Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Mended Wing ❯ Mended Wing - Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

Authors Notes: Yes, there IS some action coming! Whoo hoo! Maybe even in this chapter! Alright! ::does a little happy dance:: I know, it's taken a while to get this chapter out. I'm sorry, but so much has been going on in my life, school and work the least emotionally trying of them. I'll try to do better with the coming chapters!

 

Sakura Yuy: Thanks for complimenting my job with the myth, and I'm sorry again this took so long to get out! Winter: Quatre is NOT cheating on Trowa. Trowa does not exist. Triton does, and Quatre and Triton are not and never have been together. Therefore Quatre cannot be cheating on him. Tsuki Doriimaa: Duo almost became an asshole biker guy! With short hair! And tattoos! But then I thought, nah, better make him a priest who craps his pants every time a girl comes near. And made Relena the biker!

 

Thanks go to: Marika Webster, Trenchcoat Man, Fuuzaki, Tensei, Ilirial and ALS, and Isis. You people are those who mean the most to me in this world, and I don't know where I would be without you.

 

Disclaimer: Aw crap, you know none of the characters belong to me. All hail the great and powerful Tokyo Tower! For all things happen at Tokyo Tower, and all things are drawn to Tokyo Tower!

 

 

Mended Wing - Chapter Ten

 

 

The door opened. Rei blinked, awake suddenly. Several shadows slipped through the darkness and grabbed her shoulders before her mind had cleared sleep away enough to protest. She heard the angry grunt of Masurao being shaken awake, and his struggles to break free. He shouted a few colorful expletives, the type only someone fluent in Japanese would understand. Rei would have laughed, if the situation hadn't called for more drastic action.

“Shaddup, both of you!” The shadow who spoke rapped Rei on the head. If he'd been trying to knock her unconscious, he failed and managed only to make her really angry. “We sent out a ransom note to your buddies, to meet us tonight at Tokyo Tower if they want you back.” The man laughed, and Rei knew that an exchange was not the plan on these men's minds. More likely they were simply trying to draw the rest of the Senshi into a battle, one that no doubt they thought they couldn't lose.

“Baka! They won't be there!” Rei tugged at her arms to wrench them from her captor's grip. He only hugged tighter and laughed louder.

“Yes they will. They need you, you see.” This voice came from the doorway, from a figure who stood straight and spoke much more concisely than any of the men who'd spoken before. “Your friends have come across a small barrier in their plans, and need you to help them get around it. Or through it, as the case may be.” The figure chuckled, the refined chuckle of a man of aristocratic lineage.

“You want us to take `em now, Boss?” asked the one who held the squirming form of Masurao.

“Yes, but please be careful with them. We wouldn't want to show up with broken merchandise, would we?”

The group of them laughed as they dragged their two captives out of the dark room.

 

 

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“You're staying here.”

“I refuse!”

“We don't have time to argue about this!”

“Then you cannot stop me from following you!”

Venus stepped forward and thrust an arm between the two warring parties. Jupiter and Wufei both gave her looks that might have been the cause of her untimely death had she not possessed the advantage of being a Senshi. A flash of memory overcame her for a moment, of making a similar gesture to separate Mars and Jupiter back then, during that last, most trying time of their kingdom.

“We need to strike from the rear, attack where they're least expecting us!”

“Don't you understand, Jupiter? It's over! We're all dead, just like Endymion and Serenity! We just don't know it yet!”

Venus hadn't truly been the leader of the Senshi since that day, or night, whichever it had been. She'd died, and in her new life she gave over leadership to the newest Senshi, Sailormoon, knowing the blonde was her princess in a new guise. Oh gods, how they needed Sailormoon now. The Senshi of Love didn't know if she could lead again, after so long out of the captain's chair.

“Sailorjupiter,” she said, turning to her taller comrade, “you've been leading since Usagi-chan . . . well, you've done a good job but it's time I took over from here. If you remember.” She paused to make certain she saw the glint of recognition in the other's eyes. Then she turned to the rest, who waited to see who would win and what would happen. “This is Senshi business. If you were yourselves, or rather the versions of you that we knew, you would not only be invited to come along but would be a great asset. However, you are not Gundam pilots, and the only one of you who might be able to help us would be Wufei. So Wufei will be allowed to come along.” She ignored the Chinese man's smug expression. “The rest of you will stay here, with Hotaru.”

Hotaru, who would not henshin and join the rest unless the situation became desperate enough, nodded in agreement. Father Duo, Quatre, and Triton gave each other looks that clearly expressed their relief at being left behind. Wufei stepped forward, fists clenched.

“Then let us go to this, `Tokyo Tower'.”

“Alright,” Jupiter growled, “Let's see how well you can keep up, then.”

Venus sighed. Of course they would travel the high road, the tops of buildings and over roads. Their Senshi strength allowed them to do this, and taking a car or walking would be next to impossible in the early evening traffic. No one heading home from their rough day at work would be likely to look up and see six Senshi leaping across buildings. However, no matter how strong he was or skilled, Venus doubted Wufei would be able to perform the same feats they could.

“Why don't you just carry him?” She asked Jupiter, voice thin with exasperation. Really, the constant battle between these two had gotten quite old.

“A woman? Carry me? I doubt it.”

“See, Venus, he doesn't want to be carried.” Jupiter smirked, knowing very well what would come next. “So let him follow us on foot. I'm sure he'll do well enough.” She grinned in a way that could only be described as maniacal and Venus sighed. Well, at least this bit about women being weak could be handled once and for all.

“Alright, fine. Wufei, you can try to keep up, but if you can't then one of us WILL carry you.”

He humphed. “There shall be no need. I shall be slowing down to allow for your laggard pace. I do not need to be carried.”

 

 

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Wufei looked up at the pony-tailed woman who cradled him in her arms like so much laundry and made no attempt to hide his awe. She ran like the wind, faster, they all did, leaping up to rooftops and across buildings, as if the laws of gravity did not apply to them. As if they had never known the restriction of being bound to the ground. The strength they hid in those feminine bodies could not belong to mortals. If not mortals, then were they angels or demons?

You've been spending too much time talking with that damned priest.

Below them on the streets honked the horns of thousands of early-evening drivers. From the lack of surprised yelps, Wufei assumed that the building-hoppers had not been spotted. Who would think to look upwards for running people anyway?

He turned his head forward. Ahead, Venus and Uranus charged. Somewhere behind followed the rest, but not too far behind. And far ahead, with the sunlight twinkling on the sea at either side, stood the mysterious Tokyo Tower. He'd heard the girls speak of this place with a special mix of awe and fear. Things tended to happen here, they said, things both for good and evil. They seemed to think this Tokyo Tower to be some sort of magnet for all things of the Darkness and Light.

And were they wrong? After all, it was this tower they now headed towards, to either win back their two stolen comrades or fight until the death. Wufei found he couldn't dispute their claims, though he prided himself on rationality. For better or worse, Tokyo Tower stood as the place where all things came to begin or end.

 

 

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Masurao gasped as his captor finally gave him a moment to breathe. He felt the blood trickling from his split lip and his eye swelling. The two men laughed as they watched him suck air into his lungs during the reprieve. He clearly saw reflected in their dull eyes the cruelty of the stupid. They treated him this way because the knew no better.

“Calm down, please.” The man they referred to only as `Boss' stepped forward. In the waning light Masurao could just barely make out the sharp, clean lines of his face, one that seemed crafted from a chisel and hammer instead of genetics. It was the face of a very young man, twenty at most, but the hair crowning the man's head was the stark silver of a man approaching his later years. He held a cane, though he didn't seem to need it. “You cannot kill them just yet. They must be alive when their friends come.”

“I don't see why,” one of the thugs asked, “we're just going to kill them all anyway.”

“I want them to think they have a chance to win.” The Boss turned to look down at Masurao, and his thin lips curled upwards. He strode forward, cane clicking on the metal floor of the platform. “Attend to the girl. I wish to have a moment alone with the boy.”

Confused, the two thugs shrugged and went to Rei. Masurao caught a glimpse of them tightening her ropes before the Boss leaned down and blocked his view. The man's cold grey eyes raked down his form before returning to Masurao's face.

“You are quite different, aren't you?”

“I don't understand.” Masurao grimaced with the pain in his ribs from speaking.

“Nothing like the cold-blooded killer you were before. I'm willing to say that you don't even remember that life, do you?” The grin only widened when Masurao's eyes grew large. What did this stranger mean? How could he possibly know about this so-called other life? Masurao didn't even remember, and it was supposed to have been his. “Oh yes, I know about you, Junsei Masurao. Or . . . Hiiro Yui.”

“B-But . . .”

“Did you know that in your true timeline, the original Hiiro Yui was a great hero in the colonies, and not a traitor?” The cane tapped a monotonous tune against the platform as the Boss smiled down at him. “I suppose the definitions of hero and traitor depends on who is writing history. Or who is making history. You see, I made history to fit into my mold, to appease me. But I was only able to do this after ridding the existing history of the one person who might have an inkling of a chance of stopping me. Clever of me really, to use common means to be rid of that nuisance.” The man stood and lifted his head to gaze out on Tokyo. The orange tint to his youthful face told Masurao that the sun was setting. “I need to be off now. I must return before the Senshi arrive. I don't want to be caught in this Time when what happens, happens. Farewell, Hiiro.”

He turned and walked away, leaving Masurao blinking and coughing behind him. As he passed the two waiting thugs and Rei, he gave a dismissive wave of his hand and left a last order.

“Don't kill her yet, but take your pleasure with her if you like. I don't care.” Then he was gone.

Rei immediately began struggling harder, but her bonds had been tightened. Even from the distance at which he lay, Masurao could see the utter terror in her violet eyes. The two, who might have been called Gunther and Baker once by their Boss, moved towards her, laughing. Masurao watched them close in, heard her scream, and then . . . well, then he didn't know.

 

 

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Neptune heard the scream. Moments later a gunshot cracked through the air. Below them, people on the street looked back over their shoulders towards Tokyo Tower. Murmurs began to rise like steam from the street and she knew that it wouldn't be long before police would swarm the area. Moving quickly became the ultimate goal.

As usual, the rest didn't need to say it out loud to move on a shared thought. All the Senshi acted in unison, picking up their pace and pushing themselves harder. The thought flashed by her mind that a few years ago this group mindset had been completely foreign to Haruka and herself. Then the present invaded her thoughts and Neptune joined her friends on the climb up the Tower.

Anyone else wouldn't have even thought of climbing straight up the side of the Tokyo Tower. Neptune, however, and her friends were Sailor Senshi. It took only a few moments to make the climb, and at the end of those few moments a sight greeted her eyes that made her close them and turn away. She waited until she felt Uranus' strong but gentle hand resting on her shoulder before opening her eyes and taking in the scene again.

Mercury now kneeled in front of the shaking Rei, who nodded in answer to some question and tried to look composed. The way her eyes drifted and unfocused, however, revealed her torment. Around her a lake of blood shimmered in the fading sunlight. It all flowed from one body, that of a large man. He'd been shot at point blank range in the face. The other man had not been shot, but his head fell away from his body at an odd angle, his neck broken.

In the corner sat Masurao, knees held closely to his chest, eyes wide and streaming tears.

 

 

End Chapter Ten.