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Trouble |
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Part Ten |
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Highjinks Arc: Instigator |
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by Liewe |
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Rated R for language and sexual situations! <><><><><><><> "Insufferable woman!" Wufei growled as he stormed into the locker rooms. "Who does she think she is? Green hair! Childish!" He dropped his gear on the bench, ignoring the snickering man seated behind him. "And that temper. That woman needs to be taught a lesson. She needs to learn respect," he muttered as angrily tore his clothes off, his fingers fumbling with the buttons and ties in his anger. "I take it you met her." Trowa said cutting short Wufei's rant. "Not going to be so easy now is it?" Trowa asked and almost laughed out loud at the half strangled grunt that escaped Wufei's lips. A small part of him was happy to see someone else so unruffled by Midii's presence. He couldn't help but smirk at this comrade's discomfit. Wufei glared at him before heading off into the showers. Trowa almost cackled with glee as he thought of the money he would win in the betting pool they had going. "30 credits on Wufei going 'insane' with 10 to 1 odds," he said with a self-satisfied air. "Money in the bag." <><><><><><><> "You can't seriously mean that you're going to spar with Wufei, he's been in training longer than anyone of us. At least where martial arts are concerned." Duo asked incredulously. "I said I was going to spar with him, I never said I was going to spar with him in the ring. I'll beat him at my game," she said softly as she settled back in her chair. Her fingers running over the desk taking delight in the feeling that it was all hers. "I don't think that's what he meant." "Well, it's not my fault now is it. He expressed doubts about my abilities, and my abilities aren't your average grunts abilities. I may not be able to beat him in hand to hand combat, but then I never excelled in that. A battle of wits though," she shrugged. "You know Midii, at times you really are just heartless. Do you see everyone but yourself as grunts?" "Shit, no I didn't mean it that way." She said, backpedaling as fast as she could. "Yes you did or you wouldn't have said it." "Can you blame me?" "Yes I damn well can. I was in no way a grunt during that war. I was a Gundam pilot and I am highly trained. All of the Gundam pilots were, you had to be to survive." He turned his back on her his anger radiating off of him in waves. "Yes but you had a machine to rely on, all I had was my wits. More often than not I was dropped off and told to infiltrate enemy territory with nothing but the clothes on my back. I wasn't allowed to take anything more than blades because the risk of me having a different kind of gun was too great. Start firing something other than what is general issue and they know your location." She tried to go to him to hug him, to offer him a silent apology but he shrugged her off. "Just what were you during the war?" he finally asked, still turned away from her. "I...I...was a spy." She whispered, head hung in shame. "On who's side?" "The Alliance's." "Was it the money?" She hunched her shoulders, huddling in her jacket, fingers gripping the stiff material. "I don't have to answer that." She finally said tears beginning to pool. "So it was." She glared at him, pain lancing her heart. "You would never understand," she spat before storming from the room her boot heels clacking against the floor. In that moment he hated her and he hated himself. He had seen the tears falling silently down her cheeks and he hated having caused them. "Dammit," he cursed as his fist hit the wall, an imprint of his knuckles left behind to mark his distress. <><><><><><><> "Fucking male, putting his nose in something he doesn't understand," she muttered from underneath the hood of Wufei's SUV. She winced as sparks flew, reflexively sticking the injured digits in her mouth as she continued to rearrange the wires. She grunted as she lifted the battery from it's casing, her tip of her tongue caught between her teeth as she concentrated on plugging up the feed lines which lay beneath the batteries bulk. She smirked as she heard the soft noise she'd been waiting for and she slowly began to untangle herself being careful to put everything back in it's place as she went. "I'd like to see him get home now," she grinned triumphantly, wiping her grease covered fingers on the oil rag she'd requisitioned from the motor pool. "If my calculations are correct that should be well after midnight," she grinned evilly at the thought of what would be waiting the hapless man at his home. Oh she had such plans. Her old colleagues would be proud of her she decided as she packed up her tools, a careful eye out for any passersby. The thought of the havoc that her little foray into automobile repair would cause buoyed her spirits and she left the garage with a spring in her step. Easily making her way back to the main floor, thoughts of her next move against Wufei holding her attention. Her green hair and self satisfied grin causing the younger Preventers to peer after her wonderingly as she wondered the halls of Preventer HQ. "Is that the new person?" Ami asked the mountain of files standing beside her. "Yes she is," he snapped, and she grinned before placing another file on the mound. "Looks like she's been crying." A snort was the only response from the mound and Ami smirked her devious mind ticking away. <><><><><><><><> "I have the feeling I've just opened a can of worms," Lady Une said to the portrait which hung in the corner of her office. She sighed as she shook her head. "I suppose I should be glad that she's not running off or something equally worse. She's merely playing a few pranks on people who seem to have earned them, but…" she trailed off, resting the glass of cognac she held against her forehead. She huffed, closing her eyes as she tried to work through the problem that was her niece. "I suppose I should let the senior officers know what she was during the war, and I should let her know what they were during the war as well. It might prevent further flare-ups. Can't say I'm not glad that she's a bit on the outs with Maxwell at the moment." She shook her head, angry at herself. "I shouldn't be glad though, he's her closest friend here." She paused angrily brushing her bangs back from her face before glancing at the portrait of Treize that she had had commissioned during her first year as head of Preventer. "I wish she would trust me." <><><><><><><><> -to be continued in part eleven |
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