Shadow of the Revolution

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Gundam Wing is property of Sunrise and its creators. However, the plot and any new characters introduced are MY property, and I ask that you all be creative and come up with your own ideas.

Author's Note(s): Ok, people. This is my first attempt at writing a GW fic. I really need feedback. Reviews and comments are greatly appreciated! I don't mind flames, as long as you have a reason for flaming me, but do keep in mind that this is my first GW fic, so please be gentle. This story takes place after the Endless Waltz, probably two years after, give or take a month. Duo is running his scrap yard (and going to school), Trowa is back with the circus, Quatre has taken over the Winner corporation, Wufei is a Preventer, and Heero… he's still keeping a close eye on Relena, but he doesn't really stay in one place for too long. For the time being, he's going to the same school as Duo (which is in space, BTW.)

Sooo, I think that's it. Enjoy! Please R&R!



Shadow of the Revolution

Chapter One- A New Face

Quatre waited nervously in the spacious waiting room, pacing as he mentally went over his speech for the manager/ director of Generation Enterprises. Taking over his father's job, Quatre had several business meetings a day, this one being the last of them. He'd gotten used to doing formal speeches and listening to old crones droning on about how good their companies were. He expected this meeting to be no different, but he was especially nervous this time. He had looked through his father's files and found that Generation Enterprises was the main business partner that his father had, funding for some of the researches going on in various Resource Satellites, and donating necessary equipment for the researchers. Apparently the owner of the company wanted a report on the researches, so they had set up a meeting for Quatre to give a progress report. The owner fell ill with a high fever that day, so Quatre was supposed to speak to the manager/director instead.

How long is this going to take? Quatre thought almost angrily. He was usually very patient, but today was more tiring than usual, and Quatre wanted to get home so that he could get the stress and the uncomfortable suit off his mind. He had been waiting for almost an hour, even with an appointment!

If I don't get to go in there soon, Quatre thought crossly, I'm just going to leave!

Just then, the door opened and the secretary stepped in.

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Winner. Miss Dracy will see you now. Please, follow me."

Quatre walked out after the blond secretary. Somehow, she reminded him of his sister Yuria.

Down the long, dimly-lightly halls, they walked for almost five minutes, turning left, right, another right, left again, right… so many turns that he couldn't remember. Finally they arrived in front of two large, mahogany- framed glass doors, in front of another set of mahogany doors behind those, on which the secretary knocked, and a female voice replied. They entered into a large trapezoid room, in which a desk was situated on the far side of the room in front of a glass wall. Through the glass, Quatre could see the most beautiful scenery of shadowed office buildings standing erectly against the horizon. On the right side of the room sat a desk with a computer, printer, and fax machine. On the other wall was a photocopier and a door, which led to what Quatre guessed, was a storage or supply room. Beautiful paintings of sceneries covered the bare light-grey walls, accentuated with the soft lighting of many small ceiling lights. Houseplants were placed in each corner of the room, giving it the perfect touch. Quatre was so intrigued by the décor of the room he almost didn't notice a silhouette sitting behind the grand oak desk until the secretary addressed the person.

"I've brought Mr. Winner to see you, Miss Dracy."

"Thank you," came the reply. "I won't be needing your assistance for a while. You may leave."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the door had clicked shut, the figure came from behind the desk to greet Quatre.

"I'm terribly sorry for the wait, Mr. Winner. I didn't expect my meeting to take that long." It seemed as though she was going to say more, but catching the rapt look on his face made her stop.

She smiled gently before asking, "Is anything the matter, Mr. Winner?"

Snapped out of his trance, Quatre could only imagine how stupid he must of looked, standing there gaping at the young woman before him. It was a mixture of her beauty and age that surprised him, for the woman before him was no older than himself, yet here she was, the manager and director of one of the largest companies in the world. As for her loveliness, he knew that her raven hair hanging to her mid-back framing her face, the stunningly hazel eyes, and that ideal figure would make even Heero, Trowa or Wufei to raise an eyebrow.

"No, not at all," Quatre replied with a smile. "Except that I didn't expect the manager and director of Generation Enterprises to be so…. young."

At that she laughed; a pleasant laugh that was like music to the ears.

"A common reaction. Some people don't think I can handle my job. I would have been surprised of your age as well, had I not of been told that you had taken over you father's company, Mr. Winner," she finished.

"Please, call me Quatre," the blond Arab said.

"Only if you call me Sonya," she answered, smiling.

"You've got a deal," Quatre grinned, taking the hand that Sonya offered.

"You have a really nice office," Quatre told her, not to flatter her but because that was what he truly thought of it.

"Thank you," was her response. "Would you like to have a seat?" she asked, indicating the chairs on the other side of her desk.

"Oh, yes, thank you," Quatre blushed and sat down.

"Well, shall we get on with business?" Sonya asked.

"Right away, ma'am," Quatre playfully replied, pulling out papers and forgetting his entire speech; but somehow, he didn't think he'd need it.

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Sonya clicked the door shut behind Quatre, and turned back to the huge stack of paperwork that she still had to do before going home.

That went well, almost too well. Still no word — she thought but her thoughts were cut off by a beep from her laptop. She went over to the desk, pressed a button, and an unclear and shadowed image of her superior appeared.

"Dearest Sonya, how are you doing?" came his smooth, melodic voice.

This was the absolute last thing she had expected him to say, because for one he had not used her "code" name or rather the nickname he called her by, and he didn't say anything that concerned their mission. In her shock she couldn't respond to his question. He chuckled slightly.

"You mustn't be caught unaware again, Sonya. It could be fatal." Understanding what he just did, she nodded and replied.

"I understand, sir. Any word from the others?" she asked hopefully.

"Most have replied. They are doing well. And you, Lady, how are you doing?" he questioned her.

He'd used her code name this time, and the code name felt much more familiar than the real one. He had picked out her code name, saying it was the same name of the woman who formerly held her position. She didn't really care what her code name was; all she cared about were completing her missions.

"Quite smoothly, sir. I didn't understand why you assigned me instead of her. It's been very simple so far. I didn't need to use as much effort as I had first suspected to make him take the bait."

"It may seem that way for now, but be cautious. He is very kind and gentle, but he's also very strong and unpredictable. Watch him closely, and don't let your guard down."

"As you wish, sir." Then, before she was able to stop herself, she continued on. "But sire, he can't be stronger than Heero Yuy. And with my relationship with his mentor, it would be much easier for me to handle Heero Yuy."

"Precisely," her superior replied calmly. "That is why I did not assign you to him. Heero Yuy is the Perfect Soldier; he is very strong and determined. But he has lost his humanity. He is only focused on missions, and therefore it makes him easy to manipulate and control. Your assigned mission is very kind, and always has been. Even in the heat of battle, he keeps his tenderness and mourns over all lost souls. He truly has a universal heart. His actions are from his heart, which makes it hard to anticipate what he will do next. As a soldier he is imperfect in many ways, but his humanity makes him unpredictable, and harder to prevent from ruining our plans. That is why I assigned you to him, because I can only trust you, Lady. Leave Heero Yuy to Dorothy. She'll handle him. Focus on your mission, and tomorrow night. That is your main priority. But if possible, I'd like you to meet the other pilots. Do not get too near Heero, but see what you think of the saviors of our time."

"Of course, sir." And with that she ended transmission, leaving her alone in her silent office to complete the rest of her paperwork.



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Quatre plopped into bed without bothering to take off the suit that was being a nuisance to him during the day. His last meeting had been terrific, just thinking of it made him happy. He couldn't get his mind off the dark- haired girl he had talked to earlier, the image of her face, the sound of her voice, drifting clearly in his mind.

Look at you, Quatre, he thought to himself. You're starting to act like Duo, lovesick over some pretty girl.

Duo, Quatre thought. Haven't heard from him in a while. I wonder how he's doing. I wonder how everyone's doing.

Quatre thought about seeing his comrades again, hoping that they'd show up for the celebration of the first year since the official prohibition of armaments the following night. All the former Gundam pilots, world leaders, and Preventers were invited to the party. It was a diplomatic event, and so only the highest ranked officials of the world could attend. Relena was to be the hostess of the party, giving a speech and basically making sure that things ran smoothly. The party started at 5:30pm, and the guests could mingle and talk among themselves until dinner was served at 6 o'clock. Dinner would take approximately an hour, and then Relena would give her speech. After that the ball would start. Quatre could bring someone along, sort of as a date, but he hadn't really had anyone in mind until now, and currently his problem switched to not having anyone to ask to getting the courage to ask someone: Sonya.

Why didn't I ask her? Quatre mentally asked himself. I'll call her office tomorrow. I hope she'll say yes.

And before he could stop himself, Quatre dozed off into a blissfully dream- filled sleep.

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Blade Violet walked boldly into Marge Charlotte Institute. She received many stares from her soon-to-be comrades, male and female alike. She was dressed in a simple black turtleneck and a pair of khaki pants. Her long ebony hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and her hazel eyes glinted mischievously. She headed to the front office of the school to say that she was present on her first day at her new school.

Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy both arrived at school a little later than they usually did, due to Duo having a bad hair day. They both walked to their usual spot under the big oak tree to wait for the bell to ring. Since the school was raised up a little higher than the rest of the buildings surrounding it, the students had a beautiful view of the entire colony. The spot from under the oak tree faced toward his house, or rather the house he shared with Hilde, and Duo could get a clear view of his junkyard from where he was standing.

After the staring at the scenery for some time, Duo turned back around and faced the school. He was surprised the bell hadn't rung yet, and just as that thought struck him the familiar sound of a bell signaled that classes were about to begin. He and Heero headed toward the door, when Duo's eye was caught by a girl he had never seen before. She was wearing simple clothing, yet they seemed to suit her so perfectly. Her ebony hair reflected off the sun, and her figure was absolutely perfect.

Whoa! She is just… HOT! Duo thought to himself. I wonder who she is. She's probably new. That caused him to smile. In that case, she'll need someone to show her around, and I'm the man for the job.

"Duo, you're drooling," came a familiar monotone to his right.

Duo blinked and snapped out of his trance at once.

"Nice to see you've joined us again," Heero smirked.

"Very funny, Heero. Did you see her?" Duo said excitedly. "Wonder who she is," he added thoughtfully.

"She's probably new around here. You can go and flirt with her later, Duo," Heero said, reading Duo's thoughts.

"How the heck do you do that, Yuy?" Duo asked astonished. "Or do you have special powers besides from being super-human?" Duo leered.

"It's not hard to tell what you're thinking, Maxwell, you flirt with every girl in the school," came the ever-calm voice of Heero.

"Good point." Duo smiled, the devilish smile he always had on before battle. I'll see you later, baby. You can count on that. Duo thought to himself, and ran to catch up to Heero to go to class.