Thunder Wing

Author: ~Heartless Spirit~ (aka dragonsbane013)

Disclaimer: I dun own GW or SM so get off my back!

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AN: Hey ppl! Did you like the re-done version of the
first chapter of Thunder Wing? Hope so.
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Thunder Wing: Mission 2=School Within the Sanq Kingdom
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Duo sighed confusingly as he and the others walked down
the streets of the Sanq Kingdom leading to the Peacecraft
Academy. "Do any of you know that chick in that Gundam
from yesterday? Man, she was hot. But who the hell is she?"

"I don't know, Duo. All I know is, if she gets in my way or
is working for Rommefeller, she'll be terminated." Heero's
monotone voice answered. The Perfect Soldier looked up
at the sky as the glistening orb rose higher into the
clear blue sky. [Who the hell was that? Her Gundam may
even rival the power of Wing Zero.]

"We should probably concentrate on whether or not she is
with us or against us." The Arabian pilot as he put his
small organizer into his navy uniform jacket pocket.
"She seemed friendly enough."

"To us or Rommefeller?" The braided shinigami joked as
he put his arms around the back of his head.

"She referred to herself as Thunder-hime. Princess Thunder
as you would say in english. I understand why she would
call herself that. Her Gundam may be able to create a
magnetic force in order to attract electricity." Trowa
pointed out, explaining his theory to the rest of the
pilots. "The thing is, why would she just pop out out of
no where and decide to help us?"

Wufei stayed silent as everyone questioned the new pilot's
appearance. He muttered to himself, thinking that the
others wouldn't hear. "I thought you were dead."

Heero heard Wufei's discreet murmuring. "You seem to know
that pilot, Wufei. Care to tell us who it is?"

Wufei turned away. "None of your damn business, kisama."
Heero took out his handgun from his backpocket and pointed
it toward's the Chinese martial artist's head. "Omae no
korosu if you don't tell us." Wufei stared at the gun
as Heero's prussian blue eyes pierced his soul.
"I used to know her. I thought she died." Wufei continued
as the other pilots listened intently. "If I tell you
any more about her she'd kill me."
The Japanese pilot put his handgun away. "Hn." He said.

Duo looked at Wufei, who now seemed even more distressed
about something. "Yo, Wu-man. What's wrong?"
Wufei death-glared at the American. "My name is Wufei,
Maxwell. And anyway, its none of your goddamn business."
Duo sighed as he turned back around. "Fine. Fine. But
you gotta admit that girl was HOT!" Wufei growled
as he reached for his katana, which was convieniently
positioned strapped onto his back within its elaborately
carved scabbard. Trowa noticed this movement. "It is
wise not to do anything for now, Wufei. We are already
on school campus. You wouldn't want Relena to have
another fit, now would you?" Everyone, even Quatre,
grimaced at the thought of Relena Peacecraft, the
"princess" and sovreign of Earth. Wufei put his
sword back into his scabbard. The Latin teenager
grinned. "Besides, we have class to attend to."

The five Gundam pilots went to their seats within
Ms. Keida's Literature class. Ms. Keida tapped the
podium with her pen as to get everyone's attention.
"Class, settle down. We have a new student. She
is new here so be polite." Ms. Keida rambled on about
being polite and proper etiquette. Wufei shifted nervously
in his seat. Quatre leaned over to Duo.
"Do you think the new student is that pilot?" Quatre
asked.
"I have no clue Q-man. We'll find out in a matter of
seconds." Duo whispered back as he pretended to return
his attention to the rambling teacher.
"You may come in now, young lady." Ms. Keida ordered
as she looked towards the doorway. A young brunette
with dazzling emerald eyes entered the room. Some
guys stared at her as she introduced herself.
"Kino Makoto." Makoto stated her name. Some of the
girls whispered to each other mockingly, mostly because
Makoto was wearing a boys' uniform and most of the
guys within the classroom were staring at her.
Ms. Keida cleared her throat. "Makoto, you may sit in
the seat in front of Duo Maxwell. Duo, raise your hand."
Duo raised his hand, although Makoto already knew who
he was. Makoto grinned as she took her seat. [Who
would've thought we would all be in the same class.]

(Time Change: Lunch Break-11:30am)

Makoto sat down under a blossoming cherry blossom tree as
she opened her emerald green lunch box. She had rice
balls, tofu, vegetables, tempura, and all kinds of other
Japanese delicacies. Makoto ate silently for a few moments,
but then she put her red chopsticks onto her lunch box.

"Come out Wufei. No use spying on me if I know you're there."
The Chinese swordsman reluctantly jumped out and sat
next to the brunette. "I knew I couldn't fool you. But
let me ask you one thing."

"And what is that Wufei-kun?"

"Why did you disappear?" Wufei asked, his eyes glittering
with sadness and angst.
Makoto sighed and looked away. "I had to leave. Lady M
and Doctor J had recruited me for training to become a
Gundam pilot."

"Without saying goodbye, Makoto-kun?"

Makoto's crystal tears began to appear. "I had no choice.
I couldn't tell anyone where I would be going."
From the tables about 20 meters from where the two
were talking, the other Gundam pilots watched.
"Leave it to Wufei to make a girl cry." Duo
sighed as he leaned back onto the table. "Why did he have
to be the one to go over there?"
"Because Wufei is the only one that knew her." Quatre
replied.
"Besides, if we sent you over there, Duo, you would have
most likely asked her out on a date rather than ask her
about her Gundam." Trowa pointed out.
"I would have not!" Duo barked.
Heero looked onward towards Makoto and Wufei, not paying
attention to Duo and Trowa's bickerings.
[What the hell is going on?]

Wufei patted her back as Makoto wiped her tears away.
The brunette sighed and began to pack her lunch back into
her bag. "Anything else you'd like to ask, Wufei?" Makoto
stood up.
"Yes, one thing." Wufei stood up as well and crossed his
arms.
"Well, out with it then." Makoto smiled weakly as she
turned to Wufei.
"Do you remember what my mother told us when we were
little?" Wufei smiled(AN: OMG HE ACTUALLY SMILED! O.O).
Makoto looked up thoughtfully. "Yes."
Wufei grinned. "Good." Wufei began to walk away when
Makoto grabbed his arm. "Wufei wait."
"What is it?"
"I challenge you to a duel." Makoto grinned as she crossed
her dainty yet muscular arms.
Wufei grinned. "Just like the old days. You'll never
change, Makoto-kun."
"Heh. And I probably never will." Makoto, suprisingly,
got out a long, yet semi-slender, katana with an emerald
green hilt. The blade itself had an elaborate drawing
of a dragon carved into it. She pointed the tip of the
sword at Wufei. "Ready, as always?"
"Of course." Wufei took out his own chinese katana. "You
start." Wufei pointed his katana's blade at Makoto.

Heero stood up quickly. "What the hell?!"
"What the..HOW THE HECK DID THIS HAPPEN??!?" Duo gasped
as he watched the two swords clash.
"We should get over there." Trowa advised. Quatre nodded.
They ran over to the duelists.

Makoto's sword began to spark as it made contact with
Wufei's blade. The brunette grinned. "You've gotten
stronger."
"Of course." Wufei said as he attempted to stab Makoto,
who dodged effortlessly. Makoto backflipped and slashed
her katana at Wufei's back. Wufei dodged, but the wind
pressure from the katana caused the back of his jacket
to cut. Makoto snickered. "Of course, I'm still faster."
"You wish." Wufei grinned as he swiped at Makoto's
blade. Makoto blocked, but he left jacket sleeve and
shirt was cut and she began to bleed. "Now we're even."
"Ugh." Makoto pushed Wufei's blade back, despite the
fact that blood began to seep through the rest of her
sleeve. "You'll pay for that Chang." Makoto hit her
blade onto Wufei's katana once more, with more force
than she had done before. Wufei groaned as he began to
be pushed back. He swiped his katana and broke away.
Makoto began to pant. [Kuso. I forgot how formidable
he is. Damn this wound. I'm losing it.] Makoto's
eyes slowly began to blur but she fought it off. She
refused to lose to him again, after all those duels they
did when they were little, using wooden practice swords
within Wufei's father's dojo. Makoto began to stagger.
Wufei noticed this. "We should stop."
"No. I will finish this." Makoto charged quickly and
managed to slice open one of his sleeves. Wufei groaned
as he covered his flesh wound. "If you wish, Thunder-hime."
Wufei, knowing that Makoto's eyes began to blur, took
this advantage and grabbed the hilt of Makoto's long
sword and pulled it away from her. He positioned the
two katanas directly at the side and front of her neck.
"Give up yet?"
"No." Makoto kicked her sword out of Wufei's grasp
and caught the hilt, therefore positioning her blade a
few millimeters away from Wufei's adam's apple. Wufei
smirked.
"You still remember my father's technique I see."
"Better believe it." Makoto didn't budge, although her
legs were about to give out from the loss of blood.

Heero ran over, along with Trowa, Duo, and Quatre, and looked
at how close the katanas were at each of their next.
Duo's mouth hung agape. "Whoa. Kino's just as good
as Wu-man."
"Kisama! Can't you see we're in the middle of a duel?"
Wufei snapped. The katanas did not budge a single inch.
Makoto closed her eyes. [I'm weakening. I. ugh. can't
believe I'm about to lose. to him. again. ugh. kuso.]
Makoto slowly fainted to the ground. "Not. again."
Her katana clanged onto the ground as Wufei sheathed
his katana. "Why does this always happen..." Wufei
picked up Makoto and carried her in his arms. Wufei looked
at the wound. It had stopped bleeding, but if they did not
get that deep wound tended to, it would get infected.
Quatre looked her over. "She lost a lot of blood. We need
to get her to my mansion."

(Place/Time Change: Winner Mansion: 1:30pm)

As they reached the living room of the Winner Mansion,
Quatre called several maids and asked if they could bring
bandages, a disinfectant salve, and warm water and a towel.
"Call my sister, Maribel (AN: I made the name up). She's
upstairs." Quatre told Trowa. The Latin pilot nodded
and ran up the stairs. Wufei settled Makoto onto the
couch.[You have always been stubborn.] Wufei smiled
sadly as he kneeled down next to the couch. He turned
to Quatre. "Is she going to be okay?" He asked.
"She'll be as good as new once my SISTER GET'S DOWN HERE!"
Quatre yelled towards the stairs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Jeez, Quatre. I visit for
a week for vacation and you give me a patient." Maribel
rubbed her neck as she walked down the stairs. Trowa
followed.
"Maribel.." Quatre groaned.
"Ya ya, I'll do it. Oh god! What the heck happened to her?!
Her cut almost reached her bone!" Maribel touched the
wound carefully, causing Makoto to wince. The Arabian
doctor turned to the other pilots. "I'm going to need
to stitch the wound closed. Quatre, gimme a sharp needle
and sterylized thread. I also need someone to hold
this girl down in case she moves."
"I.won't.need.that.I.can.take.care.of.myself.Don't.worry
about.me moving." Makoto groaned.
Heero stared. [How can a girl stand such pain?]
Maribel nodded reluctantly. She took the thread, already
on the needle, and slowly began to patch up the wound.
Makoto winced through the whole operation, but she
didn't move. Wufei's hand grasped hers through the whole
ordeal, conforting her as the needle pierced through her
delicate skin. Soon, the operation was over and the
wound was patched up and disinfected.

"All done, Quatre. Your friend should be just fine,
just as long as she doesn't use that arm for a few days.
Well, if that's all, I'm going to go to the mall." Maribel
winked and ran upstairs to get her purse.

Makoto sighed as she closed her eyes and embraced the
comfort of the pillow she rested on. [Today was alright,
I guess. Not quite what I expected.] Makoto's mind
flashed back to the time when she stayed with the Changs.

*~Flashback~*

"Hey, Wufei-chan! Come back here!" the nine year old
brunette yelled as she ran after her nine year old Chinese
best friend.
"You'll have to catch me first, Makoto-chan!" Wufei laughed
as he ran towards his house. Makoto and Wufei had known
each other ever since Makoto's parents died in an explosion
during the war. Wufei's family took her in and she
became great friends with Wufei, learned to cook with Wufei's
mother, and studied martial arts with Wufei and his father.
Yes, she fit in perfectly with the Changs.
One night, Makoto couldn't sleep, so she was going to
see if mother Chang was awake so she could sing to her and
help her go to sleep. Makoto peeked in through the crack
of the doorway. She had overheard them speaking.
"Makoto feels so much at home here, it's like she's
really my daughter. She's so sweet and kind." Mother Chang
complemented.
Father Chang nodded. "Yes, she is the perfect little
daughter we never had. Which brings me to ask you about
something, dear." Mother Chang turned to her loving
husband. "Yes dear?"
"Why do we not engage Wufei to Makoto?"
Makoto stared. She? Be engaged to Wufei-chan? That would
be my dream come true! She secretly loved Wufei, not only
as a friend, but as a boyfriend too. She loved being with
him. Sure, she was only nine, but she felt love for
Wufei, no matter what he did.
Mother Chang nodded. "I was thinking the exact same thing."
At that moment, the door Makoto had been leaning on
began to creak, and it came crashing down. Mr. and Mrs.
Chang gasped.
"Oh, my dear Makoto! Are you alright? What are you doing
up so late?" Mother Chang helped Makoto up slowly.
Father Chang walked over. "Did you hear everything we
were talking about, my dear?"
Makoto nodded and closed her eyes tightly, expecting to
be yelled at for being so snoopy.
"What do you think, Mako-koneko?" Mother Chang asked.
Makoto opened her eyes. "Y-you're not mad about me over-
hearing?"
"Oh no! We're happy that you did. That way we have less
explaining to do." Father Chang chuckled.
"Well, I kinda like the idea of being engaged to Wufei-chan.
But, I dunno if he likes me that way." Makoto looked down.
"I'm sure he does." Mother Chang assured.

*~End Flashback~*

"Makoto..Makoto..wake up Makoto." Wufei shook Makoto
gently, who fell asleep on the couch. Makoto opened her
eyes slowly. It was night and the moon's glow shined
over Makoto as she lazily sat up.
"W-Wufei-chan? Is that you?" Makoto sat up.
"Yeah. You okay, Makoto-kun? You seem sort of depressed.
Care to tell your friend what's wrong?"
Makoto stood up, much to Wufei's suprise. [I don't
think Mother Chang was right. He would only see me as a
friend, thats all.] "I..I better get going. I don't want
to be a burden."

"You're not a burden." Wufei assured.

"That's what you always say, Wufei-kun." Makoto put on
a fake smile. "I better get going. I have to make sure
Thunder Wing's still fully functional." Makoto
opened the glass doors of the mansion and ran in the
direction of Thunder Wing's base. [I need to destroy
something.] After forty-five minutes of running, Makoto
finally reached the base. Michiru and Haruka were
drinking coffee at the foot of Thunder Wing when they
spotted Makoto, her face tear-stained and her breath
ragged. "Mako!" Haruka ran over. "You okay, kid?"

"I'm (gasp) fine, Ruka-chan." Makoto's bangs hid her
eyes from the two engineers. "I'm perfectly fine."

Michiru held Makoto's head up, looking into her eyes.
"You don't seem okay, Makoto-koneko." Makoto's
mini-computer began to beep within the pocket of her
tanned pants. She took it out and looked at Lady M
and Doctor J's faces on her screen. "What is it?"

"Makoto, a Rommefeller base is producing more mobil dolls
for conquest. Your mission is to destroy the dolls and
base. It is 30 miles away from the Winner Estate. I
trust you know where that is." Lady M ordered.

"I have increased Thunder Wing's electric buster rifle
to its maximum potential. I have also increased its
flying speed. You should be able to destroy the mobil
dolls and base with no trouble. Return to the Thunder
Wing base immediately after the base is reduced to
rubble." Doctor J informed as his metal fingers stroked
his moustache. "And also, the other pilots will not
be there. For some reason they refuse to answer their
computers. Not even Heero Yuy answers."

Makoto listened carefully as they gave her the instructions.
"Mission: Accepted."

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AN: Was that LONG or what? I hope the swordfight was okay.
I'm not that good at action scenes. ^^;;;

Email: dragonsbane013@hotmail.com