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Mobile Suit Gundam Wing:
Children of the Gundam
Chapter 1: High School Days
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DING-DONG!
The bell for the school rang as the kids walked across the parking lots, cement walkways and grassy patches to get to class. The sky above was blue, with very few white clouds, and the sun was so warm as it beat its rays down on upon the Earth. The students of Sandrock High poured out of the school as the lunch hour began. The school itself was designed in such a way that each room would have at least one window. In other words, it was designed somewhat like an odd shaped hollowed out circle. In the center of the circle was the eating area, and this is where a very special group of children sat to have their lunch.
There were five teenagers that were situated around a very prestigious table. At least it was prestigious because of who sat there. These were a group of teens that were made out to be special by how the rest of the students viewed them. They were more popular than the football stars and more likeable than the cheerleaders. And it wasn't because of what they did; it was because of who they were.
"Hey, William!" Hikaru called out from the prestigious table, and William came to meet up with his old friends.
William Maxwell, age 13, came up to the table still wearing his favorite outfit, which was much like what his father would wear. A priest collar shirt, tight pleather (or sometimes leather pants), and a light white long coat. He really did take after his father, Duo Maxwell, in that respect. Plus the school did have some qualms about William wearing such a thing. But since the school had no dress code it really didn't matter that much, it was only a big deal because the staff made it out to be. Even his friends sometimes gave him a hard time about it.
"Why are you wearing that, Will?" Hikaru asked, "Its such a nice day today."
"Hey, you wear what you like and I'll wear what I like." William smiled as he sat down at the table making the most popular kids in school a group of five.
"Ok, Will." Hikaru smiled. That was Hikaru Peacecraft Yuy, age 15, one of the two girls in the group. She had the hair color of her father that was the shade of maple wood. Her eyes were a combination of both her mother and her father, a medium blue, the kind that wasn't too bright or too dark, just a cool shade of blue. Hikaru's personality was more of an extrovert than her mother and certainly more so than her father. She had a special way to make her presence known even if she doesn't say a word. A regular party kind of girl she was, especially with the skimpy clothes that she wears. She would wear jeans that bordered between the loose fit and tight fit. It was just enough to accent her curves. And for warm days like the one that day, she wore a tight top that left little to the imagination of the shapes of her body.
"She's right." Paul said, "It's a very nice day today to wear pleather."
Paul Marquise sat next to Hikaru in a very calm way; he always sat still in any kind of situation. Then again Paul was very mature in his attitude at the age of 13. He was extraordinarily handsome as well with his short silvery blonde hair that shined with the highlights of the sun. When he looks at anyone with his deep blue eyes he has a gaze as if he was staring into the soul.
"Oh, leave him be." Julia pleaded, "No one's saying anything about how you dress."
Julia Peacecraft Rodriguez, the other woman of the small cadre, she was also one of the fraternal twins, her other was her brother, Leto Peacecraft Rodriguez who sat next to her. Though Leto didn't pay too much attention to the argument at hand. He was too busy daydreaming and enjoying the day. The two of them were very similar in looks with their black hair and blue-green eyes.
"Don't knock my clothes." William refuted, "I am the Crow."
The Crow was a nickname that William inherited. Like their parents before them, these Children of Gundam pilots had their own nicknames. William inherited his nickname from the shinny black hair that he had. It was such a shade and texture of black that it looked like the feathers of a crow, despite the ponytail that he had, which was braided just like his fathers.
Hikaru on the other hand had the nickname of Firebird. The reason was on several levels. Sometimes her maple colored hair would give off highlights of red like a fiery crown. She also loved to fly, as long as it brought her away from the ground she would do it.
Then there was Paul Marquise; who was called the Lightning Prince, since his father was called the Lightning Count; the name seemed the most appropriate. Along with the name, Paul seemed to have extra quick responses. He even once got into a small high stakes slapping game. The stakes were 1,000 dollars against a kid who was said to be the slapping game champion. Until he met Paul, he had such a calm cool attitude that it was hard to tell what his next move would be. That was when Paul Marquise won the game, gained 1,000 dollars (despite his parents disapproval) and lived up to the name of Lightning Prince.
Last of all were the twins, Julia and Leto. Julia was called Star Arrow by her father, because as a child Julia would run. It didn't matter where it was, as long as it was an open space with no obstacles. She would run, run, and run until she was exhausted, then she would like in her parents' arms and then sleep. Sometimes her mother would chase her and other times her father would chase her. Yet, a good number of times Julia was so fast that neither one could catch her. It was because of this ability that Julia was also on the high school track team. The team had won several championships, as a matter of fact Julia set a new record of 9.5 seconds on the 100-meter dash and no one has been able to catch her.
Her brother on the other hand didn't use speed. Instead he used his wits. As a child Leto was a master of hide and seek, and it wasn't a gift that he lost as he got older. Sometimes he'd hide in the most unusual places. He even managed to hide himself in the air vent above his math teachers' office to get the answers for the next test. Thus Leto earned his name of Star Fox.
This was the most popular group of teens in the school, the Children of the Gundams. Everyone in school loved them, at least the students did, but the faculty was another matter. The teachers loved most of them, though Leto Rodriguez and William Maxwell weren't the best of students. It did require a few Parent Teacher Meetings to get some motivation in those two, but even that wasn't quite enough.
As the "Preventer Teens" (as the school calls them) laughed, talked about classes, and so on they heard a very annoying and familiar voice call out;
"Hi!"
They looked and found a young freshman about thirteen, with oversized coke-bottle thick glasses. They were at such a thickness that they actually distorted the view of his unusually honey-brown eyes. They made his eyes even bigger than what they actually were. His walk was goofy as if his back was a stiff board and his legs were trying to compensate for it. His head was at a crooked angle as if his neck-bones didn't know what straight was. In the crook of his left arm was a messy stack of papers, notepads, and vanilla folders. This was Mervin.
The Preventer Teens all made their own grown as Mervin came closer. One thing that has to be made clear is that they didn't have an aversion to Mervin because of his looks. On the contrary, they had a strong aversion to his demeanor.
"Hey!" Mervin called again as he rudely took his seat; he also had a very odd high-pitched voice that made him unusually non-masculine. "I got some new ideas for mobile suit designs! I even got some cool-cool ideas for a new gun!"
William gave a very noticeable grown. William always found Mervin annoying because nearly everyday he would come to them with these ideas that annoyed him. It was pretty apparent that Mervin wanted to be in Preventer but lacked quite a lot to get in. So, he would compensate for it by trying to improve upon things that were already great in the first place, thinking that his ideas were more perfect.
"Mervin." William said in a slightly vicious grown, "We told you already. Preventer is fine, it doesn't need anything new."
"Oh please, please, just one?" Mervin asking playing his own kind of guilt trip. He did it in such a way that everyone felt somewhat guilty and the only way to be rid of it was to sit through one of Mervin's ideas. Of course everyone was too polite to say "no" directly.
After hearing Mervin's idea of some type of ray gun that seemed so unrealistic that no one at that table could ever see it being built, the bell for the last period of the day rang.
"Thank God." William whispered to himself
The Preventer Teens were about to split up to their separate classes, but there were five minutes before class actually started. So, there was something of great importance (from their point of view) that needed to be discussed.
"Hey." Hikaru stopped her friends, "Have any of you found dates for the prom?"
No one answered.
Hikaru stepped across the lunch yard as everyone was heading to class, "You better act quick." She smiled and said playfully, "Prom is only a week away."
As Hikaru made her way to class leaving the others behind, the one who had to have the last word was William.
"Does she have to be so belligerent about it?" He asked
Julia and Leto only shrugged while Paul said nothing.
* * *
Preventer Report:
Officer: Trowa Barton
Code-name: The Silencer
Date: April 19, A.C. 215
Report: Preventer has received reports from our scouts Lucrezia Noin Marquise, Sally Po, and Hilde Maxwell. There have been trace amounts of metallic fragments found in a small asteroid field between the outer colonies and Mars. These fragments have been established as man-made, these fragments have been identified as titanium, Gundanium, and one metal compound that's as of yet unidentified.
* * *
William Maxwell spent the next period (biology) staring into space. Then again William wasn't that terribly interested in biology. At least until the part that discusses sex, it's about the best excuse to look at pictures of naked women without trying to get a copy of Playboy. The rest of the time he would simply stare vacantly.
Except that time, he started to look at the other girls in the class. He did need a date for prom; question was which girl would like to go with The Crow? True, William and his friends were popular; but then again popularity isn't all that its cracked up to be. Everything that's done is watched and talked about by the school. It was a situation that's like being blacklisted you had to be careful of what you said otherwise your scorned for the rest of your high school life. For William though, he always had a knack for making a smart-ass remark at something.
"Mr. Maxwell." The teacher called
William snapped out of his trance and looked up at the teacher who then asked the question.
"Mr. Maxwell, would you mind telling us who came up with the idea of reproducing asexually?"
William had heard the teacher talk about asexually in which creatures at a simpler level could reproduce without having sex. He thought that would be a boring life to lead, no pleasure involved. Yet, William saw a great opportunity, he looked at the teacher who was begging to be made fun of. With his non-matching suit, slightly balding head and this attitude that kids are dumb. William then smiled up at the teacher and gave his answer;
"I don't know." He said half-laughing, "Your wife?"
The whole class started to laugh at this remark, as the teachers' face began to flush with embarrassment mixing with frustration like a cocktail drink. After class was over, William had finally set his sights upon one particular girl that caught his eye. She was a relatively short girl compared to William's height but she was very curvy. She would usually wear these skimpy clothes that were on the same par as Hikaru Yuy in how her clothes would hug her body and accent her curves. This girl's name was Lindsay Bradner; William had seen this girl around before and always had fantasies about her in the back of his mind. If it was time for anything it had to be that moment that William took, he seized the opportunity. He walked up to Lindsay and called out to her, but his voice was silent as he called. He cleared his throat, and that got the attention of Lindsay who spun around to look at William.
"Oh, William. Hi." She said (everyone in school knew the Preventer Teens names), she looked at him with her stormy gray eyes. God, she was cute to William with her cute face that begged to be kissed as well as (William's favorite feature) her raven black hair that flowed like fine silk down to her shoulders.
"Hi, Lindsay." William smiled, but then thought quietly, damn, why am I so nervous? At last he had to get this out of his gut or there would be no glory, "Do you have a date for the prom?" His heart was racing like mad, if it were going any faster it would have died from exhaustion.
Lindsay seemed to squirm a little bit from William's question; she giggled and then said, "No." Her face began to turn slightly red, "Are you asking me to it?"
William saw victory, "Is it that obvious?"
"Yes." Lindsay smiled and blushed another shade of red, "I'll go with you."
"Ok then." William winked and then walked off saying to her, "I can't wait to see what you look like in a dress."
Even if William didn't see it, Lindsay's face had turned another two shades of red as he walked off.
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In another part of the school, Hikaru was hard at work on one of her metal projects. The metals room was a large garage like environment with concrete floors, brick walls, the ventilation ducts coming overhead, and the heat mixed with the grit of working with metal. This is where Hikaru's next period was, manufacturing or Metal Shop. This was the place that Hikaru did work the best. Then again, most of the kids in that class didn't do very much, when anything new came out of the foundry they loved to spit on the cooling metal to see how it would sizzle. Hikaru and a few others were the only serious workers. The rest were just there for easy A's. The thing that Hikaru was working on was a shield, a very medieval type of shield. As soon as the shield was done she would paint the colors of the Peacecraft family upon it. Then add in a few rivets and a leather strap and it could probably be combat ready.
Hikaru was sanding down the edge of the shield and smoothing it out. She watched it from behind the protective visor but still wore her skimpy clothes that showed off how much she was sweating from the heat that the foundry was producing. As she worked the shield, her mind multitasked, one part of her mind was concentrating on how much pressure to put on the shield while the other half was concerned with who to ask to the prom. She thought about the guys in her class and thought that they wouldn't worth her time since they always goof-off in the first place. So, who would be worth it to ask and that was when Hikaru thought about a guy that was in the metals class.
He was one of the working types; he always was working on something. His specialty of the class was making metal boxes, the kind that can be used for anything. Storing lunches, maybe light tools, or even baseball cards. He always made something, but the strange thing was that he would always give it away to someone else. He was always generous in that respect. Once he made a small foundry piece and only turned around and gave it to one of the teachers. He was this relatively tall boy, tanned skin and very dark hair that could easily pass for black if it didn't give off subtle highlights of brown from the fluorescent lights and his name was Joe Marsten.
She felt the shield start to slip out of her hands but then she brought herself back to reality and gave the shield a good grip as she finished the job. She then set the shield down and looked for the one she wanted to ask the question.
She walked over and found Joe working with a welder, sending out sparks from his weld coupled with blue light. He watched it all carefully from behind his welding mask. Hikaru came up from behind him wearing her protective goggles from the bright blue light of the welding process. Unlike her friends she didn't exactly have any fear about asking anyone out. Either she was confident that she would get someone eventually or she didn't care if she did get one at all.
Joe had finished his weld and took off his mask to reveal part of his handsome face. He looked over the weld he did for a moment, looked up and then smiled. His teeth were in such perfect shape that Hikaru could have used them for a mirror at close range. She came up to Joe and tried to say above the noise that was going on from the loud foundry.
"Joe, will you go to the prom with me?" She asked bringing herself close to his ear
Joe didn't answer he only did one simple gesture. He brought up his hand into a thumb up position.
Hikaru's heart soared as she threw her arms around Joe and the class started to cheer for her either mockingly or genuinely. She couldn't tell the difference; then again she didn't care because she had the one that she wanted and that was all that mattered to her.
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Paul Marquise stood at his easel, with his painting palette in his left hand and his brush carefully adding the finishing touches to his painting. Of course this was an art class for Paul, though this was something of a different painting class, to be more specific it was an oils and acrylics class. It was the place where the use of real paints that artists use is at its best. It was something that Paul exceeded at; it seemed, for some unknown reason, he was just a natural born artist. It all started when he came into the drawing class; he didn't even need the class since he already knew how to draw realistically with shading the right places. So he kept going through the classes until he got himself into the most advanced classes that were available.
Then again, he didn't need a lot of teaching in the use of oils either. He just painted away with whatever was in his mind. The students around him though, the ones that were there to learn how to paint, learned from his own work and tried to incorporate that into theirs. The men liked him in that class and the women adored him. Perhaps he inherited the "lady killer" gene from his father. Though Paul wasn't interested at the time because he was still trying to get the landscape he had in his mind just right.
He then placed the last touches on it, placed his monogram at the bottom, set his brush and palette down.
"I'm finished." He said to himself as he took off his art clothes and set the easel into the drying area for it. He looked at it and marveled at the colors he used. As he was about to hang up his art clothes a very familiar face soon confronted him. It was the face of Rei Miyazaki, a fellow painter. Rei was a young girl, perhaps a little younger than Paul, but she had short brownish-red hair that came down to the top of her neck. She looked up at Paul with yearning green eyes.
"P…Paul." She stammered a little bit, "can I…I ask you…s...something?"
"Yes." Paul answered innocently
"Would you go to prom with me?" She asked then looked down at her red plastic shoes that her mother bought her at a cheap price.
Paul did think about asking someone to prom, but he couldn't figure out whom. So, Rei seemed to fix that problem right away. Though he did seem to have some doubts about saying yes to this little girl since she was younger than he was. It seemed to be a small stigma in high school that you're only supposed to date people in your own class. Seniors date seniors, freshman date freshman sort of thing, but sometimes seniors and freshman date from time to time. Yet, the stigma remains. Even with the stigma Paul couldn't ignore certain things, such as how cute the little girl was when she asked him in such an innocent way as if she thought that she wouldn't succeed either way. Which may be why she was looking down at her shoes, to accept her failure either gracefully or running out of the class crying. Paul couldn't refuse such a cute face.
He knelt down in front of her, knowing that the whole class would be watching. He looked up at Rain who was still looking down. The two had made eye contact as Paul was on his bent knee.
"Rei Miyazaki." He said softly, "I'd be honored to."
Tears were welting up in Rei's eyes as she threw her arms around his neck, "Oh thank you, Paul."
Paul placed a hand on Rei's back knowing that he had just made the girls' day and perhaps a day that she would remember for the rest of her life.
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In another part of the school, in the music room several students were practicing their instruments as part of their music class. Some students had decided to study woodwinds, others decided to do the piano, and a few students decided to try the string instruments. One of those students was Julia Peacecraft Rodriguez. She had her violin in hand and was playing it beautifully like some kind of Greek nymph that would seduce travelers on the road with her music. She was absolutely amazing when she played the violin, even though the violin is a beautiful instrument to listen to; it's also a terrible instrument to learn. The reason is when first learning it every note that's made on it sounds terrible.
For Leto Peacecraft Rodriguez, the instrument that he played was the Spanish guitar. The reason for him choosing that instrument was because of an ancient foreign film that his father once showed him. The movie was called, "El Mariachi", about a young boy who wanted to be a Mariachi player, but then got confused for a gunman who had a guitar case full of guns. Leto loved the idea of concealing weapons in such an innocent looking case. At the same time he loved the sound of the Spanish guitar as well as the sound of the lyrics that the singer would make. So, at the age of 9, Leto picked up the Spanish guitar, he played it, and played, and played. Until he got to High School where he was good enough that he even thought of himself as a Mariachi player.
"Chicks dig a guy who plays a guitar." He once said to his sister
"Let's see if it works." Julia smiled at the idea
As Julia practiced on her violin, Leto was setting his sights. He looked across the room to a young blonde girl who was playing the flute. The fluttery notes drifted across the room to Leto's ears. The girl's name was Megan Mears, one of the cheerleaders on the High School's Varsity team. In Leto's mind probably the most attractive woman in the whole squad. He wanted to go with her to the prom, though he always heard that she was a tough girl to get. Still, Leto thought, I'm one of the Preventer Teens and I'm a guitar player. What woman could resist me? So, Leto picked up his guitar and walked across the classroom, past the ones learning piano, cello, violin, woodwinds, and to his goal, Megan.
Megan caught sight of Leto coming toward her and she set down her flute and wiped her lips with the handkerchief that she had on hand.
"Hi, Leto." She said smiling like nearly every cheerleader did.
"Megan, would you go to the prom with me?" Leto said holding his guitar as if he was about to play it. He probably only did that for showing off.
Megan looked up at Leto, but at the same time she looked and saw that several eyes of her classmates were looking at her. She knew that if she turned down a Preventer Teen, she'd have to do a hell of a lot of explaining to the cheerleading squad of why she turned down on of the most popular kids in school. Then again, she had nothing to fear, she had no one to go with and she always wanted Leto (in a very fantasy sort way).
"I will." She said winking at him.
"Score." Leto smirked to himself as he went back to his seat next to Julia. Still holding onto his guitar as if he was about to play it, he leaned over to Julia and said, "Told you, chicks dig a guitar player."
"Sure." Julia said feigning her sincerity. Leto had always been like that ever since his puberty hormones kicked in. He was a womanizer at the very least, his room back home had wall to wall posters of women from Sport Illustrated Swimsuit editions, Music Stars, and a few Playboy models that he was able to sneak in.
Julia on the other hand was a pure romantic, she believed in love at its purest form. Though most of the men in the High School were just interested in sex. Julia was only interested in love, the unusual queasy feeling in the pit of the stomach, sweaty palms, and the swimmy feeling in her head. She wanted to feel that and she wanted to have the feeling of knowing that a member of the opposite sex loved her. Not the kind of love that her parents gave her, the kind of love two people can share, that is what she wanted. It wasn't a huge leap of the imagination to know why some women go after older men. They mature faster and most older men are more mature than the high school boys, thus the reason for it. Though according to the feminist teachers that Julia had, most men never reach mental maturity beyond the age of 10. So, Julia was stuck as the only one of the Preventer teens without a prom date and her song fell sad as she continued to play the violin.
* * *
Far away between the outmost colonies and the recently colonized red planet Mars there lay a relatively small asteroid field. There were small ones that ranged from sizes of pebbles, roasted hams, and Volkswagen Beatles. Then there were the bigger ones that could have been the size of Mount Everest if it had been an asteroid. All of these drifted aimlessly through space perhaps impacting a far away world and bringing life to it, while others would just drift further into the blackest unknown of space.
This was where the Silencers were based.
In one of the asteroids, the one that was about the size of the city of Los Angeles, it didn't seem to drift or spin in meaningless directions. This one seemed to stay stationary without moving just staying perfectly still like a rogue moon. Inside the asteroid was a complex, like a small base, tens of rooms and several decks. It was here that a small meeting of the darkest sort was beginning.
In a small darkly light room there were twelve men gathering around a round table. The table was wooden instead of the standard steel. Its maple color reflected in the multiple overhead lamps that were hanging above them as if they were playing a poker game. The air of smoke from cigarettes and cigars swirled like cream in coffee. The embers of there smoke burning in the dark behind the reach of the overhead lamps. Round and round the table were detailed carvings that could be seen in the light of the yellow overhead lamps. These were carvings of different animals, people, and things in one slot each around the table like a clock. Each man sat at one of these symbols and there were words…names of the carving underneath him. From the very first, it went around the table. On and on the names went in clockwise order.
The Fire Bearer
The Eel
The Sloth
The Coo-coo
The Cyclops
The Squid
The Hyena
The Whore
The Shackles
The Spider
The Nexus
The Jackal
The meeting began as the man sitting at the symbol of the Fire Bearer blew out the smoke from his thick cigar. His voice was deep and raspy as the fiery embers died down and the smoke blew into the yellow overhead lamplight.
"The time is drawing closer." The Fire Bearer said, "No doubt that the Preventers will be coming to find us."
"Let them come!" The Spider said, "Let them step into our trap."
"That's the idea." The Fire Bearer said, as he took another puff of his cigar and blew out the smoke as he spoke, "The Silencers will be ready for them. The Preventers…nay, the Gundam Pilots have done quite a lot of damage to us. It is time that the Alliance, Oz and Romafeller be brought back for us all."
"May the Alliance rise again." The members of the Dark Zodiac said in unison.
* * *
In another part of the asteroid, the Silencers were lying in wait for the orders from above to come through. There were only four members of the Silencers, each of them were assigned to different rooms within the asteroid. Though that didn't prevent them from speaking with one another. After all, they did have their standard issue suits that were gray shining metal with blue lining paint. Each piece of metal covered a part of their body like plates brought together by cloth. A plate covered their pecks, or in the case of one: her breasts, several plates outlines their abdominal muscles, while several others covered their legs. At their hips were twin guns, one for each hand as if they were space-age gunslingers. Still, that wasn't the end of the armor that they wore, there was still the helmet, that was domed, smooth, and had a black t-shape down its front that was its visor. Then crowning this helmet was a small antenna that was actually a targeting device that would come down over the visor. Even still there was one last piece that each of them had. Apiece simply called the jetpack. This device would give the Silencer enough levitation for a certain amount of time for a certain amount of distance. Then again, it would be enough to get to a good vantage-point over their prey.
In each room there was one silencer. The first was the only woman of the group; her name was Angelina Lestat. She sat down upon the bed of her room, allowing her long brunet hair to flow down by the pull of the gravity that the asteroid had from its artificial generators. She looked down with her dark set of eyes waiting as she always had ever since she was brought into the group. Then again she had a special talent that was essential to the group, she was a master of disguise and seduction. That was how she got the right information for the Silencers and the Dark Zodiac. She could seduce any man that she could set her sights upon. Even though she wasn't terribly impressed by most of the men she slept with, she did it just for the job, and nothing else.
Next to Angelina was Anton Simeonov, the human calculator of the group. He paced back and forth in his room as the millions of calculations spun and ran through his mind like a computer on overdrive. As he paced back and forth through the room in his armor while his helmet sat on his bed he pushed his glasses back up onto his face. Then he took his hand away from his glasses as they were securely set upon his face, then he brought it to his back where his other hand lay. The two hands interlaced and Anton continued to pace through his room back and forth.
In the next room, doing his 32nd set of push-ups was Ivan Danko, his armor plates were made to form fit over his extraordinarily large muscles. He was an enormous man standing at a near six foot five inches and his muscles were bulging, there was not one once of fat on his body. Even on his 32nd set of 100 push-ups he wasn't even close to breaking a sweat. He was only doing this to pass the time until the orders would come through. His sandy blonde hair was cut very short and his broad face was very relaxed even if he did that many push-ups.
Then there was the very last member of the Silencers, the very youngest of them all. It was Kaworu Gavrich, a boy roughly in his early to mid teen years. He wasn't like the rest of the group; he was unusual at the very least with his grayish hair, pale skin, lanky body, and red eyes. This was the philosopher of the group, even though he was trained to be a soldier. Though he wasn't exactly one to question the authority of those above him. The calm demeanor that he had could clearly be seen in the way he was lying on the bed. He was lying back fully stretched out, his hands behind his head, and the oddest feature of all was his smile. It depended on how anyone looked at it; either he was smiling because he knew a secret that no one else knew or if it was because he was genuinely happy.
Suddenly there was a click at the door, as if the automatic locks that were in place had been opened. Kaworu sat straight up on his bed, he knew that the door opened only for a few specific reasons. Kaworu had everything he needed in that room, bathroom, lights, a bed, a desk and a chair. So that door would only open for training missions and food, but he had no idea of the surprise he was going to get as the door opened.
The door opened all the way and Kaworu's red albino eyes met those of the dark stormy eyes of his teammate, Angelina Lestat.
"What is it?" Kaworu asked gently as his calm demeanor always was.
Angelina smiled in a very devilish way, she then took her helmet from her side, and said as she set the helmet on her head.
"The orders have come in." She said her voice sounding robotic; "We're to move out."
To be continued…
