The Passion of Crime
By: OniiStar
Chapter 9
Author's Notes: Oh my gosh!!! I updated!! *cheers and jumps up and down* Yay!! Anyhow, I noticed how off track I have been getting in this story and I hope this chapter is going to put me back on track. Alright…READ AND REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any characters in this fic except for Komet/Katsuya.
"We must unite the colonies and Earth! War is such a foolish thing. We can talk this out…we don't need anymore lives to be wasted," spoke Relena Peacecraft confidently.
"War…what is war? What is the meaning of war? We simply cannot just 'talk' things out. As humans, it is but natural for us to fight, is it not? For centuries, human kind has fought wars. Some are not as discreet as others, but it is of nature for us to do so. It is a daily habit…you can't just stop it," challenged a voice from the shadows.
The only features seen from those dark depths, were wise and sorrowful eyes, eyes that sparkled a violet hue that made anyone want to bow down to those majestic orbs.
"I know we cannot just stop this human impulse, but lives are wasted everyday on the battlefield. Families are separated and sorrow is caused throughout the lands," Relena said, her cornflower blue eyes looking at this obviously foreign person.
"It is better for lives to be wasted in battle, doing something honorable in their eyes, then dying of old age or to some natural and often occurring sickness. Character is created by events of war, and character gives a person an inside look of themselves. A glimpse of who they really are, something past the what. With peace, there will be just people, not a significant people that can be proud of what they have won and accomplished," the violet eyed stranger spoke again.
With that remark, the shadowlike challenger stepped out of its cover and into the light. The stately people and leaders of the colonies and Earth whispered to each other in surprise at this surprising figure. Instead of a man with rough and strong features, there stood a somewhat short woman in a black business skirt and jacket.
She had shoulder-length hair that was similar to a raven's wing, and her skin was pale like the moon, her eyes were the main center of attraction though. Those violet eyes that seemed so much older than all of the people in the conference room put together. Her small rosy lips, symmetrical in shape, held a small smirk that made it seem that those lips could win any argument made towards her.
Relena leaned to her side, towards an unruly haired bodyguard, and whispered, "Who is she, Heero? I do not remember her from any other meetings."
Her answer to her question was a cold, monotonous, "She represents the new and rather powerful group, the Black Seraphims. Her name is Sarita Saturnina."
Relena looked up and noticed the time, already knowing that the other leaders and representatives were leaving the room. She gathered her folder of papers and looked in the direction of the lady she now knew as Sarita. There was a tall copper skinned woman beside her, she had creamy white bangs that hid her bright baby blue eyes that had a tint of violet in them. Her wavy hair was held back in a low ponytail, the silky locks falling to mid-back as she stood straight and continued talking to the representative of the Black Seraphims.
'Hm,' Relena thought as she felt the deadly mysterious aura around the two, 'I don't like them…yet, the raven head seems familiar, and not in a good way.'
*~~~~~* Apartment 2D *~~~~~*
"Tell me, Katsuya, do the other two know that you are around?" Hotaru said from her seat on a couch.
"They know something is around," mused the tan skinned spy.
"What do you mean?" the thief of disguises questioned.
"I visited Rei a few months back, the night you left. She thought it was you," Katsuya answered, a hint of laughter in her voice.
"I wonder why," Hotaru said.
"Oh, well I told them my code name, Shadows," the creamy haired dare-devil said.
"No wonder," the former Dark Angel stated, her voice still holding nothing.
"So what's our next move?" Katsuya queried her companion.
"We meet with the others tonight at the Washington Bank," was her answer.
"Sounds fun!" Kat exclaimed and the two stood up.
"Yes, and we meet the Gundam pilots tonight as well," the raven haired assassin said before leaving to her room.
"And we become the most wanted criminals in the universe," Katsuya said, a small grin on her face.
She walked into her room, changing into a long baseball t-shirt before resting in her queen sized bed.
*~~~~~* The Next Day *~~~~~*
"Look we've tried at least 4 attempts at the plan to get into the hangars! We can't even hold up a bank anymore!!" Rei shouted, getting frustrated at her golden haired partner.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Usagi calmly asked, trying to keep her anger under control.
"It means that we need Hotaru. You and I both know we need her. She's the hacker and the one with the strategies. I have the knowledge of architectures and vehicles. You know all about weapons and ammo. Without a plan, our knowledge combined cannot possibly help us in a hold up."
"Fine, we'll send her a message. I admit it, we need her. She is the brains in this," the weapons expert said with a soft sigh.
Suddenly, Rei flicked a dagger to the ceiling and it hit nothing, just bare wood.
"A spy?" Rei asked, as the two simply looked at the dagger.
"Maybe. You think it could be from Hotaru?" Usagi questioned.
"Perhaps."
-~*~- Preventers Meeting -~*~-
"The Black Seraphims have been silent for quite some time after the April 22nd conference. They are probably weak and we can use this to our advantage. I say we should strike now and put out this fire of shadows!" an officer said, looking at the small group attending the meeting.
A woman stood up, her blue business suit with its polished brass buttons seemed to point out her authority and position. Her hair hung loosely over her shoulders as she looked at him with a stern gaze.
"That may not be the best thing to do. As a survivor and participant of the wars, I know more than you of such things, Officer Jennison. I suggest you seat yourself and hear me out."
These were the words spoken by the woman who must have been someone powerful because Officer Jennison sat down immediately.
"The Black Seraphims is not what we came here to discuss. The Dark Angels, as you probably know, have a new team member. Not only that, but they also have had a fight and are now split up. We don't why and that is something that we must find out. I'm sending five Preventers to find all this out," the woman with brown hair spoke.
"I have already chosen the five and they have accepted this mission. Meeting dismissed."
*~~~~~* 6:00 p.m. that night *~~~~~*
A woman with a Scream mask on her face waited inside the navy blue truck, she was accompanied by another person in the driver's seat. She wore a half clown mask that smiled with its single crossed eye. On the other side, her face was painted with a blue tear coming down it as she waited patiently in the alley behind the bank.
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Demon held a gun to the man's head, and stared at him through her comical mask of happiness that she always wore when on robbing or stealing something. She watched as gloved hands danced over the keyboard on one of the computers. Suddenly, the sound of a large door opening was heard as the dark shadow emerged from behind the counter.
"Done?" the voice behind the mask of happiness asked.
She received a nod from the criminal with a frosted silvery tragedy mask on her face. Death, the hacker, pointed her gun to the man's head while Demon put a blindfold over the man's eyes.
Death pushed the man into a chair and stood in front of him, her gun trained on his forehead the whole time.
Meanwhile, Demon made her way to the vault that they had opened and she looked inside.
'Hm…this is way too easy. The money is left wide open to get. What's the catch?' Demon thought.
Death watched the man with sharp, cold violet eyes, glaring at him from behind her tragedy mask. A small beep on her watch was heard and still pointing her gun at the man, she looked at the face of her watch.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice a monotonous tone.
Phoenix's voice came from the watch, "We have Preventer vehicles coming this way."
Death asked, "How much time?"
"I give you 5 minutes, maybe even less. There are 2 vehicles, with approximately 5 people in each car," Phoenix informed.
"Alright. Tell Komet to come out and help Demon. If we're not out in 3 minutes, then you leave without us. You understand?" Death said.
"But…Death…," Phoenix said, her voice softening.
"Understand Phoenix? I need you to say you understand this!" Death replied with a soft and dangerous voice.
"I understand. Komet's already at the door," Phoenix spoke before Death turned off the watch.
'Three minutes should be plenty of time. I hope,' Death thought to herself.
A figure with a Scream mask on her face tiptoed behind Demon and whispered, "What's up?"
Demon frowned and looked inside the vault, "I think something is up with this. I don't want to take chances."
"We have to hurry. Hold my gun," Komet said, handing Demon her Ruger .45 KP97 Decocker.
The leader of the Dark Angels took the gun and watched as Komet pulled out a compact case. It was some powder make up and when Komet bent down and let out a breath to make the powder fly everywhere, signs of red laser beams were seen.
"Oh bah humbug. This isn't going to be challenging at all," Komet whined as she stood up.
She placed her compact case back into a pocket and looked at Demon.
"I'll go and get the cash. Give me the bag and the note," the former American gymnast said.
Demon nodded and handed Komet the black duffel bag and a sheet of black paper. The American criminal folded the bag as small as she could get it and held it and the note in her hand.
"Wish me luck," Komet said with a wide grin that Demon couldn't see.
She slid some sunglasses on and flicked the screw on the side of the lens frame. Immediately, she saw the criss cross of red laser beams all over the room. With such precision and care, she gracefully made her way to the other side of the room through a series of handstands, slides, backbends, and stretching.
She unfolded her bag and quickly stashed the money into it, knowing that if she didn't hurry, they could be caught. She zipped the bag back up and turned off the security system, almost forgetting to leave the note. As she turned to head back, she quickly turned around again and placed the note on an empty shelf.
Meanwhile, Death's watch beeped again as she looked at it with a large amount of frustration.
"What is it?" she snapped.
"Three minutes are up. The Preventers are about a few seconds away. Hurry up!!" Phoenix's voice came out of the watch and communicator.
"If the three minutes are up, why aren't you gone yet?" Death asked angrily.
"How are you all going to get back?" Phoenix questioned, ignoring Death's angered tone.
"We'll ride the wind," Death said, then heard the sound of cars driving in, "GO!"
She turned off communications and turned her head to look towards Komet and Demon, "The Preventers are here! Let's go, go, go!!!"
Komet and Demon ran out of the vault just as it was closing, and they looked at Death when they heard the noise of car doors opening then slamming shut. Death took a long and thin needle from out of her hair and pierced the man's skin with it, causing him to get knocked out.
"What was that?" Demon asked.
"Sedative. It works faster with that technique," Death briefly explained.
The three looked outside the bank windows and Demon growled softly.
"Oh…isn't this going to be interesting?" she said as they saw the Gundam pilots.
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Author's notes: Well….I finally finished! Heh. I got Usagi to do most of the stuff in this chap. Please, read and review.
By: OniiStar
Chapter 9
Author's Notes: Oh my gosh!!! I updated!! *cheers and jumps up and down* Yay!! Anyhow, I noticed how off track I have been getting in this story and I hope this chapter is going to put me back on track. Alright…READ AND REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any characters in this fic except for Komet/Katsuya.
"We must unite the colonies and Earth! War is such a foolish thing. We can talk this out…we don't need anymore lives to be wasted," spoke Relena Peacecraft confidently.
"War…what is war? What is the meaning of war? We simply cannot just 'talk' things out. As humans, it is but natural for us to fight, is it not? For centuries, human kind has fought wars. Some are not as discreet as others, but it is of nature for us to do so. It is a daily habit…you can't just stop it," challenged a voice from the shadows.
The only features seen from those dark depths, were wise and sorrowful eyes, eyes that sparkled a violet hue that made anyone want to bow down to those majestic orbs.
"I know we cannot just stop this human impulse, but lives are wasted everyday on the battlefield. Families are separated and sorrow is caused throughout the lands," Relena said, her cornflower blue eyes looking at this obviously foreign person.
"It is better for lives to be wasted in battle, doing something honorable in their eyes, then dying of old age or to some natural and often occurring sickness. Character is created by events of war, and character gives a person an inside look of themselves. A glimpse of who they really are, something past the what. With peace, there will be just people, not a significant people that can be proud of what they have won and accomplished," the violet eyed stranger spoke again.
With that remark, the shadowlike challenger stepped out of its cover and into the light. The stately people and leaders of the colonies and Earth whispered to each other in surprise at this surprising figure. Instead of a man with rough and strong features, there stood a somewhat short woman in a black business skirt and jacket.
She had shoulder-length hair that was similar to a raven's wing, and her skin was pale like the moon, her eyes were the main center of attraction though. Those violet eyes that seemed so much older than all of the people in the conference room put together. Her small rosy lips, symmetrical in shape, held a small smirk that made it seem that those lips could win any argument made towards her.
Relena leaned to her side, towards an unruly haired bodyguard, and whispered, "Who is she, Heero? I do not remember her from any other meetings."
Her answer to her question was a cold, monotonous, "She represents the new and rather powerful group, the Black Seraphims. Her name is Sarita Saturnina."
Relena looked up and noticed the time, already knowing that the other leaders and representatives were leaving the room. She gathered her folder of papers and looked in the direction of the lady she now knew as Sarita. There was a tall copper skinned woman beside her, she had creamy white bangs that hid her bright baby blue eyes that had a tint of violet in them. Her wavy hair was held back in a low ponytail, the silky locks falling to mid-back as she stood straight and continued talking to the representative of the Black Seraphims.
'Hm,' Relena thought as she felt the deadly mysterious aura around the two, 'I don't like them…yet, the raven head seems familiar, and not in a good way.'
*~~~~~* Apartment 2D *~~~~~*
"Tell me, Katsuya, do the other two know that you are around?" Hotaru said from her seat on a couch.
"They know something is around," mused the tan skinned spy.
"What do you mean?" the thief of disguises questioned.
"I visited Rei a few months back, the night you left. She thought it was you," Katsuya answered, a hint of laughter in her voice.
"I wonder why," Hotaru said.
"Oh, well I told them my code name, Shadows," the creamy haired dare-devil said.
"No wonder," the former Dark Angel stated, her voice still holding nothing.
"So what's our next move?" Katsuya queried her companion.
"We meet with the others tonight at the Washington Bank," was her answer.
"Sounds fun!" Kat exclaimed and the two stood up.
"Yes, and we meet the Gundam pilots tonight as well," the raven haired assassin said before leaving to her room.
"And we become the most wanted criminals in the universe," Katsuya said, a small grin on her face.
She walked into her room, changing into a long baseball t-shirt before resting in her queen sized bed.
*~~~~~* The Next Day *~~~~~*
"Look we've tried at least 4 attempts at the plan to get into the hangars! We can't even hold up a bank anymore!!" Rei shouted, getting frustrated at her golden haired partner.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Usagi calmly asked, trying to keep her anger under control.
"It means that we need Hotaru. You and I both know we need her. She's the hacker and the one with the strategies. I have the knowledge of architectures and vehicles. You know all about weapons and ammo. Without a plan, our knowledge combined cannot possibly help us in a hold up."
"Fine, we'll send her a message. I admit it, we need her. She is the brains in this," the weapons expert said with a soft sigh.
Suddenly, Rei flicked a dagger to the ceiling and it hit nothing, just bare wood.
"A spy?" Rei asked, as the two simply looked at the dagger.
"Maybe. You think it could be from Hotaru?" Usagi questioned.
"Perhaps."
-~*~- Preventers Meeting -~*~-
"The Black Seraphims have been silent for quite some time after the April 22nd conference. They are probably weak and we can use this to our advantage. I say we should strike now and put out this fire of shadows!" an officer said, looking at the small group attending the meeting.
A woman stood up, her blue business suit with its polished brass buttons seemed to point out her authority and position. Her hair hung loosely over her shoulders as she looked at him with a stern gaze.
"That may not be the best thing to do. As a survivor and participant of the wars, I know more than you of such things, Officer Jennison. I suggest you seat yourself and hear me out."
These were the words spoken by the woman who must have been someone powerful because Officer Jennison sat down immediately.
"The Black Seraphims is not what we came here to discuss. The Dark Angels, as you probably know, have a new team member. Not only that, but they also have had a fight and are now split up. We don't why and that is something that we must find out. I'm sending five Preventers to find all this out," the woman with brown hair spoke.
"I have already chosen the five and they have accepted this mission. Meeting dismissed."
*~~~~~* 6:00 p.m. that night *~~~~~*
A woman with a Scream mask on her face waited inside the navy blue truck, she was accompanied by another person in the driver's seat. She wore a half clown mask that smiled with its single crossed eye. On the other side, her face was painted with a blue tear coming down it as she waited patiently in the alley behind the bank.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Demon held a gun to the man's head, and stared at him through her comical mask of happiness that she always wore when on robbing or stealing something. She watched as gloved hands danced over the keyboard on one of the computers. Suddenly, the sound of a large door opening was heard as the dark shadow emerged from behind the counter.
"Done?" the voice behind the mask of happiness asked.
She received a nod from the criminal with a frosted silvery tragedy mask on her face. Death, the hacker, pointed her gun to the man's head while Demon put a blindfold over the man's eyes.
Death pushed the man into a chair and stood in front of him, her gun trained on his forehead the whole time.
Meanwhile, Demon made her way to the vault that they had opened and she looked inside.
'Hm…this is way too easy. The money is left wide open to get. What's the catch?' Demon thought.
Death watched the man with sharp, cold violet eyes, glaring at him from behind her tragedy mask. A small beep on her watch was heard and still pointing her gun at the man, she looked at the face of her watch.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice a monotonous tone.
Phoenix's voice came from the watch, "We have Preventer vehicles coming this way."
Death asked, "How much time?"
"I give you 5 minutes, maybe even less. There are 2 vehicles, with approximately 5 people in each car," Phoenix informed.
"Alright. Tell Komet to come out and help Demon. If we're not out in 3 minutes, then you leave without us. You understand?" Death said.
"But…Death…," Phoenix said, her voice softening.
"Understand Phoenix? I need you to say you understand this!" Death replied with a soft and dangerous voice.
"I understand. Komet's already at the door," Phoenix spoke before Death turned off the watch.
'Three minutes should be plenty of time. I hope,' Death thought to herself.
A figure with a Scream mask on her face tiptoed behind Demon and whispered, "What's up?"
Demon frowned and looked inside the vault, "I think something is up with this. I don't want to take chances."
"We have to hurry. Hold my gun," Komet said, handing Demon her Ruger .45 KP97 Decocker.
The leader of the Dark Angels took the gun and watched as Komet pulled out a compact case. It was some powder make up and when Komet bent down and let out a breath to make the powder fly everywhere, signs of red laser beams were seen.
"Oh bah humbug. This isn't going to be challenging at all," Komet whined as she stood up.
She placed her compact case back into a pocket and looked at Demon.
"I'll go and get the cash. Give me the bag and the note," the former American gymnast said.
Demon nodded and handed Komet the black duffel bag and a sheet of black paper. The American criminal folded the bag as small as she could get it and held it and the note in her hand.
"Wish me luck," Komet said with a wide grin that Demon couldn't see.
She slid some sunglasses on and flicked the screw on the side of the lens frame. Immediately, she saw the criss cross of red laser beams all over the room. With such precision and care, she gracefully made her way to the other side of the room through a series of handstands, slides, backbends, and stretching.
She unfolded her bag and quickly stashed the money into it, knowing that if she didn't hurry, they could be caught. She zipped the bag back up and turned off the security system, almost forgetting to leave the note. As she turned to head back, she quickly turned around again and placed the note on an empty shelf.
Meanwhile, Death's watch beeped again as she looked at it with a large amount of frustration.
"What is it?" she snapped.
"Three minutes are up. The Preventers are about a few seconds away. Hurry up!!" Phoenix's voice came out of the watch and communicator.
"If the three minutes are up, why aren't you gone yet?" Death asked angrily.
"How are you all going to get back?" Phoenix questioned, ignoring Death's angered tone.
"We'll ride the wind," Death said, then heard the sound of cars driving in, "GO!"
She turned off communications and turned her head to look towards Komet and Demon, "The Preventers are here! Let's go, go, go!!!"
Komet and Demon ran out of the vault just as it was closing, and they looked at Death when they heard the noise of car doors opening then slamming shut. Death took a long and thin needle from out of her hair and pierced the man's skin with it, causing him to get knocked out.
"What was that?" Demon asked.
"Sedative. It works faster with that technique," Death briefly explained.
The three looked outside the bank windows and Demon growled softly.
"Oh…isn't this going to be interesting?" she said as they saw the Gundam pilots.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Author's notes: Well….I finally finished! Heh. I got Usagi to do most of the stuff in this chap. Please, read and review.
