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-Duo Maxwell
9:34 AM: 2 days after the capture of Gundam 02
L2 Colony, Noplin Penn District-
I slowly awoke to the burning sensation of my knee. It felt as if Wufei was having one of his spiritual fires on it. I tried to think, but my brain was too fuzzy to manage two thoughts at once. I moaned out loud and slowly sat up, holding my splitting head. I felt white gauze wrapped around my hair and smelled neosporin. My shirt was off and bandages were around the burns on my back.
'Quite nice, but wait, where am I? What happened? I remember that there was a battle and two new mobile suits fought me, then I remember blackness. Hey, I could have been captured! I could be with enemies!' That got my brain to work. My eyes automatically opened. Gah! All around me was blaring white. Too bright. I closed them again. My groggy head could barely handle the intense lights. Here comes a headache.
"Sorry. I'll turn them down." A voice reached out to me. It was soothing and calm, almost like a river. And there was something familiar about it… Still, I braced myself expecting an attack, but it never came. I opened my eyes again, this time carefully to avoid intensifying my headache. Thankfully, the lights were dimmed to a bearable amount. I quickly surveyed my surroundings. I was in a small, metal square room. There were no windows and no visible doors. That means no escape for me. Shucks. It had no furnishings, other than the hard cot I was lying on. That means no shelter for me. Shucks. Everything was in shadow, hiding dangerous threats. Great. I slowly stood up, but my knees couldn't support me so I fell back on the cot. Ow, my back was still screeching in pain. I forced back a grimace.
"Hello Duo." The same soothing voice came quietly out of the shadows to me.
"Who's there?" I asked the darkness. How'd he know my name? A man with black, spiky hair that fell neatly around his face came over and stood a safe distance from me. He had jade green eyes that really looked familiar, like the voice. But it must be the concussion talking. I narrowed my eyes when I saw the navy blue OZ uniform with the ridiculous white cape. So, I was caught by OZ.
I mentally kicked myself as I realized my situation. Heero is DEFINITELY going to hurt me now. Or even better, spare me the pain and kill me. But I don't think that he'll be so generous. Man, I've really screwed up this mission. Now OZ has Deathscythe Hell AND the pilot.
'Way to go. Anything else that you can do?' I thought bitterly.
"So THIS is the famous Duo Maxwell." I whipped my head around to meet the coldest blue eyes that I have ever seen. I blinked and looked at the OZ soldier fully. He was huge! He stood about 6 foot even, if my guess was right. He had blonde hair and wore blue formal attire, with a black cape that rested on broad shoulders. I growled, shuffling away from him on the cot. Wufei had told me about this guy. His name was Trieze Kusherinada and could NOT be trusted. Trieze held out his hand, a million-dollar smile on his face. I couldn't help but to notice that he smelled like roses. Fresh picked roses.
"So Duo Maxwell, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." He said, acting as if he was my best friend. I smirked and ignored the outstretched hand.
"I don't know if it's a pleasure. To me it's more of a horror." I retorted. I really didn't like him. He was different, that's for sure. His eyes, something dark lurked under them. Trieze's smile faded and he looked over to the other guy. The guy sighed, his jade eyes filled with laughter.
"Duo, please excuse him. He's not accustomed to your style like I am." He said. What? How can this guy know my style? I've never seen him before. At least I'm sure. I growled at him.
"And who are you?" I asked sharply. Unlike Trieze, this guy seemed okay. For an Ozie anyway. He smiled.
"General Stanley Hettler." My eyes widened as the familiar name registered itself into my head. No freaking way. It's impossible! It can't be him! Almost as if reading my mind, he took off his white glove, showing me the back of his hand, where several burned marks were. My body went rigid. Those burns were from the time when I was very young, when I had just arrived at Maxwell Church. Several kids were picking on me and threatening to burn off my hair with lighted sticks. But Stan stopped them, and received those marks for it. And he left, five days afterward. Him and two girls were adopted and never seen again.
"Stan?" I whispered, "I thought that your adopted father killed you and the other two." I knew that I was acting against the soldier code, but my memories had control now. I mean, this was Stan in front of me, the guy that had stood up for me when I was being made fun of. The guy who would help me when I was losing a fight to a bigger kid. The guy who was Sister Helen's cousin. The guy who was my friend.
"No, he didn't kill me. He only brought me to OZ, the correct place for me to be. And for you." I could feel confusion and emotions beginning to swell into me as he said that. He wanted me to join OZ? What dark purpose could be behind this one now? Using friends against friends to corrupt a person's mind?
"Duo, think of it. No more abuse, no more men or women grabbing you off the streets, no more running away and hiding." He smiled, "Just friends together, working side by side for the colonies. For the colonies, for our future." The control that my memories had quickly went away as I realized the lame dialog that the OZ soldiers always used. "Come join something that will help your home, the colonies." Can't they get anything original? I knew I read that in a book.
My mouth formed a smirk as I faced Stan. No, he wasn't the same guy that had helped me. He wasn't Sister Helen's dear little Stanley. Her Stanley had joined OZ and he's no longer the friend that I so much trusted. He was nothing more but a tool for propaganda now.
"So, looks like you're a traitor now." I heard myself say. A look of confusion crossed Stan's face and then was replaced by glee. WAY too much glee. Almost as if he was high or something. My intuition came crashing down on me, telling me that something was wrong here. But wrong for what? For OZ? Where did THAT one come from? Whatever is wrong, is probably for me, the prisoner.
"Duo, you're still as funny as always. I've never forgotten that. That's why it's going to be so hard to do this." I arched an eyebrow. I didn't like the sound of this. My intuition never fails me. It worries me, but it doesn't fail me.
"Do what?" I asked just as I heard a sword coming from its sheathe. I turned to face a point of a blade set between my eyes. I froze. I mean, I didn't want to be shish kabob. I heard another sword clang against the floor. It was Trieze. I swallowed as I heard him speak.
"Chang Wufei has battled with me and had shown very little challenge. Now I want to see how great of a challenge you will be… Shinigami." He breathed out. I kept my eyes at the sword, even though my mind swelled with disbelief. Is he nuts? I can't sword fight! That was number 155 on Doc G's 'Top-200-things-to-teach-Duo-things-that-he-couldn't-possibly-learn' list. Unfortunately, we only got to #77. NOT my lucky number.
Trieze took the sword away from my face and made an advance on me. I quickly jumped off of the cot, my right knee making a loud pop sound. I cried out in pain, figuring that the joint was torn, or the bone was broken. My world spun as I fell down on my butt. I accidentally bit my tongue and some blood began to run down my chin. Trieze smiled and licked his lips hungrily. A shiver ran down my spine as he did that disgusting act. Trieze quickly lunged at me, laughing. I rolled to the right, gasping in pain. I barely escaped getting my arm sliced off! But Trieze kept making advances after advances, moving faster than my groggy mind could cooperate. I tried to twist out of the way a few times, but he kept slicing my burnt back through the bandages. I hissed in pain as the sixth one went through and he finally gave me a chance to stand up. I quickly limped back into a wall. Big mistake. Trieze saw this and lunged forward with his body, sword in front. Before he came to me, I ducked and rolled away, crying out painfully. My body was on FIRE, man! Trieze growled and tackled after me again. Sharp pain seized my ankle as Trieze sliced me with his sword. I ignored the stinging cut and limped over to the sword, grabbing it off of the floor. I was barely in time to throw off another attack by Trieze. He smiled wickedly and slashed at me again. I drew back and snarled at him. If he wanted to fight, well then Shinigami wasn't going to let him down. I stood where I was, breathing in heavily. I felt incredibly dizzy. For God's sake will someone stop the room from spinning?! I wavered slightly, but held my ground. Three Trieze's where coming at me. NOT good. As he came closer, I could smell those roses again. They smelled so sweet, so nice. They reminded me of a field that I had seen once with Sister Helen and the other orphans. I smiled a little, dropping to my knees. I felt something heavy crash down on me, then a sudden explosion of pain. I heard a grunt as I cried out again. Trieze! He fell on me when I fell! I quickly took my sword and thrust backwards, grunting. I smiled as I heard him gasp and felt his body freeze from on top of me.
"The duel is mine." I said smartly. Maybe listening to Wufei rant about his loss with Trieze was worth it. I'll have to thank him someday. But before I could even move, I felt something tug at the sword and pull it from my grasp. I growled, looking up at Stan. He smiled and shook his head.
"No souls for Shinigami today." He said, "Duo, I want you to behave while we take you somewhere nice." I narrowed my eyes. They were playing with me. Like a toy. Shinigami doesn't like to be played with.
"You're not taking me-" I was cut off as something sharp pierced the back of my neck. My eyes widened as I realized that it was Trieze. He grabbed my braid with his other hand, forcing my neck to be revealed. Stan chuckled as I felt cold metal against my jugular vein.
"Nice dagger, Trieze." He said smoothly. Trieze moved the dagger up and down my throat while I took in a sharp breath and forced my body not to move. I have a bad feeling that I'm going to meet a lot of sharp things today. Stan smiled gravely as Trieze spoke up.
"He told you to behave. I don't appreciate disobedient 15-year-olds like you. I'm sorry, but you'll have to be punished." I could imagine Trieze smiling behind me as I felt the dagger leave my neck. I breathed out a short victory. It was indeed short because a hammering blow came to the back of my head and all I could see was darkness.
-Heero Yuy
9:35 AM: 2 days after the capture of Gundam 02
L2 Colony, Northern Hammock District-
"I don't know."
"… several buildings in the Southern Hammock District are underway…"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP?!"
"C'mon, I'm cute, admit it!"
"Why don't you ever listen, it could be our solution!"
"… been burned or destroyed in the Maxwell Church Massacre several years ago…"
"Possibly, maybe you're right…"
"Will BOTH of you SHUT UP?!"
"… attacks have increased dramatically after the capture of the gundam and its pilot two days ago…"
"Make me, sweet cheeks!"
"Hey, dragons, cut it out! We're trying to solve something here!"
SLAM!
"Gee, what's HIS problem?" Zero's faint voice rose from behind the closed door. What's MY problem? Listen to yourselves, and maybe you'll find out. I briskly walked away from the hideout, toting my laptop under my arm. The old warehouse looked like a perfect place to secure Gundam Zero and the rest… But not the spirits. I frowned, thinking about them. I thought spirits were supposed to be above humans, pure and merciful. But these spirits were unlike anything I have ever known. Always yelling at that white and blue dragon. My dragon spirit unfortunately. He was so annoying. More annoying than Duo perhaps. I sighed, shaking my head.
'Baka, where are you? ' I thought. I kicked the fence that closed in the junkyard that our hideout was in. It bent to me with a loud jingle, but didn't break. I kicked again, but none of the metal links broke. Just a small jingle came in reply. I growled, kicking it harder. Everything was hell. Duo was missing and was probably being tortured for information! Deathscythe Hell was missing and probably being torn apart to reveal the secrets of it! No one would listen to me and insisted on arguing and acting like children! And to top it all off, my mission was still unfinished! I glared at the fence in front of me.
"I don't need a stupid fence like you resisting my whim." I snarled. I wanted the bloody fence to break, damnit! The laptop fell to the ground as I kicked at it and eventually starting punching. I growled again, but the fence still held in place. I tore into it, closing my eyes, grunting as I shook it roughly. Why?! I can punch through solid concrete. I can break a man's neck with just my fingers. Hell, I can bite through leather! SO WHY ISN'T THIS FRICKING FENCE BREAKING DOWN?!
"Um, are you trying to look conspicuous?" A soft voice came from in front of me. My head quickly snapped up as I jumped back, taking out my gun. I couldn't see the girl's eyes because she wore sunglasses, but I could tell that she was surprised.
"Hey, calm down. I was just walking by and I heard you." She smiled, "And see you as well. If you're trying to look inconspicuous, you're doing a pretty bad job of it." I growled, putting my gun away. Other than a stubborn fence, the last thing I need is a smart talking brat. I stooped down, picking up my laptop.
"Oh, so you're going to go now?" She asked, sounding offended. I simply closed my eyes and started to walk away. The anger had subsided, somewhat. I knew what I was going to do now. I was going to MAKE those immature brats listen to me.
"You can't make anyone listen to you, Heero." A female Australian voice came. I stopped dead in my tracks. Dropping the laptop again, I took out my gun and whirled around, firing some. Shoot first, ask later was the policy I grew up with. But my shots went into the air. The girl and the Australian were gone! Keeping up my guard, I walked over to the fence. The girl and her companion vanished. But how? And how did they know my name?
-Narrator
10:00 AM: 2 days after the capture of Gundam 02
L2 Colony, Southern Hammock District-
"Good morning angels!" An elderly voice cheerfully spoke up above the sounds of working men and machinery. But only one girl came up to him, smiling brilliantly.
"Sorry Professor K, only one angel today!" She laughed, hugging the old man tight. He hugged her back, as a father should to his "daughter". The old man looked behind her, bewildered upon where his other angel was.
"Where's your sister?" He asked, looking at the blonde teenager, concerned. She shrugged, helping herself to some of the lunch that was provided to the workers. As she took a bite from the apple, she sat upon a board and watched the workers silently. They were rebuilding a church, and it was looking magnificent. She smiled, chewing thoughtfully. The old man sighed, shaking his head.
"You never talk anymore…" He pretended a sob as he dramatically placed his hand over his heart, the other on his head, "Oh, what has happened to you? We don't talk together, we don't eat together! Oh woe is me, woe is me!" He fell into a chair, laughing silently. The girl laughed as well, throwing her apple into the trash that was by the desk near the old man. She jumped off of the board, going to the old man and giving him a hug.
"But I got you a present!" She giggled, presenting him two forms, "I signed two people up today for UN II!" The man's smile was wide as he took the forms, hungrily reading the names and the surveys. He frowned after reading the first one, pitching it into the garbage. The girl groaned.
"Ah, that was the cute one too!" She wailed. The elder man sighed, crumpling the second sheet of paper, tossing it into the trash. She stifled another wail, pouting.
"What was wrong with those two?! They were HOT!" She frowned, putting her hands on her hips and peering at the man angrily.
The old man sighed, leaning back into his chair tiredly, "They're the ones that helped that damned aristocrat steal my designs." The girl blinked, no longer looking mad.
"You mean the designs for…?"
"Yes, my designs for Sagittarius and Scorpios."
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-Duo Maxwell
9:34 AM: 2 days after the capture of Gundam 02
L2 Colony, Noplin Penn District-
I slowly awoke to the burning sensation of my knee. It felt as if Wufei was having one of his spiritual fires on it. I tried to think, but my brain was too fuzzy to manage two thoughts at once. I moaned out loud and slowly sat up, holding my splitting head. I felt white gauze wrapped around my hair and smelled neosporin. My shirt was off and bandages were around the burns on my back.
'Quite nice, but wait, where am I? What happened? I remember that there was a battle and two new mobile suits fought me, then I remember blackness. Hey, I could have been captured! I could be with enemies!' That got my brain to work. My eyes automatically opened. Gah! All around me was blaring white. Too bright. I closed them again. My groggy head could barely handle the intense lights. Here comes a headache.
"Sorry. I'll turn them down." A voice reached out to me. It was soothing and calm, almost like a river. And there was something familiar about it… Still, I braced myself expecting an attack, but it never came. I opened my eyes again, this time carefully to avoid intensifying my headache. Thankfully, the lights were dimmed to a bearable amount. I quickly surveyed my surroundings. I was in a small, metal square room. There were no windows and no visible doors. That means no escape for me. Shucks. It had no furnishings, other than the hard cot I was lying on. That means no shelter for me. Shucks. Everything was in shadow, hiding dangerous threats. Great. I slowly stood up, but my knees couldn't support me so I fell back on the cot. Ow, my back was still screeching in pain. I forced back a grimace.
"Hello Duo." The same soothing voice came quietly out of the shadows to me.
"Who's there?" I asked the darkness. How'd he know my name? A man with black, spiky hair that fell neatly around his face came over and stood a safe distance from me. He had jade green eyes that really looked familiar, like the voice. But it must be the concussion talking. I narrowed my eyes when I saw the navy blue OZ uniform with the ridiculous white cape. So, I was caught by OZ.
I mentally kicked myself as I realized my situation. Heero is DEFINITELY going to hurt me now. Or even better, spare me the pain and kill me. But I don't think that he'll be so generous. Man, I've really screwed up this mission. Now OZ has Deathscythe Hell AND the pilot.
'Way to go. Anything else that you can do?' I thought bitterly.
"So THIS is the famous Duo Maxwell." I whipped my head around to meet the coldest blue eyes that I have ever seen. I blinked and looked at the OZ soldier fully. He was huge! He stood about 6 foot even, if my guess was right. He had blonde hair and wore blue formal attire, with a black cape that rested on broad shoulders. I growled, shuffling away from him on the cot. Wufei had told me about this guy. His name was Trieze Kusherinada and could NOT be trusted. Trieze held out his hand, a million-dollar smile on his face. I couldn't help but to notice that he smelled like roses. Fresh picked roses.
"So Duo Maxwell, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." He said, acting as if he was my best friend. I smirked and ignored the outstretched hand.
"I don't know if it's a pleasure. To me it's more of a horror." I retorted. I really didn't like him. He was different, that's for sure. His eyes, something dark lurked under them. Trieze's smile faded and he looked over to the other guy. The guy sighed, his jade eyes filled with laughter.
"Duo, please excuse him. He's not accustomed to your style like I am." He said. What? How can this guy know my style? I've never seen him before. At least I'm sure. I growled at him.
"And who are you?" I asked sharply. Unlike Trieze, this guy seemed okay. For an Ozie anyway. He smiled.
"General Stanley Hettler." My eyes widened as the familiar name registered itself into my head. No freaking way. It's impossible! It can't be him! Almost as if reading my mind, he took off his white glove, showing me the back of his hand, where several burned marks were. My body went rigid. Those burns were from the time when I was very young, when I had just arrived at Maxwell Church. Several kids were picking on me and threatening to burn off my hair with lighted sticks. But Stan stopped them, and received those marks for it. And he left, five days afterward. Him and two girls were adopted and never seen again.
"Stan?" I whispered, "I thought that your adopted father killed you and the other two." I knew that I was acting against the soldier code, but my memories had control now. I mean, this was Stan in front of me, the guy that had stood up for me when I was being made fun of. The guy who would help me when I was losing a fight to a bigger kid. The guy who was Sister Helen's cousin. The guy who was my friend.
"No, he didn't kill me. He only brought me to OZ, the correct place for me to be. And for you." I could feel confusion and emotions beginning to swell into me as he said that. He wanted me to join OZ? What dark purpose could be behind this one now? Using friends against friends to corrupt a person's mind?
"Duo, think of it. No more abuse, no more men or women grabbing you off the streets, no more running away and hiding." He smiled, "Just friends together, working side by side for the colonies. For the colonies, for our future." The control that my memories had quickly went away as I realized the lame dialog that the OZ soldiers always used. "Come join something that will help your home, the colonies." Can't they get anything original? I knew I read that in a book.
My mouth formed a smirk as I faced Stan. No, he wasn't the same guy that had helped me. He wasn't Sister Helen's dear little Stanley. Her Stanley had joined OZ and he's no longer the friend that I so much trusted. He was nothing more but a tool for propaganda now.
"So, looks like you're a traitor now." I heard myself say. A look of confusion crossed Stan's face and then was replaced by glee. WAY too much glee. Almost as if he was high or something. My intuition came crashing down on me, telling me that something was wrong here. But wrong for what? For OZ? Where did THAT one come from? Whatever is wrong, is probably for me, the prisoner.
"Duo, you're still as funny as always. I've never forgotten that. That's why it's going to be so hard to do this." I arched an eyebrow. I didn't like the sound of this. My intuition never fails me. It worries me, but it doesn't fail me.
"Do what?" I asked just as I heard a sword coming from its sheathe. I turned to face a point of a blade set between my eyes. I froze. I mean, I didn't want to be shish kabob. I heard another sword clang against the floor. It was Trieze. I swallowed as I heard him speak.
"Chang Wufei has battled with me and had shown very little challenge. Now I want to see how great of a challenge you will be… Shinigami." He breathed out. I kept my eyes at the sword, even though my mind swelled with disbelief. Is he nuts? I can't sword fight! That was number 155 on Doc G's 'Top-200-things-to-teach-Duo-things-that-he-couldn't-possibly-learn' list. Unfortunately, we only got to #77. NOT my lucky number.
Trieze took the sword away from my face and made an advance on me. I quickly jumped off of the cot, my right knee making a loud pop sound. I cried out in pain, figuring that the joint was torn, or the bone was broken. My world spun as I fell down on my butt. I accidentally bit my tongue and some blood began to run down my chin. Trieze smiled and licked his lips hungrily. A shiver ran down my spine as he did that disgusting act. Trieze quickly lunged at me, laughing. I rolled to the right, gasping in pain. I barely escaped getting my arm sliced off! But Trieze kept making advances after advances, moving faster than my groggy mind could cooperate. I tried to twist out of the way a few times, but he kept slicing my burnt back through the bandages. I hissed in pain as the sixth one went through and he finally gave me a chance to stand up. I quickly limped back into a wall. Big mistake. Trieze saw this and lunged forward with his body, sword in front. Before he came to me, I ducked and rolled away, crying out painfully. My body was on FIRE, man! Trieze growled and tackled after me again. Sharp pain seized my ankle as Trieze sliced me with his sword. I ignored the stinging cut and limped over to the sword, grabbing it off of the floor. I was barely in time to throw off another attack by Trieze. He smiled wickedly and slashed at me again. I drew back and snarled at him. If he wanted to fight, well then Shinigami wasn't going to let him down. I stood where I was, breathing in heavily. I felt incredibly dizzy. For God's sake will someone stop the room from spinning?! I wavered slightly, but held my ground. Three Trieze's where coming at me. NOT good. As he came closer, I could smell those roses again. They smelled so sweet, so nice. They reminded me of a field that I had seen once with Sister Helen and the other orphans. I smiled a little, dropping to my knees. I felt something heavy crash down on me, then a sudden explosion of pain. I heard a grunt as I cried out again. Trieze! He fell on me when I fell! I quickly took my sword and thrust backwards, grunting. I smiled as I heard him gasp and felt his body freeze from on top of me.
"The duel is mine." I said smartly. Maybe listening to Wufei rant about his loss with Trieze was worth it. I'll have to thank him someday. But before I could even move, I felt something tug at the sword and pull it from my grasp. I growled, looking up at Stan. He smiled and shook his head.
"No souls for Shinigami today." He said, "Duo, I want you to behave while we take you somewhere nice." I narrowed my eyes. They were playing with me. Like a toy. Shinigami doesn't like to be played with.
"You're not taking me-" I was cut off as something sharp pierced the back of my neck. My eyes widened as I realized that it was Trieze. He grabbed my braid with his other hand, forcing my neck to be revealed. Stan chuckled as I felt cold metal against my jugular vein.
"Nice dagger, Trieze." He said smoothly. Trieze moved the dagger up and down my throat while I took in a sharp breath and forced my body not to move. I have a bad feeling that I'm going to meet a lot of sharp things today. Stan smiled gravely as Trieze spoke up.
"He told you to behave. I don't appreciate disobedient 15-year-olds like you. I'm sorry, but you'll have to be punished." I could imagine Trieze smiling behind me as I felt the dagger leave my neck. I breathed out a short victory. It was indeed short because a hammering blow came to the back of my head and all I could see was darkness.
-Heero Yuy
9:35 AM: 2 days after the capture of Gundam 02
L2 Colony, Northern Hammock District-
"I don't know."
"… several buildings in the Southern Hammock District are underway…"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP?!"
"C'mon, I'm cute, admit it!"
"Why don't you ever listen, it could be our solution!"
"… been burned or destroyed in the Maxwell Church Massacre several years ago…"
"Possibly, maybe you're right…"
"Will BOTH of you SHUT UP?!"
"… attacks have increased dramatically after the capture of the gundam and its pilot two days ago…"
"Make me, sweet cheeks!"
"Hey, dragons, cut it out! We're trying to solve something here!"
SLAM!
"Gee, what's HIS problem?" Zero's faint voice rose from behind the closed door. What's MY problem? Listen to yourselves, and maybe you'll find out. I briskly walked away from the hideout, toting my laptop under my arm. The old warehouse looked like a perfect place to secure Gundam Zero and the rest… But not the spirits. I frowned, thinking about them. I thought spirits were supposed to be above humans, pure and merciful. But these spirits were unlike anything I have ever known. Always yelling at that white and blue dragon. My dragon spirit unfortunately. He was so annoying. More annoying than Duo perhaps. I sighed, shaking my head.
'Baka, where are you? ' I thought. I kicked the fence that closed in the junkyard that our hideout was in. It bent to me with a loud jingle, but didn't break. I kicked again, but none of the metal links broke. Just a small jingle came in reply. I growled, kicking it harder. Everything was hell. Duo was missing and was probably being tortured for information! Deathscythe Hell was missing and probably being torn apart to reveal the secrets of it! No one would listen to me and insisted on arguing and acting like children! And to top it all off, my mission was still unfinished! I glared at the fence in front of me.
"I don't need a stupid fence like you resisting my whim." I snarled. I wanted the bloody fence to break, damnit! The laptop fell to the ground as I kicked at it and eventually starting punching. I growled again, but the fence still held in place. I tore into it, closing my eyes, grunting as I shook it roughly. Why?! I can punch through solid concrete. I can break a man's neck with just my fingers. Hell, I can bite through leather! SO WHY ISN'T THIS FRICKING FENCE BREAKING DOWN?!
"Um, are you trying to look conspicuous?" A soft voice came from in front of me. My head quickly snapped up as I jumped back, taking out my gun. I couldn't see the girl's eyes because she wore sunglasses, but I could tell that she was surprised.
"Hey, calm down. I was just walking by and I heard you." She smiled, "And see you as well. If you're trying to look inconspicuous, you're doing a pretty bad job of it." I growled, putting my gun away. Other than a stubborn fence, the last thing I need is a smart talking brat. I stooped down, picking up my laptop.
"Oh, so you're going to go now?" She asked, sounding offended. I simply closed my eyes and started to walk away. The anger had subsided, somewhat. I knew what I was going to do now. I was going to MAKE those immature brats listen to me.
"You can't make anyone listen to you, Heero." A female Australian voice came. I stopped dead in my tracks. Dropping the laptop again, I took out my gun and whirled around, firing some. Shoot first, ask later was the policy I grew up with. But my shots went into the air. The girl and the Australian were gone! Keeping up my guard, I walked over to the fence. The girl and her companion vanished. But how? And how did they know my name?
-Narrator
10:00 AM: 2 days after the capture of Gundam 02
L2 Colony, Southern Hammock District-
"Good morning angels!" An elderly voice cheerfully spoke up above the sounds of working men and machinery. But only one girl came up to him, smiling brilliantly.
"Sorry Professor K, only one angel today!" She laughed, hugging the old man tight. He hugged her back, as a father should to his "daughter". The old man looked behind her, bewildered upon where his other angel was.
"Where's your sister?" He asked, looking at the blonde teenager, concerned. She shrugged, helping herself to some of the lunch that was provided to the workers. As she took a bite from the apple, she sat upon a board and watched the workers silently. They were rebuilding a church, and it was looking magnificent. She smiled, chewing thoughtfully. The old man sighed, shaking his head.
"You never talk anymore…" He pretended a sob as he dramatically placed his hand over his heart, the other on his head, "Oh, what has happened to you? We don't talk together, we don't eat together! Oh woe is me, woe is me!" He fell into a chair, laughing silently. The girl laughed as well, throwing her apple into the trash that was by the desk near the old man. She jumped off of the board, going to the old man and giving him a hug.
"But I got you a present!" She giggled, presenting him two forms, "I signed two people up today for UN II!" The man's smile was wide as he took the forms, hungrily reading the names and the surveys. He frowned after reading the first one, pitching it into the garbage. The girl groaned.
"Ah, that was the cute one too!" She wailed. The elder man sighed, crumpling the second sheet of paper, tossing it into the trash. She stifled another wail, pouting.
"What was wrong with those two?! They were HOT!" She frowned, putting her hands on her hips and peering at the man angrily.
The old man sighed, leaning back into his chair tiredly, "They're the ones that helped that damned aristocrat steal my designs." The girl blinked, no longer looking mad.
"You mean the designs for…?"
"Yes, my designs for Sagittarius and Scorpios."
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*Is it getting any creepier? Or better? Or stupider? ;_;
C&C's are always loved and loathed. Flares even better!
Sayonara!
~Polly~
