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Feb. 2nd, 2002 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterAoi-chan? K-chan?
How's this for the missing bit of "Ichi"? It's all I can come up with. And K-chan, I took your advice after all about dropping a scene with Sexy Zechsy in it.
Roku.
The Boy glared as hard as he could at the obstacle in his path.
Doctor J had sent him out on a simple intelligence gathering mission, one that the Boy had accomplished well within the boundaries of his mission time limit. But now, he was in danger of overstepping the time limit because of this... nuisance.
The Boy had been heading back to Doctor J's labs, making sure that he had not been followed from the Federation base, the small camera tucked securely in his green tank top. But even as he had made his way back, the colony's weather systems had opened up, drenching rain falling from the skies in a simulated thunderstorm. The Boy had blinked, then taken shelter under the eaves of storefronts which hung over a portion of the sidewalk. He had continued at an even pace, barely getting wet as he made sure to stay under the canopies. Then, as he had continued to walk towards the labs, his tousled brown head focused on the ground he was walking on, the Boy had run smack into another person.
Ordinarily, the Boy would have continued walking, would have shoved past the other person. But this person had grabbed his arm, halting his escape. Prussian eyes rose in a defiant glare and then froze.
Standing in front of him was an older boy wearing a Federation cadet's uniform. Doctor J had always told him to steer clear of Federation soliders and cadets. It was no secret that the Federation often forced suitable people to "voluntarily join" their ranks. Doctor J had said that the Boy was turning out to be a good solider and would no doubt be coerced into the Federation ranks. That would be disastarous to the mission. Being caught would be a huge failure and the Boy had been trained to eliminate himself rather than work for the enemy.
"Why don't you answer me?" the uniform-clad boy demanded, still not releasing the Boy. His free hand reached up to pull the dark sunglasses away from his face and the Boy stared. The cadet's ice blue eyes seemed to tear its way through the Boy's soul, stealing his secrets. It was as if this cadet could tell that the Boy was more than some orphaned colony brat. He didn't like this feeling. He continued to keep his Prussian eyes glaring at his antagonizer.
"I said," the cadet's cultured voice asked. "where do you think you're going? Aren't you even going to apologize for nearly knocking me into the street?"
The Boy still did not answer. The cadet was haughty, his voice full of his own self-worth. The cadet was no real soldier! His white-blond hair was far to long to be a regulation cut. He was probably some politician's son, had probably bought his way into the ranks. The Boy sneered. This cadet probably didn't know what it meant to train from morning to night, to spend every waking moment preparing for war. This... toy soldier... was going to upset the Boy's mission because of his ego! He would never capitulate! He would not give the cadet the satisfation of an empty apology. If it weren't for the fact that they were in the middle of a busy sidewalk and that a cadet would be missed, the Boy would have eliminated this distraction immediately.
As if he could read his thoughts, the cadet tensed, his hand gripping the Boy's arm even tighter. "You seem suspicious," he said. "You will come with me--"
"Merquise! There you are!" A voice exploded from no where. The cadet dropped the Boy's arm and whirled around in time to see a young girl in cadet's uniform running up.
"Where have you been? We need to go back to the Base! There's been a security breech and everyone has to return for instructions..."
"Where did he go?" the blond cadet asked himself, pale blue eyes searching up and down the empty street.
"Merquise? Zechs?" the dark-haired girl gazed curiously at her fellow cadet. "Are you alright?"
The cadet blinked. "I'm quite fine, Noin. Let's go back to the base."
The Boy was gone.
How's this for the missing bit of "Ichi"? It's all I can come up with. And K-chan, I took your advice after all about dropping a scene with Sexy Zechsy in it.
Roku.
The Boy glared as hard as he could at the obstacle in his path.
Doctor J had sent him out on a simple intelligence gathering mission, one that the Boy had accomplished well within the boundaries of his mission time limit. But now, he was in danger of overstepping the time limit because of this... nuisance.
The Boy had been heading back to Doctor J's labs, making sure that he had not been followed from the Federation base, the small camera tucked securely in his green tank top. But even as he had made his way back, the colony's weather systems had opened up, drenching rain falling from the skies in a simulated thunderstorm. The Boy had blinked, then taken shelter under the eaves of storefronts which hung over a portion of the sidewalk. He had continued at an even pace, barely getting wet as he made sure to stay under the canopies. Then, as he had continued to walk towards the labs, his tousled brown head focused on the ground he was walking on, the Boy had run smack into another person.
Ordinarily, the Boy would have continued walking, would have shoved past the other person. But this person had grabbed his arm, halting his escape. Prussian eyes rose in a defiant glare and then froze.
Standing in front of him was an older boy wearing a Federation cadet's uniform. Doctor J had always told him to steer clear of Federation soliders and cadets. It was no secret that the Federation often forced suitable people to "voluntarily join" their ranks. Doctor J had said that the Boy was turning out to be a good solider and would no doubt be coerced into the Federation ranks. That would be disastarous to the mission. Being caught would be a huge failure and the Boy had been trained to eliminate himself rather than work for the enemy.
"Why don't you answer me?" the uniform-clad boy demanded, still not releasing the Boy. His free hand reached up to pull the dark sunglasses away from his face and the Boy stared. The cadet's ice blue eyes seemed to tear its way through the Boy's soul, stealing his secrets. It was as if this cadet could tell that the Boy was more than some orphaned colony brat. He didn't like this feeling. He continued to keep his Prussian eyes glaring at his antagonizer.
"I said," the cadet's cultured voice asked. "where do you think you're going? Aren't you even going to apologize for nearly knocking me into the street?"
The Boy still did not answer. The cadet was haughty, his voice full of his own self-worth. The cadet was no real soldier! His white-blond hair was far to long to be a regulation cut. He was probably some politician's son, had probably bought his way into the ranks. The Boy sneered. This cadet probably didn't know what it meant to train from morning to night, to spend every waking moment preparing for war. This... toy soldier... was going to upset the Boy's mission because of his ego! He would never capitulate! He would not give the cadet the satisfation of an empty apology. If it weren't for the fact that they were in the middle of a busy sidewalk and that a cadet would be missed, the Boy would have eliminated this distraction immediately.
As if he could read his thoughts, the cadet tensed, his hand gripping the Boy's arm even tighter. "You seem suspicious," he said. "You will come with me--"
"Merquise! There you are!" A voice exploded from no where. The cadet dropped the Boy's arm and whirled around in time to see a young girl in cadet's uniform running up.
"Where have you been? We need to go back to the Base! There's been a security breech and everyone has to return for instructions..."
"Where did he go?" the blond cadet asked himself, pale blue eyes searching up and down the empty street.
"Merquise? Zechs?" the dark-haired girl gazed curiously at her fellow cadet. "Are you alright?"
The cadet blinked. "I'm quite fine, Noin. Let's go back to the base."
The Boy was gone.
