By Becca
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One Month Later...
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Heero watched birds fly by as he pondered in the park. He had checked the old warehouse to see if the gundams were still there the next day, but they weren't. He almost thought he imagined the entire thing.
Almost.
He sighed trying to figure out if there was any real threat to anyone.
He never heard anyone come up or sit beside him, but suddenly, a voice rang through the air.
"Who do you think you are?"
Heero looked beside him to see the person from Battre ou Touer with the green-gray eyes. He was amazed that he hadn't heard him sit down. He decided just to ignore the character.
"Who do you think you are, Heero Yuy- or should I say, Odin Jr.?" he asked again.
Heero looked at the person with his emotionless mask.
"Listen up good- if you ever go near my gundam again- EVER- I will kill you. That's not a threat; it's a promise," the person warned angrily.
Heero just stared at him with his emotionless face.
The person got up and started to walk away- not making a sound. He was very smooth and graceful- even more so than a great ballerina. He even stepped on a stick purposely- but no sound was made.
Heero was more than a little disturbed by this as the person walked out of sight.
Heero slowly got up and started thinking of what action he needed to take.
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Trowa walked quietly around the circus grounds going about his chores. All the rumors about the gundams had stopped for now, so Trowa decided not to worry about it and just to continue concentrating on the circus.
"Hey, Trowa Barton!" a voice called.
Trowa turned around to see a man in his mid-thirties in a lab coat standing before him. He had black hair and small blue eyes.
"You're Trowa Barton right?"
Trowa slowly nodded his head.
"Heh, but not the real one, right?"
Trowa only stared at the man.
"No matter. I have a proposition for you, young man," he stated smiling.
"What?" Trowa asked bored.
"How would you like to pilot a gundam again?"
Trowa stared at the man, trying to show no emotion.
'Who is this guy? How could he have known I piloted a gundam?' he thought anxiously.
Trowa started to walk away.
"Come on, you want to stop that new terrorist group before they start a war, don't you?" the man asked.
Trowa stopped.
"That's what I thought. Come work for me; I have gundam 03 rebuilt and everything," the man offered putting a hand on Trowa's shoulder.
Trowa stared at the circus for a moment, trying to decide.
"Well, young man, what will it be?" the man asked again.
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Two Weeks Later...
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Heero was walking through the park again when a man stopped him. He had black hair and small blue eyes.
"Ah, Heero Yuy!" he exclaimed happily.
Heero narrowed his eyes and kept walking.
"Wait! I have a mission for you!" the man exclaimed.
Heero just kept walking.
"Well, if you want someone else to pilot Wing Zero-"
Heero turned around quickly.
"You rebuilt it?" he asked angrily.
"Yes, and I want you to pilot it."
"What makes you think I'll do that?"
"Simply put, I need some help in stopping that new terrorist organization before another war is started. I need the best, and you are the best. What do you say; want to fight again?" the man asked holding out a hand.
Heero stared it for a moment before stating, "Mission Accepted."
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One Month Later...
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Heero sat in his gundam as he flew to where his next mission was to take place. He was supposed to go to the base on a colony in the L4 cluster and get some information.
It was strange to be in his gundam again; it was the exact same as before. It was almost refreshing to be in it again.
Suddenly, his radar started flashing.
'Five Aries suits, in the middle of space?' he thought amazed.
Then he saw five explosions in front of him. However, there was nothing there or on radar. Suddenly, a gundam materialized out of thin air.
Heero stared at the orange and black gundam with two beam sabers tucked behind it and fox ears; it was the gundam from the warehouse. It looked over at him and something came on his radio.
"Friend or- It's you!" the pilot exclaimed.
The pilot looked the same as he had in the warehouse, only he had his bean bag fox on his shoulder.
"So, you got your own gundam back?" he asked sneering.
Heero didn't answer.
"Still not going to talk, huh? Well, I'm to destroy anyone who sees me, so this isn't your lucky day!" the pilot exclaimed and clicked off the radio.
The gundam took out one beam saber and pointed it at him. Heero took out his own beam saber as the pilot charged from him. They started a long fight that went on for about an hour.
"You're strong..." the pilot in the gundam whispered, his voice higher pitched as Heero went in for another hit.
"But not strong enough!" the pilot exclaimed as the gundam completely disappeared.
To Heero's anger, the gundam wasn't on his radar again.
'He has a better stealth mode than Deathscythe,'' Heero thought angrily.
"As they say, he who runs away lives to fight another day. I hope to meet you in battle again, Heero Yuy!" the pilot stated coming up on Heero's radio again.
"Who are you?" Heero demanded.
"Just call me Kitsune- the fox," the pilot stated and clicked off.
Heero sighed as he started towards the colony again. He couldn't let himself get distracted like that again; he had missions to finish.
Trowa concentrated on the road as miles of countryside passed his by. In the back of his truck was Heavyarms, fully loaded for battle. It was a little strange to Trowa to be transporting his gundam again. He had thought that he would never have to use his gundam again after blowing it up three years ago.
It was a strangely assuring feeling to be doing it again, while at the same time strangely disturbing. Catherine had been fuming at the idea of Trowa going to war again. Trowa was disturbed by the fact that none of the others were getting involved in it- at least to his knowledge. What if all the gundams had been rebuilt? And what about those newer stronger ones?
Trowa noticed a large cloud of smoke ahead. A long, chilling howl echoed through the air. Trowa stopped his truck and stepped out. In front of him was a powerful gray and white gundam that resembled a wolf. On its hands were steel claws for slashing.
Trowa knew there was no one he would be able to get to the city with his gundam safely now.
"Trowa!" a voice called.
Trowa went into the truck and took out a small communicator his new professor had given him.
"Destroy Gundam 07- that is your new mission!"
Trowa looked up a the gundam attacking assuming that was the one he was talking about.
"Mission accepted," Trowa stated throwing the communicator back into the truck.
He unveiled Heavyarms, and jetted towards the gundam.
The gundam let out another howl as it turned towards Heavyarms.
"Goody! Someone to play with! Come on 03, let's have some fun!" the pilot mocked.
In Trowa's gundam, an image of a man appeared. He wore baggy clothing and a few pieces of blonde hair escaped his hat.
"See if you can beat me; I'm Ookami!" he exclaimed before cutting off and howling again.
Trowa started to pelt him with bullets as the gundam stood there.
When Trowa was out of bullets, the gundam let out another howl and charged at Trowa with his claws. Trowa did his best to evade the attack, but it was near impossible. Heavyarms fell on the ground causing the Earth to shudder.
"What a weak gundam! Now to finish you of-" the pilot started, raising his claw in mid air and then stopping.
After a moment, the gundam took off without another word. Trowa jumped out and watched as the gundam flew into the atmosphere.
"Ookami? He definitely looks and fights like a wolf..." Trowa whispered.
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Quatre had sat down to breakfast with a newspaper in front of him the next morning. He sighed as he sipped his coffee and opened up the paper. He immediately spit it out upon reading the headline.
GUNDAMS RETURNED
"What the-?!" he exclaimed as he read on.
AC 198- (AP) Yesterday the gundam 03 was spotted fighting another gundam on Earth two miles outside of Paris, France. No one was reported to be injured.
No one is quite sure why the two mobile suits were attacking or if they were planning to attack the city. Some sources say that both gundams work for the terrorist group Battre ou Touer, while others say they are acting on their own.
Quatre's hands shook as he put down the paper. 03- Heavyarms- Trowa's gundam- had been rebuilt?!
'But Trowa destroyed it three years ago with Duo and myself; he had no reason to rebuild it. Trowa couldn't possibly be with that new group! - Can he? If Heavyarms has been rebuilt, is it possible that the other gundams had been rebuilt? But how? And why? I thought the scientists and plans were destroyed.
Is the nightmare beginning again?' Quatre thought sadly.
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Three days later...
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Duo walked with his hands in his pockets whistling to himself. He was all alone on a dirt road, just enjoying the quiet time. Jean still hadn't shown up again from her last job, but she had called telling him she had been fine.
But Duo was getting a little suspicious of Jean's "jobs". She had been gone three months and still hadn't returned. Duo was almost afraid that Jean was a gundam pilot. And the fact that Heavyarms had appeared hadn't put any ease to his mind. He tried to call Quatre and ask him about it, but Quatre had always been busy.
Duo was getting very suspicious.
"Hey, you want to become Shimigami again?" a voice asked.
Duo quickly turned around to see a man with black hair, small blue eyes, and a white lab coat.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he stated narrowing his eyes.
"Then why did you acknowledge me, Duo Maxwell? You just gave yourself away," the man stated smiling.
'Shoot! Me and my big mouth!' Duo thought angrily.
"Look, that part of my life is over; leave me alone," Duo stated angrily, walking in the opposite direction.
"Well, if you don't want to help your girlfriend..."
Duo stopped angrily and turned around.
"What do you mean?" he muttered angrily.
"Why, I never met a bigger coward who-" the man continued.
Duo grabbed his collar and growled, "What does this have to do with Jean?"
"Why she needs your help."
"Oh?"
"Yes; I have her," the man stated smiling.
"You little-" Duo started.
"And I will let her go if you pilot Deathscythe."
Duo dropped the man as he turned white.
"What? Deathscythe has been rebuilt?" he whispered mostly to himself.
"Ah, yes. With some great upgrades made by my little genius. If you pilot Deathscythe and fulfill the missions I give you, I will let Jean go unharmed."
"And if I refused?" Duo asked turning his back.
"I kill her... slowly."
Duo groaned knowing he couldn't let that happen. Jean was just an innocent person being pulled into this. He couldn't let anything happen to her because he wouldn't pilot Deathscythe again.
"Do you swear she will be unharmed if I do it? I mean, not a hair on her head touched?" Duo muttered, his back to the man.
"I swear."
"All right; I will," Duo agreed turning back around.
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Wufei quietly walked down the dark street in his Preventer's uniform. Sally had given him a day off and practically dragged him out of the room with the footage of the new gundam and Heavyarms.
Wufei knew Trowa had piloted Heavyarms; it had to be him. Each of the pilots fought and certain way; the Heavyarms on the tape had fought like Trowa always did.
The thing that bother Wufei most was the fact that the gundam was rebuilt. If Heavyarms was rebuilt, then isn't it logical to assume that the others had been rebuilt as well? And what about those new gundams like the one Sally had nicknamed Wolf?
Was the endless waltz of war about to begin again? It seemed that just yesterday Wufei was destroying Nataku.
He hated destroying his gundam. He had strongly believed that Meiran's spirit had resided in it. But he knew he had to destroy it so no one could use it; Meiran would've understood... At least, he hoped she would've.
"Would you like to fight for justice again?" a voice asked breaking Wufei from his thoughts.
He quickly turned around in a fighting stance to see a man with black hair and small blue eyes.
The man bowed before continuing.
"Chang Wufei- it is an honor to meet someone who fights for justice."
"What do you want with me?" Wufei asked narrowing his eyes.
"One simple thing; I want you to pilot Nataku again."
"Wha-?" Wufei whispered.
"It's been rebuilt- with a few adjustments that I think you would like. I want only you to pilot it though."
'This man must either be insane or drunk! He thinks he rebuilt a gundam!' Wufei thought angrily and turned around.
As Wufei started to walk off, the man stated, "But don't you fight for justice?"
Wufei growled as he stopped and answered, "Yes I do."
"Isn't it an injustice that colonies are being destroyed by Battre ou Touer?"
Wufei sighed and whispered, "Hai."
"Well, I'm giving you a chance to stop the injustice. With Nataku, you could stop Battre ou Touer, fight for the justice of all innocent people."
Wufei inwardly cursed at himself. This man was very manipulative.
"There are others fighting," Wufei finally whispered.
"I guess you don't fight for justice... You must be too weak."
Wufei turned around angrily at the man, ready to hit him. The man only smiled at him knowingly.
"Fine, I will pilot the mobile suit," Wufei agreed angrily.
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One Week later...
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Quatre sighed as he looked through his intensive paperwork. There just seemed to be no end to it. He silently wished Wufei would show up saying they had a mission and needed Quatre.
The door opened, rustling Quatre's papers.
"Please close the door; It's taken eight days to sort through these accounts alone," he requested scrambling to pick up the papers.
"Forget the papers," a cold voice stated.
Quatre looked up startled to see a man with black hair and small blue eyes.
"Who are you? How did you get in?" he demanded; this man did not look trustworthy.
"Don't worry about that right now. Look, you are badly needed."
"Oh?" Quatre asked sitting down and getting the accounts in order.
"Yes, you are needed to fight in Sandrock again."
Quatre felt himself go cold upon hearing the name. He had destroyed Sandrock three years ago- along with Deathscythe and Heavyarms.
But Heavyarms had reappeared...
Quatre's heart stopped at the thought of another war starting so soon- another war with gundams.
"Oh, don't worry- it's to resist Battre ou Touer- to help prevent a full fledge war," the man continued reassuringly.
Quatre sat pondering what should be done. Maybe if he piloted Sandrock again, a big war could be stopped.
But what if the man was lying? What if he was just saying that to get Quatre to fight?
Quatre didn't want to have to fight again...
But more suffering could happen if he DIDN'T fight...
"Fine," he agreed standing up.
The man smiled.
