Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Passions ❯ Chapter III ( Chapter 3 )

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Passions

 

By

 

Uplifted

 

 

The students at the Peacecraft's Institute of Encouraged Excellence were all either runaways or had been shipped there by ever-loving parents. A few had good backgrounds, good money, and a whole lot of attitude. Most came from middle class families who couldn't afford to send their `special' child anywhere else. Every child under the roof of Milliardo Marquis, the current holder of the Peacecraft's building, was a mutant; a human born of a genetic abnomally that granted he or she an enormous gift, and a heavy curse. These young teenagers all had powers, all had the knowledge of these gifts. It was no wonder they used them on such a daily basis.

 

Clenching his teeth in a last ditch attempt to hold in his frustrations, Wufei Chang, a senior at the school, and secretly a member of the school's mutant superhero team, The Mutates, spun to glare angrily at the girl who followed him. She had short, spunky black hair, and her sparkling eyes reminded him of another mutant with whom he had acquaintence. This underclassmen had been bothering him for an hour about the whereabouts of one Duo Maxwell. Hilde, he vaguely remembered her name to be. She had been pestering and badgering, getting in his way countless of times, and she hadn't even resorted to her mutant abilities yet. She grated on Wufei until finally, he turned at her questioning, feminine form, and glared.

 

As he did so, his eyes became colder, his face loosing it's warm qualities and slipping into solid ice. Ice-man, his codename was, and it described him well.

 

“Find Maxwell on your own time, little girl!” He fairly yelled, and turned, steaming, to continue on his way with the box of papers he carried for a teacher. Hilde fairly burst into flames of anger at Wufei's brash tones, and she finally stuck her tongue out at him behind his back. Seeing she wasn't getting a response, she opted instead to simply put a spark of helpfulness into him, so to speak.

 

Gathering her hands together, she produced a small ball of energy, that was quickly thrown at Wufei. It exploded with showers of sparks and much noise. Wufei had jumped from the sudden sound and light, and turned back to see Hilde smiling impishly back at him. So… she created mini-firecrackers. Wufei snorted under his breath.

 

“Parlor tricks.” Then he continued on his way, ignoring the highly annoying onna. Upset at being ignored so completely, Hilde made for Duo's room, hoping to catch him there. He had been disappearing for random reasons a lot recently, and had even run out of trigonometry the other day, giving the harried teacher a curt answer as he had stormed out of the room. Considering that he had been sleeping moments before walking out the door, it was particularily odd. She walked quickly to the boy's dormitory, and knocked on his door. As of yet, Duo had been lucky enough to have a room all to himself. Hilde shared a room with an insane kid that duplicated herself every time she bumped into something. It made for some interesting moments in the morning. Neither were actually good at waking up when one was supposed to for early classes. Hilde waited impatiently as the knock went unanswered, before knocking again, harder. The door opened to her touch. Suddenly deflated of her earlier exuberance in her search for her friend, she stood uncertainly in the hallway, wondering what to do next.

 

“Duo…?” she called loudly, in the vain hope that he would answer her call. Maybe he was sleeping?

 

She stepped into the room cautiously and found it to be a complete mess. She shook her head.

 

`Shoulda known,' she thought as she carefully picked her way through the leftover pizza boxes and clothing articles, all spread sporadically throughout the room. Wincing as she stepped on a piece of molded banana, Hilde wondered vaguely where he could have gone. She had just been talking with him this morning! He wouldn't leave without telling her, would he?

 

What wasn't he telling her?

 

:::!____!:::

 

Flinging ravishing cornsilk blonde hair over her shoulders, Dorothy Catolonia stared in rapture at the screen depicting the two most note-worthy prisoners in the complex; the mysterious Hiro, and the newly caught Relena Dorlain. Dorothy shook her head, an elegant sneer on her face. It seemed that `Miss Relena', as Trieze dubbed her, had little to do with mutant society, and secretly, Dorothy even wondered if the girl had any mutation. Hiro, on the other hand, had heightened senses, and a healing factor that could grant him youthful presence until he died of old age! Unless he killed himself within the presence of Ms. Relena, of course. He was glaring so spitefully at her! Dorothy's face twisted into a smirk. Perhaps she could have her own fun. There was absolutely nothing to do, and Marie-maia was being an absolute brat every since that last mission, blathering on and on how she had been the one to set flame to an entire school, she had been the one to accompany Lady Une to Europe. It made Dorothy clench a delicate hand into a fist with anger. Spinning away from the control room with haughty irritation at the thought, Dorothy glanced once more at the cameras that lined the wall. Hiro was ignoring his cell mate. Good. That was good.

 

:::!____!:::

 

Trieze glared contemptously at the man before him, who bowed in abject misery before the mutant, master of all things metal. The poor man had been recruited for information, but had been worthless so many times over that Trieze was beginning to despise the smarming toad. This man, this homo sapien, felt it within his right not to pay his respects before his superior? Mutants were the product of humanity, but they left their parent's far behind in the evolutionary break throught. Mutants, gaingin in number each day, would soon replace humanity. Humans were simply too stupid and careless with the Earth to be left as it's guardians. Mutants would soon reign, with a bit of outside help.

 

Sighing now, his attention wavering from the sweating man, Trieze signaled for him to report on what he had heard. If it was any use to him, this man might be spared. It depended on the news.

“Sir,” the man gasped, and mopped his bald crown with a handkerchief that he had wrung to death in his meaty grip.

 

“Sir, I've discovered the whereabouts of a school, an academy, full to burstin' of muties and the like.” Hearing the slang that had dripped from his mouth, he stepped back, the enigmatically irate face Trieze was throwing him enough to make him wish he hadn't drunken that brandy before coming to report. Trieze ultimately deemed his information worth more than his life, and the man reeled with relief. Panting now, he began again.

 

“The institute, sir, it's located outside New York's area, and it's said to be owned by the late Peacecrafts, though the man with the deed seems anything but peace-like. It's Leonardo…no, Fabio, ah! Milliardo somethin' runs the place, and it's funded by some sort of business man.” He paused at this point, and glanced around the ornate office to reorient himself. Talking to his employer always unnerved him. “Although the building's blueprint at the city library claims it only has three floors, there's evidence to suggest a subterranian basement, though I don't know quite how large that is. Upon the questioning of Milliardo whatsits himself, he said-” He was cut off when Trieze suddenly straightened himself furiously. The pudgy, sweating man stepped back, and pushed his glassed up again.

 

“You talked with Mr. Milliardo?” Trieze inquired in his soft, dangerously lilting voice. The spy nodded, and watched fearfully as Trieze stepped away from the gleaming mahagony desk that he had been sitting behind and began slowly walking towards Mr. Spy, who had only been doing his job for a few months or so.

 

“Mr. Jackson,” Kushrenada began, in a deadly, soft tone, “I take it you are not familiar with spying, as you've only recently began to work for me in the field of espionage.” Mr. Jackson nodded, and wiped at his face again.

 

“Then you wouldn't know, that a spy is only useful if he remains unknown. Now that you've shown your face,” Trieze swept his hand elegantly away from his side. Mr. Jackson suddenly clutched at his chest, his eyes widening precariously and his hands groping for a way to relieve the sudden pressure in his upper torso. He began to gasp in pain, and sank to the floor.

 

“I believe you recently had a Pacemaker* installed. My my, how little it does for you.”

 

“Please…!” he begged, his nasal voice decreasing into a slow whine of mercy.

 

Trieze lifted his outstretched hand, and slowly tightened his fingers into a taut fist. The man screamed as the small device, fixed to his heart, exploded, causing major coronary damage and an instant heart attack. Mr. Jackson fell to the floor, saliva slowly mixing with the blood that dripped out of his mouth.

 

“Tsk, tsk. Those things ruin your sleep you know.” Trieze said, pushing at the man with one elegantly shod foot.

 

“Marie-maia!” Trieze called, and the fiery little girl entered, a smug smile on her face. She glanced at the body and giggled a bit.

 

“You called, Papa?” she asked, the smile remaining and the expression changing from smug to devious.

 

“Take care of that trash.” He said, walking around the body to the door that led out of his office. He exited his office, leaving his daughter with the human waste.

 

“Honestly, what a mess. Couldn't you have died a bit neater?” she mock-asked the dead man, and sighed. “Well, since Father never said how to do the taking care of, I think we'll do this the simple way.” She said, the smile coming back, replacing the annoyance that had briefly marked her face.

 

Taking out an unlit match, she struck at it, until it burst into flame. Using her mutant powers to embellish the flame and send it down to the dead human on the floor, she was careful not to have the fire burn the floor. Father would be angry if there were scorch marks in his office.

 

“There's a reason they call me the Flamer.” She said with a chuckle, the fire glinting oddly in her eyes.

 

:::!____!:::

 

Hiro was meditating now, in his zen, so-to-speak. The annoying girl hadn't said anything after the embarassingly stupid outburst. His shirt, for Kami's sake! It was riddled with holes and rips since his fight with the ever-hospitable Trieze. But the girl, Relena, wasn't it? didn't seem to be faring badly. She hardly had a scratch on her! She had probably been psyhcicly sedated and kidnapped nice and safely, with no blood loss or fighting of any kind. Hiro sneered quietly, interrupting his meditation for his scathing thoughts. He disliked girls who were defenseless, Princesses like in the fact that they always relied on others. Hiro hadn't seen much to change his impression of her. She just sat there, stupidly looking about in a dopey way, as if the world were at her beck and call, and all she needed to do was ring for a servant.

 

Turning back to his shackles, he quietly hoped that his neighbors hadn't been harmed in the blast. They had never been good to him, but it wasn't Hiro's way to be entirely unthinking. He did think sometimes of other people, no matter what those useless idiots thought. He futilely tried to bring out his claws, hoping that the force would shatter the metal that kept him a prisoner. Unfortunately, Gundanium was the hardest metal known to man, and had been grafted onto his skeletons as well. He knew their full force, and how much power he'd need to break free. It was a useless attempt, but no one could blame him for trying.

 

As if to add to his seemingly countless problems, the girl spoke up again, and in an incredibly loud voice.

 

“I need to go to the bathroom!”

 

Hiro wanted to slam his head into the wall. No one was going to let her go, and if the girl honestly expected someone to come-

 

Hiro looked up, surly, unwilling to show his surprise as a guard came in, completely unrecognizable from the rest of his comrades.

 

“Alright, Miss, you come with me. Spikey there,” he meant Hiro, “better stay put, or the girl's toes come off.”

 

Her toes? What kind of idiotic, incompetant guards were these? Relena glared harshly at him, before stomping on his own and yanking at her tether. “Untie me before I really have to go!” the guard, limping over to the girl, cursing under his breath about so and so's orders, untied the girl, and grasped her leash firmly. Looking as if she would rather bite the man then follow him, Relena spared a glance back to the feral boy who crouched on the floor.

 

And smiled softly.

 

He was caught off guard by the smile. What did she mean by it? Was it a trap, a ploy of some kind, a signal for the guards to rush over and murder him with their guns?

 

Hiro's rushing thoughts calmed. He forgot about the smile, as it was obviously a mistake, a trick of his eyes as she had walked out. Was he getting delusional?

 

He firmly shook the matters of the girl out of his head, and focussed on more important things. Things such as; Why was he being detained here? What use was he to Trieze? Hiro had declined his `generous' offer to join his terrorist group of mutants, so why was he being kept in this place, with that useless girl?

 

As Hiro thought in endless circles, like a hamster on a wheel, Relena glared at the back of the guard, who was dutifully leading her to a bathroom. As she stepped inside, she looked back at him. If looks could kill, this man would still be alive, but just barely.

 

“Don't. Come. In.” Like she wanted a man watching her pee? She shivered at the thought, as soon as she was alone. Ah, blessed alone time. Away from the silent boy of thoughts. She had glimpsed his face, and it had looked so trapped in their present setting that she had to smile at him. And his look of surprise had been satisfying too. She splashed water onto her face from the faucet, and winced at it's coldness. They had to be in a place where plumbing wasn't all that it used to be. Startled, Relena glanced at her reflection. The girl who gazed back hadn't been in this place for more than three days, only two at the latest. How had such things happened in such a short amount of time?

 

The gravity of the situation seemed to hit both teenagers hard. Grateful that the nameless boy wasn't there to see her fall apart, she quickly washed her hands, trying to relish the feel of soap. She didn't really have to go to the bathroom. She had wondered at her station in such a place. Now she knew. A Prinsoner/Guest. She sighed, and idled her time, trying not to annoy the guard, but enjoy her few moments alone.

 

Relena walked into the room she shared with Hiro, and the door closed behind her. She had an odd expression on her face, one Hiro hadn't missed. What was wrong with her now? He barely had time to think before she accidentally-on-purpose tripped and fell on him.

 

“I'm so sorry!” she cried, her eyes trailing over his body sensusously, her thoughts obviously on something other than apologies. She watched his startled face closely, and the when it seemed she could do nothing worse, she kissed him firmly on the lips.

 

Hiro, far from rational thoughts, was shocked. This girl didn't even know his name, and was throwing herself over him!

 

“Mmf off.” He said, only the last cold word coming out intelligently, because she had released his strangle hold on his mouth.

 

Then she smiled seductively, and drew herself off of him. Then, the door opened, and she slipped out.

 

Only to be pushed into the room a few scant seconds later by the unruly guard. He tied her up, ignoring Hiro's glare and Relena's equally heated gaze, then exited the room Relena slumped to the floor carefully, mindful of the camera that she could see above the feral boy.

 

“What…the hell…was that?” He asked in a low growl, startling Relena like a caught deer. It was the first words he had spoken to her.

 

 

Author's Note: Ha! My own little cliffhanger! I hope you like, and wait around for the next chapter of the highly thrilling, death-defying: Passions!

Disclaimers: I own the plot, and some minor characters who, unfortunately, die. ::Boo-hoo:: And I own a few of the codenames. And, and! My hamster, and the two new books of W Juliet!