Author's Notes: (begs) Sorry! I haven't posted like in 3 years. Got a
family emergency and BOOM! My house was chaos and I couldn't type. But I am
here and I'm alive, so here we go…What other surprises will the others
discover about the 04 pilot?
"The Other Side of The Gentle Soldier"
Chapter Six
"Got any news?"- Duo asked as he entered into Heero's room. As usually, the Japanese pilot was sitting in front of his precious laptop.
"Hn. We got a clue from J. It seems that they discovered where the information about Oz's new systems are" –the blue eyed boy answered in his flat tone.
"Well, that's something" –Duo shrugged- "The sooner we get that information, the better. It could help us to help Cat…It gives me the creeps to see him like that…"
"Hn" –was the answer from Heero as he nodded.
"What do you think about all this mess?" –Duo asked, his voice now worried as he sat in the edge of the bed.
Heero remained silent for a while, not typing anymore. Then he turned in the chair to face his friend.
"We should have been prepared for this" –he replied, surprising Duo, who said nothing. Heero continued- "The moment we left him, we should have known to expect the worse. He is not dead, but the way we knew him is indeed dead. And you know which is the problem in all this?" –Heero asked frowning.
Duo shook his head in deny, though he was inwardly smiling. Had Heero realized he had said that sentence in Duo's typical tone? No, he probably didn't.
"That the ones being affected are us, not him." –Heero answered himself- "He is, at some rate, fine. But the rest of us were not prepared for any situation that threatened his welfare. The weakness is not inside of him but inside of us…"
"Do all that mean that we are weak because we care about him?" –Duo summarized, arching his eyebrows.
Heero nodded.
"Well…" –Duo trailed off, thinking- "Then we are all surely weak. We are all worried. Cat has been great to all of us and it seems that not you or me or the others ever want to see him hurt…."
"It is harsh, but caring is, in fact, a liability for a soldier" –Heero murmured.
"Oh, don't you start with that again. I thought you have overcome that 'soldier mode speeches'" –Duo smiled slightly, making Heero frowned- "Besides, caring is not necessary a weakness sign. It has made us more careful and supportive. We've grown as soldiers and persons thanks to it. If you forget caring and kindness, then you're forgetting why are you fighting for…peace"
Duo said, making his way out of the room. He suddenly halted and added:
"I could count myself as the weakest if caring were the cause. Hell I care about you and Cat and the others! You know that…"
Heero just nodded, seeing the American pilot leaving the room. He sighed softly, typing for coordinates again.
'Then I'll have to count myself in that list too'- the 'perfect soldier' thought.
***
"Quatre" –the calm voice sounded behind the blonde boy, who was standing in front of a console in the hangar, checking Sandrock's state.
"What?" –the boy answered without turning.
"I need to talk to you" –Trowa stated, feeling rare to say that. He, Trowa, wanting to speak?
"What for?" –Quatre replied in the same position.
"For planning some battles strategies" –the taller boy answered, his voice even.
Just then, the 04 pilot turned. Trowa had to make an effort to hold the disappointed sigh between his lips, when he saw that icy expression in his friend's features.
"Fine. Lets go to the computer room" –the Arab agreed as he started walking.
Once they were there, Quatre displayed some battle's plans as he relocated some positions, added more Dolls to the virtual sketch…
"Don't you want to play a chess match?" –Trowa asked as normally as he could.
"Why?" –the Prussian eyes seemed to bore into 03's green ones.
"Both of us used to play chess very often. Don't you remember?" –Trowa asked seriously. –"We used to practice strategies while playing it and you explained the others what moves were right and how alike it was to a battle…"
Quatre frowned, his glance serious but also thoughtful.
"No. I don't recall that"- he replied, for Trowa's surprise.
"What do you recall?" –he asked, seeing the other's will to talk. Or at least he imagined so.
"There's no point in such absurd questions. I recall everything what's necessary for the missions accomplish" –the 04 pilot answered, his tone dead serious.
"What happened when you were Oz prisoner?" –Trowa tried again.
Quatre's glance locked with the green eyes, not revealing anything. Trowa held the stare with conviction. He had no intention of backing off. He had abandoned his best friend once, and he was not going to abandon him this time.
"I already reported the discovery of a new Oz's system" –the blonde boy replied.
"Did they try to control you with it?"
This time, Quatre seemed to hesitate for a second, but he answered flatly:
"Yes. The system was supposed to affect my brain waves in order to redesign my view of the enemy, making me one of them. It failed, but it's still a threat for the war…" –the Sandrock pilot said firmly.
"Did it really fail? Maybe you're not one of them and you're still one of the pilots. But…you perfectly know that you're not the same" –Trowa said, his voice kind of sad.
"How am I supposed to know that?" –the blonde frowned- "I was trained a soldier and I still am. I haven't changed."
"We are best friends" –Trowa suddenly said, taking one step ahead- "We still are, even if you don't recall that. I will make sure to help you if you allow me to. I know you think you don't need help, but you have to trust me…"
"We are allies, not friends. Friends are not necessary for a soldier. And yes, I don't need help. I am well prepared to fight by myself, without any backups. You should never underestimate a soldier…"
"I'm not underestimating you. I never have. The others may not notice it, but I am aware of your strength and abilities, since we are always together for the missions. The help I am offering you is not for wining battles against Oz, is for wining interior battles you are coping now…"
The sudden beep of the main computer interrupted Trowa's soft voice, as a mission call plopped out in the screen. In a matter of seconds, the five Gundam Pilots were there, reading the briefing. It was an urgent mission to destroy a nearby base before a keep of Dolls arrived to guard the generals and training soldiers there.
"Mission Accepted" –Heero said, as he erased the data and each pilot headed towards the hangar, to their Gundams.
Before climbing into his cockpit, Trowa turned to see Quatre, but whatever change he expected to see after their unconcluded conversation never took place. Quatre looked just the same, his eyes cold as ice as he fastened the belts and the harness.
***
"More Dolls are coming!" –Wufei warned.
"Damn these stupid machines"! –Duo said, making another MS explode, hitting it with the hilt of his scythe.
"Another party of Dolls to destroy" –the harsh voice from Sandrock's cockpit almost made the other four to jump in their seats.
It was so weird, to hear that voice instead of the reassuring advices and the disguised polite orders Quatre used to give them.
"We have to go down and to disable the main system in order to remove the target in the Dolls computers" –the strategist stated in rough orders. –"Pilot 01 and myself will take the task. The rest will stay and restrain the attack"
Duo intended to protest, but Sandrock started to descend without more words. Heero appeared in the three screens, his features looking nonchalant.
"We will not allow that worry and caring endanger another mission. You will not leave your positions" –he ordered.
The others nodded, but their glances were not as firm as they would want to.
Some time later, while lights of the battle crossed the sky where three Gundams faced the Dolls, pilot 01 and 04 made their way inside the base.
They both separate and broke into the computer rooms, searching for the main system. The different corridors leaded them through enemy fire, but both pilots were ready to shoot down any Ozie who crossed their way.
After 10 minutes of search, they reached the same room.
"The computer main system is loaded from here" –Quatre informed as he unlocked the electronic door. Heero nodded, standing one step behind, his gun aimed to the door, waiting for any surprise attack from the inside.
Above them, the screens of DeathScythe, Shenlong and Heavyarms shone as they showed their comrades exact actions, thanks to the micro cameras they were wearing.
"They are there" –Wufei murmured. Trowa and Duo nodded, their attention in the screens and the battle in front of them.
When the door opened, bullets rained from the interior, just as Heero predicted. Quatre and him ran to the sides, looking for shelter. In a minute, the pilots' direct response took several soldiers to the ground.
'He is not warning them, or asking their surrender' –Heero thought, peeking to the side, where Quatre fired with death accuracy and without hesitation.
After the bullets exchange, the room stayed silent as all the Ozies were shot down.
"Now" –Quatre ordered, and he and Heero proceed to take seats in front of the consoles, unlocking codes and erasing the Dolls targets.
"We got just six minutes more" –Heero reminded the mission schedule, but he and Quatre both stood at the same time. The task was successfully finished.
01 and 04 were ready to sprint towards the exit, but a sudden explosion caught them out of guard, knocking them to the ground. Through the hole in the right wall, a troop of soldiers penetrated. Their leader was a huge, bulky man, his arms and face covered by scars. He seemed like a giant of a tale.
Taking advantage of the surprise, the soldiers rushed over them, wielding knives, guns and other weapons.
"Bastards" –Duo hissed, lifting Shinigami in order to descend to ground.
"Do not move, Duo" –Trowa warned in low voice- "They are both able to control the situation"
Wufei and Duo just crossed nervous glances, and then returned to fight, but always with their attention over the screens.
Meanwhile, Heero kicked guns off of the Ozies hands, sending them to the ground with powerful blows. He halted to see Quatre, but he rapidly understood he didn't need to worry. Bodies were falling, dead or unconscious, as the blonde pilot whirled, kicked, punched or fired.
But Heero suddenly stopped in his attack, seeing how the enormous sergeant rushed over to Quatre.
"Look out!" –he warned, but with now avail.
The man hit directly the smaller boy, sending him to the ground. Heero attempted to run and help him, but it wasn't necessary.
Quatre was on his feet in a second, and when the man tried to repeat the movement, he was surprised to see the pilot ducking effectively, even jumping over him, while the blonde grabbed hold of the sergeant arm, twisting it painfully. He then kicked the man's back, sending the ozie down. And when the sergeant tried to get up, he just was knocked again by a kick-punch combination. The body remained immobile on the floor.
"Lets go" –the Prussian eyes showed no emotion as he ran pass Heero. The Japanese pilot followed. They ran as fast as possible (which was, indeed, very, very fast) to reach the exit in order to get in their Gundams before the base exploded into ashes.
"How much more?" –Duo asked from his cockpit.
"One minute" –Wufei replied.
"The detonators are about to activate" –Trowa confirmed, seeing the countdown on the screen.
"Come on, come on…" –Duo murmured, watching helplessly his two friends still inside the location. They were almost out, almost out…but…
Heero halted suddenly, seeing their escape route blocked. They were supposed to exit through that corridor to meet their Gundams outside, but a big wooden balk had been put there as a barrier.
After one second of stillness, Wing pilot sprinted again and landed a solid kick in the barrier, trying to break it up. But the balk didn't even cracked. It was way too thick. And they were running out of time.
Heero backed off and got ready to repeat the movement. The balk moved and cracked ever so little, but the space was still too small to allow pass. When he backed again, he turned to see Quatre also getting ready, and before he moved, the Arabian pilot ran and kicked, sending the balk to the floor, cracking into pieces…
***
The mission was accomplished successfully and the pilots were back in the Winner shelter. Each of them had gone to rest for a while, and it was almost evening now.
Normally, this would have been 'tea time' for Quatre, Trowa, Wufei and Heero. Duo always preferred sodas, but anyway, they were kind of accustomed to that manner when they were in one of Quatre's places.
But this time was completely different. Since they arrival, Quatre had gone to check the missions' data, the Gundams perform, the number of destroyed Dolls…Now he was missing, while the other four were talking softly in one of the large rooms.
"Something wrong, Hee-kun?" –Duo asked, seeing the Japanese concentrated state.
Heero didn't reply, just thought for a moment how strange was hearing the Japanese treatment from Duo. He turned to see the American, just to discover the naughty smile. Yea, Duo knew he would catch his attention with that.
"Quatre has never practiced with us" –he suddenly said. The others frowned, not understanding.
"We don't have information about his physical development. He doesn't assist to the training sessions…" –Heero voiced his thoughts.
"We have never asked him" –Wufei replied- "You are mentioning this because…"
"Because the reply and attack time of this mission was outstanding. Since he has never been involved in physical attacks I didn't count on…"
"He has, in other missions. But you have never witnessed it. I am his mission's partner so I perfectly know about his abilities. We usually underestimated him unconsciously, and he realizes it. But he has never complained about it…"
"Well, that's like Cat. He is very modest. He surely wouldn't like to go around claiming his abilities" –Duo said seriously.
"But, still…" –Wufei said with a wistful glance- "He doesn't seem the type. I don't mean to underestimate him, but his complexion and polite manners…"
"He was trained to hide his fight abilities too"
A deep voice interrupted the conversation. Every one turned to see Rashid entering the room. He stood there, leaning against the wall. The curious glances of the pilots gave him the clue to continue.
"Quatre has been trained like each one of you. Attack, velocity, response, strategy…complete training. And, as an extra advantage, he knows how to feign and hide his abilities, because he descends from an unique breed of warriors…"
"Excuse me?" –Duo said, his amethyst eyes confused.
"I thought you would notice it, but you haven't asked why Quatre's appearance is so unusual for an Arabian" -Rashid half smiled, then he went on- "His mother, lady Quatrina was the last descend of the special warriors of our antique kingdoms, so Quatre is, now, the last one of them…"
"So?" –Wufei frowned, hardly believing what he was hearing.
"So" –the manguanac replied- "Quatre is a Neo-Arabic"
To Be Continued…
***Shinigami's Voice***
A/N: You got it! I gave you a long chapter in regard for the long wait. Well, I know it's very OOC, but hey! Fanfic is fanfic, I suppose writers can invent whatever they want. Besides, you gotta agreed Cat is quite different from the Arabians appearance. Wait for a while, and if you R&R, I'll post faster…Be nice! R&R!
"The Other Side of The Gentle Soldier"
Chapter Six
"Got any news?"- Duo asked as he entered into Heero's room. As usually, the Japanese pilot was sitting in front of his precious laptop.
"Hn. We got a clue from J. It seems that they discovered where the information about Oz's new systems are" –the blue eyed boy answered in his flat tone.
"Well, that's something" –Duo shrugged- "The sooner we get that information, the better. It could help us to help Cat…It gives me the creeps to see him like that…"
"Hn" –was the answer from Heero as he nodded.
"What do you think about all this mess?" –Duo asked, his voice now worried as he sat in the edge of the bed.
Heero remained silent for a while, not typing anymore. Then he turned in the chair to face his friend.
"We should have been prepared for this" –he replied, surprising Duo, who said nothing. Heero continued- "The moment we left him, we should have known to expect the worse. He is not dead, but the way we knew him is indeed dead. And you know which is the problem in all this?" –Heero asked frowning.
Duo shook his head in deny, though he was inwardly smiling. Had Heero realized he had said that sentence in Duo's typical tone? No, he probably didn't.
"That the ones being affected are us, not him." –Heero answered himself- "He is, at some rate, fine. But the rest of us were not prepared for any situation that threatened his welfare. The weakness is not inside of him but inside of us…"
"Do all that mean that we are weak because we care about him?" –Duo summarized, arching his eyebrows.
Heero nodded.
"Well…" –Duo trailed off, thinking- "Then we are all surely weak. We are all worried. Cat has been great to all of us and it seems that not you or me or the others ever want to see him hurt…."
"It is harsh, but caring is, in fact, a liability for a soldier" –Heero murmured.
"Oh, don't you start with that again. I thought you have overcome that 'soldier mode speeches'" –Duo smiled slightly, making Heero frowned- "Besides, caring is not necessary a weakness sign. It has made us more careful and supportive. We've grown as soldiers and persons thanks to it. If you forget caring and kindness, then you're forgetting why are you fighting for…peace"
Duo said, making his way out of the room. He suddenly halted and added:
"I could count myself as the weakest if caring were the cause. Hell I care about you and Cat and the others! You know that…"
Heero just nodded, seeing the American pilot leaving the room. He sighed softly, typing for coordinates again.
'Then I'll have to count myself in that list too'- the 'perfect soldier' thought.
***
"Quatre" –the calm voice sounded behind the blonde boy, who was standing in front of a console in the hangar, checking Sandrock's state.
"What?" –the boy answered without turning.
"I need to talk to you" –Trowa stated, feeling rare to say that. He, Trowa, wanting to speak?
"What for?" –Quatre replied in the same position.
"For planning some battles strategies" –the taller boy answered, his voice even.
Just then, the 04 pilot turned. Trowa had to make an effort to hold the disappointed sigh between his lips, when he saw that icy expression in his friend's features.
"Fine. Lets go to the computer room" –the Arab agreed as he started walking.
Once they were there, Quatre displayed some battle's plans as he relocated some positions, added more Dolls to the virtual sketch…
"Don't you want to play a chess match?" –Trowa asked as normally as he could.
"Why?" –the Prussian eyes seemed to bore into 03's green ones.
"Both of us used to play chess very often. Don't you remember?" –Trowa asked seriously. –"We used to practice strategies while playing it and you explained the others what moves were right and how alike it was to a battle…"
Quatre frowned, his glance serious but also thoughtful.
"No. I don't recall that"- he replied, for Trowa's surprise.
"What do you recall?" –he asked, seeing the other's will to talk. Or at least he imagined so.
"There's no point in such absurd questions. I recall everything what's necessary for the missions accomplish" –the 04 pilot answered, his tone dead serious.
"What happened when you were Oz prisoner?" –Trowa tried again.
Quatre's glance locked with the green eyes, not revealing anything. Trowa held the stare with conviction. He had no intention of backing off. He had abandoned his best friend once, and he was not going to abandon him this time.
"I already reported the discovery of a new Oz's system" –the blonde boy replied.
"Did they try to control you with it?"
This time, Quatre seemed to hesitate for a second, but he answered flatly:
"Yes. The system was supposed to affect my brain waves in order to redesign my view of the enemy, making me one of them. It failed, but it's still a threat for the war…" –the Sandrock pilot said firmly.
"Did it really fail? Maybe you're not one of them and you're still one of the pilots. But…you perfectly know that you're not the same" –Trowa said, his voice kind of sad.
"How am I supposed to know that?" –the blonde frowned- "I was trained a soldier and I still am. I haven't changed."
"We are best friends" –Trowa suddenly said, taking one step ahead- "We still are, even if you don't recall that. I will make sure to help you if you allow me to. I know you think you don't need help, but you have to trust me…"
"We are allies, not friends. Friends are not necessary for a soldier. And yes, I don't need help. I am well prepared to fight by myself, without any backups. You should never underestimate a soldier…"
"I'm not underestimating you. I never have. The others may not notice it, but I am aware of your strength and abilities, since we are always together for the missions. The help I am offering you is not for wining battles against Oz, is for wining interior battles you are coping now…"
The sudden beep of the main computer interrupted Trowa's soft voice, as a mission call plopped out in the screen. In a matter of seconds, the five Gundam Pilots were there, reading the briefing. It was an urgent mission to destroy a nearby base before a keep of Dolls arrived to guard the generals and training soldiers there.
"Mission Accepted" –Heero said, as he erased the data and each pilot headed towards the hangar, to their Gundams.
Before climbing into his cockpit, Trowa turned to see Quatre, but whatever change he expected to see after their unconcluded conversation never took place. Quatre looked just the same, his eyes cold as ice as he fastened the belts and the harness.
***
"More Dolls are coming!" –Wufei warned.
"Damn these stupid machines"! –Duo said, making another MS explode, hitting it with the hilt of his scythe.
"Another party of Dolls to destroy" –the harsh voice from Sandrock's cockpit almost made the other four to jump in their seats.
It was so weird, to hear that voice instead of the reassuring advices and the disguised polite orders Quatre used to give them.
"We have to go down and to disable the main system in order to remove the target in the Dolls computers" –the strategist stated in rough orders. –"Pilot 01 and myself will take the task. The rest will stay and restrain the attack"
Duo intended to protest, but Sandrock started to descend without more words. Heero appeared in the three screens, his features looking nonchalant.
"We will not allow that worry and caring endanger another mission. You will not leave your positions" –he ordered.
The others nodded, but their glances were not as firm as they would want to.
Some time later, while lights of the battle crossed the sky where three Gundams faced the Dolls, pilot 01 and 04 made their way inside the base.
They both separate and broke into the computer rooms, searching for the main system. The different corridors leaded them through enemy fire, but both pilots were ready to shoot down any Ozie who crossed their way.
After 10 minutes of search, they reached the same room.
"The computer main system is loaded from here" –Quatre informed as he unlocked the electronic door. Heero nodded, standing one step behind, his gun aimed to the door, waiting for any surprise attack from the inside.
Above them, the screens of DeathScythe, Shenlong and Heavyarms shone as they showed their comrades exact actions, thanks to the micro cameras they were wearing.
"They are there" –Wufei murmured. Trowa and Duo nodded, their attention in the screens and the battle in front of them.
When the door opened, bullets rained from the interior, just as Heero predicted. Quatre and him ran to the sides, looking for shelter. In a minute, the pilots' direct response took several soldiers to the ground.
'He is not warning them, or asking their surrender' –Heero thought, peeking to the side, where Quatre fired with death accuracy and without hesitation.
After the bullets exchange, the room stayed silent as all the Ozies were shot down.
"Now" –Quatre ordered, and he and Heero proceed to take seats in front of the consoles, unlocking codes and erasing the Dolls targets.
"We got just six minutes more" –Heero reminded the mission schedule, but he and Quatre both stood at the same time. The task was successfully finished.
01 and 04 were ready to sprint towards the exit, but a sudden explosion caught them out of guard, knocking them to the ground. Through the hole in the right wall, a troop of soldiers penetrated. Their leader was a huge, bulky man, his arms and face covered by scars. He seemed like a giant of a tale.
Taking advantage of the surprise, the soldiers rushed over them, wielding knives, guns and other weapons.
"Bastards" –Duo hissed, lifting Shinigami in order to descend to ground.
"Do not move, Duo" –Trowa warned in low voice- "They are both able to control the situation"
Wufei and Duo just crossed nervous glances, and then returned to fight, but always with their attention over the screens.
Meanwhile, Heero kicked guns off of the Ozies hands, sending them to the ground with powerful blows. He halted to see Quatre, but he rapidly understood he didn't need to worry. Bodies were falling, dead or unconscious, as the blonde pilot whirled, kicked, punched or fired.
But Heero suddenly stopped in his attack, seeing how the enormous sergeant rushed over to Quatre.
"Look out!" –he warned, but with now avail.
The man hit directly the smaller boy, sending him to the ground. Heero attempted to run and help him, but it wasn't necessary.
Quatre was on his feet in a second, and when the man tried to repeat the movement, he was surprised to see the pilot ducking effectively, even jumping over him, while the blonde grabbed hold of the sergeant arm, twisting it painfully. He then kicked the man's back, sending the ozie down. And when the sergeant tried to get up, he just was knocked again by a kick-punch combination. The body remained immobile on the floor.
"Lets go" –the Prussian eyes showed no emotion as he ran pass Heero. The Japanese pilot followed. They ran as fast as possible (which was, indeed, very, very fast) to reach the exit in order to get in their Gundams before the base exploded into ashes.
"How much more?" –Duo asked from his cockpit.
"One minute" –Wufei replied.
"The detonators are about to activate" –Trowa confirmed, seeing the countdown on the screen.
"Come on, come on…" –Duo murmured, watching helplessly his two friends still inside the location. They were almost out, almost out…but…
Heero halted suddenly, seeing their escape route blocked. They were supposed to exit through that corridor to meet their Gundams outside, but a big wooden balk had been put there as a barrier.
After one second of stillness, Wing pilot sprinted again and landed a solid kick in the barrier, trying to break it up. But the balk didn't even cracked. It was way too thick. And they were running out of time.
Heero backed off and got ready to repeat the movement. The balk moved and cracked ever so little, but the space was still too small to allow pass. When he backed again, he turned to see Quatre also getting ready, and before he moved, the Arabian pilot ran and kicked, sending the balk to the floor, cracking into pieces…
***
The mission was accomplished successfully and the pilots were back in the Winner shelter. Each of them had gone to rest for a while, and it was almost evening now.
Normally, this would have been 'tea time' for Quatre, Trowa, Wufei and Heero. Duo always preferred sodas, but anyway, they were kind of accustomed to that manner when they were in one of Quatre's places.
But this time was completely different. Since they arrival, Quatre had gone to check the missions' data, the Gundams perform, the number of destroyed Dolls…Now he was missing, while the other four were talking softly in one of the large rooms.
"Something wrong, Hee-kun?" –Duo asked, seeing the Japanese concentrated state.
Heero didn't reply, just thought for a moment how strange was hearing the Japanese treatment from Duo. He turned to see the American, just to discover the naughty smile. Yea, Duo knew he would catch his attention with that.
"Quatre has never practiced with us" –he suddenly said. The others frowned, not understanding.
"We don't have information about his physical development. He doesn't assist to the training sessions…" –Heero voiced his thoughts.
"We have never asked him" –Wufei replied- "You are mentioning this because…"
"Because the reply and attack time of this mission was outstanding. Since he has never been involved in physical attacks I didn't count on…"
"He has, in other missions. But you have never witnessed it. I am his mission's partner so I perfectly know about his abilities. We usually underestimated him unconsciously, and he realizes it. But he has never complained about it…"
"Well, that's like Cat. He is very modest. He surely wouldn't like to go around claiming his abilities" –Duo said seriously.
"But, still…" –Wufei said with a wistful glance- "He doesn't seem the type. I don't mean to underestimate him, but his complexion and polite manners…"
"He was trained to hide his fight abilities too"
A deep voice interrupted the conversation. Every one turned to see Rashid entering the room. He stood there, leaning against the wall. The curious glances of the pilots gave him the clue to continue.
"Quatre has been trained like each one of you. Attack, velocity, response, strategy…complete training. And, as an extra advantage, he knows how to feign and hide his abilities, because he descends from an unique breed of warriors…"
"Excuse me?" –Duo said, his amethyst eyes confused.
"I thought you would notice it, but you haven't asked why Quatre's appearance is so unusual for an Arabian" -Rashid half smiled, then he went on- "His mother, lady Quatrina was the last descend of the special warriors of our antique kingdoms, so Quatre is, now, the last one of them…"
"So?" –Wufei frowned, hardly believing what he was hearing.
"So" –the manguanac replied- "Quatre is a Neo-Arabic"
To Be Continued…
***Shinigami's Voice***
A/N: You got it! I gave you a long chapter in regard for the long wait. Well, I know it's very OOC, but hey! Fanfic is fanfic, I suppose writers can invent whatever they want. Besides, you gotta agreed Cat is quite different from the Arabians appearance. Wait for a while, and if you R&R, I'll post faster…Be nice! R&R!
