Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing... I think Bandai does... ;;; anyways...
on to the fic! please excuse my late updating as I am in the process of
moving into a new house and have to write this after I:
pack/unpack do homework cough cough torment Pyro look up stuff on German Shepard's Do plot work for this fic!
So bear with me please! And listen to Vanessa Carlton!
Ch 2
My morning came and went surprisingly fast, considering that I wasn't fully awake and that servants hired by Relena came in to make sure I was dressed correctly and 'shooed' into the limo before I could protest.
Now, I find my self gazing out of the limo's window watching the trees pass by. Apparently I'm in for a long ride, at least which is what the driver said. Personally, I have no idea where Relena is sending me off to speak, nor do I care.
Over time more and more buildings speed across my glass blockade view of the world. Slowly there where more and more, the streets became busier, the people became shadier ... more or less it looked like home. Rolling down the window, and tilting my head upwards to the sky, I was able to get a good view of what this city looked like.
I widened my eyes slightly at the sight of the huge buildings, they went up so far that the windows of the offices, or whatever they where, became obscured by the blinding glares of the sun reflecting off of their hard polished surface.
Taking in a quick sweep with my eyes of the 'street' people I noticed that it really was EXACTLY like home. My gut tightens at the thought, making me want to hurl. Of course there was the busy traffic of people trying to move about like scurrying little ants in a hill that was endless, but also there where the people off to the side that you just knew where up to something, these where the ones I saw. Off near some alleyway a young girl about sixteen, long brown hair, by all means looks just like the typical high school girl, was getting paid in a large wad of what seemed to be hundreds and was being led off to a shabby hotel.
No doubt she is going to regret it soon when she gets her first child. I thought coldly as I watched her go. There was a huge spray paint 'logo' on one of the walls but I couldn't quite make it out... it looked kind of like German... Continuing my scan of the place I noted on the youth loitering against the sides of the huge sky scrapers, they where the thirteen year olds that you hoped where in school, but bye the looks of their vague expressions and the weed that they where passing along to one another, it seemed not.
There where countless other flaws with the city also, too many to count. XXX rated movie stores, hookers trying to get some cash off the men and women passing in their cars, the homeless druggies holding their tattered and torn cardboard paper signs with notes written in black permanent marker, the kind that make you recoil from the stench, all which say either 'Homeless, looking for job, will do anything,' or 'Need cash for food, anything will help.' But naturally they all end with 'god bless'
Feh. Like god would bless those damned souls that use the pity of the rich to their advantage. All they are going to do with that money that is donated, or even hard worked for, is just going to be spent on liquor, drugs, and pleasurable company. They are just digging themselves deeper into their social hole of poverty and sin.
My thoughts get disrupted as the car comes to an lurching stop. My stomach left somewhere behind on the little 'car ride' I slowly rake my hand through my hair and try to keep the contents of my lunch down from all the dirt and filth that I just saw. The driver opens the door for me and gestures for me to get out.
Trust me, I'm more than happy to be getting out. I guess the good thing about pacifists is that where ever their meeting is held it is restricted to high class only.
If you could call that a good thing of course. Putting on my infamous scowl I walk my way towards the entrance to the conference room. The enormous pacifist building looks relatively like all other governmental buildings; white pillars, white dome in the center for roofing, and of course the huge gardens with the white roses. Guarding the huge white doors, everything here is so sickingly white! , are two huge security officers. They greet me with the usual 'hello mister Dorrilin' and 'did you have a good trip sir?' giving the response of 'hnn' I wait for them take me where ever Relena wants me to go.
They both open the huge double door entrance to reveal the large plush crimson red runner. My gaze follows the carpet down the long hallway that it resides in, the gold lining of picture frames are the only thing that mask its perfection. Probably the first beautiful thing that I have seen here yet, to me it looks like a void of white, peace, stained with a long running of blood, the war that inevitably comes with it.
Once again I get snapped out of my trance like state but this time it is from some one who is dressed in a dark blue uniform, one of the lower security guards, who happened to run into me in their rush. During that split instant our eyes meet, mine a dark blue of the dark deep depths of the ocean and his ... his bright furious yellow with a cat pupil like line slicing it them in two. Blinking, I do a double take on that but during the second that I blinked the man is gone.
"Don't pay him any mind sir," comments on of my 'security' guards, like I need someone to protect me, "That young man just started working here today, he probably doesn't know who you are." The guard bows in apology.
I don't see what's wrong all he did was move my shoulder ... and here they are acting like it's the end of the world, like I can use my all mighty wrath of pacifism to smite them and their families. I stare blankly at him, it must look accusing because at that very second he begins to tremble with fear.
That doesn't make sense, I think to myself, he has no need to fear me... Huffing impatiently I close my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. As usual I'm wearing what Relena bought me, the fancy clothes that she always wear, but a dark blue instead of white, and fit to a male form. I'll never be able to get used to these uncomfortable things. I shift my weight from one heel to the other trying to ease the pain in the soles of my feet form the plastic hard confines of the shoe.
Finally snapping out of his trance the guard stands straight and salutes, I just sigh in response, he takes that as permission because he and the other continue in their mission to take me to my quarters.
It's not a long walk, where there in about five seconds, it was only a few steps. Such incompetence, Treize would never let these people work like this if he where still alive.
Swiftly they open the door to let me in. "We shall remain outside your room and inform you when your meeting is to take place," stated the stoic guard that more or less stood still during the entire 'trip'. I sigh and turn my back to them at the exact moment that the door closes. Looking around the 'room' that Relena assigned to accommodate me I notice that, like her mansion, there are huge windows to let in a substantial amount of sunlight, not like this place needs it, I think, there is also a small writing desk with a small packet of paper lying across its hard wooden surface, there is also a small chair with velvet padding, a fairly large four poster bed, and the elaborate designs that where included in the main hallway; the floor still white tile with small chunks of vermillion rugs, and the 'old' carvings and designs that where etched into the wall to give it that aristocratic feel.
I walk over to the windows and close the drapes unceremoniously and flick on the light to the desk. Sitting in the small chair, I bask in the lightly illuminated room, before looking at the title of the packet that was no doubted left by my wife as speech material. I briefly flip through it glancing form page to page. There are bits of talk about my accomplishments in the war, how I saved the Earth from total annihilation by the white fang, yada, yada, yada, a bit about how I think my efforts went down the drain, blah, blah, blah, and ... wait...
I re-read what I just previously skimmed over. '... The terrorist attacks preformed by the military war group Gott and Tod are deliberately against what the will of the pacifistic nation desires ..."
Gott an Tod. Where have I heard that before? I think to myself for a few moments before I remember last night on the television. Gott an Tod is supposed to be the 'new' terrorist organization that is responsible for all of the recent attack and assassinations of many pacifists. Relena was blabbing to me over the phone about it also another time. I wonder why everyone seems so concerned with a single faction of a terrorist organization, surly that isn't all of the organization there is. But I have miscalculated the enemy before on that exact same thought before.
So... these 'Gott' people are the new Gundam pilots. I smirk to myself, I'm proud.
Due to the perfect timing that is my life, a loud banging echoed throughout the room due to someone knocking on my door. Turning around slightly in my chair I glare at the door. Everyone wants to disrupt my thoughts...., I thought to myself while glaring.
"Um... Mister Dorrilin sir? Your press conference is to begin shortly," yelled out the voice of the guard from the other side of the door that sealed me in the room that is considered at the present time 'mine'. Getting up with a 'huff' out of my chair I walked over to the door and opened it swiftly, showing them that I was ready for my escort.
Nervously they took me my room to an elaborately designed meeting/conference room that I was to speak in. Briefly taking in my surroundings I noted that it was a fairly small room, a podium in the center with many lined up microphones of different news caster stations, framed by drapes or royal blue that showed off the 'proud' crest of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation, and of course the fold out chairs that where full with chattering press reporters, sharing their recently acquired information, gossiping like little teenager girls. I scowled and let my guards escort me up to the podium.
Fixing the lace at my throat quickly I quietly waited for all of the reporters to notice my presence, which didn't take long considering they could 'feel' the death glare that originated from me boring into their skulls.
Finally attaining silence I began my speech. "As you all where informed previously from my wife, Vice foreign minister Relena Dorrilen, I am here to give you all my view on the terrorist actions that are aimed towards the pacifists of the Earth Sphere," pausing to take a breath and to swallow I proceeded to continue, "There is not much for me to say except that I as a former Gundam pilot do not support any actions that the terrorist group known as 'Gott an Tod'-"
Just before I could finish my sentence a large explosion was heard throughout the entire building. Whipping my head to the left in the direction the explosion originated, my eyes widened as I realized exactly why that solider with the yellow cat eyes was trying to flee as fast as he could, he set up bombs and didn't want to get caught in the cross fire.
Following up on my trained instincts knocked the podium over and dived under it using it for as little protection from the next explosion that was soon to follow. Surly enough at that very second, a second explosion erupted right outside the single door that leads into and out of the room. Fiery explosive gasses and shrapnel were shot out every where. Most of the reporters where either hit with the fire and burnt and knocked unconscious from the pain, or they where one of the more unlucky ones and where strike by the shrapnel of the explosion and their main artery where severed.
Needless to say no matter which happened, you where going to be badly injured, the blood splatter that trickled down the tip of my right cheek and slowly followed the path of gravity down my face and onto my lips that shot out from the guard to my right made me notice that there where actually people in here.
The six of the intruders where wearing masks and where dressed as soldiers, they where going around one by one to all of the reporters and guards and slitting their necks open to reveal the life blood that flowed from inside of them, that kept them alive. All of terrorists had yellow cat eyes and so I knew that they had to be with the boy I saw earlier.
Glaring up at them, when they noticed that I was alive and proceeded to surround me, I attempted to fight them off and keep them away. But the fact of the matter was, they had guns and I didn't. Eventually one was able to sneak behind me and penetrate my defenses long enough to deliver a blow to the back of my head. Feeling the world around me blacken I took one last good look at everything. The blood that was splattered everywhere in the room of 'peace' the scorched walls and the newly spray painted insignia that read 'Gott an Tod' in a gothic hand writing and resembled more like the still warm blood of the civilians that where slaughtered than the red paint that it was supposed to be as it dripped and slithered its way down the wall.
With a final 'oomph' the world completely blacked out and I was left with the piercing yellow eyes of the soldiers.
TBC
Sheero: woo hoo! Did another chappie! And five pages long too! ish very please with herself
Pyro: o.o;;; wow... this makes up for all the implied het....
Sheero: doesn't it though?
Heero: -.- just review and lets get this fic over with.
Sheero: review and make me a happy muse bunny! yes I have become my own muse! MWAHAHAHA!
pack/unpack do homework cough cough torment Pyro look up stuff on German Shepard's Do plot work for this fic!
So bear with me please! And listen to Vanessa Carlton!
Ch 2
My morning came and went surprisingly fast, considering that I wasn't fully awake and that servants hired by Relena came in to make sure I was dressed correctly and 'shooed' into the limo before I could protest.
Now, I find my self gazing out of the limo's window watching the trees pass by. Apparently I'm in for a long ride, at least which is what the driver said. Personally, I have no idea where Relena is sending me off to speak, nor do I care.
Over time more and more buildings speed across my glass blockade view of the world. Slowly there where more and more, the streets became busier, the people became shadier ... more or less it looked like home. Rolling down the window, and tilting my head upwards to the sky, I was able to get a good view of what this city looked like.
I widened my eyes slightly at the sight of the huge buildings, they went up so far that the windows of the offices, or whatever they where, became obscured by the blinding glares of the sun reflecting off of their hard polished surface.
Taking in a quick sweep with my eyes of the 'street' people I noticed that it really was EXACTLY like home. My gut tightens at the thought, making me want to hurl. Of course there was the busy traffic of people trying to move about like scurrying little ants in a hill that was endless, but also there where the people off to the side that you just knew where up to something, these where the ones I saw. Off near some alleyway a young girl about sixteen, long brown hair, by all means looks just like the typical high school girl, was getting paid in a large wad of what seemed to be hundreds and was being led off to a shabby hotel.
No doubt she is going to regret it soon when she gets her first child. I thought coldly as I watched her go. There was a huge spray paint 'logo' on one of the walls but I couldn't quite make it out... it looked kind of like German... Continuing my scan of the place I noted on the youth loitering against the sides of the huge sky scrapers, they where the thirteen year olds that you hoped where in school, but bye the looks of their vague expressions and the weed that they where passing along to one another, it seemed not.
There where countless other flaws with the city also, too many to count. XXX rated movie stores, hookers trying to get some cash off the men and women passing in their cars, the homeless druggies holding their tattered and torn cardboard paper signs with notes written in black permanent marker, the kind that make you recoil from the stench, all which say either 'Homeless, looking for job, will do anything,' or 'Need cash for food, anything will help.' But naturally they all end with 'god bless'
Feh. Like god would bless those damned souls that use the pity of the rich to their advantage. All they are going to do with that money that is donated, or even hard worked for, is just going to be spent on liquor, drugs, and pleasurable company. They are just digging themselves deeper into their social hole of poverty and sin.
My thoughts get disrupted as the car comes to an lurching stop. My stomach left somewhere behind on the little 'car ride' I slowly rake my hand through my hair and try to keep the contents of my lunch down from all the dirt and filth that I just saw. The driver opens the door for me and gestures for me to get out.
Trust me, I'm more than happy to be getting out. I guess the good thing about pacifists is that where ever their meeting is held it is restricted to high class only.
If you could call that a good thing of course. Putting on my infamous scowl I walk my way towards the entrance to the conference room. The enormous pacifist building looks relatively like all other governmental buildings; white pillars, white dome in the center for roofing, and of course the huge gardens with the white roses. Guarding the huge white doors, everything here is so sickingly white! , are two huge security officers. They greet me with the usual 'hello mister Dorrilin' and 'did you have a good trip sir?' giving the response of 'hnn' I wait for them take me where ever Relena wants me to go.
They both open the huge double door entrance to reveal the large plush crimson red runner. My gaze follows the carpet down the long hallway that it resides in, the gold lining of picture frames are the only thing that mask its perfection. Probably the first beautiful thing that I have seen here yet, to me it looks like a void of white, peace, stained with a long running of blood, the war that inevitably comes with it.
Once again I get snapped out of my trance like state but this time it is from some one who is dressed in a dark blue uniform, one of the lower security guards, who happened to run into me in their rush. During that split instant our eyes meet, mine a dark blue of the dark deep depths of the ocean and his ... his bright furious yellow with a cat pupil like line slicing it them in two. Blinking, I do a double take on that but during the second that I blinked the man is gone.
"Don't pay him any mind sir," comments on of my 'security' guards, like I need someone to protect me, "That young man just started working here today, he probably doesn't know who you are." The guard bows in apology.
I don't see what's wrong all he did was move my shoulder ... and here they are acting like it's the end of the world, like I can use my all mighty wrath of pacifism to smite them and their families. I stare blankly at him, it must look accusing because at that very second he begins to tremble with fear.
That doesn't make sense, I think to myself, he has no need to fear me... Huffing impatiently I close my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. As usual I'm wearing what Relena bought me, the fancy clothes that she always wear, but a dark blue instead of white, and fit to a male form. I'll never be able to get used to these uncomfortable things. I shift my weight from one heel to the other trying to ease the pain in the soles of my feet form the plastic hard confines of the shoe.
Finally snapping out of his trance the guard stands straight and salutes, I just sigh in response, he takes that as permission because he and the other continue in their mission to take me to my quarters.
It's not a long walk, where there in about five seconds, it was only a few steps. Such incompetence, Treize would never let these people work like this if he where still alive.
Swiftly they open the door to let me in. "We shall remain outside your room and inform you when your meeting is to take place," stated the stoic guard that more or less stood still during the entire 'trip'. I sigh and turn my back to them at the exact moment that the door closes. Looking around the 'room' that Relena assigned to accommodate me I notice that, like her mansion, there are huge windows to let in a substantial amount of sunlight, not like this place needs it, I think, there is also a small writing desk with a small packet of paper lying across its hard wooden surface, there is also a small chair with velvet padding, a fairly large four poster bed, and the elaborate designs that where included in the main hallway; the floor still white tile with small chunks of vermillion rugs, and the 'old' carvings and designs that where etched into the wall to give it that aristocratic feel.
I walk over to the windows and close the drapes unceremoniously and flick on the light to the desk. Sitting in the small chair, I bask in the lightly illuminated room, before looking at the title of the packet that was no doubted left by my wife as speech material. I briefly flip through it glancing form page to page. There are bits of talk about my accomplishments in the war, how I saved the Earth from total annihilation by the white fang, yada, yada, yada, a bit about how I think my efforts went down the drain, blah, blah, blah, and ... wait...
I re-read what I just previously skimmed over. '... The terrorist attacks preformed by the military war group Gott and Tod are deliberately against what the will of the pacifistic nation desires ..."
Gott an Tod. Where have I heard that before? I think to myself for a few moments before I remember last night on the television. Gott an Tod is supposed to be the 'new' terrorist organization that is responsible for all of the recent attack and assassinations of many pacifists. Relena was blabbing to me over the phone about it also another time. I wonder why everyone seems so concerned with a single faction of a terrorist organization, surly that isn't all of the organization there is. But I have miscalculated the enemy before on that exact same thought before.
So... these 'Gott' people are the new Gundam pilots. I smirk to myself, I'm proud.
Due to the perfect timing that is my life, a loud banging echoed throughout the room due to someone knocking on my door. Turning around slightly in my chair I glare at the door. Everyone wants to disrupt my thoughts...., I thought to myself while glaring.
"Um... Mister Dorrilin sir? Your press conference is to begin shortly," yelled out the voice of the guard from the other side of the door that sealed me in the room that is considered at the present time 'mine'. Getting up with a 'huff' out of my chair I walked over to the door and opened it swiftly, showing them that I was ready for my escort.
Nervously they took me my room to an elaborately designed meeting/conference room that I was to speak in. Briefly taking in my surroundings I noted that it was a fairly small room, a podium in the center with many lined up microphones of different news caster stations, framed by drapes or royal blue that showed off the 'proud' crest of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation, and of course the fold out chairs that where full with chattering press reporters, sharing their recently acquired information, gossiping like little teenager girls. I scowled and let my guards escort me up to the podium.
Fixing the lace at my throat quickly I quietly waited for all of the reporters to notice my presence, which didn't take long considering they could 'feel' the death glare that originated from me boring into their skulls.
Finally attaining silence I began my speech. "As you all where informed previously from my wife, Vice foreign minister Relena Dorrilen, I am here to give you all my view on the terrorist actions that are aimed towards the pacifists of the Earth Sphere," pausing to take a breath and to swallow I proceeded to continue, "There is not much for me to say except that I as a former Gundam pilot do not support any actions that the terrorist group known as 'Gott an Tod'-"
Just before I could finish my sentence a large explosion was heard throughout the entire building. Whipping my head to the left in the direction the explosion originated, my eyes widened as I realized exactly why that solider with the yellow cat eyes was trying to flee as fast as he could, he set up bombs and didn't want to get caught in the cross fire.
Following up on my trained instincts knocked the podium over and dived under it using it for as little protection from the next explosion that was soon to follow. Surly enough at that very second, a second explosion erupted right outside the single door that leads into and out of the room. Fiery explosive gasses and shrapnel were shot out every where. Most of the reporters where either hit with the fire and burnt and knocked unconscious from the pain, or they where one of the more unlucky ones and where strike by the shrapnel of the explosion and their main artery where severed.
Needless to say no matter which happened, you where going to be badly injured, the blood splatter that trickled down the tip of my right cheek and slowly followed the path of gravity down my face and onto my lips that shot out from the guard to my right made me notice that there where actually people in here.
The six of the intruders where wearing masks and where dressed as soldiers, they where going around one by one to all of the reporters and guards and slitting their necks open to reveal the life blood that flowed from inside of them, that kept them alive. All of terrorists had yellow cat eyes and so I knew that they had to be with the boy I saw earlier.
Glaring up at them, when they noticed that I was alive and proceeded to surround me, I attempted to fight them off and keep them away. But the fact of the matter was, they had guns and I didn't. Eventually one was able to sneak behind me and penetrate my defenses long enough to deliver a blow to the back of my head. Feeling the world around me blacken I took one last good look at everything. The blood that was splattered everywhere in the room of 'peace' the scorched walls and the newly spray painted insignia that read 'Gott an Tod' in a gothic hand writing and resembled more like the still warm blood of the civilians that where slaughtered than the red paint that it was supposed to be as it dripped and slithered its way down the wall.
With a final 'oomph' the world completely blacked out and I was left with the piercing yellow eyes of the soldiers.
TBC
Sheero: woo hoo! Did another chappie! And five pages long too! ish very please with herself
Pyro: o.o;;; wow... this makes up for all the implied het....
Sheero: doesn't it though?
Heero: -.- just review and lets get this fic over with.
Sheero: review and make me a happy muse bunny! yes I have become my own muse! MWAHAHAHA!