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Harhar, Richard sucks arse… Sorry ^^'
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School is hard.
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Dedicated to David, my friend who moved…. Sigh….. Okay, instead this movie will have lots of my friends in it. So, he may be in it. Along with ……. Im not gonna say.
~~~~~~ Jer- um, Tamahome's POV~~~~
I've only been in the Gundam World for a little while and already am I going to train to be a Gundam pilot. They said James, or Zack, Jessica/Tina, Amy, Ryan and Kim will be trained too. Heh, what's everyone say and think about them recruiting new types for this job? They'd take anyone knowing of the Gundams it seems. "Tamahome, there are five new Gundams. White Diamond Gundam, made after ZERO; Red Ruby Gundam, made after Deathscythe; Blue Sapphire Gundam, made after Heavyarms Gundam; Green Emerald Gundam, made after Sandrock; and Gundam Yellow Topaz, made after Shenlong. Oh, and a totally new one, Gundam Purple Diamond. You will be trained by Heero and you will use Gundam Purple Diamond. Heero will also train the one who gets the Diamond Gundam. Let me show you Gundam Purple Diamond, which is like wing…" and Quatre walked me to the Gundam Hanger.
~~~~Peacecraft Mansion Indoor Pool~~~~ **Next day**
"Mmm…" Achika muttered. She was floating on a floaty mat, lazily wandering over the Olympic size pool. She had on a blue bikini that featured 5 different shades of blue (cobalt, cerulean, blue, navy blue, and light blue ((not in that order))) and her hair was in a ponytail, which was coming out from behind her back then too the side, lazily scrapping against the water. Last Impression by Two-Mix was playing. Achika had her hands behind her head. Hitomi was swimming around, splashing in the red one piece she wore (they had gotten clothes). Ryu, the boy that was there, was swimming laps in blue swim trunks. Hitomi snuck up on Achika. She then flipped the mat over, sending Achika in the water. "Ahh-mph…" Achika sputtered under the water before diving to the bottom and kicking off and going up, where she used her legs in a scissor motion to pull the laughing Hitomi under before resurfacing. Achika laughed before swimming to the side and sprinting out of the pool. She ran in the girls dressing room. Hitomi soon followed her running. Yet, Hitomi slipped and hit the floor. Ryu sweatdroped and Hitomi flooded tears.
Achika laughed as she sank down in the stall of the dressing room. Wow, that was fun, even though I got dunked ^-^;; she thought. While thinking, a female figure leapt off the wall and near Achika, then struck her pressure point making her pass out, all before Achika knew what was happening.
~~~~OZ base somewhere?~~~~ **one hour later**
~Achika's POV~
I opened my eyelids, which felt much like each eyelid was bench-pressing 3 tons. I noticed I was leaning foreword, and there was metal cutting into my wrists and ankles, which explained their numb feeling. Wherever I was didn't have much light either, just a dim red-yellow glow from a fireplace. My hair was undone from the ponytail, and a mass of it was infront of my face and the rest was hanging infront of my shoulders. It was stiff and sticky, which is what I guessed by looking at it blood. Some hair was stuck together in clumps. When my eyes were open fully and adjusted to the dim light, I opened my eyes wide when I finally noticed what it was in my hair. It was blood. I shook my hair to the side, which was not an easy task. I look down and was able to see some of a metal collar type device around my neck. I was also in a robe, tied at the waist tightly and was white, with red in some spots. More blood. My arms were sticky, also from the red substance. My arms were cut, from what I don't know. I wished I knew where I was. I wished I knew what was happening. But I wish a lot of things…
^^30 minutes later^^
I narrowed my eyes. Whoever did this *was* going to pay. Suddenly, I heard footsteps from the corridor to my right. My head snapped up and I looked to the side. What I saw shocked me a little. I was a girl, small and petite; she must've been no older then eighteen; no younger then sixteen. Along with her was a young girl, whom was dark looking. That 'dark looking' meant I had a feeling her atmosphere was not happy, like a girl her age should be. She looked five. Then somehow, I just *knew* she was five. Five years, one day, 29 hours, 1740 minutes, and 104400 seconds old. The little girl had long black hair to her waist, and brilliant green eyes that shown like emeralds. Her lips were pale pink, and her skin was pale and her face was in a neutral pose. She looked at me wearing a small robe like mine, except it was blue. The older girl wore an OZ uniform. She had blonde hair to her elbows, and a full figure. She had curves in the right place it seemed, something that was definitely defined as an hourglass figure. She had bluish-green eyes and red lips. Her skin was tanned, and holding the pale girl's hand their skin color clashed. I stared at her. Her blue OZ uniform was jean material, with a long sleeved jean jacket that stopped at her midsection and fell around her unbuttoned. It didn't cling to her at the stomach. She had on a white t-shirt that was apparently short sleeved that clung to her midsection, and had a short jean skirt that ended a few inches above her knee. She also had on a jean hat, which said 'OZ∫' in silver on it. She turned to me and smirked with her full red lips. "Why, hello." The little girl looked at me. She had a ring around her neck too. The rings were like cold metal (I could sense what it really was, Krypton), and they had a ball of metal on it. It was like a ring with a ball stuck thru the metal at one point. The metal ball was something I didn't recognize, since now I felt my own against my neck and it felt *liquid*. The metal ball was smaller on hers, on mine it seemed large and the ring and ball must have weighed at least 5 or more pounds. Her metal ball was blue and purple, and her ring was blue, and mine was gray (for the ball) and white (for the ring). I felt sickened. Was the little girl a prisoner too? The girl continued to stare at me with soulful eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY AM I HERE?!?!?" I shouted. I wanted answers. The older girl walked over to me and undid the metal that was holding my feet. I clenched my teeth. The girl walked back from me. She laughed. "I was just coming to check up on you. I am leaving now. She muttered something to me after she left. At first I thought she was saying the girls name, but then I noticed she had said Goodbye in Russian. I looked down at my feet. I had on my boots. Looks like they took my clothes and put them on my. That was perfectly fine with me. I smiled and clicked my heel against by other one and I heard a sharp click. A small silver knife had clicked thru at the top, now pointing infront of me. I did the same to my other foot and another dagger came out of that one. I smiled wickedly.
I swung my back against the cold stonewall of my chamber prison. I swung forewords, and then finally got enough swing. I swung my foot up, aiming for the metal handcuffs around my arms. I gasped. The dagger hit the edge of my arm instead. I swung my leg down again. Tears stung my eyes but I didn't care. I tried again and it hit the small link and it went thru. My hand was free. The handcuffs were poorly designed. I took a hairpin out of my hair and picked the other lock. I was dropped on the ground. I looked at my arm, and there was no major damaged. I was thankful that it only hit the side of my arm, slicing a small part. No big deal. I wrapped it up in the sleeve of the robe I wore. I ran into the corridor that the girls had entered in. My footsteps were light.
~~~Elsewhere in the OZ base~~~
A voice, called out in the room. "So, we have one of them, correct?" The officer, who was the same one who checked on Achika, replied yes. The voice that called out the question was sitting on a leather chair, not facing the young girl officer. The person grinned. "Very good. Keep her under control."
~~~back to Achika~~~
My arm had stopped bleeding. That was good. I was still running, and this supposed OZ base seemed to be in a castle. It was cold, but I assumed that from the start. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that one girl. Then, I saw as a black clothed figure jumped down from seemingly the corner of the wall. I backed up on reflex. "Hey… There's no reason to be afraid.." It was a male voice. He offered a hand to me. I glared at his hand. He ran at me with his hand turned into a fist and I ducked. When he came up to me was when I ducked. I then grabbed his fist and flung him behind me, causing his back to hit the cold floor. I heard him growl. He was up in a moment. Apparently he had incredible reflexes. He charged at me again, this time with a sword. He had jumped in the air and was falling towards me with the sword. I grabbed the sword on both sides out of shock of what to do. About a centimeter away from my heart was where it stopped. My eyes were wide. He swung the sword to the side and instead it went in my shoulder. My eyes which were dilated before, went smaller. My vision blurred and dimmed, and I knew I had lost. "I'm going to Hell… Who's coming with me?" He brought the sword out of my shoulder. I then jerked it from his loosened grip and threw it at him, hitting his torso. "You're coming to Hell with me now…" I whispered before I blacked out.
~~~~Peacecraft mansion~~~~
Ryu's POV
I was sitting with Hitomi, Hilde, and and… I think her name was Dorothy. I wonder where Achika is. She's been gone since the pool incident. Hitomi told me not to worry. She said Achika can take care of herself. Well, I hope she can. I know this whole Gundam Wing stuff is making me slightly mad, same with Hitomi, because I don't really like Gundam Wing. I'm into other kinds of things. Oh yeah, I'm gonna be a Gundam pilot. With the others. Who thought that up? -.- I never signed a contract or anything… Oh, just forget it. -.-;
~~OZ Base, Achika's POV~~
I opened my eyes. I felt a heavy material on my arm. Some kind of clothe. I looked down, and I was in the same type of robe. It was white, just a new one. The ring was still around my neck. I was sitting against the wall. I found nothing better to do but accept my defeat. I whispered little nothings into the air. Parts of a song lingered in my memory. "Everybody, listen up! I'm going to Hell! Who's coming with me?" "Somebody, please, help him.. I think my dad's gone crazy" "There's no mountain I can't climb, there's no tower too high, no plane that I can't learn how to fly, what do I got to do to get through to you to show you there ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to *eeerrr*" I was happy rocking to this little song in my memory. Eminem-My Dad's Gone Crazy-The Eminem Show I remembered. Hailey was the little girl in the song.
"More pain inside of my brain in the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane, aimed at the world trade, standing on Ronnie's grave, screaming at the sky till clouds gather…" I had my eyes closed now singing to the song.
When I finished the song, my eyes snapped open. The first thing they saw was the lightning /\/\ scar on my arm. My eyes stung with tears. The scar to me meant pain and relief, grief and sympathy, and a nasty little rumor nagging in my mind. The scar was on my right arm, the same one I wrote with. After /\, the scar at that point was at my wrist, then it finished up. One weekend I had done that. I had gained sympathy at school from some of the girls in the locker room, I gained sympathy that they would have been sad if I had killed myself. Some of the girls were the popular kids. Then a few days after I was invited to sit at *the* table for lunch. At the table sat Orly, Logan, and another girl. But behind them in the next booth were Ben, Matthew, Jonathan, and one or two others. It was cool. A few days later it arose a rumor that I had a hit list. /\/\ Suddenly turned into meaning murder. That caused me to go through emotional stages. I had never been in trouble I school before, not even on the bus. Yeah, just shove that rumor up your…Uh, heh, I mean, that rumor most likely went in my permanent record. ^-^ ;-; I tapped my fingers on the cold floor. I sighed. It was very boring in my cold, stone prison. I growled slightly when I heard the steady click of heels coming towards the door. "Having fun yet, are we?" a familiar voice said. I looked up. It was the girl from earlier. "Yeah, so, what do you want?" I shot back. "Nothing, just here to drop off number 37. Why do you ask, number 79122?" I jerked back for a moment. I had a number? Hah. They aren't keeping me here for a long time. Why bother with a number? Then, she pulled out infront of her the little girl from earlier. Again in my mind it flashed how old she was, but also something else.
Akira Watase
Number 37
Age Five years, one day, 29 hours, 1740 minutes, 104400 seconds
Place of birth Colony Cluster L3
I blinked. Akira Watase? That was her name? Or was all of these images illusions? I hope not……. Number 37 walked in the cell and sat down in the corner opposite of mine and sat perfectly straight up, staring ahead. I looked at her, and when the officer left she looked at me with soulful eyes.
I have to get her out.
Can it kill me?
Probably.
Oh well.