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Ayanami: YES!! I BOUGHT THE G-BOYS ON E-BAY!! MUAHAHAHHA!!! *pause* Wait, whadda mean I can't do that?!? *pause* But...but...pleeeeeeease!!! *pause* No? But, I- *pause* Are you sure about that? But- *pause* But- *pauses and sighs heavily* Kuso. So close too. *sighs again* Maybe next time. *calls out* I'll always be waiting for you guys!!!
G-Boys: *they look very relieved, and actually thank the lawyer.*
Lawyer: *hands the G-Boys the bill*
G-Boys: *shoot lawyer and walk away*
Ayanami: *sighs and stares after them* At least they shot him for me. Thx guys!
Note: Ayanami is on a perpetual sugar high...prepare for a REALLY weird fic after this one is done. That, and mindless fluff. After writing this giant thing, I'm in the mood for LOTS and LOTS of mindless fluff. But that won't be for a few chapters, I think. This one will end soon, hopefully.
Falling Angels: Chapter 10
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She watch Quatre through the restaurant window. He was running past, yelling into a cell phone. She could swear he was cursing. Cerena had never, ever heard him curse before, but there's a first time for everything.
Wonder what he could be so worried about? Certainly not about finding me. They've had six months to look for me, why now? No, that's not it, what could it be? After a moment she shrugged to herself, and went back to her meal.
It doesn't matter why they're looking for me. After all this time, my whole life, I finally know exactly who I am. And, sure as hell, a Princess of Sank I am not. she thought the final line with certainty.
Cerena, don't hide from us. Please, just let Quatre find you. Please. Chris had already tried her cell phone, but Quatre found it on her desk in the office. She wasn't home either, or if she was, she wasn't answering. He had also contacted Duo and Hilde. They were busy trying to deactivate the bomb. Quatre would be joining them as soon as he could, but he had wanted to look for Cerena once more.
As he passed by L1 on his way to L2 three Aries joined him. No one but the five Gundam pilots had Mobile Suits now, but somehow they had hidden away the distinctive red and black suits. One of the suits was a deep green and white, clashing with the two that it accompanied. That one would be Kay. She never excelled at mobile suit piloting, but she was good enough to do the job.
Three faces appeared on his screen.
"I see you got yourself a new suit, Angel." Em said, smiling.
Chris, in no mood to smile or joke, gave a very Heero Yuy-ish answer.
"Hn."
"Chris, we got dirt." Kay spoke up.
"Eh?"
"Our friendly terrorists have no name, but calling themselves 'Nanashi' when needed." (AN: correct spelling on Nanashi?)
"Nanashi?" Aaron inquired
"No-name is what is translates to in Japanese." Chris answered.
"Oh. You speak Japanese?"
"Umm, duh, we are japanese, if you didn't notice." Kay replied, covering for the both of them in the sarcasm department.
"Hmm....Nanashi, then." Em mused.
"Someone call me?" a strange person broke into the conversation.
"What, who are you?" she demanded.
"I have no name, I used to be called Nanashi, but you may call me Trowa Barton." he introduced himself. Heavyarms pulled out from behind a piece of debris from the war.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to inform you, I brought a friend along." Chris said, a slight grin on his face.
Em only growled at him. Kay broke out laughing.
"You'll never let her live that one down, will you?" she managed to squeak out.
"Never." he replied simply, and cut the connection to the two Demons.
"Trowa, what do you got." Chris asked.
"Small bombs set all over the colony over a period of at least eight months. No way we can disarm all of them singly." he replied, in a monotone.
"And the central control?"
"There is none. Each bomb is separate. The timer, power supply, everything is self contained."
"So what can we do?"
"At this late date? With only an hour and a half to go? Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"We can probably save a few thousand people. There are shuttles coming in from every colony up to L40 to pick people up."
"What about the other colonies and earth?"
"Too far away, the shuttles either won't get there in time, or they won't be able to clear the blast area in time."
"Hn."
Kay was tired of these two monotone boys. She put her thrusters on full, and sped ahead, towards the colony.
"Kay! What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to help those people. There's got to be something I can do!" she said, and cut the connection.
"No, Kay, Wait!" he called, futiley. Chris slumped back in his chair. I don't want to lose you, too.
He closed his eyes, and sighed. He started praying for all he was worth, hoping that his Lord would think enough of this angel to help him here, in his time of most desperate need.
He then cut his connection to Trowa in Heavyarms and chased after his sister.
Cerena almost choked on her chicken as she alarms started to blare.
"What the Hell!"
She gasped as she saw the messages on every monitor around, that soon were read aloud over the giant speakers that were used to make public announcements.
"The colony has received a major bomb threat. Please remain calm and go to your designated area for evacuation." somebody, probably a computer, said, emotionless.
"Oh no! Quatre was looking for me! And that's why!" she felt incredibly guilty. She bowed her head for a moment, then it came up, with a cold hardness in her eyes. I am not afraid of death. I sure there are enough shuttles for everyone. No matter whey people would do for Relena Peacecraft, I am Cerena Dorlian. I won't go to Quatre, I'll wait in the lines, with everyone else.
She then walked calmly off towards her designated evacuation area.
Chris landed his Gundam, and jumped out, to see and hear the alarms everywhere. He shook his head. How can they expect people not to panic if they're making all this noise, and obviously panicing themselves.
Then, "Wait! The evac area! That's where Cerena'll be!" he yelled out loud, and climbed back into his Gundam. He quickly flew to the evac areas, his heart beating hard, and his brow sweating. "Just be there, Cerena. Please, be there."
Cerena stopped by her apartment before going to the shuttles. She picked up her backpack. The one she never really unpacked, from that day six months ago. In fact, she only opened it to look at the album, which was, without a doubt, her most prized possession. She slung the bag over her shoulder, and begin to run to the evac areas.
Chris has tapped into the colony computers, and searched the database for Cerena's profile. It contained all the important info the colony kept on her, including her evac area. F-9.
He was about to close the file, when something caught his eye. "Three unpaid parking tickets, ne? Oh, Cerena, I'm ashamed." he saved the file to his own disk, and headed to area F-9.
Duo and Quatre had given up. They disarmed every bomb they could find within a mile of the evac areas, but it was too late now.
"All we can do it hope it's enough. I hope some of them survive to get picked up after the blast." Quatre sighed.
"So, who makes it out?" Duo asked, his eyes wide.
"Well, 152 shuttles are gonna come in time. That means the first 152 groups. A-1 through A-50, B-1 through B-50 and C-1 through C-50, and D-1 and -2"
"How many groups aren't gonna make it?" Hilde asked weakly.
"Sections D through H." Quatre replied. "100 people in a group, 50 groups in a section, about 25,000 people." he said softly.
"Which group is Relena in?" her voice cracked.
"I have no idea." he closed his eyes.
I am sorry, Chris. I am so sorry.
He turned his back, and headed towards the private shuttle that he had crammed full of people in the later groups.
"Let's go, there's only an hour left."
Chris pushed his way through the crowds, screaming out her name. Time was running out. Only one hour left. He had searched the group three times, and yet he hadn't caught a single glimpse of Cerena.
She also hadn't signed in with the man in charge of the group. She wasn't there. He set his jaw, and began to search through another group of scared and frightened people.
Cerena looked at her watch, and said, aloud, "Screw it. I'm no high and mighty princess, I want to live. The closer to A, the closer I am to gettin' out."
She began to shove her way to another section. Walking with a fake limp, she puppy-eyed her way into the D-20 group. It was the highest one she could worm her way into.
She sat on the ground next to some older people, and didn't allow herself to think, or worry about her situation.
But, somehow, he thoughts wandered to Chris. Chris, if you're looking for me, forgive me. I can't accept special treatment for what I once was. she smiled wryly to herself. But I sure as hell can con my way into a good thing. God, I love being a hypocrite. I could never do something like this before!
She checked her watch. Good, the woman in front said they'll have us out of here in two hours, no less. She check her watch again, then settled in for a good long wait.
Chris' frantic search continued, but as he checked through the sign in list at G-50, his watch beeped at him. Oh, God, only forty five minutes to go.
Sections F and G clear, with no sign of Cerena, he set off to check through E.
AHHHH!!!!! Can't I stop with these fricking cliffhangers??!! Nope! I love them, I love to hate them...ahh whatever. Next part out tomorrow, I promise!!
-Ayanami_Chan
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