Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam X-Win ❯ 03 ( Chapter 3 )

Gundam X-Win

03

By Devon Masterson

Heero sat under a tree with his laptop working. "I brought you something to drink," Relena commented.

"I'm not thirsty."

"Fine then I'll drink it," she said then sighed. She had been trying to get him to warm up to her the past couple of weeks. He seemed to have a rapport with the others but seemed annoyed by her. There had to be some way to get through to him. "What are you doing?"

"Searching systems."

She frowned technology was not really her thing but she did know a little about the Internet. "Don't you have to have a telephone connection or something."

"I have a wireless modem."

"Oh," she replied, "well that is fascinating how does it work?" Heero closed his laptop stood and walked away. Relena dropped the glass she was holding and balled her fist. He was a frustrating man. All she wanted was to be friendly to him, help make his stay more comfortable, and all he did was ignore her. "The least you can do is pretend to like me!" she yelled in annoyance.

"You get on my nerves," he said simply as he kept walking.

Relena gasped then sighed. "Well you didn't have to be so mean about it," she said lowly.

"You're pushing too hard," Trowa commented from above. He sat on a branch casually with a perfect view of the situation.

Relena looked up and narrowed her eyes. "How long have you been there?" She levitated herself to a nearby branch and joined him.

"I've been here the whole time," he answered. "We were discussing security for the foundation. Heero is quite an accomplished computer programmer and hacker."

"I knew he liked everyone accept me."

Trowa touched her hand gently. "You try to impose your will onto him," he replied as he jumped from the tree. "Heero is not the type to be taken by force where as your persistence is what I cherish most about you."

"In other words I try too hard?" she asked floating down to him.

Trowa nodded. "You can't force him to bend to your will, Relena, he's not spoon," he teased.

Relena narrowed her eyes at his comment. "I don't do that trick anymore," she said turning her nose up at him.

Trowa grinned as he rubbed his finger across her cheek. "Seriously, allow him to find the common ground between the two of you."

"That sounds like some thing that Quatre would say," she smirked. She hugged him. "Thank you."

"Any time," he replied holding her gently. An eyebrow raised as he saw a guy walking around the property. He pulled away and motioned in the direction of the guy now walking towards them.

"Hey, this is a nice place you got here," the man smiled his violet eyes shining. "Takes a lot of lunch money to buy a place like this." He whistled then offered his hand. "Duo Maxwell."

"Relena Peacecraft," she greeted taking his hand. She sensed something from this guy faintly. He was not all that he appeared to be. She looked towards Trowa and saw that he had no intent on being polite. "This is Trowa Barton."

Duo grinned at the stoicism of Trowa. "Nice to meet you, Relena. I see your boyfriend doesn't say much."

"Do you have an appointment?" Trowa asked.

"Appointments are so impersonal," he replied somewhat disgusted. "Then you would know I was coming and I would have to go by the office instead of coming here. Now I get to see what you're really up to before I decide if I want to join your little group."

"You are trespassing."

"Hey, don't get the wrong idea," Duo remarked putting up his hands. "I know about the underground stuff and I agree with you. We all need all get along and fight the power…"

"Leave."

"Trowa, I think we should at least entertain what he has to say," Relena interjected.

Trowa looked at her sternly. He did not like all the new people coming into their acquaintance so quickly. They should be more on guard and not be so trusting. What if they befriended some OZ spy that eventually took them down? There was some thing fishy about this guy. Just about everything seemed fake about him. "I think we should talk about this."

"I agree," Relena said then turned towards Duo. She frowned as she saw that he was gone then covered her face from the unpleasant odor.

"We need to increase security," Trowa replied as he took her by the hand and started walking towards the house.

xxxx

Mystique smiled as she leaned against her door. She tightened the belt on her robe then walked over to the bed that she and her lover recently vacated. "Phenomenal," she sighed as she sat down.

"That was too much information," Duo remarked wrinkling his nose in disgust as he appeared.

"You shouldn't just pop into my room whenever you feel like it," she replied.

"Please! I always know when it's safe," he said casually, "Besides I saw magnet boy leave before I did it."

"Don't call Mr. Treize that," she replied.

Duo shook his head. "Vic, you need to dump him. He's not good enough for you. You're my twin, have some class."

Mystique narrowed her amber eyes. "You go to far, dear brother. I have found purpose with Mr. Treize. I will help him usher in a new order where mutants will be treated with respect and not treated like dogs. You and I both understand that point well. If it weren't for the appearance modulator you created, you still wouldn't leave the house except on Halloween."

Duo balled his fist in anger. "Treize wants to dominate because he thinks we're superior. We're all humans just some of us are different. You're fighting for the wrong cause."

"At least I am fighting for a cause and not sitting idly by," she replied, "or have you made a decision."

"You know me," he commented as he started walking on the wall, "I just like to hang around. It's better than being Treize's love slave."

She stood and glared at him. "If you weren't my brother, I would have shot you." She walked into the bathroom.

"That never stopped you before," he replied as she shut the door. He sighed at the look of hurt that crossed her face. That last shot had gone too far. It had always been the two of them until they ended up meeting Treize. He was not about to let their political issues tear them apart. "I love you too, Vic," he called through the door then teleported into his room.

"You don't owe him anything." He jumped onto the bed and depressed the button on his timepiece, causing his public appearance to melt away. He sighed as he looked at his hand. He wiggled his three fingers and sighed as he caught sight of himself in the window.

He was as handsome devil, but that was the problem. His appearance would scare most people; he did not look human. Most humans did not have blue skin, blue hair, amber eyes, fangs, and a tail. Every since he could remember he and Victoria had been outcasts until they met Treize. It was then that they discovered that they were not totally alone. Trieze was only an executive in OZ at that time and was considered a child like them though he was in his late teens. He treated the two of them like they mattered and educated them on the world and their powers. It was because of this education that he was able to develop the appearance modulator so that he could go out in public.

Grateful for all that Treize had done for them, they helped him acquire the position that he currently inhabited. It was not until he was finally in power that Duo realized Treize's true ideals. He was just as bad as the people that locked the two of them up in the circus but from the opposite end of the spectrum. No good would come of trying to control the other side that only fostered bigotry amongst both sides. Power was all that he cared about in his Mystique's eyes Mr. Treize could do no wrong.

He stood quickly and looked around. He felt like someone was watching him. He jumped onto the wall and started crawling around checking for bugs and or camera. He growled in anger as he found what he was looking for in the grate of the central air conditioning.

"I've been made," Treize said simply from the inside of his office. He had only been there a few minutes when he decided to check up on his untrusting ward. A hint of sulfur filled the air as Duo appeared looking quite miffed. The dim lighting making his eyes glow like golden orbs and glinting off his fangs. He stalked towards Trieze and threw the micro-camera onto his desk. "I am not one of you lackeys nor do you own me."

"I did it for your own protection," Trieze replied coolly. "You and Mystique's."

"Victoria," he corrected, "and I don't need you protection. I want you stay away from my sister."

"She is a part of my work," he replied, "and she understands me. I will not sever my ties with her, but she is more than free to leave my acquaintance, just like you are."

"Just like that?" he questioned.

"Of course the two of you would be on your own in the world and it can be a dangerous place. I'm sure you know better than I," Treize commented. "The public has not received you so well in the past and I have been nothing but gracious. I treated you like my very own family, you are my mutant brother are you not?"

"You used us to gain position and you see my sister as some kind toy."

"Sex is part of my interest in her," he replied leaning back in his chair.

Duo growled and pounced him but was no knocked back by his magnetic field. "You are a student of physics, Duo, so you know that I can manipulate the spin of electrons in metallic atoms and you're probably wondering how blocked you."

Duo rubbed his jaw. "Let me guess you manipulated the magnetic field that surrounds normally."

"You are quite bright," Treize smiling then shifted the subject. "As I was saying, my physical interests in her is only a small part, she has a brilliant tactical mind and gifted with the spoken word. You give your sister too little credit for she is an indispensable member of my organization. I will not let her go and she will not leave."

Duo narrowed his eyes. He knew the bastard was right. Victoria was in love with him and thought of them as her hero. "Keep your toys out of my room," he replied before teleporting back to his room.

Treize sat back and opened his desk. He pulled out the pictures that were taken at the Winner mansion that evening courtesy of his silent partner, the Duke. Mystique's suspicions about Quatre Winner had panned out and he seemed to be allying himself with some powerful people. He did not like it when things like this got passed him. If Duo joined their group, he might possibly lose Mystique. His hold over was strong, but he was not entirely confident that her twin could not wrestle her from him. OZ needed Lady Une. Duo had too much potential to screw things up for him. He laced his fingers together thoughtfully as he looked at the pictures of two Winner Foundation executives talking to Duo on the estate grounds. Something must be done. "This will require outside talent."

AN: I know the true relationship of Mystique and Nightcrawler. Work with me people!!

©2002 Devon Masterson

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