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Revolving Peace

Twelfth of February AC 175 (Part Three)

Heero Yuy

"What a delightful prospect! Quite amusing to think about really at one's age. More for the idealistic youth of the day not for us," with a wave of a soft and carefully manicured hand the Earth Military Dignity continued, "Gentlemen of means and class. I have rarely thought of this, this peace you have been considering Mr. Yuy, not seriously at least. Politicians may preach the peace, but I however know that what they speak of, with the current environment is clearly impossible. What can you say about this Mr. Yuy? With the build up of Mobile Suits with the increase of supply, the updated models and the brand new ones included I see little way peace can prevail on Earth as it has done on the colonies. After all we don't have you Mr. Yuy."

Heero smiled slowly at the comments, "Why, sir, peace can be given to all if such people as yourselves and others stopped making Mobile Suits. It is in the hands of Earth to make peace possible for all of their citizens. After all I'm just a mere leader of the colonies, why should I interfere with Earth politics when it is really none of my concern. What have you to say about this, sir?"

The jibe had not gone unnoticed. Earth had been more and more aggressive and not just with in conferences and discussion but outside the political arena. They were targeting colony politicians with a fare bit of malice. The Earth was also openly criticizing the colony's way of life. Heero's comments had been met with not a fare few of titters, sniggers and all out open laughs.

The sir bristled and continued on his tirade against peace. However few were now listening with real interest and gradually people began to drift away from him. Heero excused himself politely but had interrupted his speech. "Sir, I believe a dear old friend is calling me, please excuse me."

As Heero walked away he felt, through did not see the Earth Dignity narrow his eyes into thin slits and target their focus in intense heat and fury towards his back. Keeping his back straight, Heero resisted the urge to shudder with fear.

"I agree with what you are saying, Heero Yuy." The voice was so sudden that Heero was momentarily shook out of his careful reserved passion and position.

"What?" Heero burst out rudely. Shaking his head, Heero amended, "What was I meant was, Pardon? Do you really mean it? So few politicians actually believe in peace. I find very few who would actually admit the fact." He gazed with curiosity at the man with the wild hair do.

The man smiled, through it wasn't a smile with happiness, more one with acknowledgment at the appalling fact. "Yes, I'm not a politician, you see. I'm a scientist Heero Yuy."

"How interesting. But you seem to have me at an advantage, Doctor…?"

"I like to be called Doctor G."

"G? That certainly is unusual. I don't believe I know one of you name. Is that your true name?" Heero knew he was pressing on something and tried as delicately as he could.

"G. You can call me Doctor G. G was a nickname during my university days. As with some of my friends we had different names for each other."

"Very well. Let us continue our conversation. I do believe we can be good allies, if not close friends, Doctor G. I would like to meet your friends some day. From your brief description they sound like entertaining fellows. Perhaps as peace minded as us?"

Quaterine Winner

Quaterine smiled at the festivities. Her features lighting up with emotion, eyes sparkling with joy, which caused not a few to glance at her with pleasure.

"Might I have this dance?" Startled, she lifted her head sharply, eyes widening with surprise. The pupils dilating quickly before returning to their normal shape and size. Pale blonde hair flashed with brilliance as the light of the candles hit Quaterine's hair, the gold birds shining ever brighter. Mouth in a gentle oh, curves into a warm smile.

The small plump man with an inviting grin on his face had a hand placed in front o his body, his slick black hair, when hit by light showed highlights. He was dressed in a white suit, cut to fit his frame.

Quaterine had an immediate liking to this man. Something about his was good. She widened her smile and slowly extended her right hand, twisting it slightly to accommodate the placement of her hand in his hand.

Stepping closer to the man, she answered, "I would love to. I do enjoy dancing. It has been a past time of mine since I was a young girl. My name is Quaterine by the way." Placing a hand on his shoulder, she felt a gloved hand being placed on her waist. The waltz began Quaterine enthusiastically started dancing in tune with this gentleman.

"My name is Instructor H. I am not the best dancer, but you are quite extraordinary." Instructor H spun her around as the music sped up a fraction.

"Why thank you. But you are not the worst dancer. I am pleased with your movements on the dance floor. I can see that you have some skill."

Then Quaterine fell silent and began dancing for the mere pleasure of it. Not just to be polite. The music created feelings in her and they seemed to resonate with in her. The beat, the rhythm echoed through her. All colours of the rainbow spiraled wildly behind her eyes. Ribbons of bright lights swirled and whirled around her body.

The music stopped.

Quaterine opened her eyes and stared into the concerned eyes of Instructor H. Ignoring his concern she stepped back and curtseyed before backing off slightly, the colours still resurfacing with the sounds. Music was every where.

The music started up again. Quaterine saw the bright colours begin to dance again. The lights to flash more brilliantly than ever. Quaterine loved the music. It was the pure form of her emotions. She reveled in the pure pleasure of dancing to the majesty of the moment.

Music was her passion. It was her emotional connection to the world. When it was played, Quaterine felt sane for a moment. While the emotions battle furiously for entry into her mind, the music washed away their residue.

She felt alive.

Leiko Kaida Halifax

"Want to dance," short and clipped, the voice came from behind her. The man, with such a deep voice he had to be a man, was close to her back and she could feel his breath on her neck and back. It was faintly disconcerting. Not particularly unpleasant but different.

Without turning Leiko answered, "No." Heero seemed to be involved in a rapid conversation. Words were being passed between Heero and another man. With many large gestures Heero seemed to be establishing a point.

The man behind her stepped efficiently in front of her, not moving with any grandiose movements, taking care not invade too closely in her personal space, he was none the less there and blocking her view of Heero.

Leiko frowned irritably, and side stepped the man walking a couple paces to the left. After a moments the man followed, but this time kept behind her.

"Miss Halifax. My name is Doctor S. I believe we can come to a agreement." His voice as well as his movements were efficient and to the point.

"Regarding what, Doctor S?" Whatever this man wanted and she has a faint inkling in what it was, she was going to firmly refuse him. Whatever he proposed what bound to be rubbish.

"Regarding OZ, Miss Halifax. I believe that have not to eager to accept peace among the colonies and will want to take action. As I'm sure you know."

Leiko froze, spinning around and glaring in Doctor S's face. "I do know what you mean, Doctor S, but how did you come to know about this fact. It is not common knowledge, even to Heero Yuy." His face was emotionless and through the situation had no call for it she burst out a brief peal of laughter before hurriedly trying to stifle it. The cast over his nose was not supposed to be hilarious but it was! Was all that came out of her reasoning about her sudden burst of laughter. Leiko had always admitted to having a wicked, id unusual sense of humour, at least internally.

Doctor S ignored her laughter. He seemed to be ignoring everything but himself, while not in a conceited way it was mildly annoying. His perfect tone of voice, so even and emotionless. It was measured and precise. His simple bodily movements were focused on the movement themselves and not on anything else. He took in everything. His following her around and she knew that he knew that she was laughing at him. She just did! But he had not lost any of his composure. Leiko through she would never admit it out loud was grateful. Her loss of composure, even for such a brief moment was not a thing she wanted to be stirred with. It was a rather delicate subject.

"I have contacts. I believe that we may be sharing some similar contacts. They have given us the same information. This disturbing information about OZ and their ambitious plans." Doctor S's voice also betrayed nothing. He was remote as ever, and Leiko admired him for it however as much she distrusted him.

"Yes. Let's talk. This is very important. If you have any information with Heero Yuy, you will give it to me, understand?"

"I understand Miss Halifax."

"Nodding sharply Leiko replied, "Good."

Doctor J

"Ah! What a pleasure to see you, old chum!" A thick, fat hand slammed into J's back and in his shock J stepped forward once. Who in heaven's name, could this be? He wondered, turning around and staring into the red and sweating face of a grinning man.

"Yes," J replied in his dry tone, scanning his memory for this man's identity, he came up with a blank. J did not recall ever meeting this man. Trying to make the best of this situation J spoke up once more, intent on finding out this man's name without too much attention being placed upon him or too much interest. J was here for a reason and he couldn't make a scene, it could jeopardize the mission, "I will - "

The man with the red face spun slightly to the side, grabbing a vessel filled with intoxicating liquid, he then proceed to gulp down half of the contents and in the process spilling the rest own the many folds of his flushed neck and onto his thick silk crimson shirt. It seemed who ever dressed this man knew how he drank.

The fat man's body swaying out of tune to the music wandered off, his travels taking him side to side much to the distress of many. J's gaze followed the man for a time as he caused trouble and discomfort for the guests. He also seemed to have no reservation with sculling as many glasses of alcohol as he could get his hands on. What a disgusting creature, J though.

A tall, impressively muscled man with a stoic expression on his face, if you could it an expression. Was dancing gracefully if formally and with controlled, thought out movements stepped out from his partner's quite possessive grasp and bowing in a mix of western and eastern style then he excused himself. The man, with his cleanly shaven dome head, strode in the direction of J with the pure elegance of a martial artist and presented himself to J.

"J. I see that you are here, as are the others." The voice, with the slight trace of accent that never left his tone no matter how long he practiced, was soft and careful. It also was directed so deliberately and mindfully that only J could have heard it.

"They are indeed O. This has been quite a turn out." And not only for their side, J added inside his mind.

"Yes."

The two men turned and faced the dance floor, watching the dancing of the Earth's and Colony's elite dance through the difficult dance. With varying degrees of success among the couples.

Mission accomplished, J thought grimly, but the next mission was another question.

Heero Yuy had to live the year out.

Would they complete this mission? Or would it be a failure?

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