Thunder Storms

*Last Time: The dull sound that resulted in the cease of their fall made the pilots cringe. It sounded so lifeless. Neither of the two recently falling bodies moved, but who could have survived that fall? Not even Heero himself could claim that magnificent feat.

This Time:

Lightning crashed in the distance forebodingly. The pilots couldn't help but think the oncoming storm was somehow connected to what had just happened. It was as if nature, and Chikyuu itself, was angered at the death of this beautiful maiden and her passenger. None of the pilots noticed a quick blast of violet light that emerged from a location very near where the base was, approximately one mile to the east of the demolished base; they were all to focused on the bodies lying amongst the rubble.

The storm was moving closer by the second, yet none of the pilots moved an inch. Some were still in shock, others hysterical because of a lost friend, and others just trying to process what had just happened and assure themselves that it did happen and they weren't going crazy. A crack of thunder was heard and the sky around them turned black and lifeless. The storm was just about to hit, but still, no one moved, not even to check on the corpses.

"We should we should go see if they're still alive." Quarte said through finally yielding tears. He knew it was no use though, there was no way anyone could have lived through that, even if they did seem to posses magical powers.

"Yeah, maybe." Duo said in a somber tone that sounded nothing like the once happy-go-lucky Deathscythe pilot.

Trowa merely nodded and was the first to exit his Gundam, Heavyarms. With a graceful leap, he traveled to the ground to await his fellow pilots. Wufei excited Altron next and joined Trowa on the ground. Once Quatre and Duo, both with red eyes and tear-stricken faces, came out into the open, the storm was nearly upon them.

Trowa looked upon his comrades. The silence hung in the air around them and it felt suffocating to the normally silent pilot. He saw that it was getting to the others too. He couldn't blame them though. It was just too surreal. Heero died' in the explosion, then he was mysteriously floating in the air being held by an unknown woman who produced a strange glow, and then they were sent crashing down into the earth, thus killing Heero all over again. Even he was having a hard time understanding what was going on.

"Let's go check it out." He said as confidently and steady as he could, which wasn't nearly as good as he had hoped. Thunder crashed again, but no one said a word. Trowa began to lead them towards the two bodies. The closer they got to the bodies, the closer the storm seemed to come. Looking up at the clouds, he could see that they also seemed to be getting stronger. This was going to be a very violent storm that he wouldn't be caught dead in on a normal day (AN: well as close a Gundam pilot can get to normal).

The ominous black clouds only moved faster as the boys edged forward. It looked like they were searching for something, moving towards a center of some sort. That center became clear as they cleared the last pile of debris that stood before them and their goal. The storm was gathering above the mysterious woman and Heero.

Before anyone could point this out, it began to rain. It wasn't a normal rain either, one that starts up slowly and gradually builds in strength. It was a torrential downpour, and it was completely centered, no doubt about it, on the figures lying on the rubble.

The rain began to pour, but the pilots were still totally dry. It seemed only the woman and Heero were getting wet. That can't be true.' Quatre thought. We're only ten feet away from them, why aren't we getting soaked too. Then again, a lot of weird things have happened in the last few minutes, why not this.' He sighed, this was turning into one odd day. He couldn't continue thinking though because movement from in front of him caught his eye.

The pilots stopped, suddenly wary of the supposedly dead body. Maybe they were just seeing things. They were so on edge that it was possible, even though none would admit to such a thing (AN: they're Gundam pilots, they have an image to maintain). A flicker of the woman's eyelids told them that this wasn't just their imagination. Suddenly, the woman took a huge gasp and her eyes snapped open, revealing the most piercing set of cerulean — silver eyes imaginable.*