it at the frightened female. Although her emotions were shown in pools of blue, she didn't quiver of plead, she just stood there silently.
Finally she spoke, mono-toned, "Forgive me, Commander Heero Yuy, first generation pilot of the gundam, Wing."
"What were you doing in my files?!" Heero growled, moving the pistol closer to her neck. "I want an answer, now!"
"I..." She gulped. Although very cute, the Wing pilot could kill without hesitation or emotion. Even though threatening her life, the pilot couldn't help admiring him. "I was looking up information on you, sir! Those files can only be accessed through higher official's computers!" She finished.
"You got my password...? From where!" Heero said, surprise his tone still hard.
"I guessed it, Commander!" Came the response. "The first one's a question;
'DrJ', and second password is 'O-'"
Heero eyes glowed with anger as she told his first password out loud. As she began the second, he pulled back on the trigger and yelled, "I should kill you now!"
Duo remained quiet, standing at the door. (His real name...?) The Deathscythe pilot thought silently. The girl wore a female captain's outfit, which he could just hardly make out. Duo looked her over again. "Heero..." the other first said, walking to the enraged Wing pilot and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Heero, I do believe this is Captain Sakura Kayton. The one who will be joining us on our next mission." Heero nearly dropped his gun. The chestnut-haired boy whispered in the other boy's ear; "I told you she was lively...." Although mad and shocked, the brown-haired boy couldn't help feeling a tingle of pleasure as duo's lips brushed against his ear.
"Yes, that's right. I am Captain Sakura of the second generation of the gundam pilots." With that, Heero released the trigger and the bullet shot passed her neck, breaking a mirror behind her. The glass shattered and fell in tinny pieces, some sparkling with what little light seeped through the blinds. The Japanese pilot swayed on his feet, then fell into the support of Duo's arms.
"Commander Yuy?!" the second screeched in a high-pitched tone. Duo shuddered. Heero cringed as she said his name.
"You better go, Captain." the Braided pilot said as he picked up the Wing pilot and carried him to the black couch. Sakura nodded silently.
"Of course, Commander Maxwell." She said and then muttered "...bastard...."
"What?" The American asked, unable to make out what she had muttered.
"Nothing, Commander." She said. The female saluted, then walked out. Once out of the room, she leaned against the door. "Duo Maxwell, pilot of the Gundam
Deathscythe... I know what you're up to and you're not going to get him. Heero
Yuy is mine"" With that, the female walked towards the mess hall.