The second chapter. You better enjoy it! I'm not too good at battle scenes,
so it better be okay. Tell me, please. Thanks for the reviews.
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~~Meeting the Sixth~~
A pair of shimmering violet-amethyst eyes and a pair of stony Prussian blue eyes looked out of different mobile suits. Mobile suits; weapons of mass destruction. Gundams; mobile suits made of the practically indestructible gundanium. Both pairs of eyes looked out into space as they controlled their suits to keep destroying the five Leos that had showed up. Two of the four eyes widened.
"Hey, Hee-chan?" came Duo Maxwell's voice over the airwaves, tones uncertain. Heero's eyes rolled.
"What do you want, baka," he asked as he fired at the second to last Leo. His head shook as he tried to get his messy brown locks out of his eyes. His fist clenched around a control as he fired again.
"Weeeell..." Duo drawled, swinging at the other Leo with his Gundam's thermal scythe. "Ya know... Aren't we supposed to be looking for a Taurus that a commander in OZ was piloting?" Under his bangs, the Wing pilot's brow furrowed.
"Hai." A grinned edged at Duo's lips as both Leos exploded. "If that's the case, then where in hell is it?" The whole Gundam shook as a blast tore into it. A slight rip opened in the side of Deathscythe as both suits turned around to stare at the newcomer. Tauruses were usually black with red on them, but this one was black with gold. The eye-like holes seemed to glow demonically as the beam cannon blasted at Wing next, a golden beam shooting out of the weapon. Duo grinned, laughing slightly
"Now that's just low," he said playfully to the strange pilot. "I mean, if it wasn't a Gundam, that would hurt." His answer was a light giggle.
"That's me!" the stranger said, letting loose another shot where the Gundam would be hurt... if it was a guy. "I'm sneaky, I'm conniving, but I'll never lie at the very least!" Duo frowned, eyes sparkling as he advanced with his scythe.
"Hey, you stole my gig!" he complained. Fiddling with the controls the Gundam suddenly winked out of visual screens. Heero, intent on his task, didn't even notice. He tried blasting at the Taurus, but it didn't see to be working. The pilot would just dodge it almost before Heero could fire it. The boy in the Taurus, however, did notice. Dodging another beam, he forced his black monstrosity to duck, then turned to his left, letting loose an array of beams.
"You didn't think that would stop me, did you, Gundam pilot?" the boy asked. Deathscythe had just popped back into view, as flat on its back as you could be in space. It had taken critical damage. "Wow. You look like a piece of swiss cheese." The pilot turned on a mobile-suited heel and glared at Wing, even though the pilot couldn't see him. A grin edged across the golden-tanned features. He laughed slightly and opened communications with Dr. J's protege.
"You were trained by J, weren't you? You're supposed to be emotionless; able to kill without a notice. Without a regret. And want to know what, Heero Yuy? You're not the Perfect Soldier. I am." He blasted into Wing before Heero could even stop him. All visual screens were blank.
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Dark lilac eyes watched the two pilots. They were in the same cell, backs flat on the floor and cold. The room was actually made of a steel that was similar to gundanium, and was almost impossible to break through in any place except the doors. A faint pulsing sound filled the watcher's ears. The glowing green laser bars of the place that the two pilots were kept in was making the sound, keeping them inside. The watcher was just as unmoving as the two in the cell. His dark golden hair spilled off of his shoulders, flashing brightly around the well-lit room. He was sitting on the floor in front of the cell tailor-style, head tilted. Tight black jeans encased his legs, going over the black combat boots. A sleeveless dark gold shirt, made of satin, showed off his dark bronze skin and the golden armlet that was on his left arm. A pair of heavy golden ring earrings shone in his ear, catching the light. It was quiet all around him. The only sound was off his brush making broad strokes on a paper that was pressed against the floor. The brush swirled and danced, writing beautiful Japanese symbols. But everything stopped when something flashed through the teenager's mind.
*Cobalt eyes. A flash of gunfire. DUCK!*
Eyes widening, the boy threw himself flat on the ground. He hadn't even seen Heero move... But the Wing pilot was there, standing with a gun smoking slightly from having fired on the boy. The Perfect Soldier hadn't seen a way that he could move, but none of the expressions showed on his face as he watched the golden haired teen stand up shakily, propping himself up on one tanned arm and slowly getting to his feet. Prussian blue met shaded lilac, and the blue widened in recognition. Lavender smirked.
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"Do you recognize me now, Heero Yuy?" Rolling his eyes, the Egyptian teen made a 'come' gesture with his finger. The gun jerked out of Heero's hand and floated through the glowing bars to him. He watched as the pilot tried to process everything; figure out how he had gotten the gun to go over to him. And probably figure out how he knew the boy. Neither noticed as amethyst eyes were slowly unlidded, and a chestnut braid slid over thin shoulders. Duo stood up, looking between his partner and the 'enemy'. 'The enemy' had hair just as long as his, and not even bound. It was as golden as the sun, and flashed when he moved. He had large, slightly haunted but still laughing, eyes, and dark gold skin that proclaimed him of desert heritage. The strangest thing was that in front of the younger boy was a gun, Heero's favorite, floating in space steadily. With a large grin, the once street-rat said "Hey! I'm awake, and I'd like to know that is going on!" Both turned to him.
The golden-haired boy grinned. Duo reminded him of his youth as a street kid. "I bet Heero Yuy would too. He doesn't like not knowin' what's going on, right?" The Deathscythe pilot's eyes widened.
"You're not supposed to know our names," he stated, pouting. He looked up through his brown bangs playfully. He saw the Egyptian smile.
"Yeah. I only know Heero's name because I've met him, even if he doesn't remember. And you too are pretty near blowing my cover." With that cryptic statement, he turned on heel to salute mockingly and smartly before the door opened. The gun clattered to the floor, harmless. With a sleek sound, the metal door slid open to the sterile room.
"Hey Commander Treize," the boy said unofficially. The tan-haired general winced. His smart uniform was creased, and he looked very untidy for once. A lock of his hair fell into his dark eyes, and he smiled slightly at the boy.
"Hello, Krishna. You've caught two Gundam pilots?" Lilac eyes twinkling, the boy nodded. "As per your request, commander forked-eyebrows." Self- consciously, Treize fingered his eyebrow, then nodded.
"Er... fine. I will talk to them later." The unsaid statement was 'when you're not around'. The boy grinned as though it had been said though.
"Nice to see you too. Bye, commander." Smiling uncomfortably, Treize left quickly. Something about the boy put him off balance. He was too knowledgeable for someone only fourteen. Too young for someone who had killed so many times. As soon as he left, the boy turned back to the two shell-shocked pilots. Heero, of course, quickly covered it up, but Duo was left mouth hanging open. They had NEVER seen anyone show such disrespect to Commander Treize.
"Needless to say," he said, brushing strands of gold out of his face. "You need to leave. And I need to go with you. I have to report to Doctor J to tell him I've gotten what he wanted." With a self-conscious shrug, his eyes lit up. A boot tapped on the tiled floor as he thought.
"Just step through those glowing bar-things. They're fake. A lapse should be in the guarding system just about now, so feel free to escape with me at any time." The messy-haired teenager in the cell looked suspicious, but Duo just stepped through the bars to look curiously at their captor and 'friend'.
"Who are you?" he asked curiously as Heero cautiously stepped through the bars. The other teen grinned.
"I'm Seth Krishna, American way. Krishna Seth, Japanese way. It's a code name, so feel free to call me anything. And no, I'm not telling you my true name. Get used to it. Now let's get out of here so I can get back to my beloved Hellsfire. I sick of that stupid Taurus." Smiling, Krishna slipped through the door. Heero and Duo stared at each other for a second.
"Do you realize that he's called himself after an Egyptian god of destruction and sex, and a Babylonian god of love?" Heero almost smiled.
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Sorry the chapter took so long. Review, please, for my sake!
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~~Meeting the Sixth~~
A pair of shimmering violet-amethyst eyes and a pair of stony Prussian blue eyes looked out of different mobile suits. Mobile suits; weapons of mass destruction. Gundams; mobile suits made of the practically indestructible gundanium. Both pairs of eyes looked out into space as they controlled their suits to keep destroying the five Leos that had showed up. Two of the four eyes widened.
"Hey, Hee-chan?" came Duo Maxwell's voice over the airwaves, tones uncertain. Heero's eyes rolled.
"What do you want, baka," he asked as he fired at the second to last Leo. His head shook as he tried to get his messy brown locks out of his eyes. His fist clenched around a control as he fired again.
"Weeeell..." Duo drawled, swinging at the other Leo with his Gundam's thermal scythe. "Ya know... Aren't we supposed to be looking for a Taurus that a commander in OZ was piloting?" Under his bangs, the Wing pilot's brow furrowed.
"Hai." A grinned edged at Duo's lips as both Leos exploded. "If that's the case, then where in hell is it?" The whole Gundam shook as a blast tore into it. A slight rip opened in the side of Deathscythe as both suits turned around to stare at the newcomer. Tauruses were usually black with red on them, but this one was black with gold. The eye-like holes seemed to glow demonically as the beam cannon blasted at Wing next, a golden beam shooting out of the weapon. Duo grinned, laughing slightly
"Now that's just low," he said playfully to the strange pilot. "I mean, if it wasn't a Gundam, that would hurt." His answer was a light giggle.
"That's me!" the stranger said, letting loose another shot where the Gundam would be hurt... if it was a guy. "I'm sneaky, I'm conniving, but I'll never lie at the very least!" Duo frowned, eyes sparkling as he advanced with his scythe.
"Hey, you stole my gig!" he complained. Fiddling with the controls the Gundam suddenly winked out of visual screens. Heero, intent on his task, didn't even notice. He tried blasting at the Taurus, but it didn't see to be working. The pilot would just dodge it almost before Heero could fire it. The boy in the Taurus, however, did notice. Dodging another beam, he forced his black monstrosity to duck, then turned to his left, letting loose an array of beams.
"You didn't think that would stop me, did you, Gundam pilot?" the boy asked. Deathscythe had just popped back into view, as flat on its back as you could be in space. It had taken critical damage. "Wow. You look like a piece of swiss cheese." The pilot turned on a mobile-suited heel and glared at Wing, even though the pilot couldn't see him. A grin edged across the golden-tanned features. He laughed slightly and opened communications with Dr. J's protege.
"You were trained by J, weren't you? You're supposed to be emotionless; able to kill without a notice. Without a regret. And want to know what, Heero Yuy? You're not the Perfect Soldier. I am." He blasted into Wing before Heero could even stop him. All visual screens were blank.
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Dark lilac eyes watched the two pilots. They were in the same cell, backs flat on the floor and cold. The room was actually made of a steel that was similar to gundanium, and was almost impossible to break through in any place except the doors. A faint pulsing sound filled the watcher's ears. The glowing green laser bars of the place that the two pilots were kept in was making the sound, keeping them inside. The watcher was just as unmoving as the two in the cell. His dark golden hair spilled off of his shoulders, flashing brightly around the well-lit room. He was sitting on the floor in front of the cell tailor-style, head tilted. Tight black jeans encased his legs, going over the black combat boots. A sleeveless dark gold shirt, made of satin, showed off his dark bronze skin and the golden armlet that was on his left arm. A pair of heavy golden ring earrings shone in his ear, catching the light. It was quiet all around him. The only sound was off his brush making broad strokes on a paper that was pressed against the floor. The brush swirled and danced, writing beautiful Japanese symbols. But everything stopped when something flashed through the teenager's mind.
*Cobalt eyes. A flash of gunfire. DUCK!*
Eyes widening, the boy threw himself flat on the ground. He hadn't even seen Heero move... But the Wing pilot was there, standing with a gun smoking slightly from having fired on the boy. The Perfect Soldier hadn't seen a way that he could move, but none of the expressions showed on his face as he watched the golden haired teen stand up shakily, propping himself up on one tanned arm and slowly getting to his feet. Prussian blue met shaded lilac, and the blue widened in recognition. Lavender smirked.
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"Do you recognize me now, Heero Yuy?" Rolling his eyes, the Egyptian teen made a 'come' gesture with his finger. The gun jerked out of Heero's hand and floated through the glowing bars to him. He watched as the pilot tried to process everything; figure out how he had gotten the gun to go over to him. And probably figure out how he knew the boy. Neither noticed as amethyst eyes were slowly unlidded, and a chestnut braid slid over thin shoulders. Duo stood up, looking between his partner and the 'enemy'. 'The enemy' had hair just as long as his, and not even bound. It was as golden as the sun, and flashed when he moved. He had large, slightly haunted but still laughing, eyes, and dark gold skin that proclaimed him of desert heritage. The strangest thing was that in front of the younger boy was a gun, Heero's favorite, floating in space steadily. With a large grin, the once street-rat said "Hey! I'm awake, and I'd like to know that is going on!" Both turned to him.
The golden-haired boy grinned. Duo reminded him of his youth as a street kid. "I bet Heero Yuy would too. He doesn't like not knowin' what's going on, right?" The Deathscythe pilot's eyes widened.
"You're not supposed to know our names," he stated, pouting. He looked up through his brown bangs playfully. He saw the Egyptian smile.
"Yeah. I only know Heero's name because I've met him, even if he doesn't remember. And you too are pretty near blowing my cover." With that cryptic statement, he turned on heel to salute mockingly and smartly before the door opened. The gun clattered to the floor, harmless. With a sleek sound, the metal door slid open to the sterile room.
"Hey Commander Treize," the boy said unofficially. The tan-haired general winced. His smart uniform was creased, and he looked very untidy for once. A lock of his hair fell into his dark eyes, and he smiled slightly at the boy.
"Hello, Krishna. You've caught two Gundam pilots?" Lilac eyes twinkling, the boy nodded. "As per your request, commander forked-eyebrows." Self- consciously, Treize fingered his eyebrow, then nodded.
"Er... fine. I will talk to them later." The unsaid statement was 'when you're not around'. The boy grinned as though it had been said though.
"Nice to see you too. Bye, commander." Smiling uncomfortably, Treize left quickly. Something about the boy put him off balance. He was too knowledgeable for someone only fourteen. Too young for someone who had killed so many times. As soon as he left, the boy turned back to the two shell-shocked pilots. Heero, of course, quickly covered it up, but Duo was left mouth hanging open. They had NEVER seen anyone show such disrespect to Commander Treize.
"Needless to say," he said, brushing strands of gold out of his face. "You need to leave. And I need to go with you. I have to report to Doctor J to tell him I've gotten what he wanted." With a self-conscious shrug, his eyes lit up. A boot tapped on the tiled floor as he thought.
"Just step through those glowing bar-things. They're fake. A lapse should be in the guarding system just about now, so feel free to escape with me at any time." The messy-haired teenager in the cell looked suspicious, but Duo just stepped through the bars to look curiously at their captor and 'friend'.
"Who are you?" he asked curiously as Heero cautiously stepped through the bars. The other teen grinned.
"I'm Seth Krishna, American way. Krishna Seth, Japanese way. It's a code name, so feel free to call me anything. And no, I'm not telling you my true name. Get used to it. Now let's get out of here so I can get back to my beloved Hellsfire. I sick of that stupid Taurus." Smiling, Krishna slipped through the door. Heero and Duo stared at each other for a second.
"Do you realize that he's called himself after an Egyptian god of destruction and sex, and a Babylonian god of love?" Heero almost smiled.
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Sorry the chapter took so long. Review, please, for my sake!