Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hating a Phoenix ❯ Chapter 6.0 ( Chapter 6 )

Hating a Phoenix, Chapter 6

By: Firey Angelwings

***Hey guys! I'm now writing the FIRST actual action chapter of this saga. Are you excited? I don't know what everyone's reaction will be to the new twist of genre…Anyways, here it is, and off I go>>>writing away!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or anything having to do with it. I only own the idea behind this continuation, but am not using it for any other purpose than that as an Internet fan fiction.

     Wing Zero was a powerful machine. With its new upgrades into the Wing Zero Custom, it was even better. Heero himself though, found that he couldn't get used to the wings. Perhaps he would change them back to their original form, for familiarity.

     Relena Dorlain's face was lit on the monitor in the cockpit. His Gundam was straining to stay in the air, as he lifted his Buster Rifle once again. In the corner of his eye, Heero caught Relena's barely perceptible nod of the head.

  “Affirmative.” Heero muttered to himself.

     His gaze followed the powerful beam of his weapon, but his eyes widened and dilated extremely, all of a sudden. Mariemaia's headquarters was enveloped in the explosion as the place blew up. Relena's face disappeared into the static playing on his monitor.

     Heero bolted out of his bed. His brown hair was soaked with sweat, as were his sheets. His mind was a flurry of furious thoughts. And Heero felt an insatiable urge to punch something.

     Milliardo Peacecraft was an early riser. Noin could never understand how it was possible for his to wake so easily, so early. He, in turn, couldn't understand how she could rise so late.

`Relena is like that, too', he thought to himself.

     The tall man wandered down the darkened hallway on a deliberate path. He was heading to the training facilities for his daily hour-long morning workout before breakfast. His ears perked at the noise he heard, instead of the tranquil silence. Milliardo followed the sound, then encountered a glistening, sweaty Heero Yuy. The young man was truly beating the hell out of the punching bag. With a powerful left hook punch, the large bag flew off its catch in the ceiling; it hit the wall with a *poof*. Milliardo called out,

  “Yuy.”

     Heero turned slightly then inquired in a frustrated voice,

  “What do you want?”

     Milliardo visibly relaxed, slid his hands into his pockets, smiling in a devilish way.

  “You've just arrived at my…humble abode, and you are already destroying the objects inside it?”

     Heero regarded the fallen punching bag, contemplating. Then he looked back at the man.

  “Are you expecting me to apologize? You can forget it. `Sorry' isn't in my vocabulary.”

     The tall man grinned.

  “You take me too seriously. Well…if you wish so, I can give you a tour of the lower levels, as you've yet to see anything of the underground HQ”

     Heero wiped his brow with a towel, staring at Relena's brother, who stared right back. He shrugged, then nodded. Milliardo turned and walked in the opposite direction. Heero slowly followed him.

  “And this last area is the largest: the hangar. It contains all the reconstructed Gundams and…Relena's rather large collection of cars and motorcycles.”

     Heero and Milliardo strode along a raised balcony. They passed the Gundams, Heero noting the proper details were in place. When they passed the Wing Zero, Heero noticed that the wings had been removed. He inquired about it.

  “Well, I noticed that during the Mariemaia incident, you weren't exactly comfortable with the wings. They hampered your finesse in agility. If you really want them back, I can have them reinstalled…”

     Heero shook his head slowly, annoyed that his past nemesis had noticed a fault in his flying.

     His attention was then diverted completely. At the end of the hangar, where they stood now, was another mobile suit, as large as the Gundams were. He had never seen anything like it. It was shaped like a mobile suit, though the outer pieces were smooth, lacking corners; the armor was all curves, though still in separate pieces like normal suits. It was completely colored a crimson, shiny red that reflected at a certain angle to look black. Certain edges were colored silver. On its back were a pairs of silvery wings, reminding Heero of the ones that used to be on HIS mobile suit. These wings were different, though. It was like they seemed to…glow. Very mystical. He turned to Milliardo.

  “What is this?”

     Milliardo turned to him, piercing him with his stare. Then he laughed slightly.

  “You can't guess? …………………………This is `Viore' ~pronounced Vee-o-ray~ It's Lena's mobile suit.”

     The conversation at breakfast that morning was very animated. Different topics floated around, but the most popular one was Artemis' career. Relena kept asking herself why Hilde wouldn't let it go…

  “It is SO AMAZING that you have such a great hidden talent! I mean all that singing, dancing, dealing with stress, it's like you're Superwoman!”

     Hilde was chattering away excitedly, spraying bits of food every once in a while. Relena lightly replied,

  “It's something new. Everyone is up for a change once in a while.”

     Heero spoke his first sentence since sitting down to eat.

  “Something new. Would you consider owning and operating a mobile suit `something new' as well?” His voice was dangerously razor-sharp.

     Relena sighed, tipped her head forward and let her blond hair fall over her face as the others looked at her in puzzlement. Yet she answered with the same stubborn tone.

  “Not at all. I've had that suit since before you had yours, so don't undermine your superiors.”

     Heero replied testily,

  “What exactly are you trying to prove? You are going to get yourself killed in battle. I would think that you weren't so foolish, as you've had a very near-death experience.”

     Relena tossed her hair back as she raised her head quickly. She delivered the final blow back to Heero,

  “Don't underestimate what you don't understand. And besides, you don't care anyways. I'm not as innocent as you think.”

     Wufei and Heero were both running checks on their reconstructed Gundams. Both of them were inviting the chance to find a flaw in its construction, but both had yet to be gratified. Relena was repairing an area of Viore's chest, hanging upside-down. Trowa, Duo and Quatre were satisfying their curiosity, and inquiring any possible question of Relena about her suit.

  “The armor is different in design, who was the one to design it?”

  “What is it made out of? The material doesn't look like Gundanium alloy…”

  “Where does it come from, anyways?”

     Relena swung her body back up as she grabbed an electrical tool. She answered as best as possible.

  “Viore wasn't built here. It is a design from the home-planet of my race, brought to Earth many millenniums ago, passed down from family to family. The make is actually pretty advanced, and it is pretty amazing that humans have managed to fabricate similar suits, though much later in time.”

     The trio looked quite amazed.

  “You have a home planet? Where is it? What's it called?”

     Relena shrugged carelessly.

  “Not a clue. Personally, I don't care, and neither does Milliardo. We live here now, and I have no idea what is the state of our race off Earth or the colonies, or Mars.”

     Heero called out a cutting remark.

  “If you don't care about your roots, why do you bother with the antique? If you really want to use mobile suits, you should use a custom model from this world.”

     Relena sighed, then called back icily,

  “Because compared with Phoenix design, your models are completely outstripped. You had better watch what you call ANTIQUE.”

     Duo took note of this small outburst. This was the second time in one morning.

`What is going on between Heero and Relena? Why are they so tense and violent around each other?'

     Wufei secretly was very happy. He was normally described as a cold, aloof man, though not on the same level as Heero Yuy, so he didn't like to show his inner feelings. However, he had been plagued with a form of guilt since Relena's `death', and was completely relieved to find out that she was alive. It was actually sort of ironic that she had always been there, under all of their noses, under the pseudonym of Artemis. He chuckled to himself as he checked out Nataku's armor.

  “Are you laughing, Wufei? Somebody stop the presses!”

     His ears picked up a sarcastic feminine voice. Sally Po. She could be quite annoying sometimes. But Wufei corrected her anyways.

  “The proper terminology would be `chuckling'. Is that such a shock?”

     Sally laughed to herself, shaking her head slowly.

  “Not at all, not at all. I'm sorry to offend you, Wufei.” He turned back to his work. “What's on your mind? Wufei, you seem very preoccupied.”

     He looked back at her through one eye. He answered truthfully.

  “I'm wondering, why you bother to get the Preventors involved in this conflict. You say that you use them to prevent war, but now you are throwing them right into one.”

     Sally sighed, wondering the same thing herself.

  “I know that it is hard to understand, but I have faith in Miss Relena, and if she deems it necessary to use my troops, I will comply. After all, we won't use them just yet…”

     Wufei nodded, then went back to his work. Sally stared at his profile for a minute, and then began walking away. This was how all their conversations ended.

     A loud beeping sound emitted from Nataku's cockpit. Wufei's head snapped up, and in one smooth movement, he was sitting inside. Sally watched his eyes move back and forth as they raced across the screen. He then spoke out loud.

  “There is a large amount of Gundanium alloy being transported off a mining satellite.” He paused in thought, as the screen in the cockpit went dark. “It would be smarter to destroy it than let it pass.”

     Wufei swung himself onto the ground.

  “I need to go and get some backup before I leave.”

  “Hilde, I am telling you, something is going on between Heero and Lena! And it's not good. They are throwing daggers at each other at every chance!”

     The young woman sighed before answering to the braided man speaking to her,

  “Duo, even if it were true, their affairs are NOT our business. I'm sure they are fine. Get your head out of other people's private lives.”

     He simply shook his head in indignant determination, his violet eyes flashing dangerously. Hilde was rather apprehensive about the resolved look in Duo's face. Something bad would happen if he got his nose stuck in Heero Yuy's affairs. She had better stop him before he got hurt.

     Hilde sighed again. Why didn't he get his head out of the clouds and think about her? What was wrong with her?

     Hide's private thoughts were interrupted when a running Wufei entered the room. He spotted Duo then called out,

  “Maxwell, I got a transmission of a large amount of Gundanium being transported. We have to destroy it.”

     Duo nodded, his eyes suddenly shielded as he accepted his mission. His gaze slid back to Hilde, then softened.

  “Right, Wufei. I'll meet you at the hangar in five minutes.”

     Wufei nodded in affirmation, then exited the room. Duo turned to Hilde, but before he could speak, Hilde protested,

  “You are going on a mission already? You haven't even trained yet! You are going to get yourself killed!”

     Duo placed his hands on her shoulders, and he stared into her quivering pupils.

  “Don't worry, babe. I'm stronger than you think. The God of Death isn't going out on the first mission, not a chance!”

     He leaned forward before she could object, and planted a small kiss on her pouting lips. Hilde raised her eyebrows to the ceiling. Duo ran to the door, looked back, and then gave her a rakish wink.

  “All right. We divide into two teams. Heero, Quatre, you take the battle next to L3. Relena, Trowa and I will head to the battle near the southern hemisphere. Is that clear?” Milliardo gave a piercing stare to all except his sister.

     Everyone nodded, then headed to their mobile suits. It was time to make their presence known to the Purifiers.

     Duo, I'll divert the oncoming Taurus suits, you take out the transport carrier.

     Affirmative.

     Nataku shot towards the mobile suits, twisting as he destroyed each one.

     Deathscythe raised its huge scythe and brought it down on the large carrier. A great explosion followed, as the two Gundams were already leaving the site of the battle. There was nothing left but bits of debris.

     You done your sector, Heero?

     Yes. You take the forty suits in area 4, and I'll take the rest.

     Got it.

`How is it possible for her to use the wings of Viore in such a manner? That isn't physically possible…does it have to do with Phoenix genes? Who knows what else they can do… how powerful are they truly?' Trowa's thoughts echoed as he kept his eyes on Relena. She was having no trouble.

     The image of Viore was frightening. You could see the confusion from the enemy, as they had no information on the suit's weak points. But soon they were all destroyed, but not before sending info to their superiors, far away.

     Max Pavey slammed his fist on his expensive desk.

  “Damn it! The Gundams are reconstructed? How is that possible?”

     In a second, he seemed to calm down, and then he turned to his attendant, who was looking rather frightened.

  “What other information? Tell me about this new suit again.”

     The attendant, named John, took a shaky breath, then answered,

  “We don't have a lot of particulars, the suits were destroyed to quickly. However, the clear message is the impeccable, inhuman use of robotic wings. That is all, sir.”

     Pavey nodded, and then motioned for John to leave. Once alone, he hissed aloud as he spoke,

  “Inhuman use of wings? Yes, not human is the right word. DAMN YOU, RELENA DORLAIN!!! How can you still live?”

     He paced his office, then stopped and smiled.

  “Phoenixes obviously aren't too smart. I know you're alive now, Relena. Next time, I'll have the mobile suits concentrate solely on destroying you.”

***Hello again guys! I've FINALLY finished chapter 6. I feel so relieved! You have no idea! It has been a while (at least, for me) and I've been through a lot in between. My stepbrother has left for Europe for three weeks, my dad is moving, and the contracts are all screwed up! AHHHH!! Well, at least this is done!

Now, welcome to the action part of my fic. Please let me know if you like it. Personally, I don't like to dwell on the fighting parts, so don't expect play-by-play writing. That isn't me! But…it all mixes in with my whole big plan for this fic. I have chapter outlines written up to chapter 13, I think. You have any ideas, TELL ME, and I'll gladly try to add it in to the story.

I am REALLY sorry, but the next chapters will be pretty slow. I may be able to get chapter 7 out if I can write the whole thing tomorrow. The rest…well…I don't know. You see, I type and use the Net at my dad's house, and he's moving on June the 1st. I'm sorry, but I don't know when I'll be able to start again, once we are settled into the new house and all.

Feedback has been fantastic; I love each and every one of you! Thank you so much for taking the time to write me. It's all positive, and my flame toll is at the number: 1. All I have to say is: Flame will only cook my hotdogs, so keep it coming! You only increase my determination to keep writing!

Luv you all, ciao.

Firey Angelwings