Yes the boy is Maxwell; as for the girl keep reading. ^-^()
The Four Pilots found themselves in Lady Une's office two days later. They had dropped of Peacecraft, evaluated the damage done and headed for earth on the next shuttle out. Wufei was slunk down hi his chair arms crossed mumbling. The knot was still visible on his head. Quatra sat next to him and Trowa next to Quatra. Heero leaned against the desk facing them, arms crossed eyes closed.
The Lady herself waked in and was a bit startled. She knew they four would be here A.S.A.P. but not this soon. She put on a polite smile.
"Good afternoon, Gentlemen." She got a few mumbles of actually how great it was and were she could stick it. Une sighed and took her seat.
"I guess the report are true if out there was indeed a Gundam." Wufei shot up holding his head as he did. The room seemed to still spin from time to time.
"How long have you know about this onna?" Une cringed a little. Even now the five now only Four were still intimidating.
"Two months at the most." If it were any other time Une would have found this funny. All four were blinking at her in unison trying to believe what she said. She cleared her throat, "We have been monitoring a new group. At first they were peaceful then shipments from the sweepers and scrape yards were coming in to their main bases. We looked and confirmed it was MS parts. Every time we have assembled a party to eliminate or go under cover we are beaten. The only survivors are that of the lower class. The High officers of the base are killed. Then only the MS and factory are the only things found blown up. A few of the survivors said it was a Gundam like one they have never seen, Black and Silver. They also say that there was nothing on radar when it attacked. It just sort of appeared destroyed the MS and then leaves with not trace. That is when they found their high- ranking officers dead. Also they said that their power was shut down the whole time the thing was there."
"That is why you called us four out of the blue to guard Miss Rilina?" Quatre stated more than asked. Une nodded her head.
"Yes, we weren't sure if the Gundam did exists and exactly whose side it was on. Of if the reports were even true."
"Why wasn't I at least informed?" Wufei growled out. How dare they keep something like this from him and he worked for them. Une leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples.
"My self and a few others believed that you four would be the first to know if there was another out there that is why we took it as just ramblings of freighted men." The looks on the boy's faces told her that they themselves had no idea. This was not good. Heero finally shifted his position. Une jumped a little, she had forgotten he was even there.
"There have irregular shipments of Gundanium. The shipments are always to a different location. I haven't located where it goes from there or who it is. They go under the name Nanashi."
Une sighed that of a tired warrior waiting for the day he/she could rest.
"Did any of you get Visual ID at least?" Wufei slumped back in his chair.
"No, we were to far away and when it passed the shuttle it was moving to fast." the other three nodded. "What I still want to know is how the hell did we make it to the damn colony? " Wufei looked directly at Une. "The cockpit had been locked and both my self and Po was unconscious after the fight. Not to mention how their three suits ended back inside the shuttle."
It was true. He had woken to the pounding on the cabin door. Looking out the window he found he was inside the colonies docking port. Then found all three of his comrades and suits were there as well. Their last repot told him they couldn't move they were out of fuel. Then Wufei shot back up in his seat clutching his head again. He was going to have to quit doing that.
" The shuttle has a camera I forgotten I turned it on when the battle began. I don't know if it was damage in the fight or if the shockwave from the suit did any damage."
Une was on the phone to the people down stairs to bring up the little black box. Thank god it had arrived that morning.
An hour later they were seated before a screen reviewing the battle from the beginning till when ever the video ended. A slow smile crept across Quatre's face as he watched ever once in a while he would silently chuckle to himself. Heero was behind him and watched with a frown.
"You find something funny Quatre?" everyone jumped at his voice. Someone remembered to pause the tape while they turned to a blushing Quatre.
"I am sorry, I was just thinking of what Dou would be doing if he were here. He would be complaining about no popcorn or making wise cracks." He chewed on his bottom lip. "What if the new Gundam is Dou? It is his fighting style…"
"No!" he was cut off by Heero's bark. "Dou Maxwell is dead." Quatre shook his head.
"We never found his body, Heero."
"Doesn't matter Winner. Maxwell is not the type to lie low this long, let alone from us and not keeps his big mouth shut. He would have told us he was alive or sent us something. Face it Dou is dead and is not coming back. Let the dead rest." Quatre looked at Trowa and saw he felt the same. Quatre hung his head in defeat as the others turned back to the footage.
Dou wasn't dead and he knew it. He knew it the day they agreed and overly hyper pilot was missing and presumed dead. He knew it the day they raised the monument that marked the pilots empty grave. His space heart did not lie to him. Every time he reached out for the boy he only got, confusion, sadness, loneliness every once in a while happiness and above all a great pain he could figure out. No, if Dou had really died he would have felt it. Heero and Wufei's reaction hadn't really surprised them. They were hit the hardest when they finally accepted that he was dead. Neither would admit it openly but they cared for the boy. Wufei thought of him as a little brother that he had to protect and "Keep in line". For Heero he was the first real friend and his best friend.
He stopped brooding over it when he heard Wufei on the video talk about the Gundam. They watched as the fleet of ship and MS were destroyed then as the Suit headed for shuttle. They could see its thrusters against the night but nothing else to identify it. that was till a blur went pass the screen and it shut off. Heero was the first to the controls. He rewound till they got the clearest picture of the blur. By just its design they confirmed it was defiantly a Gunadam.
Trowa wasn't certain but there seemed to be something, a picture or writing in the area of the left arm. He walked up to the screen to get a better look.
"Heero, zoom in this section and see if you can clear it up." Une looked at the area then back to the normally silent boy.
"You see something?"
"There seems to be a mark on the left upper arm. Just looking at the Gundam we would not be able to find anything. This marking could be a clue." Heero worked it on it. Everything he tried couldn't get it any clearer than for them to be able to tell it was indeed writing and of Oriental origin. Wufei slammed his hand down on to the arm of his chair.
"Damn it, who the hell is this guy? Where the hell did he come from?" A young girls soft giggle came from behind them. They were on their feet and guns raised. Wufei and Quatre stood in front of Une while Heero and Trowa had their guns trained.
A young girl stood before them. She was of the 10-12 range of age, just less than five feet though her violet eye showed wisdom beyond any of their years. Her skin was pale; she had short black hair to her shoulders with a portion pulled in a lavender bow. She was smiling at them while clutching a large pink stuff bunny. She wore a plain lavender spaghetti strap sundress and matching sandals.
"He has always been near you sometime in physical form and other times in you hearts and minds. He goes by shadow for that is all he is, the shadow of the person he once was. His real name, he had none for he has had many, his face- he has many mask. Do not worry though he fights with you and for you. He will always be on you side." She raises her hand, index finger pointed at them. The images on the screen go haywire. Then it stops at the image of the Gundam once more. The writing was now very clear and was of oriental origin- Japanese. They turned back to the girl to find her gone. They turned back to the image.
"Deaths Shadow." No one realized it but it had been Heero who spoke. They were to stun by the image and the little girl. Was Dou Maxwell, pilot 02 really alive after all this time? Quatre gave a slight grin that was hidden in the shadows. He knew it. He stuck his hands in his pocket and stopped. He pulled out what felt like a photograph. When he looked at it all the color in his face drained. He knew it wasn't there before but it was now.
It was a picture Dou made them take in front of their Gundams. Dou carried it around with him at all times. He said it was he good luck charm and when ever he was caught he would look at it and get more strengthen to last the torment he was put through or to use to break out. What was he doing with it and how did he get it in his position.
None of them had slept in two days and with the last few minuets activities it all caught up with the little pilot and he did the only thing he could think of. Faint.
A block down from the Preventors main office a tall sandy blonde man leaned against a blue sports car. He seemed to be waiting for some one. She finally came. The same little girl came skipping up to him.
"Haruka-papa!" she squealed out. The man picked her up and swung her around.
" You do it/" the little girl nodded her head. Haruka smiled. " That's my Taru. Now lets find him and hopefully he will forgive us and take us back." Taru smiled and hugged the man tighter.
The Four Pilots found themselves in Lady Une's office two days later. They had dropped of Peacecraft, evaluated the damage done and headed for earth on the next shuttle out. Wufei was slunk down hi his chair arms crossed mumbling. The knot was still visible on his head. Quatra sat next to him and Trowa next to Quatra. Heero leaned against the desk facing them, arms crossed eyes closed.
The Lady herself waked in and was a bit startled. She knew they four would be here A.S.A.P. but not this soon. She put on a polite smile.
"Good afternoon, Gentlemen." She got a few mumbles of actually how great it was and were she could stick it. Une sighed and took her seat.
"I guess the report are true if out there was indeed a Gundam." Wufei shot up holding his head as he did. The room seemed to still spin from time to time.
"How long have you know about this onna?" Une cringed a little. Even now the five now only Four were still intimidating.
"Two months at the most." If it were any other time Une would have found this funny. All four were blinking at her in unison trying to believe what she said. She cleared her throat, "We have been monitoring a new group. At first they were peaceful then shipments from the sweepers and scrape yards were coming in to their main bases. We looked and confirmed it was MS parts. Every time we have assembled a party to eliminate or go under cover we are beaten. The only survivors are that of the lower class. The High officers of the base are killed. Then only the MS and factory are the only things found blown up. A few of the survivors said it was a Gundam like one they have never seen, Black and Silver. They also say that there was nothing on radar when it attacked. It just sort of appeared destroyed the MS and then leaves with not trace. That is when they found their high- ranking officers dead. Also they said that their power was shut down the whole time the thing was there."
"That is why you called us four out of the blue to guard Miss Rilina?" Quatre stated more than asked. Une nodded her head.
"Yes, we weren't sure if the Gundam did exists and exactly whose side it was on. Of if the reports were even true."
"Why wasn't I at least informed?" Wufei growled out. How dare they keep something like this from him and he worked for them. Une leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples.
"My self and a few others believed that you four would be the first to know if there was another out there that is why we took it as just ramblings of freighted men." The looks on the boy's faces told her that they themselves had no idea. This was not good. Heero finally shifted his position. Une jumped a little, she had forgotten he was even there.
"There have irregular shipments of Gundanium. The shipments are always to a different location. I haven't located where it goes from there or who it is. They go under the name Nanashi."
Une sighed that of a tired warrior waiting for the day he/she could rest.
"Did any of you get Visual ID at least?" Wufei slumped back in his chair.
"No, we were to far away and when it passed the shuttle it was moving to fast." the other three nodded. "What I still want to know is how the hell did we make it to the damn colony? " Wufei looked directly at Une. "The cockpit had been locked and both my self and Po was unconscious after the fight. Not to mention how their three suits ended back inside the shuttle."
It was true. He had woken to the pounding on the cabin door. Looking out the window he found he was inside the colonies docking port. Then found all three of his comrades and suits were there as well. Their last repot told him they couldn't move they were out of fuel. Then Wufei shot back up in his seat clutching his head again. He was going to have to quit doing that.
" The shuttle has a camera I forgotten I turned it on when the battle began. I don't know if it was damage in the fight or if the shockwave from the suit did any damage."
Une was on the phone to the people down stairs to bring up the little black box. Thank god it had arrived that morning.
An hour later they were seated before a screen reviewing the battle from the beginning till when ever the video ended. A slow smile crept across Quatre's face as he watched ever once in a while he would silently chuckle to himself. Heero was behind him and watched with a frown.
"You find something funny Quatre?" everyone jumped at his voice. Someone remembered to pause the tape while they turned to a blushing Quatre.
"I am sorry, I was just thinking of what Dou would be doing if he were here. He would be complaining about no popcorn or making wise cracks." He chewed on his bottom lip. "What if the new Gundam is Dou? It is his fighting style…"
"No!" he was cut off by Heero's bark. "Dou Maxwell is dead." Quatre shook his head.
"We never found his body, Heero."
"Doesn't matter Winner. Maxwell is not the type to lie low this long, let alone from us and not keeps his big mouth shut. He would have told us he was alive or sent us something. Face it Dou is dead and is not coming back. Let the dead rest." Quatre looked at Trowa and saw he felt the same. Quatre hung his head in defeat as the others turned back to the footage.
Dou wasn't dead and he knew it. He knew it the day they agreed and overly hyper pilot was missing and presumed dead. He knew it the day they raised the monument that marked the pilots empty grave. His space heart did not lie to him. Every time he reached out for the boy he only got, confusion, sadness, loneliness every once in a while happiness and above all a great pain he could figure out. No, if Dou had really died he would have felt it. Heero and Wufei's reaction hadn't really surprised them. They were hit the hardest when they finally accepted that he was dead. Neither would admit it openly but they cared for the boy. Wufei thought of him as a little brother that he had to protect and "Keep in line". For Heero he was the first real friend and his best friend.
He stopped brooding over it when he heard Wufei on the video talk about the Gundam. They watched as the fleet of ship and MS were destroyed then as the Suit headed for shuttle. They could see its thrusters against the night but nothing else to identify it. that was till a blur went pass the screen and it shut off. Heero was the first to the controls. He rewound till they got the clearest picture of the blur. By just its design they confirmed it was defiantly a Gunadam.
Trowa wasn't certain but there seemed to be something, a picture or writing in the area of the left arm. He walked up to the screen to get a better look.
"Heero, zoom in this section and see if you can clear it up." Une looked at the area then back to the normally silent boy.
"You see something?"
"There seems to be a mark on the left upper arm. Just looking at the Gundam we would not be able to find anything. This marking could be a clue." Heero worked it on it. Everything he tried couldn't get it any clearer than for them to be able to tell it was indeed writing and of Oriental origin. Wufei slammed his hand down on to the arm of his chair.
"Damn it, who the hell is this guy? Where the hell did he come from?" A young girls soft giggle came from behind them. They were on their feet and guns raised. Wufei and Quatre stood in front of Une while Heero and Trowa had their guns trained.
A young girl stood before them. She was of the 10-12 range of age, just less than five feet though her violet eye showed wisdom beyond any of their years. Her skin was pale; she had short black hair to her shoulders with a portion pulled in a lavender bow. She was smiling at them while clutching a large pink stuff bunny. She wore a plain lavender spaghetti strap sundress and matching sandals.
"He has always been near you sometime in physical form and other times in you hearts and minds. He goes by shadow for that is all he is, the shadow of the person he once was. His real name, he had none for he has had many, his face- he has many mask. Do not worry though he fights with you and for you. He will always be on you side." She raises her hand, index finger pointed at them. The images on the screen go haywire. Then it stops at the image of the Gundam once more. The writing was now very clear and was of oriental origin- Japanese. They turned back to the girl to find her gone. They turned back to the image.
"Deaths Shadow." No one realized it but it had been Heero who spoke. They were to stun by the image and the little girl. Was Dou Maxwell, pilot 02 really alive after all this time? Quatre gave a slight grin that was hidden in the shadows. He knew it. He stuck his hands in his pocket and stopped. He pulled out what felt like a photograph. When he looked at it all the color in his face drained. He knew it wasn't there before but it was now.
It was a picture Dou made them take in front of their Gundams. Dou carried it around with him at all times. He said it was he good luck charm and when ever he was caught he would look at it and get more strengthen to last the torment he was put through or to use to break out. What was he doing with it and how did he get it in his position.
None of them had slept in two days and with the last few minuets activities it all caught up with the little pilot and he did the only thing he could think of. Faint.
A block down from the Preventors main office a tall sandy blonde man leaned against a blue sports car. He seemed to be waiting for some one. She finally came. The same little girl came skipping up to him.
"Haruka-papa!" she squealed out. The man picked her up and swung her around.
" You do it/" the little girl nodded her head. Haruka smiled. " That's my Taru. Now lets find him and hopefully he will forgive us and take us back." Taru smiled and hugged the man tighter.