Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ crazy beautiful ❯ impossible ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.

 

 

“The following are your orders. I hope you paid close attention because they will not be repeated again.” A monotone voice rang out over the intercom as the files of men standing in parallel lines on the dock stood at attention like good soldiers. The only movement aboard the military ship was the waves as they carried the cruiser closer to shore.

 

“You are now dismissed.” The files of soldiers all raised their right arms and saluted the podium where a tall platinum blonde man stood in his kaki green uniform and black knee length boots.

 

The man began his decent and the soldiers had dispersed in different directions heading for their rooms.

 

“Woohoo! Alright! Did you hear that buddy; we get to stay here in Japan for 3 whole months!” A tall lean male asked as he wrapped an arm around another companion as they walked down the hall that would lead them to the barracks.

 

The other looked a bit unsettled by the friendly gesture and removed the arm quickly and twisted it behind his back and then shoved him into a wall. His Persian eyes glaring, while his chocolate locks fell into them giving his famous `Heero Yuy death glare' as the other soldiers referred to it.

 

Meanwhile the other young man had pried himself from the wall and was rubbing his shoulders. “Geez man, I would have thought you'd be happy to be coming back to your homeland. Well EXCUSE me for trying to get a little bit of emotion out of you.” He continued following his companion, his cobalt eyes shown with defeat, while his face carried on its habitual joyful façade. “I tell you man, if you would just get laid.”

 

Heero turned around to glare once again at his friend, “Duo, if you don't shut up I'll make sure you never get laid again.” His monotone voice sending a panicked chill down Duo's body, as he cringed thinking of him losing his precious `boys'.

 

“Alright alright! You don't have to be so damn serious all the time Heero.” He said placing his hand out in defeat before they continued down the path.

 

Heero Yuy, was a force to be reckoned with aboard the U.S military ship. He was the top flightier pilot, and was excellent in both hand to hand combat and explosives. Always respected by his peers and elders because Heero was the perfect soldier in ever way. Cold, dependable, unbreakable and was completely faithful to the organization. It was really no surprise, his father had raised him and he was Japan's secretary of war, he was a strict military man; and perhaps this was why to show his teenage rebellion he fled Japan at age 16 to the U.S so that one day he could be part of the marines. His mother had been American, when he was small he remembered her talking of her father who had flown jets in WWI and WWII. Maybe it was the excitement in which she spoke that drove him to want that for himself.

 

It hadn't been easy, but his training beforehand had prepared him for life's reality. His hacking abilities hadn't really hurt either.

 

And now, here he was, back in Japan. Lying on the bed he debated about leaving the dock; after all he was here for 3 months, he couldn't really avoid it for that long could he? During his inner debate, sleep called him into its darkness and he found he was to tired to fight it.

 

“Heero?”

 

He opened his eyes to find a pair of ecstatic cobalt eyes staring at him. His joyfulness only seemed to carry into his chestnut locks has they bounced with every movement he made.

 

“Do you value your life?” he asked in his standard tone.

 

“Now chill out just a second here, I just came to let you know that we've docked about 2 hours ago and we found that there's going to be a kick ass party later tonight, you have about an hour to get ready. So you in?”

 

He sat up and made his way to his laptop sitting on a mahogany desk on his side of the room. It's neatness clearly distinguished his side from that of his messy roommate.

 

“No.” was his only reply before Duo jumped in, “Oh come on man! Live a little, for god sakes your only 19 years old! Quit being the perfect soldier all the god damn time and have some fun before you die.” Duo could clearly see that he was not going to win so he pulled out his trump card. “If you don't go I'm going to tell Quatre to come and `councel' you.”

 

This clearly shook up the Pursian eyed man as his eyes grew in size. “You wouldn't.”

 

“Oh yes I would my man, so how about it?”

 

Heero hung his head as he replied a small, “Fine.” This was all it took for Duo to take off with a Cheshire cat smile on his handsome face, his long braid swinging behind him. He had already taken the liberty of changing into civilian clothes as he now dawned his `god of death' outfit, which only seemed to say `I'm so gothic' The black baggy pants, and black commando boots seemed tough while the tight black t-shirt and earrings made him seem approachable. Although his grim reaper tattoo on his arm still managed to scare a few people.

 

Heero grabbed his laptop before settling once again on the bed. He didn't want to attend this stupid party, but he knew if he didn't give in to Duo's demands he would have called in Quatre. Quatre was no tough guy at all. In fact he was quite the opposite. He wasn't very tall or intimidating, his sandy blonde hair and large blue eyes only added to making him look younger than he was. He didn't look a day over 14 and yet, Quatre was one of the strongest minds aboard the crew. Heero wouldn't have put it past the military to hire him for his amazing battle tactics and telepathic ness. And that was what bothered him the most. The fact that Quatre could make anyone talk, if you tried to shut him out, he would simply read your mind until you gave in.

 

For once Heero was grateful that he didn't have to share a room with him. He was stuck tormenting another quiet elite named Trowa. Now Trowa, he could get along with, the man never said anything unless it needed to be said.

 

The elites were a group of individuals in the military that were usually sent out on special missions and were held at a higher rank that the other members of the military. There were currently only seven, and there were four aboard this ship, which led him to believe that there was a greater danger in Japan. Duo and he were members of the elites, as well as Quatre and Trowa. Wufei and Hilde were currently on a submarine off the coast of Africa with Noin, and the entire elite leader was Zechs who was also aboard. One of the perks of being elite was that you had a whole room to share between two people instead of sleeping in the barracks with 20 people in one room. It was explained to the others that it was for privacy of missions but Heero had a suspicion that it was really because of their lethalness and love of brawls.

 

Turning on his laptop he quickly hacked into the military's homing satellite and searched for his father's location. A few seconds later it beeped and many images of his father in Washington D.C were shown. Apparently he was in a conference with the president discussing weaponry. Perfect. That meant that his goons weren't here either and he wouldn't be caught.

 

Glancing at the clock he cursed as he realized Duo would be there any minute to drag him to this party. He looked down at his uniform and cursed again. He quickly stripped *drool* and found a plain white button down. He promptly buttoned it and put on a pair of black baggy jeans and his favorite boots. For good measure he decided on putting in his eyebrow ring. If he did run into any of his father's men they sure as hell wouldn't recognize him.

 

Sure enough, as he was tying his laces Duo popped in and quickly filled him in on the details.

 

 

It had been a horrible mistake to agree to this torture. So far the only `fun' he had was taking the military's specialized motorcycles without authorization. Duo had prompted him on the party, but he had neglected to mention that this was an all out rave. Which meant, way to many people for his comfort; although, it did mean that no one would give a shit about Heero Yuy and he was safe for the time being. Duo had already taken off and was probably already wasted, while Trowa and Quatre had decided it was more fun watching from the sidelines. So Heero grabbed the strongest alcohol he could find and headed off to simply observe the careless crowd as they were engrossed in the beat of the music.

 

It didn't take long for him to quickly grow bored, and he found himself slipping into perfect soldier mode, observing the perimeter, checking for threats and so on. But he soon felt Quatre's gaze and quickly nipped it in the bud. That guy was just too creepy.

 

He was about to start trying to locate the little freak when his eyes fell to a figure dancing, if you could call it that, in the middle of the crowd. She was in one word, breathtaking.

 

He continued to take her in, as much as he could without making himself known. Her frame was petite, although she still possessed enough curves that would leave any man lusting for her body. She had on an off the shoulder black shirt that had a buckle clasp underneath her left shoulder. It was very snug on her body, and short enough to show her toned belly that held a nice ring that appeared to be a skull? She had on a pleaded mini red with black patterned with buckles that only added to the curve of her hips, and the long black commando boots with chains only showed her nicely toned calves.

 

She turned a bit more to the side and he was able to see that her rear was just as nice as her chest. She continued to throw her head in every direction, her long black hair swinging in every which way. When the music stopped, her body seemed to break free the music's enchanting hold.

 

She had on lots of black eye makeup which only made her blue eyes stand out more, and her face seemed pale, but not because of the makeup. She possessed a nose ring stud and when she pulled her hair behind her ear she had many piercings there as well. But what surprised him more was the eyebrow ring she possed, he had never found a girl to hold the exact same piercing and earring he did. He took a moment to look her over again as the music began and felt as if though he knew her.

 

He was startled when a busty blonde suddenly popped up beside him. Her breath clearly stank of alcohol and her appearance only made her look more wasted. Her incredibly long blonde hair made her stand out like a sore thumb even though her outfit was all black. “So, I see you too have fallen under Rei's trap,” her voice, sultry but irritating.

 

Choosing to ignore her in hopes that she would leave, he simply took another sip of vodka and tried to not stare at the beautiful creature that was now being grinded on by two other girls.

 

“It's okay you know, you're not the only one that tries to find out about her.” She tried again.

 

Just what was this bitch getting at? Could she possibly have information on this girl, or was she simply scamming him.

“For a $20 I can tell you more about her.”

 

Well that answered his question. Throwing caution to the wind he pulled out his wallet and handed her a $20. This brought a smile to the blonde as she tucked the bill away in her shirt.

 

“Her name is Rei Peacecraft. You can always find her at all of the raves and parties, she usually comes alone but I decided to come tonight.”

 

He raised an eyebrow at this and she quickly continued. “I'm her roommate. We go to Tokyo University, we're both American. But I should warn you, she's not the most stable girl, if I were you I would just walk away before she broke my heart.” Her voice was full of drama and he couldn't help but wonder if she was a wanna be actress. Catching onto her game he pulled out another 20.

 

It soon joined the other as she continued. “Well, it was rumored that she attempted suicide a few years back and that's what got her thrown out of the country. You see her parents are very important people, so they couldn't have their daughter in the tabloids. So here she is now in Tokyo; I had some people look into her file and I heard that she use to be daddy's little girl, prim, proper and had a bright future ahead of her. But at 16 there was the attempted suicide and there have been 2 over dose cases that never made it to the media.”

 

Important people from America? Why does this all sound so familiar to me? Why do I feel as if I know this girl……wait did she say……Peacecraft? His stomach dropped.

 

He noticed the blonde was now moving away and he grabbed her arm rather forcefully as he shoved another 20 at her, “What is her real name?” he asked his voice emitting danger.

 

Her eyes widened in surprise, “What do you mean?”

 

“What is her real name?” he asked again, tightening his hold on her arm that was sure to leave a bruise by morning.

 

Her eyes returned to normal size before she put on a smirk. “Why I must say, I'm quite impressed, no one has ever thought to ask me that question, although, I don't know if I should tell you.”

 

His hold tightened as his glare grew colder. “Fine, but if my uncle finds out I told you I'm as good as dead.” She yanked back her arm and began to rub it affectionately. “Her real name is Relena Doralin.”

 

She kept talking but it fell on deaf ears…. No, she had to be wrong he thought as his eyes drifted back to the girl in the crowd, her eyes devoid of emotion and her smile only a broken one.

 

What happened to you Relena? He thought as he started making his way towards the exit. No that couldn't have been her, the Relena he knew was passionate of life, always had an opinion, and was always lively; so what could of happened to her to make her this shell, to make her look like nothing but a broken doll?