Thunder Wing

Author: Anegel Trinton aka HS [i.e. previously Heartless Spirit]

Disclaimer: I don't own SM or GW. BUUUT...I DO OWN THE PLOT OF THIS FANFIC! SO HAAAA!!!

Makoto: -_-;
HS: Whaaaat?

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AN: Okay, okay. I'm sorry I haven't written Thunder Wing chapters in a year...[Makoto clears her throat]..FINE!
Two years! happy?? Anyway, I'm making it up to you Makoto fans by making this chapter longer than the previous ones.
MUCH MUCH longer. ^^ But, even if I have been a lazy ass for the past two years and only have been working on
Lunar Succession [PLEASE READ LUNAR SUCCESSION!!!], please read and review anyway...for both, Lunar Succession and
Thunder Wing. ON YOUR I'M-A-MAKOTO-KINO-FAN HEART PROMISE KAMI THAT YOU WILL!!! [screams with mic]...[clears throat]
Anyway, the same general plot is..the same. heh..Wufei-Makoto-Heero love triangle remains. Vote for who you'd like
to end up with Makoto! Also, just as a precaution, Milliardo also looks to be in the "triangle", but..he's not..unless,
of course, someone wants him to be. ~_^

Wufei: Shut up already and go on with the story, onna!

Anegel: [glares] You're just jealous you're not a choice for the coupling.

Wufei: AM NOT ONNA!

Anegel: ...[stares blankly at Wufei]

Wufei: ...[stomps off]

Shakunetsu Blade: ...and what in the name of Farfello was that about?

Anegel: [staring at Shakunetsu, fellow ff.net author] er..what the hell are you doing here?

Shakunetsu Blade: i ano.

SnapDRAGON: [pops up] what the fu..?!

Anegel: Away with ye! I'm trying to write a fic here! [shouted towards the two ff.net authors]

Ryn: er..the who what now?

Anegel: ...Ryn? What the hell is going on?!? Why are all of you here?! [rubs temples] okay okay...would someone
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF KAMI-SAMA TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?

[everyone is silent]

Anegel: oh you people are a BIIG help. [rolls eyes]

Ryn: uh huh..

Anegel: Why don't you people go on with your English assignments?

Ryn: er...no. I think i'll just read your fics..

Anegel: ...[with loud voice, at an attempt to change the subject] ANYWAY...

Note: This chapter gets rather angsty. For those of you who break down in tears, break out the tissues. This is gonna
be a LONG chapter.

Current Votes:
Heero/Makoto-10
Wufei/Makoto-6
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Thunder Wing: Mission 5-Conflicts Not Resolved: Wounds Reopened.
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*Recap: 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.*

Wufei's onyx orbs brightly shined with anger. "They have never warned me of such a thing! Let alone told me before-
hand of what they were planning to do!" Makoto's emerald eyes were dim and somewhat glazed as she heard such words,
though she harshly refused her body's request to break down and cry.

*Beep*

Her words were as cold as ice as she looked down onto her feet, her hair shadowing her eyes as they became hidden
to everyone else. "I never knew I was such a problem to you. That night, on my tenth birthday, your parents were going
to announce their arrangement between us, in front of all your relatives and all our friends." She then looked up,
anger filled her eyes, replacing the numb feeling of oblivion that she had just a few moments ago. "I was so happy then,
knowing that I would be able to live the rest of my life with you. Knowing that I would never be alone again. Knowing
that I would be able to feel content and be able to be with you every waking moment! But you never seemed to care! Not
even one bit! Before your parents could even "warn" you about it, you went on and stated that you wanted to be engaged
with my best friend!" Wufei's anger began to dissolve as he heard those heartbreaking words come out of her quivering
lips. Makoto glared at her 'friend' even more than Heero himself could. "I looked over to where your parents were sitting.
They looked shocked. But their shock was overcome with happiness for your decision, even if it was not by their choice.
I didn't want to make you or Merrian feel bad, not that you would," Makoto growled, "So I pretended to be happy for you
and Merrian. It wasn't your fault that you fell in love with Merrian, I realized that, even if it did break my heart.
I don't even know why your parents bothered to tell you about the engagement they were going to arrange."

*Beep*

"So when Dr. J appeared while I was in the garden, stating my fate as a Gundam pilot. Stating that my parents had thought
of me to have the potential to control such a thing, I accepted. And I will tell you, Chang," His name was like a dagger
to Makoto's heart now, "I vowed, then, never to forgive you for it. Even if I died, or you died, I would never forgive
you for it. Then I was sent to go back here, and I momentarily forgot that vow, and I thought that maybe I could finally
talk to you without anger again, but I guess it's all a lie."

*Beep*

Makoto's communicator, as well as everyone else's, continued to beep throughout Makoto's 'talk' with Wufei. Bugging her
to no end, the beeping not helping the situation, she put her right hand into her blue jacket pocket. Everyone heard an
indistinct rustling, then a clink of metal as Makoto pulled out a small computer and opened it, the black metal shining
against the living room lights. Haruka's face appeared on the small screen on the inside of the cover. She was wearing
her greyish-brown engineer jumpsuit, and her sandy-blonde hair was as short and in the same style as usual. Makoto
also heard Michiru in the background, but could not hear what she was saying. "Hey, Mako-koneko, I got a message from
Lady M in Thunder Wing."
"I'll be there in ten minutes." Makoto said coldly. Before Haruka could react, the Thunder-hime shut the lid of the
computer, and putting it back in her jacket pocket. She then left, but not before glaring at Wufei one last time.
Wufei just stood there, ignoring the blank stares of his fellow pilots. How could he have known that Makoto had cared for
him in that way? His inner voice said in its third-person narrative. [No..I can't blame her for this..] Wufei shut his
eyes in shame of himself. His honor was torn, his pride was destroyed and stomped into the ground. [All those years
before..] No one said a word then, not even Duo or Quatre. Only silence.

Haruka looked at the blank vidscreen within Makoto's gundam, her face showing suprise and worry, as well as anger. Through
the screen, she had just seen Makoto in sadness, depression, and rage. Haruka saw it in her eyes. Something was definitely
wrong. She remembered Makoto of mentioning through her cellphone that she was going to Quatre's estate after classes. She
then realized that Makoto's rage-filled expression had somewhat of a connection to that Chinese pilot. Haruka slammed
her fist down on the main controls, ignoring the small sparks of electricity which flew up on contact. "I knew it was
a mistake to be reborn here. I just knew it!" Michiru looked up into the cockpit of Thunder Wing then, for she was
on the ground maintaining the legs of the giant mecha. Michiru wiped her brow with her white-gloved hand.
"Ruka-chan, daijobu?" Haruka turned and looked down at the teal-haired engineer at the sound of her kind voice. She stood
up on the cockpit entry hatch, using it as a floor as she replied to Michiru.
"It was a mistake to be reborn here."

It had been eight minutes since she had left Quatre's mansion, and she cursed herself, for crystalline tears had continued
to pour down her cheeks and onto her navy jacket. She was running as fast as she could to Thunder Wing's base, ignoring
the concerned looks of the Sanq commoners as she ran through the crowds, passing the marketplaces and stores of which
the hardworking people had created themselves. Makoto jumped over a boulder, for she was extremely agile, [Stupid..stupid..
I never should have gotten my hopes up..] She cursed herself over and over again, running through the overgrown weeds
and upturned roots of oak and cyprus trees as she crossed the forest. Makoto looked up and spotted the barely visible
rooftop of the Thunder Wing hangar. She was directly about half a mile away from the hidden hangar, so she decided to
run as fast as she could to it. And, panting uncontrollably and gasping for air, she succeeded.
Makoto, after drinking a liter of ice cold mountain spring water, briskly walked towards the back of the hangar, waving
curtly towards the other engineers who attempted to kindly greet her. The grinding of machinery and distinct humming of
cranes and moving trucks did not distract her at all. Haruka spotted her upcoming appearance and jumped down from the
cockpit entrance hatch, quite a few yards above ground. She walked over to the dark-haired girl, worry and anxiety
in her deep blue eyes. "Mako-chan, what's wrong? What happened over there?"

"Nothing." Makoto growled. "What did M send?" Haruka looked at her friend strangely. Makoto had never called her superior
'M' before.

"Uh..." Haruka blinked. "..it's in the cockpit on the main vidscreen..you sure you're okay, Mako-chan?"

"Yes, you're acting a little strange..." Michiru agreed.

"I'm absolutely fine." Makoto replied, the tone of her voice unconsciously scaring her two friends. Makoto looked towards
the upper left of herself, towards the towering form known to very few as Thunder Wing, and swiftly jumped up, higher
than any normal human could've, and landed on the opened cockpit entrance hatch. She then sat in the forest green cushioned
seat and pressed a few buttons on the main control pad, therefore re-playing the message that Lady M had sent on her
main screen. Lady M's feminine voice broke through the silence within the cockpit.

~Hello, Gundam pilot Makoto Kino. Your new mission is to go undercover at the Peacecraft Banquet, tonight. There are
others with the same mission, and as such, it is your choice whether or not to co-op. Find out as much as you can from
what Milliardo Peacecraft announces and discusses and put a tracker on him. We must know of his motives. Do not bother
with Relena Peacecraft. She will be dealt with sooner or later. Leave her be. Also, I have already secured an invitation
for you. Since Milliardo Peacecraft knows of you and your Gundam, just go as is. Haruka will go with you. We are taking
our chances and getting a basic layout of their estate, and since you shall be occupied by gathering the information and
the tracker, not that I don't think you can do it, Haruka will be hacking into the computer in Milliardo's room. Also,
as another note, those 'others' that I have mentioned before are to play as bodyguards for Milliardo and Relena. Take
caution, but do not hesitate to use your handguns, if necessary.~

"Well, that seems interesting enough. Haruka!" She yelled for one of her main engineers, who looked up in response. "You
read the mission. Get dressed, we're going to the banquet tonight. Make sure to pack your handguns." The sandy-blond-haired
engineer nodded, and set off to her quarters to get prepared. Makoto then turned off the main vidscreen and jumped out
of the cockpit, the hatch closing in response. She landed swiftly onto her feet, her chestnut locks waving softly as she
began to walk to her quarters.

Michiru watched as Makoto headed towards her living quarters in worry. [Maybe it was a mistake to be reborn here..but
why did Serenity give Mako-chan this fate?] She then shook her head in confusion, her teal locks waving softly with the
air, and began to busy herself with getting the tracker and false keys prepared.

(Time/Place Change: 20:00 hours, Peacecraft Estate)

Quatre sat placidly in the Victorian chair as he sipped his English tea, pondering the day's events. He, as well as the
other Gundam pilots, were each located around the large banquet hall. There was a long table in the center of the hall,
covered in soft, white European silk and fresh scarlet roses within small baskets of white and tan wicker. The large
gold chandelier hanging above the center of the hall shined brightly of yellow and white. Sitting around the banquet
table sat many people from different parts of the world, as well as from the colonies, Milliardo Peacecraft, adorned
in his usual white suit, and the self-proclaimed Princess of Earth, Relena Peacecraft, who wore her midnight blue dress
and diamond tiara. The honored guest of the evening, though, was ambassador Quillan. He had come from colony L1, but
evenly represented all of the colonies. Everyone, excluding the Gundam pilots who were situated around the hall, was now
discussing the current events pertaining to Romefeller's motives, as well as the occasional conversation about the newly
discovered Gundam pilot (but whenever she was mentioned, Relena would roll her eyes in disgust).

Milliardo laughed heartily as his good friend Quillan asked about the new female pilot, of which everyone was pressed
to find out about. Quillan was a rather stout man with lightly tanned skin, in his mid-forties. He wore a feathered hat
upon his pudgy head and wore a dark red trenchcoat with a white shirt and black pants, as well as a pair of black
leather shoes. Quillan had asked about Makoto Kino; about whether or not she was enemy or friend, of course. "Dear
Quillan, I do not think that she is the enemy, but we might never know." He continued to laugh. "You might be able to
ask her yourself when she arrives."

Quillan quickly looked up from his silver plate, which was adorned with torn pieces of chicken and mashed potatoes. He
had an astounded look on his face as he answered, "She is to arrive here this evening?" At Milliardo's nod and Relena's
pout, he continued. "Well, then. It will be nice to meet another Gundam pilot. I hope that she is as reliable as the
ones that we have come to know." Quillan said that last statement in a hopeful tone, kindly smiling at the other Gundam
pilots. Heero, as well as the other Gundam pilots, gaped when they had heard Milliardo's statement. And from the looks
of it, Wufei seemed to be in a state of sadness, whereas the others looked to be positively shocked.

A man, presumably a servant of the Peacecraft Estate, came into the banquet hall, a kind smile on his young face. "Mr.
Peacecraft?" He said the man's name with increased reverence. "Ms. Kino has just arrived. Should I let her in?"
"Why, of course, George. Far be it for us to keep a Gundam pilot out of our home." Milliardo said with a smile.
The servant nodded, then opened the door wider for the guest to enter. Everyone, and I DO mean EVERYONE, gaped at the
sight of the beautiful young brunette. Makoto had her hands clasped together in a modest fashion, of which were covered
with silk white gloves, reaching just behind her wrists. She wore an elegant white dress, made from a fine imported cloth.
The dress was sleeveless, but the straps covered her shoulders like second skin; it had a plunging neckline, and bared
enough skin to make all the males take a second look. The part of the dress that covered her abdomen had criss-cross
designs on it, and the dress itself reached down to her ankles and waved softly with the cool air. The bottom of the
dress was lined in intricate white silk, designed in a light, floral fashion. She wore white high heels as well, along
with dangling pearl earrings and a thin silver necklace with a celtic cross. Her hair was down from it's usual fashion.

Quillan and Milliardo immediately got up from their Victorian seats and went to greet her. Quillan had a large, friendly
smile on his tanned, pudgy face. Makoto greeted all of them with a smile and a curtsey, which further confused the Gundam
pilots, not to mention put them in awe. "Why, my dear, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Quillan greeted rather
pleasantly.

Makoto slowly got up from her curtsey and smiled. "It is nice to see you again, Milliardo, and nice to finally meet you,
ambassador Quillan." [I hate kissing up I hate kissing up I hate kissing up..] She thought ruefully, despite her cheerful
countenance. Suddenly, from the cherrywood double doors came another guest, one of which was elegantly dressed in a black
tux, white silk shirt, and a dark blue tie, along with black leather shoes. The guest had short, sandy-blonde hair
and a handsomely pleasant smirk on "his" face (Well, "his" according to the ambassador and pilots), of which made the
young women in the room practically drool (AN: they don't know "he's" a "she" yet, okay?). "He" gently draped his left
arm around Makoto's shoulder and began to smile. "You left me behind."

With that statement, Makoto lightly hit her companion in the arm and turned back to the Lightning Count and the ambassador
from the colonies. "This is my good friend Haruka Tenou. Haruka, this is Milliardo Peacecraft and ambassador Quillan."
Haruka looked at the two older men and bowed slightly.

"It is nice to finally meet you two."

Milliardo nodded in acknowledgement. "Ah, yes. Haruka Tenou. I believe you are the head engineer to Miss Makoto's gundam
and previous ambassador to colony L5?"
"Why, yes. I'm glad you've heard of me." Haruka laughed heartily in return. At that statement, Wufei and Heero gave
ferocious glares at the "man", of which Haruka glared in return. [Wufei Chang, you will not get close to Makoto again.]
Ambassador Quillan put his hand out to Makoto. "Ms. Kino, would you do me the honor of escorting you to your seat?"
Makoto faked a soft smile and accepted his hand, and the large man then led her to her seat, followed by a still-glaring
Haruka, who sat next to her.

Wufei watched his "ex-fiancee" with confusion and interest. He had never seen her act this way before. Was it how
she usually acted? Or was it just a facade, for something more important? He then unintentionally frowned when Haruka
continued to talk to Makoto with a happy tone. [Who is that guy?] (AN: oh ho ho..if he only knew..^_^)

Dinner was finished at around nine, and was topped off with large trays of custard and cheesecakes, along with warmed
apple cider to soothe everyone's full stomachs. Everyone, inbetween their chewing of dessert and gulps and cider, muttered
their thanks to the servants and Milliardo, as well as continuing to ask ambassador Quillan of the condition of the
colonies. The men and women were, indeed, very satisfied with the banquet. But, according to Milliardo Peacecraft, that
wasn't the end of it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now that all of you have finished this marvelous dinner, please follow me to the west ballroom
for a little light dancing and musical amusement." Milliardo announced as he stood up from his victorian seat. He then
walked through the now-rising crowd and softly pushed both of the cherrywood doors open, providing ample space for
everyone to exit the banquet hall. Makoto rose from her seat, as did Haruka, and began to follor Milliardo to the
ballroom. The Gundam pilots soon followed.

The ballroom was exquisitely decorated in fine, imported red silk. The walls were adorned with red silk banners and more
wicker baskets of red and white roses, and finely polished gold chandeliers which hung inbetween the banners. The floor
was solid oak and pine, arranged in a whalebone criss-crossed manner, lightly smelling of new wood and polish. There were
more servants within the ballroom, holding up silver trays of mulled, warmed, and sparkling apple cider. At the guests'
entrance, the violinists, celloists, violanists, and pianist began to softly play ballads composed by Bach, Mozart, and
Vivaldi. Milliardo's guests, excluding ambassador Quillan, murmured in excitement and quite a few (twenty or thirty..O_o)
men led quite a few women onto the dance floor. Haruka, who stood protectively behind Makoto, leaned into the brunette's
right ear and whispered softly, "Ask Peacecraft to dance. Plant the tracker at the back of his neck." Makoto nodded, adding
a brief 'hai', and walked elegantly over to the Lightning Count.

"Milliardo, would you care to dance?" Makoto asked sweetly, attempting not to barf at her own action. Milliardo smiled
in return and took her hand into his gloved right. He bowed slightly.

"Why, Makoto, it would be my pleasure." He then escorted her to the middle of the dance floor, and put his arm around
her slim waist and the other remained with Makoto's left. Makoto smiled warmly and put her right hand behind her neck,
her gloved hand discreetly sticking the transparent tracker at the base of his neck. The second waltz then began, and
Makoto and Milliardo moved to the music so eloquently and so gracefully that it caused ALL of the Gundam pilots to
gape (AN: Yes otakus, Heero GAPED.). After a slight turn of her waist, Makoto signaled Haruka with a brief nod, and
then pursued the waltz. She had taken dancing lessons from her second head engineer, Michiru, which took about two
years, and was now practically a champion and expert at waltzing and all other forms of dance.

Haruka winked back in response to Makoto's nod, which didn't go unnoticed by Wufei or Heero. Wufei, he not being the
subtle type, walked over to the blonde "man" and asked him a question with his gruff voice. "What are you to Makoto?"
The blonde glared at the Chinese pilot in return, merely hating his presence. "That, Chang, is none of your damn concern.
I advise you to stay away from Mako-chan. Or else you shall see your blood flow down the broad of my katana." "He" said
the last statement in a deadly whisper. Wufei clenched his fists and growled in response.
"Who are you to Makoto?" He asked again, a tinge of anger in his voice. (AN: Tinge? Why'd I put that? I should have put..
SEETHING WITH HATRED or something..)

"That is not of your concern, nor your business." Haruka growled. "I am her head engineer of the Thunder Wing gundam, and
that is all you shall need to know. I know what happened in Mako-chan's past, Chang. I know you left her. I know that you
broke her heart into a million pieces relentlessly. And I promise you, Chang, once this war has accomplished its goal
and has ceased its own existence, you will never see her again." The waltz then ended with its final, beautifully chorused
note. Milliardo Peacecraft's guessed clapped in enjoyment, and he and Makoto then walked towards the Gundam pilots and
engineer. Milliardo smiled warmly towards Makoto, letting go of her right hand.

"My, my, Miss Kino. You are very graceful when it comes to dancing."

Makoto blushed slightly at the compliment and smiled. "Thank you, Milliardo."

"Excuse us, Mr. Peacecraft. I need to talk with Makoto for a moment." Haruka said with a apologetic smile. Milliardo nodded,
understanding. With that, Makoto and Haruka nodded to him and walked towards the double doors which led to the large stone
balcony. Haruka pushed the doors open and Makoto walked through, then followed. The balcony was rather large, the railings
made of solid stone and the floor made from solid pink rose quartz. Haruka quietly closed the double-doors once again,
and sat next to Makoto, who was sitting on top of a stone bench adorned with intricate floral carvings. "Did you place
the tracker?" She asked as she looked about, keeping a wary eye in case someone was easedropping.

Makoto nodded in acknowledgement. "Hai. It's stuck on the base of his neck. It should be able to go undetected for five
to six months. When are you going to get the files?"
"In a few moments." Haruka answered. "There are five guards in the hallway leading to Peacecraft's control room. Also
three sniper guards above the ballroom against the third floor railings. I should be able to get past them with ease. You're
backing me up right when I exit the room. I was briefed that his control panels had a hidden alarm, one which would sound
off when some file is extracted from its database. When that alarm sounds, we leave."

The Thunder-hime stood, smoothing her dress and removing some of the wrinkles which appeared when she sat down. She removed
her glove, revealing a small wire with a small computer memory card attached to it. She handed the memory card to Haruka,
then placed the glove back onto her hand. Haruka discreetly placed the card into her left inner jacket pocket, looking
at the balcony doors in case anyone saw. And she did see someone. Heero Yuy.

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AN: Okay, okay, so it wasn't as long as I thought it would be..It's not my fault I just started freshman year in high school
okay? I WILL try to work on this fic, as well as Lunar Succession, as much as I possibly can [this time i'm serious].
Please tell me what you think of Wufei right now, and your opinions of what the coupling should be. Please vote your
opinion! And if you have any ideas for this fic, feel free to mention it in your review, okay? ^__^

Email: ketsekiburade@hotmail.com
Furcadia Name: Anegel Trinton [I LOVE THIS GAME/RPG/Chat-based program! www.furcadia.com]