Chapter Five
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Heero's hand was bruising her skin – her perfect and creamy skin. Usagi's mouth was shaped in a perfect little 'o' but her face was decidedly red.
"Never leave our sight intentionally again. Not unless we order you to."
Duo watched Heero abuse Usagi for exactly 4.3 seconds before he rushed Heero and knocked him to the ground.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Heero's tone of voice was contemptuous.
"I'm protecting Usagi. You gave me that job, didn't you?" Duo's American accent grated on Heero's ears – Duo could tell by Heero's clenched jaw.
"Fine."
"Fine? Nothing's fine. You won't let it be fine. You give us half-assed explanations. You don't tell us what's going on. Nothing is fine!"
"Hn..."
"Don't give me that grunting bullshit-"
Usagi put her hand on Duo's clothed arm. "It's ok. It's really ok."
Duo snarled, "It's not fucking ok. Mr. Perfect Soldier over there won't give us the time of day. Something huge is going on here, and he's still speaking as much as before!"
"Duo, you need to calm down." She turned to Heero, "Calm him down, please!"
"Hn..."
Duo laughed angrily, "See, that's what I mean. He grunts and everyone just does what they think he wants. Well fuck that! It's time you gave us some real words. Some real information, you fucking jerk." His head snapped back as he felt his braid being pulled out of his head. "Ow, what the hell was that for?"
"Duo, you need to calm down."
"Stop pulling my braid!"
"Not until you calm down."
"Usagi, stop it!"
"Are you finished?"
Duo sighed. "Fine, yes. I'm finished. But I still think-"
"Duo..."
"Fine..."
Trowa spoke from his spot in the corner of the room. His one green eye seemed to glare at Duo. "Good. What happens now, Heero?"
Heero frowned and conceded, "I don't know."
Everything was blurry, and goodness he was tired. Quatre tried to sit up, but he didn't have the energy. He blinked and slowly shook his head from side to side. His vision cleared slightly, and when he turned his head to the right he could see someone on a bed similar to his.
The figure's hair was very, well, green. Long and green. That was really all he could tell.
An hour later he was still unable to do anything but lie on the bed. He grunted as he tried to sit up for what felt like the billionth time. He stopped when he heard the figure moan. He nearly stopped breathing in an attempt to listen to his room companion.
Quatre went green with jealousy when the figure sat up immediately. She – well it was now obvious the figure was a she – put a hand to her head and looked around, much like he would have liked to do.
"Who are you?" The woman spoke in even tones, with what seemed to be no accent. It was very odd.
Quatre coughed. "I'm Quatre Raberba Winner. Of -" He coughed again and his voice was much hoarser, "Of Winner Corporations."
She smiled – and where did she get such a perfect voice? – "Meioh Setsuna, well Setsuna, please, just call me Setsuna."
He frowned. "I'm not accustomed to people introducing themselves with their last name first. Why do you do that?"
"I always have."
"Oh..." He would ask why but he couldn't summon the energy to ask.
"You're tired. You should sleep again."
Quatre silently agreed, but was also annoyed with how accurate that was. He was a Gundam Pilot for Heaven's sake! "Why would you think so?"
"Your eyes are bloodshot. Your breathing is heavy and labored. There are dark circles under your eyes. I am a nurse, and have been for a very long time." Her voice had grown wistful.
"Were you in the war?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"Oh..."
"Now, please, sleep."
"Yes, ma'am."
And Quatre's vision went blurry again as he fell asleep.
The man in the white lab coat frowned. His scowl was menacing in his hard face. He did not seem like the type to be a scientist. He looked as if he should have been a soldier. The scar running behind his left ear and down his neck did not make him appear any more scholarly.
His men cowered around him and he was annoyed. These men did not know how to understand the consequences of their actions. He did and he was not bothered.
He would not rule the world. He would not destroy the world. He would not live forever.
But his actions would.
And as cliché as he felt, he knew it was for the best. It was for the good of the world and the good of the human race. They were disintegrating into some sort of mechanical pigs that he hadn't believed possible.
What did his capture of the Gundam Pilot and the seemingly random nurse have to do with anything? The cowards surrounding him would never understand. But they and the world would know why soon. The difference between knowing and understanding was too much for them. But they would know.
"Who is the next target, sir?"
"A fellow scientist. You know the one. She would be on L2. Have her here in 24 hours or your head is mine. And I don't mean the one resting on your neck."
AN: Thanks for reading. And being patient. So, yeah. The next target is pretty easy to figure out and not nearly as cryptic as the one before. Hope you liked it. As always, read and review!