Chapter – 2
Disclaimers—Gundam Wing does not belong to me nor has it ever. The characters, in part, are only being used for non-profitable purposes.
Warnings—a good bit of violence and some language.
A faint knock came to the dorm room door, causing Duo to look up from his Manga comic. Walking over quietly, he was half surprised to see Trowa and Quatre standing outside. "Hey, you guys! What's goin' on?" he said cheerfully, a trademark smile playing over his features.
Quatre gave his warm hearted smile before following Trowa inside. "We have a bit of a situation," Quatre said calmly, losing a bit of his smile though. Heero chose just that moment to step into the room, followed by an angry looking Wufei.
"I just received a message from Dr. J. He said that there could be a possible threat."
Duo just laughed faintly before shrugging a bit, "Yeah? So? We always have a possible threat. What makes this one so special? Oh wait. Let me guess. OZ now has mobile suits that shoot lazers from their eyes right…or maybe make daisies spring from the ground at their beckoned call." Laughing again, he turned back to Heero, "Come on…what could really be that much of a threat?" Quatre tried to hide a smile, while Wufei rolled his eyes in faint annoyance.
Moving over towards the lifeless computer, Heero explained, "Dr. J isn't sure. He doesn't know what the intentions of the new treat are, though he said to be on the look out for anything out of the usual." With that, he turned his gaze back to Duo, "What was your impression of the new student, Heather Gracin?"
Putting his hands into the air as though surrendering, Duo said, his tone shaking as though he were trying to hold back a laugh, "What? You think she's the threat? I mean—yeah. She's strong and all…and she seemed to have some cool moves, but so what?"
"She may be the threat, Duo. We need to know all there is about her. She is no ordinary student and I know you could figure that out by simply observing how she carried herself."
Rolling his eyes, he reached over, grabbing a jacket that hung from a hook on the wall. "Whatever, I think you guys have all inhaled too many fumes. I'm going out for a walk. When you come up with a better excuse for a threat, let me know." With that, Duo stepped out the door, hands stuffed snugly in the pockets of his jacket.
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Heather sat silently on the firm mattress, wrapping her wrist and hand tightly after having cleaned the wound. Wincing slightly, she pushed away from the bed, cradling her wrist again before moving over towards the one dresser. However, there was nothing inside, though a small suitcase sat on top. Pulling out a pair of black jeans, a black tank top and a jean jacket, she stepped into the bathroom, getting out of her uniform and emerging but a few moments later in her new attire. She brushed herself off a bit before calmly walking from the dorm room, heading down towards the streets below.
She soon found herself walking through crowds of people, a frustrated twinge running through her as she looked about. Taking a slow breath, she walked off to the side, making her way to an area that didn't look nearly as crowded. Stepping into a small café, she moved to take a seat. A waitress came up towards her, only to be sent away with a simple order of coffee. Eyes slipped shut as a hand rose up, rubbing at the closed orbs roughly.
After receiving her coffee, she couldn't help but get the unsettling feeling that she was being watched. Casting a short glance around the café, her eyes once again met those of a familiar violet hue. Duo slowly stood up, making his way over towards her, sitting down opposite from her before lighting up with another smile as he said energetically, "Hey!"
Her gaze was cold as she stared at him, not responding to his greeting. Eyes shifted down towards the coffee, she acting as though he weren't even sitting there.
This, needless to say, didn't settle well with the ignored pilot. "Why do you always do that? I am talking to you, ya' know. Oh—I get it. You're still mad about this morning aren't you? Come on…I already apologized for that and you even said it was fine! What do you want from me? Hm? Come on…talk to me."
Her eyes shifted back up to him before she said rather coldly, "Go away." Duo's face took on a hurt look before it faded into exasperation.
"Oh fine! Yeah—I'll leave ya' alone…that's just fine."
"You do that."
"Oh—I just changed my mind. I think I want to stay after all."
"You can't do that. Go."
"Nah. I think I like it right here. This seat is nice and cozy. Hey—that coffee looks good. I wonder where the waitress went. I want to get some."
"No—just go."
"Oh man. Wasn't it hilarious how Brad slammed face first into the dirt? It was priceless!"
"Are you listening to me?"
"And I still can't believe you got away with it too! My god!"
"Listen to me."
"Oh, you're going to have to meet my friends. I mean you saw Heero at least. He was in English this morning. Did you get the homework? I wasn't paying attention. And that teacher will just kill me if I don't hand in another assignment. She is such a pain when you get to know her."
All patience gone, Heather reached up with her wounded arm, grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him down so his face was right in front of hers. "Listen to me, damn it!"
"Why? You didn't want to listen to me."
With that, she threw him hard back against the seat, doing her best to hide a wince as her wrist protested. Duo's eyes fell to her wrist as he grabbed it swiftly, "What happened here?"
Jerking her hand back, she stared daggers at him before saying coldly, "It doesn't matter. Now leave me alone."
"Like hell I will! You didn't say the magic words," Duo said through a laugh.
"I said—"
Her words were broken as a shrill scream cut through the air, the one waitress cowering by the sight of a gun. Three OZ soldiers stood calmly, all of them armed, and one of them pointing his gun at the waitress that had brought Heather her coffee. At least two of them looked as though they were drunk, the other just holding an angry scowl as he stared down at the man at the register. "Hey fella'. You're going to give us what ever earnings ya' have in there—we protect you people, but we need to eat too. Now hand it over!" The man stood in shock and fear as he stared up at the soldier before opening the register. There wasn't more than 40 dollars inside, the rest having been emptied earlier that day.
"That's it? You tryin' to piss me off, old man?!" With that said, the OZ soldier rose his gun, shooting the man through the chest without a second thought. Though there were very few people in the café, it still raised a panic as the customers hid under the tables, the waitress by this point hysterical, whimpering under her breath, "Papa…" Duo and Heather sat dead still at the table they were at, though both of them just watching the scene quietly. A moment later, Duo looked up to see that Heather was gone.
He looked up sharply as he heard the man yelling again, his eyes widening a bit as he watched Heather calmly walk up towards the small group of soldiers. "What do ya' think you're doing, bitch?! Si'down!" Her steps stopped as a shot was fired, though it seemed as though it was just to scare her.
The other two soldiers gave a faint laugh, the one chiming in and saying, "I think she's kinda' cute. Hey, babe. How 'bout we go somewhere quiet? We can forget all this." His speech was slurred and his breath smelt of rank whisky. She didn't react to it though, or rather didn't show any immediate reactions.
The soldier that had been pointing his gun at the waitress said smoothly, his speech not nearly as bad, "I call this one." He wrapped his arm tightly about the waitress' waist as she let out a sob, tears running down her face.
Moving forward, the other soldier leaned closer towards Heather, asking shakily, "Come on hunny. What do ya' say…it'll be lots o' fun…" Filling the space between them, the soldier moved forward, crushing his lips to Heather's, only to pull back with a sharp cry. "She bit me! Stupid bitch!" He backhanded her with the gun in hand, causing her vision to swirl for only a moment.
Her gaze turned back towards him as she said simply, "Keep it to yourself." By this point, Duo had gotten up as well, walking up behind Heather, trying to pull her back before something were to happen, though he was stopped where he was as the 'leader' of the group shot at him. However, it was only a single bullet and it just managed to graze his arm.
Using the distraction to her advantage, Heather ducked down, grabbing the one soldier's gun from his drunken fingers before straightening. She didn't hesitate, just pulling the trigger; the bullet went right through his windpipe and severed his spinal cord. Turning swiftly, she shot the one holding the waitress between the eyes. Catching the waitress, Heather set her slowly on the floor only to hear another gun shot. Though, it was Duo this time, the last soldier falling to the floor in a lifeless pile.
Duo tensed on the inside, his thoughts running rapid as he growled. I practically just gave myself away. Damn it! Why the hell can't I use some common sense for once?! Heero is going to chew my head off for this.
His thoughts were broken as Heather spoke calmly, "Everyone ran. Not that I'd expect them to do anything else." It was only then that Duo realized he was in the clear. Everyone had left before Duo and Heather even stood against them and the waitress passed out. Not to mention, that anyone that may have heard the gunshots outside were far away enough that Duo and Heather wouldn't even be known for the most part.
Heather said nothing else as she stepped over the dead bodies, making her way towards the back. A siren was heard in the distance, though Duo wasn't startled in the least. Scooping up both the guns that he and Heather had used, he wiped them clear of any fingerprints. Using his shirt to hold them, he managed to put them in the hands of the soldiers before following after Heather.
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Fire's Tempest: Wow—the guns are being pulled out—not bad.
Duo: Don't you think you're getting a bit violent with this?
Fire's Tempest: VIOLENT?! WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT VIOLENT!
Duo hesitantly points up to the warnings at the beginning of the page, "You even said so yourself."
Fire's Tempest's eye starts to twitch.
Duo tenses before yelling, "PLEASE REVIEW!" He then breaks into a sprint and jets out the door, Fire's Tempest close behind him.