k2: Well, nix that thing I said about Quatre. I hate mixed information, it is seriously irritating! Anyway, I may still continue on that thread anyway, considering the fact I had an idea for the storyline to include it, buuuut….what'd'yu guys think?
Anyway, this chapter being updated today is in regards to Mousy Coon for faithful appreciation for my work and helping me to realize how annoying misinformation can really be annoying. I would also like to thank all the other reviewers as well. Thanks again to Moonjava (thank you SO much for reviewing on both the prelude and chapter one! That just made my day when I saw it!) Fey Wind (Looks like you still gonna be behind Fey-chan, 'cause by the time you read ch. 1 ch. 2 will be up! ;P Thanks for taking into consideration the work and research I put into it though, it was harder then I had expected to finad all that back info) and Da-Ku Hisaki (I know how annoying it can be to sign in, that's why I don't make people sign in like others I won't mention ;P). Thanks again y'all.
Cioa for now and enjoy chapie two!
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MK: You don't.
k2: Err…whatever. Fine. If ya guys wanna do the author alert, go ahead, but if you wanna be on the mailing list, I will also put you there. I mean, I still have the old one, I can odd to it.
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Gundam Wing Generations:
The continued Epic of the Gundam Universe
St.1: New Types and Space hearts
Ch.2: Where's Quatre!
Rating: PG-13 (T)
General genre; Drama, Mystery, Action as sub genre.
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"Get Quatre back." Hiiro stated in his monotonous voice as he kept his gun trained on the man he had shot.
Trowa ducked back into the café quickly and grabbed the ring of keys that lay on the table. As he turned around he found the water in his face, a slight look of fear and confusion on his pale face.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot let you go without first paying the bill."
Trowa stared at the man for a second, perplexed, but grabbed Quatre's wallet as well, taking out a credit card and handing it to him.
"Tell anyone who this belongs to and you will sorely regret it." Trowa hissed, knowing full well that anyone would piece two and two together if given half the chance. Damage control was going to have a field day with this one.
He ran back out of the building and jumped into the driver's seat of Quatre's car without a second thought, started the engine and found Wufei in the seat next to him as he tore down the road after the men who had taken Quatre.
Hiiro watched them briefly as they disappeared in a screeching of tires before turning his baleful glare back onto the man that lay on the ground, his arm broken and his leg wounded. He dismissed him, however, with a cold expression and turned to Duo who had a steady stream of blood flowing from a wound on his head. Hiiro walked over slowly and gently nudged him with his foot, the gun still trained on the attempted kidnapper. It irritated Hiiro to feel concern for the overly cheerful brunette, his façade of cheeriness always bringing some form of annoyance, but he couldn't' deny that he felt something for him and that something caused him to feel concern.
Not that he would ever admit it of course.
When he got no response from Duo he knelt down and gently shook his shoulder, keeping the gun level with the no longer moaning man.
"Duo, get up. Now."
Duo groaned opened an eye and saw Hiiro. When he did however, he sat up quickly, a movement that caused Duo to curse himself as his vision swam a little.
"Crap! Quatre!" Duo cried as, despite the headache and his swimming vision (it was beginning to clear anyway) he jumped up and looked around. "Is he okay? I heard a gun go off but…." Duo stopped when he realized him and Hiiro were the only two of the five there. "Hiiro, where is everyone?"
"Stupid question." Hiiro stated in a simple, blunt manner.
A feeling of dread erupted in Duo's abdomen and he followed the line of Hiiro's gun to the man that lay, well he was sitting now, on the ground, one arm holding onto his bleeding leg, the other laying limp at his side. He was looking at Hiiro, his eyes calculating. HE was very aware that Hiiro, though tailing with Duo, could still take him out if he even flinched wrong.
"Quatre's gone." Hiiro continued, his eyes passing from Duo back to his 'prisoner' so to speak. The man let out a breath, feeling pretty weak, and allowed himself to lean back slowly until he was lying ion the ground again. "Trowa and Wufei took off after them."
"Them." Duo growled, his eyes straying to the heavily breathing man on the ground, "How many of 'them' are there?"
"Not sure." Hiiro replied. "At least four counting him. Aside from this one there was the one that you attacked, the one that shot Quatre, and the one that drove the car."
"A separate driver?" Duo asked quickly.
"They both jumped in the backseat with Quatre, someone had to be driving."
Duo cursed again, irritated at the turn of events, and glanced at the man again.
"He's all we have so far." Hiiro began to walk steadily closer to the man and when he saw Hiiro's approach he put his good arm up.
"Please!" He stated quickly, fear and uncertainty filling his eyes as he saw the gun still trained on him. Neither of the two seemed to be calling any sort of authority, he was worried they would just kill him on the spot. "I surrender! Don't shoot!"
Hiiro let his eyes grow cold, showing no emotion and letting the man get a glimpse of the killer that was still living within him.
"I want to kill you." Hiiro's words were only slightly different then the words he had used so often during the war, even on Relena herself during a good portion of it. But he knew he couldn't say those words anymore, not unless they were to Relena first. That was the promise he had made to her, the promise he had sworn to keep. He was now a pacifist, but that didn't' mean he wouldn't' do things his own way to keep the peace she had fought for so hard to keep in her own way.
"Please!" The man cried, his fear rising, "I'm harmless right now!"
Hiiro put his gun back in the holster inside his jacket and grabbed the man off the ground by his shirt front, surprising the guy with the amount of strength he had.
"I said I want to kill you." Hiiro stated, his eyes burning, "But fortunate for you I have given up on death." The cynical brunette brought his fist back and slammed it into the man's face, effectively rendering him unconscious, and frowned grimly. "Besides, I need some information from you first."
Hiiro swung the man over his shoulder, bearing his weight like he would have anyone else's, and turned to Duo who grinned hesitantly and pointed at his black mustang (parked about a block and a half down the road), pulling a key out of his braid.
Hiiro raised an eyebrow, more then a little surprised, though feeling as if he should have known, about Duo's hiding spot and proceeded to the indicated vehicle. Duo dabbed at his temple where his head wound was and winced. "That's gonna be a big bruise." HE murmured as he fell in step with Hiiro, noticing that the crowd was beginning to mill around again.
"Not a very subtle operation, was it Hiiro?" HE asked softly
"No, it wasn't." Hiiro replied as he tossed the man in the back seat of Duo's car. "That worries me."
"We're gonna need some serious damage control out here, we'll be lucky if no one recognized Quatre was in the middle of all this."
"He had that hat on the entire time, almost." Hiiro replied as he opened the drivers door.
Seeing this Duo quickly slipped in, not giving Hiiro a chance, and looked at Hiiro seriously. "What do you mean almost?"
"One of them took it off his head, confirming that it was him." Hiiro answered as he pulled some wire out of his pocket, which he then began to wind around the unconscious man's wrists, careful not to damage his broken arm, any further. When he was done Hiiro noticed blood on his shirt and looked down at the mans still bleeding leg. "Do you mind blood getting in your car?"
"Oh, now you ask!" Duo cried irritably, "Put something on it before it ruins my car!"
Hiiro grabbed a piece of the mans black jacket and ripped, tearing a long piece off and wrapped it around his leg. "There is something else that really bothers me though." Hiiro continued on the previous conversation. "They seemed to know where Quatre was to begin with."
"Man, this sucks." Duo jammed the key into the ignition and revved up the engine. "I hope they aren't trying to brainwash him again!"
"I believe it is something else entirely."
Duo glanced at Hiiro who was glancing at him. Duo had a bad feeling he didn't like Hiiro's implications. "What do you mean by that?"
"I'll explain later. We need to get to the Preventers main headquarters ASAP, let them know what they are dealing with exactly. The police branch of the Preventers will have to be led by someone we can all trust to keep certain information from reaching the public, Lady Une will know just what to do."
"That lady is a real piece of work." Duo murmured with a grin.
"Why, if it isn't Hiiro Yui and Duo Maxwell." The sound of a soft calculating, but amused, voice caught the attention of both young men. "And what, may I ask, are the two of you doing here?"
Duo turned his head to see Dorothy Catalonia standing next to the car, a myriad amount of boxes and packages and bags in her arms. She looked as if she had been taking advantage of Quatre's wallet, unless she had used her own cash.
"Kitten's just down the block." She smiled sweetly, a look that disturbed Duo coming from her, but the smile fell when she noticed the growing bruise on his head, the cut still leaking blood. "What happened to your head?" She glanced at Hiiro and noticed that he too had blood on him, though it looked as if it came from someone else.
A feeling of dread entered her stomach and she quickly glanced down that road, noting that Quatre's car was gone. She looked back at them, anger filling her.
"Where is Quatre? He was at the café when I left, now his car is gone! Why do you both have blood on you?"
"Eh…wanna calm down first?" Duo asked with a hesitant grin. He really didn't want Dorothy to start getting violent on him, he didn't know her to well nor did he know her personality all that well either. He knew Quatre would be mad if he hurt the woman…..
"I don't need to calm down." Dorothy replied grimly, "What I need is answers. Now tell me what I want to know! Where. Is. My. Boyfriend?"
"Quatre is gone." Hiiro stated
"Gone?" Dorothy repeated snidely, "I can plainly see that he's gone! Unless his car was hijacked but I sincerely doubt that he let that happen considering mow much he seems to love it."
"See the guy in the back?" Duo asked softly
Dorothy casually looked in the back and saw the unconscious man sprawled across the seat, his hands bound behind him. "Yes. I see him."
"His buddies took your boyfriend."
Dorothy stared at Duo, her eyes wide. She was next to speechless, confused.
"What?"
"Eh…just a sec." Duo stepped out of the car opened up the back door where he proceeded to push, prod, and shove the unconscious man out of the way. He noted a little bit of blood on his seat, glared Hiiro and set his jacket down to be polite, then stepped back. "Hop in, were headin' to the main HQ."
Dorothy stared at Duo, glanced at the back seat, then at Hiiro. Her eyes made it back to the back seat, settling on the unconscious man and the packages in her arms began to shake. Duo noticed, however, that there was a fire burning in her eyes that made it very clear she wasn't disturbed, in the least, about the idea of sitting next to the bound man. As if to put his thoughts into motion she stalked up to the car, dropped her bags inside the vehicle, and entered, thanking Duo with a curt nod. Duo couldn't help himself, he grinned as he shut the door. She had dropped her bags right on top of the man, as if showing how little she thought of him. Duo got back into the car, almost sitting comfortably as his butt made contact with something rather…hard. Shifting and grabbing it out from under him Duo noted that he had sat on a pen that had been jabbed into the crack between the beak of the seat and the seat. Glancing at Hiiro suspiciously Duo put the pen on the dashboard (it wasn't' even his!) and pressed on the gas peddle. Guess Hiiro was a little irritated at not being able to drive.
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Hang Quatre! I'm coming this time, I swear!
It was distant, but he saw the black car, the car he knew Quatre was in. He could feel it, sense it. He had to get his friend back no matter what.
Trowa glanced at Wufei, a surge of anger flaring through him as he thought back to the only reason why Quatre had even stepped outside that café in the first place.
Why hadn't I followed him?
Trowa kept his eyes level with the road, keeping his mind focused on that task at hand. He would catch up easy, that much gave him comfort. After all, this was a modified sports car, the design quite similar to the old Lotus' cars (except this had a back seat), and with him behind the wheel, well…enough said on that. Quatre had found that out, the hard way, the only reason Trowa was never allowed to drive any car. Also the reason why Quatre and Relena had made sure to ban any attempt for him to get a license almost anywhere. Needless to say, Quatre told him the only way he'd ever get to drive is if he was in a racing car at the 900.
The black car was closer now. Trowa could see the license plate and he glanced at Wufei again.
"That's it alright." Wufei stated as he double checked his hand, the place he had written the number.
"I already know." Trowa's reply was hard.
Wufei barley glanced at Trowa, he knew how close he and Quatre were. The bond they shared scared the China-man sometimes, it was unnatural. But he also knew Quatre was unnatural. Or too natural, however you wanted to look at it. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it was there. He knew Quatre could violate minds whether he knew it or not, and he knew Quatre was not the type to do it on purpose. He should not have gotten mad at him, taken out his frustration like that. Quatre was innocent in that regard, and deserved better. But that is not to say Quatre was completely innocent, the blond had done things during the war that were questionable and very dangerous, but at the same time it was all things that had to be done for peace. It was strange the way he had managed to combine all five of them into one unit when they needed it the most, made them all into comrades. Wufei strongly suspected that if Quatre had not been part of the war things would have turned out far differently, that gundams would never have been united. How would things have turned out then?
Wufei really didn't want to know.
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"I can't believe you left him Paul!" Phil, the grinning man who had placed Quatre in the car was no longer grinning, his anger at his brothers actions more then apparent as he shouted at the driver of the get-a-way car.
"It couldn't be helped Phil," Paul replied softly as his own frustration ate at him, adding only more guilt to his already guilt ridden conscience. "I had too, he was injured. They'll…I'm sure they'll take him to a doctor or…or something…."
"Yeah, sure they will." Phil muttered as he sat back in his seat, his arms crossed in irritation. He obviously didn't believe those words in the least but refrained from saying any more on the subject. Instead he glanced at his companion, the one who had take Quatre from him when he jumped into the car. He had just finished fastening Quatre safely into the middle seat and was staring at him with his intense steel gray eyes. Phil harrumphed again and pulled a cell phone from his coat pocket. He jabbed his thumb into the speed dial and waited for a ring. All he got was the busy signal. Irritated, he threw the phone against the floorboards, cursing as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"It's still fricken busy!" he hissed, "Jeeze! If he wants the stupid kid so bad why doesn't he pick up the freaking phone once in awhile? Stupid old coot, crazy codger-."
Phil's rant was cut off when he heard his quiet companion's soft amused chuckle. He glanced at the man, wary yet challenging.
"Got something on you mind Cole?"
"I'm just a little surprised, that's all." Cole replied, turning his steely gaze onto the older man. "I'm surprised you actually said that. After all, last time you were so bold as to insult him you were severely punished. Remember?"
"Shut it Cole!" Phil hissed, "Unless you tell him what I said then I have no doubt in my mind that he won't find out!"
Cole grinned, smirked really. He seemed to enjoy toying with his…brother.
"Who is this kid anyway?" Phil demanded suddenly, "I mean…he not only managed to break Jaspers arm in a move I have never seen before, but the others that were with him! What's up with them? They are not ordinary, that's for sure. And to think he told us the target was some snot nosed rich brat."
"Actually," Paul began with barley a glance at the rearview mirror, "He said that our target was the heir to the Winner Corporation and that were to take extreme caution when we snatched him."
"Paul." Phil growled in a warning manner.
"I was just saying." Paul murmured as he checked the side mirror for back traffic. The sight of a blue sports car following behind forced a pit to drop open in his stomach. He was sure that was the same car parked outside the café, the design was nearly one of a kind.
Could be coincidence. He thought to himself There is no proof that car belonged to any one of them. I sped out of there fast anyway, they couldn't have caught up, not yet anyway. And not if they stopped to check on their companion!
Cole chuckled again, further angering Phil. "He is exactly that, just as the good doctor had said." Cole murmured softly, "And more."
"What do you mean by more?" Phil demanded calmly, his anger still flashing in his eyes.
"I remember the doc mentioning something once. About a particular rich kid. He was talking to an old friend of his, arguing actually. He was furious that his friend had found the boy and was training him to be a Gundam Pilot. You remember hearing about them from the doc, right? Strong kids who fought in the war?
"You're kidding me." Phil was staring at Cole in disbelief. "This scrawny cretin? He looks no more then…what? Sixteen? Seventeen? That would've made him no more then fifteen!"
Cole shrugged and looked back at Quatre, his curiosity at the boy overwhelming for him. "The doc did say they were just kids, remember? If the Doc wants him so bad, he's probably more then a scrawny cretin though, so watch it."
"Yeah whatever." Phil grumbled as he relaxed against the seat again, staring at the empty front seat blankly.
"Oh no."
"What?" Phil asked dully as he glanced at Paul. When he noticed the pale features on his face his eyes narrowed and he sat up a little straighter. "What is it Paul?"
"We, uh…we have…a small problem."
"And that would be?" Cole asked absently as he continued the study of their young captive.
"I believe we're being chased."
"What?" Phil was suddenly alert now and he looked out the back window.
"The blue sports car." Paul continued, "I picked it up in the mirror about ten minutes ago. I didn't think anything of it until I saw it weaving through the traffic with a purpose on it's mind. I sped up to see if I could loose it but…." He shook his head. "I think it's some of the young men that we left at the café. They followed us despite their fallen comrade."
"Well, if this boy we have here is a gundam pilot," Cole murmured with a hint of a smile, "Then that may mean they are ex pilots as well. And if that is the case, I sincerely doubt they would have left anyone hurt. One of them may have stayed behind, after all they only need one to come after us."
"We're dead." Phil stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world just before his anger began to fly out of control again. "Now what do we do? We didn't plan for this! That old fart is gonna get us killed!"
"Not quite." Was the quiet response as Cole reached beneath his seat? When he came back up he held a semi automatic gun in one hand and several cartridges in the other. "Use these Phil, I packed them just in case."
Phil greedily accepted the gun with a perverse grin on his face. In the drivers seat Paul shuddered but kept his eyes on the road ahead as his brother rolled the window down. It was going to be hard to keep the car steady if he was going to try and loose these guys at the same time, there wasn't too much traffic on the road today but there was enough to be a hindrance. And, at the sound of the gun being fired, shot after shot, Paul felt as a pit began to open that felt more like a crevice, inside his stomach. The last thing he wanted added to his conscious was murder.
A movement from the blond youth stole Cole's attention away from Phil and he glanced down. Had he imagined it? He wasn't sure but he felt it safer to stay on his guard. There should be no way the boy could be waking up already, the tranquilizers they had used were supposed to last for a good six hours, it had barley been one.
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Trowa swerved, startled, as the bullets contacted with the windshield in front of his face. Both he and Wufei were shocked to note that the glass hadn't shattered on impact but cracked severely.
"Reinforced armor plated glass?" Wufei's surprise grew as he realized this and he looked at Trowa who just stared ahead in fierce concentration.
"Under your feet Wufei!" Trowa ignored surprise in Wufei's exclamation, "Quatre has a secret compartment where he stores a gun in case of extreme emergencies! Get it and use it!"
Following Trowa's orders he reached down to the floorboard and felt around. When his fingers brushed across a slight parting in the carpet, barley perceptible, he knew he had found what he was looking for. He peeled the carpeting away, found the small hatch, and lifted the piece of floorboard clear of the compartment. What he saw was a 22 mm gun waiting for use, ammo sitting along with it looking as pretty as any gun could get. Wufei grabbed the handle and checked to see if it needed loaded. As he did this he noticed that the barrel of the gun was emblazoned with a Chinese dragon that spanned the entire length and wrapped around the handle itself. He ignored t for now and, satisfied to see it already loaded, he clicked the safety off and fired off two rounds to let the shooter know they were now armed as well.
For a minute there was nothing but silence. The shooter was obviously a little on the surprised side but that silence faded away soon enough and Wufei found himself on the smaller end of a real fire fight. Since Wufei's gun wasn't a semi automatic, like the shooters obviously was, he couldn't get in as many shots but that wasn't going to stop him.
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"This isn't getting us anywhere!" Phil cried in exasperation as he flopped back down in his seat once more to reload the gun. "They're only aiming for the tires Pauly, so keep swerving around those other cars and make sure they don't get em!"
"Right." Paul replied as he swerved again to miss yet another on coming car as he had tried to pass the car in front of him. I'm having a hard enough time just keeping from causing major accidents! "Like that's actually gonna work."
Phil ignored his brother as he clicked the safety off again, though he did spare him a glare, and stuck his head back out the window with the intent to fire on their pursuers once more.
Cole glanced at Phil for a moment, wondering if they had reached a point where he would have to play the ace, just as another movement from Quatre startled him. He looked down quickly to see that the boys arm seemed to be fidgeting, jumping. Was he beginning to have a convulsion? That wouldn't be good, they need him alive and healthy!
And then a short gasp came from the youth, a sound barley heard except for the fact that Cole was looking at him.
How can he be waking? Cole's cool calm was beginning to shake as he realized the boy really was strong, stronger then they had realized.
And then Quatre was beginning to move. Cole cursed, a sound that caught the attention of Paul and he looked through the rearview mirror. When he saw the shocked expression on the others face he found himself grinning but kept quiet. It wouldn't do to get punished later for a mistake he made now, even though he did relish the fact that his 'smart' brother found something a little more then he'd expected.
And then Phil was back in the car again, cursing as his anger and irritation building more and a scratch in his shoulder where one of the enemy bullets had grazed him.
"Cole!" Phil hissed, "DO something! This gun ain't cuttin' it!"
Cole looked up at Phil so fiercely, so coldly that the slightly older man was startled by the icey steel grey eyes that glared at him. And when he next spoke it was with a chilling tone that sent shivers through the others spine and made Paul thankful that he was driving.
"Next time come better prepared you incompetent fool!" and then he was gently shoving Quatre at Phil. "Hold him! And remember, if he's damaged in any way it's our hides on the line."
"Err…right." Phil murmured as he noticed that Quatre wasn't limp as a noodle anymore.
Cole reached into his pocket, pulled a container of something out and opened it. The strong aroma of cloraphorm wafted within the car and Phil watched Cole put a kerchief over the top and tip it twice before handing it to him and putting the bottle back in his pocket.
"Use it and be careful." He hissed as he shifted his weight around until he was facing the back of the seat.
Phil placed the cloth over the kids face had waited for his movements to die down as he stared at Cole, watching as he reached around the back of the seat until he found the right button and pressed it, allowing the seat to fall back against him. He reached inside the trunk area and pulled out what appeared to be a small one shot missile launcher.
"Now tell me, Phil," Cole began, "why I am always the only one to think ahead."
Phil just stared at the launcher for a moment, his mind realign. He was bewildered at the sight before him and more then a little confused.
"Why didn't you give me that in the first place you idiot!" Phil hissed as he reached for the weapon, but before he could even grab it Cole had turned it around and pressed it up against Phil's chest.
"Never call me an idiot Phil. You should know better by now." Phil nodded quickly without even a seconds hesitation and Cole smiled grimly. "Now, just shoot the missile and let's be on our way before we get further behind schedule."
"Right." Phil replied as he accepted the gun, "Don't want to do that now do we?"
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k2: Ya, well…that was chapter two. Originally I had a bit at the end about Dorothy, Hiiro and Duo but decided it wasn't all that important. Stuff that was mentioned there I kinda scattered around and, yeah. Well, I figured I would just skip it. Besides, I nearly uploaded this without that part changed so I just deleted it.
MK: Don't' min dher, she's a scatter brain.
k2: Like your not?