Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam series portrayed in this story. I
also know because I said that you can't sue me. So ha.
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Kyoji twisted his arm, again fascinated by the way the DG cells crawled up his arm, twisting around him to form a second skin. He smirked and clenched his fist, feeling the strength of his power. His enemy would either die or become infected, and increase the army he had already created by yet another Gundam. It was such a shame his brother kept meddling in his affairs and destroying his wonderful DG cells while keeping the infected alive. Such compassion could only breed more enemies for him. Again he clenched his fist and smirked. This tournament would give him the perfect excuse to destroy his brother's hopes of winning permanently, while at the same time breed another member of his army.
He turned at the sound of his door. It was his brother.
The hate in his eyes was evident. "Win, Kyoji."
He sneered. "Why, little brother! I didn't know you cared."
"Win so that I may be the one to kill you and rectify the mistake that was made in creating your Dark Gundam."
Kyoji mocked him. "And in destroying the mistake of the Dark Gundam, you will succeed in destroying the legacy of your father, the legacy that he spent his entire adult life working on."
"It matters not when I would be able to destroy the scourge of mankind."
Kyoji raised his hand and displayed the glinting metal that enveloped his hand. "The scourge of mankind is also its future. By exterminating these wonderful DG cells, you exterminate mankind's hope for existing unified in the future. Only by allowing this creation to spread can I ensure that mankind will be adapted to survive in the future."
"By allowing this creation to spread, you guarantee the future of mankind will be one of bloodlust and murder. By creating such a scourge, you ensure that man will only exist in slavery, serving your twisted soul and obliterating the hope they have of one day returning to Earth and coexisting peacefully with the people of Earth."
"Earth is forsaken, dear little brother. Only by 'enslaving' them to my 'twisted soul' will the Earth be again accepting of us from space."
The brothers stared at each other malevolently until Colonel Tndarion's voice broke them up. "Save it for the battlefield. This is a man's room, where peace and rest are supposed to rule. Kyoji, come with me. Domon, go to your room or the lounge."
Kyoji shoved his way past his brother, following the Colonel into the hangar. He found a young Chinese man staring at a set of blueprints. He glanced up once and returned to his set of blueprints.
The Colonel turned to Kyoji and offered him a set of blueprints. "You don't have to take it if you don't want. The last person I gave them to without a choice wound up burning them. That was enjoyable."
"No thank you."
"I am finished," Wu-fei announced. He looked up, finally working himself into a standing position. He bowed to Kyoji and turned to his Gundam. "Ready to fight when you are."
"Let's go." Kyoji flexed his arm once and sauntered over to Dark Gundam.
*****
Wu-fei was surprised to emerge in a volcano, balancing delicately on an unstable ledge over the pit of boiling lava. He looked around uncertainly until his eyes bulged at the sight of his opponent emerging from the lava itself. It seemed to keep growing, any damage it might have sustained disappearing in the open air.
"What the hell is that?"
A sinister laugh permeated the speakers. "This glory is the Dark Gundam. Prepare to meet your."
"Right. Come and get me, you oversized piece of scrap metal." He pulled his double-ended glaive and ignited it, throwing odd shadows all over the interior of the volcano.
Again, the evil laugh sounded, followed by an explosion of light as every pore of the Dark Gundam ripped apart the dormant air with a blast of raw power, slamming into everything around him, ripping apart the battleground and causing several small avalanches of rock. Again, the Dark Gundam seemed to escape unharmed. Wu-fei extended his claws and blocked as many strands of destructive lights as he could; he could not prevent an immense amount of damage from hurting his Nataku. He dropped the claws and gasped as the torso of the Dark Gundam rose before him, followed by a massive pair of claws. He could only scream as the claws grabbed him and tore him apart, limb-by-limb.
All that broke the silence afterward was the chuckle, and then laugh, of Kyoji Kashuu.
*****
Don't ask me why, that was a lot of fun to write. I just saw the first three DVDs of G Gundam and have had a weird fascination with the Dark Gundam and the DG cells. Will Kyoji make it all the way? Read more when I update to find out.
Colonel
*****
Kyoji twisted his arm, again fascinated by the way the DG cells crawled up his arm, twisting around him to form a second skin. He smirked and clenched his fist, feeling the strength of his power. His enemy would either die or become infected, and increase the army he had already created by yet another Gundam. It was such a shame his brother kept meddling in his affairs and destroying his wonderful DG cells while keeping the infected alive. Such compassion could only breed more enemies for him. Again he clenched his fist and smirked. This tournament would give him the perfect excuse to destroy his brother's hopes of winning permanently, while at the same time breed another member of his army.
He turned at the sound of his door. It was his brother.
The hate in his eyes was evident. "Win, Kyoji."
He sneered. "Why, little brother! I didn't know you cared."
"Win so that I may be the one to kill you and rectify the mistake that was made in creating your Dark Gundam."
Kyoji mocked him. "And in destroying the mistake of the Dark Gundam, you will succeed in destroying the legacy of your father, the legacy that he spent his entire adult life working on."
"It matters not when I would be able to destroy the scourge of mankind."
Kyoji raised his hand and displayed the glinting metal that enveloped his hand. "The scourge of mankind is also its future. By exterminating these wonderful DG cells, you exterminate mankind's hope for existing unified in the future. Only by allowing this creation to spread can I ensure that mankind will be adapted to survive in the future."
"By allowing this creation to spread, you guarantee the future of mankind will be one of bloodlust and murder. By creating such a scourge, you ensure that man will only exist in slavery, serving your twisted soul and obliterating the hope they have of one day returning to Earth and coexisting peacefully with the people of Earth."
"Earth is forsaken, dear little brother. Only by 'enslaving' them to my 'twisted soul' will the Earth be again accepting of us from space."
The brothers stared at each other malevolently until Colonel Tndarion's voice broke them up. "Save it for the battlefield. This is a man's room, where peace and rest are supposed to rule. Kyoji, come with me. Domon, go to your room or the lounge."
Kyoji shoved his way past his brother, following the Colonel into the hangar. He found a young Chinese man staring at a set of blueprints. He glanced up once and returned to his set of blueprints.
The Colonel turned to Kyoji and offered him a set of blueprints. "You don't have to take it if you don't want. The last person I gave them to without a choice wound up burning them. That was enjoyable."
"No thank you."
"I am finished," Wu-fei announced. He looked up, finally working himself into a standing position. He bowed to Kyoji and turned to his Gundam. "Ready to fight when you are."
"Let's go." Kyoji flexed his arm once and sauntered over to Dark Gundam.
*****
Wu-fei was surprised to emerge in a volcano, balancing delicately on an unstable ledge over the pit of boiling lava. He looked around uncertainly until his eyes bulged at the sight of his opponent emerging from the lava itself. It seemed to keep growing, any damage it might have sustained disappearing in the open air.
"What the hell is that?"
A sinister laugh permeated the speakers. "This glory is the Dark Gundam. Prepare to meet your."
"Right. Come and get me, you oversized piece of scrap metal." He pulled his double-ended glaive and ignited it, throwing odd shadows all over the interior of the volcano.
Again, the evil laugh sounded, followed by an explosion of light as every pore of the Dark Gundam ripped apart the dormant air with a blast of raw power, slamming into everything around him, ripping apart the battleground and causing several small avalanches of rock. Again, the Dark Gundam seemed to escape unharmed. Wu-fei extended his claws and blocked as many strands of destructive lights as he could; he could not prevent an immense amount of damage from hurting his Nataku. He dropped the claws and gasped as the torso of the Dark Gundam rose before him, followed by a massive pair of claws. He could only scream as the claws grabbed him and tore him apart, limb-by-limb.
All that broke the silence afterward was the chuckle, and then laugh, of Kyoji Kashuu.
*****
Don't ask me why, that was a lot of fun to write. I just saw the first three DVDs of G Gundam and have had a weird fascination with the Dark Gundam and the DG cells. Will Kyoji make it all the way? Read more when I update to find out.
Colonel