The Mercenary and the Perfect Soldier
A/N: As I said before, I am trying to stay with the original storyline of G- Wing, but at times it's impossible. So, please bear with me. Also, I edited the first three chapters for more clarity. And I'll be using Relena as little as possible, she's completely loathsome to me.
Chapter Four: The Challenge Has Been Issued
"Seize said that Mrs. Noventa lived in Sicily correct?" Asked Trowa. "Perhaps she has moved or is out of town." He said as he and Heero walked near aimlessly through the small city of Piccolo.
Heero offered no response to his companion. Trowa looked at Heero who seemed to be interested in what was behind them, he then saw what had Heero so interested in. 'That car...it's been following us.' He thought.
"Pick up the pace and at about seven blocks make a left and we'll be in the abandoned area of the Warehouse District." Said Heero. Trowa made no reply and did as instructed. The car that had been tailing them did the same.
(Third Person P.O.V., Mrs. Noventa's Manor)
"Oh, Reiki, it's so good to see you again. How have things been going?" Asked Mrs. Noventa upon seeing the esteemed mercenary. Reiki looked fondly at the old woman, whom she'd met just recently. It felt like she'd known Mrs. Noventa all her life.
Mrs. Noventa studied the young mercenary. The girl had short dark maroon hair, that barely touched her caramel shoulders. A plain, black trench coat obscured a great deal of her blood red shirt. And black jeans with black boots finished her outfit. The thing that stood out must about the girl was the crystal cross that hung around her neck.
"Mrs. Noventa, it's very good to see you! I am fine, thanks... How are you? ...I am very sorry about General Marshal Noventa."
The older woman sighed audibly. Anyone could tell that though sadden by the tragedy, Mrs. Noventa was strong enough to cope with it and survive. "Dear, I am willing to admit that it's been hard, but I will be fine. So, please, don't worry about me." She answered after a moment.
A comfortable silence engulfed the two, as Reiki patiently waited for Mrs. Noventa to fully recover from the question. After a moment, the general's wife seemed to be at peace with herself for the first time since his death.
"Child, if you don't mind my asking, what is it that brings you here?" She asked finally.
"No, I don't. I was wondering if anyone has come to see you? Actually, two young men. I do believe that both are Gundam pilots. One is Heero Yuy and the other is Trowa Barton." Reiki asked.
"A Gundam pilot...? But why? What would a Gundam pilot want with me?" Asked Mrs. Noventa more to herself than Reiki.
'Hm, it's not really my place to tell her, but they must not be able to find her. Geez, they were only like a day ahead of me and this city isn't that big. It's pathetic really.' Thought Reiki.
"I don't know if this is really my place to tell you," Began Reiki. "But one of the young men that was planning on visiting is the pilot that shot down General Noventa's shuttle. It would seem that OZ manipulated the pilots into killing all the top Federation officials, by putting out false information. He was visiting to tell you that I think, and to offer you his life."
"They- Marshal... It was a mistake?" Asked a dumbfounded Mrs. Noventa.
"Yes." Answered Reiki. "I don't know why they're not here. But that was their intention. They also approached your granddaughter, Sylvia, with this apology. He put his life up as penance, but she rejected him and that's why they wanted to see you."
"Which one? Which one of them did it? Please, tell me." Said Mrs. Noventa after a short pause. Reiki didn't even know how to react to the tone of her voice. It was...indescribable.
Reiki nodded and responded curtly. "It was Heero."
For a moment neither woman attempted to say anything, or make noise of any kind. Reiki watched and waited for Mrs. Noventa's reaction. She was expecting grief and rage and sorrow... Even hatred. But nothing like this.
In place of the negative emotions, aside from sadness, was comfort. A small smile, though sad, played on the withered face of Mrs. Noventa. Tears streamed down her face, as Mrs. Noventa silently wept. She was truly moved by Heero's actions.
"...Mrs. Noventa..." Started Reiki at a loss for words. Her hand went up to her face, as she too was beginning to tear up.
"Reiki Sevunti? I have a job for you. I know it's not in your true job description, but I find myself in need of someone with your skills..."
"Anything, and free of charge." Replied Reiki.
"I want you to deliver this letter to Heero. He needs to know that it was a mistake, done in war, and that he is forgiven." Said Mrs. Noventa. Reiki nodded her head again. She watched as the general's wife began to write the letter wanted delivered.
After five minutes, the letter was done and Mrs. Noventa handed it to Reiki. "I promise that I'll get this letter to Heero. You just take care of yourself Mrs. Noventa. Goodbye." Reiki said as she left.
(Third Person, Heero and Trowa)
"I think we lost them." Stated Trowa simply. He looked at Heero, as they stood in silence in the abandoned warehouse.
"I beg to differ on that thought." A female voice echoed. The two prepared themselves for a fight as Lucrezia Noin walked in the abandoned building.
"Please, calm yourselves. I didn't come here to fight. I came on behalf of Zechs Marquise. He says, 'Heero, we never got to finish our duel and I wish to challenge you again. If you accept, then my subordinate will take you to me." She said.
The two teens looked at her for a moment, then at each other.
(Third Person, Reiki)
'How am I gonna find Heero? It was just dumb luck I even met the other one.' Reiki thought as she walked through the streets of Piccolo. She looked around at the market place, which at this point looked more like the bazaar's she saw in Egypt.
'I could seek out OZ...but that'd take to long and I'll probably be killed before I even get the chance to give him this. Bloodthirsty bastards at OZ are always sending people out to die for nearly no reason at all.' She thought bitterly.
"Hey, let's get some of those olives that man is selling over there!" A voice rang out catching her attention.
Reiki looked over her shoulder to see two OZ soldiers in civilian clothes. Years of training had taught her to find a soldier in civilian clothes. It was easy; in general most were either abnormally spastic or eerily silent. 'What the Hell... OZ soldiers?' She thought. 'Isn't this place still in Federation hands?'
"Not more of this olive crap? What is it with you and olives?" The other one groaned.
The first one grew annoyed with his friend. "Olives are one of the best thing on this planet! Let's get some before we have to leave!"
The first one turned his back on the other one to head over to the man who sold olives, when the other one grabbed him and whispered something his ear. The first one grunted and muttered something, to which the other guy responded by threatening to hit him.
'Hm, wherever OZ goes, a Gundam and its pilot are sure to follow.' She thought as she started to tail the two. 'I'll just sneak around with OZ for a while and eventually, I'll see Heero.'
A/N: Piccolo is the Italian word for small. It hasn't quite touched on angst yet, but it'll do so soon. Within the next two chapters, Heero and Reiki should be meeting up.
A/N: As I said before, I am trying to stay with the original storyline of G- Wing, but at times it's impossible. So, please bear with me. Also, I edited the first three chapters for more clarity. And I'll be using Relena as little as possible, she's completely loathsome to me.
Chapter Four: The Challenge Has Been Issued
"Seize said that Mrs. Noventa lived in Sicily correct?" Asked Trowa. "Perhaps she has moved or is out of town." He said as he and Heero walked near aimlessly through the small city of Piccolo.
Heero offered no response to his companion. Trowa looked at Heero who seemed to be interested in what was behind them, he then saw what had Heero so interested in. 'That car...it's been following us.' He thought.
"Pick up the pace and at about seven blocks make a left and we'll be in the abandoned area of the Warehouse District." Said Heero. Trowa made no reply and did as instructed. The car that had been tailing them did the same.
(Third Person P.O.V., Mrs. Noventa's Manor)
"Oh, Reiki, it's so good to see you again. How have things been going?" Asked Mrs. Noventa upon seeing the esteemed mercenary. Reiki looked fondly at the old woman, whom she'd met just recently. It felt like she'd known Mrs. Noventa all her life.
Mrs. Noventa studied the young mercenary. The girl had short dark maroon hair, that barely touched her caramel shoulders. A plain, black trench coat obscured a great deal of her blood red shirt. And black jeans with black boots finished her outfit. The thing that stood out must about the girl was the crystal cross that hung around her neck.
"Mrs. Noventa, it's very good to see you! I am fine, thanks... How are you? ...I am very sorry about General Marshal Noventa."
The older woman sighed audibly. Anyone could tell that though sadden by the tragedy, Mrs. Noventa was strong enough to cope with it and survive. "Dear, I am willing to admit that it's been hard, but I will be fine. So, please, don't worry about me." She answered after a moment.
A comfortable silence engulfed the two, as Reiki patiently waited for Mrs. Noventa to fully recover from the question. After a moment, the general's wife seemed to be at peace with herself for the first time since his death.
"Child, if you don't mind my asking, what is it that brings you here?" She asked finally.
"No, I don't. I was wondering if anyone has come to see you? Actually, two young men. I do believe that both are Gundam pilots. One is Heero Yuy and the other is Trowa Barton." Reiki asked.
"A Gundam pilot...? But why? What would a Gundam pilot want with me?" Asked Mrs. Noventa more to herself than Reiki.
'Hm, it's not really my place to tell her, but they must not be able to find her. Geez, they were only like a day ahead of me and this city isn't that big. It's pathetic really.' Thought Reiki.
"I don't know if this is really my place to tell you," Began Reiki. "But one of the young men that was planning on visiting is the pilot that shot down General Noventa's shuttle. It would seem that OZ manipulated the pilots into killing all the top Federation officials, by putting out false information. He was visiting to tell you that I think, and to offer you his life."
"They- Marshal... It was a mistake?" Asked a dumbfounded Mrs. Noventa.
"Yes." Answered Reiki. "I don't know why they're not here. But that was their intention. They also approached your granddaughter, Sylvia, with this apology. He put his life up as penance, but she rejected him and that's why they wanted to see you."
"Which one? Which one of them did it? Please, tell me." Said Mrs. Noventa after a short pause. Reiki didn't even know how to react to the tone of her voice. It was...indescribable.
Reiki nodded and responded curtly. "It was Heero."
For a moment neither woman attempted to say anything, or make noise of any kind. Reiki watched and waited for Mrs. Noventa's reaction. She was expecting grief and rage and sorrow... Even hatred. But nothing like this.
In place of the negative emotions, aside from sadness, was comfort. A small smile, though sad, played on the withered face of Mrs. Noventa. Tears streamed down her face, as Mrs. Noventa silently wept. She was truly moved by Heero's actions.
"...Mrs. Noventa..." Started Reiki at a loss for words. Her hand went up to her face, as she too was beginning to tear up.
"Reiki Sevunti? I have a job for you. I know it's not in your true job description, but I find myself in need of someone with your skills..."
"Anything, and free of charge." Replied Reiki.
"I want you to deliver this letter to Heero. He needs to know that it was a mistake, done in war, and that he is forgiven." Said Mrs. Noventa. Reiki nodded her head again. She watched as the general's wife began to write the letter wanted delivered.
After five minutes, the letter was done and Mrs. Noventa handed it to Reiki. "I promise that I'll get this letter to Heero. You just take care of yourself Mrs. Noventa. Goodbye." Reiki said as she left.
(Third Person, Heero and Trowa)
"I think we lost them." Stated Trowa simply. He looked at Heero, as they stood in silence in the abandoned warehouse.
"I beg to differ on that thought." A female voice echoed. The two prepared themselves for a fight as Lucrezia Noin walked in the abandoned building.
"Please, calm yourselves. I didn't come here to fight. I came on behalf of Zechs Marquise. He says, 'Heero, we never got to finish our duel and I wish to challenge you again. If you accept, then my subordinate will take you to me." She said.
The two teens looked at her for a moment, then at each other.
(Third Person, Reiki)
'How am I gonna find Heero? It was just dumb luck I even met the other one.' Reiki thought as she walked through the streets of Piccolo. She looked around at the market place, which at this point looked more like the bazaar's she saw in Egypt.
'I could seek out OZ...but that'd take to long and I'll probably be killed before I even get the chance to give him this. Bloodthirsty bastards at OZ are always sending people out to die for nearly no reason at all.' She thought bitterly.
"Hey, let's get some of those olives that man is selling over there!" A voice rang out catching her attention.
Reiki looked over her shoulder to see two OZ soldiers in civilian clothes. Years of training had taught her to find a soldier in civilian clothes. It was easy; in general most were either abnormally spastic or eerily silent. 'What the Hell... OZ soldiers?' She thought. 'Isn't this place still in Federation hands?'
"Not more of this olive crap? What is it with you and olives?" The other one groaned.
The first one grew annoyed with his friend. "Olives are one of the best thing on this planet! Let's get some before we have to leave!"
The first one turned his back on the other one to head over to the man who sold olives, when the other one grabbed him and whispered something his ear. The first one grunted and muttered something, to which the other guy responded by threatening to hit him.
'Hm, wherever OZ goes, a Gundam and its pilot are sure to follow.' She thought as she started to tail the two. 'I'll just sneak around with OZ for a while and eventually, I'll see Heero.'
A/N: Piccolo is the Italian word for small. It hasn't quite touched on angst yet, but it'll do so soon. Within the next two chapters, Heero and Reiki should be meeting up.