*--*
Man, the place was *huge*! And that's an understatement. There had to have been a bathroom probably every five doors, and there was no absence of those, either. The doors, I mean. The entire hallway I went exploring in seemed to be made of them. I even took a drink from a drinking fountain before realizing that WuFei was still standing in the foyer, waiting for me. I felt my face heat up, and I scrambled back to him. When did I start trying to please him? "So, where are the others?" I asked.
I think he came close to rolling his eyes. "In here." He pointed to one of the many doors. "After you."
I knocked on the door. Almost immediately, a man in a blue sweater and khakis opened the door.
"Please, come in. I hope you find everything most adequate."
Golden-yellow hair, aquamarine eyes, it could only be one person.
"Quatre . . . Mr. Winner?" I blushed at my stumble, and bowed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winner . . . ." I paused. Wait. Quatre Winner . . . was a Gundam pilot. "Are . . . are these the 'others'?" I looked back at WuFei, who nodded silently. When I turned back to Mr. Winner, the door was wide open, revealing three more famous Gundam pilots, and a scared, yet relieved- looking Jaime, sitting next to one of them. I didn't know all of their names, but Mr. Winner took care of that.
"Kristen," he said, jerking my attention back to the present, "I'll introduce everyone." He pointed them out, respectively with their names. "This is Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, and Heero Yuy." Jaime was sitting next to Trowa, then. "You've already met WuFei, and I'm Quatre Raberba winner." He took my hand in his and kissed it lightly, bowing. I blushed yet another time. Would it ever stop?
"Mr. Winner . . . . I . . . ." I stammered.
He smiled. "Please. Just call me Quatre. Alright? And it's nice to finally meet you. Jaime has told us so much about you already."
I glared at Jaime, who grinned sheepishly. "Sorry," she mouthed. I nodded.
Heero stood up. "Now that we've all gotten acquainted with each other, I get the distinct pleasure of inviting you all on a mission."
I opened my mouth to protest, as WuFei and I had just finished a mission, but Heero looked at me.
"You have no choice."
*--*
I could feel anger and jealousy boil through the surface of my calm façade when Quatre kissed Kristen's hand, but I quickly stifled it. I didn't understand why I was feeling this, or even why I should be jealous at all. I got a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach when Heero told us there was a new mission, though.
"There's a new faction uprising against the ESUN." He grimaced. "They've acquire thousands of mobile suits and an army large enough o significantly catch ESUN's eye, all behind our backs. They're starting their attacks tomorrow."
"They can't attack ESUN! Who's going to defend it? And who do they think they are, anyway?" Kristen demanded.
"They can, and they will. They'll do whatever they want. We were lucky that someone was able to intercept one of their transmissions. As to whom they think they are, they call themselves the Mariemaia Foundation, or something like that. Run by Deakim Barton, and headed by a mere girl. And to answer your question, *we* are to defend ESUN. At any cost, including that of our lives."
*--*
Man, the place was *huge*! And that's an understatement. There had to have been a bathroom probably every five doors, and there was no absence of those, either. The doors, I mean. The entire hallway I went exploring in seemed to be made of them. I even took a drink from a drinking fountain before realizing that WuFei was still standing in the foyer, waiting for me. I felt my face heat up, and I scrambled back to him. When did I start trying to please him? "So, where are the others?" I asked.
I think he came close to rolling his eyes. "In here." He pointed to one of the many doors. "After you."
I knocked on the door. Almost immediately, a man in a blue sweater and khakis opened the door.
"Please, come in. I hope you find everything most adequate."
Golden-yellow hair, aquamarine eyes, it could only be one person.
"Quatre . . . Mr. Winner?" I blushed at my stumble, and bowed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winner . . . ." I paused. Wait. Quatre Winner . . . was a Gundam pilot. "Are . . . are these the 'others'?" I looked back at WuFei, who nodded silently. When I turned back to Mr. Winner, the door was wide open, revealing three more famous Gundam pilots, and a scared, yet relieved- looking Jaime, sitting next to one of them. I didn't know all of their names, but Mr. Winner took care of that.
"Kristen," he said, jerking my attention back to the present, "I'll introduce everyone." He pointed them out, respectively with their names. "This is Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, and Heero Yuy." Jaime was sitting next to Trowa, then. "You've already met WuFei, and I'm Quatre Raberba winner." He took my hand in his and kissed it lightly, bowing. I blushed yet another time. Would it ever stop?
"Mr. Winner . . . . I . . . ." I stammered.
He smiled. "Please. Just call me Quatre. Alright? And it's nice to finally meet you. Jaime has told us so much about you already."
I glared at Jaime, who grinned sheepishly. "Sorry," she mouthed. I nodded.
Heero stood up. "Now that we've all gotten acquainted with each other, I get the distinct pleasure of inviting you all on a mission."
I opened my mouth to protest, as WuFei and I had just finished a mission, but Heero looked at me.
"You have no choice."
*--*
I could feel anger and jealousy boil through the surface of my calm façade when Quatre kissed Kristen's hand, but I quickly stifled it. I didn't understand why I was feeling this, or even why I should be jealous at all. I got a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach when Heero told us there was a new mission, though.
"There's a new faction uprising against the ESUN." He grimaced. "They've acquire thousands of mobile suits and an army large enough o significantly catch ESUN's eye, all behind our backs. They're starting their attacks tomorrow."
"They can't attack ESUN! Who's going to defend it? And who do they think they are, anyway?" Kristen demanded.
"They can, and they will. They'll do whatever they want. We were lucky that someone was able to intercept one of their transmissions. As to whom they think they are, they call themselves the Mariemaia Foundation, or something like that. Run by Deakim Barton, and headed by a mere girl. And to answer your question, *we* are to defend ESUN. At any cost, including that of our lives."
*--*
