Ninmu Ryokai:
Ninmu Ryokai, Mission Accepted. A phrase that the G-boys will soon regret to learn. Missions, as they will understand, are sometimes more than what they seem...
*This fic takes place right after Heero and Zechs trade gundams. But Heero still has Wing. And all of the gundam pilots are together. Don't ask me how, they just are! ^_^;; Otherwise, this wouldn't be possible to write. So just use your imaginations, okay?
*Contains no yoai, yuri, hentai, or anything sexual. Contains dragons, pilots, new characters, swearing, comedy, abuse, and other stuff that's fun.
*Some characters might seem to act OOC, but remember, something major has happened to something that they like/are familiar with. Just remember these words, apply them well (No, not the 'apply them well' words, the other ones!)
*How it goes:
-The person/dragon's perspective
Time AM/PM: How many days after a major event
Place, the area/district they are in-
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-Shinigami
3:05 AM: 4 days after Zechs and Heero trade gundams
L3 Colony, Irquin District-
I sighed. They were at it again. My friends were yet again making complete fools of themselves. I rolled my eyes as the two in front of me continued to wrestle. Grunts and small giggles of laughter floated out of the tumble of bodies. Two figures came up to me in the darkness of the colony. But, with my superb vision, I could see them perfectly. One of them shook her head sadly.
"Those two are as bad as Duo, a drunk, and... And a dog mixed together!" She exclaimed with her slight British accent. I frowned.
"Hey, don't be dissin' my boy." I snapped. She just smiled at me. The other figure giggled.
"I swear, they act just like little kids." She noted. Her little giggles became bursts of laughter. Us two couldn't help but to join in. Not long after all three of us were laughing, a cry of victory came out of the mass of bodies.
"YES! I won! Oh-oh, this is sweet! Victory is mine! HAHAHAHA!" We all groaned softly as our friend laughed in his insane victory cackle. The loser sat on the floor, not looking too happy but with a grin on his face.
"I almost had you there, Wing. If only I wouldn't have tripped." He pointed out.
"Ha! You wish. I was winning from the beginning Heavyarms." Wing gloated, watching his friend get up on his feet. Us girls sighed. Boys, go figure.
"Oh brother. You two fight over the stupidest things. Right Shenlong?" My comrade pointed out, turning to Shenlong. Shenlong nodded.
"Yea, Sandrock's right. Fighting over a simple tree is weak." She snickered. Wing and Heavyarms glared at her while I groaned. Here we go again.
"Well at least I do more than just talk about human boys." Wing threw back. Shenlong growled while Sandrock made an advance to them.
"You want to take that back, WEAKLING?" She sneered, flaring her wings. Wing and Heavyarms hissed and flared their own wings. Shenlong joined and soon I had four hissing and flaring dragons in front of me.
'And they say that I'M immature.' I thought. The two groups began to throw back threats and death wishes at one another. I gave out an exasperated sigh and stepped in between my squabbling friends. I mean, enough is enough.
"Children, do I have to send you to your corners?" That comment received dirty looks from both parties. I ignored them, "Now let's calm down and head back to the hangar. The pilots need protection. Anyone have a problem with that?" Everyone took one last glare before they followed me into the dark woods. But, the fight wasn't entirely serious. They were just having their usual fighting spree. Of course, I'm always left out. Oh well. I guess that's what I get for being the peacemaker.
If you mortals and immortals haven't figured it out by now, then I'll tell you. We are the spirits of the gundams. Zero, Epyon, Sandrock, Shenlong, Heavyarms, Wing, and, me, Deathscythe Hell. Shinigami. The Devil. You see, while Duo calls himself Shinigami; The God of Death, he calls me Shinigami; The Devil. And I live up to my name. As you probably have seen.
Anyway, as the spirits, we have to protect our pilots. To the death. We were ordered to do so by the man who gave us these bodies.
It started about three months ago. You see, we used to BE the gundams. Just sitting around, doing nothing until Duo or the others had a mission. But a man came to us gundams and everything changed. He showed us these dragon bodies. Somehow he transferred us into the bodies and here we are. He told us not to make contact with anybody unless in extreme situations and not to be seen by ANYONE. So, we had no contact to the outside world. But we could move at least.
The bodies that we inhabit belonged to a type of dragon named Space Dragon. All of us have long, slender necks with reptile type heads on top, four strong legs with three wicked talons, a sharp, diamond-like tail, large wings (able to fly us at mach 3), and the ability to live in space. And when we measure up to the pilots, we come up to their shoulders. But only because if we were bigger, we wouldn't be able to protect them as well! Anyway, we don't look too familiar beyond that. All of us have some sort of color resemblance to our original gundams. Sandrock is white and gray; Shenlong is blue; Heavyarms is red; Wing is completely white; and I am black, like the night. We even have a resemblance to our pilots. We have their eyes; teal-blue, black, green, cobalt, and violet.
Zero, who watches Heero 24/7, has Quatre's eyes. He has blue and white scales too, just like the Zero gundam. But his personality is completely unlike anyone I know. For some odd reason, I am the only one that can stand his boasting and annoying behavior. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm not like Shenlong, who wants to kill him. Or like Sandrock, who can't even look at him in the eye. And I should just forget about Heavyarms and Wing. Those guys are rivals to him and Epyon. Ah, Epyon. That dragon sure is something else. He has Trieze's cold blue eyes and the maroon color of the gundam, as I have been told. I've never met him. But, Zero and Wing have. Right now, he's with Zechs, who is somewhere on Earth right now. Lucky dog. He gets to be on Earth, where there is beauty everywhere.
"Get outta my way!" Wing came flying past me, followed by a determined Heavyarms. I groaned again. Won't they ever grow up? I rolled my eyes and looked up at the colony ceiling. Man do I hate the colonies. We have stupid ceilings of metal and holograms. On Earth, you have ceilings of stars and a blanket of black. Or sometimes ghostly clouds on a warm summer night. I smiled. Earth, such a beautiful place. Epyon is truly lucky to be built on it. Unfortunately, the dragon is evil and Zero tells me that he has never spoken. At ALL. He's a real deep thinker and plotter. At least that's what Zero tells me. And I remember Wing telling me that he has met up with him once. He says that the dragon is pure evil. Well, in that case... In that case, I can't WAIT to meet him.
Suddenly, a white claw blocked my view of the God awful ceiling. I looked down and saw that we were at the hangar.
"Hello? Colony to Shinigami, colony to Shinigami. Man, you are out. What's wrong? You okay? Hello, Shinigami? Guys, I just don't know what to do with her when she gets like this. Maybe we should send her to Earth in a nice brown box." I smiled and turned to look at Sandrock, who was laughing. Hey, that sounded good. But a box? Yuck. I stuck out my forked tongue at her as we entered the hangar. We traveled in silence to our gundams, sometimes a soft "Hey!" or a "That's not fair!" breaking the silence.
Suddenly, the metal doors from the pilots' rooms busted open with a loud clang. All of us quickly scattered swiftly in seconds, hiding around the gundam safe house. I looked over my surroundings. I was all alone up on Deathscythe Hell's shoulder. I didn't know where the others hid. I heard a loud crashed and looked down to see a figure running out of the metal door below. It was a human. A boy wearing black. A black tank top, black pants, and black shoes. His chestnut brown hair was in a loose braid. One of his violet eyes were surrounded by a yellow-green type color, the other was wide in panic. I gasped after a moment of realization. The human was Duo! My pilot! But, what was he doing out here? And why did he have the makings of a black eye? It was around 3 AM. I peered at him closely. He was running at top speed to the gundam. As he came up to it, he stopped and put his hands to his knees, gasping for breath. He looked up to Deathscythe Hell. I didn't move. He couldn't see me, but one movement, and our secret could be ruined.
"Why? *gasp* Why him?" He gasped out. Duo stumbled over to the giant foot of the gundam and sat down. Well, I should say fell down. He barely had any air to stay up. Duo took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I frowned. I highly doubt that he was just out for a midnight jog in 3 in the morning.
"Duo, what's wrong?" I whispered, wondering if it would work like the other times that he had something bothering him. He got his breathing under control and sighed.
"God, why have you placed me here? When you made me, did you think of what will become of me? Or do you do this on purpose just to get a good laugh?" He clutched his silver crucifix in his hands and bowed his head, "I don't know what to do anymore. Is he the only one that can do this? Why not someone else?" He wondered out loud. I narrowed my eyes. I really didn't like the sound of this. Some unknown figure was pestering my boy.
"What do you mean Shinigami?" I whispered again.
"I know that I have to go through this because I deserve it, but does it have to be him to do it? He's so emotionless. Right Shinigami?" He muttered again. I sighed. This was just one puzzle after another. All he gave me were questions or wishes. How was I supposed to answer him when I didn't even know what was going on?
"Maxwell!" A loud, harsh voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked over to see Wufei coming out of a metal door. Duo sat up quickly.
"What?!" Duo yelled back. Wufei came up to Duo and stood in front of him, really ticked off.
"Tell me Maxwell. Who was it?" He asked through clenched teeth. Duo frowned and said nothing. Wufei growled and grabbed Duo's arms, pinning him to the cold gundanium alloy. Duo gasped in surprise. I growled in anger.
"That son of a-" Wing quickly shut my mouth, coming out of nowhere. I widened my eyes in surprise.
What the- I started.
Retard. Think you could've spoken any louder? We're telepathic, stupid. Use your brain. He told me through brain waves. Ugh, I hope he didn't mean that pun on purpose.
Where did you come from? I asked.
Behind you, duh. He answered. I snarled and yanked my snout out of his claws and looked down below. Wufei had let go of my pilot and now stood back. Duo looked down and sighed deeply, turning away.
"Please, don't." He said softly. Wufei stopped Duo and forced Duo's eyes to look into his eyes. I bristled, wondering what was to happen.
"Maxwell, who was it? Who beat you?" Duo's eyes darkened and he still kept quiet. I pondered over what Wufei had just said. Hmm, someone's beating Duo up. WHAT?! SOMEONE'S BEATING MY SHINIGAMI UP?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! I took a closer look at Duo and saw that his shoulders where slightly scratched and that his eye was getting worse. Grr. Who the hell does this guy thinks he is? If he thinks that he can get away with beating up my Shinigami, then he has another thing coming. I growled. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. Wing quickly kept me quiet by shutting my mouth again. Hn. Retard. Wufei sighed below us. Even though I was very, VERY angry, I quit growling and listened. Any information could help me right now.
"Duo, who was it? I'll help you defeat him. Just tell me who." Wufei said gently. Whoa. He said Duo? This is getting weirder by the second. The Wu- man caring about Duo? Since when? Suddenly, Duo's calm face became enraged.
"How can I?! How can I possibly defeat myself?!" He burst out. He quickly punched Wufei in the gut then threw him onto some scrap metal. Wing's and my mouth dropped open. Did Duo just hit Wufei? I smirked. Shenlong isn't going to like this. I wanted so much to laugh right there, but the thought of Duo hurting calmed my mischievous side quickly.
I watched as Duo jumped from the stairs and straight into the cockpit like lightening. I smiled proudly. Perfect aim. As he turned on the gundam, I felt faint. Wing quickly helped me stay still from falling off the gundam. I looked down at my claws. They were fading. But, I didn't panic or anything. Duo was just activating Deathscythe Hell. Time for me to leave.
Bye. I said to Wing. He just nodded and left as I waited to become the gundam. I guess you could say that we kind of get 'sucked up' into the giant mech.
I looked down to see Wufei slowly getting up. Wait, I couldn't look down anymore. I was now THE gundam. From this point on, Duo told me what to do, where to move, and when to stop. I said a silent good-bye as Shinigami exited the colony for good.
-Wing
3:18 AM: 4 days after Zechs and Heero trade gundams
L3 Colony, Irquin District-
I sighed. I didn't like what Duo was talking about. Poor Shinigami. She probably didn't like it either. Wufei was slowly getting up from the scrapes of metal. I looked over at Shenlong, who was hiding with some tires across from Wufei. Shenlong didn't look too happy. Her face was in a scowl and her eyes were filled with fire. I winced as I imagined what she was thinking about. Probably something dealing with fire, a pix axe, and Duo.
Below me, Wufei cursed and kicked a piece of metal, only to howl in pain as he grabbed the hurt foot. I tried not to laugh from the catwalk, only because Shenlong was glaring up at me and I didn't feel like fighting right now. Something odd was going on. Wufei was caring about Duo, and Duo was yet again hiding something from everyone. Gee, you'd think that with such a carefree American, he would open up to everyone. But that's far from it. We found out that Duo was even more secretive than Trowa. I frowned as I thought about the silent clown. Something was going up with him as well. He felt different, sad almost, but something else too... But I don't know what.
I shrugged off the feeling as I saw Heero, my pilot, enter the hangar and start up a conversation with Wufei. I watched as the Sandrock gundam start up and leave the colony. Bye-bye Sandrock. So only me, Shenlong, Heavyarms, and Him are left here. I frowned as I thought about Him. The other suit that Heero owned had a dragon with it, unfortunately. And that was one annoying dragon. Can't shut up for five minutes. And the fact that Heero is using His gundam more frequently doesn't help the chances of Him and me becoming friends… Hey, speaking of Him, where has He been? I haven't seen His face for a while. I again shrugged it off as I focused on the conversation between MY pilot and Shenlong's.
"Hn. Baka..." Heero said with barely any emotion, "We should just forget about it. Duo and Quatre are already taking care of their mission. We should focus on ours."
"What are they?" Wufei asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I listened closely. Depending on the mission, I might get out. I growled softly. Heero would probably take that idiot dragon from the Zero gundam anyway. My pilot has seemed to forget that I am the better gundam here.
"We are to go to the L2 colony and destroy the OZ troops residing there. Also, we are to kill a general who is running the colony. His name is General Hettler." Heero said, gaining a gleam in his eye. I smiled. He might take me after all. He always got that gleam when he was in battles with ME. Not Him. ME. MemememememeME.
"But what about the Romefeller Foundation? Operation Nova seems more important than just some OZ troops." Wufei argued, tilting his head to one side. Heero just shrugged, walking over to the Wing and Zero gundams. I closed my eyes and silently prayed that he would take me.
"I just follow orders, Wufei. Go and find Trowa and we'll be off." He said blankly.
-Narrator
3:30 AM: 4 days after Zechs and Heero trade gundams
L2 Colony, Southern Hammock District-
"So you will take the position?" A friendly voice asked with a friendly smile. The old man sitting across from the smile nodded, his short white hair bobbing.
"Of course. Finding new recruits for a new government is my specialty." He smirked, his blue eyes glinting evilly behind his glasses. The friendly smile frowned.
"If threatening or beating up some civilian or gundam pilot and then forcing him into a new government is your specialty, then you can forget it. We only take the people who are willing to join in this government." He said. The man nodded in agreement.
"I understand. I won't do that then." He said apologetically, the glint vanishing, 'Damn. I almost lost this position.' He thought.
"Good. I'll have my two young pilots show you around the base." He said, motioning behind himself. The two behind him nodded.
"We'll lead you to your bunk and to your mobile suit. Everyone here will be happy to meet you." One of them said with a generous smile.
"You have an option to customize your mobile suit if you like. We want to make sure that you will be comfortable and serene." The other spoke up quietly.
The man with white hair smiled warmly as the friendly smile opened to speak.
"Welcome to UN II. I have some clients to see, so I'll see you later... Uh, I'm sorry. I forgot your name. What was it again?" He asked, standing up to shake hands.
"My name is Khans." The man said, shaking the owner of the friendly smile's hand. Khans smiled broadly, "And I'm happy to be here to help the colonies."
The friendly smile widened, "We're not just helping the colonies. We're helping each other."
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*Khans was supposed to be the leader to White Fang, but because he joined up with UN II, how can he start White Fang?
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Sayonara!
~Polly ~
Ninmu Ryokai, Mission Accepted. A phrase that the G-boys will soon regret to learn. Missions, as they will understand, are sometimes more than what they seem...
*This fic takes place right after Heero and Zechs trade gundams. But Heero still has Wing. And all of the gundam pilots are together. Don't ask me how, they just are! ^_^;; Otherwise, this wouldn't be possible to write. So just use your imaginations, okay?
*Contains no yoai, yuri, hentai, or anything sexual. Contains dragons, pilots, new characters, swearing, comedy, abuse, and other stuff that's fun.
*Some characters might seem to act OOC, but remember, something major has happened to something that they like/are familiar with. Just remember these words, apply them well (No, not the 'apply them well' words, the other ones!)
*How it goes:
-The person/dragon's perspective
Time AM/PM: How many days after a major event
Place, the area/district they are in-
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-Shinigami
3:05 AM: 4 days after Zechs and Heero trade gundams
L3 Colony, Irquin District-
I sighed. They were at it again. My friends were yet again making complete fools of themselves. I rolled my eyes as the two in front of me continued to wrestle. Grunts and small giggles of laughter floated out of the tumble of bodies. Two figures came up to me in the darkness of the colony. But, with my superb vision, I could see them perfectly. One of them shook her head sadly.
"Those two are as bad as Duo, a drunk, and... And a dog mixed together!" She exclaimed with her slight British accent. I frowned.
"Hey, don't be dissin' my boy." I snapped. She just smiled at me. The other figure giggled.
"I swear, they act just like little kids." She noted. Her little giggles became bursts of laughter. Us two couldn't help but to join in. Not long after all three of us were laughing, a cry of victory came out of the mass of bodies.
"YES! I won! Oh-oh, this is sweet! Victory is mine! HAHAHAHA!" We all groaned softly as our friend laughed in his insane victory cackle. The loser sat on the floor, not looking too happy but with a grin on his face.
"I almost had you there, Wing. If only I wouldn't have tripped." He pointed out.
"Ha! You wish. I was winning from the beginning Heavyarms." Wing gloated, watching his friend get up on his feet. Us girls sighed. Boys, go figure.
"Oh brother. You two fight over the stupidest things. Right Shenlong?" My comrade pointed out, turning to Shenlong. Shenlong nodded.
"Yea, Sandrock's right. Fighting over a simple tree is weak." She snickered. Wing and Heavyarms glared at her while I groaned. Here we go again.
"Well at least I do more than just talk about human boys." Wing threw back. Shenlong growled while Sandrock made an advance to them.
"You want to take that back, WEAKLING?" She sneered, flaring her wings. Wing and Heavyarms hissed and flared their own wings. Shenlong joined and soon I had four hissing and flaring dragons in front of me.
'And they say that I'M immature.' I thought. The two groups began to throw back threats and death wishes at one another. I gave out an exasperated sigh and stepped in between my squabbling friends. I mean, enough is enough.
"Children, do I have to send you to your corners?" That comment received dirty looks from both parties. I ignored them, "Now let's calm down and head back to the hangar. The pilots need protection. Anyone have a problem with that?" Everyone took one last glare before they followed me into the dark woods. But, the fight wasn't entirely serious. They were just having their usual fighting spree. Of course, I'm always left out. Oh well. I guess that's what I get for being the peacemaker.
If you mortals and immortals haven't figured it out by now, then I'll tell you. We are the spirits of the gundams. Zero, Epyon, Sandrock, Shenlong, Heavyarms, Wing, and, me, Deathscythe Hell. Shinigami. The Devil. You see, while Duo calls himself Shinigami; The God of Death, he calls me Shinigami; The Devil. And I live up to my name. As you probably have seen.
Anyway, as the spirits, we have to protect our pilots. To the death. We were ordered to do so by the man who gave us these bodies.
It started about three months ago. You see, we used to BE the gundams. Just sitting around, doing nothing until Duo or the others had a mission. But a man came to us gundams and everything changed. He showed us these dragon bodies. Somehow he transferred us into the bodies and here we are. He told us not to make contact with anybody unless in extreme situations and not to be seen by ANYONE. So, we had no contact to the outside world. But we could move at least.
The bodies that we inhabit belonged to a type of dragon named Space Dragon. All of us have long, slender necks with reptile type heads on top, four strong legs with three wicked talons, a sharp, diamond-like tail, large wings (able to fly us at mach 3), and the ability to live in space. And when we measure up to the pilots, we come up to their shoulders. But only because if we were bigger, we wouldn't be able to protect them as well! Anyway, we don't look too familiar beyond that. All of us have some sort of color resemblance to our original gundams. Sandrock is white and gray; Shenlong is blue; Heavyarms is red; Wing is completely white; and I am black, like the night. We even have a resemblance to our pilots. We have their eyes; teal-blue, black, green, cobalt, and violet.
Zero, who watches Heero 24/7, has Quatre's eyes. He has blue and white scales too, just like the Zero gundam. But his personality is completely unlike anyone I know. For some odd reason, I am the only one that can stand his boasting and annoying behavior. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm not like Shenlong, who wants to kill him. Or like Sandrock, who can't even look at him in the eye. And I should just forget about Heavyarms and Wing. Those guys are rivals to him and Epyon. Ah, Epyon. That dragon sure is something else. He has Trieze's cold blue eyes and the maroon color of the gundam, as I have been told. I've never met him. But, Zero and Wing have. Right now, he's with Zechs, who is somewhere on Earth right now. Lucky dog. He gets to be on Earth, where there is beauty everywhere.
"Get outta my way!" Wing came flying past me, followed by a determined Heavyarms. I groaned again. Won't they ever grow up? I rolled my eyes and looked up at the colony ceiling. Man do I hate the colonies. We have stupid ceilings of metal and holograms. On Earth, you have ceilings of stars and a blanket of black. Or sometimes ghostly clouds on a warm summer night. I smiled. Earth, such a beautiful place. Epyon is truly lucky to be built on it. Unfortunately, the dragon is evil and Zero tells me that he has never spoken. At ALL. He's a real deep thinker and plotter. At least that's what Zero tells me. And I remember Wing telling me that he has met up with him once. He says that the dragon is pure evil. Well, in that case... In that case, I can't WAIT to meet him.
Suddenly, a white claw blocked my view of the God awful ceiling. I looked down and saw that we were at the hangar.
"Hello? Colony to Shinigami, colony to Shinigami. Man, you are out. What's wrong? You okay? Hello, Shinigami? Guys, I just don't know what to do with her when she gets like this. Maybe we should send her to Earth in a nice brown box." I smiled and turned to look at Sandrock, who was laughing. Hey, that sounded good. But a box? Yuck. I stuck out my forked tongue at her as we entered the hangar. We traveled in silence to our gundams, sometimes a soft "Hey!" or a "That's not fair!" breaking the silence.
Suddenly, the metal doors from the pilots' rooms busted open with a loud clang. All of us quickly scattered swiftly in seconds, hiding around the gundam safe house. I looked over my surroundings. I was all alone up on Deathscythe Hell's shoulder. I didn't know where the others hid. I heard a loud crashed and looked down to see a figure running out of the metal door below. It was a human. A boy wearing black. A black tank top, black pants, and black shoes. His chestnut brown hair was in a loose braid. One of his violet eyes were surrounded by a yellow-green type color, the other was wide in panic. I gasped after a moment of realization. The human was Duo! My pilot! But, what was he doing out here? And why did he have the makings of a black eye? It was around 3 AM. I peered at him closely. He was running at top speed to the gundam. As he came up to it, he stopped and put his hands to his knees, gasping for breath. He looked up to Deathscythe Hell. I didn't move. He couldn't see me, but one movement, and our secret could be ruined.
"Why? *gasp* Why him?" He gasped out. Duo stumbled over to the giant foot of the gundam and sat down. Well, I should say fell down. He barely had any air to stay up. Duo took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I frowned. I highly doubt that he was just out for a midnight jog in 3 in the morning.
"Duo, what's wrong?" I whispered, wondering if it would work like the other times that he had something bothering him. He got his breathing under control and sighed.
"God, why have you placed me here? When you made me, did you think of what will become of me? Or do you do this on purpose just to get a good laugh?" He clutched his silver crucifix in his hands and bowed his head, "I don't know what to do anymore. Is he the only one that can do this? Why not someone else?" He wondered out loud. I narrowed my eyes. I really didn't like the sound of this. Some unknown figure was pestering my boy.
"What do you mean Shinigami?" I whispered again.
"I know that I have to go through this because I deserve it, but does it have to be him to do it? He's so emotionless. Right Shinigami?" He muttered again. I sighed. This was just one puzzle after another. All he gave me were questions or wishes. How was I supposed to answer him when I didn't even know what was going on?
"Maxwell!" A loud, harsh voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked over to see Wufei coming out of a metal door. Duo sat up quickly.
"What?!" Duo yelled back. Wufei came up to Duo and stood in front of him, really ticked off.
"Tell me Maxwell. Who was it?" He asked through clenched teeth. Duo frowned and said nothing. Wufei growled and grabbed Duo's arms, pinning him to the cold gundanium alloy. Duo gasped in surprise. I growled in anger.
"That son of a-" Wing quickly shut my mouth, coming out of nowhere. I widened my eyes in surprise.
What the- I started.
Retard. Think you could've spoken any louder? We're telepathic, stupid. Use your brain. He told me through brain waves. Ugh, I hope he didn't mean that pun on purpose.
Where did you come from? I asked.
Behind you, duh. He answered. I snarled and yanked my snout out of his claws and looked down below. Wufei had let go of my pilot and now stood back. Duo looked down and sighed deeply, turning away.
"Please, don't." He said softly. Wufei stopped Duo and forced Duo's eyes to look into his eyes. I bristled, wondering what was to happen.
"Maxwell, who was it? Who beat you?" Duo's eyes darkened and he still kept quiet. I pondered over what Wufei had just said. Hmm, someone's beating Duo up. WHAT?! SOMEONE'S BEATING MY SHINIGAMI UP?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! I took a closer look at Duo and saw that his shoulders where slightly scratched and that his eye was getting worse. Grr. Who the hell does this guy thinks he is? If he thinks that he can get away with beating up my Shinigami, then he has another thing coming. I growled. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. Wing quickly kept me quiet by shutting my mouth again. Hn. Retard. Wufei sighed below us. Even though I was very, VERY angry, I quit growling and listened. Any information could help me right now.
"Duo, who was it? I'll help you defeat him. Just tell me who." Wufei said gently. Whoa. He said Duo? This is getting weirder by the second. The Wu- man caring about Duo? Since when? Suddenly, Duo's calm face became enraged.
"How can I?! How can I possibly defeat myself?!" He burst out. He quickly punched Wufei in the gut then threw him onto some scrap metal. Wing's and my mouth dropped open. Did Duo just hit Wufei? I smirked. Shenlong isn't going to like this. I wanted so much to laugh right there, but the thought of Duo hurting calmed my mischievous side quickly.
I watched as Duo jumped from the stairs and straight into the cockpit like lightening. I smiled proudly. Perfect aim. As he turned on the gundam, I felt faint. Wing quickly helped me stay still from falling off the gundam. I looked down at my claws. They were fading. But, I didn't panic or anything. Duo was just activating Deathscythe Hell. Time for me to leave.
Bye. I said to Wing. He just nodded and left as I waited to become the gundam. I guess you could say that we kind of get 'sucked up' into the giant mech.
I looked down to see Wufei slowly getting up. Wait, I couldn't look down anymore. I was now THE gundam. From this point on, Duo told me what to do, where to move, and when to stop. I said a silent good-bye as Shinigami exited the colony for good.
-Wing
3:18 AM: 4 days after Zechs and Heero trade gundams
L3 Colony, Irquin District-
I sighed. I didn't like what Duo was talking about. Poor Shinigami. She probably didn't like it either. Wufei was slowly getting up from the scrapes of metal. I looked over at Shenlong, who was hiding with some tires across from Wufei. Shenlong didn't look too happy. Her face was in a scowl and her eyes were filled with fire. I winced as I imagined what she was thinking about. Probably something dealing with fire, a pix axe, and Duo.
Below me, Wufei cursed and kicked a piece of metal, only to howl in pain as he grabbed the hurt foot. I tried not to laugh from the catwalk, only because Shenlong was glaring up at me and I didn't feel like fighting right now. Something odd was going on. Wufei was caring about Duo, and Duo was yet again hiding something from everyone. Gee, you'd think that with such a carefree American, he would open up to everyone. But that's far from it. We found out that Duo was even more secretive than Trowa. I frowned as I thought about the silent clown. Something was going up with him as well. He felt different, sad almost, but something else too... But I don't know what.
I shrugged off the feeling as I saw Heero, my pilot, enter the hangar and start up a conversation with Wufei. I watched as the Sandrock gundam start up and leave the colony. Bye-bye Sandrock. So only me, Shenlong, Heavyarms, and Him are left here. I frowned as I thought about Him. The other suit that Heero owned had a dragon with it, unfortunately. And that was one annoying dragon. Can't shut up for five minutes. And the fact that Heero is using His gundam more frequently doesn't help the chances of Him and me becoming friends… Hey, speaking of Him, where has He been? I haven't seen His face for a while. I again shrugged it off as I focused on the conversation between MY pilot and Shenlong's.
"Hn. Baka..." Heero said with barely any emotion, "We should just forget about it. Duo and Quatre are already taking care of their mission. We should focus on ours."
"What are they?" Wufei asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I listened closely. Depending on the mission, I might get out. I growled softly. Heero would probably take that idiot dragon from the Zero gundam anyway. My pilot has seemed to forget that I am the better gundam here.
"We are to go to the L2 colony and destroy the OZ troops residing there. Also, we are to kill a general who is running the colony. His name is General Hettler." Heero said, gaining a gleam in his eye. I smiled. He might take me after all. He always got that gleam when he was in battles with ME. Not Him. ME. MemememememeME.
"But what about the Romefeller Foundation? Operation Nova seems more important than just some OZ troops." Wufei argued, tilting his head to one side. Heero just shrugged, walking over to the Wing and Zero gundams. I closed my eyes and silently prayed that he would take me.
"I just follow orders, Wufei. Go and find Trowa and we'll be off." He said blankly.
-Narrator
3:30 AM: 4 days after Zechs and Heero trade gundams
L2 Colony, Southern Hammock District-
"So you will take the position?" A friendly voice asked with a friendly smile. The old man sitting across from the smile nodded, his short white hair bobbing.
"Of course. Finding new recruits for a new government is my specialty." He smirked, his blue eyes glinting evilly behind his glasses. The friendly smile frowned.
"If threatening or beating up some civilian or gundam pilot and then forcing him into a new government is your specialty, then you can forget it. We only take the people who are willing to join in this government." He said. The man nodded in agreement.
"I understand. I won't do that then." He said apologetically, the glint vanishing, 'Damn. I almost lost this position.' He thought.
"Good. I'll have my two young pilots show you around the base." He said, motioning behind himself. The two behind him nodded.
"We'll lead you to your bunk and to your mobile suit. Everyone here will be happy to meet you." One of them said with a generous smile.
"You have an option to customize your mobile suit if you like. We want to make sure that you will be comfortable and serene." The other spoke up quietly.
The man with white hair smiled warmly as the friendly smile opened to speak.
"Welcome to UN II. I have some clients to see, so I'll see you later... Uh, I'm sorry. I forgot your name. What was it again?" He asked, standing up to shake hands.
"My name is Khans." The man said, shaking the owner of the friendly smile's hand. Khans smiled broadly, "And I'm happy to be here to help the colonies."
The friendly smile widened, "We're not just helping the colonies. We're helping each other."
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*Khans was supposed to be the leader to White Fang, but because he joined up with UN II, how can he start White Fang?
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