The Unknown Reflection
By Ai
Chapter 3
"Why hasn't Heero reported to Headquarters yet? It's a whole hour after the decided time." Noin said worriedly. "Knowing Heero, it'll be fine. He's probably just busy with some vital task at this moment." Quatre said optimistically. "Yuy has never failed to report back, no matter under what circumstances." Wufei commented. "Has something gone terribly wrong?" Quatre asked nervously, his optimism fading. "Nah…he's human, right? So he can be late too." Duo waved off Quatre's worries. "It's just not like him." Quatre said. "We need his report since Domoto's son is making a first appearance after being in the shadow for so many years." Noin added. "We haven't heard anything negative." Trowa spoke up. "True…but still, I can't shake off the feeling that something has gone wrong." Quatre half agreed with Trowa. "Shimatta!" Heero growled as he zoomed near the target. Heero thought as he observed the ten fighter jets hovering just about 100 feet above the Domoto family jet. The jet he was presently using was built with the best technology available to humans at this time. It was the Preventer's newest fighter jet model. He was glad that the new jet was equipped with hyper jammers and was available to him. Or else he wouldn't even have hope in carrying out this mission…successfully. As the target jet came closer and closer to the Prime Meridian, the enemy jets started taking formation: three on each side, two going slightly faster to surpass the plane, still out of sight, and the last two slowed down to fall behind the private jet. Heero thought with a smirk as he continued follow the target and enemy jets at a safe distance. "Master Aiden, have you prepared all the material needed for the delegation meeting?" "Yes I have, Shugorei-sama. I was reviewing it just now." Answered the teenage boy. "Feeling nervous? I know it's your first time carrying such an important task for the sire. Plus, the media knows all about it." The older man asked. "Don't remind me please! I hope I'll get this right before I arrive and make a fool of otou-san." The boy told the man. "You have no need to worry, after all, you're still young." The man assured him. "Young? I am almost a grown man! I am, supposedly, a mature boy of seventeen." The boy retorted. The older man just shook his head and walked away. It was true; hardly anyone could calm him down if he was stressed. He sighed and looked out the window. The teenage boy wondered. Suddenly, the plane shook violently and swung to the left in a sharp turn. The boy was thrashed around in his seat. His saw his mentor run out from the back of the plane. "Put on your seatbelt, Master! We're under attack!" He screamed at him. "What? This can't be…" The teenager was at a loss of words. "Just do as I say!" The mentor growled at the boy. He nodded slightly and obediently buckled his belt. He could feel his heart beating wildly and his adrenaline rushing. To him, it seemed like his death was slowly clutching his heart and suffocating his soul… "So the game has just been started." Heero whispered as he saw the fighters make their first move on the personal carrier jet. It was time for a beautiful performance. He started closing in on the fighters behind the target. Then, without notice, he took the two fighters out with the planes main weapon, one so much like the buster rifle. The explosions caused commotion among the enemy jets. For a few seconds, they seemed like they were trying to figure out what their immediate emergency plan would be. However, being Heero, he wasn't dumb enough to let the enemy do so. He took advantage of this and quickly took out the three jets on the right.
"Captain, we are getting too close to shore!" The officer shouted. "We need to abort the mission before someone sees and identifies us!" Another shouted through the comm. link. "I don't give a damn about bloody witnesses. All I know is that we can't afford to fail…we're as good as dead if we report failure. I know we can kill those bloody S.O.B.s before we reach land. Who the f*ck shot down 04, 05, 06, 07 and 08?" The captain hollered. "Identity unknown, Sir." The first officer reported. "Looks like a bloody Preventer, Sir." The second officer said. "Damn those bastards. How did they know about this operation? It was highly confidential! Shit. And how'd those assholes get hold of such a good fighter? Doesn't matter what it takes 09 and 010, just shoot the asshole of a Preventer down. O2 and 03, keep on attacking the stupid little punk and f*ck him up real good." The captain ordered. "Roger that"s and "Yes Sir"s were heard through the link. "Good, let's show the f*ckheads what we're really made of." The captain growled as he started firing his target: the Domo jet.
The enemy jets suddenly went into another formation as the three jets on the left took the left, front and right positions and continued their attack on the targeted plane. As for the two jets that were in the front, they were coming head-on at full speed. They caused a rain of bullets to shower upon Heero. Heero quickly tried to manoeuvre his plane out of the fire range, but a few bullets managed to hit the left wing, causing him to veer and almost loose control. "Kuso, c'mon you bastard! Show me what you got!" yelled Heero as he directed all his rage into destroying the two threats to his mission. Five minutes later, he swiped them out of the sky. But he still had the other three planes to worry about. The personal carrier jet veered right and left as the captains tried to dodge the shower of bullets. However, being larger in size, and it not being built for sudden manoeuvres, it was much more difficult to do so. The first few bullets only caused the plane to tremor. However, as the amount of bullets grew, each hit caused the plane to shake violently. Aiden could only cling onto the armrest of his seat as he felt every movement, slight or violent, as the plane was slowly being shot down. His curiosity encouraged him to take a look out of the window, yet fear kept him from doing so. Shugorei, his mentor, lay crumpled in his seat as blood slowly trickled from the temple of his head down to his cheek. Suddenly, the plane jolted as a bright light shot in through the windows. He was blinded for a moment, only to find himself peering out of the window. There in the midst of the blinding light, he saw the single, surviving fighter jet. It's majestic wings like those of an angel…however, Aiden did not know if it was friend or foe, so it may not be an angel, but rather…a devil. The appearance of the mysterious jet stopped the rain of fire. All of a sudden, the mysterious jet started firing an array of bullets, towards the plane Aiden was on!!! He quickly squeezed his ice blue eyes shut as he braced himself for the impact. One second. Two seconds. Three, four, five seconds. There was no violent shake, no searing pain, no nothing. Slowly, his blue eyes opened. Everything was fine. Then it came. The loudest sound he had ever heard. The plane vibrated slightly, however, it was still in one piece. He looked outside to see one of the attacking fighters as a ball of fire. He thought with little amusement as he looked around to see the ally jet firing another round of ammo. Another blast was sounded as the second enemy jet burst into a ball of flame. He looked at the ally jet, full of grace and he was grateful towards it…and in a way, envious. However, he spoke a minute too fast as the plane suddenly lurched forward. Not expecting the sudden attack, he forehead crashed right into the seat in front and snapped back against his own seat. He could feel a throbbing pain, ripping through his head and searing through his body. The plane began to plummet down and the lights started to flicker. He could feel his heart beating at an abnormal rate. He could hear his ragged breath in this sudden eerie silence. And it slowly stopped, as he found himself holding his breath. His whole body felt weak and his mind was numb. He took a last look around before clamping his beautiful eyes shut, and waited for his death… Heero finished off the second threat. Now, he glared at the third. It was straight in his path. "Omae o korosu." He said calmly as he launched the missiles. He would have never guessed that the missiles were fired a second too late. The enemy jet also managed to fire a missile at the target jet before it too, was ignited into a ball of flames, joining its fellow partners. The Domo personal carrier shook so violently as the missile came into contact with its tail. The plane started to nosedive towards the ocean. "Mattaku! No!" Heero screamed as he put his jet into a nosedive also, which he knew, was a dangerous manoeuvre. He just hoped that he would reach the target jet in time, with his client…alive. A.N.: Hey, sorry, I know these few chapters have been really, really short but I'll try to make them longer! How'd everyone find this chapter? Do you say: "Omae wo korosu" or do you say "Omae o korosu"? Anyone who knows for sure, please tell me in your review, thanks!!! Oh, and one more thing. Some of you probably wonder: "Why did you give the target, Domoto, such a big part if he wasn't important?" Well, to answer that, I focused a lot on him because, well, I wanted to describe what it was like to sit on that plane. That's my main reason. Toodles. \(^o^)/ Disclaimer: I would like to own Gundam Wing.
By Ai
Chapter 3
"Why hasn't Heero reported to Headquarters yet? It's a whole hour after the decided time." Noin said worriedly. "Knowing Heero, it'll be fine. He's probably just busy with some vital task at this moment." Quatre said optimistically. "Yuy has never failed to report back, no matter under what circumstances." Wufei commented. "Has something gone terribly wrong?" Quatre asked nervously, his optimism fading. "Nah…he's human, right? So he can be late too." Duo waved off Quatre's worries. "It's just not like him." Quatre said. "We need his report since Domoto's son is making a first appearance after being in the shadow for so many years." Noin added. "We haven't heard anything negative." Trowa spoke up. "True…but still, I can't shake off the feeling that something has gone wrong." Quatre half agreed with Trowa. "Shimatta!" Heero growled as he zoomed near the target. Heero thought as he observed the ten fighter jets hovering just about 100 feet above the Domoto family jet. The jet he was presently using was built with the best technology available to humans at this time. It was the Preventer's newest fighter jet model. He was glad that the new jet was equipped with hyper jammers and was available to him. Or else he wouldn't even have hope in carrying out this mission…successfully. As the target jet came closer and closer to the Prime Meridian, the enemy jets started taking formation: three on each side, two going slightly faster to surpass the plane, still out of sight, and the last two slowed down to fall behind the private jet. Heero thought with a smirk as he continued follow the target and enemy jets at a safe distance. "Master Aiden, have you prepared all the material needed for the delegation meeting?" "Yes I have, Shugorei-sama. I was reviewing it just now." Answered the teenage boy. "Feeling nervous? I know it's your first time carrying such an important task for the sire. Plus, the media knows all about it." The older man asked. "Don't remind me please! I hope I'll get this right before I arrive and make a fool of otou-san." The boy told the man. "You have no need to worry, after all, you're still young." The man assured him. "Young? I am almost a grown man! I am, supposedly, a mature boy of seventeen." The boy retorted. The older man just shook his head and walked away. It was true; hardly anyone could calm him down if he was stressed. He sighed and looked out the window. The teenage boy wondered. Suddenly, the plane shook violently and swung to the left in a sharp turn. The boy was thrashed around in his seat. His saw his mentor run out from the back of the plane. "Put on your seatbelt, Master! We're under attack!" He screamed at him. "What? This can't be…" The teenager was at a loss of words. "Just do as I say!" The mentor growled at the boy. He nodded slightly and obediently buckled his belt. He could feel his heart beating wildly and his adrenaline rushing. To him, it seemed like his death was slowly clutching his heart and suffocating his soul… "So the game has just been started." Heero whispered as he saw the fighters make their first move on the personal carrier jet. It was time for a beautiful performance. He started closing in on the fighters behind the target. Then, without notice, he took the two fighters out with the planes main weapon, one so much like the buster rifle. The explosions caused commotion among the enemy jets. For a few seconds, they seemed like they were trying to figure out what their immediate emergency plan would be. However, being Heero, he wasn't dumb enough to let the enemy do so. He took advantage of this and quickly took out the three jets on the right.
"Captain, we are getting too close to shore!" The officer shouted. "We need to abort the mission before someone sees and identifies us!" Another shouted through the comm. link. "I don't give a damn about bloody witnesses. All I know is that we can't afford to fail…we're as good as dead if we report failure. I know we can kill those bloody S.O.B.s before we reach land. Who the f*ck shot down 04, 05, 06, 07 and 08?" The captain hollered. "Identity unknown, Sir." The first officer reported. "Looks like a bloody Preventer, Sir." The second officer said. "Damn those bastards. How did they know about this operation? It was highly confidential! Shit. And how'd those assholes get hold of such a good fighter? Doesn't matter what it takes 09 and 010, just shoot the asshole of a Preventer down. O2 and 03, keep on attacking the stupid little punk and f*ck him up real good." The captain ordered. "Roger that"s and "Yes Sir"s were heard through the link. "Good, let's show the f*ckheads what we're really made of." The captain growled as he started firing his target: the Domo jet.
The enemy jets suddenly went into another formation as the three jets on the left took the left, front and right positions and continued their attack on the targeted plane. As for the two jets that were in the front, they were coming head-on at full speed. They caused a rain of bullets to shower upon Heero. Heero quickly tried to manoeuvre his plane out of the fire range, but a few bullets managed to hit the left wing, causing him to veer and almost loose control. "Kuso, c'mon you bastard! Show me what you got!" yelled Heero as he directed all his rage into destroying the two threats to his mission. Five minutes later, he swiped them out of the sky. But he still had the other three planes to worry about. The personal carrier jet veered right and left as the captains tried to dodge the shower of bullets. However, being larger in size, and it not being built for sudden manoeuvres, it was much more difficult to do so. The first few bullets only caused the plane to tremor. However, as the amount of bullets grew, each hit caused the plane to shake violently. Aiden could only cling onto the armrest of his seat as he felt every movement, slight or violent, as the plane was slowly being shot down. His curiosity encouraged him to take a look out of the window, yet fear kept him from doing so. Shugorei, his mentor, lay crumpled in his seat as blood slowly trickled from the temple of his head down to his cheek. Suddenly, the plane jolted as a bright light shot in through the windows. He was blinded for a moment, only to find himself peering out of the window. There in the midst of the blinding light, he saw the single, surviving fighter jet. It's majestic wings like those of an angel…however, Aiden did not know if it was friend or foe, so it may not be an angel, but rather…a devil. The appearance of the mysterious jet stopped the rain of fire. All of a sudden, the mysterious jet started firing an array of bullets, towards the plane Aiden was on!!! He quickly squeezed his ice blue eyes shut as he braced himself for the impact. One second. Two seconds. Three, four, five seconds. There was no violent shake, no searing pain, no nothing. Slowly, his blue eyes opened. Everything was fine. Then it came. The loudest sound he had ever heard. The plane vibrated slightly, however, it was still in one piece. He looked outside to see one of the attacking fighters as a ball of fire. He thought with little amusement as he looked around to see the ally jet firing another round of ammo. Another blast was sounded as the second enemy jet burst into a ball of flame. He looked at the ally jet, full of grace and he was grateful towards it…and in a way, envious. However, he spoke a minute too fast as the plane suddenly lurched forward. Not expecting the sudden attack, he forehead crashed right into the seat in front and snapped back against his own seat. He could feel a throbbing pain, ripping through his head and searing through his body. The plane began to plummet down and the lights started to flicker. He could feel his heart beating at an abnormal rate. He could hear his ragged breath in this sudden eerie silence. And it slowly stopped, as he found himself holding his breath. His whole body felt weak and his mind was numb. He took a last look around before clamping his beautiful eyes shut, and waited for his death… Heero finished off the second threat. Now, he glared at the third. It was straight in his path. "Omae o korosu." He said calmly as he launched the missiles. He would have never guessed that the missiles were fired a second too late. The enemy jet also managed to fire a missile at the target jet before it too, was ignited into a ball of flames, joining its fellow partners. The Domo personal carrier shook so violently as the missile came into contact with its tail. The plane started to nosedive towards the ocean. "Mattaku! No!" Heero screamed as he put his jet into a nosedive also, which he knew, was a dangerous manoeuvre. He just hoped that he would reach the target jet in time, with his client…alive. A.N.: Hey, sorry, I know these few chapters have been really, really short but I'll try to make them longer! How'd everyone find this chapter? Do you say: "Omae wo korosu" or do you say "Omae o korosu"? Anyone who knows for sure, please tell me in your review, thanks!!! Oh, and one more thing. Some of you probably wonder: "Why did you give the target, Domoto, such a big part if he wasn't important?" Well, to answer that, I focused a lot on him because, well, I wanted to describe what it was like to sit on that plane. That's my main reason. Toodles. \(^o^)/ Disclaimer: I would like to own Gundam Wing.