A Gundam For Sale

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A girl with long, braided, purple hair, pale skin, pale brown eyes slightly green with suspicion, wearing a black tank top, black long-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and black shoes stood looking at Lord Une, a man she strongly suspected of being someone she didn't want to meet again.

D'arcy Collins! Lord Une said. I'm very pleased to meet you. Please have a seat.

Thank you, but I'd rather stand.

As you will. I hear you have a Gundam.

D'arcy's eyes grew a bit greener. Yes, I do. Why?

I had been hoping to convince you to sell it to me.

No. I won't sell it. To anyone.

Lord Une's voice remained pleasant, polite, reasoning. Why not? I'm making a good offer.

Lord Une, you have built this up from nothing, D'arcy said, gesturing all around her. You would not sell it to even the highest bidder, would you? Please, do not ask me to give up something that means as much to me as I'm sure this base must mean to you.

It's just a mobile suit.

Made of Gundanium, sir. There's no just' about a Gundam.

Lord Une continued to look at her in a pleasant way intended to make her feel like a fool.

Besides, I built it specifically for me. I don't think it will accept anyone else.

Miss Collins, you may sell it to me or give it to me, whichever you like, but I will have it. His voice was still pleasant, but held a threat.

D'arcy raised her eyebrows, outdoing him in haughtiness. Oh? Will you?

Yes, I will. Seize her!

Two of his guards grabbed her arms. She struggled, and knocked one over. Another took his place.

That's enough! Lord Une said. Now, Miss Collins, will you give me your Gundam?



Very well. He took one of her arms. She stiffened, then relaxed, smiling a very small smile. She watched, trying to fight down giggles, as he tried to break her arm. he swore. Why can't I break your arm?

You're weak, oh Lord Une. Try harder.

Uhnnnnnnn! I can't!

Want to know why? she taunted.

Shut up! He slapped at her with his left hand, and she bit off a finger. She spat it onto the floor.

Well, at least you've dropped down from your high ropes. Did it occur to you, maybe, that I might not be from Earth?

Silence.

There are tales of a young man, Heero Yuy, who was inhumanly perfect. Maybe I'm like him.

Silence.

Seeing as the human race can only breed with itself, he must have gained his perfection through hard work. Thus, anyone could become like him, given the right circumstances.

Silence.

Her voice was like ice. Never underestimate your enemy, Lord Une.

He clenched his teeth and tried to stop the flow of blood.

I'm leaving, she said, took out the guards, and left. The other guards whispered among themselves, and decided, She must be invincible! Let's not fight a lost battle. Just let her go.

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Heero smiled down at Relena, and she smiled back, and squeezed his hand.

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Well, I guess that's it for now, Duo said. He and his friends walked home, joking laughing.

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Trowa sat in front of the circus, holding his knees and thinking.

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Quatre sighed and looked out the window, then turned back to his work.

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Wufei sat working as a Preventer next to Wind. Sally and Noin were across the room. Lady Une came in and said, Okay, everyone. Time for an update.