Warning(s): Oddness, character and Gundam deviations, other stuff eventually, language, and the more vocal Gundams are a danger unto themselves.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but specifically Gundam Wing doesn't belong to little 'ol me. Again I state that it would be cool if it did but then I'd ruin it by writing strange ideas like are shown in this story. Oh yeah, and if anyone notices the slightly obscure reference to Castlevania, I don't own that either. Heh, enjoy.
So sorry for the delay. It took forever for me to get to the end of this chapter and I had a terrible case of writer's block.
Parabola of Mystery
Chapter Fourteen
Quatre ran back toward the hangar where they had arrived in their Gundams. He thought that he would have a hard time finding his way back since he really couldn't fully remember the way in. It was simplified when he could hear voices, familiar voices, from a distance.
"The hell? How did Wing just move on his own like that? I can't seem to figure it out."
"Mwah! It's because you haven't given in to the forces of evil. Join my adorable eradicating team and I shall tell you the secret of independent movement. Then we can commence my plan to take over Southeast Asia."
"Just shut up already."
"Never! I shall continue to 'bug' you until you give in! Persistence is 9/10 of evil after all."
"Dare I ask what the last part is?"
"It is split between devices of DOOM and…paperwork. All the evils of the world. Mwah. I want to push for it to be 5/10 paperwork. More annoyance for all!"
"Shut it or I'll force myself to quickly learn how to move and you'll end up worse the Death-shit."
"Then we shall get giant bottles of Pepsi and combine them with Mentos in the living room as to create a large, sticky mess! True evil!"
Quatre appeared in the hangar then, but the two didn't appear to register this fact.
"You do realize that nothing you say makes any sense, right?"
"Only to those who don't understand how evil works. I understand the beauty that is evil from the inside out so what I say is absolutely brilliant! I would think that you could be able to understand that but I suppose you haven't learned the entirety of evilness yet. Mwah, then I shall teach you until everything I say makes as much sense as exploding adorable bunnies are evvvvil."
"Sandrock, we have to get moving," Quatre bellowed as he moved right in front of his mobile suit. The best strategy was to ignore Sandrock, not that it would stop him.
"Where are you going?" Nataku asked.
"To get Deathscythe. He's incapable of moving himself," Quatre explained.
"That's a surprise? Barton came through with Yuy just a little while ago and thankfully took the lazy one away. Where is my pilot?"
She sounded annoyed but slightly anxious about the status of Wufei. Quatre smiled and jumped into Sandrock.
"He has to go get Duo, he also had an unfortunate accident. It definitely confirms that we've underestimated the Cowardly Lions."
"Pfft Not damn likely considering these morons. Oh yes, and while you all were gone that guy you were sent to kill came through here. While he could have been putting on an elaborate act, he didn't seem to notice that we four Gundams were even here. He just ran out the back in an Aries while screaming for his Mommy."
"He was such a delightfully weak little weakling that I almost spoke just to frighten him."
Nataku scoffed, "why didn't you?"
"Because the scene wasn't seamlessly evil. You have to create an atmosphere of evil before you can take appropriate action. No, I shall get him next time in a perfectly dark hangar and emerge from hellfire! MWHAHAHA."
"Focus Sandrock. We have to leave," Quatre said as he jerked on the controls. His Gundam almost reluctantly came to life and soon they were off.
Quatre entered the narrow passageway that led back outside. Sandrock paused in the door way and the blonde pilot pursed his lips in thought.
"The hangar is underground and when we did our overall sweep of the place not one of us noticed there being an entrance to get under the base…"
"Your point?"
"It think it might be in here…"
"Hehehe, I understand what you mean. How mildly evil to put a passageway to the underground. I approve."
Sandrock then moved along the passage slowly and without any prompting from his pilot whatsoever. It was a good thing that Quatre found him funny and didn't mind his unsettling ability to move on his own. The Gundam put his hands on either wall and walked slowly, trying to feel out where this passage could be.
"How are you going to be able to tell?" Quatre asked.
"I have my ways."
Quatre thus didn't have any other course then to merely sit and wait to see if Sandrock's search yielded any results.
Oddly enough, the Gundam stopped when they were only a few feet from the opening to the outside.
"I knew that my senses would not fail me. Mwahaha. It is here."
Quatre watched as Sandrock turned himself to the right where it looked like his arm sunk directly into blackness. He moved forward and they were sunk into more of the same black. There was an opening in the passage after all. It wasn't particularly obvious but then anyone with a light would have no trouble finding it.
"Good work, Sandrock," Quatre said happily as the Gundam followed the straight passage further underground. It didn't wind but a few times. That was good for the Gundam as Sandrock hadn't used any of his lights. Quatre was so pleased with their progress that he didn't think to ask about them.
They came to a stop before a reinforced, metal door. Sandrock pushed up against it before he felt the wall for some sort of panel or switch to open it.
"Wait a minute, Sandrock. We should be close to the underground hangar so why don't we hear Deathscythe?"
"Perhaps he's being evilly silent as to try and fool us. Well you can't fool the supreme evil being."
"But what if…"
"LALALALALALALALALALALA"
"Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Shut uuuuup!"
"Nevermind."
Sandrock obviously found the handle to the switch to open up the door. Wufei and Deathscythe's voices rang out quite clearly and loudly, so the door must have been soundproof.
"Silence cretins. We are here to save you…then blow you up to meet the man on the moon before you succumb to his evil plans!" Sandrock proclaimed.
Quatre could guess Wufei's expression even from the dark side of the overlarge room. He crouched next to Duo's still unconscious body on the floor. Quatre saw the ruins of another ladder from the station right beside Deathscythe.
"It's about time you got here. I was about to just leave this damn idiot. He keeps yelling," Wufei explained.
"I'M NOT YELLING. I'M BEING REALLY QUIET SO YOU'RE NOT FOUND OUT. ALSO SO DEATHSCYTHE CAN GET SLEEP SINCE HE LOOKS SO TIRED."
"Deathscythe? But you're Deathscythe," Quatre said. Wufei hung his head and put his hands over his ears.
"NO, I'M DUO. HE'S DEATHSCYTHE. THAT'S WHAT HE TOLD ME ANYWAY. SO HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE? THIS MAY SURPRISE YOU BUT I CAN'T MOVE. I HAD AN ACCIDENT."
"Silence, fool. Can't you see that we're already working on that? This proves that the idiotic cannot truly be evil. I'm sure that the Evil Death that flies around Dracula's castle would be very ashamed to share the same name as this unevill example of a Gundam."
"First off what you say still doesn't make any sense but for the first and hopefully last time I think that you make some sense," Wufei commented.
Quatre sighed and brought Sandrock to a stop before the decrepit Gundam. His self-inflicted state would have been amusing if the situation didn't have that annoying tinge of tension.
"Uh…well I suppose that you should secure Duo and ride on Sandrock's shoulder while he carries Death out?" the blonde pilot suggested.
Wufei shook his head in annoyance but he didn't say anything more inspiring so it appeared that they would be forced to try Quatre's plan first. Justice-boy unceremoniously picked up the braided pilot and flung him over his shoulder. He moved to the Gundam's foot and waited impatiently as Sandrock debated whether or not to listen to the pilot's commands. Quatre jerked the controls up and down in frustration before he calmed himself and talked lucidly to his Gundam.
"Ahem…Sandrock?"
"Yes O evil master?" The mobile suit sounded positively delighted.
"How about obeying my commands and assisting Wufei into getting on your shoulder? Please?"
"No," Sandrock said with imitation sweetness.
"Why not?"
"While conformity is the essence of true evil it only applies if you make others conform. My helping would be conforming which means I'm feeding in as a victim of evil rather then a cause of it."
Wufei stamped his foot. "This bastard is heavy. Just help already."
Quatre sighed and pulled on his bangs. While he had heard Sandrock's voice long before he actually heard it, he couldn't recall having this much trouble with the Gundam before. Perhaps the storm or the binky itself was responsible for the rebellious streak in his Gundam.
"Sandrock I'm not making this optional. We have to get Duo and Deathscythe medical attention. It seems these Cowards are more competent then we originally planned so we need to reconfigure our strategy. I DON'T have time for this right now."
Wufei was visibly surprised, especially by the commanding tone of voice that the usually gullibly gentle pilot employed. Though they were more frequent then ever, Quatre's uncharacteristic outbursts were still shocking.
"You DARE order me? Who has the evil firepower? I will use it to make my evil plans come to fruition. I don't have any extra evil energy to extend toward other, NON-EVIL matters."
"OOOH SANDY SOUNDS MAAAD."
"He doesn't sound any different to me," Wufei interjected.
"No, he is mad and I don't care," Quatre said.
There was a long pause and a small battle of wills ensued. How it ensued was a mystery as neither pilot nor Gundam made a move and, by all rights, they really weren't in any form of face to face.
"For the loves of Justice, just do something already. This braided mouth is heavier then he looks."
More silence. Quatre's hands tightened on the controls and Sandrock revolved slowly on the spot before tensing and going back to motionless silence. The Chinese pilot moved from one foot to the other impatiently.
"I swear, he is about fifteen pounds of hair alone," Wufei complained.
"SHH CAN'T YOU SEE THEY'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING?"
"I don't really care."
Perhaps it was the promise of another hair-pulling conversation between Death and Wufei or maybe it was that Quatre won. Either way, Sandrock finally extended his arm down to the ground and Wufei leapt upon it. He stopped a moment to shift the unconscious pilot to his other shoulder before taking additional hops to reach Sandrock's shoulder. It seemed pointless for the Gundam to assist in the end, especially considering the anti-gravity nature of Justice-boy's jumps. Quatre sighed and patted the control panel to signify a job well done.
"Thank you, Sandrock."
"SANDY'S JUST A BIG SOFTIE!"
"Quiet, ludicrous one. This is merely a part of my most wickedly evil plan. You see, I assisted but I didn't promise to not rock around and do everything in my power to knock the justice-mongering pilot off my shoulder. MWAH. I would also be injuring an injured individual in the process which goes quite well with my additional plan of destroying the imbecilic Gundam and everything he holds dear! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Sentimental fools!"
"I suppose we should look at the bright side of things. At least Sandrock's helping at all," Quatre tried.
Wufei sighed and rested his side against the cool surface of the Gundam. Sandrock laughed manically as he grabbed Deathscythe's intact foot and then started dragging him along behind. He made good on his promise too. As soon as they were away from the platform and toward the door, Sandrock took great care to shake and rock around.
"OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW"
"Mwhahahahahahahahahahahahah"
"I swear I'm going to kill that damn scientist."