Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ III - J - Politics as Usual 2 ( Chapter 25 )

“Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation”

How these 4 s-words are intertwined with one another

By Masamune Reforged

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Gundam characters, they are the property of Bandai, Sunrise or someone else, but not me. I use them for no-profit whatsoever, but for entertainment's gain.

Warnings: Yaoi (including graphic lemon, multiple but 1x2 and 3x4 as main pairing) cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, sanity.

 

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Part J of “In the Concrete Jungle”, Page III in the s4 arc.

“Politics as Usual - Zabi Investigation into Secret Metro City Group”

 

“You asked to see me, President Garma?”

 

“You don't need to call me `President', Gihren. I'm your younger brother for crying out loud.”

 

“You're still the President Elect of this country.” Gihren remains stiff and formal. There are no guards or anyone else in the President's personal office, but he is not one to take chances. The walls too may have ears. They learned from Richard Nixon.

 

“Gihren, the only reason I'm president and you aren't is because I have a pretty face, am single, and that somehow goes a long way with the female voters.”

 

“You are also a great leader.”

 

“Please! I got father's charisma; you got his brains. And I'm still not sure if I should be happy or jealous because of that... Though, somehow, I also happened to come out good-looking. Must have been from mom.”

 

“May I ask why you called me, P-... Garma?”

 

Gihren is always strictly business. As the Vice-President, more is demanded from him on a daily basis than from his younger brother. No press conferences, makeup sessions, flights abroad or diplomatic meetings mean that he has more time to pursue his carefully drafted objectives. An observant insider would say that Gihren is more crucial to the running of the nation than President Garma.

 

“A foreign threat, Gihren,”

 

“Threat? I've not received news of any threats,” Gihren replies.

 

Garma Zabi turns around in his swivel chair. He is a very handsome man. His violet tinted hair frames his still boyish face in a way that makes women swoon. His eyes are large and an enchanting purple, accented by long black lashes. His chin, nose and cheeks are perfect, surgically made so. He is not a tall man, but he has a serious, fiery demeanor that demands respect. He is the youngest president ever, and well-supported by the allies of his father, a great statesman of the past.

 

“The Kindred of the Order, for one,” Garma says darkly.

 

“Aren't they nothing more than a rich gentleman's club for noble families?” Gihren rolls his eyes. He has heard the rumors about this secret, supposedly all-powerful group that has controlled much of history from the shadows. He believes almost none of it.

 

“Do you know that Adolf Hitler was one of their members?” Garma asks.

 

“I've heard rumors, but it's never been verified conclusively.” Gihren dismisses the legend for what it is.

 

“How about the material evidence showing that George W. Bush was also one of their members?” Garma offers.

 

“I have seen that classified information before,” Gihren admits. “But it is also said that he was kept largely in the dark about the Order's real issues, whatever that fraternity cockypop is all about in the first place...”

 

“Trying to establish a so-called superior race, invading all of Europe, distributing the AIDs virus to `inferiors' and trying to gain control of the Middle East. Do you know what people would do if they found out one group was behind all of that?” Garma asks.

 

“Even if it were true, how is that applicable now?” Gihren only cares about that, the now.

 

“I have been approached by several foreign diplomats about recent developments. It seems that the Order is abandoning Europe in an effort to make their base here, in our country.” Garma is getting hot under the collar. His impassioned speeches and hasty actions are coaxed by the flames in his heart.

 

“Who, if I may ask, are your sources for that information?” Gihren asks coldly.

 

“An insider in the French government and a high-ranking intelligence officer from Japan. They claim that an ally of the Order is involved with Titan Entertainment Corporation.”

 

“Do they have proof connecting any person from Titan to this group?” Gihren asks, already knowing the answer. Garma would have ordered a special task force to capture such a suspect. His little brother was always overanxious to prove himself.

 

“No, not yet at least...” Garma frowns. “Which is exactly why I feel an investigation of our own is necessary.”

 

“Have you spoken with the Minister of Intelligence, Char Aznable?” Gihren asks. He is still not sure why his younger brother is wasting his time on a matter that probably does not require anything deviating from standard protocol.

 

“Something tells me to take a different approach on this one.” Garma shrugs airily. “I was hoping to get your advice on how to create the investigative team.”

 

Gihren hesitates. If it was a direct order, if it was an official request, he had no choice. His duty bound him to aid his little, inferior brother. Was Garma giving him a chance to back out, or was this a direct order in disguise? It was a question of semantics. Gihren hated semantics...

 

“Yes,” Gihren sighs. It's best to be safe rather than sorry. “Off the top of my head, I'd recommend captain Murrue Ramius of the Air Force and Li-”

 

“Oh, could I actually ask you to hold that thought for another time?” Garma suddenly asks, smiling brightly. “I've almost forgotten, I need to meet with the Ambassador from the International Red Cross, make sure we're not torturing people too much, you know. But get that ready for me as soon as possible, the investigative team that is. Thank you, Gihren.”

 

Gihren bites his tongues. He is left to do the work again. It is politics as usual.

 

-end Part J of “In the Concrete Jungle”

Page III in Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation

 

Next: “Frontpage: Dermail resigns, Kushrenada to stand in as mayor?”

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ID Notes:

Garma Zabi- The youngest of the Zabis that rule Zeon, the space-based nation in the original Mobile Suit Gundam. He is a young, charismatic, popular leader, but his youth also has its drawbacks. Here he is the president of the nation, just entering his second year of a five year term.

 

Gihren Zabi- One of Garma's older brothers, also from Mobile Suit Gundam. Gihren is as dry and boring as a piece of blank paper, but he's cunning and quite smart.

 

Murrue Ramius is a character in Gundam SEED, a female officer in the military. She'll appear later...

 

Note: I really didn't like writing this chapter... but it needed to get some attention, otherwise later on there'd be a “where the fuck did that come from?” moment. I also needed to introduce the President and Vice President at some point.

 

All that political banter wasn't my opinion, I'm just trying to set up the Order for future installments. Who knows? Some of the shit you see in the news today makes you wonder about the people running the world...