k2: Wanna know something really funny?
MK: You think it's funny?
k2: A little.
MK: Maybe you did fry your brain with those last two chapters.
k2: Hey! I fried my brain way before I rewrote those two chapters!
MK: And that's something to be proud of?
k2: (takes out her favorite flamethrower) Wanna keep talking like that with Ryou-chan in the room?
MK: ((O.O))….I thought that was in storage! I'll shut up now.
k2: "" Thank you! Anyway, the funny thing. I just wrote this chapter. Well, during the week that is. Technically I just finished it!
MK: Please tell me your not gonna be rambling.
k2: (hefts Ryou-chan a little higher, warning Mewkit)
MK: o.O;; Ignore me!
k2: Thank you. Anyway, again! At first it was just one scene added because I had an interesting idea. Then it expanded into the next scene because I wanted to expand on the idea a little, also because Trowa was still technically under observation and stuff. I had another idea while finishing that one up so it actually continued on the same scene, an idea may I add, that will increasingly help me later on. And then…somehow (don't' ask how because not even I know how) the scene after that was created. It worked out so well. I decided to keep them, but at the same time it made the original chapter five way too long. So, it became a chapter all in it's own. I hope you guys like it. I had fun with it.
MK: (thinking) She is absolutely insane. No doubt about it, she has finally cracked. I am dead.
k2: Review comments are at the end of chapter now.
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Gundam Wing Generations:
The continued Epic of the Gundam Universe
St.1: New Types and Space hearts
Ch.5: The Real Work begins.
Rating: PG-13 (T)
General genre; Drama, Mystery, Action as sub genre.
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He was surely a lady killer with his silky blond hair that looked as if it had been made from the faded rays of the sun and his soft creamy skin tones that looked as if they had never once seen a blemish. Cole hadn't had a chance to see the boys eyes in full but he was sure that they were just as perfect as the rest of him seemed to be, aside from the ugly scares they found when the had stripped him of his shirt. There were two of them, almost in the same place. One looked almost two years old, the other one more recent, as if freshly healed. An odd sight to see on such a delicate frame and yet Cole knew that this child was more then merely what you saw. It took a special sort of someone to retain as much perfection as this while fighting a war. A war where everyone you tried to protect had turned against you.
It was still hard for Cole to believe the youth was only four years younger then him, his appearance a convincing youthful age.
"Cole, please attach these to his temples, if you will?" Fue broke the silent man's musings, handing him a set of wires. "I need to get a really good readout of his brainwaves if I am to determine exactly what abilities he has. I believe at his age he should have gained them all by now so this is the perfect time to test him."
"Yes sir." Cole accepted the wires and carefully placed them on Quatre's head. "What if he wakes up again father?"
"That is what I am going to try to avoid Cole, but it will be hard. He seems to have gained a certain amount of resistance to general anesthetics. I almost dare say he'd had it used on him quite often, his body may be trying to protect itself. A rare trait if ever I did see one. And yet, at the same time, I can't just use any drug on him either. As Phil has already mentioned, the tranquilizer I gave you didn't work well, though it could just have been the dosage." Fue rubbed his bearded chin, "Still…we must be very careful, to many drugs in his system could destroy everything I am working on. His mind must be active as I work, he must remain at a REM state."
"He's strong." Cole replied, "You wouldn't know it though, by looking at him."
"Yes, yes, that is usually the way it works out." Fue replied in a half distracted tone, his attention focused on a series of monitors. Monitors that came to life with bio signals sent from the well-placed wires Cole had secured to Quatre's temples.
"So tell me, Father, what makes this boy so special?" Cole tactfully, as usual, phrased his words in the least harmful way he could think as he spoke so as not to bring suspicion to himself as could very well be the case when you dealt with people as paranoid (rightfully so, so to speak) as Fue was. "I know he's a, uh…a Spaceheart, but what makes him, as compared to other Spacehearts, so special?"
Fue, catching the interest in Cole's voice, froze for a moment. "Special you ask? Special?" Fue glanced at Cole, his senile eyes glinting with excitement. Fue set the clipboard he had been holding down on the table and turned to face Cole fully. "Special you say, hm? You want to know do you? Well Cole, to put it simply, this boy isn't just special; it is the lineage of which he is special! Ah, yes…yes, yes." Fue turned away from Cole to stare adoringly at Quatre, "It his family line, strangely as it is, yes yes. You want to know the reason, dearest Cole, as to why so few of the Spacehearts has the potential for greatness?"
"What's that?"
"Natural births."
Cole, bewildered, raised his eyebrows and nodded his head slowly with pursed lips. "Okaaaaay. And that makes a difference how?"
Fue grabbed his clipboard again, and smiled at Cole. "Newtypes are evolved human beings Cole. Being born from a test tube, outside the mother's womb I mean, hinders the naturality of the evolutionary process. Therefore, most of those in space who had been born like that retain their abilities but they are cut down so far that they are far from what they used to be. Now that natural births are no longer a problem an increase of power will eventually resurface but it will take far to long for that to happen by itself. Many years, Cole, for evolution to get back on track. And that is what we are doing here today."
"Getting back on track faster." Cole confirmed, "I think I understand."
Fue's smile grew and he placed a shriveled old hand on Quatre's pale face, a look of tenderness overcoming the senile expression from before.
"A new ere shall be born from him. The return of the Newtype, and not the synthetic Newtypes of the UC ere, will be the dawn of a new age." Fue turned to look at Cole again, his manic smile overwhelming his old features. "And we start by monitoring the brainwaves and adrenal levels as I stimulate different parts of his brain! Now, let's begin!"
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Trowa, back in the infirmary, sat on the same gurney as before as Dr. Norton made several notation on his clipboard. When he was finished he fixed Trowa with a stern expression.
"Well Mr. Barton, you seem to be doing better now. Your healing a bit faster then I would have expected, but I suppose I should have expected that from a trained mercenary like yourself, correct?"
Trowa remained silence, choosing only to stare at the doctor until he heard his orders.
"Yes, very well then. Your not in any more real danger, the concussion I had been afraid might appear never did and your eyes indicate that you are no longer in need of observation. You still need to take it easy, however, and I highly suggest you avoid any more head trauma for at least three weeks. But other then that you are perfectly fine aside from the occasional dizzy spell when you over exert."
Trowa, upon hearing this, nodded his head once and got off the gurney only to have Dr. Norton's hand on his shoulder with a strong grip.
"That means I suggest you go home and wait for news to come to you, not go out and search with them."
Trowa hesitated, wondering if a doctor's order was really all that important to follow, and decided to play it safe for the time being. The last thing he needed to do was have Doctor Norton tell the others about this; Trowa could do it himself in a much less finalized way.
"I understand." Trowa stated without confirming or denying anything the doctor had just told him to do.
"Good then." Satisfied, not knowing Trowa very well, Dr. Norton turned away to go check on his other patient and, as he did so, Trowa left the infirmary to make his way to Lady Une's office where Une and Hiiro were waiting for him.
Both Wufei and Duo had stayed in the briefing room with Milliard, Wufei using a map to try and determine where the car had been going since that was their only lead for the moment.
As Trowa entered the room he found both Hiiro and Une in the midst of deep conversation, conversation that broke off immediately after he entered. They looked at him, Une glared, and Trowa shrugged.
"Sorry." He stated before reaching his hand up to the door, giving it three solid knocks once.
Une rolled her eyes and gestured towards a chair. Trowa shook his head nugatory, closed the door and leaned against it. "I'm fine."
"Very well." Une replied tightly. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but she got the distinct feeling that Trowa was trying her patience on purpose. Maybe it was just the stress though….
"What did Norton say?" Hiiro asked, getting to the point.
"He said I was fine." Trowa replied automatically. "I no longer need to be in observation."
"Is that all?"
Trowa shrugged his shoulders and didn't offer any more information.
"I talk to him later." Une stated brushing off Trowa's lacks behavior as childish. "Right now we have more important things to discuss. I have sent for Instructor H to be brought here today. I would like more information about this Newtype business and, as you said, he knows plenty about it. I would also assume he may have an idea of where to find this Fue character, correct?"
Startled by this revelation Trowa's eyebrows rose a fraction of a degree. "You know their whereabouts?"
"I have given them immunity within the Sank Kingdoms walls for my own purposes." Une replied lightly, "They have agreed to my terms and are far from prisoners, though they do require permission to leave their safe house. Aside from me, Yui and Lucrezia Noin are the only ones that know of this."
Trowa closed his eyes a moment, taking in what she said. That implied only one thing. She was using their skills as scientists, Relena could never know.
Opening his eyes again Trowa nodded. "He'll be able to tell you all he knows of the Newtype, but I doubt he'll know anything about Fue's whereabouts."
"That's good enough for now, I'm expecting at least one of them to know. The one that does will be showing up with him. I made certain his name was mentioned when I sent a message to the good doctors."
"I'm surprised." Trowa allowed a small rueful smile to climb it's way upon his face, "After what you did to them during the war I am extremely surprised they actually accepted your offer."
"Choices are limited." Une replied as she leaned back into her chair, "It was either stay on the run as mad scientists or use their expertise to help secure the peace of the Earths Sphere Alliance, with Lady Relena's naivety running the show."
"She's not as naive as you continue to think." Hiiro stated
"Oh, I know that." Une smiled, "But her enemies don't. And while I have my secrets to ensure the peace, I know very well that Miss Peacecraft Dorlian has her own, am I right Yui?"
Hiiro's only response was a cold grin.
Trowa was on the floor before anyone knew what was happening, the force of the body slamming into the door as it opened enough to knock the unwary youth forward before he cold even catch himself. He landed face first, or would have if his hands hadn't managed to swing out before him, at Hiiro's feet who immediately reached for his missing gun. Une, startled by the sudden intrusion, shot forward, her eyes narrowed as she looked at the pale faced private who stared at the scene in front of him with more then a little embarrassment and shock. When Hiiro realized it was only a stupid kid (at least two years older then Hiiro himself) he relaxed and knelt next to Trowa who still hadn't moved from his position.
"You okay?"
Trowa, his eyes closed as he willed the pain in his head to stop, nodded and managed to move into a more normal sitting position on the floor rather then half laying, his eyes centering on the young man that had slammed the door into him.
Une, her eyebrows raised expectantly, waited patiently for the youth to speak. When he didn't she shifted her weight, placed one elbow on her desk and leaned her face against her hand. "Well?" She asked.
Brought back to reality by his superiors voice he quickly stood at attention, his cheeks still as flushed as the rest of his face was pale, and began to apologize profusely.
"IamsosorryIdidn'tknowyouweretheresir, areyouokaythatwasverystupidofmeIdidn'tmeanto, Ishould'veknockedfirst, it'sjustthatthere'ssomeurgenttroublethatLadyUneneedstotakecareof-."
"Calm down Private!" Une cut him off. "I may be raising a child, but I can't understand someone when they speak ten miles an hour! Yet."
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry ma'am!" he bowed quickly, apologetically, before continuing. "You told us to report to you the moment anything regarding Mr. Winner is reported outside headquarters."
Une immediately straightened, her eyes widening, as the full impact of his implication set in. Catchign this sudden change in Une both Trowa and Hiiro exchanged unreadable glances, then turned to look back at the young man before them.
"There are reports floating amongst the press that he's been kidnapped.
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"I will give them one hour." Dorothy stated firmly, stubbornly, as she stood with her arms crossed over her chest. "No longer."
"Well, that's at least a little progress." Relena murmured as she wearily flopped onto a soft couch.
The two young women were back in the waiting room now and Relena had just spent the past ten minutes convincing Dorothy that going off on her own to search out and rescue Quatre would be a pretty bad idea. Of course, she didn't exactly manage to convince Dorothy not too but more like convince her to wait a little bit longer, just so they could at least determine where they should be looking.
"The only consolation I have right now, Relena, is the fact that they are still in the Sanc Kingdom." Dorothy leaned against a table, her jaw set tightly and her back rigid. Her words were sharp, barking, as she fought to control her fear, anger, and worry. "How long is that supposed to last for, hm? How long are they going to be able to watch all manageable exists without gaining too much bad publicity? And not only that, but what if his plan had been to never leave the Kingdom to begin with? Let alone this city!" Dorothy's hands were waving in the air now as she spoke, her arms doing half the talking for her. "I mean, you have to admit, Relena, it's a little straining just knowing that a mad geneticist currently has your super powered boyfriend for who knows what ungodly experiments he has planned! I mean, what is the point of doing it in the first place? What does he want from my kitten?"
"You really care about him, don't you?"
Dorothy halted in her ranting. She shifted her weight until she was actually sitting on the table and turned her head to look directly at Relena, her corn silk hair cascading like a waterfall to crash on the table top below. "What kind of question is that?"
"I don't know." Relena leaned forward on the couch for a minute before shifting her own weight, leaning on the arm laying her legs across the other cushion in a semi curled form, her head resting on her arms. "It just seems a little odd, surreal I guess you could say." Relena smiled, "I never expected to see you so happy, that's all."
"Happy?" Dorothy scoffed, "You call sitting here and worrying about my boyfriends life happy?"
Relena smiled, her point being proven as Dorothy spoke. "To an extent, yes. Think about it for a moment, if you will. When I first met you I saw your eyes. They were hollow inside, you wore a mask to cover the pain you kept hidden. Even now I can still see that pain, but at least now it is diminished somewhat by an inner light. A light that is actually fairly recent."
"Let me guess." Dorothy sniffed half indignantly, "A light that came the moment me and Quatre began dating?"
"No silly!" Relena chuckled. "The moment you marked Quatre as your prey."
"I what?"
Relena laughed. Dorothy couldn't help but stare at her friend as if she'd grown an extra head and, as Relena continued to laugh, she crossed her arms again and huffed irritably. Now didn't feel like the best time to be joking around.
"No, seriously Dorothy." Relena managed to say when she controlled herself. "You gained a sort of predatory response every time you laid eyes on Quatre up until that Christmas party I threw a few months back. After that it died down to a…hmm. I'm not sure really, a sort of dreamish misery."
"What are you talking about?"
"You convinced yourself that Quatre wouldn't have anything to do with you, remember?"
"Yeah, well…you have to admit he had every right to hate me." Dorothy murmured, a little shamed.
"Don't." Relena's smile flashed again, a genuine friendly smile that always managed to bring a smile to Dorothy's face. Dorothy hopped off the table and waltzed over to the couch, sitting on the far side where Relena's semi curled legs hadn't taken. She leaned against the arm and fixed Relena with a challenging stare.
"You seem to know an awful lot about me and Quatre. So tell me something regarding you and your significant other, hm? How is everything with Hiiro?"
"Oh phooey!" Relena tossed her hand. "Hiiro's Hiiro, you know him. Just knowing he's there is all I need."
"You're amazing Relena." Dorothy shook her head with wry amusement; "You can't tell me that you aren't even the slightest bit interested in coaxing him into your bedroom? He's right across the darn hall!"
"Dorothy!" Relena sat up, shocked at the other woman's suggestion, "How could you! Especially knowing that my mother lives with me! Not to mention Milliard has been staying with me for the past five months!"
"Really Relena, hasn't your brother found an apartment or something yet?"
"Not while Hiiro's in the same house as me." Relena grinned, "You know how it is. Milliard has gotten awfully protective of me as of late and Hiiro's presence, or should I say Milliards rival's presence, leaves him a little more then perturbed. He just doesn't seem to like the idea of me and Hiiro attempting to make certain things…official."
"You're a grown girl, who's to say you can't?" Dorothy smiled impishly.
"Dorothy!" Relena hissed. "You know that's not what I mean! Really!"
"Well, at least with Quatre I know where we stand." Dorothy gave Relena a sidelong glance. "Have you even kissed him yet? You know, since that incident at Christmas?"
"Of course not." Relena shook her head. "You just don't understand Dorothy. Hiiro isn't with me to work on a relationship. That's just a minor circumstantial benefit on my part. He's here for various reasons. Whether or not things are 'official' or not is irrelevant. I know where I stand with Hiiro, I know how much he cares for me. And I him. And I know what our future holds. That is all that matters to me."
"Hm. Why do I get the feeling that you two won't have gone on a single date and still wind up married."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Relena suddenly found her nails entirely far too interesting for Dorothy's taste.
"Sure Relena, you keep telling yourself that. You may even believe it one day."
Relena glared at Dorothy with a great amount of distaste only to find that the taller blond had reverted back to staring at the door leading out into the hall. Relena frowned, realizing that their lighthearted moment had now ended. Lifting herself from the arm she scooted over towards Dorothy and placed a comforting hand onto the older woman's shoulder.
"It's going to be okay Dorothy, Quatre's strong, and you know that. He's gone through a lot since the war started three years ago, almost in a non-stop sort of way. It has made him stronger every time he came out. This is no different.
Dorothy's head lowered and she glanced at Relena. "Somehow Relena, I find those words too hard to believe."
"Dorothy-."
"Relena." Dorothy cut Relena off, not even aware that Relena had begun to speak again. "A question."
"Yes?"
"Have you ever had a feeling so intensely wrong that you thought you would go insane? A feeling that wrapped around your gut and wrenched it, leaving you knowing, I mean knowing that something too horrible to imagine is happening right as you speak?"
Relena sat back, startled. She had had her fair share of bad feelings but what Dorothy described as knowing was something she had never felt.
"Sort of, but not to that extreme." Relena responded cautiously, "Why?"
"Because…." Dorothy choked. "I have had that feeling since I got here. I don't think it is me feeling it."
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k2: So? How d'you like? Is it good? I gotta know, please remember to give really good constructive critism! Pleeeeeeease!
MK: K, don't forget you're supposed to reply to the reviews.
k2: Ah, yes! Good point! Lessee now!
Glad you liked it Moonjava, you should like the next chapter also! Da-Ku-Hisaki, Thanx for the review. I really appreciate hearing form you again. As for plot twists, well…watch out. They get confusing. Unless of course my revisions make them make a bit more sense….anyway you're gonna love what comes next. FEY-CHAN! Things will continue to get thicker. Remember guys, this story is going to span the rest of their lives. I plan on it being very extensive. As for finding Quatre soon, well let's just say I have several more chapters to go in the first arc. I really appreciate the compliment about less mistakes, I wasn't in quite as big a hurry this time. (blatantly ignores the referance to MK)
Have fun guys, I await your next reviews!
Luvs!