SHIN KIDOU SENKI GUNDAM WING

SAINAN NO KEKKA: OMAKE!

ICHI

Catherine watched as Trowa did some elaborate leaps and somersaults, agilely dodging the knives she threw at him with deadly accuracy. If it had been anyone else, they would be dead by now. This performance required split-second timing, and though it thrilled the crowd, it scared them as well. All it would take was one mistake, and Trowa would die. There was no second chance.

Catherine aimed the final dagger at his chest, throwing it with dead-on accuracy.

In the crowd, a fan girl got up and shrieked: "Trowa, you have the best ass!"

Naturally enough, this distracted the former pilot of 03. He turned to look at the girl (who had now vanished back into the crowd), forgetting about the dagger heading for his heart.

THUMP!

"Uh-oh," Catherine said.

NI

He blushed. Catherine was an unrepentant matchmaker, and seemed to think that finding the perfect girlfriend for her beloved brother was a wonderful past time. So far Trowa had fought her in his own quiet way, but both of them knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in. He could deny her nothing. She was the first person who had ever loved him, and he returned her love with a fierce love that was close to obsession. Trowa's world revolved around making her happy.

"I didn't notice," he said after a moment. "They don't really know me- do you notice the men who stare at you?"

"Yup," she replied with a wink. "When those guys aren't gazing at you lustfully, they make do with me."

SAN

"Trowa," she said, her usually mischievous soprano serious. He noted her unusual behavior, and looked up through his bang, his expression slightly concerned. "Is something wrong?"

"Are you happy, Trowa?" she asked.

To her amazement, he broke into a chorus of the "Happy Happy Joy Joy" song from Ren and Stimpy.

YON

He hadn't seen the other pilot emerge from the shadows.

"Where are you going?"

Cobalt blue eyes gleamed at him.

"None of your business."

"I knew you would say that."

Wufei couldn't resist. He pulled out a tarot deck and handed it to the Wing pilot. "My regular psychic has laryngitis, and I wasn't able to get my weekly reading done. Could you…?"

Heero took the deck. "I see a long journey…."

GO

She lunged forward, her fencing foil racing towards her opponent's heart. He managed to parry her first blow, then the second, and the next, but in the fast flurry of exchanges, she finally managed to snap his foil hard, knocking it free.

Raising her mask, Dorothy looked at the man who had been her opponent with scorn. "Weak!" she declared. Tossing her long hair back, she glared once, then spun around, storming off.

What she wasn't expecting was the man to race over, pick up the foil, and skewer her through the back like a shishkabob.

The man pushed his mask up, and gleeful blue eyes peered down at Dorothy, who was lying in a pool of her own blood. "Turnabout is fair play," Quatre Raberba Winner said.

ROKU

The results of that escapade had landed her in Oz's most uncomfortable prison cell. She had been rather unhappy about that, but luckily for her, she had managed to escape during the chaos of a Gundam attack. She had returned to her L2 colony, and took the salvage business her aunt had been running before the occupation by Oz had forced her to leave. Two weeks later Duo showed up, with no explanations, and moved in with her like he had the right to. There was something almost charming about his quirky assurance and he'd be welcome. By all rights, she should have thrown him out, but being with him made her feel alive.

Her musing was interrupted by a cheerful voice calling her name.

"Hilde! Hilde!"

She turned around, only to be met be the most dreaded sight known to mankind.

A purple dinosaur stood there with its arms outstretched. "I love you!"

NANA

There was only one thing in the world that Relena Peacecraft really hated, and that one thing happened to be the former Gundam pilot known as Heero Yuy.

Everything else she could handle. Politicians bent before her like soft grass in a breeze. Servants and underlings bowed to her every wish. Affairs of state were flowing along smoothly, and she was enjoying a nice long break from work in her summer home on the Cinq River. Heero drove her insane.

Regardless, it wasn't that far a drive, but still…. it was the principle of the situation.

She sat in the back seat of a car, squirming against the white jacket Heero had put her in. "Heero, get me OUT of this!"

Heero looked at her in the rearview mirror. "Hush, Relena. The asylum is only another five miles."

HACHI

He'd have preferred seppuku, but that would have required someone else to be present, and he had wanted to die alone. There was a dagger that Doctor J had given him for this very purpose, still sheathed in its leather case. He had never taken it out, had never felt the need. Before, there had always been the self-destruct button.

This was different. This was a conscious choice, personal. He would have to slide the blade into his own flesh, watch as the blood pooled around him and as he slid slowly into painful oblivion.

All this he knew.

He positioned the point above his heart and lifted the dagger high, then thrust it into his chest.

Two minutes later the door opened, and Relena raced in. "Heero! What are-" she began, then looked down. "Drat! I knew I shouldn't have let Dorothy talk me into that extra game of Risk!"

KYU

Duo tightened his hold on her, lowering his head so that their eyes were inches apart. "Dump Chris and I will sweep you off your feet!" he promised, proceeding to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder with easy strength.

She squealed as she felt her short shirt ride up. "Put me DOWN!" she protested, a hand automatically trying to keep her skirt from displaying all her wares.

Her struggling unbalanced him, and he staggered, forgetting exactly where they were. "Stop squirming!" he said desperately, but it was too late. The two teens fell over the cliff together.

JUU

The messenger had arrived late morning, wordlessly handing her a thick vellum envelop with a wax seal that had been imprinted with the elaborate series of triangle that represented the Preventers before hurriedly departing. Breaking it open, she hastily perused its contents, then bolted for the door, ready to do battle.

She must had set a record, for it took her less then fifteen minutes to find her way to Lady Une's office. Pounding once on the entry, she threw the heavy oak door open and started in, tossing the message on the cherry wood desk.

Une hadn't been surprised to see her. Frank brown eyes assessed the Chinese woman before Une spoke. "Is something wrong, General Po?" she asked in a mild voice.

Sally tried to keep from flinching, but failed to do so. "That's just it! Brigadier General? My Lady, I am a doctor! If you HONESTLY expect me to give up all the years I spent in medical school, the LEAST you can do is make me a Lieutenant General."

JUU-ICHI

"DUO!"

Quatre looked up from the financial papers he was reviewing. "Wasn't that suppose to be a 'WHAM'?" he asked no one in particular. The fights were so common that the other pilots were able to predict exactly what would happen.

Wufei nodded. "Duo must have done something even more annoying then usual, if that's possible," he said in an irritated voice. "Anyone want to take a bet on how much longer it is between Heero starts threatening to kill him?"

"Two minutes," Trowa said.

"Thirty seconds," Quatre said.

"Now," Wufei said, just as Heero bellowed his familiar "Omae o korosu!" Quatre giggled, and the door slammed open. Duo careened around the corner, laughing madly, agilely avoiding every one of Heero's attempts to grab him by the braid and strangle him.

Duo's luck finally ran out, and Heero cornered him. "Ah… Heero! Where's your sense of humor?" he asked.

"Right here," Heero said, pulling out his gun.

The others moved to intervene, but it was too late. Heero pulled the trigger.

Duo went tumbling backwards as the projectile struck him in the chest.

"Ah!!!!" he yelled. "A pink paintball! YOU know how hard it is to get this OUT? This outfit is SILK, man!"

"Well, Relena likes pink," Heero said. "I think she'd approve."

JUU-NI

Using his key, he entered cautiously, worried about possible traps. Carefully he worked his way over to her desk, and jimmied open the lock on one of her doors.

Hard copies. Lady Une didn't keep any of her truly personal information in a machine, as a skilled hacker could access it. Pulling out the files, he started to rifle through them until he found what he was looking for.

His green eyes widened in disbelief. This couldn't POSSIBLY be right. The thick files laid out all the information in crystal-clear detail. Yet his mind refused to accept it.

"My God," he whispered. "Milliardo Peacecraft is a natural blonde?"

Remember, if you kill me, SNK won't be finished!

*QS quickly sneaks off*

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