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Disclaimer : I don't own GW*too bad*.So back off already you pesky lawyers!!!Oh yeah, I do own all new characters.
AN:This is my first fanfic.Flame me if u want to, I don't care.Sorry if the characters may seem a little out of character.
Chapter 1
"I'm sorry, gentlemen.We did all we could." The doctor's voice carried an air of sorrow,like a funeral procession."He was in the final stage of the disease.The disease had taken his nervous and circulatory system, then his digestive system."
Each word struck them like a bullet.Heero,Trowa,Duo, and Wufei stood solemnly,tears blooming like glass roses in their eyes.Why didn't Quatre tell them?It didn't matter now, he was dead.Even Duo was quiet, not his usual cheerful self.
" I suggest you have your friend cremated.There's a good chance the disease may spread from the corpse." The young doctor suggested.
"I suppose you won't allow us to see the body." Heero spoke up.
"In this case it is against our rules."
"Well thank you for your time sir.We'll be leaving now." Trowa got up and left, followed by the other gundam pilots.
"This is unbelievable.First Rashid, now Quatre.Do you think there is a connection?"Duo broke the silence that hung heavily in the car.
"It's a disease,Duo..."Wufei muttered but was interrupted by the grim Wing Zero pilot.
"It could be a man-made disease.Maybe someone had a reason for killing Rashid and Quatre." That statement made the burden of sorrow even ten times heavier than it already was for everyone.Once again silence filled the car, as thick raindrops peppered the windshield and beat the roof of the car.
'Quatre always loved the rain...' the thought passed through Trowa's mind involuntarily and it gave way to a merciless flood of memories.
Once they reached home,the gundam pilots retreated to their respective dorm rooms, each left to their own melancholic thoughts.
Heero threw down his leather coat over the back of a chair and threw himself down on the bed. He tried to get some sleep but had no luck.He only stared up at the white ceiling above him.The room was dark and dreary, the hunter green drapes keeping the light out.On the night table beside his bed stood a framed photo of the gundam pilots, Relena and Rashid, taken one year ago at a celebration party,after the defeat of Dekim Barton.He could safely say he had been happier than ever before on that evening. Yes, Relena had loved him then , and Quatre was still alive.Now it was different,Relena seemed to be avoiding him,claiming she was busy.And Quatre was now dead.He realized he no longer had anyone to protect, now he became the cold, nameless, emotionless soldier.
That familiar mechanical claw closed and opened as it materialized on the computer screen. Heero had forgotten to shut down the computer this morning when he had heard the news of Quatre's death.
"Heero, I've intercepted several secret messages being transmitted to the colonies. The messages are tied to a sect calling themselves the Sons Of Ahriman. They claim to have access to nuclear weapons, gundanium,chemical and biological agents, and they claim to be the bringers of Armageddon.It looks like they are forming some sort of a network both in space and on earth. Your mission is to destroy their leader.Do you accept this mission?"
"Mission accepted." acknowledged the wild haired teen, already getting up.
"Wait.You'll need help on this one.I need you to find this man.He'll help you on your mission." a photo of a tall, strongly built man with dark grey hair appeared on the screen.He was a gypsy and looked to be about 40.Beside him stood a young, slim gypsy girl of about 13, with curly long hair that were darker than a crow's wing.Her purple eyes seemed to be watching Heero, as if she was actually standing there in person.Beside the photo appeared the profile of the man.Heero scanned it quickly, instantly memorizing everything he needed to know.Then he stood up, checked his gun, grabbed his leather jacket and was out the door.