Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, although I quite wish I did, but no one can have everything. (Sigh) Well, I do own Aria since I created her. No stealing or else you will be turned pink. Okay, enough jabber, and on with the fic.

The Gundam Boys and The Phoenix Girl

The Mission of Assassination

A young girl, no more than seventeen, was sitting at an oak desk in front of a computer that showed pictures of assorted weapons. She was studying them intently, learning their advantages and disadvantages as she went along. She had shoulder-length white-blonde hair that had been formed into two perfect French braids. Her clothes wear a white spaghetti-strap shirt and tight black leather pants. All in all, this was not one of the most normal people in the universe, but then again not many people that had grown up like her were normal.

Her emerald eyes scanned some more before a video picture of a middle-aged man with dark brown hair wearing a formal suit appeared on the screen before her. He smiled widely as he began to speak to her.

"Hello, Aria," he greeted.

"Interrupting me as usual, Max?" The identified Aria asked sarcastically.

"Of course. What kind of representative would I be if I didn't?"

"No representative I know." Aria declared as she crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair.

"Right. Now down to business. We have another mission for you."

"Really? What is it this time? Would it be rescue, protection, or information recovery?"

"No, none of that. This mission is a few assassinations."

"Well, I haven't had one of those in a long time. Can I use my normal style?"

"Always, Aria."

"Good. Who are they, Max?"

"They are five former Gundam pilots who now work as preventers. I'll send the profiles right now."

There was a small pause before a list of names, histories, and descriptions appeared on part of the computer screen. The girl quickly scanned them with her gaze before facing the man again.

"How long do I have?" she asked.

"Two months. I'll contact you again soon, Aria."

With those closing words the video feed ended and Aria was left to her new mission assignment and information. She quickly brought up the one that seemed to her the best option for her start.

"Well, Mr. Quatre Raberba Winner, looks like I'll be getting to know you better. Won't we have fun for a little while? If only I didn't have to kill you. It is always a sad thing to end lives, but for me, it's necessary," she whispered.

Author's Note: Well, everyone. I have started another fic, and I really hope you enjoy it. I bet, at this point, that you think Aria is just some sort of psychotic bitch, but I swear she's more than that. Eventually, you'll get to see another side to her. Anyway, in the next chapter Aria bumps into Quatre and they start to get to know each other. How will this turn out? I'm calling it "The Florist, Aria Deemer".