Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 18 )

 

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Chapter 17

 

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“Hold it!” Duo held up his hands to halt the Chinese teen's story, “You almost got me, Fei.” He shook his head, “You had me believing that you had slept with Quat, but then you had to throw in being a New-Type. That's just ridiculous!”

 

“You can believe that Quatre is a New-Type, but the idea of me having an unusual gift is too farfetched?”

 

“You asked us to continue where Quatre left off.” Trowa began, “Why would he admit to something that would piss you off only to insult your intelligence by lying?”

 

The braided boy rolled his eyes, snorting. “You saying you believe him?”

 

“I'm saying that Wu Fei is too honorable to invent stories.” Emerald orbs glared at the disbeliever, oblivious to the Chinese boy's stunned look.

 

“What is your ability?” Hiiro asked, paused in his previously incessant typing.

 

“I don't think there is a name for my gift.” Chang admitted. “I'm not even sure as to the extent of what I can do…”

 

“He's a healer of sorts.” Trowa supplied. “Somehow… he's able to give his own strength to help another.”

 

“Hn.” Hiiro frowned thoughtfully, “Is it just that you can share strength, or have you actually healed someone?”

 

The Chinese teen shrugged.

 

“I'm not surprised by your gift.” The hacker continued, directing his gaze at his computer screen. “With all the mediating you do, you have a very tight control over your body's energy. With time, and a little training, you could probably become a metaphysician.”

 

“That's generally called life support.” Duo snickered, earning himself a hard yank on his braid. “YEEAAH-OW! HIIRO!” He hollered, clutching the base of his neck, “That's attached you Know!”

 

“Behave.” The Japanese teen warned.

 

“Yeah, whatever.” The braided teen sulked. “I still don't know if I buy this.”

 

“I didn't believe it myself at first, Maxwell. I thought it was Quatre's doing…”

 

“But his health improved.” Shinigami nodded, “When the events of the evening should have injured him further.”

 

“Correct.”

 

“I just find it hard to believe that three of us are new-types…” Duo mused. “Those Bastards probably had that in mind when searching for pilots for the Gundams… It can't be a coincidence… Can it?”

 

“Three?” Trowa looked surprised.

 

“Yeah.” The amethyst eyes blinked, “Q, `Ro an' Fei… unless you have a secret ability? `Cuz I know I don't… at least not yet. Is it possible that we'll develop one? Cuz I don't think Fei had his during the wars, even though both Q and `Ro had theirs. Maybe it's only a matter of time befor-”

 

“Duo, shut up.” Hiiro shook his head, “Think about it Barton… How do you think I survived self-detonation? It wasn't thanks to your sister's cooking, I can tell you that.”

 

The banged teen quirked a smile at the memory of Catherine's horrid food.

 

“You'd have to be a new-type in order to live through that, Barton!” Wu Fei agreed.

 

Trowa's amusement faded, “But I'm not… The puppeteer was able to manipulate me.”

 

“Keep going, Fei.” Duo encouraged. “I want to get through this before I call Quat back. I want to know what I'm dealing with.”

 

“Okay.” The Chinese teen nodded, “From what Sally shared with me afterwards, Lady Une was having a major conniption with the disaster left at the hospital.”

 

“I bet she threatened all your valuable parts.” Shinigami smirked evilly.

 

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Lady Une inwardly groaned. Her best operatives were missing, not answering pages, phones or emails; plus there was a hospital full of confused, injured, and not so pleasant people. “Listen up people!” She barked orders, trying to bring order to the chaos. “Sally, take care of the wounded. Set up the rating system and get the most serious conditions under control!”

 

“Alright, alright… Jeeze, the woman is a slave driver… like I don't know how to handle an emergency situation…” The doctor grumbled, before issuing her own commands to her medical team. “Swanson, Pike, Mason. You're with me. We'll take the third floor. Wayne, Orion and Sohma take this floor. Radio if you need help.”

 

Several acknowledgements of “Ma'am!” sounded as the medics rushed to do their appointed jobs.

 

Meanwhile Une continued to order subordinates. “You two get statements, Salvador get photographs…”

 

No one noticed the two assassins slip from shadow to shadow.

 

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Omi stared at the damage to the hospital. “This is where we brought Nagi…What happened?”

 

The German sighed, rubbing his temples. “Damn.”

 

“Schuldig?”

 

“They've beaten us here…”

 

“Who?”

 

The Weiss assassin glared at the telepath as the taller killer brushed past him and strode into the medical facility. With a resigned sigh, the kitten followed.

 

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“So what's our plan of action for today?” Quatre asked. “I sincerely doubt that we'll be able to pick up anything useful at the hospital. Any evidence will have been contaminated by the mob of puppets last night… if not completely misleading…”

 

“What do you suggest?” The Chinese boy asked, raising an eyebrow towards his partner.

 

The blonde smiled cheekily, “My first suggestion wouldn't be at all productive.”

 

“And that would be…?”

 

“We spend the day in bed and see how loud I can make you scream?”

 

“As enticing as that is… I don't think that would help Nagi.”

 

“Which leads me to my second suggestion…?” Quatre sipped his tea, his former devious expression quickly replaced by a calm though serious façade. The abruptness of the change surprised the silent Wu Fei so that he nearly missed what his partner was saying. “We head towards the Limitless fortress. There are friends of Kazuki who live in that area and may have a clue to any unusual New-type activity… Plus, according to Kazu, Ginji and his partner Ban run a recovery business… they may be able to assist us.”

 

Nodding, the oriental agreed, “When do you want to leave?”

 

“As soon as possible. The Limitless fortress is not a place to be lost in at night.” The empath shuddered, “It attracts the worst kinds of evil…”

 

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“Sakura,” Ban addressed the upset young woman as she hovered over the unresponsive, translucent form of her digital lover. “Where's Needle boy and Thread head?”

 

“I don't know.” The cloth user sighed. “Juubei left several days ago to meet with Mr. Shido… He hasn't returned. Mr. Kazuki has been gone for weeks.”

 

“Did the Needle and Thread have a fight or somethin'?”

 

The girl nodded. “My brother wanted him to return to the Limitless Fortress; Mr. Kazuki wanted Juubei to leave.”

 

“Juubei cares for Kazu a lot, doesn't he?” Ginji smiled happily.

 

“Yes…” Sakura smiled gently as she smoothed back Makubex's silvery hair. “They were born to be at one another's side.”

 

“If we call Kazu, maybe he'd know where Juubei is!?” The human electric eel suggested enthusiastically.

 

“Mr. Kazuki is not answering his phone.” The girl frowned, “And with the computer system infected, I'm unable to send an email.”

 

“Then let's get a hold of Monkey-Boy.” Ban shrugged, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

 

“Sounds like a plan!” Ginji grinned.

 

“Madoka hasn't seen him since yesterday.” Sakura informed the recovery team, tears in her eyes. “I called her trying to find Juubei… I was hoping he could help Makubex!”

 

“Don't cry, Sakura!” The blonde exclaimed, “Don't worry! We'll find Juubei and Kazuki! We'll get them back!” He turned his hopeful gaze to his partner, “Right, Ban?”

 

“Do you even have to ask, baka?” The Jagan wielder snorted, “Of course we'll get them back! We ARE the Get Backers Recovery Service after all!”

 

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“Good morning!” A cheery voice greeted when they entered the hall. The Preventers turned and acknowledged the young redheaded woman from the night before. “I hope you're feeling better, Blondie! You seem too nice of a guy to be ill!”

 

“Uh… Thank you.” Quatre smiled, “I'm feeling much better… Miss?”

 

“Lizzie. That's great! Of course with Mr. Sexy here rushing to the rescue like that… Wow… It's no wonder you two didn't hear the delivery guy! I think that half the building heard ya!”

 

The empath stifled a snicker as Wu Fei's face transferred from fiery red to blanched white. “I forgot that you had ordered dinner.”

 

“Li is going to be furious with me.” The raven-haired teen complained. “Having him deliver all the way out here and not be paid!? I won't be able to eat there for a month!”

 

“Li?” Lizzie giggled, “That ultra-sexy, god among men? Don't worry about it, I took care of him.”

 

“I'm afraid to ask.” Wu Fei raised a weary eyebrow.

 

“Let's just say that was the best Chinese food I've ever had.” She giggled again before glancing at her watch, “Oh God! I'm late again! Damn it!” With a frustrated growl, Lizzie slammed her apartment door shut and pushed past the new lovers. “Sorry!” She called back, before disappearing down the staircase. “See ya around, Blondie!”

 

“Bye!” Quatre waved, an amused smile on his face.

 

“Energetic, isn't she.”

 

“She reminds me of Duo.” The empath mused.

 

“Thanks for that wonderful visual.” Wu Fei groaned, hiding the minuscule smirk at the thought.

 

“Come on…” Quatre pressed, pulling on his partner's arm to where they had parked the borrowed bike from the previous night. “The Limitless Fortress waits for no one.”

 

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To be continued…