Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Angel ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Dark Angel ~So close - GW style~
Chapter 1
Author: Nekocin
Email: animecrush@sr.net
Gender: action, some angst... a little drama ^_^'
Type: Alternative Universe
Warnings: shounen-ai [not yet], small curses...

Disclaimer: the characters from Gundam Wing do NOT belong to me. The film "So close" also does NOT belong to me. Half the plot belongs to me so please try to enjoy.

Author's notes: I've been playing with this idea for a while about killing and stuff. This is not really that original because it's based on an action film "So close". So producers, writers and whoever is involved in this film, please forgive me if I'm taking some pieces from the film to write my fanfic.

"..." spoken words
//...// thoughts

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The school bell rung loudly and the classes were dismissed. As normal as any student can be, they're glad they were free from school for two weeks [1]. Most of them rushed out of their classes and dumped their books in a corner of their cars. They arranged street parties, school gatherings and whatever free life they wanted after such a long school semester.

Friends were plenty, only a few were being lone wolves and a few of them had their own sides including... "Mr. Winner! Your turn!" The gym teacher shouted after blowing a whistle. "Yes, ma'am" a short blonde student turned to the teacher as his bangs framed his delicate face and almost covered his big, cool blue-green eyes.

The other students were watching anxiously from the corners, while muttering something impatiently under their breaths. It was the last day of school of that semester and still... they'd to work out twice as hard as they normally do. Now they really want to go away from school. The horror for staying so long on the school grounds [2].

"Come on, Winner!" "Just do it!!" his classmates murmured impatiently. The boy stared at the long way, which he must go. From hanging poles to jumping over the vaulting horses. It was every non-athletic student's nightmare to go through this entire test. Most of them had bruises and some broken bones.

And a day like this, especially when they going to be free from school, was never a pleasant day once you go through this test. The parents had never protested against this system of training their children, making them jumpy all the way. Because they believed going through this test will keep their bodies healthy.

The boy cupped his chin in a thoughtful way. Calculating each distance. His classmates groaned as the teacher was holding the students' name list firmly. The last name on her list was Quatre R. Winner.
The boy, Quatre, took out a small earphone and concentrated on the task which was lying in front of him.

//Just give me the signal// Quatre thought and stood ready. His classmates wondered why he was taking so long and why he was putting in an earphone.

"Isn't that forbidden?" one of the students murmured.
"I mean... we're still in school and aren't those things forbidden?"
"Yes, they are... I wonder what kind of music he's listening to"
"But then again... is he really listening to music? There are no wires attached to a walkman or a Discman so what the hell is he doing with a useless earphone?"

Quatre smirked and the smirk quickly disappeared as it had appeared.
"Are you still at school?" a voice rang through his earphone. Quatre smiled.
//Finally!//
"Yes... I am waiting for your signal to start" he chuckled, trying not to say out loud in front of his classmates.
//Just say the damn word. I want to start right now!// Quatre thought out loud.

"So I see... can you still make it alive from here on? You know I still need to do some business..." said the one from the other side of the line.
Portable earphones without any attachments. Just a satellite and a few computers are needed to function grandly for those who'd made them.
Quatre chuckled again.
"Yes, I'm sure! Now give me the signal and don't forget the watch"
"NOW!"

Quatre hardened his glance and ran forward over the long sandy way. He jumped over various vaulting horses, climbing a few stairs, hung around various poles and still made his way over to the next area. He climbed over a wall, jumped down with a stunning back flip and landed roughly on his feet. He winced a bit, but ran towards a rope and swung himself over a small mud pit.

He climbed over a ladder to reach the top of a pole and pushed himself forward while he was hanging on to another long pole, which was connected to a nearby wall. Quatre forced his body to climb up and used a summersault to land on the ground again.

The last one was jumping over another vaulting horse. But this one was far bigger and wider than the other ones. Quatre hardened his gaze on the horse and speeded up, gasping a few times for fresh air. He jumped on a springboard, planted his hands on the 'horse' and pushed himself over it while spreading his legs as high as he could. The other students' eyes widened as they watched the boy land, firmly on the soil.

Everyone was speechless as Quatre dusted his shorts.
"How was that, ma'am?" Quatre panted as he glanced at the teacher, who was just as surprised as the other students were. She quickly shook herself awake, trying to register every move Quatre had made when it was his turn. Obviously she'd never expected someone as small as Quatre to pass this test. Those who were taller than him had only managed to pass a few jumps and were all exhausted afterwards.

It amazes her that this boy had passed this in a matter of... "Forty five seconds, Mr. Winner" the teacher grinned. "That's a record!"
Quatre felt his sweat trickling down his back and ran his fingers through his bangs, only to feel the cool breeze against his face. Quatre smirked and shrugged.
"No big deal"

"Okay, everyone. Today is your last day of this semester. I hope you'll work out in these next few days. After these two weeks, there will be a different test. I see that only Mr. Winner had managed to 'outsmart' this 'small' test of mine. I assure you, people, next time it will be much more difficult than this one here!!" the gym teacher announced and brushed a few curls away from her face.

The students groaned and glared at Quatre.
"Now hit the showers and get away from here!" the teacher shooed them out of the field.
Quatre noticed the dark looks he was getting from his classmates. he ignored the glances and walked towards one of the showers.

"Nice done, Quatre... forty five seconds is really not that bad... although I'm sure you've paused a bit when you landed on your feet..." the voice from the other end of the line said.
"Oh... come ON, onii-chan! I've passed the test! I've got the highest mark!" Quatre pouted as he grabbed his duffel bag.

It was silent on the other end of the line for awhile as Quatre passed his muttering male classmates. They threw dark glances at him as they turned on the tabs.
"Onii-chan? Hello? Onii-chan?" Quatre whispered while rummaging through the content of his duffel bag.

Quatre's classmates threw a gesture to each other as one of them nodded. He was just finished showering. His hair clung onto the dark oily color as he tied his towel around his waist. He slowly walked up towards Quatre, who still had his back turned to him and the other boys' eyes followed him anxiously.

"Be back in a few seconds. I'll be counting... right... NOW!" the voice on the other end said.
"Onii-chan!" Quatre pouted.
He noticed a shadow was gaining its height over him and noted that something was not right. His classmates were silent, only the running water was breaking silence.
"Quatre Winner!" a husky voice said from behind him. He quickly spun around and found himself face to face with a wet face. The water was dripping down from the loose strands of hair and the dark eyes were glaring dangerously.

Quatre held his breath as the taller boy leaned forward, cornering him against the lockers with his arms out stretched. Quatre's eyes hardened and glared back at the taller teen.
"What do you want, Vicky [3]?"
"You think you're so smart, huh Winner? You think you're so gifted, huh kid?" The boy, Vicky, in front of him said as he leaned closer.
Quatre tried not to make body contact and pressed himself backwards against the lockers. He heard some agreeing murmurs, but didn't lose the eye contact.

"What do you want?"
"Smash your little face till your skull is broken!" Vicky grinned and Quatre rolled his eyes.
"So? Do you think I'm up to a fight right now?" Quatre's voice hardened as he narrowed his eyes.
"Move! Someone is waiting for me and I hate being late for 'work' [4]" Quatre said and pushed against Vicky's wet chest, making his way to a nearby shower.

"Quatre... are you picking up fights again?" the voice on the other end of the line asked darkly.
"No... some guy was picking on me because I'm short" Quatre spat and his short off, exposing his smooth chest. The other boys were still watching him move towards one of the showers.
"How dare you leaving this match against me, Quatre!!" Vicky spat and grabbed Quatre firmly by the shoulders. "You coward!" He spun Quatre around and clasped his hands around Quatre's slim neck.

Quatre's eyes widened, but didn't stare at him in fear [5]. He was slammed against the showed walls while being choked to death.
"Quatre?! Quatre!? Quatre!! What's going on?!" a small voice squeaked out from the small earphone.
//Just give me one chance to do this, onii-chan// Quatre thought, while grasping for air.

His other classmates were watching from the sides either they were glad hat Quatre was being strangled or they wanted to watch a good fight.
"DAMMIT, Quatre! I've still work to do, you know? So get going! I don't care what you want to do, just get your ass back here [6]!!" Quatre's eyes beamed and he smirked darkly.
//So... I can do it, right?//
"You're so weak, you can't even fight back. Stupid geek [7]. How can you pass that test even if you' don't have the ability to fight it, huh? Maybe you cheated? Damn cheaters! I spit on them, you know?" Vicky said in a proud tone as he spat forward.

Quatre's glance darkened as he felt the saliva on his face. Vicky laughed and the others joined in.
"I wonder how you got admitted to this college, shrimp brains. Did you just corrupt the principal or something? Oh... I wonder how come your beloved brother never taught you anything about fighting... I mean what kind of loser brother is he? What does he do for a living? I'd never come across his name in name files from every work offices... not even a paper boy!" Vicky said sarcastically.

"Quatre?" the voice on the other end of the line said.

Quatre ignored his brother's warning tone and narrowed his eyes again. He glared at the sarcastic boy as he gripped on to the boy's hands. He pulled his legs forward and pushed against the boy's waist, making Vicky tumble backwards. Caught by surprise, Vicky didn't notice he'd let go of Quatre's neck. Quatre fell down on the floor and choked a few times. He pulled the earphone away and rubbed the red, sore places around his neck. Vicky glared in surprise at Quatre, who rose on his feet and clenched his fists.

"I may not be as tall and muscular as you are, Vicky. Or as low as you! I've my pride. I've my brains so don't mock my intelligence. Sure, I may not be as athletic as you are... who cares anyways? I've really no use for that since I'm already in training" Quatre's voice never wavered as he threw side-glances to the other boys. He walked forward slowly, his bangs framing his heart-shaped face while his cool blue-green eyes were screaming for danger.

"Why you little..." Vicky spat and ran towards Quatre, fists ready. He swung his arms forward as fast as he could. Quatre moved away and sidestepped; ducking down and punched him in is stomach. Quatre moved upward and slammed Vicky's face against the walls.
"One thing you must never say when I'm around..." Quatre petted Vicky's other cheek and grabbed his chin. He turned the bruised face to him and leaned forward.
"Never ever mock my brother's intelligence and pride too... If you do that, I assure you I'm right there in front of your house, holding your judgment gravestone"

Quatre let go of the chin and threw glances at the other boys, who quickly hid themselves away in their lockers or behind the dressing-rooms. Quatre smirked and ran his fingers through his bang, glancing at the clock while ignoring Vicky's attempt to escape.
"Shit!" Quatre cursed and ran into the showers to get washed.

*~*~*~*~

In a dim lightened room a few men were holding a meeting while being surrounded by dozens of computer screens and networks.

"Sir, we've discovered the latest stolen information from our network. I just can't believe that these hackers were able to get through our security system..." One of them complained.

"I demand heavy security for my latest personal work!" another slammed his fist on the table.

"How can they keep on hacking in our bank accounts when we've protected our accounts from any hacker?" another protested.

"What should we do? What does this hacker want from our network?"

"He'd neatly erased all traces of him being there... but still I know we've a hacker somewhere. All of our secret networks were being disturbed by constant virus attacks... how can we solve this problem at once? We don't even know if this hacker is quite capable of breaking through our secret passwords...!" Another commented.

"Cease this chatter!" the man, who had been rubbing his temples for a while, demanded and stood up. He was wearing a black business suit just like anyone and sighed.
Obviously, he was the chairman of the meeting and they were discussing about their latest problems with their computers and on-line connections.

"From our latest discoveries, the hacker had contacted us last week. He calls himself Computer Angel... [8]"
"Computer Angel?! What kind of name is that? He's the devil himself if you ask me!" One of them spat.

"It doesn't fit a hacker!" another joined.

"Fine... fine... fine! I'll get this done just as soon as I've made contact with the American Anti-hacking genius!" The chairman said as he hardened his glance at each of his workers.
"We just have to know more about this 'Computer Angel' before he attacks our head computer with all kind of viruses" The chairman sighed.

Suddenly the computer screens switched into red networks, showing dozens of dancing numbers.
"He's gaining on to us, isn't he?" one of the attendants said. The computer screens stopped blinking and everyone heaved a sigh of relief, even the security guards who were keeping their eyes on the many security screens around them.
"I guess he just stopped by..." the chairman muttered under his breath. "You're dismissed"

*~*~*~*~

Dark brown hair was flung over a shoulder as the owner walked into a big business building and towards the front desk to check in. The woman was wearing a long, white, flowing coat a white blouse with a white pairs of trousers. She grinned needlessly and stopped nearby the counter. She took off her glasses, revealing a pair of deep brown eyes and she smiled humbly at the lady.

"What may I do for you, ma'am?" the lady at the desk said politely.

"I want to meet your boss, Mr. Foul..."

"Do you have an appointment, miss... uh...?" The lady behind the counter asked as she picked up a nearby phone.

"Call me Computer Angel..." the woman smiled as she leaned against the counter.

"Yes... miss..." The lady stammered uncertainly.
She pushed on one of the buttons and waited a while.
"Mr. Foul, there is someone here to see you. She said her name is Computer Angel. Should I send her up? Yes?..."

The woman smiled and she made her way to the nearby elevator. Waiting for the elevator to stop at the last level, 90, she was being greeted by a row of bodyguards, wearing black sunglasses.
"Stop moving!" one of them ordered and the security cameras moved to their right. The lady smirked as she stood still. The computers in the security rooms scanned her clothing and found nothing like a threat.
"She's clean" one of the officers said and the bodyguards nodded. "You can go now..." One of the guards said as the lady nodded merely with a smirk.

They lead her towards a big office, almost encircling her entrance.
"Aa... Come in... Come in..." the man in the middle of the room said while he walked towards the lady.
"Have a seat, my dear..." The man tried to sound hospitable as he sat on the chair behind the desk. Computer Angel sat down on a chair across from Mr. Foul's desk and pulled her sunglasses away, setting them on the desk.

"So, you're the famous Computer Angel. What's your real name?" Mr. Foul asked while clasping his hands in front of his mouth. Computer Angel smiled and leaned on the desk too.

"Computer Virus is a common name for me. Either Computer Angel or Computer Virus..." The lady smiled. "So what can I do for you, miss?" Mr. Foul smirked.

"Well... as usual... except with computers... though, this time... I will have your soul" Computer Angel smiled. Mr. Foul chuckled along and his expressions hardened. He quickly hit on to a nearby big, red button. A glassed barrier sprung up and encircled around the man and his desk. He began to laugh maniacally.

"You thought that I was so easy to get, huh Angel?" Computer Angel just smirked and pushed herself away from the desk, brought her fingers in her ears and then... A loud shrieking noise broke the silence and the big windows broke into dozens of glass fragments, flinging themselves around the room. The chair rolled backwards...

The security rooms lost their usual screens. Red dancing numbers moved their ways across the screens and a loud humming sound echoed through the room. A slow melody sounded in the office.

The chair, on which Computer Angel was sitting, was pushed backwards towards the nearby bodyguards, who quickly pulled out their guns. She swung her long legs upwards and kicked the guard against whom the chair had stopped. She grabbed the gun and aimed it at the nearby guards who weren't as fast as she was with the guns. She pulled the trigger, shooting down a few guards and turned to her other side to aim another few shots at the other guards.

The aim was perfect and the glass fragments were still flinging themselves around in the room. The woman threw the gun away as she launched a hand-to-hand battle against the guards who were aiming their guns at her. She didn't show any fear, but simply smiled at their every effort trying to shoot at her. After shooting down the last guard, she turned back to Mr. Foul, who was grinning happily.

"You can't even lift a finger on me, honey! I'm protected behind this glass..."

Computer Angel walked forward and smirked.
"You forgot I put my sunglasses on your desk... They've poisonous gas to be exact..." Computer Angel smiled. Mr. Foul's face paled and looked at the glasses on his desk. Some gas spread its way out from the glasses. Mr. Foul quickly clamped on to his mouth and tried his hardest not to breath in the poisonous air. But as always, one can not live without fresh air. His skin began to ach and big green bubbles were forming on his skin, poisoning his blood system and choking him till death.

Computer Angel smirked as she pulled out a small, wireless earphone.
"Done" she grunted in a deep voice.

The satellite picked up the connection and sends the message to a big personal satellite.
A familiar blonde was typing away on a keyboard, while keeping his eyes on to various computer screens.
"Ready... level 69" The screen showed a see-through building with a lot of red-colored, moving guys.

Computer Angel grinned and grabbed a nearby gun from the fallen guards.

Guards were sent on the elevator and stopped at level 69 when one of the secretaries from Mr. Foul was about to step in. Computer Angel appeared from behind the secretary and pushed the lady away just to shoot at the guards in the elevator. The secretary panicked as Computer Angel swung her gun to aim at her.

"Get into the elevator and start counting to 20" Computer Angel ordered, and the lady nodded nervously. She bent down as the doors closed. Walking up towards a giant hall from level 75. "So where are they?" Angel asked while walking down big hall.
A few black-suited guards made their ways behind a few pillars, clutching tightly on to their guns as Angel was walking straight towards them.

"10m to the West side" The blonde announced as he watched red figures move around towards a blue figure, which was probably Computer Angel.

Angel smirked as she aimed at the following guards, moving smoothly along the grounds and pulled the triggers a lot of times. Just one shot and the victim is down. Down all the way. She walked smoothly around the way while the music kept playing in the background.

The elevator opened revealing the lady bending down over the ground while murmuring some numbers. The guards who wanted to enter the elevator wondered what she was doing.

"Are you okay...?"

Suddenly Angel appeared from the staircase and started pulling the triggers, aiming for their legs and chests. The secretary whimpered silently and quickly duck.

"You... go up and count to 20 again" Angel aimed the gun at the secretary who quickly nodded. Angel smirked as the doors closed and she walked out from that level.

The one behind the computer began copying an image of Angel when she stood in the next elevator.

She walked away as the boy began to plant those images in different kind of levels of the building. The screens in the security rooms were switched back to their original screen shots. They noticed someone wearing white was standing in the elevator.

"She's in the elevator! Get everyone to level 50!" Running guards made their way to level 50 as they aimed their guns at the closed doors. The loud ring sounded and the doors opened, but no one was standing there.
The police who were watching the security screens were wondering why everyone was so blind. Because the girl was right there. Right there in the middle of elevator.

On top of the building, Angel stripped herself from those white clothes, revealing some tight gym clothes and some kind of belt around her waist.

"Mission accomplished" Angel smirked and jumped down from the building, using some kind of attaching rope to assure her safety.

"Be sure to step by at the Orchid shop and grab my cake" the voice rang happily through the earphone as Angel smiled gracefully.

She pulled away the wig, revealing dark brown unruly mop of hair and pulled gently the contact lenses away, revealing a pair of Prussian blue eyes.

"Onii-chan! Don't forget about that cake! You know which one..." The boy behind the computer, who was on the other end of the line, chuckled and pushed himself away from the computers. He turned around and stretched his legs on to the table, revealing a pair of blue-green eyes, almost covered by his blonde bangs.

>. >. >. >.

End chapter 1

Author's notes:
1: Those who like school, just pretend you didn't read it ^_^'.
2: ^_^' Ehehehehe... something like that is not quite unfamiliar.
3: I couldn't come up with a good boy's name. Although Vicky can also be a girl's name. One of the actresses' name from "So close" is also "Vicky".
4: Aa... the main focus of the film "So close".
5: Aa... Quatre is much different from being afraid.
6: One hint who Quatre's brother can be. No. It's not Wufei-ge ^_^.
7: Uhm... that's another secret revealed.
8: Took this name from the movie. It really doesn't suit a male, but then again... it's just a nickname, right?

Sooo... I think it's not that badly written as I've expected -_-' which is why I'm glad ^_^. I'm still stuck with all my other fics and more ideas were popping out of nowhere. So I might be focusing on this particular fanfic or "Taste of life".