Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 9

Title: Retribution

Genre: violence, abuse, mention of abuse, language, death (none of the guys….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, 6x6…you get the idea…1x2/2x1, 3x4, 5x6(x13), Talim x Shai x (maybe a third bishie), SxN, HxR, 1xR (one sided)…..the guys are gonna sleep around until they get to their respective partners.

 

Scarletty: What cha sick with? Must be bad if you have to stay in bed. Hope you get better. Should I hold back on updating to give your doctor a peace of mind? Can't have you getting out of bed, ne? *snickers* Get well soon, kay. Oh, yes Hediki has a first name….but I can't tell you. For the moment you'll have to wait.

 

Rose Fury: Yay!! And chances are, Luci, that they will try or at least Duo will. He has a thing for blades. As does Talim but he's still playing with the flamethrower you gave me. *examines machete* If you must know why I need the machete…its because one of the boys is gonna go kamikaze Ritalin deprived squirrel on someone and we're gonna need a big knife….and a mop…^_^

 

 

Chapter 9:

 

As instructed, Maxwell and Ms. Hediki met later on that day to begin their restructuring of how Mueller's operations functioned.

 

“You're all fired.” Duo said almost too happily. He watched as his words sunk in through the each guard's dense skulls. How they became guards in the first place was beyond him. They were all overweight with the grace of a landed seal, if any still existed.

 

“What? You're not the boss of us.” One security guard stepped forward. His accent was clearly Russian and fairly thick. He stood next to the violet eyed American towering over him by five solid inches of bulky flab.

 

In a flash, Duo drew a pistol from somewhere on him and pointed it between the bold man's eyes. “Okay, you're all fired except for you. You're dead.” He said as if stating the weather. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger discharging a bullet into the man's skull. Everyone located behind the man cringed away from the shower of blood, skull fragment, and brain. “The rest of you can return back to your families and friends safely. Your service is not needed any longer.”

 

Not surprisingly, the remaining guards seemed more eager to leave. They practically scrambled and tripped over the fallen man without so much of a backwards glance.

 

“Well, you're quite the motivational speaker.” Hediki drawled. She looked indifferently down at the cooling body at his feet. The baby blue suit she'd been wearing was speckled with the man's blood. Not that she cared. It almost looked like a design.

 

“Why thank you.” Duo chirped. “I take it that you have a number of people you trust to be on our security team. I'll bring my people in and you do the same.”

 

“Very well.”

 

******

 

“So who's we workin' for, Kid?” Hungry green eyes stared in rapt adoration at the shorter much darker being before them.

 

Duo grinned up the lumbering oath that was part of his group, his own protégée. “Don't worry Quazie.” He purred. “This time try not to kill him off so quickly, ne?”

 

Quazie nodded quickly offering a decayed toothy grin. //Just like having a pet dog// Duo thought to himself as he turned to face the rest of his team.

 

There was Chef, a dark skinned, red eyed man with a hook for a right hand. Duo's second to be précised. He stood casually in all his seven foot, narrow chest-ed glory. His hair was cut short to his head and hidden under a white cap. His narrow muscled body was hidden under a worn slightly discolored shirt and dingy blue denims all under a bloodied apron. “I got your back, Shinigami.” He said simply. His deep rumbling voice filled the air. The man was somewhat of a god. But nowhere near the violet eyed teen he idolized.

 

“I know.” Duo said gratefully. His eyes moved on.

 

Gipsy, young, caramel complected, hazel eyed diva. Her hair was long cascading dark chocolate curls tied back out of her heart-shaped face. She shifted her weight to one foot making her hip that more round and the bells around her ankle jingle. She wore a pair of low riding baggy patchwork pants with a loose fitting golden belt draped around her waist. Her top was a simple mauve colored fabric drawn over the mounds of her breast. “You don't even have to ask.” She purred.

 

Quatre, who sat silently waiting while flipping a dagger in his hand playfully. The fallen angel.

 

Wufei smirked. “You pretty much have the most honorable team already.” He said confidently. He was dressed in a pair of baggy white pants with black Chinese slippers. His top tapered to his sides to fit like a second skin before splitting at each of his hips. Black and white designs wove up the left side of his body, a dragon done in white with an all black backdrop. Colors of mourning.

 

Duo nodded and bowed towards the Chinese teen. He had given the most, had lost the most. “I know, Wufei. Thank you all and I hope you know there is a high possibility you may lose your lives in this upcoming mission. I can't lie to you; I may be the one to end it. But if you follow my orders as directed, you won't have anything to worry about. You are the only ones I trust enough to carry this out to the greatest of your extent.”

 

There was a series of nods.

 

“You are in the care of the God of Death, not even your lives are guaranteed. If you die, be sure to say hello to the Devil for me. Tell him, that I'll see him soon.”

 

 

****

 

Hediki sighed as she slipped on a pair of jeans. How long had it been since she wore a decent pair? No matter. Today she'd go out for the day to track down her allies. Mueller wouldn't even know she was gone. The surveillance cameras were wired and set on a wrap of footage showing her going to the bathroom, sleeping, and reading. That's what her viewers would see for the next sixteen or more hours.

 

With the faded denims on, she slipped on a baggy forest green tank top. Ah, the feel of cotton.

 

Quietly, she slipped out of the window and sprinted across the yard. The sound of a mach truck's horn blared three times further towards the northern exit. She turned direction quickly and went straight towards it. She reached the street within ten minutes.

 

“Bout time.” Talim grumbled. He was leaned against the trailer of the truck casually all decked out in black and leather-a pair of acid washed cargo jeans and a fitting grey long sleeve shirt. In his right hand he clutched a jet black battle stick that was just as long as he was tall. A belt of daggers hung loosely around his hips.

 

“I see you're ready for some action.”

 

“This is how I dressed before we came here.” Talim said noncommittally. “So you wanna see our little group or not?”

 

“Bring them out.”

 

Talim grinned and sent his hand back to knock on the metal surface of the trailer. The clank his knuckles made echoed through the darkness both inside and outside the small space. Shifting could be heard inside. Within minutes agile figures began to disembark.

 

Hediki recognized two out of the four that came out. There was Trowa, an ex mercenary, dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and a sage sweater. No doubt he had over ten weapons hidden somewhere, his body being at least one of them.

 

Zech, tall and sorely misplaced among the darkly clad thieves. He was pale in complexion with long platinum blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He was clean cut, and well put together. Even the baggy cargo jeans and t-shirt he wore seemed deliberate in a sense.

 

“Okay, ladies, introduce yourselves.” Talim called out.

 

The first person to step forward was a man in his early thirties at the latest. His face was riddled with scars and blemishes along with an all white eyeball. His other eyeball held a diamond shaped pupil surrounded by a bright yellow iris. He was dressed in an all black cloak which was opened slightly revealing a fishnet shirt and black pants made of some unknown material.

 

“What's your name?” Hediki asked.

 

The man shifted causing his cloak to open more. Silver glinted as the moonlight caressed down the four foot blade the stranger held in his hand. “Serpent.” The single word was hissed softly and carried on the soft breeze of the night. Hediki felt a small chill go up her back as she stared into the man's eyes.

 

Quickly, to cover up her unease, she looked to the next newcomer. She was built similar to Amazon woman during the 19th-21st century- large breast, powerful legs, smooth skin. She was dressed in a pair of skintight leather pants that laced up the side of each leg and a white button down shirt under a leather coat. Her eyes were piercing blue and slightly almond shape giving away her Asian heritage. Dirty-blonde hair fixed into French twist on either of her shoulders shimmered where she stood. “Sally.” She said simply. Her voice was powerful for a woman's.

 

“I would give you all a little speech on how things go but I'm going just cut to the chase. You fuck up, you die. What I say goes and all that other bullshit.” Hediki called out for them all to hear. “Succeed in your mission and you'll be rewards greatly. We are generous men.” She finished indicating herself and Talim.

 

Talim grinned. “Yeah, yeah, what he said. Oh, and about that `you die' part…I'll be the one to kill you if you chose to fuck up. And I can sustain a person for quite a while before I *let* them die. Well, shall we be off?”

 

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: I wasn't going to make this chapter that long but why not get the recruiting done in one chapter? Its more to read and there really is no concrete reason why I should, right?