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Chapter three- More Unwelcome Visitors
Duo was right about the seeing more action part, but of course, no one knew that…
As Heero went to retrieve their shuttle back to earth the four pilots and Relena engage in a little sprawl…
"I WANT MY MONEY MAXWELL."
"OW!" the sword of justice was brought down on Duo's head. But Duo held on tightly to the stack of cash. "NOOO. I NEED this money! Its not cheap to keep to keep my lovely locks in perfect shape ya know! I need a new perm, and a wash and set, and… hey, do you think I would look good in braids?"
"YOU IDIOT!!" WuFei proceeded to chase Duo around the station while Quatre took out of his handbag a thermos and a china tea set. He and Trowa were quietly sipping tea while Duo ran away from WuFei. Heero came with the shuttle and Relena was the first one on.
"Next time, don't leave me with them"
"Roger that." Heero shut the hatch and went into the cockpit. He started up the engines and floored it. The shuttle launched off, shooting into the sky at top speed. At this rate they could get to earth that night. Relena looked at her watch, it was 11:15. The mission went well, I had Heero in the palm of my hand. "Heero?"
"… I'm busy"
Or I thought I had him in the palm of my hand. Men, you can never keep them where you want them, they never stay I should say. Relena replayed the scene in the nightclub. Their dance, her tease, that greasy jerks hand all over her… eeeww! Thank god the song finished! Hmmmm, something is wrong…
/"BITCH!" he pulled out a gun from his pocket. But it went flying to the side as a shot from a corner of the room rang out /
Who shot the gun out of his hand? Could have been Duo. "Hey Duo, who shot the gun out of that guys hand?"
"Huh? Who ya think it was? That's a stupid question, I'm a good shot, so is Wu- man, Q- chan, and Trowa- kun. But Heero's the only one that could shoot the gun out of his hand AND shoot the bullet off course."
Relena's eyes widened
/"BITCH!" he pulled out a gun from his pocket. But it went flying to the side as a shot from a corner of the room rang out, but not before he pulled the trigger…/
"That's right, I didn't get shot."Heero?! But, how? He's a pacifist he's not suppose to even touch a gun…right? "Duo, isn't Heero…"
She got cut off as the shuttle jerked to the side.
"Hey Heero, man, what are you doing? You got some tired people back here."
The shuttle straightened out and Duo got up. "He probably needs my help ya know."
"But…" Duo walked off. Relena sighed she couldn't get to ask him. She glanced at the others. WuFei was knocked out, Trowa was reading, and Quatre was staring at Trowa.
She took a glance at the book Trowa was reading- 101 Ways to Kill a L2 Colonist. I think Duo is in trouble. Relena soon dozed off.
It was 12:30 when they arrived at the gates for their mansion.
"This place is huge! Where are we?"
"This would be our living quarters Ms. Relena."
"But I thought that we stay in the building."
"Oh, no Ms. we couldn't let you stay there, you would hate it, so I insisted that they allowed us to stay here."
"That was very nice of you Quatre."
They walked up the winding path to the front door. As they entered, the lights turned on. The living room was painted a deep burgundy and various painting lined the walls. There was a fireplace in the middle of the north wall. They escorted Relena to her room and left her there for the night.
"Hey Heero, where is your room?"
"Why"
"I am your bodyguard you know."
"Down the hall, two doors down."
"Alright, thanks" Relena retreated into her room for the night
12: 55 I should go to bed soon Heero stood on his balcony and stared out at the garden below him. There was a river running through it, and a large maple tree by the river. Shrubs, trees and flowers of different sorts lined the walls of the house, making it impossible to scale the walls without leaving footprints. As he leisurely looked around, his sharply honed soldier instincts kicked in. His eyes narrowed and he outwardly relaxed, but listened as closely as he could. He heard breathing…that was not his own.
A swift wind blew his wild locks from his face. 1:00. The moon came out from behind the clouds, just for a brief moment- but long enough for Heero to see the light reflect off of a blade…
Spinning around he ran into the room grabbing for his gun,that was not there. Damn. He had forgotten that in this time of peace he did not carry his gun everywhere with him. He looked towards the corner that his mind was telling him an enemy waited. He slowly moved towards the bed, where his gun rested, under his pillow. He eased his was over, and was almost there when a small dagger flew past him, nearly cutting his arm a warning, hn, well I don't heed warnings. Heero proceeded to walk towards the bed, when he realized he couln't move one of his arms. He looked down to see that the dagger had pinned his jacket sleeve to the wall. Leaving him no time to react the shadowy figure threw two more. Heero quickly spun out of his jacket and out of the way, catching one of the daggers by the blade between his forefinger and thumb. He threw it back and it sliced threw the air that the figure once was. Heero made a dive for his gun and shot the blade that was coming at him from the side. He jumped the bed and aimed… *THUMP* his gun lay a few feet away from him and his left hand was sore. He balled his fists and punched a nearby mirror, causing it to shatter. There! He turned and delivered a right hook to the persons jaw. I was able to see him as the light from the moon hit the splinters. He swung again, this time he feigned a right hook and attempted a left jab. He barley felt the pain that shot through his arm, that would make an ordinary man burst in tears, but registering in his mind the sensation that is suppose to be pain, his arm pulled- leaving him wide open. His opponent delivered a quick kick to his right side and jumped back. Somehow knowing that would only barley phase Heero. Heero lurched forward only to see a blade coming at him. He threw himself off-balance stretching the side he got kicked in. The blade missed, but Heero felt another kick to his right. Shit, he's really good. Or is it that I have gotten weak? He's so light on his feet. Heero heard the slicing of air and ducked as the blades missed, passing right by his ear. "NO MORE GAMES" Heero was pissed and he was going to let it all out. I've carried out missions in excruciating pain before- this is suppose to be childs play." Heero sprang forward and launched a clean uppercut to the stomach. Heero saw blood spill from the person's mouth. Heh. He jumped up to kick the guy, but his foot was grabbed and twisted; Heero spun into a double axel and landed a bicycle kick into the persons chest. He fell through the doors and onto the balcony. In, to Heero, a vain attempt to complete what he started; the man threw another dagger, missing Heero by a long shot. Heero picked up a nearby knife and jumped the guy. Heero held both of the guys wrists in one of his hands and held the knife to his throat. Heero tested the knife, pressing the blade against the black cloth mask he had on. Threads split on instant touch this guy had some serious weapons, just needed a better strategy to kill me. "Well, what did you come here for?" No reply. "Speak when you're spoken to" more threads split "I'll kill you, do you doubt that?" Heero had to strain his ears to here a mumbled reply.
"No, but not if I kill you first." The man dug his heels in Heero's shin, and once his grip let up, elbowed him in his stomach. Spinning around the guy jumped up and spun in midair- landing a perfect roundhouse kick to the side of Heero's neck, a move that would either kill a normal man or permanently cripple him. Heero just felt symptoms of unconsciousness bearing down on him. He listened to his opponents syncopated breathing, knowing that it was a hard fight for him somewhat satisfied Heero, but not enough. The man jumped off the balcony, looked back "I'LL BE BACK" then ran.
Heero stumbled into his room, although dreary from battle his instincts were as sharp as ever. He detected no signs of bombs or bugs, he sat down, and all the pain he once knew hit him, full force. "SHIT!!"
All of the pilots filed into his room. First Duo then Quatre, who left immediately to inform their bosses- Lucrenzia Noin, Sally Po and Lady Une of what happened. Soon after Quatre left Relena stormed in, then Trowa and WuFei.
"Oh my god Heero what happened!?"
"Hn"
"Come on Heero, how we supposed to help ya?"
"I was attacked, someone was trying to kill me."
"Well that's not new, but why are you so beat up?"
"He's good"
WuFei's eyes widened "better that you?"
There was silence.
"Mabey."
More silence.
"Heero, you fought him back?" Relena's voice quivered.
"ONNA, what kind of question is THAT? OF COURES HE FOUGHT BACK"
"WuFei, she doesn't know yet."
"How hard is it to figure out your no pacifist, just an old soldier who want to keep his skills in tack on a low profile. Really? Since when do 'pacifists' go on missions? Get it now onna?"
Relena's eyes were bugged out. "I guess it was obvious, but I didn't see it."
"Heero, man, our enemies…" Duo walked past Heero to pull a knife from the wall, his jacket sleeve brushed against Heero's face " …are they really that good?"
Heero's face was stiff, slowly, painfully, he brought up his hand to his ear and felt a familiar warmth. He looked at his hand- it was crimson stained. "Mabey even better that we thought…" Heero went off into his own world and Duo rambled on about having to 'bust the big guns' meaning- their gundams.
Something isn't right. That fight, those moves I've seen them before, that agility, how? Something… Heero gasped as it hit him his wrists, they… they were so small…
Chapter four coming soon guys!
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Glossary of Japanese Terms:
Chan- title, person of equal or less in age than you; a good friend; a kid
Kun- title, person greater in age than you
