"Drop that gun! Or I'll kill her!" threatened a man dressed in a rumpled suit as he held an office clerk hostage.
The female was sobbing in fear as she pleaded for mercy. At their feet, several bloody bodies lay dead, each with a gun wound to the head. The former switched his sights back and forth from his victim and a blue-haired individual, who was wearing the same attire as the female hostage and holding his gun at him.
"All you comrades are dead, my dear chairman. I wouldn't that if I were you" commented the blue-haired person coldly and almost sarcastically.
Almost as immediately as he finished, several bullets from a muffled gun pierced the back of the man's body and into the female hostage. All the hostages surrounding the scene screamed in shock.
"Who…who are you" wailed the man as a shadow came over him and a flash of light punctured his skull.
This time, a brown-haired individual, who was sitting among the hostages, came into view across the blue-hair as the man and the female clerk fell dead. The two glanced at each other for a split second before a wave of black-uniformed soldiers poured into the room.
Mission Accepted
A lady with flowing blue hair, and sporting a dark-blue formal female uniform, walked across a vintage-style room, with numerous glass windows and antique paintings, towards a beautiful, wide oak desk at the end. In her hand, she held a bunch of documents. She saluted, placing her right hand on the front of her left shoulder at 45 degrees pointing down, towards the back of the leather chair behind the oak desk and said, "They are back, Commander Waltfeld. Would you like them to report?"
Upon hearing this, the chair instantaneously swiveled around, revealing a grizzly, roughly shaven man wearing a dark-gray male version of the uniform. He sipped from a simple cup filled with another of his experimental coffee, before locking eyes with her and said, "they are already behind you, Aisha"
The female officer quickly turned around and jumped slightly at the noiseless manner of approach of the blue hair and brown hair. This time, they were wearing a more formal but simple uniform with similar color to the uniform of the soldiers who secured the scene earlier on. On their shoulders were visibly seen an emblem of a black knight surrounded by a red background and the letters, D,A,R,T,H, embedded on it. Once the Commander stood up, the two stepped past female officer and saluted.
"As expected. Good job, boys" he started, "but, unfortunately, as much as I want to give you two time off, another crucial request came in"
He sat back down and flicked a switch from under his desk, causing the blinds of the windows to drop and darken the atmosphere. At the same time, a projection appeared up from the desk, and two chairs slid up from under the marble flooring.
"Your next mission will take place in Dublin, Ireland. The objective this time is protecting the targets" Waltfeld stopped for a brief moment, glanced at the two, and he switched the projection to display two individuals. At the same time, Aisha handed them each the documents which she had.
"I know neither of you have experience this type of task, but this mission was requested specially by Mr. Clyne and Lord Athha, two of the leading peace leaders in this troubling time. Therefore, this requires our best agents, and you two are my best agents. You will enroll as transfer students in the United International Institution of Dublin as of 0600 hrs GMT tomorrow."
When the projection of the mission briefing ended and the blinds retracted, Waltfeld spoke again, "Since you being aged 16 almost perfectly matches the targets', you probably won't have much trouble keeping them under sight. Our intelligence confirmed that there's at least a rogue group within the Institution who is bent on the assassination of the two targets. The rest is unknown for the time being. We will update you as soon as possible. One crucial matter to keep in mind; your identity cannot be known for fear of jeopardizing the mission. Neither student casualty by your action or the enemy can be tolerated. However, the top priority is the safety of the targets. Therefore, Kira, no trigger-happy. That civilian casualty of that female clerk had me in the necks by our superiors"
"I'm sorry, sir. It wouldn't happen in this mission" he apologized.
Waltfeld stared at them for a few seconds, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I trust your judgments. Athrun, Kira, you have been thick and thin together for the past 12 years ever since I found you two. I probably would not meet you guys for sometime, so take care of yourselves…Dismissed."
The two sprang to their feet, saluted, turned, and left the room.
"I don't think I have the patience enough for this mission" started Athrun as he flipped through the pages of his mission documents.
Kira did the same and answered, "it's a change for once, instead of terminating all the time"
"I guess…" he softly replied, looking at the picture of a blonde in his document.
"What's wrong?" the blue hair asked, realizing that his partner, confidante, and friend suddenly became tense. "Nothing" the brown hair answered, closing his document containing a picture of his target objective.
"Times really have changed" said Waltfeld. Aisha came up behind and hugged him. "It's kids now that are doing adult jobs. How sad"
"Well, it couldn't be avoided. The split world, which caused this dragged on conflict between ZAFT and EAF forced the use of children. That's why this organization, Deter Aggression by Rationalized Tactical Hardstrike, DARTH, was formed; to deal with inside threats from both sides. We act according to our view of truth and justice, uninfluenced by the world's twisted ideals."
"I keep wondering. Why did you take those two in? You could have killed them like you killed all the other children during that battle"
"I couldn't explain that myself. They have that eyes…Something was different about them. At that time, instead of running away, they took a stand against me. They made me realize that this ongoing conflict is useless and caused me to leave ZAFT for this organization."
"I could tell, Andy. You viewed them as you own, didn't you?"
"We raised them and named them, didn't we? Aren't they yours too?" he asked back.
Aisha only let out a breath, "we raised them…but did we do it right? I'm sometimes terrified by their abilities. Athrun's aggressiveness and leadership, and Kira's quietness and unpredictability make them somewhat extremely lethal at their age"
"Don't worry. Those two look out for each other. They are inseparable and complement each other. Athrun leads and Kira backs him up, and vice versa"
A civilian vehicle pulled outside a large complex of buildings surrounded by a beautiful green mountain range. Just outside its main gate, at which guarded by a security post, lay a skillfully craved limestone which says, "Welcome to the United International Institution of Dublin"
After passing inspection, the car drove past a chain of fountains along a strip of road surrounded by gardens and yards. Waltfeld's right hand man, LaCosta, who have been driving Athrun and Kira from the airport, handed them each the school's ID card and their admission documents. "Good luck, guys"
The two nodded, exited the car, and took their baggage from the trunk of the car, before LaCosta sped off. They stared at the large, brown, closed entrance door to the schooling complex, and then to each other.
"Here we are…" started Kira.
"…let's finish this as quickly as possible" finished the other, as both took the first step into the entrance. Neither of them knew that this mission would conflict with their lives for this moment on…
AN: Well, that's basically the introduction. I hope it's satisfying and sorry if it's boring. I look forward to your much treasured reviews. Thanks for taking the time to read. I'll update soon, hopefully.