The Passion of Crime
By: OniiStar
Chapter 7
AN: Well, it's midnight and I did this for you all! Keep reviewing and I'll keep writing! Enjoy!
Disclaimers: blah blah blah.. I don't own anything but this plot!
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Five of the eight Gundams resembled the original Gundams, but the question the pilots were asking themselves was how. They each suddenly remembered when the Dark Angels broke into the central vault about a year ago at Winner Corporations.
"These are your new Gundams. Rebuilt and everything," Phoenix said, smiling smugly.
"But, there are 3 left over...," Quatre said quizzically. (spelling?)
"Ah, yes. Well, those are our Gundams," Demon answered.
"Your Gundams?! But, how can that be?" Duo asked, looking at them with disbelief.
"Can we explain this tomorrow? That way we can take whatever stupid questions you may ask over and over," Death said, her voice holding an edge to her tone.
Quatre nodded, and Death spoke up, "Enable camouflage mode."
The Gundams seemed to fade into the background, as the ground below the huge pieces of mechanic battle soldiers sank into a hidden basement, which slightly surprised the former pilots.
Death silently walked back into the mansion, giving each of the ex-soldiers of war a silent warning, as she headed to a guest room. Everyone soon followed, Quatre already guessing that the girls knew their way around the mansion.
*~~~~* Next Day *~~~~*
Hotaru was in the hidden basement, checking up on the Gundams to make sure there was no glitches or bugs in them. She had stopped for a few moments to enjoy the annual rising of the sun, signaling a new day for all things living. She was sitting crosslegged on top of her Gundam, Shadows, and when she heard the bright chirping of the birds, she again began her day routinue.
She deleted the mission she received last night, and stifled a yawn, hating herself, and her life. Actually, last night, she had went on a mission to assassinate Nickolas and Vaun, for they were working for the Preventers.
'Demon's supposed to lead us, but all she does is worry about the missions dealing with the Gundam pilots. She needs to grow up!' Hotaru thought angrily.
Ever since Hotaru busted Demon out of the gangster trouble that Demon got into, Hotaru had hated Demon, and herself, with a passion. Now Hotaru goes through the streets at night, eliminating members of any gang, killing them slowly, unmercifully.
*In the Kitchen*
"Hotaru wasn't in her room last night," Rei told Usagi, her violet eyes showing concern.
"Where does she go at night?" Usagi asked, also worried for her long time friend.
"Your friend, Hotaru, goes out killing gangsters," a cheerful voice replied.
"How do you know, Maxwell?" Usagi asked, trying to be as impassive as Hotaru.
"I followed her," Duo simply replied, and then added, "And, don't try to be impassive. It isn't good if you are ridiculed by soldiers."
"Why does she do that?" Quatre asked, curious.
"Jeez, why don't you all just help yourselves to our conversation," Rei said sarcastically.
Basically everyone was in the kitchen, munching on some toast or some type of breakfast. Some were just casually leaning against the wall, waiting for the others to finish, so they can begin asking questions.
"Why do you all commit crimes?" Quatre asked, curious, but trying to be polite about his questions.
"That's easy. We do it for the passion of it," Usagi answered, grinning.
"And Hotaru?" Duo asked, refusing to use the name Death for the "lady".
'If she could be called that,' Duo thought.
"Well, she has always been to herself, and when we first met her, she was a solo assassinator," Usagi said, spilling information to the pilots.
Heero listened intently to the criminal, cursing them mentally for stumping him.
'Kusoyaros... All three of them. What are you all up to?' he thought, his eyes unmercifully narrowing at what seemed like the leader of the small group.
*Hidden Basement*
Duo walked into the hidden basement, and heard the blaring radio, playing the song, "Number One" by Nelly. He also heard the noise of the soft typing on a keyboard, and peered into the area from his spot in the shadows.
He saw a lady with black hair tinted dark purple, sitting in a chair in Deathscythe Hell's cockpit. Her right side was facing him, and he saw that she wore tight black biking shorts that went to her mid-thigh, and a black tube top that had a red rose on it's front. She was very slim, and when she reached across to get her Pepsi, his eyes noticed the muscles underneath her pale skin that contrasted nicely with the dark colors she wore.
Before he could catch himself, his eyes met slightly curious amethyst orbs, that seemed to flare up, showing him her hidden danger. Quickly, he averted his eyes away from hers, and walked down the stairs, heading towards her with long, quick strides.
"Your Gundam isn't completely prepared yet. It needs some parts, so I'm fixing it with some of mines," she answered, looking back at the diagrams in front of her.
"You do realize you need parts, right?" she asked, her voice seeming to mock him.
"Yes, I do," Duo said, acting serious in front of her.
'I still don't like her for being so insulting yesterday. If she wasn't so *insert desired curse in here(optional)* hot maybe being angry at her wouldn't be so difficult!' Duo thought, kicking a picture of himself in his mind.
"But, I need my Gundam now," Duo told her, trying to tell her to get out.
"Well, you won't be able to use your Gundam until I'm done," Hotaru said, obviously not noticing the look in Duo's eyes. He wanted her out of his Gundam.. _now_.
"Please move out of my Gundam... _now_," Duo said, stressing out the word now.
She looked up, and raised a fine, and delicate, eyebrow, "_Your_ Gundam?" She was giving him a very unnerving look, staring him straight in the eyes, just daring him to move her.
Duo stood there, looking down at the woman before him, sitting with both legs over one side of a chair, her body twisted slightly as she had her fingers neatly placed on the home keys. She was a very interesting person, very difficult, but interesting and different from the other women he met.
"Are you sure you are the one called 'the great destroyer'? Duo Maxwell, I believe is what you call your self," she asked, sliding out of the chair, and grabbing her laptop, she headed upstairs. Her voice was mocking him again, and he was getting frustrated by this lady.
"I am positive... Night," Duo said, deciding to play her game.
Hotaru coolly glared at him, and walked away, "Whatever you say junior." She disappeared out of the hidden basement, leaving Duo to stand next to his Gundam, his mouth slightly hanging open, as he stared at the space she once occupied.
'Grr... I really despise you! I hate you! I'm more experienced than you!' Duo thought, his mind screaming at her mentally..
Meanwhile, Hotaru was thinking, 'Night! I was trying to forget that old code name. Why did I ever tell Usagi and Rei who I was back then, as an assassin?'
"Demon, don't you think it is time we talk to the pups," Hotaru said, her voice once again cold.
"Baka, impersonating onna," Duo grumbled, still disliking her for making that comment that one night.
Duo had felt lonely in the basement, so soon after Hotaru left, he followed her, and sat down on a chair behind her.
Without another warning, Hotaru held a dagger to his throat, letting it taste Duo's blood, as some of it dripped down his neck.
"I was Death before you were even man," Hotaru threatened, and added, "Never mind, you were never a man and you never will be."
Hotaru walked away, hands busy cleaning her blood stained dagger, as Quatre tried to calm down Duo.
"I'm getting tired of your insults! Why don't you just come out and fight me, if you're so strong and tough?!! Huh?! Huh?! Why won't you?!" Duo shouted, sometimes even the cheeriest could be pushed over board.. and Hotaru had just pushed Duo's button.
Hotaru ignored him, and caught sight of Wufei's gaze, and tapped her dagger into her palm, the flat cold surface making a soft 'pap pap' sound. Wufei glared at her, already disliking these onnas.
"Men can't even handle a little cut," Rei mumbled, rolling her eyes as Quatre hushed his friend.
Usagi nodded to Hotaru, he made a small gesture with her hand, and Hotaru left, walking past the leaning Trowa. She felt a strong hand grasp around her arm, and she raised her dark violet eyes to meet a warning emerald one.
"Watch how you act, it might not be in your best interests to see how we react," the circus performer whispered, his words warning her.
"If that was a threat, you better use your silence for something better. I have seen what all of you can do, and your best is mere child's play to me," Hotaru said, not caring if everyone heard.
'Hotaru...' Usagi and Rei thought.
Hotaru left the slightly shocked man where he was, his hand falling to his side, as he looked at the staring group.
"What's her problem?" Duo asked, having calmed down during that small scene.
Usagi and Rei stood up, Rei speaking up, "Well, it's late. We will explain everything tomorrow."
'Another day has gone by and we still don't know their purpose for appearing here,' Heero thought.
*~~~~* Hotaru's Room *~~~~*
Hotaru slid into her skin-tight body suit, that covered her entire body. She wore knee-high black boots that laced up in the front, and using a pocket knife, she cut her right index finger. The dark fluid appeared, and Hotaru swiped her finger under her eyes, leaving a blood mark on her face. She was now the original 'Night', the killer assassin of her painful past, the one that brings the darkness.
She slid a black belt around her thin waist, the round metal clasp silver, which nearly completed her outfit, as she slid a leather jacket on, sliding two guns into the hidden pockets in the jacket, a few ammo cases, her dagger, and a few needles, along with some mini explosives.
She hopped out of the window, landing on her motorcycle, and she pressed a small button hidden under the speed meter. She slid a black cap on over her head, the front part that sticks out in the back, placing a piece of Juicy Fruit in her mouth, and chewing on it. The moon's light filtered out from behind the soft clouds, cascading down upon her, as she revved the black motorcycle, the front window gleaming under the pale light.
This dark figure was to begin her nightly killings, as she gave off the appearance of a gang member. She leaned forward, and the fast vehicle sped forward into the night, her jacket flapping wildly behind her, as she narrowed her eyes. Unbeknownst to this shadow of death, she was being followed by someone on the usual late night traffic-full bridge.
~**********************************~ To be continued.... ~****************************************~
AN: Well, I have to go to bed... _NOW_. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this chap.. and what happens next? What is up with her past? What is Usagi and Rei, the other main characters, going to do? Who's following Hotaru? Is this fic Hotaru-centered? I can answer that question, and no it isn't. It's just I have to have her as this stuff so the story can match and so I can have romance with the characters! You'll see the plot slowly! Read and review.. or I'll just take time on writing.
By: OniiStar
Chapter 7
AN: Well, it's midnight and I did this for you all! Keep reviewing and I'll keep writing! Enjoy!
Disclaimers: blah blah blah.. I don't own anything but this plot!
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Five of the eight Gundams resembled the original Gundams, but the question the pilots were asking themselves was how. They each suddenly remembered when the Dark Angels broke into the central vault about a year ago at Winner Corporations.
"These are your new Gundams. Rebuilt and everything," Phoenix said, smiling smugly.
"But, there are 3 left over...," Quatre said quizzically. (spelling?)
"Ah, yes. Well, those are our Gundams," Demon answered.
"Your Gundams?! But, how can that be?" Duo asked, looking at them with disbelief.
"Can we explain this tomorrow? That way we can take whatever stupid questions you may ask over and over," Death said, her voice holding an edge to her tone.
Quatre nodded, and Death spoke up, "Enable camouflage mode."
The Gundams seemed to fade into the background, as the ground below the huge pieces of mechanic battle soldiers sank into a hidden basement, which slightly surprised the former pilots.
Death silently walked back into the mansion, giving each of the ex-soldiers of war a silent warning, as she headed to a guest room. Everyone soon followed, Quatre already guessing that the girls knew their way around the mansion.
*~~~~* Next Day *~~~~*
Hotaru was in the hidden basement, checking up on the Gundams to make sure there was no glitches or bugs in them. She had stopped for a few moments to enjoy the annual rising of the sun, signaling a new day for all things living. She was sitting crosslegged on top of her Gundam, Shadows, and when she heard the bright chirping of the birds, she again began her day routinue.
She deleted the mission she received last night, and stifled a yawn, hating herself, and her life. Actually, last night, she had went on a mission to assassinate Nickolas and Vaun, for they were working for the Preventers.
'Demon's supposed to lead us, but all she does is worry about the missions dealing with the Gundam pilots. She needs to grow up!' Hotaru thought angrily.
Ever since Hotaru busted Demon out of the gangster trouble that Demon got into, Hotaru had hated Demon, and herself, with a passion. Now Hotaru goes through the streets at night, eliminating members of any gang, killing them slowly, unmercifully.
*In the Kitchen*
"Hotaru wasn't in her room last night," Rei told Usagi, her violet eyes showing concern.
"Where does she go at night?" Usagi asked, also worried for her long time friend.
"Your friend, Hotaru, goes out killing gangsters," a cheerful voice replied.
"How do you know, Maxwell?" Usagi asked, trying to be as impassive as Hotaru.
"I followed her," Duo simply replied, and then added, "And, don't try to be impassive. It isn't good if you are ridiculed by soldiers."
"Why does she do that?" Quatre asked, curious.
"Jeez, why don't you all just help yourselves to our conversation," Rei said sarcastically.
Basically everyone was in the kitchen, munching on some toast or some type of breakfast. Some were just casually leaning against the wall, waiting for the others to finish, so they can begin asking questions.
"Why do you all commit crimes?" Quatre asked, curious, but trying to be polite about his questions.
"That's easy. We do it for the passion of it," Usagi answered, grinning.
"And Hotaru?" Duo asked, refusing to use the name Death for the "lady".
'If she could be called that,' Duo thought.
"Well, she has always been to herself, and when we first met her, she was a solo assassinator," Usagi said, spilling information to the pilots.
Heero listened intently to the criminal, cursing them mentally for stumping him.
'Kusoyaros... All three of them. What are you all up to?' he thought, his eyes unmercifully narrowing at what seemed like the leader of the small group.
*Hidden Basement*
Duo walked into the hidden basement, and heard the blaring radio, playing the song, "Number One" by Nelly. He also heard the noise of the soft typing on a keyboard, and peered into the area from his spot in the shadows.
He saw a lady with black hair tinted dark purple, sitting in a chair in Deathscythe Hell's cockpit. Her right side was facing him, and he saw that she wore tight black biking shorts that went to her mid-thigh, and a black tube top that had a red rose on it's front. She was very slim, and when she reached across to get her Pepsi, his eyes noticed the muscles underneath her pale skin that contrasted nicely with the dark colors she wore.
Before he could catch himself, his eyes met slightly curious amethyst orbs, that seemed to flare up, showing him her hidden danger. Quickly, he averted his eyes away from hers, and walked down the stairs, heading towards her with long, quick strides.
"Your Gundam isn't completely prepared yet. It needs some parts, so I'm fixing it with some of mines," she answered, looking back at the diagrams in front of her.
"You do realize you need parts, right?" she asked, her voice seeming to mock him.
"Yes, I do," Duo said, acting serious in front of her.
'I still don't like her for being so insulting yesterday. If she wasn't so *insert desired curse in here(optional)* hot maybe being angry at her wouldn't be so difficult!' Duo thought, kicking a picture of himself in his mind.
"But, I need my Gundam now," Duo told her, trying to tell her to get out.
"Well, you won't be able to use your Gundam until I'm done," Hotaru said, obviously not noticing the look in Duo's eyes. He wanted her out of his Gundam.. _now_.
"Please move out of my Gundam... _now_," Duo said, stressing out the word now.
She looked up, and raised a fine, and delicate, eyebrow, "_Your_ Gundam?" She was giving him a very unnerving look, staring him straight in the eyes, just daring him to move her.
Duo stood there, looking down at the woman before him, sitting with both legs over one side of a chair, her body twisted slightly as she had her fingers neatly placed on the home keys. She was a very interesting person, very difficult, but interesting and different from the other women he met.
"Are you sure you are the one called 'the great destroyer'? Duo Maxwell, I believe is what you call your self," she asked, sliding out of the chair, and grabbing her laptop, she headed upstairs. Her voice was mocking him again, and he was getting frustrated by this lady.
"I am positive... Night," Duo said, deciding to play her game.
Hotaru coolly glared at him, and walked away, "Whatever you say junior." She disappeared out of the hidden basement, leaving Duo to stand next to his Gundam, his mouth slightly hanging open, as he stared at the space she once occupied.
'Grr... I really despise you! I hate you! I'm more experienced than you!' Duo thought, his mind screaming at her mentally..
Meanwhile, Hotaru was thinking, 'Night! I was trying to forget that old code name. Why did I ever tell Usagi and Rei who I was back then, as an assassin?'
"Demon, don't you think it is time we talk to the pups," Hotaru said, her voice once again cold.
"Baka, impersonating onna," Duo grumbled, still disliking her for making that comment that one night.
Duo had felt lonely in the basement, so soon after Hotaru left, he followed her, and sat down on a chair behind her.
Without another warning, Hotaru held a dagger to his throat, letting it taste Duo's blood, as some of it dripped down his neck.
"I was Death before you were even man," Hotaru threatened, and added, "Never mind, you were never a man and you never will be."
Hotaru walked away, hands busy cleaning her blood stained dagger, as Quatre tried to calm down Duo.
"I'm getting tired of your insults! Why don't you just come out and fight me, if you're so strong and tough?!! Huh?! Huh?! Why won't you?!" Duo shouted, sometimes even the cheeriest could be pushed over board.. and Hotaru had just pushed Duo's button.
Hotaru ignored him, and caught sight of Wufei's gaze, and tapped her dagger into her palm, the flat cold surface making a soft 'pap pap' sound. Wufei glared at her, already disliking these onnas.
"Men can't even handle a little cut," Rei mumbled, rolling her eyes as Quatre hushed his friend.
Usagi nodded to Hotaru, he made a small gesture with her hand, and Hotaru left, walking past the leaning Trowa. She felt a strong hand grasp around her arm, and she raised her dark violet eyes to meet a warning emerald one.
"Watch how you act, it might not be in your best interests to see how we react," the circus performer whispered, his words warning her.
"If that was a threat, you better use your silence for something better. I have seen what all of you can do, and your best is mere child's play to me," Hotaru said, not caring if everyone heard.
'Hotaru...' Usagi and Rei thought.
Hotaru left the slightly shocked man where he was, his hand falling to his side, as he looked at the staring group.
"What's her problem?" Duo asked, having calmed down during that small scene.
Usagi and Rei stood up, Rei speaking up, "Well, it's late. We will explain everything tomorrow."
'Another day has gone by and we still don't know their purpose for appearing here,' Heero thought.
*~~~~* Hotaru's Room *~~~~*
Hotaru slid into her skin-tight body suit, that covered her entire body. She wore knee-high black boots that laced up in the front, and using a pocket knife, she cut her right index finger. The dark fluid appeared, and Hotaru swiped her finger under her eyes, leaving a blood mark on her face. She was now the original 'Night', the killer assassin of her painful past, the one that brings the darkness.
She slid a black belt around her thin waist, the round metal clasp silver, which nearly completed her outfit, as she slid a leather jacket on, sliding two guns into the hidden pockets in the jacket, a few ammo cases, her dagger, and a few needles, along with some mini explosives.
She hopped out of the window, landing on her motorcycle, and she pressed a small button hidden under the speed meter. She slid a black cap on over her head, the front part that sticks out in the back, placing a piece of Juicy Fruit in her mouth, and chewing on it. The moon's light filtered out from behind the soft clouds, cascading down upon her, as she revved the black motorcycle, the front window gleaming under the pale light.
This dark figure was to begin her nightly killings, as she gave off the appearance of a gang member. She leaned forward, and the fast vehicle sped forward into the night, her jacket flapping wildly behind her, as she narrowed her eyes. Unbeknownst to this shadow of death, she was being followed by someone on the usual late night traffic-full bridge.
~**********************************~ To be continued.... ~****************************************~
AN: Well, I have to go to bed... _NOW_. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this chap.. and what happens next? What is up with her past? What is Usagi and Rei, the other main characters, going to do? Who's following Hotaru? Is this fic Hotaru-centered? I can answer that question, and no it isn't. It's just I have to have her as this stuff so the story can match and so I can have romance with the characters! You'll see the plot slowly! Read and review.. or I'll just take time on writing.
