This chapter might seem a bit boring at the beginning, sorry, but if
you're not interested in the history of the School and such, you might
just want to skip the part about me talking about all that, and go
ahead down to the second half of the chapter. Although, you might
end up getting confused a bit later on, if you don't read it. Thank you
for reviews, you lovely people, you! ^_^ They are much appreciated!
Please r+r?

About the Gothic Quatre thing, I may attempt to draw that (it's gonna
be kawaii because Quatre was a seventh grader at the time) and use
one of my friends' scanners. If I ever get around to it, I'll mention it,
eh?

This chapter is shorter than the others, gomen. Though, it's just a filler,
and it's adding onto the plot, so it didn't need much.

-Seph

Warnings: Shounon ai, Language, Mature Content, Character
Death, Angst, 1 + 2, 3 + 4, Violence, Lots of blue.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Gundam Wing or
any of it's characters. Did you really think I did?

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+ Blue + Chapter IV + By Seph Lorraine +

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The night time held much more of a chill than the overcast day had.
Such was the cold, that those traveling outdoors were forced to pull
out their winter parkas earlier this year. A storm was coming, they
all feared, as the TV weather man delivered his forecast, inside the
heated dormitories, and homes surrounding the district.

The town in which St. Wynndal upon Nippon Academy was located
was a rather small quiet town, one of those where every one knew
their neighbour; approximately 45 minutes southwest of Kyoto. It
was a safe enviroment for the students to leave the dorms and go
into town whenever their wills desired. The town wasn't even slightly
large, and the entire school establishment was constructed within
the very eastern edge of it. It held your normal shoppes and stores,
an Ice Cream shop, a Starbucks Coffee™, Pharmacy, Doctor's Office,
Bank, Gift Shops, etc.

The school itself, St. Wynndal upon Nippon Academy-- to the students,
known as Swyna (pron. sü-wi-nä)-- was a rather large establishment
compared to the size of it's town. It was built in the style of such
British colleges as Cambridge, with it's town running amoungst the
student facilities, and around. Of course the architecture was nothing
of that as Cambridge-- not to mention Swyna wasn't a college.

The school had been founded by Brit named Adam Wynndal, whom
came as a missionary of the Protestant faith, by the consent of good
Queen Diana(1) to Japan in the late 21st century; 2088 or so. At the
time it had been an almost astonishing fact that such a highly
populated area as Japan would only have 1% of it's population holding
the Christian faith.

Due to his Academy--originally Her Majesty Diana's Academy of
Faith--and it's reputation for converting many of the Japanese in the
southern archipelago to the Protestant faith, after Mr. Wynndal's
death in the early 22nd century, the school was renamed in honour
of its founder as St. Wynndal upon Nippon Academy.

Swyna was the size of a University, with almost as much to offer as
well. Usually it was only the exceptionably rich children who were
admitted to the school. In many cases, as public schools would take
trips past Swyna, they would wrinkle their nose and groan about all
the snobby rich kids who must live there. That's how Swyna was seen,
upon the outside. Though, once you were in, it was a different story.

Like all schools, Swyna had it's flaws. There was very much a lack of
faculty and staff, such that several unqualified Algebra teachers were
instructing the eleventh graders on such subjects as Trig. and Calculus.
The few custodians present on school grounds seemed to be strangely
influenced by the full moon-- figured due to the strange howling that
came from Custodian Bob's window every time the entire moon lit
up the sky. And even though the appearance of the school was one of
graddeur, it was hardly like that in the classrooms.

Teachers would constantly turn down offers of working in the school
due to the students many behaviour problems (the usual gang fights,
armed robbery, and spitballs, etc), weird cases (the continuous
campus suicides and student dissappearances), and the schools
qualifications for staff (who would have thought 'treating rabies, and
brain fever' was a qualification to teach). To live through Swyna,
you had to be born of God, himself.

Though, due to it's large size and many trees through the school
lawns, it was good for privacy. Very good for privacy (it had taken
them a whole year to realize that a serial killer was burying all of
his victims underneath the Principle's wife's prize-winning rose bushes).
That was probably why no one noticed the small dark figure that
slowly ambled across the lawn.

Bathed in pale moonlight, Heero Yuy, walked from his dormitory
out onto the vast lawns of Swyna. Silently, the boy walked, darting
into the shadows nearing the main office near the front of the campus.
He was, again, dressed in black, this time even his shirt had that
ebony hue, his shoes, soft soled, were silent as he walked through the
trees. He had only one thing on his mind at the moment, an e-mail
he had received moments ago in his room:

[ Begin information transmission immediately. TRG: QRWinner
DTAR: Student #619902 ](2)

He darted quickly out of the bushes and onto the dark sidewalk. The
fuses of outdoor lamp lights had "conveniantly" been short circuited
a few minutes earlier in the evening causing the grounds of Swyna
to be most frighteningly dreary. Though, it had also called away the
office secretary on an early leave, so that she could check up on
finding the electrician, by that time it would be time for her to leave.

This would also give Heero just the right amount of time to make a
reconnaissance route through the main office, and get back into his
dorm room before all campus building were automatically locked at
eleven o'clock sharp.

He took out the decoding mechanism from his pants pocket and
slid it into the pannel on side of the lock. He activated the memory
of the small chip, arming the door locks, and the small device quickly
served it's purpose...

[ Lock PSA: 12#### // Lock PSA: 1234## // Lock PSA: *123456* ]

He disabled the lock, and retracted the device, then did a classic
double-take. '123456? What kind of idiot made a code like that?
...I have that same combination on my luggage!'(3) He shrugged
and silently entered the building.

He shut the door quickly, and glanced quickly arround the room he
had entered. There was a bronze plate at the head of each of the
three desks in the room. Each was a different secretary position,
and each was empty, as suspected. The room had two other door
ways leading from it. One was soon found to be a coat closet, as
the other led into a dark hallway.

He walked silently and swiftly, glancing down at his watch where
the glowing numbers read 22:49:17 PM, he had very little time, he
would need to come back on Friday when the staff left earlier to
get any work done. By Friday he would have located an alternate
entrance to the dorms and would have more time.

Two doorways branched off a few meters into the hallway, each
leading into a dark office, where the only illumination of light was
by the glowing computer screen. He squinted his eyes, reading
the plates. As he walked down the hallway, he had located desks
belonging to the Director of Treasury and Funds, all of the
13 grade counsilors, secretaries, etc, etc... The Headmaster's
(or as the plaque read "Principle") office. There were four large
filing cabinets lining the right wall, there was a large mahogany
desk and deep red coloured computer/swivel chair, giving access
to an alternate desk beside the mahogany, where a desktop
computer sat. On the surrounding walls of the room there were
book cases lining the walls. A large red carpet covered the floor,
and two chairs of leather were faced towards the desk with their
backs to the door way.

He stepped in, glancing over the books in the cases, and taking
in, briefly, the content of the papers that lay out upon the desk
top. Some roster copies, and play manuscript of Hamlet with a
note from the drama department:

Mr. Kushrenada,

This is the play voted to be performed by the students
at the Winter Festival this year, on December 25th. In
order to begin auditions, casting, and rehearsal, we need
your signed approval of the selection. Since you were
not here when I came by at 5 today, I am leaving this
note with you. I will come by on Friday at 5, before you
leave, and you can tell me your verdict then.

Thanks,

L. Noin

Heero knelt down to the desk drawers, examininbg the keyholes
holding each locked shut. He allowed a small sigh to escape his
lips and headed back out of the building towards the dormitories.

With ease, he slid out and enabled the lock, heading off onto the
sidewalks, still dark.

The moon shown overhead, slightly condensed by the layers of
tin gray cloud, surrounding it. It played on the twinkling drops
of condensation on the grass, and foliage. The breeze bit with a
chill at his digits and nose as he stepped off of the side walk,
disappearing through the bushes, the way he had come, just as
the lamp lights lit the street, once more. He walked silently back
across the lawns, and through the trees, approaching his dorm
building.

From the second story, two windows down from his own, a face
peered through the window, curiously at him. Though, when he
turned, there was nothing there.


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1) Ok, the reigning monarch in 2088 had to be pondered about for
only a few moments. Prince William became king after the death
of Prince Charles (who never gained the throne, due to the fact that
ladies in the present Queen's line don't kick the bucket until about
age 101 or so ^_^) and Queen Elizabeth II. Of course, he became
King William V, and since he was not female, passed the throne on
to his only heiress, Princess Diana (named after her grandmother,
of course), whom was coronated Queen Diana in 2081. The throne
was over-ruled on behalf of finally switching to the Euro with the
rest of Europe in the 2090's and then there was no more royal house
in Britian. _;; I have no life...

2) The student # is actually the story id for this story. ^^;; Just
felt like mentioning it.

3) Taken from 'Spaceballs', a Mel Brooks film. If you haven't seen
it, it's like a parody of Star Wars-- Very funny! This was when they
were trying to open the air shield to suck all of the oxygen off of the
planet. 12345 was the air lock combination... Eh heh!



[ Heero Codes ] If you don't understand what Heero's little messages
are talking about, this will help... (more to come)

..TRG- Target
..DTAR- Data Retrieval
..Lock PSA- Lock Picking System Activated