Masters Of War
Ceremonial Blood
Prologue: Mistakes
It didn't rain in space, showers of stars, but never rain.
The colonies had controlled climates in which they could simulate rain, so that the "natural" effect could be reached for the well being of all living inhabitants. False rain, like the false living space called colonies, false peace. He himself had referred to space as a breeding ground for battles, how true. The people were forever longing for battle, ironic really that it should be this way, for him to fight and toil all his life only to give an opportunity for another uprising. Fuck it. It's up to you Relena, he thought grimly, your biggest test is coming. Enough delay, no time for remorse. There never was. He would follow through with this mission as if it were any other. His soul was tainted once again; surely by now it was darkened beyond recognition, so he stood in the false rain letting it do its best to cleanse his tarnished soul, for surely there was no God to do so. His eyes moved down to the gun that his left hand steadied while the butt rested in a puddle of water at his feet. They narrowed and a steely glint came into the cold blue that filled the orbs. He moved into his shooter stance, kneeling and putting one eye to the scope, as his target came into view. The slim figure, wrapped in a heavy dark coat to protect her from the rain, made her way away from the car hurriedly.
"Rachelle Araki."
At the sound of his voice she paused mid-step, as if she heard him from his perch on the top of the building looming over her form. She looked behind her searching for the caller. He took aim on her heart and squeezed the trigger gently. As the screams of panic erupted from her company and witnesses who'd seen her lifeless body fall to the wet pavement, Heero Yuy turned his back and began his flight muttering a barely audible "mission accomplished." Had he not been worried over the consequences of being caught he would've noticed that his voice sounded weary and full of pain.
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" All of ESUN and all of the colonies mourns the loss of one of our greatest leaders, Miss Silvia Noventa, who was running for president in the upcoming election. Miss Noventa, granddaughter of General Noventa—a leader of a pacifist group of the Alliance military, who was killed in AC 195—was supposedly on her way to a conference, in which the likes of Relena-Peacecraft-Darlian and rival Rachelle Araki would all speak to the senate. Miss Araki would not comment on the death of Noventa; however Vice Foreign Minister Darlian was reported to have said the following: ' the death of Silvia Noventa is indeed a pivotal moment in the history of the colonies. She will be fondly remembered by all of us. The Prevention Organization headed by Miss Une will take care of the matter of the assassin. Remember that Silvia Noventa wanted nothing more than to ensure the peace and I ask you to please not tarnish her ideals by using this as an excuse to spawn violence and hatred. Her death shall not send us into turmoil...' However, despite the minister's pleas a small number of uprisings have already been reported in the outer section of the L2 cluster. And with the prevention's hands full with the matter of squashing the beginning of another war, many wonder whether the assassin shall be brought to justice. "
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A wave of nausea swept over him at once; he had stood stock still at first, listening to every horrible word that the report had broadcasted, but now as the full impact of the words hit him he swayed and balanced himself on the wall for support, slowly sinking down into the floor.
" Silvia...Noventa!" He groaned as he hit the floor, clutching his abdomen and resisting the dry retches that threatened to come. What have I done? Oh God, what have I done!
Discliamer- I do not own Gundam Wing.
AN: Well, reviewers, shall I post more?