A Different Side
By SariaSubi-kun
SariaSubi: And now part two! -_-" Although I didn't get any reviews on part one…or the chapter after it…
Of Pasts Long Forgotten and Unforgiven: Naomi Alexandra Atsui
Part II
"Who the hell are you?!" Naomi stood in stance, ready to rip the hair off the girl in front of her, even though it didn't make much sense to, especially since she just laid eyes on her.
The girl was shaking. "My…my name is…"
"Spit it out, damnit!" She could barely realize why she seemed so angry at the girl.
"A-Alex Bloomfield," she quivered, slowly edging away from Naomi.
Naomi's eyes widened. "Oh no you don't!" She lunged at the girl and caught her arm, wrenching her towards her and leaning in. Their faces were inches away from each other, and the girl was horrified.
"Let me go!" she screamed.
"No," Naomi breathed, clenching her teeth, pulling the writhing girl closer. Naomi looked deep into the girl's terrified hazel eyes and looked down at her body. Wait a minute…
Naomi pushed the girl back at arms distance, but still kept an iron grip on her wrist. Alex's face twisted in pain as Naomi tightened her hold on the girl's wrist, twisting her skin. "You will tell me," Naomi growled, "where you have come from."
"I—I came from the—the search team, by the destroyed OZ base."
Naomi's eyes widened. OZ base! She growled and shoved the girl, and her eyes darkened, her teeth clenched.
"Hey," Alex pointed at her, "aren't you that girl…who they said was kill—" But her hazel eyes stopped, dead and still, and she let out a cry. Her hands went to her stomach, where the pain was immense. The blood poured out, and tears fell down her white face.
Naomi grunted and twisted the knife in the girl's abdomen. When she believed the girl was as good as dead, she kicked the body off the knife, the girl's lifeless body falling to the forest floor.
She frowned when she looked at the immense amount of blood on her hands and the knife. Her eyes slowly followed the trail of blood to the body, and then she dropped the knife.
Her breath stopped in her throat, and her eyes widened as the color drained from her face.
What had happened? She didn't even realize what she had done until she saw the twisted gash in the girl's stomach, the dark, cold, and dead blood that was still gushing out from her onto the dirt, staining the earth. Naomi just couldn't take it all in at first. Without even thinking…
…Naomi had killed a girl
An innocent girl.
For no purpose.
Naomi backed away from the corpse, her eyes still wide in terror, looking at her hands. This couldn't be true, it just couldn't. Why had she killed her? Why? Why?
It was like that song
Penance can't absolve your sin
All your belief cannot absolve your sin
Reap your life
like you want recognize all you've come to
Reap your life
Veiled in shadow
Recognize faces of the crucified
I can hear their screams tonight; ever haunting me
What had she done?
I killed her, her mind even refused to speak to her. Her only thought was I killed her, I killed her.
Penance can't absolve your sin.
"What have I done?" she quivered, backing out of the forest. "No, no," she shook her navy head violently. "No!" she started to scream, praying with all her life that when she would open her blue eyes, the body would be gone. But when she opened them, she only looked upon the blood in the dirt and grass, and it was seeping towards her…
"Rot in hell!" she screamed at the blood. "I hope your soul never rests, you bitch!" she shrieked. But the blood moved closer and closer, almost touching her shoes.
Her blue eyes no longer cold, but wide and terrified, she turned and fled the forest, holding her ears to try and stop the pounding of the girl's dead heart in her mind.
Reap your life
Veiled in shadow
Recognize faces of the crucified
I can hear their screams tonight; ever haunting me
She couldn't take the immense weight that was coming from Lady Phoenix's or Marissa's stares. The Mobile Suits were out front, and everything was ready to go. But Naomi didn't want to build the Gemini anymore. Not after that. She thought she could put her conscience behind her when she left her father, but she was even starting to feel bad about that too…
"Father, I'm going to Earth, and you can't stop me."
"Nao—"
"I said you can't stop me!" she closed her eyes and shouted, her back to him and the bag clutched tightly in her hand. She grit her teeth and growled at the kindness of the man.
But his eyes softened. "Then good luck, my dear. I hope you find happiness." She grunted and started to leave the office. "I have a flight ready for you, dear!" he called after her, but she tried to ignore him. The door seemed so far away now. Just shut up, old man, she snarled in her thoughts.
"And," he said after his calls were ignored, his eyes becoming heavy with sadness, "I love you, Naomi-chan. You are always the most important thing to me."
She stopped, her hand dead on the door handle. Her eyes widened for a minute, but she ground her teeth against each other, the ugly feeling snapping her back to reality. She grumbled again and left the office, for the last time, and slammed the door hard, leaving Yossonan Atsui with gathering tears, but a hopeful smile on his face.
"What are you doing now?" she asked the pillow, knowing the question would never reach her father. He was probably holding a memorial service for her with the rest of the Atsui family, most of whom she chose to ignore and never meet. Then he would move on, run Atsui Enterprises, and maybe remarry and have another kid to succeed him. She could very well imagine him doing that. "And I'll be forgotten, just like I wanted," she murmured darkly to herself.
"…always the most important thing to me."
Alright father, but dead, or alive? Which do you prefer of me?
There was a knock at the door.
"Go away." She knew it was Marissa by the lightness of the knock and because Lady Phoenix really didn't seem to give a shit about her.
"Naomi, I didn't risk dying to get the suit so you can shut yourself up in my room and give up. What'll happen when you wake up from this?" She opened the door and stepped in. Naomi's anger, however, started to dangerously climb…"I'm not going to let you stay here forever. If you don't do something, I'll tell the authorities that Naomi Atsui is alive and in my house, and they'll believe me, seeing as you aren't too far from where you were 'killed'."
"Shut up!" Naomi shrieked into the pillow. She leapt off the pillow and shoved Marissa into the back of the door, holding the girl's shoulder roughly in her calloused hand. She gritted her teeth, a nasty, wild look in her eyes. "You know nothing. You want to know something for once?" she growled breathlessly. "I just killed a girl. She's dead! She's out there in the woods, her damn blood still on the grass." Her eyelids started to tremble, and she tore away from Marissa, the smaller girl clutching her shoulder and slumping down against the door.
Naomi clenched her fists. "I…I just can't take it anymore. I hate having a conscience. I thought it had died, but…seeing that girl…" She started to shake, an unwanted trembling coming from her. Her voice cracked. "Looking so much like…me…" Naomi looked back on Marissa, her eyes soft and pleading. "You don't seem to be affected. Do…do you have a conscience?"
Marissa sighed and straightened herself, standing up but still grasping her shoulder. She inhaled deeply before she spoke, her breath shaky. "It's not whether I have one or not. I just make sure that I throw everything out."
Naomi cocked an eyebrow and looked at her strangely. "Excuse me?"
"Well, it's like a recycling bin on the computer. You delete files, but they're still in the bin unless you delete them forever. I don't really let things affect me, but I still keep them in my mind. Maybe to learn from them, to take them as lessons or warnings." She looked up at Naomi, her hand slowly leaving her shoulder. But that was a mistake, and she winced in pain, her hand flying to grasp it again.
"B-Besides," she continued, "whether you let things bother you or not externally, one day they will hurt you internally. It might be the next day, it might not be for a few years. But just remember this Naomi: it's alright to push things away, memories you don't want. Just remember they're never going to fully leave you, unless you find some way to empty the recycling bin forever."
Later that night, Naomi sat and looked at the moon from the window in the room. A sling bag of her old mechanical tools that Marissa had found on her when Naomi's body was found hung on her shoulder. Naomi could always trust her tools. She had even made a few of herself. Maybe her father was right, and maybe she was a type of mechanical genius. She shook her head, a sad smile appearing on her face; she didn't need to make her father proud anymore. All she was doing now was making him cry.
Lady Phoenix stepped into the room without knocking. Naomi bit her lip and looked at her with irritation, her eyes becoming cold at the intruder of her solitude. "What do you want?"
The old lady made her way slowly across the room, her cane her only help. She looked up at Naomi's back, a small smile making its way across her old face, which had a scar running down her right cheek. "Marissa told me what happened earlier today."
Naomi rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Figures."
Lady Phoenix shook her head and wobbled over next to Naomi. "You know, I was once part of the United Earth Sphere Alliance. That is why I am Lady Phoenix."
"What's with the Phoenix?"
"Codename," she shrugged. "But anyways, I know all about weapons and warfare. I was there when the alliance started, I joined in After Colony 140. I may not so much understand the Mobile Suits of today, and all this new stuff. I leave that to my husband, who I told you is Doktor S."
"Yes," Naomi looked out on the stars distantly. "The creator of Gundam Heavyarms. The pilot is Trowa Barton." Her eyes narrowed and her voice drifted. "Trowa…that was the heir to the Barton Foundation, wasn't he?"
The old squaw smiled. "Ah, yes, but the real Trowa is dead."
"I beg your pardon?"
Lady Phoenix shook her head. "The real Trowa wanted to commence with Operation Meteor, but one of my husband's associates shot him because he wanted to cooperate with a plan that would end up having 2 billion people dead. A mechanic who had grown attached to the suit came forward and offered to pilot it, but he had no name. So my husband and him decided he would take the name Trowa Barton." She looked at the stars with Naomi. "That boy sure is quiet, I've met him. He looks like he can be sweet, but he just needs a little push. Such a young boy being thrown into war. He's only a year older than you
"You told me."
"Ah, I am old, and I can forget things." She shook her head and stomped her cane. "Back to my point."
"There was a point?"
"Now, don't get cocky with me, Naomi," Phoenix narrowed her old, sparkling eyes. "What I came here for was to help you."
"With what?"
"Your…problem." She shifted on her bad foot and leaned on her
cane for a second, looking wearily out the window. It was very dark in the
room. "This girl that you killed, what was her name?"
Naomi's eyes fell, a cold
silence wiping over the pleasure of seeing the stars. "She said she was…Alex
Bloomfield or something like that." She shook her head. "I had tried to forget."
"Just remember they're never going to fully leave you, unless you find some way to empty the recycling bin forever."
I guess she was right.
Lady Phoenix had seemed to read her mind and chuckled quietly. Naomi looked down at the old woman with a puzzled look. Had she listened to their conversation from earlier? Ah, it didn't mind. What was the old woman saying, now?
"Well, that Alex Bloomfield may have in a way helped you," she spoke up. "Since we can pretty much assume she's dead—"
"Yeah," Naomi interrupted bitterly with a sour look on her face.
"—maybe you can take her name."
Naomi froze, a shocked look spreading across her visage. Take her name? What in hell was this woman talking about. "What? How…you…?"
Lady Phoenix just closed her eyes and smiled. "I told you how Trowa took the real Trowa's name. He was without a name, and since the world thinks you are dead, you are without a name as well. This Alex girl…what did she look like?"
Naomi rubbed her chin, deep in thought, trying to think of the girl before all the blood. "Well, she had chestnut hair, green eyes…but besides that, she was—" She gasped.
Nearly a mirror image of her with different colors!
"—she…she looked exactly like me…except with the hair and the eyes…" She stood, shocked at the window, her mouth wide open. But strangely, a smile was tugging at her lips.
Lady Phoenix smiled and nodded. "From now on, to the public, you are Alex Bloomfield. All we need is hair dye and green eye contacts, and you're a new girl!" She turned to Naomi and held her arms. "Naomi, isn't this wonderful? You can see the light of the world again. Now do you feel bad about killing her?"
Naomi's pale face strangely formed a smile, for the first time in a long while. No, she thought, this is wonderful.
Outside the room, standing at the door and still holding her shoulder, Marissa watched with heavy eyes and a deep frown…
That morning the girls left. There were many places that a base could be built, but they had to pick the perfect spot. Somewhere that no one will go was what they always said in the movies. No, this had to be perfect. Someplace no one really would go.
They settled in the desert. Yep, smack in the middle of a freaking desert in Arabia. It didn't seem the best place at first, but there were towns nearby, and if they ever needed anything long-term, they always had a jet or MS nearby.
The Black Gemini was finally completed in the summer of AC 195. Naomi and Marissa had turned fourteen and were tired and weary. Together, they had built what would become the Mobile Suit to surpass the Gundams.
In the winter they completed the Red Gemini. Marissa wanted it different than the Black Gemini so that the two wouldn't be copies of each other. But it still stood that the Black Gemini was the stronger. Still, it was amazing how these girls were able to accomplish what they did.
The Black Gemini and the Red Gemini each had their own special features. The Red Gemini, although weaker than the Black, could become invisible and vanish off all radars and tracking systems, even those of any other Gemini model if she wanted. Both suits stole many ideas from the makeups of the Gundams: both were inserted with a Hyper Jammer, which came from the Deathscythe. The Hyper Jammer allowed the suits to approach any target undetected. The Red had two "shoulder pads" that were loaded with missiles that were able for launch, and underneath the missiles, a mini gattling gun. The Red was a little more slim than the black, designed to maneuver and strike the enemy unexpected.
The Black, however, was more for brutal assault. Black like a hell demon, the terror was best for night, but for space as well. Inserted with special thrusters on its backpack, the Black Gemini was meant to do excellent in both space and ground. Although it did not have as much grace as the Red, it would do far more damage. The cockpit entrance was in the back of the suit instead of the front. The elbows of the arms held openings for large sabers that were hidden in the arms of the suit. When activated, the swords came out of the elbows, and had the best cutting ability that rivaled the Sandrock's Heat Shotels. The special ability of the heat sabers, as they were named, was the heat. The sabers could also heat up and have even more ability to slice through enemies, and buildings, quicker than it would dormant.
The Red Gemini had two "pads" on its hips. They were actually mini shields that were seated there. When needed, they would hatch onto the suit's hands. They could block regularly,
Soon, it was a year later. Both Naomi and Marissa were fifteen. Then things started to change…
Naomi was sprawled on the couch in the dark living room, the TV on and a bag of baked potato chips at her side. She rubbed her eyes, her now-chestnut hair frazzled and flying in every which way. She yawned, tired from the night before, which she had spent working on another one of her Mobile Transports. Her eyes hurt to be open, but she couldn't find the will to close them, in fear of that hurting too much as well.
All of a sudden, a little girl who looked like she was seven with orange hair came on the screen in a military uniform. Naomi sat up straight on the couch and leaned forward towards the TV.
"I would like to announce that we, Colony L-3 X18999, declare independence from the United Earth Nation, and at the same time, declare war."
Naomi's blue eyes widened with interest. "Didn't the war just end?" she asked herself. She sat back on the couch and continued munching on the chips. The girl continued to say that her name was Mariemaia Kushrenada. Naomi almost choked on her chips.
"Naomi, you okay?" Marissa called from the bathroom.
"Yeah, fine." Naomi turned her attention back to the screen. "Mariemaia Kushrenada…" she said quietly to herself. The leader of OZ. But he's dead, isn't he? Gundam Pilot 05 destroyed the Mobile Suit he was in. I didn't know he had a daughter, though…however, I think Phoenix mentioned that she found out from her husband that Leia Barton of the Barton Foundation had a daughter named Mariemaia…
"Marissa!" she called.
Marissa, who had gotten up to go to the bathroom, rubbed her eyes as walked into the dark living room. "What?" she asked in a sleepy tone.
"You know how Phoenix's husband had that Barton kid as the Gundam Pilot, even though he wasn't the real Trowa?"
"Yeah? And?"
"Well, didn't Phoenix mention that the Barton Foundation's Leia Barton had a daughter, Mariemaia? She was the niece of the original Trowa, wasn't she?"
Marissa thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, that was the real Trowa Barton's neice. Mariemaia. I never knew her father, though."
"Well, look at the screen, because Mariemaia grew up and says that Treize is her father."
Now it was Marissa's time to choke. "Treize Kushrenada is her father!"
"Yep, and now she's the leader of a colony in the L3 and is declaring war on Earth."
Marissa sighed tiredly and fell back on the couch. "Another war? Wasn't there going to be peace?"
"If there was, then we spent a year building the Gemini for nothing." Naomi leaned back on the couch as well and bit her lip. "Well, I know one thing," she muttered bitterly, "I'm not having Relena Peacecraft taking away our weapons."
Marissa nodded. "No way she is. But besides, we're so far out in the desert. I doubt she'll find us."
"Yeah, no one else has." Naomi stood up, rubbing her arms for warm. She was only dressed in a black tank and green plaid boxer pants. The desert could get cold at night, and she knew she wasn't dressed warm enough. But she went to the front window and looked at the moon, how it was dissolving as a bit of light blue started to peak out on the horizon.
She looked back at Marissa, who was also in pajamas. "Marissa, what time is it?"
Marissa looked at the DVD/VCR timer. "Five. Why?"
Naomi walked hurriedly towards her room. "Because we need to get to town," her voice echoing through the empty halls.
It was just five thirty when Naomi and Marissa arrived at the Arabic town. They were clad in the clothing they had gotten used to, which varied because they got it from army charity centers.
Naomi ran her hand through her brown hair and tried to stifle a yawn as she and Marissa walked into the market place. It was just about to open, but that was the best time to buy anything before it became packed with busy buyers. They had become regulars there. There was always nifty stuff to trade with the spare parts that they had which were considered sacred to some poor, vying mechanics. And there was also the fact Naomi and Marissa needed food and water.
Which was funny. They had built a base in the middle of the desert with running water. Naomi herself thought she was well enough to be a plumber, since she was already an extraordinary mechanic. She found some water pipes after digging for a while and then connected those with her own. Sure, it was illegal, but hey, everything she did was illegal and she never got caught.
Some of the merchants looked up at the girls and smiled, some whose teeth were either yellow or missing, and Marissa smiled sweetly and waved in return.
Marissa, since she was dead to the world as well, had taken a few of her million middle names and combined them into her name [her original full name was Marissa Anshi Cenolone (sen-no-lon-nay) Shuukaku Mirith Natchios] that she used out in the public, Anshi Shuukaku.
In the dark corners of the murky streets, Naomi's ear twitched to hear rapid footsteps and even heavy breathing. Where is that coming from? She frowned and turned to wear she heard the sounds.
"Come on, Sato! You're running out of breath already?"
Naomi's eyes narrowed. Interesting indeed.
The two girls ran, a whole mess of things in a bundle in their arms. They were both panting, their hair flying behind them, sweat pouring from their foreheads. The shorter girl was in front, her dirty blonde hair flying into her face as she ran. She looked back on the brunette behind her for a quick second, before focusing her eyes to the alley.
"Come on, Sato! You're running out of breath already?"
Sato coughed. "Bitch," she hissed. "No wonder you were thrown in jail. You're a horrible thief."
"Shut the hell up. Now's not the time. We have to jet it out of here."
They both saw a light up ahead. The girl in front smiled as she thought she was going to safety. But out of the light came two silhouetted figures…
Crash.
"Ow…" she groaned, rubbing her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw the stuff that she had dropped all over the ground. Her eyes widened. "Ah, shit!" She rushed to pick it up, but when she reached for the wrench, a boot stepped on her hand.
"Fuuuuck," she closed her eyes and hissed, the weight of the combat boot crushing her hand.
Naomi snorted and bent down. She picked up some of the items. "A wrench, a cell phone, some pieces of wire. A walkie talkie." She threw a computer chip aside and looked down at the girl. "You stole these."
"Did not," she hissed, rubbing her hand.
"Yeah, you did," Marissa kneeled, taking a blank disc that was still in its case in her hands. "Alex, we traded this to the computer merchant two days ago. And this is your old wrench!"
Sato opened her eyes and growled, her rusty brown hair falling in her face. "Shit. What are you, merchant police?"
Naomi cocked a brow. "No. I do, however, want to know who you are."
"Sato, Arielle. Now get off her hand before I cut off both of yours!"
Naomi narrowed her green eyes. "Oh really…interesting. I wonder if you can actually accomplish what you are threatening." She took her boot off Arielle's hand and kicked her to the side.
Sato hissed and leaped up to her feet. "Wanna bet?!" she growled.
Naomi grinned wickedly, amused. "Yes," she said slowly and softly, "I do."
Marissa tugged on her shirt. "Naomi," she hissed in a whisper. "Back off!"
"I thought she said your name was Alex!" Sato pointed.
"Well, it seems we have a lot of things incorrect, don't we?" Naomi jumped at Sato, kicking her square in the ribs. She groaned as the pain hit her body, but she opened her eyes and punched Naomi in the cheek. Naomi fell back and growled, rubbing the large bruise that was forming on her cheek.
"My, my, you can fight, you rat."
"If I'm a rat, then you're a donkey's ass!" Sato let out a cry and lunged at Naomi. She dodged a few of the blows, but this Sato girl had a good pace. Shit. This isn't exactly what I had planned.
"Marissa!" she yelled, dodging another punch, "get the Jeep started! I'll be right there!"
Marissa nodded. "Right!" She turned to get to the vehicle, but Arielle on the ground wouldn't have her get away. This girl's companion was already attacking Sato. She muttered and got to her feet, running after Marissa.
Marissa looked back as she ran, seeing that girl who had been on the ground following her. "What the hell do you want?!"
Arielle said nothing. She just pushed harder to catch up.
Marissa got to the car and started it, but Arielle jumped onto the back. Marissa cursed and steered the wheel violently, turning car almost on its side. Arielle, however, had gloves on and kept a firm grip on the back seat of the Jeep. Marissa looked back frantically as she sped the automobile through the streets, trying to remember what street Naomi was on.
Meanwhile, in the back, Arielle was squinting against the wind as she struggled to stay on the card. She grit her teeth as she tried to climb to the front of the car. Soon, she fell into the backseat and sat herself up. Taking a handkerchief out of her pocket, she reached for Marissa…
Naomi pinned Sato's arm to her back and she forced the smaller girl's face into the dirt. "You don't fucking mess with me, your rat!" she spat.
Sato growled. "Talk all you want," she grumbled, bruises forming on her face, "but you still yak like a donkey's ass!"
Naomi furrowed her brow. "You are one annoying little bug.""
"Stop with the goddamn name calling!"
"Why don't you just stop altogether, Naomi Atsui." Naomi looked up to see the girl Arielle with a gun to Marissa's head. Naomi frowned at Marissa's easy defeat, but she sighed; it was slightly her fault for befriending such a weak girl.
"Why don't we forget the name and you let her go before you end up like your dear friend Sato here?" Naomi didn't even look at her. Sato growled and tried to shift in her position, but Naomi's angry eyes shot back open, and she forced more pressure on her arm, causing her to scream.
"You heard me!" Arielle shouted, pushing the gun harder into the smaller girl's temple. Marissa clenched her teeth as nervous perspiration poured down her forehead. "I'll blast your friend's brains out, then you're next! You're supposed to be dead anyway—" Out of nowhere, she lost her voice. She stared straight into a machine gun that was obviously stolen from some sort of military base. That gun could shoot her a lot faster that that pistol could shoot Marissa. Naomi still was looking at the dirt.
"I…said…FORGET THE GODDAMN NAME!" Naomi pushed the trigger without hesitation, spraying an array of bullets towards the two, regardless that she was shooting at one of her allies. Arielle pushed her captive away and flew in the other direction, but she didn't get out of the way fast enough before two of the bullets hit her. When Naomi heard her scream, she stopped.
The dust on the ground shrouded the area. Naomi just stood still, the gun in her hand still smoking. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for both Arielle and Marissa. Sato popped one eye opened, trying to shift again. Naomi nudged a warning into her back, and the girl stopped trying to move again.
The girl licked her dry lips and took a deep breath. "Come out. Both of you," she whispered in a soft voice. As the dust was starting to clear, she saw a shaky figure move towards her. By the height of the shadow, Naomi could tell it was Marissa. She rolled her eyes. Well, at least she didn't get killed, which I guess is a good thing. But even with Marissa's good condition, she didn't care for any of that. She knew she had heard Arielle scream. Now just to find her…
"Marissa, bind Sato's hands." Her hand gripped on the handle of the machine gun. "And her legs too. I don't care what else you do with her. Just throw her in the back seat."
Marissa took a deep gulp. "What are we going to do with them?" she croaked.
Naomi scanned the fading dust. A satisfied look came across her face when she spotted a pair of legs on the ground. "You'll see."
The two captured girls groaned from the stiffness in their backs. The ropes, although removed from them, still were there in feeling, like invisible bindings. Arielle sat up and rubbed the red marks on her wrist. She looked at her surroundings, then gasped, shaking Sato.
"Sato! Sato!" The Japanese girl wouldn't stir. Arielle rolled her eyes. "Damn you, Miratekaki." Arielle titled her head back and looked at what was above her. "Shit…it's like a hangar or somethin'." She turned around and nearly screamed at the two humungous Mobile Suits in front of her.
"Shit!"
Sato jolted awake at Arielle's cry. "Those things are like Gundams!"
"Actually,
ladies, better than the Gundams. And I'm offering you the chance to have
one of your own." Both girls looked up at a cord that held a human slowly
making its way down to them. The girl jumped off and took her goggles off.
"You," Sato hissed. Both of them took a step back.
Naomi cracked her neck and ran a hand through her hair. Grease and oil stains were smudged all over her hands and arms, and her face was lined with sweat. "I thought the two of you were interesting. That's when I decided to bring you here. I could use two more pilots."
Sato's slit eyes widened. "Pilots?
You want us to pilot those?"
Naomi laughed. "Hell no. The black one's mine, and
the red one is Marissa, the other girl that was with me. She's off doing
something or rather," she waved her hand, as if dismissing the girl's mention.
"You have to build your own, but I'll help you, I guess." She looked up at her
Black Gemini and put her hands on her hips. "The Gemini aren't
a truly original idea. Much of their parts are based of the Gundams." She
looked at the girls, whose interest seemed to be growing. Naomi sighed. Wiping
a hand on a cloth hanging out of her pocket, she reached forward. The girls
stepped back, but Naomi kept it there.
"You guys are right. My name is Naomi Atsui. I know, I'm supposed to be dead, but as you can see, I'm not." The girls shakily returned the gesture, and they shook hands. Then Naomi grinned secretively and her eyes narrowed. "However, I looked up your names matching with those faces of yours. Arielle Derson and Sato Miratekaki. If I'm not correct, you," she pointed at Arielle, "died from falling off a cliff after being electrocuted while fixing an electric pole at a detention facility, and you," she then looked at Sato, "I don't know how the hell you died. Nothing came up."
Sato smirked faintly. "I was supposed to have committed suicide by sinking my own ship off the coast of Okinawa, but I swam to a minor nearby island. I took different names until I made it to America. Then I made it look like I was a Japanese-American."
"And you?" she looked back at Arielle.
She shrugged. "Well, I mean, I was a hacker. That's how I got sent to jail. I was a thief and a hacker. Among those who know who I was, not the law, I mean, I'm known as Zzy. Just a codename."
Naomi went back to Sato. "Do you have an alias?"
"Well, my brothers were Gendo and Giruku, so I took the name GG. What are you getting at? You have a fake name, don't you? That's why that Marissa girl was calling you Alex."
Naomi sighed. "Alex Bloomfield was a girl that I killed when she found out that Naomi Atsui was alive. When I realized how much she looked like me, I became her." She pointed at her chestnut hair and green eyes. "These are just contacts and hair dye. My real hair color is blue."
Arielle nodded. "I could tell. That's how I figured it out. After Marissa kept calling you Naomi, I just figured the colors were different, and it was you." She shook her head and looked up at the Gemini again. "Shit, girl. What are we gonna use them for?"
Naomi grinned. "You like destroying things, don't you?"
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I was working mando on my original fiction. Besides, sometimes I go out of the Gundam Wing mood. Anyways, I'm gonna start paying attention to this fic more. Now that I got a huge gulp out of Naomi's past, I'll start with the others, but I'll also get back more to the present, where this actually has to do with Gundam Wing. Maybe five chapters or so before the next history. Now tell me whose you want: Marissa's, Arielle's, or Sato's?