Cutey Quatre
Part 1
A Gundam Wing / Cutey Honey fusion
by Amai Noa
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, the New Cutey Honey OVA or the characters contained therein. I'm just torturing them for non-profit entertainment purposes, so play nice and don't sue, onegai? ^^
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Warnings/Notes: AU, Yaoi implications (to be on the safe side), OOC, some of my weird humor ^^;.
Pairings: 1x2 and 4x3 at some point -- hopefully! ^^*
"..." Character Speech
'...' Character Thoughts
*...* Emphasis
Instructor H walked through the marketplace, looking for whatever goods and services he could bargain for when he spotted him.
"Oh, Allah," he whispered to himself, hurriedly paying the merchant for the fruit he picked out and rushing through the crowds to catch up with the young man he had spotted. Noticing the young man had stopped, he also stopped to admire the youngster from afar.
The young man had blue-green eyes as deep as the sea, hair as golden as the Arabian sands and lush glowing skin. H noticed the young man smiling at the gentleman standing next to him, and he recognized the man as Darlian, the world ambassador. 'What would Quatre-sama be doing in a place like this... Oh shit! I've got to get back to the lab and confirm this!'
H turned on his heels and ran as quickly as his legs would carry him through the crowds and back to the lab. In the background, OZ operatives were spying Darlian and his assistant. The ruby red lips of one of them parted, whispering into the transmitter so eloquently disguised as a makeup compact, "Your Excellency, we've spotted Darlian and Hassan."
"Very good, Lady Une," the smooth masculine voice replied. "Stay with them and follow them back to their office. The moment you get an opening, I want them both killed. Darlian's gotten too comfortable spouting off about peace and reducing the military presence in the colonies, and I want it stopped."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Une followed the pair towards the government district.
Instructor H ran into his lab, scrambling up the stairs and looking towards the ceiling.
There against the wall were two statuettes: one of a young man holding the scales of justice in his hand, and the other of the Gundam Sandrock. Looking at the first statuette, the instructor's face lit up with recognition. Without a moment's hesitation, he streaked out of the lab and towards the government district.
'Quatre-sama...'
"Ambassador Darlian," the young man H knew as Quatre said, placing a folder on the older gentleman's desk. "Here are your notes for the town meeting we're having tonight about the military presence in the colony."
"Thank you very much, Hassan," Darlian replied, taking the time to open the folder and flip through the things the staffers had noted for him to address at the meeting. "This is going to be a fruitful meeting tonight. We'll finally be able to rid the colonies of the unnecessary military presence around here."
"Ambassador, with all due respect, aren't you concerned about the threats that OZ has been making against what you're doing?" Darlian's eyebrows furrowed together in thought to what Hassan asked him.
"Someone has to stand up for this, Hassan. If we don't stand for something like this, we'll fall for anything OZ and the Alliance lays out in front of us."
The door to the office opened, and a young man with mustard brown hair walked through the door with an older man and a young woman who looked to be his sister. Hassan spied the other young man as Darlian regarded their presence. The young man looked back at Hassan, one of his forest green eyes hiding behind his unibang. Their eyes locked for just a few seconds before Hassan broke the gaze.
"I'm Darlian's assistant Hassan," he said, extending a hand to the other young man.
Taking Hassan's hand, the young man replied, "My name's Trowa Barton, and this is my sister Catherine Bloom." Although they shook hands, Hassan and Trowa seemed to not want to let go of each other's hands until Catherine cleared her throat. It was as if they were sizing each other up, feeling each other out even. 'Blonde hair, eyes like the sea... I remember him from somewhere."
"Ah! Where are my manners?" Hassan mused, quickly breaking the hand grip and extending his hand to Catherine to introduce himself. He frowned for a bit, and Catherine shot him a mildly annoyed and confused look.
Holding a hand to his heart, he stammered, "I'm sorry, Miss Bloom. It appears my mind was elsewhere." Her expression changed to a smile.
"It's quite okay, Hassan," she replied.
'My mind and my heart are elsewhere. I get the sense things aren't going to go as smoothly as Darlian insists.'
Lady Une and several OZ soldiers stood guard just out of the sight of anyone who went into the embassy to attend Darlian's meeting.
'Hm... many people were smart enough to stay home,' she deduced, 'but for those who are stupid enough to stand with Darlian against us, they shall all die.'
The very vision of people screaming for mercy and breathing their dying breaths brought a feral smile to her ruby red lips.
Darlian nodded to the small crowd of people and smiled, Hassan standing close by in case anyone tried anything. Instructor H decided to sit among the people, right next to Trowa, Catherine and the older man he learned was the ringmaster for the circus where the two siblings worked.
"Thank you very much for coming," Darlian began. "I'm glad that you came here, and that speaks many volumes for the concerns you have as citizens of this colony against the needless military presence--"
The door burst open, several OZ troops running into the meeting room with their guns out in plain sight. Cooly, Une strolled to the front of the room. Everyone hit the floor as the troops started firing at the ceiling.
"What do you want?" Darlian managed to ask. The question was met with a cold hazel-eyed glare.
"We are here because Our Excellency has no interest in pulling troops out of any of the colonies."
"You *don't* belong here," Darlian spat.
"That's where you are wrong, Ambassador Darlian," Une spat back, her words poisoned with mockery. "We do what we want, whenever we want, whereever we want, and anyone who's dumb enough to fuck with us will die." Her lips curled up in a wicked grin as she asked, "Who wants to die first?"
While Une and her detachment were busy sizing up their victims, some of them were having a sidebar discussion under one of the pews.
"You are *the* Quatre," Instructor H whispered wildly as he looked up at Hassan from between the now-embarrassed young man's legs. Trowa and Catherine looked on in horror and amusement.
"What are you talking about?" Hassan whispered back.
"You're Quatre. I'd recognize that hair anywhere, those eyes, that--" H stopped long enough to open Hassan's fly and peek in, bewildering the young man even further-- "that birthmark on your--"
"Okay, okay," he shot back, the urgency of the situation they were in far outweighing any of the embarrassment over the odd man looking at his dick. He decided he'd play along out of fear of the man getting too loud while trying to convince the young man of his "programming" and remembering "the mission".
"YOU!" barked Une, waving her gun at Instructor H. "Get up." Turning to her detachment, she smirked as she announced she found her first victim for the night.
She grabbed the heavy-set man by his collar and drug him out into the aisle, where she started firing at his feet. H, to his credit, was deceptively fast, dancing around all of the shots she fired and also managing to dance his way around some of the not-so-bright members of her detachment and dancing *on* them as well.
"STUPID FOOL!" she cried, as she prepared to pull the trigger on the now-cornered Instructor H.
"STOP!" came the angelic voice, prompting Une to fix a brutal glare onto the voice's owner. Hassan ran and stood in front of Instructor H.
"What do you plan to do, O Little One?" she mocked.
"Stop you," Hassan replied. "War brings sorrow, and it is up to many such as Darlian to bring a stop to it."
Une put her weapon away. She figured a little physical challenge was called for so she could show the little brat he was way out of his league. Charging at Hassan, Une went for his neck--she wanted to just strangle the little meddler so badly she could taste it.
Dodging Une's charge, Hassan slammed a fist into her midsection, sending her onto her knees. She coughed up a little blood and smirked at Hassan as she stood up and took a battle stance.
"Not bad, Little One," she purred. She charged at him again, and this time he took her up and over his shoulders, sending her onto the floor and flat on her back. She didn't find that amusing at all as she went for her semi-automatic.
"You little bastard," she cried. "For your insolence, this old fool dies!"
"NO!" Hassan cried as he threw himself into the path of fire. Trowa tried to go to Hassan's rescue only to be stopped by Catherine. By the time Une was finished firing, she had emptied an entire clip into Hassan, and the entire room was filled with smoke.
"Who else wants to fuck with me?" she yelled to no one in particular; some had hit the floor to dodge the bullets, and the others managed to escape. Movement from in front of her sparked her attention. As the smoke cleared, her self-assured expression turned to one that was a mix of shock and rage.
"I remember..." came the whisper. Une couldn't believe it; she emptied an entire damned clip of ammo into Hassan and yet she heard his voice. "I remember my programming. I know my mission..."
The figure stood up before Une and the others, the bullets falling at the figure's feet. He was clad in silver armor from head to toe, and his headgear was shaped like the head of the Gundam Sandrock. H looked on in amazement and joy.
"Quatre-sama... It *is* you," H breathed.
"I know my mission now, and it *is* to stop the likes of you," the armored figure proclaimed, pointing at Une.
"Who are you?" Une howled, still not quite believing she didn't kill this person. A laugh that sounded like angels singing filled the air.
"My name is Bishounen Warrior Cutey Quatre," said he, a small smile gracing his angelic lips. Une's face blanched. Trowa froze, the last part of the unibanged young man's memory snapping into place. H cackled and danced a jig, making for a serious sweatdrop moment.
"You," she growled. "You little freak! Let's see you take me on now!" Une popped a capsule into her mouth and bit down on it, transforming herself into some hideous furry creature and busting out of her clothes in the process.
Quatre charged at the Une Beast, knocking her to the floor, where they wrestled until Une got her hands around Quatre's neck and tried to strangle him.
"Quatre!" Trowa cried. Images of the past flooded Quatre's mind. 'I must do this for Trowa. He's... He's my love.'
With a growl, Quatre broke Une's grip, delivering an uppercut to get free.
"SANDROCK FLASH!" Quatre cried, causing a blinding light to fill the room. Those who could look were treated to seeing Quatre lose his armor and going from naked to clothed in spandex pants, wristbands, a collar, boots and nothing else. During the transformation, a pair of scimitars appeared, one in each hand.
"Very well!" Une yelled, pulling her explosive compacts and launching them at Quatre before yelling to her detachment, "Have at him!"
Une's men went after Quatre, guns in hand, but before long they proved to be no match for Quatre as he went through them with his scimitars, leaving Une on her own to face Quatre, not that she was worried about that. Une charged after Quatre, sending both of them flying out an open window and to the ground below. Trowa, Catherine, the Ringmaster, Instructor H and Darlian all ran for the window to look.
Quatre and Une were still fighting, but Une was delivering some blows of her own and had Quatre pinned, trying to suck his energy from him. A well-placed knee sent Une howling and over near some cars, where she picked one up and launched it at Quatre.
"Quatre!" Trowa yelled, and Quatre, hearing the voice of his beloved, dodged the car and charged at Une before she could pick up another. "To Hell with you!" Quatre yelled, leaping up into the air and down on Une and slicing through her with his scimitars, releasing the evil spiritual energy from within her and causing an explosion.
When all was quiet, Trowa, Catherine, the Ringmaster, Instructor H and Darlian all ran from the embassy to see Quatre floating down to them from the sky in the midst of a stream of light, his battle gear fading away and a pink shirt, khakis, oxfords and a vest appearing in its place. By the time he landed on the ground, he was fully clothed. Quatre turned and faced the quintet.
"Trowa!" Quatre yelled, running towards them.
"I can't believe this," Darlian murmured.
"I can," Trowa breathed as he ran to meet his long-lost love.
--tsudzuku?--