The War of the Assassins
Part 5
A tremendous roar of effort escaped his throat as Heero raised his sword high over his head and swung it forcefully down to slice Siren in half. She easily blocked the deadly blow and the sound of clashing metal filled the air. The two blades were locked for only a fraction as a second, and then Siren fluidly pulled Diablo away and swung him low, trying to shear the legs off of Heero.
The Zero System had told him what was coming. Just as the burning blade was about to touch his legs, he back flipped over it. Heero landed solidly a few feet away from her. Siren eyed him in some amusement, her dark eyes flashing. "It seems that I may have underestimated you," Diablo mused.
Heero did not reply. He just stood alert and wary with claymore held firmly in his hands. She'll be making the first move this time. A slight breeze began to blow. Long strands of Siren's midnight blue hair blew into her face; she casually hooked them behind her ear – and then disappeared. There was only air where she was standing just a few seconds ago. The Zero System couldn't detect her anywhere.
"What the…" Heero began to say in surprise, but was interrupted by a blip in the Zero System. Behind me – he quickly turned to see Siren preparing to decapitate him, with a slight smile on her face. He brought his sword up just in time. She was just surprised enough to be distracted, Heero saw his chance and pressed his attack furiously. The Zero System told him every time there was an opportunity to immobilize her, but every time he tried to take advantage of it, Diablo was there, blocking his way. Every thrust he made was smoothly blocked, no matter how hard he tried to deceive her. This went on for a very long time.
Heero began to become frustrated. The fact that Siren looked bored didn't help. But before he could completely lose his temper at his inability to end the battle, Siren began her counterattack. She riposted with great speed and supple strength. She moved so fast that her Blade became nothing but an indistinct black blur. If it weren't for the Zero System, Heero would have been immediately cut down. Even so, he just barely managed to parry her quick thrusts and slices. And she was strong, almost too strong. Every time their swords met, Heero could feel the vibration from the collision move all the way from his wrists to his shoulders. With every smooth thrust of Diablo, he was driven further and further back. He was inevitably losing ground and strength at the same time.
I'm going to lose. The sudden realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. He could feel himself slowly become exhausted and weak; he was breathing heavily, his arms were trembling and felt like lead. His claymore seemed too heavy and it was an effort to even hold it up. With each clash of metal, Heero was gradually losing strength. Siren, on the other hand, had not even broken a sweat. But even as he acknowledged that he was losing to her, he doggedly refused to give up. No. I cannot be destroyed. My mission is to stop Siren. I will not fail. He began to fight back with renewed determination, ignoring his burning muscles.
Siren smirked at his sudden counterattack. She seemed supremely confident that she would win. She is overconfident. That is her weakness. With that thought, Heero pressed on, fiercer than ever. He wielded his sword with as much speed as he could muster, and took Siren by surprise. Heero aimed a quick strike to her head which she escaped virtually unscathed, except for a few strands of her dark blue hair. They floated gently to the ground.
Siren roared, furious. It annoyed her greatly that a mere Earthling had managed to actually cut off some of her beautiful hair in a swordfight that she was sure to win. Heero allowed himself a small smile at her petty anger. That just succeeded in infuriating her even more. "This ends now, boy!" she snarled at him as she swung Diablo downwards with tremendous force, meaning to slice him in half just as he had tried with her.
Heero prayed that his sword wouldn't break as he thrust it up in defense. The impact was earth shattering, and a tiny hairline crack appeared on the blade of his claymore, but it fortunately did not break. Siren pressed down harder, glaring at him with those eerie black eyes. He pushed back with all of his strength. He couldn't move his sword or else she really would slice him in half with the amount of force she was applying. So their swords stayed lock in place, Diablo burning and crackling with energy, his claymore shaking under the strain.
Beads of sweat rolled down Heero's face as he asked between gritted teeth, "Why did you save me for last?"
Siren laughed harshly and pushed down even harder. "Because you are the strongest," she replied matter-of-factly. She had still not yet broken a sweat, and appeared as if she were not expending much effort while Heero was using every ounce of strength he had just to keep Siren from pushing his sword back.
Heero tried in vain to shove her Blade back but Siren was too strong. He felt himself slowly giving way, inch by inch; and watched in horror as Diablo gradually got closer and closer to him. He could feel the evil that the black sword radiated and shuddered at what it might do to him. Stop thinking about that, he scolded himself silently, don't give up now. Push her BACK.
He cried out with effort as he summoned the last of his strength to push Diablo back a couple of inches. Just a little further…and then he suddenly felt something change in the air, something vague and indescribable that he couldn't identify - he just knew that something was different. That something was wrong. So did the Zero System. Heero looked at Siren in alarm and saw that the strange inner flame that burned in her black eyes was brighter than ever. She was also uttering some words in that same twisty language again. She's casting a spell!
The acrid smell of burning metal filled the air. Heero looked at his claymore and saw in dismay that the black flame of Diablo was slowly but surely eating through his claymore like acid. Siren laughed maniacally, sensing that victory was near. Heero was not afraid nor was he really that surprised; he just quickly thought up of a plan of action in the few seconds he had before his sword was rendered useless. Just as he decided on what to do, his green sword melted in half and Diablo was heading straight for him. Heero threw his melted sword to the side and quickly twisted and leapt away from the black sword heading for him. Just as he predicted, he was too slow and he could feel the tip of the blade slicing into the flesh of his back, from his left shoulder to his right hip. He gasped in shock as he felt the sword, he had expected it to burn but it felt cold, infinitely cold. He almost expected his blood to freeze and to find red icicles on his back. And he could feel the dark evil slowly seeping into him through the cut, as if the burning black blade had somehow transferred it into him. Not to mention it hurts like hell.
Heero did not simply lie on the grass moaning in pain, though. He had a mission to accomplish. So when he hit the ground he rolled so that he was on his back, smoothly drew his gun, and fired a perfect shot straight at Siren's heart.
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Strife's head was reeling. Even as he asked Rag why Sensei had caused him to forget how he lost Odessa, he had a feeling that he already knew the answer. When a frustrated Rag spelled it out for him, it almost made him sick. His Sensei was the only father he had ever known, the thought that he would do that to him bothered him immensely. He wouldn't have.
But even as he denied it, Strife could remember Sensei forming the Forget Spell pattern, could see its bright white light, and most of all, he could feel his overwhelming relief and acceptance as it hurled towards him. The memories flooded him as if he had broken a dam that had held them back for three years. He had accepted being made to forget because Sensei had told him that it would be the best for him. Because he had been moping around for weeks, depressed, unfocused, undisciplined, and not making any progress. Sensei's advisors had recommended expulsion; after all, there was no use for a Mercenary that could not progress. No reason at all to waste time and money trying to mold him into an Assassin when it was obvious that he could never become one. In fact, Strife had been immensely grateful at the time towards Sensei for making an exception and for giving him a second chance. And the method by which he would obtain his second chance did not disturb him at all. Forgetting would be a way out of his miserable pain, out of his anguish, out of his fruitless, endless searching.
"I took the coward's way out, Rag. I was pitifully weak," he said to his Aura Blade. He was surprised at the amount bitterness and self-loathing he heard in his voice. The last time he had felt those two emotions was three years ago…
Rag had calmed down after she realized that Strife remembered everything. Now she replied soothingly, "It was the only option at the time in able for you to continue your Training to become an Assassin. You did what you had to. And because of it, you have become the best."
"And I have also lost any chance to reconcile with Odessa," he replied bitterly. There it was again – that ugly bitterness. Why was he so hung up about Odessa anyway? He was supposed to destroy her. I should stop wasting my time moping over her.
He shook his head as if to clear it. Something suddenly occurred to him. "Rag, do you think that the pain and hallucinations I experienced in Mestra City was caused by me trying to remember something that I was supposed to have forgotten?"
"Probably," she replied slowly. "It would certainly make sense."
Well that solved that problem. Strife recalled the feeling of having forgotten something important about falling in love. He could remember it now. Sensei had said right before the Forget Spell had reached him that, "Falling in love is a nuisance, a mere distraction. Assassins do not accomplish their missions with distractions, and so Odessa shall now cease to become one." Well it worked Sensei, he thought resentfully, Odessa can never again become a 'distraction'.
"Strife," Rag began softly, hearing his unusually bitter thoughts, "you…"
Whatever she was about to say next was lost, because at that instant, a very familiar voice spoke loudly into his mind, "Strife...I'm here, come save me. PLEASE..."
"Odessa…" Strife breathed, shocked. He could feel her aura; she was afraid, angry, and lost. Lost…inside Diablo. Even in the Meadow on Lothos, on a different timeline, in a different universe, he could feel Diablo's dark presence tainting her aura.
"By God, Rag, Diablo's taken control of her - she's in The Void," he said anxiously, not wanting to believe it. Bright green eyes dulled perceptibly as he continued, anguished, "And it's my fault. If it weren't for me, Odessa would've never turned to Dark Magic to seek revenge. If it weren't for me, Lumina would exist in place of Diablo. And if it's too late to help her, that'll be my fault too."
Rag became surprisingly angry. "Look, Strife," she said fiercely, "It's about time that you stop beating yourself up over losing Odessa and blaming yourself for everything she did afterwards. If it was anyone's fault, it was Aerowyn's, so just STOP IT already. You're not made for self-pity or bitterness. Look where it got you with Sensei and his damn advisors!!"
Strife recoiled as if he had been slapped. He stared at his fiery Blade for a few moments and contemplated her heated words. Just what's gotten into me lately? I'm not acting like myself at all. "You're right, Rag," he said eventually, "Blaming myself hasn't gotten me anywhere. I'll stop being so simpering and weak."
"So then what are you going to do?" Rag asked quietly.
He looked longingly at the fields of bright yellow daffodils, wishing that he could stay in the Meadow forever and not have to deal with Odessa or the Gundam pilots. He sighed. "It's time that I stop being crippled by my emotions…" he trailed off, and then abruptly stood up. The balmy breeze caught his unruly black hair and he automatically ran a hand through his thick locks to try to smooth it out. As the Pure Magic of the Meadow gradually cleared his head, Strife thought of the Baron and his threats, and knew that if he did not destroy the Baron's daughter he would be stripped of his job and of his Aura Blade. He looked at the blazing sword he held in his hand, and knew from the depths of his soul that he could not live without Rag, while he had been living for three years without Odessa. The sword comes before any relationship.
"No," Rag blurted, "Don't sacrifice your love for Odessa for me! I'm just a SWORD, Strife!"
It was too late. He had come to a decision and was going to stick by it, no matter how much his Blade Soul objected. "And I'm an Elite Assassin," Strife replied steadily. "It's time that I start acting like one."
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The gun rang out and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Heero watched in satisfaction as his bullet flew straight and true through the air, heading right to Siren's heart, and then gaped in shock as she blurred and the bullet went right through her. She had not disappeared – Zero had just barely managed to track her movements. She had simply moved extremely quickly out of the way of the bullet and then back again to the same spot, leaving a residual image of herself in Heero's eyes so it seemed as if she had blurred. In actuality, she was just moving too fast for him to track.
Siren stood whole and unperturbed, and looked amused at the fact that Heero had actually tried to shoot her. He shook his head in disbelief and in the sudden realization of the truth. She was just toying with me all along. If she had used that incredible speed when they were fighting, Heero would have never stood a chance, Zero System or no. But the fact only made him all the more determined. He started to get clumsily onto his feet, and abruptly fell back down again when he realized that he was in a much more serious condition then he had previously believed.
Heero winced at pain caused by the wound on his back, but the cut itself wasn't what was stopping him from getting up. Strangely, he felt physically ill. His head was muzzy, he felt nauseous, and his skin was clammy and wet. The world whirled about him and he couldn't think straight, much less stand up straight. He first thought it was because he had lost too much blood, but then noticed that there was no blood on the grass where he had been lying and gingerly touched his wound. The blood flaked off. Heero stared at his hand, horrified, as he realized that the blood from his wound had actually frozen. Drops of crimson icicles covered his hand. He felt even sicker at the sight, and started shaking uncontrollably. I must be poisoned, he thought dizzily as he awkwardly tried to get up again.
Siren laughed at his sad attempt to get up. She was standing feet apart with the tip of her sword puncturing the ground, slender hands resting on the hilt. "Fool. You'll never make it to your feet," she taunted him.
Heero glared at her and ever so slowly - flinching as he stretched his wound - got shakily to his feet. His whole body shook and he felt faint and weak. Get a hold of yourself. But he couldn't focus, not even with the Zero System flashing and beeping in alarm. Only one thought remained clear: he had a mission to complete. So he began to stagger towards the waiting Siren, raising his gun with a trembling hand. She swirled and wavered in his vision. I can't get a clear shot – I have to get closer.
She narrowed her black eyes. "Stubborn boy. Don't you know when to give up?!" she shouted as the flame around Diablo flashed brilliantly and a wave of hot air headed right towards Heero.
He staggered backwards, but was not knocked over by the windblast. "My mission is to bring you to justice," he said determinedly between gritted teeth. "I will…complete…my…mission." He stepped doggedly forward, concentrating on putting one foot ahead of the other, ignoring his frigid wound and his reeling head. Just a little closer…
Another black flash of light and windblast pummeled Heero. He ignored it; he was so close. Almost there. When he was within three feet of her, his vision suddenly focused and she appeared sharp and clear. He immediately raised his gun and was about to fire, when he realized with dread that he couldn't move a muscle.
Siren stood in front of him, black eyes burning and sword blazing fiercely, with one hand held slightly in front of her. "This is as far as you're going to get, Heero Yuy," Diablo said darkly.
Heero tried with all of his might to move his arms, his legs, his head, his eyebrows – anything. But he couldn't move any of his body parts even an inch. He couldn't move his vocal cords to utter even the most basic of all sounds. He couldn't even blink. Damn it! I'm paralyzed.
Siren was greatly amused. She laughed at him for at least a minute and then finally calmed down enough to say mockingly, "How deliciously ironic! The Perfect Soldier stuck for the rest of his days with a gun raised and just about to pull the trigger. Isn't it the perfect epitome of a person more weapon than man?"
Heero, of course, could not reply. Not like he would've if he could anyway. He desperately sought the Zero System for help, but it gave him no answers. So he just kept on struggling to move and tried to stay conscious. It was becoming increasingly difficult.
Siren idly watched him, not changing her position, and then remarked casually, "You know, I could do a great many fun things with you like this…" She then grinned wickedly, "And sending you back to your woman in pieces is on the top of my list!"
Heero glared at her defiantly even as she raised her sword. Deep down, he knew that it was over, and wondered at the irony of it all. He had finally found a reason to live and now he was going to die, slowly and painfully. He did not wish to spend his last moments bitter and angry at the world, though. Instead, he thought of Relena, and it brought a strange sort of serene calmness to him. He knew that she would not be afraid in his situation, and somehow that brought strength to the man who had only previously before gave strength to others. I no longer welcome death, but I am not afraid. I will die with honor.
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Duo watched from his dilapidated mobile suit as Heero staggered towards Siren and raised his gun. He waited for him to fire. And waited. And waited some more. "Why doesn't he shoot?" he asked impatiently. He saw Siren move her mouth to speak, but she was too far away to be heard.
Trowa had been watching Heero carefully, analyzing his movements. "He hasn't blinked for over a minute now," he remarked quietly. "He's probably paralyzed."
Duo recoiled in shock. "Paralyzed?!" he sputtered, "No way!" Heero couldn't possibly be paralyzed...he was Heero. It was equivalent to saying that he was going to lose. Or die. Duo wanted to laugh at the thought. He had seen thousands of deadly things happen to the Perfect Soldier and yet he had never once come even close to dying.
He saw Quatre nod from the corner of his eye. "I agree with Trowa," the blond pilot said slowly, "If he was going to shoot, he would've done it by now. There's something wrong. And look at the way Siren's holding her hand out like that."
You always agree with Trowa, Duo thought, annoyed, as he took a closer look at his monitors. Indeed, Siren was holding her hand out and her sword seemed to be blazing more brightly than usual. He watched as she began to raise her sword. C'mon Heero, SHOOT. Heero didn't budge an inch while Siren's sword got closer and closer to him. Duo's mouth dropped as he realized the full seriousness of the situation and he said frantically, "You're right! He is paralyzed, and in big trouble too!"
Wufei raised an eyebrow. "Well, what can we do about it?"
Duo glared balefully at the other pilot. "Something besides watching him die!" he retorted angrily. "I don't know about you, but I'm not goin' to just sit here!" He would never admit it to anyone, but Heero was his best friend and he was not going to just watch him die. Damn it, and just two minutes ago I thought it'd be impossible for him to die. Duo smiled sardonically at the thought and checked to see if his gun was loaded - even though he knew bullets really wouldn't work against Siren - and then pushed the button to open the cockpit.
"Duo, what do you think you're doing?" Trowa asked calmly.
"Saving my friend," he muttered back as he dropped to the ground. He rolled to his feet and started to sprint towards where Heero stood frozen and Siren prepared to carve him apart. Why do I always end up rescuing him? he asked himself a bit ruefully. Duo heard the hissing sound of the other cockpits opening and the thump of his fellow pilots landing on the ground.
"Wait!" Quatre shouted desperately.
Duo didn't even look back as he yelled, "There's no time!" And there really wasn't. Siren's burning blade was about an inch from Heero's outstretched arm. Duo flinched at the thought of watching Heero get his arm cut off, and so he ran even faster. I just hope that I'm not too late...
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Strife took a deep breath to clear his mind. Slicing to another timeline was one thing, but Slicing to another universe was something else. Doing both at the same time was almost unheard of, but he had this strange, urgent feeling that he must go to Earth, and soon.
So Strife closed his eyes, raised Ragnarok, muttered the necessary words, and when he opened his eyes again, he could see. He could see the translucent Threads that were woven all throughout the Meadow, layers upon layers, like a million spider webs woven into each other to form a gigantic net. He remembered the first time he had seen the overwhelming chaos in the Meadow, and how in his confusion, had Sliced into the women's bathroom in his barracks. Strife smiled faintly at the embarrassing memory, he had been such a Rookie then. But look at me now. .
"Where, Rag?" he muttered quietly. She did not answer - Strife supposed that she was still angry with him for some odd reason - but a bunch of Threads to the right of him began to glow with a crimson color. He walked over to the red mess and ever so delicately began to sort through them using the very tip of his Blade and his free hand. He pulled, tugged, wove, and untangled the various Threads of that universe until Rag flashed brightly when she touched the single Thread that connected to the Meadow on Earth.
Strife sighed with relief as he slid Rag smoothly under the Thread, being careful not to cut it just yet. Finding that particular Thread in the thousands that had been tangled with it had taken concentration and a lot of time. Now came the easy part. He found the Timeline of that universe rather easily; it was an abnormally thick Thread that pulsed with bright red light. Strife held it in his left hand and looked at it closely, as usual, there were minute notches on it that were spaced every ten years. He gently grasped the Thread connecting Earth with the same hand and pulled it to the Timeline, feeling as a result every single Thread in the Meadow being pulled towards him since they were all connected. Even the sky and the ground seemed to tilt towards him a little.
Strife ignored the usual phenomenon and ran the tip of Rag across the part of the Thread that contained the years A.C 190-200 and once again she flashed brightly at the spot where A.C 198 was. He marked the place extremely carefully with his fingernail. The mark would do no harm to the Timeline itself; it would just be of help to him when he was ready to Slice.
He took a deep breath and began to raise his Blade, but Rag interrupted by finally deciding to speak up. "Strife, are you sure you want to do it this way?" she asked worriedly.
Strife rolled his eyes. "I told you already," he snapped impatiently. "There's not enough time to Slice to Earth and then go back in time from there. There's something wrong, Rag. I can feel it. I have to go, now."
She was not giving up. "It's too dangerous, Strife! If you miss by even a millimeter..."
"We'll end up in The Void," he finished for her, grimly. He could feel her nod furiously, but he ignored her. "I can think of worse fates," he said simply.
Now it was Rag's turn to sigh. She knew that tone of voice. It was the voice he used when he was set on doing something and absolutely nothing was going to stop him. "Alright," she said resignedly, "let's rock and roll."
Strife could sense that her heart was not in it, but he did not care. Instead, he carefully placed the Timeline directly on top of the Thread that connected to Earth so that there appeared to be only one crimson Thread instead of two. He then raised Ragnarok, found the tiny mark he had made on the Timeline, prayed he wouldn't miss, and swung her forcefully down, aiming for the mark. There would have been little risk if he had just sliced one Thread at a time, but two Threads at once required more power and therefore raised the chances of missing the mark. Fortunately, his aim was true
Strife sighed with relief as he saw the ordinary, brilliant bright red flash, and heard the low rolling sound that reminded him of thunder. He eyed his Slice with satisfaction. It was perfect. It was a narrow red cut in the air of the Meadow, almost as if the air were a solid thing that one could slice through, which was really true in a sense. He had not actually cut through the Threads themselves, which was impossible. He had merely caused the Threads to react in a certain way to his Blade, and so while it seemed as if he had cut through the Threads themselves, he had merely cut open the fabric of space and time instead.
Strife could see a small sliver of sky through the Slice of the Meadow of the Earth. One could always tell that they had successfully Sliced to another planet by looking at the color of the sky in the Meadow. The color reflected the general aura of the planet, and so one would know immediately if they were on the wrong planet. Strife gasped in shock as he gazed at the palest, purest blue sky he had ever seen. That's impossible. No world could be this peaceful.
"Wow..." he breathed, still shocked. "Can the Earth really be so much at peace with itself?"
Rag was beaming, just happy that they were still alive and not floating somewhere in The Void. "Sure," she replied brightly. When Strife did not respond and remained gazing dumbfounded at the tiny sliver of blue sky, she said a bit impatiently, "You know you could get a better look at that sky if you actually stepped through your Slice..."
Strife shook his head slowly, and tore his gaze away from the Slice. "Yeah...you're right," he said eventually. "Let's go."
Rag blazed brighter in answer, and he plunged her tip into the Slice and pushed one edge of it to the side and also pulled it downwards until the Slice was large enough for him to step through. It would only stay enlarged for a few minutes though, and the Slice would disappear after he went through it.
Strife could see most of the Meadow now. It was identical to the one on Lothos, except of course for the color of the sky. It was an odd thing to see an alien Meadow floating suspended in the middle of his Meadow. In all of his years as an Assassin, he had never quite gotten used to the sight. It was almost like a strange picture...a three-dimensional picture hanging in the middle of his living room.
He heard Rag laugh at his silly thoughts and he glared at her. She didn't stop laughing. Strife sighed wearily and stepped through the hole in the air.
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Odessa could see with the eyes of Diablo. She had found a spot in The Void where his aura was overwhelmingly oppressive. Perhaps it was near where her heart used to be - she did not know. She sat at the very edge of the odd mass of thick, black aura and found that she could actually hear and see what Diablo heard and saw.
And so she sat, careful not to touch the aura, watching helplessly as the handsome young Gundam pilot fought her valiantly and lost. Odessa had known that he would lose. She had been an excellent swordsman even before she had merged, and with Diablo, she was invincible. But what had shook her to the core was that the young pilot - she believed Heero was his name - had kept on fighting after he had received his wound.
Diablo's darkness had poisoned him, which was obvious by the way he staggered and swayed on his feet. But even when Diablo had used a magic windblast to push him back, even when he knew that he had lost, he kept on fighting. He did not give up.
At the instant when Diablo realized this, he was taken off guard. Seizing her opportunity, Odessa had managed to see Heero's aura using intense concentration. She had almost fainted with shock. His aura was the same deep, dark blue as Strife's. It spoke of his determination, his inner strength, his intelligence, his will to fight, his capability to be icy cold - like Strife's. But she had seen a flash of pure white light within that dark blue that also spoke of his capacity for kindness and compassion. It was a purity that could never be extinguished or tainted by Diablo's darkness. Just like Strife's aura.
When Odessa had seen Heero's aura, she knew that she could not let him die. And yet there was nothing much she could do except watch as the frozen boy was butchered by her hands. She gazed at his intense blue eyes, and watched as emotion swirled there, unimpeded by Diablo's paralyze spell. She saw defiance there, being gradually replaced by acceptance and calmness, but she saw no fear. Something else was shining in his eyes, and his aura changed perceptibly - it was as if he were thinking of someone...
Her thoughts were interrupted by magic. Odessa could feel that someone was Slicing into the Meadow. Who is that? Of course Diablo could sense it too, so he turned his head. She saw through his eyes a thin red cut in the air, and the tip of a fiery crimson sword being stuck through it to enlarge it. She recognized the Blade. Ragnarok...but no. It can't be...
But it was. One black boot appeared in front of the other, and then long arms and legs, dark messy hair, those piercing green eyes, and all five feet of the blazing red sword stepped through the Slice.
Odessa wanted to sob with happiness and relief. Strife...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that took so long, but it's obviously a long part. Guess what? Strife meets Heero and the other Gundam pilots in the next part, so you don't want to miss it!! EMAIL ME!!! Cutlass317@aol.com (My hyperlinks haven't been working lately and I don't think this one will either but don't let that keep you from emailing me!!!)