A Different Side
By SariaSubi-kun
SariaSubi: Haha! An update! Wow, I am so proud of myself for writing thin
one! And it's eight pages (well, seven and one line) long! I think you'll
REALLY like the suspense in this one!
"Master Quatre," Rashid stood before the limousine, "are you sure we cannot accompany you to the hotel?"
Quatre smiled and shook his head. "Rashid, thank you, but I'm fine." Quatre stepped out of the luxury car and into the hotel he was staying at. Meanwhile, he didn't notice who was standing in the phone booth only a few yards away from him. What he did notice, however, was a gigantic cargo truck. A thought struck him for a second, but he shook it away. This was a docking station he was nearby. There were tons of cargo trucks here.
In the phone booth a few yards away, a young blue-haired girl about sixteen cursed as she saw Quatre walk into the hotel. When the telephone picked up, she spoke in.
"Yes? Uh-huh. Just a single room. Yeah, I'm alone. Fifty a night for me? Sure, that's good. The bags there? Thank you. I'll be over in a bit." She sighed as she hung up the phone and took out a pen.
~~~~~~~
"Major Sally! There is a report of a new MS moving towards the San Francisco area! I think you may want to check it out!"
~~~~~~~
Quatre walked down the hall of the Holiday Inn and rested himself against the wall of the corridor. Luckily, since he was alone, not that many people noticed him. As much as he appreciated the Maganacs and their company, he just needed to be alone. Or at least with someone his own age.
Scary how things happen right when you think of them.
Yawning, a teenage girl with light brown hair yawned and stretched her arms over her head, yawning and complaining miserably.
"Stupid fate," she muttered to herself. Nothing was going as she had planned. Nothing. "And this hotel is really boring," she muttered to herself again, expecting no one else to be in the hallway. She cursed in Japanese as she saw who was leaning against the wall. He was bound to notice her, but she tried to sneak past him anyways.
Quatre looked up at the sound of talking and was surprised at what he saw. Maybe he was right about the stupid cargo truck. Either way, he never expected her to be here,
"A-Alex?" his eyes widened at the sight of her. Maybe it wasn't at the fact that she was here. Somehow, he found himself blushing.
She put her weight to her side and crossed her arms. "You know, I told you we would meet again. Sooner than ya think."
His thoughts lingered on what she had said right before she had left. She had said the exact same thing.
He smiled. "It's good to see you, Alex." He got off his place on the wall and started walking with her.
"Yeah, you too. So, here on Quatre Rebarba Winner business?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but I have to say, it's-"
"A pain in the ass?"
"Exactly," he agreed with her.
"Yeah, well, I'm on business too."
"You are?" His eyebrows rose.
"Ur,.,." she stuttered, as if realizing a mistake she made. She slapped her head and was silent for a moment. Looking up, she saw she was making Quatre even more suspicious. "Yeah, it seems I have a cousin in town. He wanted me to come over. I might move in with him."
"Oh." The silence fell between them like a wall. Quatre looked over to her for the hundredth time, this time noticing what was strapped to her back. It was a guitar case.
"Alex?"
"Yeah," she immediately knew what he was asking, "I'm playing a few gigs in towns here and there to earn money. Just at small time places."
"I've heard you before. You're pretty good."
She finally smiled. "Thanks, man." By the time they had stopped walking, they found themselves at the door of the Holiday Inn. Alex looked out the glass door and spotted something that satisfied her.
"Hey, Quatre," she looked to him, "wanna get lunch?"
~~~~~~~
Wufei sighed unhappily as he looked at the map of the San Francisco area. Things in the Preventers had finally calmed down a bit. But no, the new Mobile Suit that Heero had warned the former-Gundam pilots about was real. And it was close to where Quatre was.
"Do you think we should warn Quatre?" Sally asked him from across the table with the map spread out.
Wufei shook his head. "I don't do much with the other pilots. If anything, the others should warn him."
Sally frowned. "Wufei, he is your friend, isn't he?"
"Maybe, but I do my own work."
"And your own justice, right?" she muttered under her breath. It seemed that he had heard her. Angry, he whipped his head around and glared at her. He parted his lips as if he was going to say something, but he kept his mouth shut and walked out of the room in silence.
Sally sighed and looked at the ceiling, hoping for an answer. There he went again, his fiery temper. She never really could remember him actually smiling about anything, but she knew; that was just like Chang Wufei.
"Well, then, I'll contact someone who will actually care..no, I'll contact Quatre myself."
~~~~~~~
San Francisco was well lit at night. Quatre looked out over the town and thought it looked just wonderful. He needed something to smile about.
Alex had seemed so distant that day. She had invited him to lunch, but it was like right afterwards, she wanted to get rid off him as soon as possible. What was up with her?
He was thinking of going to sleep; he had a stupid business meeting tomorrow. He slipped under the covers and thought about drifting off to sleep..
But none of San Francisco could sleep that night. And some people in that town slept their last.
~~~~~~~
Screams were inevitable to drown out. They were the music of the city. Fire was sweeping over the large city like wind. Some people in the unfortunate building caught on fire, screamed. They felt their skin burn, the fire burning into their veins. They screamed as the fires consumed them.
Others were shot to death by bullets. There was nothing they could do as a large mechanical death angel stood over them, some other pedestrians dying as the blood flowed out from under it's feet; the mecha had crushed the bodies it walked on and blew the humans below it apart with it's bullets that no soul could live through.
Quatre rushed out of him room and ran down the stairs to the Holiday Inn's lobby. Maybe Alex was down there. He couldn't leave his friend here.
There was no way to get through the mayhem. The glass doors where shattered and the smoke from outside was billowing in. Bullets were raining in and hitting anyone who was dumbstruck by the tragedy. Quatre rushed up the stairs to the second floor, but it was almost as bad as the first. He knew that the higher up he went, the more time he had to think of what to do. He knew Alex was on the third floor.
"Alex!" he rammed his fist violently on the door. "Come one! We've got to get out of here! San Francisco is about to be blown apart!" He knocked violently, but there was no answer. Quatre put his head on the door and let out a sob of frustration, but he knew he shouldn't give up. She could be injured and dying in there, he thought. He had to do something. He ran down the hall as an idea popped into his head. He found the nearest fire hose and fax. He threw open the box with the hose inside and used the metal end to break open the case holding the ax. Grabbing the ax, he remembered he could have just used his gun, but he dismissed the thought as he ran back to her room. Lifting the fire ax over his head, he let it fall down on the lock, the piece of metal dropping to the floor with the ax. Quatre kicked open the door with all his might and it opened, then fell to the floor with the hinges. "Alex!" he called out. He finally stepped into the room, and..
It was empty.
Nothing, no one was in it.
The dresser was thrown open, yet completely empty. The closets were empty, nothing inside. It was like Alex was never in the room before.
Quatre quivered, and in his final act of frustration, he fell to his knees and screamed, "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
~~~~~~~
Quatre rushed up to his room on the fifth floor to gather his things. It was a stupid act when the whole city was on fire, but he needed to call Rashid.
His phone was just picking up a message when he slammed the door open.
"Quatre!" the voice called out urgently. "If you can hear me, kid..Listen, the new Mobile Suit is attacking San Francisco! Quatre, you have to get out of there! Another new suit is attacking Munich in Germany, and another in London! Quatre, get out of there!"
He couldn't believe it. No, it couldn't be true. What kind of being would pilot such a murderer? When he piloted the Sandrock, at least he attacked the BAD GUYS. This was slaughter.
In panic, he ran out of the Holiday Inn, praying he wouldn't be killed. All thoughts of Alex left him.
A sick grin spread across the navy-haired teenager's face as she flicked another switch, watching the building crumble. She knew she was killing, but it never occurred to her that this was a bad thing.
"This is justice," she smirked, "just with a few sacrifices. The Gundam pilot here WILL die!" More bullets and rockets fired out of the black mobile suit as she laughed. "Nothing can beat the Black Gemini!"
~~~~~~~
His chest heaved up and down heavily. Quatre was out of breath, and it seemed the mobile suit was following him. It had caught sight of him, and was shooting and him as he ran, of course, not really caring if it killed innocents in the process.
Quatre found an alley where he thought he could buy some time. His shirt was soaked with sweat and his legs were getting hot under his pants. He didn't know if it was from the fire or the constant running from the MS.
He said to himself through his breathing, "I wish..Heero.had said." he looked up at the flames, "if the Mobile Suit...was on our side..."
~~~~~~~
"Come out here, Gundam Pilot!" Her smirk grew. She laughed at the misfortune of the tiny ants squashed beneath her that used to be human souls. She felt dominance, she felt alive.
The vibration of the explosions throbbed in her fingers at the controls. Tire tracks ran down her veins as the car went into overdrive. Her adrenaline was in a rush, a constant race in her heartbeat. Her chest was heaving also, but her life force was at high.
She grinned as she looked at a meter on the control panel. "My life force is off the charts. Heheh," she breathed, sweat pouring down her cheeks, "I'll have him dead in a bit, Black Gemini. We'll give you a rest, okay?" Her breath was getting heavy as her chest heaved up and down. Her navy blue hair stuck to her forehead and her neck as she turned to the screen that showed the outside world.
"Eheheh," she breathed heavily, "San Francisco, destroyed. And a dead girl is responsible." Her sick grin widened as she pushed forward on the levers that her gloved hands held.
~~~~~~~
"No," Quatre coughed, "it's coming closer." It wasn't just closer; the machine was looming right over him, it's large gun pointed right at him. Gods, he thought, that gun must be larger the Heavyarms'.
He was struck still. Was he going to die here? It was a tragic way to die, looking at it. But no, he couldn't die here. He just couldn't! There had to be something to stop it. Besides, according to Major Sally, there were others.
The sound of bullets scraping metal exploded in his ears. As Quatre looked behind him, he saw Mobile Suits shooting at the black death angel. It stumbled a bit, but it didn't turn around.
Quatre stood shocked. Both the Maganacs and Preventers were shooting at this MS, yet it was barely moving, or being affected
"Quatre, I'm not letting ANY distractions prevent me from killing you. Those pathetic Mobile Suits can try, but they make no effect."
Quatre was struck. The machine's pilot was talking to him.
It was a girl's voice.
"Please!" he pleaded to the mecha, "stop this! If you want to kill me, kill me, but stop killing these innocent people! What did they ever do to you?"
"What?" the voice mocked, "these Mobile Suits are blasting me so loud to try to destroy me that I can't hear you, Quatre Rebarba Winner!"
Quatre shook his head. In front of him was his possible end and behind that was a barrage of Mobile Suits trying to protect him, even though they were making no effect on the new MS.
The pilot inside tilted her head, her sick grin showing even more. "Now," she said breathlessly, "you die." Slowly, with satisfaction, she pulled the trigger back.
~~~~~~~
*Flashback*
"Marissa, are you sure you're fit to be a Gemini pilot?" The cold blue eyes stared down at the small girl with scorn. She looked down on her as if she was a weak insect.
And she couldn't believe it. She had saved her when she was dying in that forest. She remembered the day she stumbled upon the body. She had been shot at least five times and was basically dead. But no, little alone Marissa used her medical skills to save her. Then she left and left Marissa alone again.
And then Marissa ran into Arielle.
"What are you talking about? Of course I am! I helped design the new version!"
That didn't seem to faze her. "And?" she cocked an eyebrow.
"And," she started, "that means that there's a Gemini for me! And I pilot it!"
"Marissa, you can't even stand blood.how in hell are you going to-"
But she was caught off. Marissa had reached up and slapped her. Hard.
An ugly bruise formed where she had slapped her. Naomi growled as blood trickled down her chin and glared at Marissa. Marissa had some thoughts about maybe immediately apologizing to Naomi. But no. she had saved her life when she was DYING. She was practically dead, and she had saved her. The supposedly "dead" Naomi Alex Atsui was alive.
Marissa was violently pushed on the metal floor of the desert base. Naomi seemed violently angry.
"You think," she quivered with anger, "that one slap can stop me from talking, but you can't slap everything, Marissa. What will you do when our enemies rise up and try to kill you, huh? Will you jump out of the Red Gemini and slap them too?"
*End Flashback*
Marissa sighed as she stood on the outskirts of the burning. Quatre was going to die. That nice boy from camp. True, he was an enemy, but.if it was any other of the Gundam pilots, she would back off, but..
Naomi, she thought, this has to stop.
~~~~~~~
The light was hot and bright. Even before the blast hit him, it was burning him. The fabric of his shirt gave way by little bits as the flame slowly reached him..
~~~~~~~
"Master Quatre! Master Quatre!" He opened his eyes and groaned. The sky was black. There was no more fire. No more heat and scorching death blasts. Just a ruined city. And now two machines.
"Rashid!" he shot up. The pain stabbed him and he screamed. Immediately, the faithful attendant was at his side to comfort him.
"Shhh," Rashid whispered. "You are safe now."
He was confused. "Didn't the.why.?"
Rashid smiled, but then turned to the two machines that seemed to be fighting with each other. Quatre recognized one of them immediately as the one that supposedly tried to kill him.
And it did, didn't it?
"Let me explain, Master Quatre," Rashid spoke softly, yet not swaying his gaze from the two fighting Mobile Suits. Away from the fight were the Preventers resting, some bringing back bodies, and the rest of the Maganacs. Quatre's eye's widened when he saw Wufei, but he had looked so serious, Quatre thought he might bother him if he called his name.
Wufei seemed to notice Quatre. He walked over to his injured former- Gundam Pilot.
"How are you doing?"
"Can you just tell me what happened?"
They both let out a sigh. Rashid was the first to start. "Right before you could have been destroyed by that blast, another unknown Mobile Suit came out of nowhere and deflected the blast right back at the other one. "It seems they're both named Gemini, but go according to the main color."
"The one that supposedly saved you was the Red Gemini. The one that destroyed San Francisco is called the Black Gemini."
"And it seems that for the past four hours they've been battling non- stop."
Wufei grimaced. "What's even more surprising is the name of the pilot the Red Gemini keeps calling to the Black Gemini."
"Why?" Quatre looked up and asked.
He sighed. "Because the owner of that name was reported dead three years ago."
"Master Quatre," Rashid stood before the limousine, "are you sure we cannot accompany you to the hotel?"
Quatre smiled and shook his head. "Rashid, thank you, but I'm fine." Quatre stepped out of the luxury car and into the hotel he was staying at. Meanwhile, he didn't notice who was standing in the phone booth only a few yards away from him. What he did notice, however, was a gigantic cargo truck. A thought struck him for a second, but he shook it away. This was a docking station he was nearby. There were tons of cargo trucks here.
In the phone booth a few yards away, a young blue-haired girl about sixteen cursed as she saw Quatre walk into the hotel. When the telephone picked up, she spoke in.
"Yes? Uh-huh. Just a single room. Yeah, I'm alone. Fifty a night for me? Sure, that's good. The bags there? Thank you. I'll be over in a bit." She sighed as she hung up the phone and took out a pen.
~~~~~~~
"Major Sally! There is a report of a new MS moving towards the San Francisco area! I think you may want to check it out!"
~~~~~~~
Quatre walked down the hall of the Holiday Inn and rested himself against the wall of the corridor. Luckily, since he was alone, not that many people noticed him. As much as he appreciated the Maganacs and their company, he just needed to be alone. Or at least with someone his own age.
Scary how things happen right when you think of them.
Yawning, a teenage girl with light brown hair yawned and stretched her arms over her head, yawning and complaining miserably.
"Stupid fate," she muttered to herself. Nothing was going as she had planned. Nothing. "And this hotel is really boring," she muttered to herself again, expecting no one else to be in the hallway. She cursed in Japanese as she saw who was leaning against the wall. He was bound to notice her, but she tried to sneak past him anyways.
Quatre looked up at the sound of talking and was surprised at what he saw. Maybe he was right about the stupid cargo truck. Either way, he never expected her to be here,
"A-Alex?" his eyes widened at the sight of her. Maybe it wasn't at the fact that she was here. Somehow, he found himself blushing.
She put her weight to her side and crossed her arms. "You know, I told you we would meet again. Sooner than ya think."
His thoughts lingered on what she had said right before she had left. She had said the exact same thing.
He smiled. "It's good to see you, Alex." He got off his place on the wall and started walking with her.
"Yeah, you too. So, here on Quatre Rebarba Winner business?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but I have to say, it's-"
"A pain in the ass?"
"Exactly," he agreed with her.
"Yeah, well, I'm on business too."
"You are?" His eyebrows rose.
"Ur,.,." she stuttered, as if realizing a mistake she made. She slapped her head and was silent for a moment. Looking up, she saw she was making Quatre even more suspicious. "Yeah, it seems I have a cousin in town. He wanted me to come over. I might move in with him."
"Oh." The silence fell between them like a wall. Quatre looked over to her for the hundredth time, this time noticing what was strapped to her back. It was a guitar case.
"Alex?"
"Yeah," she immediately knew what he was asking, "I'm playing a few gigs in towns here and there to earn money. Just at small time places."
"I've heard you before. You're pretty good."
She finally smiled. "Thanks, man." By the time they had stopped walking, they found themselves at the door of the Holiday Inn. Alex looked out the glass door and spotted something that satisfied her.
"Hey, Quatre," she looked to him, "wanna get lunch?"
~~~~~~~
Wufei sighed unhappily as he looked at the map of the San Francisco area. Things in the Preventers had finally calmed down a bit. But no, the new Mobile Suit that Heero had warned the former-Gundam pilots about was real. And it was close to where Quatre was.
"Do you think we should warn Quatre?" Sally asked him from across the table with the map spread out.
Wufei shook his head. "I don't do much with the other pilots. If anything, the others should warn him."
Sally frowned. "Wufei, he is your friend, isn't he?"
"Maybe, but I do my own work."
"And your own justice, right?" she muttered under her breath. It seemed that he had heard her. Angry, he whipped his head around and glared at her. He parted his lips as if he was going to say something, but he kept his mouth shut and walked out of the room in silence.
Sally sighed and looked at the ceiling, hoping for an answer. There he went again, his fiery temper. She never really could remember him actually smiling about anything, but she knew; that was just like Chang Wufei.
"Well, then, I'll contact someone who will actually care..no, I'll contact Quatre myself."
~~~~~~~
San Francisco was well lit at night. Quatre looked out over the town and thought it looked just wonderful. He needed something to smile about.
Alex had seemed so distant that day. She had invited him to lunch, but it was like right afterwards, she wanted to get rid off him as soon as possible. What was up with her?
He was thinking of going to sleep; he had a stupid business meeting tomorrow. He slipped under the covers and thought about drifting off to sleep..
But none of San Francisco could sleep that night. And some people in that town slept their last.
~~~~~~~
Screams were inevitable to drown out. They were the music of the city. Fire was sweeping over the large city like wind. Some people in the unfortunate building caught on fire, screamed. They felt their skin burn, the fire burning into their veins. They screamed as the fires consumed them.
Others were shot to death by bullets. There was nothing they could do as a large mechanical death angel stood over them, some other pedestrians dying as the blood flowed out from under it's feet; the mecha had crushed the bodies it walked on and blew the humans below it apart with it's bullets that no soul could live through.
Quatre rushed out of him room and ran down the stairs to the Holiday Inn's lobby. Maybe Alex was down there. He couldn't leave his friend here.
There was no way to get through the mayhem. The glass doors where shattered and the smoke from outside was billowing in. Bullets were raining in and hitting anyone who was dumbstruck by the tragedy. Quatre rushed up the stairs to the second floor, but it was almost as bad as the first. He knew that the higher up he went, the more time he had to think of what to do. He knew Alex was on the third floor.
"Alex!" he rammed his fist violently on the door. "Come one! We've got to get out of here! San Francisco is about to be blown apart!" He knocked violently, but there was no answer. Quatre put his head on the door and let out a sob of frustration, but he knew he shouldn't give up. She could be injured and dying in there, he thought. He had to do something. He ran down the hall as an idea popped into his head. He found the nearest fire hose and fax. He threw open the box with the hose inside and used the metal end to break open the case holding the ax. Grabbing the ax, he remembered he could have just used his gun, but he dismissed the thought as he ran back to her room. Lifting the fire ax over his head, he let it fall down on the lock, the piece of metal dropping to the floor with the ax. Quatre kicked open the door with all his might and it opened, then fell to the floor with the hinges. "Alex!" he called out. He finally stepped into the room, and..
It was empty.
Nothing, no one was in it.
The dresser was thrown open, yet completely empty. The closets were empty, nothing inside. It was like Alex was never in the room before.
Quatre quivered, and in his final act of frustration, he fell to his knees and screamed, "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
~~~~~~~
Quatre rushed up to his room on the fifth floor to gather his things. It was a stupid act when the whole city was on fire, but he needed to call Rashid.
His phone was just picking up a message when he slammed the door open.
"Quatre!" the voice called out urgently. "If you can hear me, kid..Listen, the new Mobile Suit is attacking San Francisco! Quatre, you have to get out of there! Another new suit is attacking Munich in Germany, and another in London! Quatre, get out of there!"
He couldn't believe it. No, it couldn't be true. What kind of being would pilot such a murderer? When he piloted the Sandrock, at least he attacked the BAD GUYS. This was slaughter.
In panic, he ran out of the Holiday Inn, praying he wouldn't be killed. All thoughts of Alex left him.
A sick grin spread across the navy-haired teenager's face as she flicked another switch, watching the building crumble. She knew she was killing, but it never occurred to her that this was a bad thing.
"This is justice," she smirked, "just with a few sacrifices. The Gundam pilot here WILL die!" More bullets and rockets fired out of the black mobile suit as she laughed. "Nothing can beat the Black Gemini!"
~~~~~~~
His chest heaved up and down heavily. Quatre was out of breath, and it seemed the mobile suit was following him. It had caught sight of him, and was shooting and him as he ran, of course, not really caring if it killed innocents in the process.
Quatre found an alley where he thought he could buy some time. His shirt was soaked with sweat and his legs were getting hot under his pants. He didn't know if it was from the fire or the constant running from the MS.
He said to himself through his breathing, "I wish..Heero.had said." he looked up at the flames, "if the Mobile Suit...was on our side..."
~~~~~~~
"Come out here, Gundam Pilot!" Her smirk grew. She laughed at the misfortune of the tiny ants squashed beneath her that used to be human souls. She felt dominance, she felt alive.
The vibration of the explosions throbbed in her fingers at the controls. Tire tracks ran down her veins as the car went into overdrive. Her adrenaline was in a rush, a constant race in her heartbeat. Her chest was heaving also, but her life force was at high.
She grinned as she looked at a meter on the control panel. "My life force is off the charts. Heheh," she breathed, sweat pouring down her cheeks, "I'll have him dead in a bit, Black Gemini. We'll give you a rest, okay?" Her breath was getting heavy as her chest heaved up and down. Her navy blue hair stuck to her forehead and her neck as she turned to the screen that showed the outside world.
"Eheheh," she breathed heavily, "San Francisco, destroyed. And a dead girl is responsible." Her sick grin widened as she pushed forward on the levers that her gloved hands held.
~~~~~~~
"No," Quatre coughed, "it's coming closer." It wasn't just closer; the machine was looming right over him, it's large gun pointed right at him. Gods, he thought, that gun must be larger the Heavyarms'.
He was struck still. Was he going to die here? It was a tragic way to die, looking at it. But no, he couldn't die here. He just couldn't! There had to be something to stop it. Besides, according to Major Sally, there were others.
The sound of bullets scraping metal exploded in his ears. As Quatre looked behind him, he saw Mobile Suits shooting at the black death angel. It stumbled a bit, but it didn't turn around.
Quatre stood shocked. Both the Maganacs and Preventers were shooting at this MS, yet it was barely moving, or being affected
"Quatre, I'm not letting ANY distractions prevent me from killing you. Those pathetic Mobile Suits can try, but they make no effect."
Quatre was struck. The machine's pilot was talking to him.
It was a girl's voice.
"Please!" he pleaded to the mecha, "stop this! If you want to kill me, kill me, but stop killing these innocent people! What did they ever do to you?"
"What?" the voice mocked, "these Mobile Suits are blasting me so loud to try to destroy me that I can't hear you, Quatre Rebarba Winner!"
Quatre shook his head. In front of him was his possible end and behind that was a barrage of Mobile Suits trying to protect him, even though they were making no effect on the new MS.
The pilot inside tilted her head, her sick grin showing even more. "Now," she said breathlessly, "you die." Slowly, with satisfaction, she pulled the trigger back.
~~~~~~~
*Flashback*
"Marissa, are you sure you're fit to be a Gemini pilot?" The cold blue eyes stared down at the small girl with scorn. She looked down on her as if she was a weak insect.
And she couldn't believe it. She had saved her when she was dying in that forest. She remembered the day she stumbled upon the body. She had been shot at least five times and was basically dead. But no, little alone Marissa used her medical skills to save her. Then she left and left Marissa alone again.
And then Marissa ran into Arielle.
"What are you talking about? Of course I am! I helped design the new version!"
That didn't seem to faze her. "And?" she cocked an eyebrow.
"And," she started, "that means that there's a Gemini for me! And I pilot it!"
"Marissa, you can't even stand blood.how in hell are you going to-"
But she was caught off. Marissa had reached up and slapped her. Hard.
An ugly bruise formed where she had slapped her. Naomi growled as blood trickled down her chin and glared at Marissa. Marissa had some thoughts about maybe immediately apologizing to Naomi. But no. she had saved her life when she was DYING. She was practically dead, and she had saved her. The supposedly "dead" Naomi Alex Atsui was alive.
Marissa was violently pushed on the metal floor of the desert base. Naomi seemed violently angry.
"You think," she quivered with anger, "that one slap can stop me from talking, but you can't slap everything, Marissa. What will you do when our enemies rise up and try to kill you, huh? Will you jump out of the Red Gemini and slap them too?"
*End Flashback*
Marissa sighed as she stood on the outskirts of the burning. Quatre was going to die. That nice boy from camp. True, he was an enemy, but.if it was any other of the Gundam pilots, she would back off, but..
Naomi, she thought, this has to stop.
~~~~~~~
The light was hot and bright. Even before the blast hit him, it was burning him. The fabric of his shirt gave way by little bits as the flame slowly reached him..
~~~~~~~
"Master Quatre! Master Quatre!" He opened his eyes and groaned. The sky was black. There was no more fire. No more heat and scorching death blasts. Just a ruined city. And now two machines.
"Rashid!" he shot up. The pain stabbed him and he screamed. Immediately, the faithful attendant was at his side to comfort him.
"Shhh," Rashid whispered. "You are safe now."
He was confused. "Didn't the.why.?"
Rashid smiled, but then turned to the two machines that seemed to be fighting with each other. Quatre recognized one of them immediately as the one that supposedly tried to kill him.
And it did, didn't it?
"Let me explain, Master Quatre," Rashid spoke softly, yet not swaying his gaze from the two fighting Mobile Suits. Away from the fight were the Preventers resting, some bringing back bodies, and the rest of the Maganacs. Quatre's eye's widened when he saw Wufei, but he had looked so serious, Quatre thought he might bother him if he called his name.
Wufei seemed to notice Quatre. He walked over to his injured former- Gundam Pilot.
"How are you doing?"
"Can you just tell me what happened?"
They both let out a sigh. Rashid was the first to start. "Right before you could have been destroyed by that blast, another unknown Mobile Suit came out of nowhere and deflected the blast right back at the other one. "It seems they're both named Gemini, but go according to the main color."
"The one that supposedly saved you was the Red Gemini. The one that destroyed San Francisco is called the Black Gemini."
"And it seems that for the past four hours they've been battling non- stop."
Wufei grimaced. "What's even more surprising is the name of the pilot the Red Gemini keeps calling to the Black Gemini."
"Why?" Quatre looked up and asked.
He sighed. "Because the owner of that name was reported dead three years ago."