Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Waltz : Truth of Tommorow ❯ Prologue

A/N : First let me state that I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters (except for the ones I made up) and I typically am not in favor of inserted characters, and it bugs me when I have the desire to write one…however that is the case…I've had several dreams about this and its been bothering me to be written down…so here…I will probably berate myself when this is all said in done *sigh* but here it is.

Oh yeah and most things that have *'s at the end are names that are numbers in another language (trying to keep with the main theme of numbers) and they also have pronunciations based on what I was able to find on the internet, so please don't sue me if they're wrong.

I'm not certain if I will go into great detail of the looks of each character, but I hope to get around to drawing at least a rough sketch of every character…Now that I'm done with my art final I don't have as much drawing that I'm required to do, so its possibility.

Its going to take a while in this chapter to get into the part where the Gundam-gumi kicks in…just to warn you.

 

“Ny-Ny! Where aaaaare yooou?” Anaoi* cried out for her cousin in her usual sing song voice. She invited herself into the appartment and continued to roam around the house searching for the younger girl.

 

Sifir* grumbled as he struggled to drag his and Anaoi's bags into the appartment. He was really beginning to wonder how much stuff she needed for a four day weekend at their cousin's appartment. If they had been `roughing it' he would've understood, be really, she and Nyloc* were about the same size in everything they wore. If they went out and Anaoi ran out of clothes, couldn't she just borrow some from Nyloc? That and the fact that she had ditched him to carry up the bags was adding to his growing irritation.

 

“Nyyyyyloc! Your favorite cousin's have arrived! Where are you lil' cuz?” She leaned against the kitchen counter and helped herself to a cookie from the jar that her cousin had made years ago in one of her high school pottery classes.

 

“Who the hell are you?”

 

Anaoi jumped at the young man's sudden appearance in the kitchen door way. “Who are you and what are you doing in my cousin's appartment?” Then her eyes brightened and she squealed. “Oooh! I know you're a new boyfriend I haven't heard of yet! Oh my! And by the looks of it you stayed the night!” She eyed his sleepy appearance and the wrinkled boxers hanging low on his hips “I told her it was about time she bagged someone!”

 

The man rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but was interupted by Nyloc's joyous voice from the living room of the appartment.

 

“Sifir! You're here! Where's Anaoi? I know she's got to be here…those bags sure aren't all yours!”

 

“Ny-Ny!” Anaoi quickly lost interest in the man in the kitchen and raced into the living room to greet her cousin.

 

“Anaoi!” The tall brunette quickly dropped her purse and groceries, embracing the red head that walked swiftly from the kitchen. “Its been forever!” She exclaimed.

 

“I know!” Anaoi laughed, and then pointed at Nyloc's hair. “I see you got your blonde highlights redone.”

 

Nyloc nodded and smiled. “Mmhmmm.”

 

“Now…tell me about that half naked guy standing in your kitchen.”

 

Sifir's older brother instincts imediately kicked in as he eyed Nyloc wearily. “What half naked guy in the kitchen Nyloc…?”

 

“Its not what you think!” She yelped waving her arms in front of her face. “Its Zecen*! Remember? You guys met him two years ago at the beach house!”

 

“Yeah…but that doesn't explain why he's half naked in your kitchen.” Sifir loomed over her.

 

“Elva* and I needed a third roomate to make ends meet! He's strictly a friend and has been for years so we asked him. His roommate was a real asshole so he said yes!”

 

Sifir let loose a sigh of relief, while Anaoi groaned in disappointment. “And here I thought Ny-Ny, that you had finally bagged yourself a guy…”

 

Sifir simply glowered at Anaoi and firmly told her that she could finish carrying the rest of her bags up by herself. Anaoi pouted and the two continued to bicker as Zecen emerged from the kitchen, this time fully dressed.

 

“Hey sleepy head, see you slept in today…where's Elva?” Nyloc asked as she picked up the grocery bags she had dropped. “Can you give me a hand with this? Those two will be fighting for a while…so they're not much use.”

 

Zecen nodded silently before leaning over and picking up the remainder of the bags and followed Nyloc into the kitchen. “I had assumed she was out with you…that or she was asleep…I didn't want to wake her if she was…you know how she gets…the last time I tried that she kicked me.” He mumbled.

 

Nyloc laughed loudly as the two progressed to put the groceries away, conversing about what to do about the feuding cousins in the living room, and how to go about waking Elva...

 

 

 

 

 

“The five Gundams have been completed, we are commencing work on the Talgeese and as we speak , and the Epyon is nearing completion…however..”

 

“However what Howard?”

 

“…There were some complecations with that machine. For whatever reason the original blueprint wasn't enough, and we had to fuse the model with some ancient mecha that Winner and his Marquanacs disocvered in the desert.”

 

“And the problem would be?”

 

“We were able to finish the cockpit well enough, but when we tried to do test runs on her, she was a real bitch about it. She ejected her test pilot and refused to let anyone inside. In my opinion Zechs;” Howard took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, opposite the platnium blonde. “Its that mecha. I reanalyzed a portion of the schrapnel that wasn't used. It appears to have a specific genetic code beneath the two sublayers of metal. It would indeed seem that in order to use the Epyon, we need to find the person whose genetic code matches that of the mecha exactly. If not, she's worthless to us.”

 

“I see…” Zechs sighed heavily into his hands.

 

“You'd really rather have nothing to do with this would you…Millardo?”

 

Ice blue eyes shot up to glare at the old man, anger burning beneath the surface. “I told you I abandoned that name the day I joined OZ.”

 

Howard chuckled and put his hands up. “Sorry son, in my old age I'm getting forgetful.”

 

“Hn.” Zechs stood and stared at the man doubtfully. “We swore almost 22 years ago that we'd never see these machines again…that we'd clean our hands of the blood we had shed…” He stared through the glass at the construction that surrounded the Talgeese.

 

“You still think yourself unworthly…after all these years eh? I thought Lucrezia would have changed some things in you…but I gess I over estimated her.”

 

Zechs frowned and looked at Howard. “No…you over estimated my ability to change. I did give up the title of Preventer when I finished the Teraforma project…but it still blows my mind why the public would want such a sensless murder to help lead the Sanq kingdom. Relena has and always will be more suited for the job.”

 

“Zechs…for all the good you've done in this world …you've more than atoned for the sins you've committed. Let the Lightning Count die once and for all…do you think Lu enjoys you daily berating yourself? She's been with you through all your stages…Zechs, The Lightning Count, Preventor Wind…hell even Millardo Peacecraft. She doesn't care what name of the week you're using, she just wants her husband to forgive himself, `cause she sure has.”

 

“Hn.” He sighed deeply and stared at his faint reflection in the glass. “You're right…however…I can't let him die just yet Howard…we have to finish this, and then…then the Lightning Count will die forever. I can only hope Noin will forgive me for lying about this.”

 

“She's forgiven you for everything else Zechs…”

 

“I know Howard…I know.”

 

 

 

 

“I win again!” Elva shouted joyously as everyone around the table groaned. The blonde giggled gleefully. “Everyone take off their shirts!”

 

“What?!” Nyloc and Anaoi yelled.

 

“You heard me!” Elva taunted. The two girls gulped before looking at Sifir and Zecen who had all ready revealed their toned chests.

 

“Remind me again why we agreed to strip Uno?! Elva hasn't taken off anything yet! And she never wins Uno!” Anaoi grumbled.

 

Nyloc shrugged numbly, before tentativley slipping off her T-shirt, leaving her sitting at the kitchen table in nought but a black strapless bra and a pair of black spandex.

 

“Oooh! Ny-Ny! Was someone trying to get lucky?” Anaoi teased.

 

“Oh hush up. The rest of my…unmentionables, are in the wash right now.” She grumbled, desperately trying to cover her chest with her arms.

 

“Suuure.” Anaoi smirked and everyone at the table laughed.

 

“Hey look, conisdering the fact that both my cousins are down to their undergarments I think we should start a different game…I'd be scarred for life if Nyloc or Anaoi took of their bras'off next round.” Sifir joked. Both girls shouted in usion `Hey!' and the Elva and Zecen laughed. Sifir turned to Anaoi and winked. “ Wanna get those bottles out of my bag?”

 

She smiled as if to say `I know what your up to', but went to the living room to retrieve the infamous bottles, all the same.

 

“You got any wine or champagne glasses Ny?” She nodded quietly and pointed the cabinet closest to the refridgerator.

 

“Dunno how many though…left over from New Years, a few friends left them behind and said we could keep them.”

 

Sifir smirked and withdrew five glasses just as Anaoi returned to the kitchen with three bottles of assorted alcholholic beverages in her hands.

 

“Anyone up for a game of `I've Never'?”

 

 

 

 

“I've never…failed a test.”

 

Elva reached for her glass and glared at Nyloc. “Knock it off Miss Smarty pants…this is supposed to be interesting.”

 

“Oh trust me…when she's not so sober…it will be.” Anaoi smirked as she took a sip from her glass. “Your turn Zecen.”

 

“I've…never been clubbing.” Four sets of eyes, two blue, two brown, stared at him as if he were from another planet.

 

“You really need to get a life Zecen.” Elva stated as everyone took a sip.

 

“I think he needs more wine.”

 

“That or he just needs to get laid.”

 

 

 

 

“I've never made out with someone in public.” A severely inebriated Nyloc supplied from her new position in Zecen's lap.

 

Everyone except for Zecen took a large swig from their glasses. There was a mass passing of the bottle as their glasses were refilled for the nth time.

 

“You know…you two could remedy that together.” Anaoi slurred as she downed her freshly poured glass. She poured herself another and let the now empty bottle join the other two on the floor, signaling the end of the alcohol. Nyloc turned herself around in her friends lap and captured his lips swiftly. The passion did not go unreturned as he pushed her mouth open with his tongue, battling for dominance as he ran his hands up and down her back, clumsily granted, due to the drunken stupor both were in, and neither seemed aware of what the other was doing, nor the audience present.

 

Anaoi watched the display of Zecen placing kisses up and down her cousin's neck as she nipped at his ear, before both returned to the other's mouth. Nyloc wiggled in his lap until it got to the point that they (chair included) were wobbling as much as the world that was being perceived in Anaoi's drunken vision. Hickeys were being left to rear their ugly heads the next morning, and lips were being bitten at, sure to leave a swollen lip or two later.

 

Before she passed out at the kitchen table, she couldn't help wondering if there was something more than friendly tension going on between the two, or if it really was just the alcohol…but that thought was lost by the next morning, just as almost all of the previous night was.

 

 

 

“Where you able to analyze the DNA within the mecha?”

 

“Its very old…so its proving difficult, some of the bases and pairs are recognizable, but I did some aging tests on the mecha and it seems like it was lost in that desert long before the colonies were constructed. The person whose DNA is in the mecha never left the earth's atmoshpere, and has long since been dead, and couldn't be chronologically frozen, because the technology didn't exsist back then.”

 

Zechs sighed . “What are we going to do? With all the technology we have surronding us, we can't bring a person from the past, and even though Maxwell may be the God of Death, he can't bring the dead back.”

 

“She's about as useless to us now as a pilot is in a mobile doll. But I don't see how we're going to stop this rebellion without the Epyon cooperating.” Howard sighed.

 

Zechs stood. “We'll have to figure out something…but in the mean time, how is the reconstruction of the Talgeese going?”

 

“Everythings' fine on that old bird, it'll be finished in no time. Manufacturing of the Mobile Dolls are going off without a hitch as well.”

 

“Good.” The younger man stated. “Aside from the gundams and I, there are to be only Mobile Dolls. No one else deserves to die anymore.”

 

 

“And I'm sure there are many who believe the six of you don't either…after all Zechs, you have to keep in mind…you only live twice.” Howard joked.

 

“Hn. No need to remind me Howard, I'm well aware of the fact…besides…death isn't so bad…but…”

 

“You have more to loose this time.” The gray haired man finished, and the blonde beside him nodded.

 

“And Seben*…he'll have to take on responsibilities he's not read for…responsibilities I even fled.” Zechs muttered, growling at his own weakness.

 

“And what of Adele? She adores her father…I don't think she'd take it any better than her mother.”

 

“Yes…but if I don't we don't do this…Adele, Seben…all of them…they won't have time to lement the death of their fathers.”

 

“True…True” Howard nodded as he leaned back and sipped some of his whiskey. “I'll go take another look at the Epyon…in the mean time…you ever think its time you told Lu?”

 

Zechs's face went slack, baren of emotions, then his eyes filled with disgust as he stared at the floor. “No…”

 

“Zechs! For Christ sakes the woman is going to have to find out some time! She'll be as pissed as hell if she wakes up and finds you gone with only a telecom transmitter vaguley telling her where her husband's gone galavanting off to!” The older man spat.

 

“But if I do she'll want to go with me Howard! Don't you think I've all ready thought of that!” Zechs yelled.

 

“You're digging your own grave, deeper and deeper around you bud…s' up to you I suppose…but that's my two cents on the matter.” Howard sighed and left the room and Zechs resumed looking through the tinted glass at the many mechanics working on the Talgeese.

 

 

“Emission systems - Check!”

 

“Plasma Sword - Energy loaded!”

 

“Heat whip - Fully functional!”

 

“Flight mode adaptor - Check!”

 

“We're ready to go sir! Now if only the ol' gal'll cooperate!” A mechanic laughed.

 

“Good. Rastelli! Start `er up!

 

“Roger sir!”

 

The Epyon's green eyes flickered to life and her head lifted, the hands clenched and unclenched experimentally. The heat whip glowed slightly at its side, signaling its activation.

 

“Who would have thought that that ancient mecha would have enabled the Epyon to think and move on its own?” One of the engineers laughed. “Who needs a pilot anyway?”

 

“You dumbass.” Another answered, smaking the affor mentioned engineer. “It can move…all of thirty feet, and for another thing. It can't think in battle situations on its own, only wake itself up, which is more than I can say for you!”

 

“Now…is anyone brave enough to see if the Epyon will except you as her next test pilot?” Lutient Modreski walked to the front of the mechanics and pilots, his aura demanding authority.

 

“No way! The last time someone tried out that gal, Seancy was flung from the cockpit, half way across the hangar!”

 

“I understand, and we're working as hard as we can to either fix this set back in the mecha, or find a suitable pilot with similar DNA. In the mean time, is their no one brave enough to see if the work you've all been slaving over has done anything to further this process?”

 

“Why doncha put yar money were ya mouth is Lutient, and get in the damn thing yaself!”

 

The outburst was greated with many cheers of `yeah!' and the lutient laughed, trying to settle the rowdy mechanics.

 

“All right, all right. Where's the lifting cable?” The said cable dropped down from the open cockpit and Modreski grabbed the handle bar and was lifted up until he was able to stand on the platform the chest had made, when opening for a pilot.

 

“Halfway there Lutient! At least she let you inside!” One woman joked.

 

Modreski saluted the group that stood below as the chest moved backwards on its hinges, to enclose him in the cockpit. The screen came to life allowing the pilot to view the systems summary and command system. “Come on Epyon, be nice to me will ya? Don't think I'll ever be able to regain face before my troops if I'm catapulted out of here.” He joked. He continued to tap away at the command center, trying to bypass her security systems. The words DNA IDENTIFICATION REQUIRED flashed on the new screen and the Lutient sighed. “Don't want to run the risk of being shot like a cannonball, so I'll just leave of my own accord.” He flipped the switch for the opening of the hatch, leaving the screens untouched, before he made his way back down on the cable.

 

“Well Lutient? Did you get any farther?” The man shook his head and journeyed up the stairs to Howard's office, before taking one last look at the headstrong Gundam.

 

“What are we going to do with you?”

 

 

“Ny?”

 

“Mmmmmph.”

 

“She musta not made it out of the kitchen last night.”

 

Nyloc groaned and opened her eyes to the harsh morning light, listening to the vioces of Sifir and Evla, to tired to make her own mouth move coherently. She felt warm all over, blanketed by something, even though she couldn't place what it was. She could barely grasp the concept of the tile floor beneath her body, signalling she was still in the kitchen, let alone what she was doing there and why she had never made it to her room. The pain in her head was unbearable. It seemed as if a team of construction works had re-routed themselves into her skull and unleashed the jackhammers.

 

-`Never again Anaoi…never again will I particpate in any of your underage drinking bouts!'-

 

was what she had meant to say, but her head buried in a person's neck prevented the sound, resulting in a long trail of `mmphmmps'.

 

Nyloc grasped at the shoulders above her, fully realizing that it was a human body that blanketed her with warmth, not the hazy feelings of a hangover. She then was able to register Zecen's face in her neck, and his breath in her ear.

 

“Well lookie what we have here?” Elva grinned as she kneeled by her face, blocking the rays of light from the window. “You two have a little fun last night?”

 

With her spare hand that wasn't under Zecen's body she managed to smack her roomate's leg. “When you find out the answer to that question, you mind telling me the answer?” She scowled.

 

Nyloc felt Zecen's body being moved, and saw Sifir hoist him over his shoulder, the young man still in as deep as sleep as ever. “Doubt it.” He shrugged. “You're still in your spandex and bra, and I doubt a person in such a drunken stoupor as you or him could put them back on.” Nyloc looked down at herself and sighed in relief. “I'll just put him back and his bed, and hopefully he'll be none the wiser eh?” Sifir winked at his younger cousin as she smiled greatfully, and Elva helped her to her feet.

 

“Looks like Anaoi didn't make it out of the kitchen either.”The brunette grumbled as she noticed the said girl still passed out at the table.

 

“Want some asprin and some water? I know I could use some.”

 

“Thanks.” Nyloc mumbled and Elva returned to the table with two glasses of water and four pills of Advil, all of which was quickly consumed. “Hey…How'd you and Sifir happen to both make it out of the kitchen?” Nyloc eyed her roommate suspiciously.

 

Elva shrugged. “It was after Anaoi had passed out, and you and Zecen were heavily involved with another. Anaoi had to have drunk one and half bottles all by herself, so really, the rest wasn't much split up between the rest of us - guess you don't hold your liquor well - but in any event we were drunk enough to start dancing around in our underwear to Beatle's music for an hour or two.”

 

“And…” The former girl pried.

 

The blonde laughed hysterically. “What? You think I did something with your cousin?”

 

“Well…I'd never imagined making out with Zecen at the kitchen table…not after…anyway what I'm saying is it quite feasible that you too…you know.” Elva stared at her friend with a sad frown on her face, as she swirled her water around in her cup and proceeded to chomp on the ice. “Whaaaat?” Nyloc asked in a playful voice that anyone but someone who knew her would have believed. “Well I got one of my dreams out of the way…back when I was crazy over him, I had always dreamed of something like that. So now that that's over with and out of the way I've got it all out of my system and he's probably not going to remember. Look! Don't look so sad! Do I look that depresssed?” She joked. “Can you do me a favor? Can you keep Anaoi company until she wakes up? I need to change and shower.” Nyloc stood, placing her cup in the sink, and turned around the corner, to go up the stairs, Elva watching after her.

 

“Think she's going to be okay?” Sifir asked from the doorway

 

Elva turned to face him. “I doubt it.”

 

 

 

“Where…?” Zecen's bright blue eyes opened to see his ceiling, boring as ever. “How did I…?” He stared about his room thoroughly puzzeled as too how he had made it into his bed. The last thing he had clearly remembered had been When Nyloc had said she'd never been with someone like that, and after that everything had become a big blur. He presumed they had gone on for a few rounds, but he wasn't sure. He shrugged to himself, pulling on a sweatshirt. “If anyone remembers, I suppose they can fill me in.”

 

The sound of something sizzling in the pan greeted his ears as he entered the kitchen. Everyone was awake and sitting at the kitchen table as Elva made breakfast.

 

 

“Morning Zec.” Elva called from the stove.

 

“Mm.” He groaned sitting at the table

 

“You're telling me. I've all ready puked twice and had three Advil and this hangover still won't go away!” Anaoi mumbled from across the table as Nyloc entered the room.

 

“Yeah `cause you're the one who drank half the beer smart one!” Nyloc made as if to bop her cousin over the head, and laughed as the older girl flinched. The brunette finished drying her hair with a towel, before slinging it over the back of her chair.

 

“Anyone remember what happened last night? The farthest back I can go is Ny saying she'd never been with anyone.” Zecen asked

 

Sifir frowned, unnoticed in the corner, while Nyloc picked up the end of his question.

 

“Well…I lasted a bit longer than that, but Anaoi passed out at the table and you went to bed. I watched Sifir and Elva dance around in their underwear before crashing on the couch.”

 

“Now if only I could hold my liquor better.” He stated jokingly and all nodded and laughed in agreement.

 

 

“Come on! Get out of there! Lutient will fry us if he finds us in the hangar after hours!”

 

“Awww knock it off! If we manage to fix the Epyon he won't care if we're in here after hours! He'll just be happy we fixed `er for him!”

 

“And what if we can't huh? Have you thought of all the best mechanics of the Earths Sphere that have worked on this thing and haven't gotten it right? And what makes you think, that of all people, a lowly junior mechanic can make the great and feared Epyon work?!”

 

The two mechanics continued to fight in the near darkness, while the junior continued to work haphazardly at the controls. Epyon's eyes glowed a faint green above them, angered by the disturbance in sleep. The two began to scream in terror as the control panel was covered with glowing green veins, and the Epyon's eyes burned even fiercer in the darkness, as all was shrouded with the green light from the cockpit, and just as soon as it had started it finished, leaving the hangar in darkness.

 

 

 

 

Sifir - Turkish word for 0 pronounced si (as in sit) fer

Nyloc - Hungarian word for 8 pronounced ny-olts

Zecen - Zece is the Romanian number for 10…I thought it sounded to girlie so I added an n on the end…there was no pronunciation guide so I'm assuming that its pronounced Sca (a as in day) sca (once again a as in day)

Elva - Swedish word for 11…once again no pronunciation guide so I'm assuming its pronounced L-vah

Seben - Sieben is the German word for seven, so I took off the `I' and as of now its pronounced Say-ben