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TITLE: Shin Kidouseiki School
CHAPTER 1: Bad Relena! Bad Relena!

The artificial "sun" rose from behind the "horizon" and showered its
delicate warmth all over L-1 Colony, waking the inhabitants from their
slumber. A new day had begun, as hordes of people started filling the
streets, giving life to the once sleeping colony.

Dorothy and Hirde Schbeiker sat, side by side, in one of the crowded trains
of L-1 Colony.

"Hmmmm. The back and side thrusters ......." Hirde stared at her textbook
and scratched her head, "provide an average thrust of
about.................... darn it! I just can't remember all these stupid
numbers!"

"Doing some last minute study, huh? Hirde." Dorothy's voice broke her
concentration.

"This is all so confusing, I'm never gonna get THIS right." Hirde sighed
and closed the book in disgust. "I guess all I'm ever good at is piloting
Mobile Suits and NEVER at the theoratical part."

Suddenly, at the corner of her eye, Dorothy spotted a head, slowly inching
its way towards her right shoulder. Her eyes narrowed. *A PERVERT!*.
Keeping her cool, she tapped Hirde lightly on the shoulders and directed
her attention to the middle-aged man beside her, his head TOO close for
comfort.

"Could lend me your revolver?" Dorothy whispered, "I forgot mine today."

"Sure."

With that, Hirde cheerfully handed a grey pistol to Dorothy.

CLICK!

Dorothy loaded the pistol and pressed the cold barrel against the head at
point blank. The man beside her jumped in his seat, startled. Staring at
his timid form, she took care not to take her icy-cold stares off him. She
wanted her prey in her sight........ at all times. She kept silent.

Knowing the threats, he sat upright like an obedient mutt and forced out a
whistling tune, his eyes wondering in the other direction. He played with
his fingers in a casual fashion and pretended not to notice the gun at his
temple.

"Trying to act innocent, huh?" Dorothy thought to herself in detestation,
"Let's see how long you can last."

With the pistol still leaning against the man's head, Dorothy held in that
position throughout journey. The air around her seemed to freeze as the
breathing of her prey became faster and more audible with each passing
second. The very sight of the revolver did induce a slight amount of panic
among the other commuters, but that was not an uncommon sight ever since
the Shin Kidouseiki School was established.

Beads of sweat broke on his forehead and his hands shivered uncontrollably
in front of him. He was sure he was gonna burst out into tears.

"Oi! Dorothy. Don't overdo yourself." Hirde giggled and tapped lightly onto
her shoulders, "This ain't school, you know."

"Don't worry. I've got everything under control."

The train gradually deccelerated and soon came to a halt.

"This is our stop.", Hirde jumped up and headed towards the train door,
"Come on."

Dorothy, however, remained seated beside the man, with the pistol still
firmly pressed against his head. She seemed to enjoy it and showed no signs
of budging. Hirde gave out a sigh and rolled her eyes in her sockets. She
walked over to her preoccupied friend and tugged hard at her free hand.

"COME ON! You don't wanna get punished for being late, ne?"

Dorothy relented.

"Count yourself lucky this time." Dorothy withdrew her pistol and rose from
her seat. She shot him a lethal look. One that could kill.

Without warning, she flung her fist sraight into his pathetic little face,
breaking his nose in the process. A crunching sound could be heard. A sound
that sent shivers down the spines of the commuters. He doubled over in pain
as he held onto his bleeding nose.

"Haiyaku Dorothy!" Hirde shouted from the platform and waved her hands
frantically in the air.

The commuters, as if on cue, cleard a path for the blond, none daring to
look into her face. Dorothy strolled calmly out of the train cabin. After a
series of warning bells, the doors closed behind her as it accelerated and
sped off to the next station.

"Heehee! Nice acting back there." Hirde threw one arm over Dorothy's
shoulders, "You really sacred the daylights outta him."

"I just like to see people cry at my feet." Dorothy replied in a casual
tone and handed the pistol over to her friend, "At least I had a chance to
put into practice what Lucrezia Sensei had taught us..........."

"To fight when needed and be VICTORIOUS each time." their voices
syncronized and blended with the endless murmers of the crowd.

Both girls giggled and ran off to school, disappearing into the huge crowds
of the train station.

*****

Putting on some finishing touches to his slick hair, Chang Wufei stuffed
his breakfast into his mouth and slung his traditional Chinese sword over
his shoulder. With a pair of in-line skates in hand, he walked casually out
of the front door and quickly put them on. He then sped, at a rather
alarming speed,  towards Shin Kidouseiki School.

Wufei raced along the sidewalk and allowed the air to blow freely into his
face. He enjoyed the speed and excitement, and was not at all worried about
getting his hair messed up, after all, he had used a tube of gel labeled
"Extra-Extra-Strong" that morning for that extra hold. It was sort of like
insurance to him.

He weaved swiftly in and out, and was careful not to ram into any innocent
passers-by. He did not want to get into trouble. However, as he skated past
an alley, a familiar boy with blond hair caught his attention. Injustice
filled the air and he could smell it.

"Hey! Winner! How can you be a Gundam pilot when you're so yasashii?" a
school boy shoved Quatre into a corner and gave his mountain bike a good
kick.

"Onegai! Minna. Could we talk this over instead of fighting it out?" Quatre
stood up and forced out  a smile, "Fighting is never a good way to solve
problems."

"Oh lookie here! The Gundam pilot told us to TALK this over," The boy
snickered and signalled to a few others behind him. Six more school boys
appeared suddenly out from nowhere.

"Okay, I'll talk..............but with my FIST!" the boy continued.

With that, he lunged toward Quatre and attempted to punch him in the face,
but was stopped by a pair of surprisingly strong hands. Looking up, he saw
a Chinese, in similar school uniform, standing above him.

"Stop! You weaklings, or you'll hurt yourselves." Wufei shot him a cold look.

"Oh! Lookie here. It's bowling ball head." The boy laughed.

*THAT'S IT!*. Wufei did a round-house and landed his in-line skates into
the boy's face, sending him into semi-consciousness. Blood gushed out from
nis nose and his face seemed a little "caved-in". He pulled out his sword
from the holder and held it out dangerously at the rest of the gang. As if
on cue, the rest of the gang fled in the other direction, none daring to
look back.

"Arigatou Wufei!" Quatre regained his composure.

"No need for thanks. I just can't stand injustice," Wufei replied and
skated out of the and onto the main road.

"Matte!" Quatre called out and hopped onto his bike, following closely
behind his fellow Gundam pilot.

*****

Trowa Barton executed a double flip and landed steadily on both feet. He
paused and looked back. His circus-mate leaped gracefully into the air and
swiftly landed on the rooftop, beside him.

"Ne! Ne! Trowa. There's no need for us to be in such a hurry. Besides,
we're early." Catherine Bloom smiled, her features, enhanced in the
radiance of the morning "sun".

"Ah." came a short reply, from the silent clown.

Suddenly, a high-pitched shout caught their attention. They focused their
eyes on the sidewalk below and saw, two familiar forms, "playing" a game of
tag, and the blond was "it".

"Does it always have to be this way?" Catherine sighed, "Poor Heero. I
wonder how he manages to keep in one piece."

"Catherine." Trowa finally spoke, "Brace for impact. IT could come any minute."

"Un!" Catherine nooded her head.

The pair continued their journey to school, leaping from roof to roof. It
was, after all, one of the fastest modes of transportation.

*****

"Chotto matte! Heero!" Relena Darlian panted as she ran, desperately trying
to keep up with the Japanese boy. "Onegai! Chotto matte!"

Heero Yuy did not stop. He did not want to. The very thought of facing that
irritating leech was enough to keep him sprinting. He was after all, the
best athelete in his school and there was no reason for him to slow down or
even to break a sweat.

"Heero!" the girl continued, "Heero!"

Heero felt a sharp but bearable pain slowly developing in his ears. He
hated her whiny voice and cringed, each time the "noise-pollutant" called
his name. *Heero this. Heero that. Please Heero! Damme Heero! Urgh!*. He
shuddered and tried to push the irritating voice out of his head.
Desperately, he searched his bag for his headphones and cupped them over
his ears. He turned the volume up to the maximum and continued sprinting to
school, never once turning back to see how that pain in the xxx was doing.

"Ahhh! Much better!" he gave out a sigh of RELIEF and hummed to the rhythm
of the song White Reflection, "Peace and quite."

Irritated by his very actions, Relena decided to use her secret WEAPON.

Taking a deep breath and throwing her head backwards, she summoned for all
the power inside her and roared like she had never roared before.

"HHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

*****

"What the...." Hirde fell, face first onto the sidewalk, as a gust of
extremely strong wind swept past, followed by a series of violent tremors,
"Oh yeah! I nearly forgot. It's those two again. When is their morning
routine ever gonna stop?"

She crawled up and felt for the pain on her forehead. Blood.

"Stupid Relena." Hirde cursed, "I wonder how she does that."

"If this continues, we'll have to throw Relena into outer space." Dorothy
dusted her uniform as she got up from her fall, "That way, her soundwaves
will be practically harmless, ne?"

"Hahahahahahaha!" both girls laughed uncontrollably and continued their journey.

*****

The "sun's" brilliant rays streamed into a room where a sleeping Duo lay,
snugged in the comforts of the bedsheets. The light stung at his eyes as he
subconsciously threw the sheets over his head and frowned. He shifted his
inert body to a more comfortable position, desperately craving for more
sleep.

Suddenly, a series of forceful soundwaves and undescribably strong wind
swept across his bedroom. The glass windows was on the verge of shattering.
His bed shook violently and the lampshade hanging overhead swung
precariously from side to side. But he paid little attention to the
disturbance. All he wanted was MORE SLEEP! MORE SLEEP!

"The light. The quake. The wind. It all seems so familiar." he thought
sleepily to himself.

He pondered for a while and tried desperately to pull his lazy brains out
of "Slumberland" before letting out a deafening shout, which could be heard
from a few blocks away.

"OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!"

Startled, Duo Maxwell jumped out of the covers, swiped the alarm clock from
the table and stuffed it directly in front of his face. He strained his
eyes and stared hard (REAL HARD) at the illuminated face of the clock, his
eyes wide opened.

"CHIKUSO! NOT AGAIN! THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!"

*****

"NOW!" Trowa dived and thrust a Gundanium dagger into the concrete roof, as
he held on for dear life. He could feel himself being lifted off the ground
as a gust of strong wind swept past.

Catherine did the same, but was, however, a little too late. She could not
stab the Gundanium dagger into the roof in time to save herself. She felt
her helpless body being thrown into the air like a rag doll.

"Trowa!" she screamed, but suddenly felt herself being tugged at.

"Catherine!" Trowa caught one of her flailing hands in time , "Hold on!"

After a few seconds of struggle, the wind died down and all was back to normal.

"Phew!" Catherine let out a sigh of relief. "Someone should do something
about Relena quick, before sombody gets hurt."

"Ah!" came another short reply.

Both of them continued their way to school and at the same time, cooking up
cruel ways to deal with Relena, the destroyer.

*****

Whipping out a comb from his back pocket, Wufei brushed it smoothly through
his hair, attempting to make it as flawless as possible. Quatre smiled at
Wufei's very actions and almost giggled, but held back his urge to laugh.

Suddenly, without warning, an invisible force threw Quatre off his bike and
Wufei off his feet. Both Gundam pilots were flung violently towards a brick
wall, as if a huge hurricane had swept past. No no no no no, the brick wall
did not crumble as one would expect, but instead, a raging Wufei was seen
with his long dark bangs falling over his furious eyes. His hair was in a
total mess (for the FIRST time in Gundam history) and his sword was
somewhat bent from the impact.

Relena, the epicentre, was near, VERY NEAR and Wufei could feel it. Judging
from the force of the impact, she was merely a few blocks away from the two
Gundam pilots.

"Itai!" Quatre rubbed the bump on his head and stared at his distorted
bike, "What just happened?"

He got up and looked around for his companion but all that he saw, was a
black mass of hair.

"Kimi wa........" His voice trailed off as he stared at the unfamiliar
figure before him, "Wufei desu ka?"

"Relena Darlian." The aura around Wufei burnt with a dangerous red glow,
"You will pay.........."

With that, he skated furiously towards the direction of Relena, the mother
of all destruction. Following close behind was a worried Quatre on what
seemed like the remnants of a bike.

*****

Ripples of rarefraction and compression shot out from Relena's mouth. The
soundwaves generated were so tremendous, that an impact, almost like that
of a hurricane, collided into Heero and threw him to the other side of the
road. The high-pitched voice overpowered the surprisingly high volume of
his discman and pierced into his eardrums, almost shattering them into a
thousand pieces. He clutched tightly at his hair and felt his head
throbbing at the after effects of the mini quake. His head was even
starting to bleed.

"This is the LAST straw!" Heero stood up and pulled out a rifle from his
bag, "I have to get rid of this MONSTER and prevent the destruction of the
Colony and all of MANKIND!"

He shot Relena a deadly look, one that could kill, before aiming the rifle
straight at her forehead.

"Omae o KURUSU."

"Damme yo! Heero!"

"NO! Not again!" Heero's ears couldn't stand it anymore. He doubled over in
pain. "The PAIN! The irritating leech's trying to KILL me!"

"Daijoubu ka? Heero." Relena continued.

His ears hurt once more.

"My enemies are........... those who wish to KILL me and........... those
whom I wish to kill." he recalled, trying to maintain his sanity and at the
same time, pushing the noise out of his head, "BUT........... this enemy
has a powerful weapon......... her MOUTH!"

"Heero." there she goes AGAIN.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I can't stand it anymore!" he got up and dashed at
"Mach 5" speed towards school, leaving the rather confused Relena far
behind. The rifle in his hand was no match for her BUCCAL CAVITY. He had to
get his hands on something bigger, something more powerful, something more
destructive, something like....... WING ZERO!

*****

"Hurry! Hurry! I can't afford to be late again!"

Duo Maxwell fished out a set of black shcool uniform from his closet and
put it on hastily. Hopping on one foot as he pulled up his trousers,
negative thoughts began to raced through his mind. *What's it gonna be this
time? Whipping? Electrocution? Gas chamber? Watching an entire episode of
Teletubbies?*. He shuddered at the potential punishments in stored for him
and attempted to sweep the anxiety out of his head. He worked quickly on
the shirt buttons and, not forgetting the handy-dandy pistol, he pulled out
his "second companion to DEATHSCYTHE" from the drawers and stuffed it
snugly into his belt. He would never leave home without one.

Not bothering about the conditions that his hair was in, Duo grabbed his
black canvas bag, scampered out of his room and headed for the stairs. He
was halfway down when his fleeting footsteps came to a sudden halt. No
thanks to the "wonders" of inertia, he almost toppled over. Flinging his
arms frenziedly around in circles , he struggled to maintain his balance.
Without a moment to lose, he felt for the end of his braid and tugged at it
heavily. *Phew..........! Saved by the ??BRAID??*

"DARN! How can I forget!" he slapped his palm onto his forehead, as he
gradually regained his composure from that "near-pulveriszation
experience".

He flew up the flight of stairs, flung open his bedroom door and searched
frantically for something amongst the huge pile of mess and confusion.
*AHA! Found it*. He pulled out his pistol from under his shirt and pointed
the glistening barrel at a perculiar object. "Target lock-on".

BAAAAAAAAANG!

Whisps of white smoke sipped out of the barrel and disintegrated rapidly
into the air. Mission accomplished. Duo blew across the barrel of the
pistol and snickered. He took one last look at his lifeless target among
the heap of bent gears, loose screws and distorted springs before darting
out of his room and down the stairs again.

"HA! Take that! You stupid alarm clock!"

With a skateboard in hand, he dashed out through the front door and onto
the main road, his long braid swinging closely behind.

"Yoshi! Ikimasu!" Duo exclaimed as he sped on his skateboard, weaving
swiftly in and out between the seemingly endless stretch of vehicles of a
typically busy street of L-1. Another frantic race against time had begun.



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