Playing with Lightning

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well, this be an interesting little story I thought up sometime today. it's my second fanfic, also gundam wing based. I hope my lovely readers like it. thank you so much for being my fans.



Duo 'Digital Lightning' Maxwell's fingers flew across the flat keys of the digi-board he was using. His glittering violet eyes were trained on the screen as it skimmed quickly through the information he was hacking into. A grin spread on his face as he grew closer. Three more pairs of eyes stared over his shoulder with similar expressions. "I'm almost there," he said with mischief in his voice. On cue, three pairs of fists started banging on any available surface, cries growing louder as their volume rose. "Zzt zzt zzt zzt," they chanted for their champion. Duo banged a final key and the screen's information exploded from view and a tiny, round disc popped out of the central unit.

"Yaaaaaah!" The victorious shout rang through the four boys, almost bass heavy. Glorious high fives were exchanged as Duo grabbed the disc and they hurried out of the tiny computer room. Their yells followed them into the hallway, where the bounced of the walls and strutted to show how good they were.

Or how good Duo was.

They exited the old building, and continued their victory dance through the streets of Neo Space 1554. NS 1554 was one of the most highly advanced colonies in the entire universe. The place was nearly always in night; a blueish tint like that of Earth's dawn draped the land only in the earliest hours. After that, the neon lights and eerie computer screen glows were all that were left.

You couldn't turn a street corner without seeing someone who vaguely resembled a Hacker. They were everything and easily noticeable. After the Cyber Law was passed, hacking became somewhat legal. The authorities just got tired of busting a hacker ever five seconds.

Lazy bastards.

Hackers were obvious people. Most of them wore somewhat matching colors, to show what kind of hacking group they belonged to. There were very few that went alone; usually their egos were the largest, which made them easily bustable. Every Hacker always has some kind of cyber equipment on them, whether it be a tiny laptop, a muzak player or a cell phone. Yes, they have improved greatly over the centuries.

Duo grinned fondly at his comrades' antics. They were his best friends, newcomers. The people he had joined their group with became jealous with his success, as with some select older members. The new ones respected him, marveled at his skills, wanted to learn. He loved that. He looked up, glancing around at the industry, the lights, the technology that was is life. He was home.



Quatre absently brushed strands of his blond hair away from his face and gave the clear, plastic news out another glance over. He looked around impatiently. Duo should be here by n--.

The huge door of the warehouse slid open with a loud bang as Duo and his groupies burst in, the leader shouted happily ,"Minors, we're home!" The sound echoed loudly around the huge room, which was the lofty home of their particular group. If you thought a typical New York style, cheap warehouse loft built much larger you'd be right on the money. It fit Duo, Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, Duo's three friends and several others, whom were away at the moment.

Quatre grumbled. "I take it the mission was successful." Duo grinned widely. "You took it right, Q. Here." He tossed the disc at the Arabian and then flopped down on an inflatable loveseat; the others went off to do their own things. Duo watched with half interest at Quatre slid the disc into the watch he wore on his left wrist. A moment later a large transparent screen and digi-board appeared before him. Despite is vague dislike at Duo's cheerfulness (cheerfulness in general, at the moment), he smiled at the master Hacker's work.

"Good job, Digital Lightning," he praised, using his friend's nickname. He smile widened into a grin as he viewed the information further. "Very good job. We could take down the whole colony with this." Duo laughed. "I don't know about that, Quatre. But at least the Golden Tower." The both grinned at the thought.

The Golden Tower, the information base of Neo Space 1554. It held everything. Credit codes, registrations, passwords and IDs. It was every Hacker's dream to break into that place. Not only would go down in history, but you'd be the richest person on the colony. And if you got caught.. well, it was better not to think of getting caught.

A tall man walked in from a back room and sat unusually close to Quatre. He gave a nod of greeting to Duo and turned back to the boy he sat next to. Knowing Trowa would not speak, Quatre showed him the information Duo had come across. Even the usually silent boy's one visible eye widened considerably. "Wow..," was all he uttered.

"Maxwell has struck again, I see," called a voice from the closest row of rooms. They turned to look. It was Wufei, leaning against the dusty railing in front of the dark glass by his 'quarters', as he liked to call them. His jet black hair was let loose, tucked neatly behind his ears. He wore a long white shirt and white nylon pants. He dressed a lot differently than everyone else, trying to stick as close as he could to something traditionally Chinese. Everyone else wore what was in. Except Duo, he stuck closely to his dark colors and gothic scene year round.

Take this moment: he wore black pleather pants with lots of buckles and straps and such and boots quite similar. A white shirt buttoned in the middle covered the black shirt he wore which exposed his mid-drift, and a long black, light weight trenchcoat sprawled around him as he sat like some erotic dark lord. He was unbelievably sexy, with his long chestnut braid, unique violet eyes and golden cross around his neck which he would absently suck on.

Pull up your pants, your perverts and let's get back to the story, for at that moment three loud knocks sounded at the heavy door and slid open without response. A boy stepped in, about seventeen years old, like the rest of them, with messy brown hair and fierce Prussian blue eyes. He was carrying something. The boy gave the loft a quick once around and spoke: "This is the Artificalizers Headquarters, correct?" He receive four nods. "Heero Yuy. I was sent to come here."

t o . b e . c o n t i n u e d

well, I hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter. thanks for reading, and review me! now, or I will hunt you down, put you in a Heero costume and sic a hungry Relena on you! bwah! oh yeah, anybody want to give another name to the boys' group? I really hate it. I'd appreciate suggestions. ^^