Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Dooming ❯ Rain and Flashbacks ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 2

 

Duo hummed softly as he worked on his beloved DeathScythe, he knew that Trowa was watching him from the cockpit of HeavyArms and that Heero was doing the same from Wing Zero. They'd been watching him since his vacation two weeks ago, he assumed it was because of the disappearance that the hidden Irken still refused to speak about. Duo sat back and shook his head, making his braid sway, still humming to himself. He was acting carefree and unaware but really he was twitchy and nervous, and not because of the stares either, he was used to those. No it was because the rain was currently falling outside in buckets.

 

He was careful and bathed in paste daily, but still the sound of the acid rain made him twitch and quiver inside. Duo looked up and his eyes found the curtain of gray that fell beyond the hidden hangers open doors. It was no good; with a near silent growl he put his tools away. Thankfully he'd been working on a check up on his beloved Gundam only, not really repairs as of yet. Flopping into the pilots seat he closed DeathScythe's hatch, freeing him from the gazes of his comrades. Running his fingers on the underside of the main consol, searching for one particular secret panel. A soft twitter of acceptance told him he'd found it as the panel activated. It was a genetic lock, the same as all Irken's used, able to tell Irken genetics from any other race. It was in this way that the Empire protected itself from primitive life forms wanting to steal their power. Sadly Irken technology hadn't advanced to the point that it could tell one Irken from another.

 

Sitting back as the panel hummed softly, chuckling to himself as there where two soft spats of power surging. “Hehehe Two Cameras? Nice try Heero but still not enough to beat Irken know how. Of course I'd like to know why you where hiding them in here to begin with…. Of course it might just be that you're as paranoid as I am!” Speaking allowed and to himself was an old habit that he had never be able to fully break. “Of course we're paranoid for different reasons.” The braided pilot still had nightmares of being strapped to a dissection table.

 

The sound of the rain broke into his musings, even with his Gundam in between him and it. Duo reached up and rubbed his antennae through his braided hair. “Sometimes it sucks to have sensitive hearing. Why does it have to rain on this dirtball of a planet?” The rain reminded the disguised Irken of another time, and another storm. Something he'd rather forget.

 

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It was a dark and stormy night, well it wasn't really night just yet but late evening, but oh was it storming!! The clouds where as dark as the emptiness inside them, lightning crawled its way across the sky as thunder grumbled its anger at the needless loss of the young life. Three skinny figures where hunched over a fresh grave, two cowering under their umbrellas the third uncaring to the world.

 

Zim and Tak clung to their umbrellas out of necessity, they had been careful to bath in paste but still rain this hard would wear it away in no time. But the worry of the acid liquid that fell around them seemed far away as they gazed and the pitiful mound of dirt that hid the body of their once friend. The two Irkens where identical in their looks of sorrow, even through they're very different disguises.

 

Beside them Gaz fell to her knees the muddy grass, the black paint around her eyes running in the rain giving her black tears as she wept silently. Reaching out with a pale shaky hand she ran her fingers along the engraving of the head stone. D-I-B.

 

Zim reached up and rubbed on his eyes, the contact lenses itching like always, or that's what he told himself was causing the discomfort in them. He couldn't believe this, he's enemy, dearest friend, and nearly the center of his entire world was gone do to utter stupidity and blindness of one person. “I-I should of made him leave, I shouldn't of left him there!” had those shaky words been his? The great Zim's? Yes they had, and if he thought about it he didn't care at all.

 

“You should of.” The emotionless' accented voice was Tak's “But we all know that he would of gone right back. He was stubborn like that.”

 

“Shut up Tak, it isn't Zim's fault. It's not mine either, nor yours standing back and letting it happen.” The two Irken's looked to Gaz's crumpled form. “Its not our fault Dib died, it's HIS.” It's amazing how much hate can be expressed in a normally common word, but it held enough to make worlds quiver in fear. It certainly caused the two harden alien Invaders to shudder.

 

Silence fell on them again, the sorrow here was to much to be expressed, but it was there. Standing over them like a living thing ready to pounce and rip them apart from the inside out, leaving empty husks of living things. Zim decided to speak up again, to try and hold it back just a bit longer.

 

“He will like it here, he'll be able to watch the stars as they pass.” He said quietly the repeated “He'll like that.”

 

Gaz and Tak nodded, and the female Irken reached down and helped her human mate back to her feet. “The Dib Worm would not appreciate you getting ill on his behalf Gaz.” Her terrible strength for once leaving her the purple haired teen leaned against the violet-eyed Irken needing her help to stand.

 

Zim watched them, feeling the empty loneliness even more then ever watching the two together. Hidden ruby eyes turned back to the sad looking grave.

 

“Daughter what are you doing out here? I'm very busy and I can't be expected to…” That voice, It was HIM. The two Irken's snarled in hate but never got a chance to react to that certain male voice, Gaz beat them to it however.

 

SMASH!! Her strength returning in the heat of her utter hate she had thrown the only thing she held dear at the owner of that voice.

 

Professor Membrane stumbled as the Game Slave III smashed into his head, shattering into a hundred different useless pieces.

 

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE!!!!” Gaz's voice could of made the entire Irken Armada turn tail and run in that moment. But the Armada wasn't there, but two Irken's where and they where far to angry to care about Gaz's voice, that anger wasn't aimed at them anyway. Gaz took three steps away from the pair and the wind suddenly picked up howling the goth teens rage.

 

She wore one of Dib's old trench coats hopelessly to large for her, but the raging wind caught it making it flare like a pair of foreboding midnight black wings, her gamer pale face streaked with black tears, her normally closed eyes wide open expressing her displeasure. For the first time in his life Professor Membrane paid attention to one of his children, his last child, and as he gazed up on the physical embodiment of the Goth Angel of Hatred, her guardians standing behind her echoing her hate with growls and hisses, he felt utter terror. Perhaps his bore insane son had been right.

 

Gaz held all the power in that moment and she knew it. With just a wave of her hand and the two Irkens would spring and rip him apart for her. And for just a moment she considered it, but no, that would be to easy a death for him, for what he'd done. “Leave here, I don't ever want to see you again. Your more of a monster then any other creature in this galaxy. Even the moose.”

 

Prof. Membrane never thought twice but scrambled away, in his terror his movements where clumsy and shaken. He'd return to his normal safe later, when he reached the safety of his lab surrounded by the science that had taken his life. Deep inside though a part of him would weep over the loss of his only two children.

 

Gaz spun on her heel to face Dib's grave once more, the look on her face stopping the two Irken's from asking why she'd let him go. For a moment the trio stood silent before the gamer teen turned and started to walk away. “I want to leave this place.” She told Tak, the purple-eyed Invader new better then to question her human.

 

“Of course Gaz, where do you want to go?”

 

Zim stayed a moment more, falling to his knees before the grave he ignored the water logged soil that stung his skin. Using one hand to hold the umbrella the other dug into the fresh turned earth creating a small hole about a hand deep. Resting a small Irken insignia in it he covered it up again.

 

“Nahal nareth, junar beh Dib, wallen zutra vinnar.” He murmured in his native tongue before the ruby-eyed Irken stood and walked his way home, the wailing wind and the weeping rain his companions.

 

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Duo sighed sadly at the memory, his fingers absently playing with the tip of his beloved braid. Pawing at it, tugging it, and combing it as the memory weaved its magic across his minds eye, while he stared into the unknown. His com link suddenly sparked to life startling him enough to jump.

 

“Maxwell!!” It was Wufei “Quatre says its time to eat and I'm not about to drag you there to eat it.” Duo made an unseen face about having to eat yet more earth food, snack food was all well and good even if the other pilots said it was bad for him, it was still better then what they called `meals' (Though he would be the first to admit that their cooking was far better then that of the cafeteria food at Skool. His odd taste in food is also one of the reasons the others had banned him from cooking himself) “Now get your braided ass down here! By the way its your turn to do dishes.”

 

The DeathScythe pilot sighed but responded in his normal cheery voice. “I'll be right there Wu Wu, you know I'd never miss Quatre's cooking for all the exploding mobile dolls in the universe.”

 

“MAXWELL DO NOT CALL ME WU WU.”

 

“What every you say Wuffy.” Before the Chinese pilot could respond he cut the com and opened the hatch. Snagging the hatch cord he lowered himself to the ground. Once more humming tunelessly he snagged an umbrella he'd be careful to bring with him earlier and ventured out into the rain. He called to the other two pilots that he knew where still they're over his shoulder “C'mon guys! Quatre made dinner!”

 

Heero and Trowa both ventured out of their Gundams, making sure that the mysterious braided pilot was gone. The Perfect Soldier hopped from Gundam to Gundam until he could peer into the DeathScythe's cockpit.

 

“Did he fry another pair of cameras?” asked Trowa in his careful quiet voice

 

“Hn.” The Prussian eyed pilot pulled out the fried remains of two tiny cameras and showed them to the unibanged pilot. “I don't understand this, they can't be overloading they're designed not to and they are protected from power surges, yet he manages to fry them every time.”

 

Trowa sighed, “We don't even know if Duo knows they are there. Was everything the same as last time?”

 

“Yes, a faint sound and then nothing. Though I caught something new, he was feeling around the underside of the consol.” The two usually silent pilots looked at each other “Hn.”

 

Being very careful to not disturb anything they went over every inch of the underside DeathScythe's panels. Thankfully for Duo though both boys where very human and did not trigger his secret however they did find something.

“What's this?” Heero looked over at Trowa expectantly

 

The green-eyed pilot sat back holding in his hand a small picture that had been taped in a once secure and hidden spot. Half of the picture had been ripped away and in the half they held was a young boy, about eighteen with a slightly large head, with black hair in the shape of a scythe, and large glasses. He was wearing a trench coat with a blue shirt imprinted with a smile face on it underneath, he was grinning happily and giving the peace sign with his only visible hand. His left hand trailed off into the missing side of the picture that gave only vague hints at something or someone had been there.

 

Looking at each other curiously they came to a silent agreement. It was time to get Duo to explain. Taking the picture with them they descended from the dark Gundam and made their way to the safe house for dinner and an interrogation.

 

 

Zim: Nahal nareth, junar beh Dib, wallen zutra vinnar Means, for you pitiful fools who can't speak the great language of Irk, Rest with honor Dib, you will live forever in my memory.

 

SK: Thank you Zim for that lovely, if condescending, translation. Another chapter done and quickly too. And its because allllll you lovely readers reviewed. The more people who do the faster I write and the more chapters you get.

 

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SK: So? I'm a shameless beggar, I'm not ashamed of this.

 

Zim: Pitiful human author creature

 

SK: …. Don't make me put you in fairy wings next Zim.

 

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SK: Anywho! Please Review and feel free to voice any ideas for where this story could go. And for those of you are fans of GIR, please don't flame me don't worry GIR will get repaired and will be seen again.