Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Retribution

Genre: violence, abuse, mention of abuse, language, death (none of the guysS.I don™t think), attempted/mentioned NCS, gore, graphic, supernatural, on-going-ness, crossdressing, lemons, and limes (for other parts), yaoi, yuri, politics, self insertions, angst, etc

Summary: Two groups of thieves find themselves drawn together through betrayal and lies.

Rating: R

Disclaimers: Give me a break. The friggin title isn™t even mine. Its ShadowKano (THANK YOU CHICA!!!). So how in the hell would you think that GW™s well created characters are mine? Yeah, you feel smart don™t ya? Just read the damn fic. :-P

Pairing: 1x1, 2x2, 3x3, 4x4, 5x5, 6x6Syou get the ideaS1x2/2x1, 3x4, 5x6(x13), Talim x Shai x (maybe a third bishie), SxN, HxR, 1xR (one sided)S..the guys are gonna sleep around until they get to their respective partners.

 

A/N: Hey! Yeah, when I said I had more to come I wasn™t kidding. I have 61 pages waiting to be posted!! The faster you review, the faster I can update, ne? Oh and for those who don't know, the poem from the prologue is by....*drumroll* ME!!!! lol. Morbid_Angel is my new penname. ^_~

 

 

Special thanks to ShadowKano for the title and giving me a good kick in the ass when I™m stuck on my work.

 

Scarletty: Glad you like it!! lol. I love the energy I get off your reviews and boy are you quick. I was in my last class for the day when I read the ones you put up and had to update just for you. :-P ENJOY!!

 

 

Chapter 1:

 

"Damn, that stubborn son of a bitch." Ms. Hediki growled once she was in the sanctity of her room. Her piercing blue eyes scanned over the spacious area. There was a full king size bed, a balcony, three dressers, a spa-like bathroom, a chandelier, a fluffy cream carpet, a vanityS.blahSblahS.blah. "Cheap bastard." With a delicate smack of her lips she stalked across her room to the vanity.

 

She quickly snatched up three wipes. The first, she used to take off her pale pink eye-shadow and black mascara. The second took off her foundation and the last took off the ruby red lipstick. Bare to the world, her features could be seen- a pointed chin, and high exotic cheekbones.

 

"Three fucking months. He should just give it up. It would feel so much better." The sultry feminine voice growled as she began to remove the business suit one layer at a time. The snow white, skirt pooled at her feet first, followed by the matching blazer. Next, came the rose pink camisole and black bra and panties. "Now, where did he put it this time?"

 

Slowly, the sole occupant of the room searched the furniture and walls. Within seconds, she came across a hidden camera attached to a random spot on the wall. "Think you're real slick, huh?" She grumbled and crushed the camera were it sat. "But you™re fucking with a professional now, asshole."

 

***

Mueller moved about his surveillance room restlessly. Four hours, she could™ve done so much damage within four hours. "Get those damn cameras online!" He shouted agitatedly for the umpteenth time. He only succeeded in making his engineer jump nervously. The youth hadn™t been with them that long so he wasn™t quite immune to the older man™s sudden outburstsS.or was he?

 

"Y-y-yes, sir." The youth stammered working his nimble hands over the wires only succeeding in getting the wire even more tangled. His neon green eyes watched his hands work with a detached interest. //Red over blue...green over purple...2,4,6,8, who do we appreciate...//

 

"What the hell are you sniggering about?"

 

"Nothing Sir."

 

***

The woman in question walked briskly down the hallway of establishment. The room had to be somewhere aroundS.ah

 

She turned sharply and ducked into a room. Computer panels and monitors lined the walls. //At least no one™s here.// The Japanese woman thought as she took a seat at one of the monitors. Without blinking, her hands began to fly over the keyboards hacking and downloading file after file until she found what he wanted.

 

HmmmS..niceS" She purred to herself as she memorized the coordinates. She quickly closed out the program and erased all traces of him being there before stepping out of the room.

 

"Ms. Hediki!"

 

Ms. Hediki paused as a nameless security guard approached her. "Yes?" She asked.

 

"Mueller has been looking for you for almost an hour, ma™am. Please come with me."

 

"Or course." She said sweetly though he was thinking of seven different ways to kill the man with the very golden chain around her neck.

 

The two walked in silence down the corridors of the large building until they reached Mueller™s office. Needless to say, the man was a ™little™ bent out of shape.

 

"Where the fuck were you?!"

 

"Walking around, familiarizing myself with my surroundings." Ms. Hediki answered coolly. Shee eyed the man with mild interest showing that she was in no means scared of him.

 

"And why weren™t you in your room?"

 

"Well, DAD," Ms. Hediki said sarcastically. "I was informed that was allowed to move about the primacies as I wish whenever I wish or has that changed?"

 

Mueller saw red. His jaw clenched and unclenched noticeably along with his hands. When he spoke, he spoke carefully and calculatingly. "When you are here, think of it as being at one™s house. You are a guest. As a guest, you should know that you are not allowed to move about one™s house unannounced."

 

Ms. Hediki only raised an eyebrow. "I've been here over three months and am still considered a guest? Very well, I will more than happily take my services elsewhere." She said looking down her nose at the man. Whether she was let go easily or not didn't matter to hier. Swiftly, as she often did, she turned on her heels and walked out of the room with all the intentions of going to his room and packing his belongings.

 

However, Mueller wasn't that enthusiastic about his leaving. Grudgingly, he called 'Ms. Hediki' back.

 

"Very well, however, I ask that you take some to escort you around. Though we may be 'partners' in a sense, I have many thing I do not wish you to know about as of yet."

 

//Smart choice.// Ms. Hediki thought not bothering to hide the smirk on her face. "And who do you recommend?"

 

"Tamil, escort Ms. Hediki around please." Mueller sighed. With the sigh, all tension left his body. He rubbed wearily at the headache forming in his temples.

 

"What about the wires, sir?" Tamil asked looking up through the fringes of his fire read hair. His entire petite form was ensnared in wires of every color.

 

Ms. Hediki held his breath in hope to suffocate the laughter bubbling in his chest.

 

"Don't worry about it; I'll have someone take care of that."

 

"Okay." The redhead said with a shrug. He stood slowly and deliberately until he felt one of the wire pop. Instantly, the lights in the room went off. "Oops, I'll fix it."

 

"Just leave it."

 

"But-"

 

"OUT!!"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

 

TBC......

 

A/N: Okay, Microsoft word says this was three pages. Maybe I'll post two chapters at a time so that the updates won™t seem so short. That all depends on the reviews I get.