SHIN KIDOU SENKI GUNDAM WING

SAINAN NO KEKKA: OMAKE!

ICHI

"Are you still mine, my Lady?" he would whisper, and she would turn her head, hopping to catch a glimpse of his much-beloved face, yet the shadows would obscure his features. She would feel his hands on her waist, icy with the chill of death. She knew that if she leaned back into his embrace, he would take her with him, yet she couldn’t let go. She loved him too much. She needed to protect the world he had created. Love hurt. God, it hurt.

It hurt so much that she collapsed to the ground, only noticing too late the silver knife sticking through her chest.

She turned around to find Treize's ghost looking reprovingly at her. "Really, Une," he said, "If you want to be dead with me so much, why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

NI

"There was a break-in at Preventers Head Quarters last night. Apparently a reporter managed to infiltrate our ranks." Une felt herself go white. "What office did he get into?" she demanded.

"Yours," Sally said grimly.

"Oh my God- did he find-" Une asked in horror, unable to complete the thought.

Sally became even more serious. "Yes. He found that video tape of you in the karaoke bar."

"It's YOUR fault- YOU were the one who recorded it!"

"Well, Noin was the one who thought it'd be funny to get you drunk!"

"But you helped her!"

"Well, I wasn't the one who chose to sing, 'Friends in Low Places!'"

SAN

"I don't understand," he said, looking up. Wing was staring at him, frozen against the red neon lights in the distance. "What's this got to do with you?"

The other boy blinked. He was silent for a long moment, the rain pelting both of them, dripping from Wing's long hair and running down Darkflight's forehead.

"I don't know," Wing said at last. He pressed a hand to his head. "I can't...I can't remember. It's all so hazy..."

Suddenly his eyes unfocused and he began to speak in a trancelike voice. "And the stars show that tomorrow you will be kidnapped by a dreadful monster of darkness and taken to his secret hideout..."

YON

Duo sat in his math class, throwing spitballs at the wall. It was tempting to actually throw them at other people, but he knew that it would catch up with him. The last time he had created mischief -starting a food fight in the cafeteria, he had ended up with a plateful of jello in his hair- the strawberry kind.

Sad that one of the world’s most renown terrorists is reduced to attacking with spit-balls instead of a beam laser, he thought in amusement. Beam lasers are a touch more predictable though, his thoughts continued with a mental wince as one of his projectiles hit the clock and bounced onto the floor, narrowly avoiding the class representative. Close call.

"Mr. Maxwell!" Came the harsh voice of his teacher over his shoulder. "Fifty points from Gryffindor!"

GO

"What will happen when the public gets a hold of the names?" Quatre wondered aloud, but Bartlett took it as a direct question.

1 The man levelled a gaze on his employer that spoke volumes for how much he thought of Quatre's intelligence. "Riots, public outcry, the usual. Hopefully the governments of the world have stabilized enough to maintain peace, but if not..." The older man shrugged. "We have the contingency plans prepared already, Mr. Winner. The Winner Group will weather this as it always has. We are an eternal force of nature."

Suddenly a whirlwind filled the room and blew Quatre away. Bartlett sighed. "Maybe my metaphor was a little too strong for this hour in the morning."

ROKU

"I hide nothing," she intoned calmly for the fifth time. Camera bulbs flashed in her face and she resisted the urge to spin around and bolt back into the safety of one of the many myriad hidden rooms of the palace. "I was not aware of the need to reveal the identities of the pilots to the public."

"Isn't that hiding, Lady Peacecraft?"

"I call it protecting, rather."

"You wish to protect murderers?"

Relena flashed a brilliant, sultry smile at the camera. "Well..." she purred, "dangerous men are just so...SEXY."

NANA

Une snorted. "The pilots aren't children, no matter what their chronological ages may be. I only know where Quatre Raberba Winner and Trowa Barton are- the other three disappeared into the general population, and to be honest with you, I let them."

Sally raised an eyebrow. "You let them?" she asked in surprise. "You let three of the most dangerous terrorists humanity has ever produced vanish?"

"Of course I damn well did! YOU try telling Heero Yuy he can't do something when he has that goddamn gun pointed at your head and someone put him back on the "Omae o Korosu" track!"

HACHI

"In war, people die. Ignore that for now," Sally advise quietly. "What we need to concentrate on is Banks. He caused this, and we have to react. Part of the mission statement for the Preventers is to promote peace. Banks is hardly doing that. He broke his oath as a Preventer, so we can have a military trial. A court martial, at the very least."

Une snorted. "His loyalties were never with us to start with."

"No, but it’s the excuse we can use to make sure we can keep him in our custody."

Une nodded. "Would you do me a tremendous favor?" she asked in a sweet voice.

Sally slanted her a wary look. Une rarely asked for anything; usually she outright demanded. If she was asking, it meant trouble. "What is it?" she wanted to know.

Une looked worried. "Can you run to the store and get me some breath mints? My stash ran out and that garlic pizza I ate for lunch just isn't agreeing with me."

KYU

"And Noin?"

She couldn't help but look up at him, towards that deceptively casual tone of voice. His face was hard, and all trace of humor had vanished.

"This is your last chance to talk," he said coldly. "If you do not give me the information my commander seeks, I will be forced to use other methods to gain that information. This colony is no longer under the control of the Terran government, and we may do whatever we want with you. Do you understand?"

Noin blinked at him and then fumbled in her pocket and stuck her hearing aid back in her ear. "Excuse me? You'll have to repeat that. I didn't get that the first time."

JUU

"Dorothy...have you ever considered going back to being a soldier?"

"NO," she repeated firmly, "That part of my life is over, Milliard, and I'm not going back to what I was. I've changed now. I can't go back."

"Can't or won't?"

She paused. "What do you mean?"

"Look...I know you're the heiress to a massive fortune and title. You belong in the upper echelons of society, and your family must be pressuring you to act the part, right? Am I correct? They want you to become a lady and attend social functions and marry a nice young man. Right?"

"No, actually," Dorothy said mournfully, "My father actually wanted me to become a stripper and my mother wanted me to be the next Amazon queen. It was a hard life."

JUU-ICHI

"What is it?" he asked quietly. The ringmaster stood over him, his face tense. Trowa hadn’t seen him look so worried since the war- obviously something was wrong. "Is Catherine ok?" he demanded, his sister his first concern.

"She’s fine, Trowa," the ringmaster rushed to reassured him. "However, I have some very bad news."

He handed over a newspaper and clicked on the light. After letting his eyes adjust, Trowa scanned the article. "This is bad," he said mildly.

"I know," replied the ringmaster glumly. "But that's not the worst of it. They've put up yaoi fanfiction sites on the internet about you."

Trowa looked reflective. "That's not so bad," he said finally. "Just make sure they charge for admission...I'm more expensive than the other pilots, you know."

JUU-NI

"Sometimes the truth is better left hidden. What about the pilots? Do you realize you’ve just destroyed the lives of five young men? What about their right to privacy?" Po retaliated viciously.

"They gave up that right the first time they stepped into a cockpit of a Gundam," Banks said, convinced that he had been in the right. "Besides, they are just genetically engineered mutants who were merely pawns in the game."

"You're right," said Sally, transforming into Magneto from X-Men. "But you're too late, human! Welcome to the future!"

This is all Gerald's fault. *smirk* And you THOUGHT he didn't have a sense of humor...

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