AHHH!! OH MY GOD I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER SO BANAID (I think that's the name of the company) AND ALL THE OTHER GOINT OWNERS OF GUNDAM WING PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!!!
~flings out her pockets to reveal nothing but growing tumble weeds and moths flutter out~
OH and THE SAME GOES TO WHO EVER IT IS THAT NOW OWNS THE RIGHTS TO THE SONG "Ghost riders in the sky" since it's original compose is probably rotting now.
We're all good folk here in fanfic author land, right guys?
~A mob of writers step forward, many holding "I love you" signs to their favorite Gundam Character~
"RIGHT!"
Yes so please we won't harm anyone just let us drool over them in private over our keyboards and L.E.D. computer screens. J
So ON WITH THE STORY...
****
Treize Krushrenada nimbly started at the hardwood grain of his desk. After relieving the young man of his presence it was all he could do with the results.
A spy; and a damn bold one too. Just what OZ needed now. They were vulnerable at this period, the Alliance was on unsteady ground with his political prodding at the moment and the frequent terrorist attacks of the Gundams did nothing to improve his groups situation.
They'd had run ins with this particular one seemly, in the past. Though the stunts would be found immediately the only reason he was called a spy and not prankster like terrorist, was his animosity. Even terrorists with a sense of humor, not unlike the pilot of Gundam 02, came under surveillance once in awhile and had records. With this devil there was nothing and though the individual did not have the mobility and power of a destructive Gundam he reeked havoc no mobile suit could.
Yes once in a while he'd receive report of a rare attack on the Alliance by whom he could identify no other fiend than this 'friend' of his being able to pull it off but they had very little to hide.
By this minor switching of targets sometimes it quickly became obvious the person was apart from the Alliance. But what group was it, why hadn't he heard of them yet!
The crackle of crunching paper in his fist was the only sound in the room in the blackness.
****
A whole month went by after the report was received in relative calm, not one attack, spy nor Gundam to the General's relief. Sighing he sat back to look over the latest deaths' silently putting away each of the soldiers and citizens names into the back of his memory. Once Oz had rule, the war would be over, he'd be able to rest along with the inflicting role it had on him. His father too, though rest his soul would have his wish and maybe finally relieve his son of his own military goals, forced into him for succession.
I don't want to kill anymore…
Against his childhood teachings of grace his head hung slack against his chest, his arms similar hanging over arm rests and his body slumped down within his chair. Then suddenly queer noise began to filter into his rooms from the corridor it continued till he mildly decipher a present beat.
Alarmed at the breach in code he raised himself, his melancholy state forgotten as the old display of elegant strength returned and he strode to his door.
When he opened it he was met with the blasting loudness of the old earth song from the 20th century, 'Ghost Riders in The Sky'. His brows furred at the haunting vocals but then sounding to the right of him down the hallways he head a blast not unlike that of the explosives.
The spy.
The realization rippled through him and though his instincts pushed him to move and pursue personal survival he remained in his position in the hallways as the blasts got closer.
Let them kill me he thought fleetingly, end the worlds' suffering and let me die as a legend.
It was a few seconds before he could see the flames that leapt out of the odd personnel apartment, could hear the gun fire and a screaming voice that was belting out the lyrics to the song, but finally the cloaked figure which the whaling was coming from. He approached with the likeness of Death, black cloak, most likely fireproof, billowing around and behind him in contrast to the flames to above and to the sides of him. An antique six shooter briefly pushed aside the sound of the violin that still soared over the intercom with a shot and when he turned his masked face to Treize a foil was pulled from the folds of fabric and he charged.
Oz's general remained transfixed by the scene till finally snapping out of it he rushed back into his suite drawing his own weapon.
With a wailed yippee- yi- yea his prosuer stormed in and for a moment Treize had the ability to marvel at his costume, his brow, along with his nose and one cheek were covered in a brilliant white mass like that of which the phantom of the opera would wear. His eyes betrayed no colour what so ever only endless black, and then the rest was forgotten as he thrust the first attack.
"Will you general, to become like the lonesome cowboy?!" The attackers voice rose in a deep baritone. "Doomed to chase the devils herd or do I not need to condemn you to your fate. Will you change your ways!"
Treize laughed scornfully while his heart longed to give in.
"I wish yes. But unfortunately my own wishes are not all that is in consideration here, so I must," and with this he parried the next thrust and sent back own that left his attacker tumbling, "regretfully, decline."
The spy lay there momentarily till suddenly with widening eyes and a flurry of black he disappeared.
To his surprise Lady Une whom had most recently arrived ran past in the direction he had gone to only return after a minute.
" Sir…"
~~~*AUTHOR NOTE TIME!!!*~~~
Yes I realize the last chapter was a really short one but Oh! I just can't resist a cliffhanger! My apologizes I send out you people out there in computer land since this one kind was too. I've got a few more pages written but I won't post them yet, tomorrow maybe but I'm using this time to extend the time which I have to spend writing new chapters. *Even though I should be studying for finals ~sighs~ OH well, Viva la fans*
Oh and for those that don't know "Ghost riders in the sky" is a country song.
"BOOO!"
~Crouches down past the key board to duck thrown tomatoes and bud light bottles TM~ Yes I know it's country, and old for that matter, but it you listen to the version that was made for Blues Brothers 2000, I think you'll find Dan Akroid with his fellow bluuuues brothers do quite a good job of singing it.
~flings out her pockets to reveal nothing but growing tumble weeds and moths flutter out~
OH and THE SAME GOES TO WHO EVER IT IS THAT NOW OWNS THE RIGHTS TO THE SONG "Ghost riders in the sky" since it's original compose is probably rotting now.
We're all good folk here in fanfic author land, right guys?
~A mob of writers step forward, many holding "I love you" signs to their favorite Gundam Character~
"RIGHT!"
Yes so please we won't harm anyone just let us drool over them in private over our keyboards and L.E.D. computer screens. J
So ON WITH THE STORY...
****
Treize Krushrenada nimbly started at the hardwood grain of his desk. After relieving the young man of his presence it was all he could do with the results.
A spy; and a damn bold one too. Just what OZ needed now. They were vulnerable at this period, the Alliance was on unsteady ground with his political prodding at the moment and the frequent terrorist attacks of the Gundams did nothing to improve his groups situation.
They'd had run ins with this particular one seemly, in the past. Though the stunts would be found immediately the only reason he was called a spy and not prankster like terrorist, was his animosity. Even terrorists with a sense of humor, not unlike the pilot of Gundam 02, came under surveillance once in awhile and had records. With this devil there was nothing and though the individual did not have the mobility and power of a destructive Gundam he reeked havoc no mobile suit could.
Yes once in a while he'd receive report of a rare attack on the Alliance by whom he could identify no other fiend than this 'friend' of his being able to pull it off but they had very little to hide.
By this minor switching of targets sometimes it quickly became obvious the person was apart from the Alliance. But what group was it, why hadn't he heard of them yet!
The crackle of crunching paper in his fist was the only sound in the room in the blackness.
****
A whole month went by after the report was received in relative calm, not one attack, spy nor Gundam to the General's relief. Sighing he sat back to look over the latest deaths' silently putting away each of the soldiers and citizens names into the back of his memory. Once Oz had rule, the war would be over, he'd be able to rest along with the inflicting role it had on him. His father too, though rest his soul would have his wish and maybe finally relieve his son of his own military goals, forced into him for succession.
I don't want to kill anymore…
Against his childhood teachings of grace his head hung slack against his chest, his arms similar hanging over arm rests and his body slumped down within his chair. Then suddenly queer noise began to filter into his rooms from the corridor it continued till he mildly decipher a present beat.
Alarmed at the breach in code he raised himself, his melancholy state forgotten as the old display of elegant strength returned and he strode to his door.
When he opened it he was met with the blasting loudness of the old earth song from the 20th century, 'Ghost Riders in The Sky'. His brows furred at the haunting vocals but then sounding to the right of him down the hallways he head a blast not unlike that of the explosives.
The spy.
The realization rippled through him and though his instincts pushed him to move and pursue personal survival he remained in his position in the hallways as the blasts got closer.
Let them kill me he thought fleetingly, end the worlds' suffering and let me die as a legend.
It was a few seconds before he could see the flames that leapt out of the odd personnel apartment, could hear the gun fire and a screaming voice that was belting out the lyrics to the song, but finally the cloaked figure which the whaling was coming from. He approached with the likeness of Death, black cloak, most likely fireproof, billowing around and behind him in contrast to the flames to above and to the sides of him. An antique six shooter briefly pushed aside the sound of the violin that still soared over the intercom with a shot and when he turned his masked face to Treize a foil was pulled from the folds of fabric and he charged.
Oz's general remained transfixed by the scene till finally snapping out of it he rushed back into his suite drawing his own weapon.
With a wailed yippee- yi- yea his prosuer stormed in and for a moment Treize had the ability to marvel at his costume, his brow, along with his nose and one cheek were covered in a brilliant white mass like that of which the phantom of the opera would wear. His eyes betrayed no colour what so ever only endless black, and then the rest was forgotten as he thrust the first attack.
"Will you general, to become like the lonesome cowboy?!" The attackers voice rose in a deep baritone. "Doomed to chase the devils herd or do I not need to condemn you to your fate. Will you change your ways!"
Treize laughed scornfully while his heart longed to give in.
"I wish yes. But unfortunately my own wishes are not all that is in consideration here, so I must," and with this he parried the next thrust and sent back own that left his attacker tumbling, "regretfully, decline."
The spy lay there momentarily till suddenly with widening eyes and a flurry of black he disappeared.
To his surprise Lady Une whom had most recently arrived ran past in the direction he had gone to only return after a minute.
" Sir…"
~~~*AUTHOR NOTE TIME!!!*~~~
Yes I realize the last chapter was a really short one but Oh! I just can't resist a cliffhanger! My apologizes I send out you people out there in computer land since this one kind was too. I've got a few more pages written but I won't post them yet, tomorrow maybe but I'm using this time to extend the time which I have to spend writing new chapters. *Even though I should be studying for finals ~sighs~ OH well, Viva la fans*
Oh and for those that don't know "Ghost riders in the sky" is a country song.
"BOOO!"
~Crouches down past the key board to duck thrown tomatoes and bud light bottles TM~ Yes I know it's country, and old for that matter, but it you listen to the version that was made for Blues Brothers 2000, I think you'll find Dan Akroid with his fellow bluuuues brothers do quite a good job of singing it.
