Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Revelations ❯ Inner Torture ( Chapter 2 )

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Revelations
by V-Star
~Part 2~
"Inner Torture"

Toshiro sighed as he ran his fingers slowly over his handgun. Almost done with target practice....
Raising his gun so that it pointed at the target ahead of him, which rested just 25 feet away.
BANG!
The bullet zoomed from his gun and made contact with the target's center, a perfect bull's eye.
Toshiro smiled. He wasn't a Gundam Pilot for nothing. He might be 15 years old but, dammit, he was one of the best pilots Libra2 had! Well.....maybe the second best....next to Lenette.....
Lenette.....god he was worried about her....why had he let her go? Damn.....
Toshiro constantly found himself struggling with the fact that Lenette was so young. She was so feisty in comparison to many of the girls he knew both from the Earth and on the ship. Hell, how could she be 12? It wasn't fair that she had to become a warrior at such a young age....damn....
Toshiro's laptop beeped signaling him to check his e-mail.
"Oh! It's from Lenette!" Toshiro exclaimed happily, as he turned the anti-gravity off and floated into the next room.

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Dear Toshiro,
I'm doing just fine here. Don't worry, I'll bring Shinju some more bears....-_-
Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine here.
As for the hotpants, I brought 'em so, nah nah! ^_^
Love,
Lenette M.
P.S. I hope you're not coming after me....... -_o
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Toshiro sighed, half-peacefully, half-remorsefully. He really wished that Lenette wouldn't shove herself into such revealing clothes all the time. It didn't flatter her 12 year old body very much. Toshiro often considered Lenette as a younger sister to him.....yet, he had a younger sister, one whom he was close to....so what was his emotional connection to Lenette? It wasn't something he had ever felt for anybody else, so Toshiro wasn't really sure.....hmmm....
Why did he feel so protective of her? He was 15 and she a mere 12, so it was impossible that he was in love with her.....still.....what did he feel for her if it wasn't love?
Toshiro decided to draft a response.
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Dear Lenette,
Thanks for agreeing to look after my sister's wishes. She is such a child! -_-
I hope you're not going to wear those stupid hotpants while on a mission.....they make you look to...
Well, Nevermind how they make you look, just don't wear them! '*o*'
I hope Deathscythe Hell-Sama is doing okay with all the new technology you added to it.
Don't go getting into any shoot out with my father....he's naturally suspicious, remember?
E-mail me a longer response next time,
Love,
Toshiro Yui (001W2)
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Toshiro hastily read over his message and then, upon reflection, decided to modify the last line.
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Sincerely,
Tosh iro Yui
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Chang Wufei tossed restlessly in his bed as he attempted to sleep. His dreams had been tormenting him ever since last week's battle with a new Mobile Suit prototype, so it was safe to say he hadn't been feeling very well rested lately. Rolling over onto his back, Wufei faced the ceiling, wondering what to do.
His dreams had been haunted by a mysterious and beautiful image of a Chinese woman. He wasn't sure why the image had scared him so, but he found himself waking up trembling every night, a cold sweat dripping down his smooth face. It had been so tonight, he had woken up shaking with a strange fear.
The woman was tall and slender with beautiful long black hair, on which the softness was visible. She was on her knees, extending her hands up to him, begging him for something. The woman had gorgeous oriental eyes, which sparkled with tears in his dreams, tears that were so pure and clear looking that Wufei wanted to cry himself when he saw her. The woman appeared every night, each time whispering words to him in Chinese, begging him for something which he always forgot when he woke up.
What scared Wufei the most, was that even though this woman haunted him, and brought him fear, he wanted to see her. It was the most unusual thing, having a gorgeous Chinese woman linger in his dreams every night, sitting there in a ripped sky blue dress, crying. Wufei found himself wondering who this woman was….was she friend or enemy? Was she someone he would meet? This had to be a sign of something…something he wasn't able to trace. Damn it, there was something familiar about her, something he wished he could remember.
Wufei exhaled, closing his eyes, and drifting off to a sleep which he could only hope was more peaceful.
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Left low block, right punch, right kick, turn…..

A tall Chinese woman ran through her formations gracefully, practicing for the fifth hour in a row. She was slender, and had her shiny black hair held back in two buns, one on either side of her head. She was dressed in black gi, with a black belt tied tightly around her waist. It was nighttime, and she was outside of an oriental looking wooden dojo, surrounded by bushes and trees, feet skimming across the grass.

Lifting two elongated katanas over her shoulder, the young woman walked slowly inside the dojo, smiling to herself.

"You don't stand a chance, Chang Wufei…..I will have my revenge."

END OF PART 2