Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, as much as I want to. I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making money.

AN: Hello fellow writers and readers! Here is yet another story..and this time, Relena is a part of it...I know...u see? I do like her! so, it's somewhat clumsy here, as I establish the plot..but will get better, I promise!!! Now, read on and I need some ideas...those areas which are indicated in the story...PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!


~*~*~*~* are flashbacks
'blah blah' are thoughts

Devious Angel
Chapter 2: Meeting G-Angels




It was a week after the talk with Noin about the different gangs when Relena signed up for a design contest. According to the rules, one had 2 hours to come up with a design, whether it be for an article of clothing, a piece of furniture, a room, or even a hairstyle. It didn't have to be realistic; the winner was wanted for creativity. The prize was a one-week workshop with a designer of their choice from a given list, but Relena wanted to go for the fun of it. She knew she wouldn't win; she was just an amateur. But it wouldn't hurt to try. Then, Noin and gang confronted her again.

"You signed up for the designing contest." Alex said in an accusing tone.

"And?" Relena asked off handedly. She decided that she didn't want to join this Rose gang; the people were too…untrusting. They were cold, and most likely didn't care about her anyway.

"The contest takes place on the OTHER side of town." Mueller continued.

"So?" Relena turned to fully face Alex, Mueller and Noin.

"It takes place in EC."

"EC?"

"Echo Collegiate." Noin said, rolling her eyes. "Don't you know anything?"

'Excuse me for being a new comer.' Relena thought. "I've only been here for a week, and I haven't been there yet." She replied defensively. She turned around and took a few steps down the hallway. She paused, and turned her head, looking slightly over her shoulder.

"It doesn't matter if it's at Echo Collegiate or not. I'm going there for the contest. But I'll thank you for any warning, as they seem to be given. It's clear that the war between you guys and the gang there is between possession. And I won't be caught in it." She said before walking down the hallway and out the door of the school. She didn't have to look back to see their expressions. She could feel their glare.


The week passed by pretty much uneventfully for Relena. She refused to talk to any of the members of the Rose Gang. Although it may have seemed like she was avoiding them due to the last talk, it was for other reasons. Relena was actually afraid that talking to them would make her change her mind about joining the contest. In truth, she was going mainly for the contest, but she had to admit that she wanted to meet this other gang. G-Angels. The name felt familiar, as if she belonged to it. She'd have to wait and see. For some reason, she had no doubt that the gang would be there. It only made sense as people from the entire town, their side or the side she lived in, would be there. It was their school and side of town, after all.



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Relena stepped out of her car as Pagan opened the door for her. She looked up at Echo Collegiate, taking in the surroundings. The school was made of bricks, most likely at least 30 years old, but still in average state. There were several students she recognized from her own school, but she didn't know any of them. Then, there were the students of EC itself. Those students apparently belonged, as they were dressed differently, and lounged on the stairs of the school and the property, obviously knowing the place well. Unlike the side of town she came from, where most students were dressed up in expensive clothing of popular brand names, these students dressed casually. The girl's she recognized from her school wore blouses and skirts. The girl's from this school wore jeans and sweatshirts, tank tops and short skirts, all casual wear in the chilly November weather. She glanced down at her own loose, comfortable, dark jeans with her red sweater. She doubt she fit, but she didn't want to wear any of her tank tops or skirts. Yet. She needed to see the area first. Plus, she couldn't dress too informally for the contest. Famous designers were going to be there.

She started up the cement stairs, ignoring all the looks she was getting. First things first, she had to register for the contest. That was her priority. Looking at people and signs of the G-Angel gang would come next…

She paused hesitantly. So much for the gang coming next. Near the top of the stairs were two boys. One had blond hair, the other with long chestnut hair, in a braid. Both of them had black leather jackets on. The blond wore black pants and Relena could see the beige top inside the leather jacket. He had light blue eyes that looked friendly. The one with long chestnut hair had a pair of loose, baggy dark jeans on. Inside his leather jacket was a tight violet shirt. His eyes were violet. Also looked friendly. Both of them wore the navy choker with a cross.

'Looks can be deceiving Relena!' She told herself. She swallowed, keeping her face neutral. Both of them were looking at her. As she stopped to read the sign at the door for directions into the school to the cafeteria where the contest was to be held, another teen, to her left, was watching here. She turned with a questioningly look to him, taking him in. He was Chinese, black hair tied back into a tight ponytail. He had on a leather jacket, blue top, and black pants. He also wore a navy choker with a cross.

"Yes? Is something the matter?" She asked politely. The Chinese straightened from his place where he had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"New in town?" He asked, looking her up and down.

"Yes." She answered.

"Be careful around town." He pushed past her to join his fellow gang members. She ignored them, entering the school and following the posted directions to the cafeteria. Once there, she registered at the table with an elderly man, who gave her the confirmation number she needed and directed her to her seat.

Relena stepped into the surprisingly clean cafeteria, most likely cleaned for the event. The tables had a bench connected to them, and boards were set up at about a meter and a half sections to separate 'desks'. All contestants were to face one direction. Matching her number with her desk, Relena put down her bag, and took out her needed materials: pencils, black pens, fine liners, pencil crayons, ruler, eraser, and drawing board. Setting up the small area as she did at home, she glanced around her. As she sat down in her place and turned to look forward, she almost fell back. In front of her stood yet another G-Angel member. She bit her lip.

"You scared me." She said. The youth straightened and sat down on the bench across from her. She studied him, as he studied her.

Relena could tell that this one was Japanese. He wore the same choker, leather jacket, and a cobalt top with dark jeans. His eyes were an icy cobalt blue.

"Relena Peacecraft." He said. She looked back at him, startled.

"How'd you know?" She asked, confused.

"Your name tag." He pointed out. She flushed. Of course, what kind of a question did she ask?

"You don't have a name tag." She murmured. "What's your name? Are you here for the contest too?"

The teen nodded. "My name is Heero Yuy." He lowered his voice. "Be careful around this town."

Relena almost glared at him. "Why is everyone telling me that? Another Chinese with a ponytail said the same thing outside. So did Noin, Alex, and Mueller!" She said, exasperated. Heero raised an eyebrow at the mention of the Chinese youth, and then narrowed as eyes at the mentioning of Noin, Alex and Mueller.

"Why?" He leaned forward, inches from her face. Relena almost backed down, but she forced herself to stay still.

"Yea, why?" She managed to choke out.

"Simple. You are very beautiful Relena Peacecraft. People will take advantage of you. You look pretty innocent. This town is pretty rough when it comes to teenagers."

Relena flushed at the comment of being beautiful. She knew she was pretty, but this was the first time that someone, apart from her father's clients, called her beautiful. Heero straightened and crossed the distance between benches to seat himself directly in front of her, back facing her. He turned back for a moment.

"Meet me outside the school after the contest." He said. She nodded, and he turned back around.

The contest was explained, and this year's topic was to design a costume for the upcoming prom. The requirements were that it had to be formal. Both guys and girls participating in the contest were to design a dress. Relena set to work, the perfect design in her head.

Two hours later, the contests were submitted. Relena repacked her bag, and headed for the front of the school. In the distance, she could see Heero in front of her, just exiting the school. Glancing at her watch, she realized that Pagan would be there. She exited, and stood, scanning the road for the elder man.

"Relena." Heero wasn't far, just beside her, leaning against the wall.

"Just a minute Heero. I just want to drop my stuff off and tell Pagan to pick me up later."

"Sure. Don't bother, I'll give you a lift home." He answered. Spotting the car, Relena didn't answer and made her way down to the car. Pagan opened the door, and Relena dropped her bag off.

"How did the contest go Miss Relena?" Pagan asked. Relena smiled. "It was create, I had fun. I never designed under pressure. I think the outcome is better as long as it isn't stressful." Relena answered. "Oh, Pagan, I'm going to walk around in this part of the town. You go on home first. I'll be back later, you don't have to pick me up."

"Are you sure, Miss Relena?"

"Yes."

"All right." Pagan closed the door and got into the drivers seat. With a final wave, he drove off. Relena turned back to the school to see Heero and his friends, all in leather jackets, seated to the bottom left of the stairs to the school. There was one more addition: a tall youth with brown hair cascading down his face in a unibang to cover half of his face. He was wearing an emerald shirt under the jacket with blue jeans. His eyes were green, and sharp, studying her. The expression was almost cold. Taking a deep breath, Relena started toward Heero across the street. She paused in front of them.

"You wanted to speak to me Heero?" She asked after a moment. Heero nodded, standing.

"I wanted to introduce you to this side of the town and to meet my friends." Heero turned to his four friends. "Guys, this is Relena Peacecraft from the other side of town. She's new here." He turned back to Relena. "Relena, this is Duo, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei." He introduced, pointing to each of the boys. They nodded in reply, only the blond and chestnut with long hair smiling at her.

"Nice to meet you." She said. Wufei snorted.

"She has manners Yuy."

"It's a pleasure." Quatre cut him off. "Of course she does Wufei! She's a well brought up lady!"

Relena flushed at the comment. "Anything else?" She asked Heero. Heero nodded, and gestured for her to sit. She did as told, sitting on the railing at the side.

"Your side of the town is ruled by the Rose Gang." Heero started.

"I know. They want me in."

Heero's eyes narrowed. "Then you probably know us Devils."

"I thought the name was G-Angels." Relena asked. Heero nodded.

"It is."

"So, what's special? What's the war between you two gangs?"

"Heero." Trowa said in a low voice. Relena could tell there were things they wanted to keep hidden. It wasn't wrong; they didn't know her well.

"I'm sorry for asking. I just wondered about the Rose Gang. What's with them? They are all stuck up and rich and just…" She struggled for a word. "Cold. You guys are…" She trailed off.

"Are?" Duo asked.

"I don't know. I hardly know you all." She shrugged and stood. "I'm going for lunch. Care to point me in the right direction?"

"Café all right?" Quatre asked, standing. Relena nodded as the others all stood.

"We'll go with you. Our treat. Welcome to town." Heero said.

"Thank yo-"

"RELENA!"

Relena flinched at the sound of the roaring voice. She turned to see Zechs, Noin, Alex and Mueller. It was Alex who had called her. Relena hated the sound of her name said by him. Alex always made it sound like "Relana".

"It's Relena." She snapped at him, fed up. "What is it?"

"What are you doing here?" Alex asked, eyeing the G-Angels.

"I was here for the contest Alex. When did you become my personal guard? If I do recall, we've only met for a week."

"The contest is over Relena." Noin said. "Let's go."

"No. I'm going to lunch. They've offered to show me around this side of town and I'd like that much better. None of you showed me anything; I found everything on my own. It'd be nice to be truly accepted and welcomed."

"Heero Yuy." Zechs said.

"Zechs Merquise. Long time no see." Heero returned. "Anything wrong with my showing Miss Relena around this side of town?"

"Of course not. Relena is free."

"Zechs!" Noin interrupted, but Zechs held up his hand to silence her.

"Do as you please Heero Yuy. But do know that she's an important person. Keep her alive."

"Done." Heero nodded curtly. He turned to Relena. "Let's go."

Relena only nodded before turning on her heel and following the 5 youths she just met today. But Noin caught her hand.

"Take this Relena." She slipped the choker with the heart into Relena's hand before she could protest, and jogged after her other friends. With a sigh, Relena pocketed the choker and followed the teens to the café. She was angry.


She was human. Not property. What did Zechs mean by free? How dare he refer to her as property?! And worst of all, they had no right to order her to go home, or follow her for that matter…













Saori: How is the second chapter? I hope it's good...next chapter: to explain which gang Relena will choose!!! Guesses anyone?