Thunder Wing
Author: ~Heartless Spirit~ (aka dragonsbane013)
Disclaimer: I don't own SM or GW.
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AN: I wanna thank Jupiter's Light and Kouri for pointing out the
'ch.4' problem..if this STILL doesn't work, email me PLEASE!!!
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Thunder Wing: Mission 4-A Mission (Wait..another one?!)
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Heero and the other pilots walked down the concrete street, the blazing
3:00 sun causing the buildings to overshadow them.
Wufei stayed silent. [What did Milliardo want with Makoto?] Unbeknownst to
Wufei, all the other pilots, except Makoto, wondered the same thing.
The 'perfect soldier' turned to Makoto, prussian blue eyes shimmering with
bewilderment. "Makoto, what did Milliardo Peacecraft want with you?"
Makoto turned to meet his bewildered gaze.
"He wanted me to meet Relena." Makoto stuck her her tongue out in disgust.
"Why?" Quatre asked.
Makoto sighed and crossed her arms as they turned a corner. "Well,
Relena just wanted me to meet her so that I would know to respect her and
acknowledge her every word." The others groaned in disgust.
After another few minutes of talking about Relena and her 'princess
sovreign' obsession, they arrived at the adobe-colored mansion. Quatre
opened the transparent glass door to let everyone in.
Makoto looked around. "You know, the first time I went in here I didn't
really get a good look at it. It looks great Quatre." She smiled.
"Thank you." Quatre nodded gratefully. "I'll go get some tea." Soon after,
he disappeared through the kitchen doors.
The other five gundam pilots walked over and sat down on the two fluffy
pairs of beige-white couches. At the ends were some sturdy well-finished
oak endtables with transparent glass vases in the center of each one.
There was a glass-topped oak table adorned with intricate carvings of
desert landscapes, oasis, and other desert terrain that Makoto didn't seem
to recognize.
There was an uncomfortable silence while they sat there.
After a few moments, Duo broke the silence. "So, Mako-chan, how are you
doin'?"
Makoto looked up from playing with her fingers. "Oh, I'm doing alright."
Trowa, miraculously, talked. Although, it wasn't necessarily on a happy,
comfortable topic. "If I may ask, Mako, how is it that you destroyed
a whole army of mobile dolls? It would have taken us much longer than
your record."
Makoto laughed nervously. "Well, I was sort of-"
"When she gets angry she takes her anger out through fights." Wufei finished.
The brunette growled maliciously. "I do not!"
Wufei leaned back on the couch he sat on, which was directly across from
Makoto. He crossed his arms. "Yeah you do. Remember the time-"
"Shut up!" Now it was Makoto's turn to interrupt. "Just shut up, Chang!"
Wufei 'hmph'ed and looked away. Everyone but Wufei noticed the crystal tear
that dropped from her left eye. Makoto's knuckles turned white from her
tightened grip. "Why do you hate me so much, anyway?" She didn't care that
four other people were there. She was oblivious to her surroundings.
The Chinese pilot turned his scowling gaze to Makoto. [What?] His gaze
softened. "Mako, I don't hate you for anything."
[Jesus, it's like a soap opera in here.] Duo thought. Not that he was
insensitive or anything, but he was really getting tired of seeing
Makoto cry because of Wu-man. "Wufei, apologize to Mako-chan."
"For what?"
"Stop playing dumb, Wufei!"
"Playing dumb with what?!"
"Just apologize to Mako-chan for what you said!"
"Fine!" Wufei sighed in defeat and looked down. "I'm sorry, Mako."
Makoto looked up. "W-what?"
"I said I'm sorry."
The emerald-eyed girl smiled. "Apology accepted, Wufei."
Duo grinned with content. "Now why don't you kiss and make up?"
Makoto and Wufei simultaneously shifted their gaze to the braided pilot.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU MAXWELL!"
"Eeeep!"
As Makoto and Wufei chased Duo around the living room, Chinese katanas in
hands, with Duo screaming for help and mercy, Quatre entered the room,
Mint tea and strawberry shortcakes in hand. "Who's hungry?"
Relena impatiently tapped the white keyboard as she looked at her emails.
"Banquets, banquets, junkmail, meetings, junkmail, email from fashion
consultant.." She dramatically stood up and put her hand to her forehead.
"Why isn't my beloved Heero emailing or calling me?" (AN: Think of it as
a cheesy soap opera with Relena as the whiny gold digging having-affairs-
with-everyone chick)
Milliardo, Relena's older military-leading brother entered the room,
dressed in his usual white, gold, and red military suit with long
knee-length black boots, his placid blue eyes shimmering with annoyance.
"Relena, please stop that infantile racket. I'm on the phone with an
ambassador from the colonies." He put his ear to the phone. "Yes,
we'll be sure to have maximum security at the banquet this evening.
See you this evening, Quillan." Milliardo turned off the phone and set
it in front of Relena. "Don't forget to be on your best behavior Relena.
You may be the 'princess of Earth'," he meant that as sarcasm but Relena
took that seriously, "but don't brag about yourself at tonight's banquet.
Ambassador Quillan has a very short temper. Be on your best behavior."
And with that, he left Relena to her affairs.
Relena silently growled. [How..how dare he?!]
Makoto sipped some of the fine mint tea. The scent of the pale green liquid
tickled her nose. "This is really good, Quatre. Arigato gozaimasu."
Quatre smiled warmly and laughed. "I take it that means thank you."
Heero stared at Makoto as she laughed along with Quatre. There was
something about her that interested him. She was different from all the
other girls that he had ever met, if military stuck up women counted.
[What is it that a..*mental slap*..I refuse to say that word. Grr, why the
hell do I have to put up with these emotions?] "Makoto."
"Yeah, Heero?"
"How did you become a gundam pilot?" His prussian blue eyes were
emotionless, although the tone in his voice said differently.
"I'd like to know that too. You're a very impressive pilot." Trowa
added.
Makoto stiffened. "I, uh, I was..." She looked unconsciously towards Wufei.
"Uh..." Because of her stuttering, the rest of the pilots were now hanging on
her every word.
Wufei narrowed his eyes. "You never did tell me, either, Mako-chan."
[Oh, great.] Makoto thought. "All right, all right.
"I became a pilot when I was around ten. I was first initialized as a pilot
on the night of my tenth birthday, in other words. It was midnight, and the
whole Chang household was asleep. I was out in the stone garden-" she
refused to say that she was thinking about the engagement with Wufei,
"-and this man, who we know now as Dr. J, came out from behind a tree and
told me about my fate as to become a Gundam pilot. He also said that my
parents, before-before they died, had said that I had the potential.
"I believed him and followed him out of the Chang residence. I couldn't say
goodbye, because it was to be a secret. And for years, I trained, listened
to lectures, etc. And then I was transferred to the care of Lady M, my
current superior. So, that's how I became a pilot." Makoto looked down as
to avoid Wufei's suprised and angry stare. She put on her convincing
fake happy smile.
"That's a very interesting story, Mako-chan. Similar to how I became a
Gundam pilot." Duo smiled sadly, crossing his arms in front of his
chest as he leaned back into the fluffy couch.
Makoto smirked. "Maxwell Church."
The braided pilot looked at her suprisedly. "How-"
"I was briefed on all of your histories by Lady M," she paused to look at Wufei
solemnly, "but I refused to look at yours, Wufei."
"All of our histories?" Trowa asked suddenly.
"Yes, why?"
Trowa looked down. "Could you tell me about mine?" It was his first chance to
figure out his true identity. Memory loss was a rather volatile thing to Trowa.
Makoto turned her gaze to her tea once again, which sat on a small china plate
on her lap. "You were considered No-Name when you were a minor engineer, and
when the original pilot for Heavy Arms was killed, you took his place." She
placed the tea plate, along with the tea cup, onto the wooden table in front
of her. "Or do you mean before that?"
Trowa nodded, his emerald eyes glowing with eagerness.
"Well, the database didn't say much, although the did say that you originated
in colony L4, and that your parents were also engineers, although not for the
gundams. They died in an accident during one of the sneak attacks of Oz, or
Rommefeller, the database wouldn't say which. Sorry, Trowa. I don't really
know."
"It's alright." Trowa smiled weakly.
Heero was confused, for once, about something. "Why didn't you look at Wufei's?"
"Well, I knew him since he was nine, and we all know how hot headed he gets when
people look into his business." Makoto smirked.
"I am not hot-headed, baka-onna!" Wufei barked.
Makoto's joking expression turned into a deadly one. "How dare you call me that!
After all this time you should know not to call me that!"
"At least I'm not dwelling on the past, Makoto!"
Makoto grit her teeth. "It's not my fault you're so insensitive, Chang."
"What the hell do you mean, INSENSITIVE?!" Wufei glared.
Makoto held back tears. [You're such a jerk!] "That night your parents
announced it you said that you were going to-"
"Well how the heck was I supposed to know they set up an ARRANGED MARRIAGE with
YOU and ME?!"
Makoto's emerald eyes widened. From the way he said it-[He doesn't care...]
Everybody else's eyes widened as well. (Yes, even Heero's.)
Makoto looked down and away. She whispered to herself, not knowing that with so
many people, it wouldn't be considered a whisper. "He doesn't care..." The
tears stopped flowing. The pain was gone. Her body itself had gone numb.
At such a bad time, the pilots' communicators all began to beep. But no one
answered.
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AN: How was that? Was it bad, good, or WAAAY too soap opera?
If you didn't like this chapter, the next one will be better. Don't worry about it.
-_~ just keep reviewing, aight?
Email: ketsekiburade@hotmail.com (my NEW email addy)
Author: ~Heartless Spirit~ (aka dragonsbane013)
Disclaimer: I don't own SM or GW.
=======
AN: I wanna thank Jupiter's Light and Kouri for pointing out the
'ch.4' problem..if this STILL doesn't work, email me PLEASE!!!
=======
Thunder Wing: Mission 4-A Mission (Wait..another one?!)
=======
Heero and the other pilots walked down the concrete street, the blazing
3:00 sun causing the buildings to overshadow them.
Wufei stayed silent. [What did Milliardo want with Makoto?] Unbeknownst to
Wufei, all the other pilots, except Makoto, wondered the same thing.
The 'perfect soldier' turned to Makoto, prussian blue eyes shimmering with
bewilderment. "Makoto, what did Milliardo Peacecraft want with you?"
Makoto turned to meet his bewildered gaze.
"He wanted me to meet Relena." Makoto stuck her her tongue out in disgust.
"Why?" Quatre asked.
Makoto sighed and crossed her arms as they turned a corner. "Well,
Relena just wanted me to meet her so that I would know to respect her and
acknowledge her every word." The others groaned in disgust.
After another few minutes of talking about Relena and her 'princess
sovreign' obsession, they arrived at the adobe-colored mansion. Quatre
opened the transparent glass door to let everyone in.
Makoto looked around. "You know, the first time I went in here I didn't
really get a good look at it. It looks great Quatre." She smiled.
"Thank you." Quatre nodded gratefully. "I'll go get some tea." Soon after,
he disappeared through the kitchen doors.
The other five gundam pilots walked over and sat down on the two fluffy
pairs of beige-white couches. At the ends were some sturdy well-finished
oak endtables with transparent glass vases in the center of each one.
There was a glass-topped oak table adorned with intricate carvings of
desert landscapes, oasis, and other desert terrain that Makoto didn't seem
to recognize.
There was an uncomfortable silence while they sat there.
After a few moments, Duo broke the silence. "So, Mako-chan, how are you
doin'?"
Makoto looked up from playing with her fingers. "Oh, I'm doing alright."
Trowa, miraculously, talked. Although, it wasn't necessarily on a happy,
comfortable topic. "If I may ask, Mako, how is it that you destroyed
a whole army of mobile dolls? It would have taken us much longer than
your record."
Makoto laughed nervously. "Well, I was sort of-"
"When she gets angry she takes her anger out through fights." Wufei finished.
The brunette growled maliciously. "I do not!"
Wufei leaned back on the couch he sat on, which was directly across from
Makoto. He crossed his arms. "Yeah you do. Remember the time-"
"Shut up!" Now it was Makoto's turn to interrupt. "Just shut up, Chang!"
Wufei 'hmph'ed and looked away. Everyone but Wufei noticed the crystal tear
that dropped from her left eye. Makoto's knuckles turned white from her
tightened grip. "Why do you hate me so much, anyway?" She didn't care that
four other people were there. She was oblivious to her surroundings.
The Chinese pilot turned his scowling gaze to Makoto. [What?] His gaze
softened. "Mako, I don't hate you for anything."
[Jesus, it's like a soap opera in here.] Duo thought. Not that he was
insensitive or anything, but he was really getting tired of seeing
Makoto cry because of Wu-man. "Wufei, apologize to Mako-chan."
"For what?"
"Stop playing dumb, Wufei!"
"Playing dumb with what?!"
"Just apologize to Mako-chan for what you said!"
"Fine!" Wufei sighed in defeat and looked down. "I'm sorry, Mako."
Makoto looked up. "W-what?"
"I said I'm sorry."
The emerald-eyed girl smiled. "Apology accepted, Wufei."
Duo grinned with content. "Now why don't you kiss and make up?"
Makoto and Wufei simultaneously shifted their gaze to the braided pilot.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU MAXWELL!"
"Eeeep!"
As Makoto and Wufei chased Duo around the living room, Chinese katanas in
hands, with Duo screaming for help and mercy, Quatre entered the room,
Mint tea and strawberry shortcakes in hand. "Who's hungry?"
Relena impatiently tapped the white keyboard as she looked at her emails.
"Banquets, banquets, junkmail, meetings, junkmail, email from fashion
consultant.." She dramatically stood up and put her hand to her forehead.
"Why isn't my beloved Heero emailing or calling me?" (AN: Think of it as
a cheesy soap opera with Relena as the whiny gold digging having-affairs-
with-everyone chick)
Milliardo, Relena's older military-leading brother entered the room,
dressed in his usual white, gold, and red military suit with long
knee-length black boots, his placid blue eyes shimmering with annoyance.
"Relena, please stop that infantile racket. I'm on the phone with an
ambassador from the colonies." He put his ear to the phone. "Yes,
we'll be sure to have maximum security at the banquet this evening.
See you this evening, Quillan." Milliardo turned off the phone and set
it in front of Relena. "Don't forget to be on your best behavior Relena.
You may be the 'princess of Earth'," he meant that as sarcasm but Relena
took that seriously, "but don't brag about yourself at tonight's banquet.
Ambassador Quillan has a very short temper. Be on your best behavior."
And with that, he left Relena to her affairs.
Relena silently growled. [How..how dare he?!]
Makoto sipped some of the fine mint tea. The scent of the pale green liquid
tickled her nose. "This is really good, Quatre. Arigato gozaimasu."
Quatre smiled warmly and laughed. "I take it that means thank you."
Heero stared at Makoto as she laughed along with Quatre. There was
something about her that interested him. She was different from all the
other girls that he had ever met, if military stuck up women counted.
[What is it that a..*mental slap*..I refuse to say that word. Grr, why the
hell do I have to put up with these emotions?] "Makoto."
"Yeah, Heero?"
"How did you become a gundam pilot?" His prussian blue eyes were
emotionless, although the tone in his voice said differently.
"I'd like to know that too. You're a very impressive pilot." Trowa
added.
Makoto stiffened. "I, uh, I was..." She looked unconsciously towards Wufei.
"Uh..." Because of her stuttering, the rest of the pilots were now hanging on
her every word.
Wufei narrowed his eyes. "You never did tell me, either, Mako-chan."
[Oh, great.] Makoto thought. "All right, all right.
"I became a pilot when I was around ten. I was first initialized as a pilot
on the night of my tenth birthday, in other words. It was midnight, and the
whole Chang household was asleep. I was out in the stone garden-" she
refused to say that she was thinking about the engagement with Wufei,
"-and this man, who we know now as Dr. J, came out from behind a tree and
told me about my fate as to become a Gundam pilot. He also said that my
parents, before-before they died, had said that I had the potential.
"I believed him and followed him out of the Chang residence. I couldn't say
goodbye, because it was to be a secret. And for years, I trained, listened
to lectures, etc. And then I was transferred to the care of Lady M, my
current superior. So, that's how I became a pilot." Makoto looked down as
to avoid Wufei's suprised and angry stare. She put on her convincing
fake happy smile.
"That's a very interesting story, Mako-chan. Similar to how I became a
Gundam pilot." Duo smiled sadly, crossing his arms in front of his
chest as he leaned back into the fluffy couch.
Makoto smirked. "Maxwell Church."
The braided pilot looked at her suprisedly. "How-"
"I was briefed on all of your histories by Lady M," she paused to look at Wufei
solemnly, "but I refused to look at yours, Wufei."
"All of our histories?" Trowa asked suddenly.
"Yes, why?"
Trowa looked down. "Could you tell me about mine?" It was his first chance to
figure out his true identity. Memory loss was a rather volatile thing to Trowa.
Makoto turned her gaze to her tea once again, which sat on a small china plate
on her lap. "You were considered No-Name when you were a minor engineer, and
when the original pilot for Heavy Arms was killed, you took his place." She
placed the tea plate, along with the tea cup, onto the wooden table in front
of her. "Or do you mean before that?"
Trowa nodded, his emerald eyes glowing with eagerness.
"Well, the database didn't say much, although the did say that you originated
in colony L4, and that your parents were also engineers, although not for the
gundams. They died in an accident during one of the sneak attacks of Oz, or
Rommefeller, the database wouldn't say which. Sorry, Trowa. I don't really
know."
"It's alright." Trowa smiled weakly.
Heero was confused, for once, about something. "Why didn't you look at Wufei's?"
"Well, I knew him since he was nine, and we all know how hot headed he gets when
people look into his business." Makoto smirked.
"I am not hot-headed, baka-onna!" Wufei barked.
Makoto's joking expression turned into a deadly one. "How dare you call me that!
After all this time you should know not to call me that!"
"At least I'm not dwelling on the past, Makoto!"
Makoto grit her teeth. "It's not my fault you're so insensitive, Chang."
"What the hell do you mean, INSENSITIVE?!" Wufei glared.
Makoto held back tears. [You're such a jerk!] "That night your parents
announced it you said that you were going to-"
"Well how the heck was I supposed to know they set up an ARRANGED MARRIAGE with
YOU and ME?!"
Makoto's emerald eyes widened. From the way he said it-[He doesn't care...]
Everybody else's eyes widened as well. (Yes, even Heero's.)
Makoto looked down and away. She whispered to herself, not knowing that with so
many people, it wouldn't be considered a whisper. "He doesn't care..." The
tears stopped flowing. The pain was gone. Her body itself had gone numb.
At such a bad time, the pilots' communicators all began to beep. But no one
answered.
======
AN: How was that? Was it bad, good, or WAAAY too soap opera?
If you didn't like this chapter, the next one will be better. Don't worry about it.
-_~ just keep reviewing, aight?
Email: ketsekiburade@hotmail.com (my NEW email addy)
