...A woman's Work...
aka Gundam Girlz
Part two.
By Quicksylver
Standard Disclaimers apply. Warnings: Shoujo ai hints, ummm... mild stuff.
Enjoy!
The bright summer sun shone in through the majestic windows of the huge library in beautiful beams that created an ever-changing kaleidoscope of shadow and light. The seven pilots sat around the large redwood table that stood like a monument in the centre of the impressive room. Duo was the first to break the thick silence.
"This is like some weird episode of the twilight zone" he sighed, his shoulders drooping as he leaned his chin against the palms of his hands.
The others all agreed, this was certainly a precarious situation. Heero sat stock still, staring at their female named Trowa with a cold stare. He didn't know exactly what was going on and he hated not knowing. He had been trained on facts, on statistics and only knew how to deal with those things. This, however, did not fall under any of those categories and that made him wary. The tall redhead was matching him stare for stare, somehow she did not seem afraid or if she did it was hidden behind her unreadable expression.
While the others threw theory after theory across the table he kept silent, observing it all. It has to be the orb; he pondered as Quatre fingered the broken shards across from him. Dr. J had evaded his questioning about the orb, saying only that it was an important find, too valuable to remain in OZ hands. Like the soldier he was he accepted that hands down. Heero no baka, he scolded himself, you should have demanded to know more.He continued to berate himself inwardly when he realized that all speech had ceased around the table. He looked up to see Quatre's jaw all but lying on the table. He followed the braided pilot's line of sight to the doorway and his eyes widened visibly.
Standing in the massive doorway was a slim serious girl with spiky dark brown hair and cold blue eyes. Wearing a fitted green sleeveless jersey and a pair of black tights she stood in the doorway for a while, taking in the sight in front of her with a raised eyebrow, looking at each pilot in turn. When she got Heero her eyes narrowed as she administered the same glare he was infamous for.
"Helen?" Quatorce broke the staring competition before it got too intense.
The dark haired girl turned towards the blonde for some kind of explanation. The blonde simply shrugged, choosing to tackle the minor subjects first. She turned to the still shocked gundam pilots and began the introductions.
"Helen Yuy... meet Quatre Raberba Winner, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Wufei Chang and Heero Yuy... " She sounded off, " guys ...meet Helen Yuy... pilot of Wing Zero."
Helen nodded curtly, her gaze still cautious but surprisingly not too shocked. She was about to speak when a shout echoed through the outside hall. Suddenly a slim smiling bishoujo came bounding through the open door only to freeze at the sight that greeted her. Her violet eyes widened to the size of saucers as she stopped mid sentence.
The boys could only stare once more as the beautiful girl clothed in a knitted black midriff top, a short black jacket and a pair of black denim peddle pushers skidded to a halt next to Helen, her thick chestnut braid thumping on her back from the sudden stop. She brought a hand up to smack her forehead as she caught sight of Duo who all but mirrored her expression.
"I need a drink" she blinked her large violet eyes, suddenly turning on her heels to stalk out of the room.
Wufei shook his head at her retreat while Duo could only mouth soundless words like a landed fish. Quatre looked with silent question to his female counterpart; pointedly ignoring the withering gazes sparking between the deadly Wing Zero pilots. As the blonde girl was about to speak the female Trowa turned and left quietly, motioning them to follow with a nod of her head.
As they piled out of the library Heero felt the burn of a cobalt blue gaze on his back. He had been trying to convince himself that it was some kind of joke, a trick.. Female counterparts! That was a new one. But the appearance of Helen Yuy had changed all of that. She was his mirror image. Other than a few physical differences, they were the same. He could see it in her eyes; those eyes were like looking into a mirror. The cold determination, the stoic indifference, all the things he saw when he looked within himself. It was creepy how different you view yourself when you're looking from the outside.
The pilgrimage from the library to the Rec. room was long and awkward. Everyone was either still too jolted to talk or could find nothing to say. Said Rec. room was just a few doors down, sporting a cozy decor and massive sound entertainment centre and well stocked bar which was being raided by the braided bishoujo at the very moment they walked in.
"Dana!" Quatorce exclaimed as the chestnut haired girl poured a substantial amount of sherry into a glass tumbler.
The girl named Dana just shrugged and gulped the burning liquid down her throat in one go. As she poured another she looked up into the disapproving glares of her teammates.
"A bird can't fly on one wing y'know." She grinned devilishly, quickly emptying the second glass.
Duo chuckled, he knew full well what she meant and had a sudden craving for some instant courage as well. This was like some bad dream that he just couldn't wake up from. As Quatorce played hostess once more, introducing everyone; he strolled up to the bar and smiled. With a knowing grin she smiled back and poured him a glass, no questions asked. I think I like this girl, he admitted as he sat on one of the fire engine red high swivel stools that had been mounted next to the counter.
Dana Maxwell watched the boy next to her sip his liquor in awe as the gundam pilots recounted the amazing story of their arrival once more. She knew that stuff like this happened. Lord knows we been though some freaky stuff before because of the Abbadon Tower* but nothing quite like this. She looked at Duo and then to Heero with an expression of slight amusement. The Japanese boy had perfect soldier written all over him. Just like Hel-chan, she mused as the boy brooded in a corner.
She looked to her koi who all but mirrored the dismal expression and almost laughed out loud. She wondered if the two pilots were a couple as well. She also wondered if Duo also had to put up with that annoying laptop as well. Helen clings to that damned thing like it's a vibrator or something, like it gives her pleasure. She shook her head... that was not a comforting thought to entertain.
A voice called her out of her reverie. Everyone was looking to her. She blinked and Quatorce sighed.
"You weren't paying attention were you Dana?"
She chuckled and put her hands up. "My bad" she apologized.
Both Heero and Helen Hn'd at the same time and looked at each other accusingly. She giggled and bade them to kindly repeat what she had missed. When they got to the end she pondered the situation.
"Well I think I may know what's going on..." she began when suddenly, something occurred to her.
"Are you Chang Wufei?" she asked.
Wufei nodded, he had almost forgotten that he was supposed to be dead in this world... almost.
"How do you guys know him?" Heero demanded. He was just as curious as the others were about this mystery.
Helen was about to utter a scathing remark when a voice came from the doorway.
"W... Wufei?" it said, uncertain and female.
They all looked up. A tall Chinese girl stood staring as Wufei stood slowly. She was dressed in a red short sleeved jersey that read: Enter the Dragon and a pair of white training pants with a practice katana hanging limply in her hands. Her long ebony hair was pulled into a high ponytail that cascaded down her back.A heavy silence descended upon the room as the two Chinese gazed into each other's eyes.
Wufei felt the room spinning and could only utter one word as he fainted,
"Meiran"
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A blue bird sang sweetly just outside of the open French windows, filling the large bedroom. Delicate fingers played with the worn edges of the faded black and white printout. Crystal blue eyes stared at the image, now deteriorating from constant folding and unfolding out the computer print.
Intense eyes glared back from under dark bangs as the slim teen in the picture stood shackled between two Oz guards. The picture had been taken some time ago. The beholder smiled. So beautiful, even when faced with such danger. The picture was folded and placed in a breast pocket for safekeeping. A determined voice called to the servant who stood ready outside the large doors.
"Peagan" the tenor voice called.
An old man dressed to the nines stuck his head through the doorway.
"Yes Mister Milliardo?" he waited
The blonde boy stood and flung his platinum locks over his shoulder with a melodramatic sweep that almost made the old man laugh.
"Fetch the limo... we're going on a trip" the boy commanded.
The aging man nodded and left to make the arrangements. Milliardo Peacecraft walked over to the open windows and smiled at the singing bird. We're destined to be together oh my beautiful Helen Yuy, you and I are soul mates, he smiled to himself, ...and when I make you see that... nothing's ever going to keep us apart.
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C'mon people... what do you think?
you knew that one was coming didn't you?
it was too great a temptation too resist
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