Disclaimer: I don't own Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing nor its characters. Wish I did, but if I did, you would notice all of the 1x2 scenes present in the anime and manga. And Relena would most likely be dead. And GW would not be rated PG-13 anymore. Enjoy. I only own the plot.
Saisei: Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing
by Hikaru
Prologue
"Shinigami is back from Hell!" A cackle and psychotic laugh followed the shout. Even though this came from the most cheerful of the group, the laughter was still kind of suppressed.
"Duo, shut up." came the reply from pilot 01.
Everyone was depressed from the briefing of the mission. They all knew that they probably didn't stand a chance of surviving this mission.
Flashback (Duo's POV)
Heero had called everyone up to the room we shared for a mission. His voice sounded colder than before. When we all arrived in the room, we gathered around his seat at the computer.
"Yuy! What is the meaning of this?" Wufei was pissed off that he was interrupted from his meditation session.
"We all have a mission. came Heero's monotonous reply.
"What is it?" I asked.
"We have to infiltrate an OZ military base 2 days from now when the Romefeller delegates are there in a meeting. There are 3 main computers in that base that we need to get information from and crash afterwards. Then we destroy the base. " Heero replied.
"With the delegates inside?" Trowa asked quietly.
"Yes." Heero said.
"WHAT? Are they crazy? Infiltrate and get info from the computers, okay. Destroy the base, okay. But with the delegates inside? We'll never make it out with one set of data much less three! What the hell were they thinking? And the stupid delegates probably brought a whole army with them each for protection! Do they really think we'll get out of this alive?" I rambled. Then I stopped and stared at Heero."Did you just sat more than 10 words at once?" 'Especially in front of the others?' I added mentally.
"Hn. Baka." Heero said.
"I don't think they really expect us to survive this." Quatre said softly.
Everyone stayed quiet for 5 minutes. Then Heero said"If no one has any objections, I'm going to accept this mission for all of us."
Then is was silent again, so I spoke up, "Well, if they want to get rid of us, then we might as well show them up."
Quatre slowly smiled and agreed. Of course, Trowa came along after that. I mean, they're practically joined at the hip. Why they're still trying to hide it, I don't know. It's very obvious that they like each other.
"Very well. I accept also." Wufei finally spoke up.
"Alright, Heero, we're gonna do this!" I grinned.
His lips twitched up at the edge a bit before he turned around. He typed in 'Nimmu Ryoukai' and sent in the email. Everyone then split to prepare for the mission. When I finished packing, I turned around and found Heero already done and back at his laptop. I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck, bent down, and put my chin on his shoulder.
"What'cha doin', Hee-chan?" I whispered into his ear.
"I'm checking over and memorizing the map of the base." Heero replied.
"Oh. What do you think will happen if we don't make it out of this alive?" I asked.
Heero just smirked. "Hn. This coming from the self-proclaimed God of Death."
"Hey!" I smacked him in the shoulder and pouted.
"It's getting late, let's go to sleep." Heero said and stood up, before walking over to his bed. Then I climbed in after him. He put his arm around my waist and hugged me closer to him while I snuggled up to him. We fell asleep in that position.
End Flashback
Wufei was missing inside the base and had yet to come out. We had also lost sight of Trowa when the battle had started.
"NOOOOO!" Quatre had slammed his fists on the control panel. Heero and Duo were startled and stared at him.
"04? Status?" Heero asked.
Quatre was now heard sobbing. "I...I-I can't feel them anymore...ahh!" He was hit by several self-destructing mobile dolls. Sandrock was covered in a huge explosion.
"Quatre!" Duo shouted. Heero was silent, but he seemed to be in shock of what had just happened.
"Ow! Stupid dolls! Die!" Duo shouted.
They kept destroying more and more dolls, but new ones kept replacing the ones lost. Finally, they realized that they only had one chance left to actually win. They didn't exactly mind the results of using their chance anymore. Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei were already dead. Heero and Duo looked at each other and nodded. They were going to do it. However, they both gave each other a gentle look that explained everything. They both pressed the self-destruct button at the same time, with the other's image as each other's last though in their mind.
Three Days Later
Iria was watching the news along with Hilde, Catherine, Sally, Milliardo, Noin, Une, Trieze, and Mariemeia. Quatre's other 28 sisters were also present.
Announcement
"This just in, it would seem that OZ has won the war. The leader of this organization is now Tsuberov and Duke Dermail since the traitor Trieze Kushrenada left. However, the good thing about this end is that the terrorists, also known as the Gundam Pilots are dead. It would seem that the Gundams itself are destroyed in an explosion when they tried to attack the Romefeller delegates and OZ's main base. Peace is finally here." said one reporter. "Let's see what Prime Minister Miss Relena Peacecraft has to say about this, shall we?" she moved the microphone in front of Relena.
"I...I-I think that this is an outrage! This is not true peace. What the Gundam Pilots did was for peace. OZ was not a peaceful organization. It used the Sanq Kingdom's name as a cover. I happen to know the Gundam pilots personally, and I find them to be very kind people." Relena answered. Her eyes were red from crying.
"Can you identify and tell us who they are then? We believe the public should know, and the pilots are dead anyways, so what harm would it do?" another reporter asked.
"Don't you ever say that about them again! You hear me! They're more respectable than most people here and living!" Relena raged.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be an insult." The same reporter apologized.
Relena stared hard at him before answering. "Very well. I shall tell you who they are then. However, I want everyone to know that what they did was out of necessity. They only followed orders, and anyone whose relatives, parents, or siblings who you believe were murdered by them, should blame OZ and its founders. I'm glad that some of them realized what was right though."
"Um...Miss Relena? Can you tell us who the pilots are now, please? I'm sure that our viewers will want to know." A third and snobby reporter nearby said.
"Yes. The pilot of Gundam 01, Wing Zero, is Heero Yuy. The pilot of Gundam 02, Deathscythe Hell, is Duo Maxwell. Pilot 03 of Heavyarms is Trowa Barton, and pilot 05 of Altron, or Nataku as he insists on calling it, is Wufei Chang." Relena said promptly.
"Excuse me, but you didn't say who pilot 04 was." The first reporter had spoken up again.
"Yes, I'm getting to that. I'm sure that you all want to know who he is, but it is very unexpected really. He is the only one with a family, but he still fights for what he believes in." Relena prompted them.
"Could you just say who he is?" Exasperation was heard in the snobby third reporter's voice.
Relena narrowed her eyes at her. "Very well. The pilot of Gundam 04, Sandrock, is Quatre Rabaerba Winner."
"The Winner heir?" The second reporter cried out in shock.
"Yes. And I forbid anyone who goes after his family." Relena smirked. "Quatre has a whole army of mercenaries protecting his family out of their own free will."
"Yes, Miss Relena. Can you tell us about each pilot? Such as their gender, age, ethnicity, etc." The first reporter asked again.
"Well, they're all boys, and they're all 15 years old each..." Relena was cut off.
"What? Surely you must be kidding." The second reporter exclaimed.
"No, I'm not kidding!" Relena snapped. "Do you want anymore info or not!"
"Yes, Miss Relena." The reporters all replied.
"Thank you." She said, exasperated. "Now, pilot 01 is Japanese, pilot 02 is American, pilot 03 is either French, Spanish, or Latin, pilot 04 is Arabian, and pilot 05 is Chinese."
"Do you have a picture of them for us to see?" the first reporter asked again.
"No, I'm sorry, but I don't have any pictures of them. You'll have to ask Iria for that." Relena started sniffling at this as if she was about to cry. Then she got into her limo and Pagan drove away.
"So that's that. Now going to Beth, who is right outside the Winner home right now." The second reporter said.
"Thank you, Sarah. Now we are outside the Winner home. We're hoping that Iria is inside right now and will answer the door." Beth, another reporter said.
End Announcement
Iria and the group were sitting in shock about what had just happened. Then they heard the doorbell ring. They all looked at each other.
"Should we open it" Noin asked. "We know what they want. Should we let them?"
Iria sighed. "Why not? Relena already told them, and I don't suppose that it will matter much anymore anyways. Quatre left me a letter saying that I should take over after him if he doesn't make it. I'll go get the photo." She sounded resigned to what had happened.
"So who's going to open the door?" Milliardo asked. They all looked at each other and said as one, "I'm not going to."
Everyone glared at each other for a few minutes as the doorbell rang insistently. Finally, Trieze sighed, "Fine, I'll go."
He left the room to open the door. Everyone else followed behind quietly and hid behind the wall nearest to the door without being seen.
"Hmm...wonder what happens when they realize that His Excellency has been hiding here all along..." Lady Une murmured.
Milliardo, Noin, Sally, Hilde, Catherine, and Mariemeia looked at each other. "Uh-oh."
At the Door
'Why won't they open the door?' Beth was getting angry. She had been standing there for almost 10 minutes already with no one answering the door. Finally the door opened and she immediately walked up to the person standing there only to stop short when she realized that she was looking at Trieze Kushrenada.
"S-sir." She stuttered.
Back to Trieze
'I should have never given in.' Trieze though as the reporter stared at him. "What" he snapped.
The reporter was startled out of her daze and jumped. "My name is Beth and I'm a reporter. Is Miss Iria home?" A camera was behind her recording live.
"Yes, she is home." Trieze sighed. "Come in, she's getting the photo." He turned around and walked back into the house. "And you guys, stop eavesdropping."
Everyone came out behind the wall and sat down in the living room. The Iria came down the stairs holding a framed photo. Beth walked up to her and greeted her with the camera-man following. Then they sat down across from each other.
"Hello, my name is Beth. Can you show us a photo of the Gundam Pilots please?" The reporter asked.
"Yes." Iria sighed. "Here." She held up a photo of the pilots as the camera zoomed in on it. It was a picture of 5 boys standing together with 5 humongous gundams behind them, each behind their respective pilot. The ones in the middle were Quatre and Trowa; Trowa was a little behind Quatre with his arms around Quatre's waist, while Quatre had folded his arms on top of Trowa's arms. Quatre was smiling brightly while Trowa had the barest hint of a smile on his face. Wufei was off on the right with his arms folded across his chest facing the right a bit with his head turned to look at the camera. He had a little smirk on his face. Duo was next to Quatre on the left grinning with one of his arms around Heero's shoulders. His other made a pair of little bunny ears in back of Quatre's head. Heero, however, had his left arm around Duo's waist and his right hand gripping Duo's braid tightly and was standing half-behind Duo. He was half-smirking, half-smiling.
Beth stared in shock, as did the camera-man. It would seem that half the world was too. They all wondered how professional terrorists that piloted gundams could be so young. Even their age number didn't do them justice.
"You done staring yet?" Iria asked.
The reporter and camera-man snapped out of their daze and replied, "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, we're done. How do you feel about the Winner heir dying?"
Iria glared. "As fine as you can get when your baby brother's dead."
"I'm sorry" Beth replied. "How are all of you related to Iria or the gundam pilots?"
"We're all friends." Noin, Milliardo, Lady Une, and Trieze replied.
"Duo was my best friend." Hilde said.
"Trowa was part of my circus team and was like my little brother." Catherine tearfully cried.
"And we're Master Quatre's guards. Now get out! You're distressing them." Rashid had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started reprimanding the newscast.
The reporter looked startled as she was herded out the door. "W-who are you?" She stuttered.
"I am Rashid, leader of the Maganuacs." He folded his arms as he replied. "Now out!"
"Wait, the Maganuacs? As in the strongest mercenary group?" Beth shouted.
"Yes, you got a problem with that?" Rashid snapped.
"No but how much did Mr. Winner pay you for serving him? I heard your group was very expensive to hire! How did he ever find you?" Beth questioned.
"Master Quatre helped us, we liked him, we followed him, and we serve him without payment. End of story. Now good-bye." He said flatly and slammed the door in her face. He turned around and sighed. 'This is getting to be too much.'
Iria sighed. "Wonder what's going to happen now?"
"I don't know, but knowing Dermail and Tsuberov, we can expect a world ruled by dictators. Especially from the aristocrats and rich." Trieze said.
"But then you'll be considered a dictator of L4. Well, at least we'll know that at least one place in the world is peaceful." Noin said.
"Well, you have a point there, Hope everything goes alright." Hilde said.
"We'll have to set up a base of rebels to fight back though, just in case it gets too bad." Lady Une said.
"Hmm...you're right. What'll we call it though?" Milliardo said. "I suppose that I'll have to use my old war name. We'll also need a secure place to store gundams Epyon and Tallegeese."
Everyone was silent for a moment. "How about the name Preventors?" Catherine asked. Slowly, everyone agreed.
"Now we just need to recruit people carefully." Iria said. "Does everyone here agree to join?"
"Yes." everyone chorused.
"What is everyone going to do now then?" Iria asked.
"I'm going to salvage the rest of the gundam parts with the sweepers." Hilde said.
"Alright, I'll try to find a government job as a doctor then. It might help find recruits." Sally said.
"I'll go back to the circus." Catherine said.
"I'll join Miss Relena's army then." Noin said.
"And I'll do the office jobs for her then." Zechs said.
"Is suppose that I might be able to find a job as a college professor." Lady Une said.
"Truthfully, the only thing I'm good at besides being a general is in politics. Somehow, I don't think I'll be able to get a job there." Trieze said. "And Mariemeia should go to school."
"Aww..." Mariemeia whined and pouted.
"Well, I suppose that you can work here for Winner Enterprises, but you'll have to use a different name. And Mariemeia will have to be careful about what she says around other people. She'll also have to change her last name. It's too recognizable." Iria said.
"Alright then, it's settled. How about we st-..." Hilde was cut off.
"Um...we've kinda overheard everything you've said, and we've decided to join in. The ones who won't have jobs will take government office ones. We wanna help." said Yasmeen, now currently the youngest. The rest of the group nodded.
Iria sighed. "Alright."
"Ahem, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted..." Hilde looked at the sisters who smiled and giggle nervously and sheepishly. "How about we start everything tomorrow?"
Everyone smiled and nodded.
DO NOT flame until you have read chapter one. Contrary to the prologue, this is NOT a deathfic and the pilots WILL have a bigger role. And if you check up the meaning of the title, you will understand what I mean...if not, just wait until chapter 1.
Tell me anything I've spelled wrong and the names of the people if I spelled any wrong. And this is my first fic. Grade as harsh or as easy as you want on this. But, I will NOT accept any flames that have to do with the fact that the pilots are dead...FOR NOW...otherwise, flames are accepted. Read and Review please!
Oh yeah...I've written this about a year ago...just never typed it up...I have up to chapter 4 done. If you want more, then review and tell me. If possible, I want at least 10 reviews from 10 different people...I know its asking for too much, but I'm trying to keep my hopes up.
And I usually go by the name Hikaru rather than my pen name since its too long to type and I'm used to using the name Hikaru to review. The spaces and enters and such don't seem to want to work. Anyone have any suggestions? I use wordpad.