Twist of Fate
Chapter 5
By: IceQueen

AN: I know. I've hardly had any reviews lately. That's okay though. I still have the inspiration to write this. It might be boring tho. Not quite sure.

Disclaimer: Usual ones apply.
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~Sanq Kingdom~W/ Daea~

Daea walked down the crowded streets of Chinatown, navigating her way to Phoenix Temple on Tsao and Hwong Streets.

Her, Hotaru, and Makoto had planned exactly how she was going to get the scrolls. Just do a quick in and out. That's all she was equipped for really.

Daea was wearing a pair of khaki capris, sneakers, and a blue tank top. Hidden at the small of her back was a dagger, and in the front of her blouse was a gun. She walked quickly, not stopping to admire scenery or pay any heed to the merchants on either side of her.

Being in Chinatown always put her on edge. It reminded her of home. The crowded streets, the busy merchants, the tourists that wanted to soak it all up at once. God, it was so like the Sun. In fact, it was just like being in the capital, Phoenixia. Thinking about her home, a wound still not healed over, brought tears to her eyes. She blinked hard and forced them back. She had to accomplish this!

Finally she reached Tsao and Hwong St. There was a long stairway to the actual temple, and she could see the first of several buildings. It looked similar in design to Rei's Cherry-Hill Temple. She took a deep breath and walked up the stairs, checking for signs of life anywhere.

When she reached the top she smiled. Not a person in sight. She surveyed the buildings. She, of course, had seen blueprints. That's how she knew exactly where to go. But seeing the humbly built buildings was a different thing. It was in this way that she could diffuse the connection with the Sun. On the Sun everything, especially temples, were elaborate, and beautiful, and expensive.

She jogged to the head Priest's building, waited for a second, then opened it. No one here. Good. Maybe she wouldn't have to shoot anyone. She smiled when she saw the scrolls, seated on a rack, in plain view. Daea walked up to them, grabbed them, and put them in a bag she'd carried with her.

"Stop right there." She heard behind her. Daea froze.

"Turn around slowly with your hands up." She did so, and was astounded to see the man she'd knocked out at Winner Corps. The Chinese man. Well, duh, she thought, it is Chinatown. He's a Chinaman. "Explain quickly." He was pointing a gun straight at her. Not a good sign.

The girl turned around, and for a moment he was stunned. She looked far too innocent to be stealing. But then again, so did those girls at Winner Corps. Come to think about it, she looked a lot like one of them. Same long, white hair. Same body shape. And what a nice body it is. Kisama! Don't think like that! You've got a job to do.

"Well, you see...." Daea stammered, trying to come up with a plausible lie, finally the lightbulb went on, "I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to! I'm a kleptomaniac! I tried not to! I just couldn't help myself!" She babbles awhile longer about how sorry she is, and the whole time Wufei just pointed his gun at her. Suddenly she burst into tears.

"Now, uh..." Wufei was obviously unnerved by the sight of tears. "Don't cry. Just, uh, put the scrolls back." Daea stifled her sobs to sniffles, set her bag down and reached around and behind her, like she was pulling something out of her bag. Only she wasn't.

Next thing that Wufei knew the girl was doing multiple flips toward the paper thin door on the other side. Shit! He should've noticed that sooner! "Stop!" He yelled, and fired shots off at her. However, she was moving to fast, so the only thing he accomplished was putting some holes in the floor.

Daea burst through the screen door feet first, and landed perfectly. God, there were little slivers of wood stuck in her exposed skin. It's going to take forever to get these out. She pivoted and began running at full force out of the temple. Passing by a reflective sign she saw the man chasing her. She ignored him and forcused on running.

Back into the throng of live sheep she went, twisting and turning, ducking and running. The whole while she could sense the man behind her. Randomly Daea took a left turn to try to lose him, but ended up in a dead end. She tried to turn back around, but found the man already there, blocking the way. She was trapped.

Upon reflex she took out her gun, pulled off the safety, and waited. Just waited for him to attack. "Who are you?" He asked abruptly, panting from the chase. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins, making everything seem on hyper speed. He hadn't had such a good chase in years. "I am.... no one that you need to know," the girl answered him. "I will ask you again, who are you?"

Suddenly she heard a voice in her mind.

Tell him. Tell him. Trust me, tell him.

So she obeyed. "Daea. My name is Daea."

He heard the girl, now known as Daea say her name. On impulse he introduced himself. "I am Wufei Chang."

"Nice to meet you, however, it would be nicer under better circumstances."

"You're the girl from Winner Corps. aren't you? The one who set off the sleeping gas?"

"Yes. I am. Don't worry though. That was a one-time thing. I don't have any sleeping gas on me right now." She almost slapped herself. Why would you tell him that?

"Well," Daea began, "It's been lovely chatting, but I really must fly. Time is of the essence." With those words she took off, doing an almost-impossible back-flip/ jump up over the partition of wall.

Wufei cursed himself. Thanks to him, the criminal had gotten away.

Daea landed on the other side, crouched in a cat-like position. She smiled, and started home. Mission: Accomplished.
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~Kyoto, Japan~W/ Hotaru~

Hotaru walked down the backwater streets, looking for the sign. The sign that would say, Here we are! Come find your goddamn artifiact! Finally she saw it. The snake eating its own tail. She walked in through the door it hung above and ended up in a back room. The only people in the room were an old man, and a wench.

She sat down next to the man. "The stars shine brightly tonight," the old man said abruptly. "But not as bright as the moon." Hotaru answered back. The barmaid left the room.

"You will find it outside of town. There is an old hut there. Within it, it will be." The man said before getting up and walking away. Outside town... old hut.... she thought to herself. Hotaru got up and walked away.
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Outside town there indeed was an old hut. Very old indeed. She entered, and set about looking for it. The 'it' that Isis needed.

Finally she found it. An old piece of pottery, dating back before time existed. Still in mint condition. Hotaru put it in her bag, collected her tools, and left. She had a flight in two hours back home.
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~Sanq Kingdom~W/ Makoto~

She wore a short green wig, and the standard uniform. She had an ID with access to all floors. Makoto got her ID checked. Flawless. She walked upstairs, and to the furthest set of elevators. They would take her right where she needed to be.

She rode the elevator all the way to the 22nd floor. The elite floor. This was the floor that the ex-Pilots worked on. This place had the terminals she needed. On autopilot she walked past a man with long bangs and emerald eyes so like her own. Briefly they locked eyes. She kept on walking though. Finally she reached an abandoned cubicle.

Sitting down, Makoto took out her disks, booted up the computer and continued to download the desired files. So far, so good. Mako was just pulling out the last disk when, "Excuse me, miss, but may I see your ID?" was asked.

She got up ever so slowly, and turned to look at the same emerald eyed man from before.

"Of course..." Mako said with a fake smile, and handed him the fake ID. He looked at it for awhile before handing it back to her. "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."

Shit! She cursed inwardly.

Trowa led her down to an isolated room, where he searched her, and confiscated all her weapons. He arrested Makoto formally, and put her in a cell. He had removed her wig and colored contacts, leaving her exposed to the cameras. She was then questioned repeatedly. However, Makoto endured it because she knew that somehow her friends would know, and they would come to bust her out.
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AN: .... Suckie ending. I know. I'm probably going to have to revise. Oh well. I'm done for now. That's all. Enjoy. Review. Please!