Rae: I have cleaned this chapter up a bit, cause stuff didn't fit right. So, enjoy the revision. Next chapter will be up soon.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own GW...wish i did
Inner Circle Experiment
Chapter One
I had arrived at the shuttle port, stepping off the shuttle into the docking area. I walk toward the exit, my eyes catching sight of a man holding a paper, which had my name written on it. I approached the man quietly, stopping just in front of him.
"Miss Raven, I presume?" he asked.
I nodded and the door he stood in front of opened, allowing my to see inside the vehicle. I slid into the back of the limo, the interior dark purple velvet, just my style. I sat back and gazed out the tinted window, watching the many people walking on the sidewalks, laughing and talking. My eyes caught sight of a group of teens, arms linked together at the elbows as they headed toward the shopping district. I felt the vehicle pull to a stop, the door opening a few seconds later.
Stepping out of the car, I was greeted by a beautiful, Victorian styled mansion. Grape vines grew up the sides of the houses, attaching themselves to the balcony. I noticed my mind quickly observed where all the exits, windows, and balconies were located at, how to get out quickly and if the doors opened from the inside or outside. I heard the front door open, not realizing I had walked up to the front entrance.
Standing in front of me was Marquis Rose, a friend of the family. His ebony hair was tipped a deep, black cherry-red and spiked on end, his ocean blue eyes being a common trait among his family. I noticed he smiled widely just before my mind registered he had tackled me into one of his infamous bear hugs.
"Raven, you made it!" he cheered aloud.
I nodded as he let go of me and ushered me into the house. He began speaking quickly, talking about his two brothers, his girlfriend, and other things which seemed pointless to me, but I had to admit it was good seeing him again. He showed me to my temporary bedroom, before he began giving me information if I needed help. He turned and left as I entered my bedroom.
I instantly noticed he had designed it according to my style and tastes. The room was big, which meant I had enough space to meditate and exercise. The floor was pure, black marble, the violet light from the stained-glass lampshades giving the black floor a tint of purple. My bed was perfect, the black comforter decorated with small silver stars and trimmings covered the deep, violet sheets. A dark, purple overstuffed chair sat in the corner of the room, a small personal fireplace beside it and the large, double French doors on its other side, leading to the balcony.
I spent the rest of the day putting away my selective items, clothing, jewelry and necessities before strategically placing my preferred weapons around the room, in my private bathroom, under my pillow, in the cushion of my chair, to the disillusioned letter-opener on my study desk. I made sure they were in places reachable, but couldn't be seen by some of the best -trained eyes. I instantly went to bed after hacking into the system of a nearby school and registering myself into the school as an exchange student from Japan.
A little girl was forced to watch as the bodies burned, her mouth open as she tried to yell but no words came from her mouth. Screams of agony and the putrid scent of burning flesh filled the little girl's senses, her body shuddering from the sickening thought.
I jerked awake, a thin layer of sweat glazing my body over. I gazed out the window to see the night sky lightening a bit in the horizon. The sun would rise in a few hours, which meant I had time to get a small workout in before taking a shower and getting ready for school. I shook my head of any thought before climbing out of bed and changing into some workout clothes.
I quickly did a routine before hitting the showers, washing off the sweat and clearing my mind of any thought toward the nightmare. Gazing into the mirror, I look at the dark, blue-violet eyes glaring back at me. Long, black hair clung to me, water soaking it the roots, before I quickly threw it up in two braided buns on either side of my head, single silver chopsticks holding them in place. I changed into a pair of baggy, black cargo pants, concealing a small, four-inch bladed dagger in one of the many pockets, a tight black tank top stopping an inch above my naval. I placed a silver hoop through my piercing above my belly button, matching the many, which decorated the shells of both ears, minus the amethyst studs that pierced through my earlobes. I applied black eyeliner along my eyelids, purple eye shadow fading out as it colored my eyelids. I put simple lip-gloss on my lips, before applying mascara on my eyelashes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I nodded in approval before slipping on my black boots, slipping a thin, two-inch bladed dagger in between the boot and my ankle.
I walked out of the room and went to the kitchen, noticing a note near the coffee pot. I started the coffee up, making a fresh new batch and read the note as I waited for the coffee to finish.
Rae,
I went out to pick up a few friends before going to school. Keys are hanging near the garage door. You'll know which vehicle is yours.
-Marquis
I crumpled up the note and tossed it in the nearby trashcan before pouring the fresh coffee in a mug and gulping it down. Walking to the garage door, I grab the only set of keys on a key rack, and looked at the array of vehicles. My eyes immediately caught sight of a beautiful racing motorcycle. Most of it was black, except the violet eyes painted on the front panel of the motorcycle. I couldn't help the grin that formed on my lips as I slid my black messengers' bag over my shoulder, and immediately climbing on the bike. Starting the engine, I sped out of the garage and headed toward the school.
I pulled into the parking lot of my new school, climbed off the bike before heading toward the building. I entered the school, receiving strange looks from people and headed toward the office, getting my schedule.
Day One
Period One- Poetry and Creative Writing- Room 238
Period Two- Phys. Ed.- Gym
Period Three- Lunch- Cafe
Period Four- Chemistry- Room 164
Period Five- Politics and Government
Period Six- Computer Tech- Room 061
Day Two
Period One- English- Room 249
Period Two- Free Period
Period Three- Lunch- Café
Period Four- Math- 244
Period Five- Fencing and Martial Arts- Outside Courtyard
Period Six- Art- Room 043
I nodded contently with the schedule before walking off to my given homeroom. I knocked before entering, immediately noticing the place going silent. The woman, who stood up from the front desk, Mrs. Howard, almost instantly, greeted me.
"Hello, you must be the exchange student. Why don't you introduce yourself and answer some questions the students may have," she insisted.
I held back a glare but nodded. Turning to the students, I bowed respectively, "My name is Raven, I just transferred here from Japan and I'm hoping to finish my studies here."
I finished speaking and was bombarded by questions.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"What do you do with free time?"
"Anything I want."
"A little self-assured aren't you?"
"You're point?"
"What's Japan like?"
"Different."
"Do all your answers have to be short termed?"
"Do they have to be long termed?"
"No."
"Then why ask a dumb question?"
"Hey, we're the ones asking questions?"
"Well, then ask something of intelligence."
"Maybe you should show some manners!"
"I'm not arguing with you."
"Cause you'll lose."
"Right…"
"Class that's-"
"Damn right I'm right. Why don't you go back to where you came from?"
"I wish I could."
"Why are you here anyways?"
"Mr. Coats-"
"I'm here for the exchange program."
"Are you single?"
"Mr. Maxwell-"
"Yes, I am."
"Will you go out with me?"
"Mr. Maxwell-"
"No."
"Have any sisters?"
"Class! That's enough! Mr. Coats you were out of line. Mr. Maxwell, I will not have you hitting on the new student!" Mrs. Howard shouted, shutting the class up.
The last question slapped me cold, keeping me silent. I felt as though I paled slightly and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. It seemed as though everything was fine. My eyes clashed with familiar ocean-blue, which gazed back sympathetically.
"Raven…why don't you take a seat beside Heero," Mrs. Howard suggested, as though the cold brunette in the back wouldn't bother me.
I merely walked to the seat beside the Persian, blue-eyed teen, who glared in my direction. I flashed a glare back before turning my gaze out side the window, gazing at the trees, watching leaves blow by. I almost forgot Earth's beauty, from living in a Colony, you don't get to see Natural beauty, everything is fake or made up.
"Raven," a voice softly pulled me from my thoughts, causing my to turn my gaze to the blonde who kneeled beside my desk.
I flashed him a soft smile, laying my head on the desk, meeting his ocean-blue eyes at level. I noticed he smiled sadly and I understood he came to see if I was ok.
"Jacques, It's good to see you," I whispered softly.
His smile lightened, "It's good to see you too, Rae. Lunch period three?"
I nodded, causing him to grin, "Good then I'll see you then."
He kissed my forehead in a brotherly fashion, before he stood up and walked off to his next class. I stood up, grabbing my messenger bag only to be greeted by Mr. Maxwell. His long, brown hair was pulled into a braid that fell to his waist. Cobalt blue eyes looked nearly violet, causing me to relax slightly. He wore all black, a silver cross hanging from the chain around his neck.
"I'm sorry if I offended you," he apologized sincerely.
"You didn't offend me, and to answer your question, no. My sister died when I was younger," I replied, my voice hardening slightly at the memory.
The brunette in front of me flinched and looked like he was going to apologize again, but I put up my hand, "It was a long time ago, Maxwell. I'll forgive you if you show me where Poetry and Creative Writing is located at."
I noticed my suggestion caused his tense body to relax, which was my intension. He grabbed my hand, a grin lifting on his lips, "Funny you should mention. Quatre has that class."
"Who?" I asked, these names sounding familiar.
"Quatre Winner. He's a friend of mine, come on," he rushed, but not looking over his shoulder at the Heero kid, who had glared at her before, and shouted. "Come on Hee-man. We don't want to be late."
The brunette glared at the unaffected teen, who gripped my wrist tightly. I was pulled down the halls, my mind memorizing the path. I nodded when the Maxwell kid let go of my wrist, pointing me to the room. I entered and immediately found a seat in the back.
The day went on and I found myself in Politics and Government, which seemed to be a class where students could debate about current political problems. I noticed Relena Peacecraft, herself, was in the class. I don't know why, but she's passing her opinion off as though they're right and anyone else's is wrong.
I held my tongue this period, allowing the leader of the Sanq Kingdom to say what she believed. I went through my classes, knowing they wouldn't have changed, and soon found myself at my locker, the end of the school day. I slipped my bag in the locker and left the building.
I waited until dusk hit, switching to my alter ego, Shadow. I dressed in a full-body jumpsuit, baggy black pants, black arm guards and black gloves. I slipped on a pair of soft-soled sneakers, placed my hair into a loose messy, bun before covering my hair with a short, black wig, placing red contacts over my eyes, making my eyes look like a red-violet. I began to strap my weapons to me, minus my katana, before slipping out the balcony doors and climbing up to the roof. I began jumping through the trees, which separated Marquis's mansion from any nearby houses. I switched from jumping from tree to tree, and started jumping rooftop to rooftop. I found myself at the outskirts of the city in no time, keeping in the shadows.
I stealthily entered the base, taking out a guard and slipping on his outer garments. I soundlessly ran down the winding corridors, closer to the computer room. Noticing the door needed a key card; I fumbled around the guard's clothing before finding one. I slid it through the slot before the door slid open. I entered the room and began hacking into the computer.
10……20…..30….40…..50…..60
I began checking my weapons, pulling out a dagger from my waistband and calmly waited for the information to load.
70…..80…..90….100…
Download complete. Press Enter key to continue.
My index finger slammed down on the given key, triggering an alarm system. I let out a string of curses, realizing I hadn't noticed the finger scanner on the enter key. I snatched the disk and ran out of the room, immediately running down the corridor. Yells and gunshots sounded from behind me as I continued to run, ignoring them. I jumped up and grabbed the edges of an open vent, swinging my legs inside, the rest of my body following. I heard them run pass and began making my way through the base. The vent then changed from horizontal to a forty-five degree slide, causing me to slide down and out of the vent, tumbling my way into a dark room.
Standing up I brushed off the clothing, before sliding off the guard's garments, wiping the sweat that trickled down my forehead. I felt my body tense up, and I gazed up at the five Gundams, which stood infamously in front of me. The graceful, but deadly, machines which caused so much destruction, where located near peace-central, who would've guessed.
Shaking my head, I turned only to be greeted by the end of a gun, pointed at my forehead, and five people glaring at me. I noticed one was Maxwell, the other Heero, and the final one I recognized as being the quiet blonde, Qautre. I mentally smacked myself realizing they were the pilots.
"Who are you and who do you work for?" I heard Heero demand coldly.
I couldn't help but smirk, noticing that this was the infamous Perfect Soldier. I shook my head and quickly dipped backward as he pulled the trigger. I turned it into a graceful back flip, sliding twin, daggers out of their hidden sheaths while in the flip. Landing on my feet, I drop my body into a fighting stance, my body daring them to make a move.
The Perfect Soldier shot at me again, causing me to jump to the side, running toward him, narrowly miss being shot. I duck just in front of him and pull up quickly, my hand clenched around the handle of my dagger, using the handle; I rammed it into his jaw, successfully knocking him backward. Jumping up, I used my hands to hurtle myself over Maxwell's head, sliding under the open legs of a slightly familiar Chinese pilot, twisting my body around a taller, deadlier soldier with green eyes and jumping over the head of Quatre. My body twisted while I was airborne and when I landed, I instantly had my dagger at the blonde's throat, the blade pressing against a major artery, I could feel his pulse quickening through my dagger.
"Heero, don't shoot. We can't afford to lose Quatre!" Maxwell had shouted.
I noticed the Perfect Soldier's eyes darkened, as if he was in an argument with himself. He looked torn between having me get away with their identities or risking a fellow pilot's life. I noticed he tightened his grip on his gun. I felt my sadistic side grin, realizing the Perfect Soldier had to choose.
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