A/N: Welcome my people! This is the latest installment of Gundam Evil 2! I'd like to apologize first for not getting this part out sooner. I had family over and got a little distracted. Anyway, want to help me out here? All you have to do is contact one of your friends or whatever and be like "Yo, Bardock's got this cool story called 'Gundam Evil'. It's really cool, so check it out." (Man, have I stooped so low as to actually ask my readers to get me some more readers? Yes. Man, I'm pathetic.) If you do you can be my friend. ^_~
Anyway, in the last chapter Trowa and Duo pondered over Heero's current situation. Is Heero in danger? We don't know yet…Well, I do. Anyway, Trowa and Duo are now thieves and have committed assault. Now that Trowa has the supplies, Duo and he can finally leave for Colony L45.
Legal Disclaimer…Ah, hell with it. You know the drill.
GUNDAM EVIL 2 Chapter 3
By SSJ_Bardock
Trowa had finally gathered all the supplies from that store. He had bought some water, food, duffle bags and a first aid kit. That had seemed to be everything that they would need. Well, what Trowa could get from that store. There were still a few things to pick up. Being a Gundam pilot, Trowa knew the ins and outs of explosives. Heero had been the one to use that knowledge the first time, when he made the pipe bombs. Trowa now figured it was his turn to provide the fun.
"It would only be courteous of me," Trowa said with a small smirk.
Then he mentally kicked himself for making a joke in this type of situation. People were dying and Trowa was making jokes. Oh, wasn't he just the humanitarian for the year? A scowl found its way on Trowa's usually stoic features. He didn't even know why he had made a joke.
"Must be hanging around Duo too much," Trowa said with a slight smirk.
No sooner had Trowa finished that last thought than he pulled up to the hardware store. There he would buy the necessary equipment for the explosives. These weren't just anybody though, the mutations, or rather creations, were tough so it would take a little something extra for them to go down. (For safety reasons I shall not put what ingredients go into neither a bomb, nor the steps to making one. Keep in mind that I don't know how, but I'm sure I could find it on the Internet. But I won't. –Bardock)
It had been just about half an hour when Trowa had finally got all the supplies and had made it back to the gun shop. Once he did, he parked the truck out front and honked the horn twice to let Duo know he was there. It worked, because just as he did, Duo opened the door and walked outside, hands full of weaponry. Duo also seemed to be grumbling about something as well.
"What is it Duo?"
"Took you long enough Barton. I could've been caught or something," Duo said as he set the guns into the truck bed (it's a pick-up).
"Well your truck broke down and I needed to fix it. You should've taken it in for a checkup at an auto center. When was the last time you had a tune up anyway?" Trowa asked as he disappeared into the store.
Duo didn't say anything for a moment and then, "That's not the point. It was working fine when I was driving it," came.
Trowa emerged just as Duo went back inside, "So you're blaming it on me then?" Trowa asked.
"Yep," could be heard from inside the store.
Duo came outside again and shook his head at Trowa, "That's all of it."
With a grunt, Duo set down the rest of the guns in the truck. Leaning up against the truck, Duo gave a long sigh and stretched his arms. Looking around Duo took a good look at the town they were currently in. It was a decent neighborhood, it looked like there was hardly any crime.
"Well, we've changed that now," Duo, mused.
"Changed what?" Trowa asked.
"Ah, nothing. Just thinking that's all."
"Then I don't want to know," Trowa said with a wave of his hand.
"Well, let's get going then," said Duo as he walked around the truck.
No sooner had Trowa sat down then a groan coming from Duo could be heard.
"Where the hell did this dent come from!"
Trowa raised an eyebrow, "What dent, Duo?"
"The one on my door!" yelled Duo pointing a finger at the object of his lunacy.
"Must have been there before I drove it, because it wasn't there when I was driving it. Anyway, come on Duo, Heero could be in danger."
"Yeah, okay," said a defeated Duo as he got into the truck.
With a turn of his key, the truck came to life and Duo pulled the truck out into the street. Trowa all the while, looking away from Duo's gazes of accusation. Trowa was smarter than to admit to doing something like that. Besides, what was the point of adding conflict to an all ready tense situation? It would be another twenty minutes before they reached the nearest shuttle, so Trowa would have a while to keep himself occupied.
When they arrived at the docking bay for the shuttles, it was nearly midnight. The time had just seemed to fly by during their conflict. Between the time that Heero had contacted them and the time they had finally gotten to the shuttles a lot could've happened. For all they knew, Heero could've been killed, or worse…
But that was not on the minds of Duo and Trowa as they began preparations for taking off. First on the agenda was actually getting a shuttle large enough to take the truck. If they were going into a hostile environment, then they were going prepared. Plus, there was no sense walking around when you could have a truck.
Getting the shuttle was Duo's job. Duo was the expert at stealth and computer hacking, though he rarely took the time needed to hack into computers. He didn't have the kind of patience that Heero had. But still, he possessed the skills necessary when push came to shove, and that time was now. So Duo got the shuttle while Trowa did, well, Duo didn't know what Trowa was doing, but Duo did see him mixing something or other. Duo hadn't really been paying attention.
Finding the right shuttle was easy enough. He had spotted a cargo ship right off the bat, but the problem was that the cargo ships had awfully tough security codes. Depending on what model it was, it could take Duo anywhere from a few seconds to an hour and if he wasn't careful the security system would go off. The security systems ranged from electric shock to plain alarms. It was just a mixed fruit basket with shuttles in this era. Of course, with people like Duo around, high security was always needed.
Trowa had decided to let Duo get the shuttle while he would handle other matters. Duo hadn't objected much and had left fairly soon. What Trowa was doing was simple; he was mixing the ingredients to create some explosives. It was amazing what things could be done with the simplest of items that you could find in your local supermarket. Then add in a few things like gunpowder and you've got yourself quite the little toy.
It was rather boring though. Trowa was used to action, but this was necessary. They had to bring in the heavy artillery if they wanted to survive. Who knew what Umbrella had cooked up this time? Perhaps something even stronger than the Tyrant? Trowa shivered at that thought alone, subconsciously touching the scars on his abdomen.
"How long will I keep reliving that though?" Trowa thought silently, staring out a window, which displayed the emptiness of space. "How much longer will the nightmares continue?"
He was jarred out of his thoughts when Duo came bounding up to the truck with a grin plastered on his face.
"I got one!" Duo exclaimed in triumph.
Trowa nodded absently as Duo climbed into the truck. A glance in Trowa's direction and Duo frowned. Trowa always seemed to be thinking about something. Duo could only imagine what about. There was so much that the other Gundam pilots didn't know about him. He was so quiet and secretive. At times it could be disturbing.
Duo sighed and eased the truck into the back of the shuttle. Glancing into the rearview mirror he caught sight of a flash of movement.
"What the hell?" Duo said.
Trowa looked over at Duo, "What is it?"
Duo pressed a finger to his lips, silencing the other pilot as he got out of the truck. Reaching an arm into the back of the truck, Duo pulled out a handgun and began to slowly walk around the back. Reaching up to the control panel at the end of the shuttle, Duo tapped a few keys and the door to the hanger closed. Whatever was in here wasn't getting out without going through the God of Death first.
Trowa could only look on in confusion as Duo closed the hanger doors. What the hell was Duo doing? Trowa did know that when Duo got like this it had to be serious. So Trowa had kept quiet and resisted the urge to ask Duo what was going on. Instead he eased out of the truck as well and also grabbed a gun. The cool metal of the Remington shotgun felt good in Trowa's hands in the dark. Slowly Trowa too, walked around the back to where Duo was.
Duo's eyes were currently scanning the inside of the hanger. He was positive he saw something come in. Watching as Trowa crept closer, Duo hunched down to look under the truck. His eyes were greeted by nothing. In anger, Duo cringed. He couldn't find it. Duo rubbed his eyes, fatigue was setting in. Giving out a loud sigh Duo spoke.
"I'm guess I'm just too tired. I'm seeing things."
Trowa's eyebrows scrunched together in thought, "What did you see?"
"I thought I saw someone enter the hanger. But that's impossible. We would've seen them all ready. I'm just too tired," Duo said absently as he waved a hand.
Trowa paused for a moment and then seemed to agree with Duo as he put the shotgun back in the truck. For some strange reason he just felt strange. Like he could sense something in the shuttle with them. "Must be paranoid," he mused to himself.
As the two pilots got into the cockpit, Duo fell into the copilot's seat, tipping his black cap over his eyes. "You can handle the ship for a while. I need some sleep."
Trowa was about to argue when Duo started to snore. With a slight sigh, Trowa sat down into the pilot's chair and got ready to take off. Making the necessary checks, Trowa eased the shuttle out of the docking bay and into the darkness of space. Space was so dark, uncaring, and cold.
"So cold…" Trowa said as he started shaking.
Images flashed through his mind. Those images mainly consisted of when he was floating through space after the Vayeate had exploded. It all came rushing back to him like a tidal wave. The Mercurius, the Vayeate and the Wing ZERO. The colony and amnesia. Then, above all, space. The cold, dark, vast, loneliness of space was haunting in its memory.
Duo opened his eyes briefly and caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking over at Trowa, he noticed the pilot 03 was clutching himself and shaking, coupled with a far off look.
"So cold…" Trowa stammered.
"Trowa," Duo said leaning over.
Trowa didn't respond though, as he continued shaking. Duo reached over and grabbed a hold of Trowa's shoulders. Looking right into his eyes, Duo could only plead with the pilot.
"Trowa snap out of it! Trowa!" Duo yelled.
Gritting his teeth, Duo pulled an arm back and slapped his fellow Gundam pilot across the face. Trowa looked up at Duo and blinked a few times. He had stopped shaking and his breaths were coming in at a more normal pace.
"Thanks Duo."
"Yeah well I don't think I should let you handle the controls for a while. Go get some sleep," Duo said as he pushed Trowa out of the pilot's chair.
Trowa gave a slight nod and got up, "When you get too tired wake me up okay?"
"Yeah sure buddy. Now go get some sleep; you look like hell."
Not taking notice of the last comment, Trowa just shut his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
"Now I get finally get some quiet around here," Duo said with a grin.
Trowa didn't hear him though as he was already fast asleep. Once again the same dream returned to the normally stoic pilot. He'd been having it more and more frequently lately. It was always the same place at the same time. It was back when he was young in the mercenary troop. He was, as usual piloting a Leo mobile suit.
Flashback
"This is
No-Name, damage to various
parts has rendered this Mobile Suit non-operational. I'm leaving the line of
battle," Trowa spoke.
"Roger, good work!"
Then he was in the forest, heading
back to the base. That's when he heard something in the bushes. Someone was out
there. Quickly he drew his gun.
"Come out!" he shouted.
A young girl with blonde hair and an
electronic device around her neck stepped out into the open. Trowa watched her
carefully as she walked.
"What are you doing here?" he
questioned.
"I…" she struggled to talk, "I'm
Midii. Midii Une."
From there, Trowa had taken her back
to the mercenary camp, where the others were stationed. The images changed and
went to another encounter with the mysterious girl calling herself Midii Une.
Trowa was doing some maintenance work on a mobile suit, while Midii stood by,
fooling with the device around her neck.
"If you want, there's work
available," he told her.
Midii continued to fool with the
device, "Why did you help me?"
Trowa turned his head back to the
mobile suit, "Because we're the same."
"Huh?"
"You're me."
"What do you mean?" she questioned.
Trowa didn't answer her and
continued to work on the mobile suit. He would continue working on it all day.
Midii had sat by and had kept fooling with that device around her neck. Trowa
was so caught up in his work he didn't notice her walk up to him. When he did,
he turned around. Looking down, she had extended a hand; in it was a gold cross
on a chain.
"What's that?" he asked.
"It's to thank you for helping me.
Wear this and God will protect you."
Trowa gazed at the cross until the
commander broke him out of his thoughts, "No-Name! We're leaving!"
"Right," he said as he joined the
others.
Images flashed by until it stopped.
The scene was after a group of the resistance had joined the Federation. Trowa
had saved the captain and was back at the base. As he walked by Midii, she gave
him a sad look.
"No-Name, can't you look sad? You
killed the men who used to be your comrades, didn't you?"
"I used up all my sadness when I was
a baby," he responded.
"And you're going to keep acting
like this? Killing your own heart, aren't you?"
Trowa looked at her for a moment,
and then settled on the device around her neck, "It's that, is it…?" he
thought.
"How long do you plan to wear the
mask that never cries?" she asked.
"For as long as I manage to live…"
With that last statement, Trowa left
her with her thoughts. The last scene came. It was that bloody day when the
Federation began a full-scale assault to eliminate the Rebels. Bombs were dropped
from planes on the camp. Midii screamed out and Trowa reached to her.
"Grab my hand Midii!" he yelled.
She did and the two of them sped
away on a motorcycle.
"I'm not going to thank you!" she
yelled at him.
"Don't worry, I'm not expecting you
to," he told her.
"I… I have no right to live."
"Me neither," he told her as he
dodged the blasts.
That's when Trowa found the captain
lying on the ground. Trowa knelt down beside him. He'd been too late; the man
was dead. That's when Trowa looked over his shoulder at Midii.
"How much did you get?" he asked
her.
"Enough so that my three little
brothers and sick father will be able to eat for a while."
"The device around your neck is a
transmitter, isn't it? The Federation could hear every move we made," he
accused her.
"That's right, but you're still
alive. You're the only one."
He then yanked off the cross
necklace, "Because of this?"
"Let me tell you. That cross is a
transmitter also."
That's when Trowa grabbed his gun
and pointed at her.
"So even you can get angry, hm?
No-Name…You once said that I was you. But I'm completely different. I'm not
happy like you."
"You're saying I'm happy?" he asked.
Midii then took the device off, "You
have freedom, you're much happier than me. You have nothing that can be taken
away from you. No name, no past, and right now, not even companions. I have the
name Midii Une. I have a sick father and three little brothers. Because of that
I had to become a spy and cause the deaths of lots of people. I can't even tell
the person that I like that I like him! Do you understand why?"
Trowa was speechless. The girl was
pouring her heart out.
"Because I'm not empty like you! I
have too much! A family! A home! The knowledge of what bad things I've done! That's
why I hate empty people like you!" she yelled.
"Is that all you've got to say?" he
asked. "You're better off than me. You have somewhere to go home. Goodbye,
Midii."
Trowa fired two shots as the girl
closed her eyes. He didn't shoot her though, only the cross that she had given
him. Trowa turned around to leave.
"Wait! No-Name!" she called.
That was the last he saw of the
mysterious girl known as Midii Une. From that point he had gone into space on
the L3 Colonies to work on a new mobile suit.
End Flashback
Trowa's eyes slowly opened. Looking around he noticed that he was still on the shuttle. To his left, Duo was sound asleep; most likely leaving the autopilot do the work. That's when he felt it, on his cheek. Reaching a hand up to his cheek, he rubbed it and pulled his hand back. On his fingers were his tears. But, why was he crying? That had happened years ago, so why now would he remember these things, much less, have them make him cry.
"Why now…" he said.
A/N: There you go people. Yeah, yeah, I know, it's boring. Did you at least like that little flashback sequence? I'm not really sure why I put that in there (most likely to take up space ^_~ ). Okay, so I lied. I know exactly why I put that in there, but you don't! Well, how was this installment? Once again I'd like to apologize for this taking so long to get out. I'm just getting lazy. Oh, and if isn't too much trouble, please visit my website, okay? I could use it. And if you do happen to visit, please vote for me in the non-yaoi top 50? Please? For me?
Next Chapter: It's taken me long enough, but the next chapter will probably have some action in it! The pilots meet up and Trowa discovers someone stowing away on the shuttle. What kind of person stows away on a shuttle that leads, well, basically to hell? They better have a good reason!
