A/N: Zika Silver1: Of course I don't own anything of the characters and stuff, otherwise I'll be a spoiled little rich brat. And I doubt that any of you really owns any of them either. I don't even own Zika, she's Hikura_'s. I only own the words, so there! And the characters that I made up, like the Guardians and the Bounty Hunters, the Zika Trinity, and Wait! I also own the comic book 'The k'Night', but since I'm rewriting and drawing, and basically nobody knows that it exists, you can't really steal it, can you? This fanfic was brought to you from the results of two hyper and bored girls walking home from school. **grins** ENJOY!!



WARNING: Scenes of violence, some explicit language and topics that might disturb some readers. Mature Audiences only (like 16). This is Zika we're talking about, so there will most definitely be violence. And since it's me, there's going to be blood. And characters are probably going to be OOC, since I'm a deprived little manic.

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1.1.1 Prologue

1.1.2

A certain celestial being looked down on a certain dimension of a certain world.

"Well now," it said. "Looks like something interesting are going on. A Dark Angel is going to break free of some world barriers. Hmmm, this might be fun. But I have a duty to do. A warning must be placed, and the Dark Angel will be announced every time she arrives on a world. I will make it so that both psyche and electronics can receive it." The celestial hummed to itself for a moment. Then it began to create the warning, which was in itself a prophecy.

1.2 Three times three

Eyes of warmth and eyes of cold

Eyes of youth and eyes of old

Three times three the circle spins

Destiny grows.

Three times three

2 Eyes of love, eyes of hate

Bound forever in the cycle of Fate

Balance of all

Mortals and immortal both

Heed this call

2.1.1.1 Eyes of gay and eyes of grief

Three times three

2.2 The Trinity

The newly created warning/prophecy flew off and fixed itself onto the Dark Angel in mind. The celestial looked fondly down on the Earth of the Digital Angels.

"Hum Ho, this should be some fun." The celestial began to whistle.





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Part One: The Prophecy

Chapter One: Digital Mobile and Winged Angels.

(Gundam wing meets Zika)



"BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!"

CRASH!! The alarm clock met its end against the wall as a million little pieces. Zika groaned in her bed and tried to roll over to go back to sleep. No such luck. The monitor in her room sprang to life and Jova's face filled the screen.

"Good Morning Sunshine!" He said cheerfully. "Rise and shine!"

Zika glared at him, which he ignored.

"It's 7:30 am, and time for you to get up."

"It's Saturday, you moron!" Zika snarled. "Shut up or I'll break your monitor!"

Jova pretended to be hurt. "Aw, Muffin!"

"Why do I put up with you?" Zika muttered under her breath to herself.

"Because if it wasn't for me, you'll still be stuck in…" The pillow hit the monitor, sending it crashing to the floor. Jova's voice still came from the computer's speaker.

"That wasn't very nice, Zika." He said.

"It wasn't suppose to be nice, idiot."

Zika got out of bed and started her day.



(A few hours later)

Zika was slouching in her chair at the table, her breakfast in front of her. She was still in her pyjamas, blue baggy pants and a shirt that proclaimed 'Insanity has no mercy'. Her butler kept out of her way. Zika was, simply, depressed.

"Bored, bored, bored, bored." She muttered to herself, playing with her food. "Maybe I should do some homework." She thought for a second. "Nope."

She sighed. "This place is boring, everything's the stupid same. Kind of like home-place, and here I was thinking that a new world would be exciting…" Her voice trailed off as she got an idea. As she developed the idea, a wicked grin grew on her face and became most evil. "Oh, this is good!"

(Another few hours later)

Zika worked excitedly on her computer. "It will work, I know it will. I'll just change the program to jump to other worlds, with other possibilities. And I'll make the settings so that I don't have to face the same jerks twice!"

Jova's face appeared in a tiny window in the corner of the screen. "What in the world are you doing now?"

"Not now, Jova, I'm working." Zika murmured. "I'm going to go on a little vacation."

"What, to a parallel world? I don't think so!" Jova spat. "You can't cross the world-barriers without your partner, me! And how are you going to do that, I live in a computer!"

"I'll put you in another computer and take you along." Zika said with satisfaction. "I have the technology. I have these super-computer wristbands that I'll use. On one arm will be you, and on the other, my dimension-hopper, with a few necessary tricks."

"Necessary? Like what?"

Zika sighed, her patience wearing thin. "The barriers, baka! When you travel in this sort of way, the barriers that keep things more or less the same get insignificant. I could get a tonne of power that way, for some people it would be like getting hit with electricity, but not for me. It'll be more of an overload of power that I don't know how to use. Then it'll be like electrifying the entire universe. The purpose of this is to take a relaxing vacation, not to destroy all of creation." She looked thoughtful. "Although that would be interesting to see…"

Jova sighed. "I haven't much say in this, do I?"

Zika smiled smugly. "No."

Jova groaned.

"Oh, cheer up." Zika snapped. "I need to relax my nerves, I'm all strung up and got this energy that needs to be let out. I don't want to accidentally toast somebody that I might need later on. I just need to download these programs, and you, and then I'll be off."

"And what of something goes wrong?"

"I'm putting in an emergency recall device, one push of a button and we'll got back the way we came. It'll need more power, of course. It's like travel on a river; to go downstream is easy, to go upstream is harder. It's going to be linked to cross-barrier power."

Zika thought for a moment. "There might be worlds that I might to re- visit, so the hopper will record where we've been."

"Alright, alright. You've seemed to have thought of everything, so lets go." Jova said unhappily.

(A few more minutes later.)

Zika stood in the middle of the room. She was dressed in loose dark blue pants with a turquoise sash as a belt, a tank top over top of a long- sleeved t-shirt (with a low neckline), black hiking boots and her wristbands. The golden wristbands (more like armguards) covered from her wrists to about her elbow.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed the button that activated the dimension- hopper. "Here we go…"

A flash of almost blinding light surrounded her, and she was gone.



Zika emerged in a cold metal hallway. Her head felt light and she was a bit dizzy. She leaned against the wall. "Wow." She said breathlessly. "What a rush!"

Then she looked down. She frowned, slightly confused. "Why am I in my Digital Form?"

Smooth white armour covered her body, with stripes of blue, turquoise and purple, and black squares at key areas. The only thing different was that her metal wristbands were still available. Zika moaned when a splitting headache erupted. "What in the worlds happened?" She didn't feel like saying her usual string of swearwords.

"I think," Jova said from her wrist. "That you are experiencing a kind of jet lag." Zika would have replied to this, but she felt like throwing up.

"No kidding." She managed weakly. She straightened herself out. "Well, I'm going to walk this off. First, I'm going to get back into my clothes." Zika fiddled around with her computers, and got herself back into the clothes that she left with.

Still a bit dazzled, Zika began to walk down the hallway. She could sense people up in front of her, and she headed in that direction.

(About the time Zika arrives)

Heero worked at a computer terminal. He was very glad that all of the Gundam pilots were able to have mainentance done in the space garage, where he was. Since nobody needed him at the time, he was keeping himself busy with gathering information for their next mission.

Suddenly, a window pops up on the screen. 'What? Incoming message?' Heero thinks. 'But I shouldn't be getting any messages on this connection.'

In a few seconds, a message appears. As Heero reads it, he gets a very bad feeling. 'The others should see this.' He thinks. But before he could print it out, the message disappears and the window closed as if it had never existed.

All of the Gundam pilots met in the lounge room.

"Did you see that message?" Duo asked. "That was creepy!"

"So, you got that too?" Quatre said, looking very worried.

"It came up on every computer." Trowa said. "What was it, some kind of virus?"

Heero shook his head. "I already checked. Something like that would have left something. That was no virus."

"So, it just put up that message, then took it down and left?" Wufei said. "Some kind of practical joke?"

"If that was a joke, then the joker is sick minded!" Duo remarked.

"Either way, I got a bad feeling about it. Maybe we should keep our eyes open." Trowa said.

"Hey, you guys!" A mechanic stepped into the room, looking a little pale. "Have you seen the news? That message thing is on." He turned on the lounge's TV.

"Today a bizarre virus hit every computer, public and private. Professionals are confused at the behaviour of the virus, as it seemed to only have left a message on the screens and then disappear. No damage seems to have been done, which is un-usual for a virus but professionals refuse to call it a practical joke since it managed to hit every operating computer at the same time…"

The Gundam pilots all stared at the TV. Duo, for once, had nothing to say.

They all left the room a little shaken, and a bit threatened. It was safe it say that they all felt a bit nervous, since the rest of the human race was too.

Wufei decided to walk his nerves out in some of the quieter halls in the bulkheads. It got cooler as he left the more populated areas. The lighting became motion-sensor lights that saved money. Looking ahead, he could see some light. He frowned, wondering who it could be. As the light got closer, he saw that it was a teenage girl, about sixteen, with short extremely white hair and ice-blue eyes. Getting an even closer look, he saw that her hair was, in fact, silver, and her eyes metallic blue. He was slightly outraged to see that she dressed as if she was a pilot. His nerves from the strange message didn't help his mood any, so he was extra cranky.

He stopped short in front of her, and gave her a remark about what he thought of females going into battle.



Zika stopped cold when she heard what he said. Her mind snapped out of its dizziness as a freezing rage took over. "What did you say?" She said slowly.

"You heard me." The voice was filled with contempt. Looking at her, he was startled to see her eyes burning.

"I think that you should take that back before you regret it." Zika looked him straight in the eye. He stepped back, trying to meet her stare. "No."

Zika gave a little smile. "No, you're right. You mean what you say, and you believe it deep down, don't you? That's how you've been taught. Sexist pig!"

Then she hit him, hard. He hardly saw it coming, and was surprised to see such a move come from her. If he had seen anything at all.

"Well," She said to herself, as she walked away from him. "I still have my nice reflexes." She gave one last glare behind her. "Jerk! He's going to pay for that! A lot of people are going to pay for that!"

Zika emerged from the hall. The air here was warmer, or maybe it was just her rage. She was burning now, and it erased her headache. She was going to destroy something.

She strolled purposefully through the halls. There were people here, mostly mechanics. They looked scared of something. Zika didn't care; they might as well be dead. Automatically, she went in the direction that they were coming from. It seemed that a very large shift had ended.

Having a little mercy, Zika decided to hit the evacuate alarm and give them some time to get out before she blew the place up.

Then she entered the hanger. She stopped to admire the enormous room, with the gundams in all their magnificence. Zika thought that they were decently impressive.

"I'm gonna have to get myself on of those." She muttered to herself.

"Hey there!" Someone behind her called. She whirled around to face Duo. Bewildered by his cheerful aura, Zika took a step backwards.

"Have you seen Wufei? His gundam is ready to go." Duo pointed to the gundams. Zika shook her head. Duo looked a bit disappointed.

Zika licked her lips. "Have you checked the bulkheads? Maybe he went there."

Duo grinned. "Thanks." He ran off.

Zika stared after him. Then returned her gaze to the gundams. "Gundams, huh? Interesting."

"Zika?" Jova whispered. "What are you planning?"

Zika smiled, and turned Jova off.

(Half an hour later)

Zika finished wandering around the gundams. "There's got to be something else, I can't use these. The systems are built pretty much for a certain person." She muttered angrily. "These can't be the only ones here!"

Heading back towards the enterance, she caught loud voices.

'Shit! They found that guy! And I can't get out!' She looked around her, and rested her eyes at the

hanger outside doors. 'Well, if I can't find my own gundam, I'll make one!'

Thinking quickly, Zika began to work quickly on her computers. She adjusted her body amour with inspirations from the gundams.

The fact that the voices were getting closer drew her attention just as she finished her design. Gritting her teeth, she ducked into the shadows.

"You're sure that she's in here? She could be anywhere." Duo said.

"I've got a strong feeling on it." Wufei said. "Dammit! I won't be beaten by some girl!"

Zika felt a fresh wave of anger. She really did not like Wufei. Zika began to mutter under her breath, and did not notice that electricity was sparking around her. The two Gundam pilots didn't notice her in the shadows.

"Wufei, the others will be coming soon to leave. We should get ready." Duo said.

Wufei grumbled, but agreed. "I got a bad feeling about her. Heero checked the security tapes, nothing on them."

Zika smiled, she had taken care of those cameras herself. The trouble was worth the frustration in Wufei's voice. She couldn't wait to see his face when she appeared in her new armour. Zika giggled, unable to suppress herself.

"Did you hear that?" Wufei snapped. Duo began a comment about jumpy nerves. Zika covered her mouth with her hands.

She very carefully moved away from the two pilots, and headed for the hanger doors. Reaching with her mind, she located the evacuation alarm and activated it.

A klaxon ran out, blaring loud. Zika jumped at the sudden noise, and covered her ringing ears. Looking up, she saw a speaker right above her head. 'If I find out who designed this thing, I am going to render him limb from limb!' She thought as she moved away from the speaker. Duo and Wufei were climbing into their gundams, and Zika saw the rest of the pilots come running to join them.

Zika tilted her head and was able to hear the noise of mass confusion that the mechanics were making as they rushed to the exits. She chuckled in delight. Rubbing her hands with glee, she decided to speed them up, and set off a few of the charges that she had planted in the hull.

The explosions rocked the spacecraft, and Zika was almost knocked from her feet. "Hmm, must have put a little too much in." She mused to herself. "Gotta remember that."

Then she looked up and Quatre noticed her. "Hey, are you alright?"

To her disgust, Zika turned a little red. "Yeah, I'm okay." Quickly, she raced off towards the mechanics door. Unfortunately, it was now locked, as the Gundams were prepareing to take off.

"Shit!" Zika swore, because they would have to open the doors and she didn't think that she could breath in hard vacuum. Throwing away her pride, Zika ran back to the Gundams, yelling for help. No one noticed her.

Zika decided that there was enough room in the hanger for her to activate her suit.

Electricity began to run around her body rapidly. Zika delighted in its feeling and closed her eyes in concentration. It took a little more power than she had expected and more concentration, but it worked. She sat, dressed in her shiny white armour, inside a mobile suit that looked like a cross-over between all five Gundams and her own Digital armour. And since it was Zika's design, it was a good-looking crossover.

Zika licked her lips in anticipation. 'They should be noticing me right about…' Zika counted. 'NOW!' The communications device crackled to life, and a stern voice demanded to know who she was. Not in those exact, polite words, of course. Zika didn't blame them. They had a crazy girl running around knocking out their fellow pilots, the evacuation alarm had gone off with no immediate threat in sight, and now some strange suit appears behind them, in the hanger.

Zika, however, did not answer them. She set off a few more charges, and turned her suit towards the inside of whatever craft she was on. Then she began to thoroughly destroy the craft.

Surprisingly, the Gundams did not immediately attack her. They got out of the hanger and out of her path of destruction first. Which, to her, made them not as dumb as she thought they might be. Zika laughed.

*****************Random Acts of Insanity (RAOI) ***************

" A cheesy falls from a table in the cafeteria and bounces off a shoe."

Zika raises an eyebrow at the writer, Neko Baka. "OOOOkay, what have you been on?"

Neko just giggles.

***********************************************This has been a Random Act of Insanity******(Back to the story)



Zika decided not to play with her newfound toys. She had became rather bored actually, and now only felt a burning rage. She had tried really hard to control her anger, but now she let it all out. Grinning manically, she began shooting rapidly and magaged to at least disable the Gundams. Zika didn't care any more. All she cared was whether things got destroyed, and things blew up. She didn't care about the totally massacre that she made as she systematically destroying colony after colony…

The colonies weren't the easy prey that Zika had first thought them to be. Weak, but not easy. It was only a step higher of a challenge, but not much. She let her rage take over and enjoyed the bloodshed. She preferred to get the weak and useless out of the way first thing, before going after better prey. Usually it attracted that larger prey. She was right too.

A few extremely battered Gundams tried to stop her, even tried to reason with her, but she was so far into her bloodlust that she simply shot them down. Dead or alive, it didn't matter to her.

'Everything must die.' She smiled at the thought. 'Everything will die.'



(After one of Zika's destruction at an unnamed colony)

Duo choked at the wreckage. There was hardly anything left of the colony. He had been too late to stop the deaths of another colony. 'Or at least tried to.' He thought, remembering the Gundams, and everyone else's attempts tame the unnamed destroyer.

Duo was frustrated, and no longer wore his usual grin. So many were dead, for no apparent reason.

'What would drive someone to kill so many people? None of this makes sense! At least, nothing logical makes sense.' Sometimes things could get crazy in wars, especially out in space.

Duo's communications caught his attention.

"So Duo, you're one of the living, huh?" Heero's voice said.

"Yeah, how are things going?" Duo managed a slight smile. 'Trust Heero to survive something like this.'

"Not too good, we're all pretty much alive, more or less. The only permenate damage is to the Gundams. Wufei especially."

"Is he able to fly?"

"Not for a while." Heero was silent. "How about you?"

"Not too bad. Every time I get to a colony that's currently being attacked, that…Thing takes me out no problem. I get left floating. Then I get to the next one too late anyways." Duo said bitterly.

"Same with the rest of us, but we got to keep trying."

"Yeah, right now it's going after civilians and colonies. Soon it might be after us."

"We can't give up, Duo." Heero said.

Duo was silent.



Zika was bored again. All the colonies were gone. She had sent fireballs down onto the Earth and pretty much ruined any military operations. She said pretty cause she thought that they made pretty fireworks when they blew up.

Zika smiled. 'There's just one more thing left to do…'

Trowa managed to get in touch with Heero. He thought it would be better if he heard it from a friend. It might be on what was left of the news, if they still were able to use the network anymore. Travel in space wouldn't be possible for quite a while, that was sure.

Trowa thought that Quatre should've been the one to break the news to Heero, but the kind pilot had suffered a blow and wouldn't be able to walk for a while.

It was very hard for Trowa to look Heero in the eye.

"Heero," He finally said, taking a deep breath to keep his courage up. "Relena is dead."

Trowa thought he saw shock in Heero's eyes. Trowa felt a pang to his heart. "How?" Heero whispered.

"The building that she was in got hit, the roof collapsed on top of her. There was nothing to be done. No one survived." Trowa said.

Heero closed his eyes. Trowa could see his grief.

"At least one of her wishes will come true." Heero said at last, his eyes still closed. "There isn't anyone up in space anymore to make war with, except us. There will be peace on Earth at last, I think."

Trowa nodded. He hated to bring this up, and hated himself more for doing so. "Quatre got hit as well. Blow to the head, he'll be all right though. Wufei's brooding, pretty beat up as well."

"And you?"

Trowa offered a weak grin. "I won't be going anywhere too soon. I've been pretty lucky so far."

"Duo and I are coming in. There's nothing left up here that we know about, other than the suit that's responsible. Haven't seen that for a while either."

There was nothing left in space. Everything was a mess of scrap metal and bits of bodies. Earth wasn't much better off either. Zika did leave it with some civilization.

She floated over the Earth, staring at it. She wanted to kill more, her blind rage had yet to leave her, but she gained control.

'Just a little more.' She thought. She licked her lips as she began her descend. Fire seemed to dance in front of her cockpit, and she smiled. She rather liked fire. It was the perfect destroyer, kind of like her.

It took half an hour for her to land. She chose a quiet spot in the woods somewhere. Not that it matter, she doubted that anyone would bother to come looking, if there was anyone left in these parts.

'Damn! I was too efficient at killing every one!'

Frustrated, she began to beat large stones into dirt. She did realize in the back of her mind that she was acting a little stupid.

"Uh, Zika?"

"Shut up Jova!"

"Why are you beating up rocks?"

"Cause I'm bored. And frustrated!"

"Do you realize that the Gundams are coming?"

"Yes. I'm waiting for them. I want them to see me before I leave. See that a girl beat them and their civilization!"

"It was only one guy."

"There are others like him. He was taught to think that way."

Silence.

The Gundams came. Miraculously, Wufei's gundam was scrapped together. Zika supposed that they thought that this would be their last stand, and that they would die together fighting her.

'Too bad for you, I plan to let you live with shame!' She let them land in a circle around her. Chuckling, she reached for the communicator.

"Well, finally you show up. It's not polite to let a lady wait." Zika said, grinning. No one said that Zika was a lady.

"You're the one who massacred all those people." A young, strong ('and of course, male.'

Zika thought.) Voice responded.

"Yes, actually I am." Zika said coldly. "They were all useless anyways. And now I suppose you want to have revenge on the killer, or at least die trying, hm?" She laughed. "How noble! You'll die for someone who is already dead!"

"You're a heartless bitch!" Another voice said. Zika thought that it was Duo, or perhaps Wufei.

"Why, thank you!" Zika said, laughing at them. Then they struck. Perhaps they thought that their number could overwhelm her. Zika sighed, and then proceeded to beating them up.

'It must not be pleasant.' She decided. 'To be beaten up by one girl when you've had years of training. After all, they are considered some of the best pilots ever. '

Zika decided to have some pity on them. It was one of the rarest of the rare moments. She rendered them helpless and made sure that no permanent damage was done, fairly quickly as possible. She stood over them, surprised at how tired she was.

'Well, I've been doing nothing but killing. No eating takes it out of you.' Grinning, Zika ended it.

"Well, now I hope you all have learned your lesson." Zika told them. "Wait, there was no lesson. Still, hope you learned something."

She talked into her wristband. "Cancel Digital Mobile, Activate Dimension sequence."

Zika's mobile suit began to vanish at the same time that the bright light of the hopper began to circle her.

"Good-bye, Gundam pilots."

Then she was gone.