Repent All Ye Sinners
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction by Miaka Kennyuuki
Contains: angst, violence, blood, chance of Armageddon.
Warnings: language, Shounen ai
Rating: Pg-13
Pairings: 121, 343, 565
Genre: Action/Adventure, Fantasy
Disclaimer: I have no claim to Gundam Wing or any of its affiliates. Besides, suing me would yield half a sock and 17 cents, and I know no one wants that.
Beta'ed by Plastic Tree
Repent (1/?)
Peace Is Only a Word
The crowd was huge. So many people from so many nations all come to hear the peace talk being given to the Earth Sphere United Nation. Citizens from Korea, Turkmenistan, Russia, Vietnam, Brazil, America, and many other places all spilled into the large ceremonial hall of Sanq Palace. Representatives from the Lagrange points were also present.
Relena Peacecraft-Darlian, daughter of the late Foreign Minister Darlian, faced the people with a soft smile and a firm demeanor. Beside her, her bodyguard Heero Yuy scanned the crowd for any possible dangers to his charge. Many cringed back from the cold glare that swept the room, chills running down their backs. Relena smiled. Heero was so cute sometimes.
A cue from the side stage warned her that she would begin in a minute. Nodding subtly, Relena drew a deep breath and calmed any nervous flutters. That down, she looked to Heero once more, smiling when he turned his penetrating glare on her. Glad of her love's reassurance, she began the speech that she was sure would change the E.S.U.N. forever.
"People of Earth and the Colonies, the time for peace has come. The last war is over and all weapons and munitions factories have been dealt with. Even the Gundam pilots have relinquished arms and given up on war. Romafeller, OZ, the Alliance, White Fang, the Barton Foundation, the Perfect Peace People, all these foes have been vanquished and the call for disarmament is finally in place. Violence and death, blood and gore, all those times are behind us," Relena said. She pointed to a huge pile of mobile suits, guns, grenades and other military paraphernalia.
"Behind you is a pile of the all the remaining weapons on the entire Earth Sphere and Colonies. Every handgun, every firework, every little thing that could start violence anywhere has been removed from every home and every warehouse. My team of professionals made a sweep of the entire nation, and nothing is left." She gestured at the pile. "This is all that can hurt us now, and as of today, all of it will be sent into the Earth's core, along with the blue prints and designs for every one of these weapons."
An outcry rose up from the section of the hall where the arms dealers resided, and another where the old generals for either side stood. For once both sides were in accord when they cried out about the injustice they felt they were being given.
"Are you crazy?! Do you have any idea how many years it took my team to develop some of these weapons? Can you even fathom the amount of hours they spent every day working to perfect these?!" one arms designer, Michelangelo Vicci, cried.
"Hours that could have been spent developing a new toy for a child, or better ways to keep people off the streets," Relena countered. "Do you realize that without war, there would be no war orphans? Families would be made together and stay together. The only orphans would be the usual ones that lost their parents through cancer or accidents. No more scores of children homeless because one base is blown up, or one battle is fought. Isn't that better than some silly designs for guns?" The man who protested, settled down, truly thinking about what was said.
"But what about the jobs that these weapons gave us?" demanded one woman. "Almost half the Earth's population is in some way working for an arms dealer or weapons manufacturer. Every business is tied in somehow. Millions of people will lose their jobs!"
At this Relena hesitated, but her confident mien sprang back quickly. 'There will be other jobs, jobs concerning the children, restoring the Earth, managing the Colonies," she said.
"We don't need managing!" yelled Lagrange 3 President Isaac Granovich.
"Damn straight!" added L7 mayor Charles Ming.
"Please, citizens, do not turn away from the chance to have absolute peace! We can beat this! The Earth will recover!" Relena cried.
For hours the Earth's and Colony leaders debated over whether destroying the last of humanities defenses was indeed wise. Many issues came up, like the chance of another war, despite disarmament, or discovering a new race. What then? But in the end, the people chose peace. The idea was too pleasing to throw aside. And so, the pile of weapons, melted down into a huge metal ball, was launched into the Earth's core by way of the San Andreas Fault (which had grown considerably bigger since the 1990s.) But there was one thing Relena's top team of scientists hadn't thought of.
How angry the Earth would be.
"What do you think about Relena's decision, Heero?" Quatre asked, in his usual polite way. The blond sipped slowly from a cup of Earl Grey, as did Wufei and Heero. Trowa and Duo indulged in strong German coffee.
"Hn. Whatever my opinion, as long as Relena's path is toward peace, I stand with her," Heero answered, nothing in his voice to suggest any emotion.
"Well me, I think the chick's crazy," Duo piped up. The others looked at Duo sharply. "What?" he asked.
"Do not let your dislike of the Vice Minister of Foreign Relations color your judgment, Maxwell," Wufei interceded. Duo scowled.
"Look guys, I don't like Queen bitch, I can admit it. But I will never, ever let personal feelings interfere with a decision as important as this," he said. "Now, I already know that the Armistice has been put into affect, and the Earth is finally weapon free, but I don't believe the decision was made rationally. Sure, she's all for peace and the kids, but in the long run, we are now defenseless to every threat that could even pop up. I almost hope there is still an MS or MD factory somewhere, still active."
"I'll have to side with Maxwell on this one," Wufei admitted. "War is just part of life, and I have accepted that. This disarmament will only encourage violence and war to come back and hit harder than ever before."
"See, even Wu-man agrees!" Duo cried triumphantly. Heero made a undistinguishable sound, and Quatre snorted.
"The Earth cries," Trowa whispered. The four other pilots froze and turned to stare at their quietest comrade.
"Trowa, what—," Quatre began.
"She cries, and She is angry," he continued. "We shouldn't have sent the weapons into her heart. It pains her."
"What are you talking about, Trowa?" Duo asked, sort of freaked out. Quatre stood and moved to Trowa's side, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you well, Barton?" Wufei asked. Heero said nothing, watching Trowa stiffly. Heavyarms's pilot doubled over and clutched his heart.
"She's angry," he whispered in a strange voice, as if someone was squeezing his heart.
"Trowa!" Quatre cried.
"Tro, you okay?!" Duo said, standing.
"She wants revenge for the injustice done to Her! We must heal Her or She will take Her price in exchange," Trowa continued.
"Who, Trowa? What are you talking about?" Quatre cried desperately.
"Mother Earth. She is angry. We must heal Her, or...or..." Trowa gasped and began panting as if dying.
"Or what?!" Duo cried, moving to Trowa's side.
"Or She will get rid of that which hurts Her," he whispered, right before he fainted. The remaining pilots stared at each other, only Duo willing to voice what they were thinking at the moment.
"Well shit," the braided boy muttered. The others nodded solemnly.
TBC
Whaddya think? This is the result of boredom and hate for Relena. If things work out, she'll die in this fic. Review, luvs. See ya next time!