**I don’t…sniffle…own any of the characters of Gundam wing. Another note…I really enjoy feed back! Tell me what you think.**
She stood besides the giant oak tree looking out at the black sky speckled with stars. She closed her eyes as the cool wind caress the back of her neck.
“Do you love me?” a voice asked behind her.
She turned quickly and pointed the sword she had in her hand at the stranger’s neck. The point just grazing his throat. Nicking the skin, causing a stream of blood to flow down his neck.
“If you don’t, it only takes the flick of a wrist and that will end my questions. Tell me, do you love me?” He asked. His long braid whipping around in the wind. His gaze hardened.
She screamed in rage and whipped the sword into the tree, not stopping it untill the whole blade was inside of the tree, the hilt sticking out like a obscure branch. She turned and snarled, “Are you happy…are you satisified with what you have found out?”
An evil grin slowly went across his handsome face, he started to laugh as he drew the sword out of the tree slowly. He held it out, pointing it at her face.
She snarled as her suit, that once was a green turtle neck and black jeans, fused together to make a tightly fitting suit. The neck of her sweater crept slowly up her face, turning into a black helmet that covered her face and then her hair. The sleeves of her suit molded into long, steel blades that kept growing untill the touched the earth. She brought one of the blades up and sliced the sword in two.
His eyes sparkled in mad delight as his own clothes, a black priest’s garb, molded into a suit identicle to hers. The black liquid of his suit slowly dripped past his hands molding into long poles that touched the ground. Slowly, long blades formed at the base of the poles, curving and growing untill they almost touch his shoulders.
She ran forwards screaming, raising the blades that were once her hands. “DIE” She yelled. The other suit parried the attack easily dogding out of the way as the other blade came screaming at his head. He hit her in the back with one of the poles. She turned quickly, falling through the air, his back was still to her. She pointed her blades at him and they quickly extended, piercing into his back. She hit the tree and slumped down. The blade still stuck in his back.
He walked forwards, sliding off the blades. The suit quickly went into the wound and the liquid mended the broken bones and severed flesh of his back. He turned to face her. She was still dazed from being struck in the back. She looked up and saw the other suit’s helmet disslove.
“Junior…” she whispered.
He smiled, his violet eyes glimmering in the starlight, as he brought up the pole the curved blade turned down. It slowly molded into a sharper angle towards the ground. He brought it up and swung it down at her head. She screamed in pain as the blades went through the helmet and into her skull. She felt the blade slide easily through her brain and through her jaw, it cut her suit and the skin on her chest. “Not like this…” She thought. As she tasted the blood in her mouth.
She sat up in the bed gasping and sweaty. ‘That dream…what does it mean?’ She wiped the sweat off her forehead. The lights turned on and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light.
“Had the dream again?” A girl asked in the doorway.
“Yeah Quatren…was I yelling?” She replied in a thick sleepy voice. The thick blanket slowly flowed around her body forming black jeans and a dark green turtleneck. “You wanna go practise a bit?” she asked as she tucked a stray bobby pin in the braided bun on her head.
“Yeah you were and I really don’t feel like becoming chop seuy again at least not two times in a row father might say that I deserve it for going back for more…I want some coffee…d’you want some?” The blond girl asked as she turned out the door.
“Yeah…I guess.” The girl in the bed muttered. She got up and followed the blond down the dark hall.
Quatren kept walking down the stairs but the other girl stopped infront of the closed office door, as she heard mutterings coming from behind it. She turned the door knob and let the it swing open. She walked in frowning at the figure that was hunched over the visual screen. His body was illuminated by the screen. She couldn’t see the look on his face because the mess of bangs.
“What do you mean that ‘they have a mission!’ They’re only 16!” He yelled slamming his fist into the mahogany desk.
“They are trained soldiers…I want them in the briefing room for warning orders at Zero hundred hours. On time Zero one. Out.” The screen went black and the room went dim. Only the outline of his form could be seen in the dim light of the artificial moon.
“Papa?” she asked frowning as she walked towards the man still hunched over the desk.
“Yes Hera?” He asked in a raspy voice. He leaned over and turned the lamp on.
“Do we have a mission?” She asked still frowning at the the man.
He scratched his shoulder absent mindedly. He crossed his lean muscled arms over his naked, chest. “Yes Hera you do…” He answered glancing at her sadly. “The portal machine has been fixed.” He whispered.
“Oh…” she mumbled, her mind racing excitedly. Finally! She thought.
“Go wake the others…” he whispered, slumping into the chair and covering is face with his hands.
Hera turned and walked down the hallway. She banged on each door yelling “GET UP! GET UP! WE HAVE A MISSION!”
Each door opened and sleepy teenagers and adults trudged into the hallway and down the steps of the mansion. Their suits not yet fully done their task of clothing it’s wearer.
Five men sat in chairs that lined the long black table. The five teenagers stood silently behind each man. A group of uniformed men filed in the room and took their places across the table from them.
“Ahem…” An old man huffed trying to clear his throat.” These are your warning orders. GWO will prep the XGWO’s to go for battle. This means suits, boys and girls. I know that you know what to do so I will not go into any detail. This is what we have been waiting for. Operation Fallen Angel will commense in 2 hours. I want you people in your suits for Oh-two-hundred. The commanding officer will be XGWO zero-one. The Second in command will be XGWO zero-two. Is their any questions?” The man asked looking directly in front of him to the man that glared at him across the table. There was silence. “No? Then you are all dismissed. XGWO zero-one and GWO zero-one, I wish to speak with you.” He added.
The men and teens silently filed out of the room, leaving Hera and her father alone with the ancient soldier.
“Hera…I know that you know what to do…but there are some changes to your Gundam…black wing. It has a remote detenator for the rest of the Gundam…just in case something should happen.” The old man replied.
“Yes sir.” She acknowledged quickly.
“Sir! Why can’t we go out there instead of them? They are only children! There too young!” The man seated in the chair interrupted. He stood up and slammed his fist into the table leaving the fibre glass cover cracked.
“Heero…how old were you when you went on Operation Meteorite?” the old man asked quietly.
“But still…I had no one! I had no family! It was the only thing I knew…these kids have something…their deaths will be senseless! I was taught no better…these children were not they were taught how to love! Please Don’t do this!” Heero pleaded passionetly. He slammed his fist into the table untill his knuckles bled.
“Papa…this is what I was made for…No matter how much you think otherwise…no matter how much you lie to yourself…it’s what I was made for.” Hera responded blankly to her father’s passionate out burst, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“No Hera…It just isn’t right…” He whispered.
“She’s right Heero…she and the others…this is what they are made for…” The old man said as he got out of his seat. “You are dismissed….” He said as he walked out the door.
Hera sighed and started to walk out of the room. She opened the door and looked back at her father who was slumped in the chair, messaging his temples. She turned and started to pass the other teens and grief-stricken men in the room. She heard Duo walk in and start talking to her father to comfort him.
“Hera…wait up!” A boy yelled behind her.
She stopped waiting for the tall, braided boy to catch up to her. “What do you want Maxwell?” she asked darkly.
“What was your dad yelling at?” He asked.
“God…he was angry about the mission. He thinks that we shouldn’t be going.” She replied impatiently.
“He wants to take all the glory!” Maxwell hissed.
Hera turned and stopped, staring at the boy who stood besides him. Her eyes flashed angrily and Maxwell’s eyes grew wide, he stumbled backwards as the girl raised her fist and punched him in the face. He fell backwards and landed on his back. “Don’t you DARE say things like that about him, fool…he is one of the best soldiers and my FATHER…” She hissed hatefully standing over him with her fists clenched.
He sat up and rubbed his jaw. Another boy walked up and helped him to his feet. “Thanks Trevor…” Maxwell said as he walked away from the enraged girl, not looking over his shoulder.
TO BE CONTINUED