Lost Friend Found

Duo: Found chopped up into little bitty pieces.

Author's notes: I'm so sorry that this came out so late. I know I have promised, but.....

Theresa: (Author) I wasn't able to resist writing more!

Anyhow, this is chapter 7 of my story and I hope you would enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Duo: You just keep right on hoping.

I'll need 10 reviews for this one in order for me to put up the next chapter.

Theresa: And twenty push-ups, and fifteen chin-ups, and...

So, reviews are more then welcome. I also want to thank all the people who had reviewed or read this story even through you didn't review it.

Duo: Do you think that includes us?

Thank you!

Theresa: You're welcome!

Now, without delay, the story........

Chapter 7: Phase one

Duo: Phase one of the ice-cream burgling operation!

By Silver Wing

Duo watched as Misako walked away, and gave a heavy sigh and walked away in the other direction with his head down and his hands in his pant's pocket.

Theresa: (Duo's pants) Hey, watch where you're putting those!

Turning around once more, Duo asked the girl's retreating form. "When are you going to stop running away from your emotions, Misako?"

Duo: Welcome to the department of redundancy department!

Sighing once more, Duo continued to walk away with a broken heart.

Theresa: She'd shattered it with her ice-cold death glare.

When are you going to stop running away from me?

Duo: Please say you'll never stop running away...

The sober sky clouded with an unholy duskiness,

Theresa: As opposed to a holy duskiness.

waves upon waves of harsh wind blow across the silent base without mercy.

Duo: (Harsh wind) Haha! Take that! No mercy!

The sun sunk behind the horizon as not to face the unfavorable event that is for-shadowed by the heavens above.

Theresa: Lemme guess...something unholy, is it?

Even the moon has hidden itself behind groups of coal black clouds, unwilling to witness the coming evil.

Duo: A Britney Spears Concert?

Animals have already concealed themselves in their homes,

Theresa: They've borded up the windows and everything.

saved from the dangerous and unpredictable night, having a six sense of what's to come.

Duo: (Elmer Fudd) It's wabbit season!

Clouds of a hellish black hovers over the land with the likeness of a Satan's hand.

Theresa: Woah, that's some pretty dark imagry there, missy!

The night is lifeless, the night is silent, the night is perfect.

Duo: Perfect for mayhem!

Perfect for the six shadows that lurks just beyond the outskirts of a hot-wired fence,

Theresa: Alright, it's a go! Let's drive this fence outta here!

the only thing that stands between them and their mission objective, the OZ base.

Duo: And probably a few hundred meters, but who's counting?

It stood proudly amongst the vast woodlands that encircles it, being the only evidence of human existence in this wildness.

Theresa: Not counting the empty beer cans and broken bottles that littered the surrounding forest.

Numerous searchlights that are positioned on the two high towers on either side of the base scans the grounds with the up most efficiency,

Duo: Jeez, what is this, an OZ base or a prison?

not leaving any space uncovered, any stones unturned.

Theresa: The lights are turning over stones?

Making it impossible for anything to pass through without being noticed.

Duo: Except for the giant-ass Gundams, of course.

"Ok. Here's the plan. " One of the said shadows whispered into the night.

Theresa: Now taking bets on the identity of this particular "said shadow".

"Duo, you and Trowa get to the east-side of the base, there's a sewer opening that leads right into the hanger.

Theresa: (Misako) You both smell funny, so you should be right at home there.
Duo: I do not smell!
Theresa: So is she one of the little kids you sent to the hospital when you were younger?
Duo: You know...I like your thinking.

From there, get to the central control room. Trowa, try to disarm the hotwires on the fence and shut down one or two of the searchlights near our location.

Duo: (Misako) I can easily slip past the search lights, but I want to pretend to be a mere mortal like the rest of you.

Don't disarm them all, it might alert the enemy.

Theresa: Disarming just two or three won't do a thing, however.

While Trowa is busy, Duo, it's up to you to stand guard and be his back up if needed be.

Duo: So...I'll be providing the donuts then?

Inform me when that is done.

Theresa: (Shadow) Because I won't be able to tell when the searchlights go out.

Retain as little causalities as possible.

Duo: So big casualties are okay then?

Get out off there ASAP, the commander of the base is surely going to sent people over to check out the problem, we don't want to alarm them at this stage of the mission.

Theresa: (Shadow) Because turning off a few lights won't alarm anyone.

After that, place as many bombs around the base as you can and get out off there. "

Duo: Why is this being explained to us again? Haven't we gone over the plan before now?
Theresa: I guess not.

Two figures to the speaker's right nodded from their crunching position

Duo: Hey, we're both quieter than that!

and made their way soundlessly to complete their part of the mission.

Theresa: Their mission of getting COFFEE!

Turning back to the rest, he continued "Wufie,

Theresa: *throws popcorn violently at the screen*
Duo: *giggles mirthfully*

as soon as Duo and Trowa alert us, you and me are to go as decoy and attack the base.

Theresa: With what?

Don't try to eliminate the base just yet, we have our people inside.

Duo: (Shadow) Mark, and Robert, and Cammille, and...

As soon as we know they are out, you can do as you please. "

Theresa: Since when do the Gundam pilots have "People"?

The one in front of him muttered something inaudible under his breath, but nodded nevertheless.

Duo: (Wufei) And after we finish this mission, I'm going to put bleach in your shampoo bottle...how dare you make me a decoy!

The one talking let a grateful smile fix itself upon his lips before turning into the only two remaining.

Theresa: Holy crap! The shadow is Quatre!

"Now that brings me to you two. You already know what to do, right? "

Duo: Of course, Mr. And Miz Perfect Soldier don't need to be issued last-minute orders like everyone else.

The question is only meet with silence.

Theresa: A doubtful silence.

Taking it as a yes, the conversation stopped,

Duo: You mean monologue.

and the original stillness returned only to be disrupted a while later by a soft beeping sound coming from the previous speaker's wrist.

Theresa: The *only* speaker, you mean.

Holding the wrist communicator to his mouth, the person whispered into it.

Duo: (Quatre) What!? Not *now*, Catherine, he's BUSY!

"Yes? "

"Quatre, it's almost done. I'm just finishing up the searchlights, you should see it just....about.....now. " Come Trowa's usual emotionless voice. As if on cue,

Theresa: Giant fireworks that spelled out "Trowa + Quatre" light up the night skies!

two of the searchlights to the right of Quatre flickered and dead, leaving that area in absolutely darkness.

Duo: Now who will turn over the stones?

With a quick thank you, Quatre turn towards the other three and signal them to persist with plan.

Theresa: They're going to spray-paint grafitti on the building, aren't they?

With one last nod to each other.

Duo: And yet one more useless, meaningless sentence.

The two pairs set out in two distinct directions.

Theresa: North and South.
Duo: East and West.

One heading towards the forest behind them to retrieve their gundams while the other two headed for the dark part of the grounds.

Theresa: (Quatre) Eek, Wufei, I'm scared!

Suddenly, one of the figures stopped and tilted her head to the gloomy firmament.

Duo: Or the sky.
Theresa: Back away from the thesaurus.

Her eye flashing unusually with a rush of emotion.

Duo: Dead emotion.

Sadness, loneliness, regret, love, remorse, guilt, rage, all mixed into one.

Theresa: Let's call this emotion "Bill".

Eyes that had seen and experienced far too much for one so young closed itself softly as a ripple of gentle wind travel across the field and lifted up her hair with the caress of an angle.

Duo: Oh, stop being so angsty and melodramatic, ya 'Sue! Get on with your little mission!

For once in her life, the girl throw all her worries and thoughts to the wind as she let it weave itself into her very being.

Theresa: She has worries and thoughts?
Duo: That's funny, I was just thinking the same thing.

Just standing there with her eyes close, head tilted to the vault of the Heavens, just like a normal girl would do.

Duo: Do you do that?
Theresa: Uh, no.

But you are everything BUT normal. As reality kicked in so did the wind.

Duo: Kicked her right in the knee.

It changed from a gentle wave to violent gusts. The eyes reopened itself to face the harshness of reality.

Theresa: (Misako) I'm just an emotionally confused Mary Sue, and no one likes me.

The once soft and gentle orbs were gone, in its place were two pairs of lifeless eyes

Duo: Yey, she's dead!

that lack any human emotion and a mind with only one thing in focus, the mission.

Duo: Oh. Nut bunnies!

With one last look to the stormy heavens, the solider turned on her heals and walked away to never look back. Normal. What is normal?

Theresa: Not you.

She look so innocent instead of the war worn solider that she is. So very innocent.

Duo: Too innocent.

Heero thought as he watches Misako stands there with her eyes closed and her head tilted to the sky.

Theresa: (Heero) That's it, I'm killing her and putting her out of her misery.

He had stop when he realized that his 'partner' for this mission wasn't following him.

Duo: How dare she!

Out a sense of concern he never know he possessed save for Relena,

Theresa: Concern that Relena stay away from him, that is.

Heero turned around about to look for the Chinese girl when he spotted her standing a little far off from where he is watching her now.

Duo: These abrupt tense-changes are making me dizzy.

She had looked so peaceful and carefree at that moment he decided that the mission could wait.

Theresa: Boo! OOC! (Throws popcorn at the screen)

During the one month that this girl had stayed with the gundam pilots, her expression had always been guarded, her emotions buried, her body tense.

Duo: Like she was afraid someone was going to rape her or something.

But now, her image presented nothing but someone who is drained and wearied by all the fighting and killing, someone who just want to be free of all the bondage bonding her to all this endless bloodshed.

Theresa: ...
Duo: What, can't think of anything dirty to say?
Theresa: I am, but it's not appropriate for people under 18.
Duo: ...

The moment of peace and harmony was broken by a gush of merciless wind, both pilots snapped out their introspection to return to their mission at hand, to reality.

Theresa: Those are some mighty big words you're using there, missy.
Duo: I would like to kick the person who gave her a thesaurus.

Heero watched silently as his partner walked towards him without looking back,

Theresa: Why would she look back?

gone was the girl that had just stood before his eyes, retreated back into the protective walls of her heart and soul.

Duo: She has a soul?

Now only the perfect solider existed, only the mission matter, and nothing else.

Theresa: Well, that and getting into Duo's pants.
Duo: Stop it!

Very innocent indeed. But weren't we all when this had all started? Can we still hold on to that innocence when all of this ends?

Duo: Was Heero ever innocent?
Theresa: Maybe for a few months after he was born...

"Let's go. We got a mission to finish. " The 01 pilot stated turning back to complete his given part of the mission, knowing that his partner would follow his example.

Duo: For she was as perfect a soldier as he.

"Right. "

"You know Trowa, I have a bad feeling about all of this. " A shadow whispered to the communication link while planting another bomb in the living area of the base.

Duo: I have a bad feeling about this too - Why are shadows talking to Trowa?

"It's just seems too easy, don't you think? I mean, from the information that Misako had brought back, there should be more security then what we have seen.

Theresa: It's a plot! She's a double-agent, and she's betrayed you!
Duo: That might actually be an interesting thing to read...

It feels too much like a trap. What you think?…..Trowa?……Trowa? "

Duo: Must've fallen into the trap.

"Here. " "I got side-tracked by a miner problem. "

Theresa: (Trowa) I couldn't decide which kind of smoked salmon to get at the gift shop.

"Oh. " Rounding another corridor. "So did you hear what I said. "

Duo: I mean, did you hear what the shadow said?

"Si. "

Theresa: Here's the supposedly "Latino" side of Trowa, surging forth!

"And.... "

"......Duo, Stop the chatting and finish the mission so we can get out of here. "

Duo: Rawr. Fine, have it your way.

"So you are also uneasy by this base. "

Theresa: (Duo) You'll never get any employment if you won't ease up and go off with someone!

"I…." Damnit! Stupid Duo, distracting me. Humm…...eight guards, not bad. "didn't… " three guards down, five more to go. Should be easy enough. "say…. " Two more to go…..done. " that. "

Duo: But you implied it.

"Hey, you ok there, Trowa? You sounded a little breathless. " Came the concerned voice of Duo Mexwell through the communication link on the 04 pilot's wrist.

Theresa: Duo Maxwell's long lost twin brother, perhaps?

"I'm finished here, how is over there? " Answered Trowa, ignoring the question.

Theresa: Good Trowa. Have a biscut.

He's ignoring all of my questions. Wonder why?

Duo: Duh, because they're not relevant to the mission, stupid.

Humm….anyhow, I'll get him later. "I'm finished. I'll meet you outside, K? "

Theresa: (Duo) Where outside?

"Roger that. "

"'K. I'm so outta here. It's so creepy, not to mention cold. How can anyone live i…… " Shaking his head, Trowa turned off the wrist communicator

Duo: Isn't that dangerous? What if he gets captured and no one can hear the resulting struggle over the intercom?

and walked away with the grace and silence of a cat.

Theresa: Neko-shonen Trowa! :3

"…live in this place, I mean.... Trowa? Trowa! Damn that guy! He cut me off! I can't believe he did that!

Duo: Actually, I can. God, I'm so bitchy, I hate me.

He got some explain to do when this is over. How dare him! This is so…… " The 02 pilot continue to curse under his breath using every swears he knows while storming away from the base to proceed on to phase two.

Theresa: *snaps her fingers* Check please.
Duo: Can we go home now?

"You weaklings! Come out and fight me! " Wufie

Theresa: *Hisses*

yelled into the communication system as Shenlong slices through a Virgo Mobile Doll with practiced ease.

Duo: We never fought mobile dolls on Earth, did we?
Theresa: Not that I recall.

Then turned to face another Doll that's heading his way from the back and blast it into nonexistence

Duo: I'd like to blast this fic into nonexistance.
Theresa: Tee hee.

along with five more Virgos using it's left dragon fang.

Theresa: Hurray for continuity errors. Not only are you battling mobile dolls on earth, you're also battling them with Gundams you're not supposed to have yet!

"Cowards, justice will be served. You hear me OZ! "

Duo: He's yelling meaningless threats at a bunch of robots...

Nataku, I'll revenge your death and end this war. This I promise you.

Theresa: *twitches* If he's fighting in the Altron Gundam, he's already avenged Nataku by killing Treize! *twitches again*
Duo: There there...here, have some M&M's.

Off to the left of Gundam 05 stood the Prince of the Desert, Gundam Sandrock, fighting courageously with it's heat shorters in it's hand.

Theresa: What are heat shorters?
Duo: Apparently, they're what Quatre's fighting with.

"I have asked you to surrender, but you have refused. I'm sorry. "

Duo: He asked the dolls to surrender!?

Quatre's melancholy voice drafted across the battlefield as the whole OZ base turned into chaos.

Theresa: Turned into Chaos around the gaping plot-holes.

As two Aries charged towards Sandrock,

Duo: Stupidly

Quatre throw the two heat shorters through the air and watched with extreme guilt and remorse as they cut through the mobile suites like hot knife through butter,

Theresa: Or like heat shortels through titanium alloy.

ending the life of the pilots within. I'm truly sorry.

Duo: Truely sorry you were just expendable extras.

"Hey, mind us joining in? " Duo's cheerful voice suddenly blared into the intercoms as the Destroyer, Gundam Deathscythe Hell, landed with a thud next to Sandrock.

Theresa: Nice intro. Would you like some wine with your cheese?

Not waiting for a response, Duo immediately broke into action, destroying enemies left and right at random.

Duo: (Bitterly) Because that's how I always do things.

"You are not going to escape us this time, OZ. The great Destroyer is coming to take you home. "

Both: *spasm*
Duo: It's the God of Death, for crap's sake!

Duo announced to his enemies, a cruel smile on his face that's fueled with cold amusement as soldiers met their maker at the hands of the God of Death and his twin beam scythe.

Duo: Killing people mercilessly does not amuse me.

Though his face showed nothing but the pure adolescence and excitement of battle, Duo's eye reflected his inner turmoil.

Theresa: (Duo) I *knew* I shouldn't have worn these shoes with this Gundam!

In his mind, Misako's face at the night of their kiss keeps on playing over and over, her words were like knifes stabbing at his heart nonstop.

Duo: (Misako) Where the hell did you learn to kiss, a brothel?
Theresa: (Duo) Well, actually...

Along with that, the fears of the possibility of her never returning from this mission also add to the ache in his heart.

Duo: She owes me so much money...if she dies, I'll never get it back!

Just return to me, Misako. Remember you promised me. Remember.

Theresa: You promised me you'd take me to the cinema after this mission!

Compared to the boisterous entrance of the American pilot, Trowa's entry was much more serene as Gundam Heavyarms sprain into action.

Duo: What, did it trip and break it leg?

At a relatively far range, Heavyarms showered the OZ troops with countless bullets and micro-missiles, destroying the enemy with a swiftness that only comes from years of training and experience.

Theresa: Not really. Just point and click. Kind of like a 1st person shooter.

The dormant night was no longer as fireworks of destruction erected everywhere one following another like the 4th of July.

Duo: So where's the symphony orchestra with their fireworks music?

"Phase one completed, Quatre. It's all up to Heero and Misako now. "

Theresa: Gee, I hope they don't screw it up.

Then silence ensued save for Duo's sparse comments as the four weapons of destruction spread chaos and havoc through out the once peaceful atmosphere.

Duo: Woah, we've moved up into the sky now?

We are counting on you two. Don't let us down now. Stay safe, both of you.

Theresa: Safe like a fish!

Tsuzuku.....................

My standard disclaimers: I'm way to lazy for this right now.

Theresa: But the nice people at Sunrise won't be too lazy to sue you for neglecting to mention that they own most of the stuff you wrote about.

Just go back to the first few chapters and you'll know the rules. Say ya! Don't forget to review! I need 10, or the next chapter is not going up.

Duo: I'm quivering with anticipation.
Theresa: Well, you'll just have to keep quivering, then.
Duo: What, really?
Theresa: That's all she wrote.
Duo: Really?
Theresa: Yup.
Duo: *glee!*
Theresa: So, here is our list of suggestions!
Duo: Aww, do we have to?
Theresa: Yes.
Duo: *pouts*
Theresa: Things Silverwing did well ~ The descriptions of people's emotions were actually pretty decent. If she'd taken a bit more time developing people's personalities a bit more, the emotions would've been even better.
Duo: Improvements: Next time you get someone to proof-read your fic, if they don't fix anything and tell you it's awsome, find someone else to proof-read it. You're never going to improve if no one points out your mistakes and makes you fix them.
Theresa: Finished?
Duo: Yes. Let's get the heck out of here, I need to use the bathroom.
Theresa: I think it's time for a bit of a break too. Until next time, dear readers!
*both stand and salute, then flee the theater*