Sigh... Gundam Wing nor any of it's characters belongs to either me or any of my accomplices... *tragic sigh*
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Ima Wa Me Wo Tojite Toki Wo Wasurete Miru
Part III – "Kurai sora wo honoo ga somete yuku Subete yakitsukushite yasuragi ni kaesu"
By Arcee
Wufei silently stared at his ruined Gundam. He twitched with tension as he tried to evaluate the damage to Nataku. He's need new parts. It could be fixed nut he wouldn't have time for that right now. The next mission was in a few hours.
The Chinese boy siged dramatically and walked back towards the safe-house, entereing into the hallway. HE found the other pilots in the kitchen, attempting to find food.
"What's up Wufei?" Duo asked around a mouthful of bread. "You look down."
"Duo. Can I borrow Deathscythe?" Duo choked at this request.
"What!? Why!?" He all but yelled. "What about Nataku!?"
"Sabotage." Wufei replied. "Someone knows we're here." Everything seemed to freeze. "Your Gundams all seem to be intact, but you probably should check them." Heero, Trowa and Duo were already down the hall as he mentioned this.
"I take it that means Duo's staying here." Quatre meant it more as a statement than a question. Wufei nodded.
"He snapped his femur in half when that.... car hit him. It hasn't completely healed for all his acting." Quatre nodded sagely in agreement.
Tick Tick Tick
Heero winced as the sound of him making adjustments to his cockpit reminded him of the hated analogue clocks. The five pilots had taken to digital devices since the long hours spent waiting with the dramatic time-passing sound in the background installed a passion they'd like to call hate into their hearts. Even Quatre hated them, and he was the first to admit that the time keepers were just doing what they were created to do.
Heero crawled out of Wing Zero and decided to take a look at the Shen-Long's demise. It was definitely unusable. Whoever di this was thorough, and knew what they were doing.
Trowa appeared out of the Heavyarms' cockpit and gave Heero an "all's well" signal. Turning, Trowa trotted back into the house.
Tick Tick Tick
Duo's fingers danced around Deathscythe's cockpit controls, searching for any bugs in the system. Sighing in relief, he purposely fell through the door, rolling when he hit the floor. Trowa took a flying leap as Duo appeared under his feet, and with a "Take it easy, Maxwell." Trowa retreated into the house.
Duo picked himself up and straightened his tunic. He waved to Heero, then followed Trowa out of the hangar.
Tick Tick Tick
Wufei boredly drummed his fingers on the table. He glanced over at Quatre, who was calmly drinking his tea. Quatre felt eyes on him. He raised his eyes quickly wondering what Wufei wanted.
Wufei jumped out of his seat at the sudden movement, knocking over his chair. Wufei winced, Quatre blinked.
"Um?" was all Quatre said.
Wufei glared at the former pilot and answered "Don't scare me like that!" Quatre blinked again.
"Jumpy, are we?" Trowa asked from the doorway. Duo bumped into Trowa's back, which left Trowa having to help Duo back to his feet due to a nasty hair-trigger.
"Look who's talking." Wufei retorted. Trowa just snorted and disappeared into the living room. Rubbing his jaw, Duo went and sat beside Quatre.
"Looks like its just you and me, huh?" He smiled at Quatre. He then turned his attention to Wufei, who was just picking up his abused chair. "You can use Deathscythe and it's all checked out. Nothing's wrong with it." Duo pointed his thumb back toward the hanger just as Heero reentered the room. "But make one scratch on it and I'll kill you."
Wufei nodded and Heero rolled his eyes. Quatre looked somewhat alarmed but kept his peace. Heero went to the fridge and dug around in the contents for a minute, then emerged with an apple. "Well, don't scare Quatre too much while we're gone, alright?" Heero knocked Duo on the head once then ran upstairs to his room.
Tick Tick Tick
The seconds ticked away on Milliardo Peacecraft's watch. How much longer could he hold up until backup came? No matter. He'd only die.
Guiding the Epyon through the battle, he fought for all he was worth, trying to continue until the Gundam pilots decided to show themselves. Too bad they lost one though. There would only be four to stop this attack now.
An explosion to his left caught the Lightening Count off guard. He smiled to himself. "'Bout time you showed yourselves." He called over the intercom.
"Sorry we're late." Came Heero's monotone. "We had a few... technical difficulties." Milliardo raised an eyebrow as the smoke cleared away and only three Gundams were revealed.
"Where's Wufei!!?" called Lucretia Noin from her white Taurus suit.
"I'm right here. In Deathscythe." Shenlong's pilot answered.
"Then where's Duo!?"
"With Quatre. They're packing house and leaving due to those previously mentioned technical difficulties." Trowa answered as he dropped an already empty gattling gun.
Tick Tick Tick
Wufei swore under his breath as the Deathscythe took on some heavy damage from the last few explosions. He sent his fingers flying to the controls trying to get Deathscythe to move.
Trowa moved in to cover Wufei while the 05 pilot was down. "Are you alright, Wufei?"
"All I can say is that I'm definitely dead when we get home." Wufei tried to cover just how bad the damage was with a feeble joke.
Trowa smiled and pulled out his knife, being effectively drained of ammunition. "Can you get up?" He asked, deflecting flying projectiles with his shield.
"No. Deathscythe's done for. Get out of here." Wufei grumbled as warnings blared all around him. "This mission's a failure."
Trowa nodded and hailed Heero, Noin, and Zechs.
Tick Tick Tick
"Time to retreat." Heero ordered the others. "Wufei get out of there!" He yelled in what he thought was Deathscythe's general direction.
"Just go, I'll cover you as I can." Wufei shouted.
Trowa refused to budge. "Get out idiot. I'll shield you. Other wise you'll be ripped up." Wufei sighed and un-strapped himself from the chair. Just as he opened the door, the self-detonation warning flared up.
"Trowa!! Get away! The self-detonate just went off!!!" Wufei scrambled to get out of the Suit.
Tick Tick Tick
"Hey, Quatre!?" Duo ran around the house, looking for the Arabian. "Quat--!"
"I'm right here Duo! You don't have to yell!" Quatre wheeled his chair to the door of his room. "What do you want?"
"Sorry." Duo scratched his head. "I just received word from the guys at the Front. The mission failed. Horribly."
"Horribly?" Quatre raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
Duo glanced behind him nervously, as if someone was there. Looking back at Quatre he said "Deathscythe's been destroyed." Quatre furrowed his brow.
"Wufei...?"
"Dunno yet." Again Duo looked behind him and then back at Quatre. "Where are we going anyways?"
"We'll figure out as we go. I'll keep watching for more word on the others. I'm almost done here." Quatre pointed his chin towards the stairs. "I can't get up there so that's your job."
Duo nodded and sauntered away, muttering something to the effect of "So much for peace."
Tick Tick Tick
The pilots were slowly being eliminated. The Gundams were going a bit faster though. That was a bit of a pleasing feeling. Pilot 04 was out of action, Pilot 02 without a Gundam Suit was useless, and 05 was repoted as killed in action. Only two were left to worry about.
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Who-kay... what is wrong with my formatting!!?? Sorry about the extra large gaps in between paragraphs... I have no idea why that happened. Anyhoo!! Time to get started on part 4!^^
