Disclaimer: Ringu is not my story. The original storyline was developed
by Koji Suzuki who wrote the book "Ringu" in 1990. Later, this
book was adapted by Takahashi Hiroshi, slightly altered and put on screen
in Japan in 1991. The movie "The Ring", which was aired in the
USA in fall 2001, is also a cast off of that book, though again
with a slightly different plot.
The idea for this fanfic is not mine. I merely mixed plot elements of
the book with plot elements of the two movie versions and altered the
storyline where inconvenient.
I also do not own Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing and its characters, which
are copyrighted to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic.
Pairings: 1+2+1 (developing, main pairing), 3x4x3 (consistent relationship,
side pairing), 5xS (married, side pairing)
Rating: PG-13 for mentioning of death, mild violence and mild sexual content;
fic may contain graphic description of sexual matter later (*cough* meaning:
author doesn't exactly know how to get the two main characters together,
The night was chilly as the
girl leaned out of the window and gazed at the stars. Suddenly, a hand
was brought down hard on her behind, causing her to let out a sharp yelp.
"Hey! What'd you do that for?"
Midii turned, smiling, and looked at her friend expectantly. When she
only got a sly smile as an answer, she turned back and moved to one edge,
motioning her friend to take the place beside her. They both enjoyed the
cool night breeze as far away a bell tolled.
"What time is it?" Amy asked, trying to count the faint sounds. Midii
turned again and looked at the clock in her room. She frowned.
"Nine thirty. Didn't you say they'd show The Morgue today on ABC1?" Midii
glanced at the muted television, but it was only showing the news.
Amy shook her head and moved back into the room, rubbing her arms when
goose bumps showed on her skin. "Nope. I got the date wrong. We could
watch a video, though. Don't you have any horror flicks around?"
"No. You know I don't like those."
"Spoilsport." Amy poked her friend in the ribs and stretched out on the
bed. She looked through the box of videos and waved a loose cassette around.
"Did you hear about this one video that kills you when you watch it?"
Midii turned around and flashed her friend a shocked glare, but the girl
ignored her and continued. "A boy accidentally recorded it from an empty
channel and when he watched it he got a call from someone saying that
he would die in seven days. Promptly, seven days later, the guy really
"Who told you about that?" Midii interrupted her friend, grabbing the
girl's arm arm with more force than she was used to. Fear was clearly
etched on her haunted face.
"Well, I guess it was Marvin or one of the guys in school. Geez, I really
don't remember. Why?"
"I- it's nothing." Midii looked down at her hands, now neatly folded back
in her lap. When she looked up again, Amy raised a questioning eyebrow.
Complying, she whispered, "It's just that
I watched that video."
Rushing out those last words she glanced at the watch again. Turning back,
she continued with a pleading look in her eyes "Exactly one week ago,
"Oh my- c'mon, this's a joke, right?" Amy suddenly wasn't so sure of herself
as she saw her friend's fear-stricken face.
"No! It was all weird and shit and then the phon-" Both girls jerked violently
as downstairs the phone chose that exact moment to ring. They stared at
each other before Midii stood up slowly and left the room to pick the
phone up. Amy followed on her heels. She really didn't want to be alone
in that room right now. Instead of going into the kitchen where the phone
was located, she went to the bathroom to relief herself. This was way
too weird and it had made her nervous as hell.
In the kitchen, Midii hesitantly picked up the phone and with a choked
voice asked the caller to identify themself. Relief flooded her adrenaline-laden
system as it was her mother asking if anything was wrong.
"No. Nothing's wrong. Amy and I just watched a horror movie and got a
bit scared, that's all. How's the game?" Midii continued to chat with
her mother for a few minutes before she hung up and turned to see where
her friend was. The tension had left her shoulders and the talk with her
mother had somewhat loosened her up. When she saw light under the door
to the bathroom, she raised her voice and called inside "The game went
into overtime. They're still there and probably won't be home until eleven!
I'll be in the kitchen to make us some drinks." Drinks seemed like a good
idea. Nothing was better than some Jack and Coke to lighten the mood.
Walking into the kitchen, she suddenly turned serious again when her mind
told her that something was wrong. Anxiously, she turned and moved away
from the counter to search for anything suspicious. A faint flicker in
the living room made her aware that the TV was on even though she could
not remember having turned it on. Angry at herself that this could scare
her so badly, she walked over to the living room. The remote control lay
innocently on the couch. Maybe the cat had stepped on it earlier that
evening and nobody had realized it until now. The fact that the TV didn't
show a regular channel instead of the inane scrambled picture didn't strike
her as odd, so she turned it off. Making sure that the remote control
was safely locked away from children, she strolled back into the kitchen
to finish making the drinks before Amy returned from the toilet.
Shaking her head slightly in annoyance at her own childish behavior, she
opened the fridge to take out a box of ice cubes and a bottle of Pepsi.
The oddly constricting feeling in her chest remained. With one hand clutching
her chest, she opened the drawer and put two glasses out to place them
on the counter, wishing Amy would hurry in the bathroom. When she filled
the glasses with the cool liquid, she felt it again. Something
was behind her. Scared, she took a sip of Pepsi before she slowly turned
toward the source of the strange feeling. The TV. Nothing could prepare
Midii for what she saw, though. She drew in a breath to scream. The scream
never left her throat.
Amy heard the shattering glass only faintly, having not finished in the
bathroom. She washed her hands and left the room.
"Midii?" She yelled before walking toward the kitchen, where she assumed
her friend still was. When she got no answer, she thought Midii was playing
a prank on her because of their earlier talk, but that feeling changed
into worry as soon as she saw the broken shards on the floor. Blood mingled
with the Pepsi and soon she saw a foot, grotesquely stretched out. Amy
rushed to see if she could help her friend, but what she saw made her
freeze in shock. At her feet lay the dead body of her friend, her face
horribly disfigured and twisted in total fear.
Lady Une walked into the office, following her agents, and closed the
door behind her. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to do this, but
someone had to find out what the whole thing was about. Her superiors
were pressing the issue and she had to present some results to them as
soon as possible. She watched as Yuy and Maxwell took their seats and
patiently waited. At least they seemed to behave in a civil manner in
her office, she thought. This was a good sign, if she considered the fact
that she had gotten a report on them earlier that week regarding a certain
fight in the gym again. Four officers had tried to pull them off each
other, one of which now had a cracked rib.
Rounding the desk and taking a seat opposite them, she placed her hands
in front of her on the desk, palms together, in a gesture that was usually
only used in prayer. This wouldn't be easy, but she silently applied to
their wish to solve the case that they would behave for at least one week.
She winced at the thought. One week. Une rubbed her right temple with
her thumb while reminding herself again that she had to solve the
Yuy raised his eyebrows as he looked his commanding officer over. She
was obviously nervous about something. Discarding the idea because Lady
Une was never nervous, Heero straightened himself and waited for
her to start. One look at Maxwell and he saw the same curious glance.
Obviously the American also thought that something was wrong with their
"Agents, I have a rather odd assignment for you." Lady Une wasn't sure
how she should approach the topic. Those two agents were a part of her
most elite team, and telling them about a video that supposedly killed
whoever watched it within a week may or may not result in them laughing
at her. She watched their response closely, but Maxwell only looked at
her patiently and Yuy's reaction was a twitching eyebrow that urged her
to spit it out.
"We have four dead teenagers who died of a heart attack, all at exactly
the same time and all of them completely healthy until their death." She
waited with the explanation and let her agents think about this before
adding any further information. The thoughts the two jumped to could be
essential for the solution of the case, and she didn't want to ruin that.
"Poison? A virus? Suicide?" Heero threw in the proposals that seemed the
most likely and waited for Une to clarify.
"None of those. They all-" Lady Une paused a second before continuing.
"-watched a video that's supposed to kill the viewer." She stopped and
watched the reactions of her agents closely. The response was quite what
she had expected. She saw that Maxwell was already behind the scene, trying
to find out the possibilities, analysing whatever came to mind and generally
ready to plunge into the water and watch the video himself to find out
more. Yuy rose a sceptical eyebrow, telling Une that he would need more
information before he took the case. He wouldn't believe that the video
really killed those teenagers until he watched it and died from it. This
wasn't exactly what she wanted, but he was ready to find out who had killed
those kids, which was quite opposite from his partner who was ready to
find who or what had killed them. On the other hand, if Maxwell
took the case, Yuy would feel obligated to take it as well to prevent
appearing afraid of a simple video tape. So far, it had turned out well.
"Listen, I know this sounds strange and by all means, if there is a logical
explanation, I hope you'll find it. One of the kids was my niece, so I
had a chance to speak with her friends at the funeral. The only red string
that they all agree on is that video. I don't know who has it, or where
it comes from. They told me as if they really believed it. I want you
two to investigate the four cases, search for a connection, and give me
a reasonable explanation as to why the hell four healthy young people
died from a heart attack that made them look so horrible no one would
open the casket."
"Why us?" Heero had acknowledged the mission, but he wanted to know why
he was chosen and why Une had given him Maxwell as a partner. He didn't
like the man and, as far as he knew, Une was well aware of that due to
earlier fights and records on both of them. Heero spared his 'partner'
a glance, but Maxwell just sat there, obviously already deep in thought
about how and where to start the investigation. The longhaired man obviously
didn't intend to let his personal views come between him and the case,
something Yuy would have admired had it not been Maxwell.
Lady Une sighed inwardly. She knew that Yuy hated Maxwell, but who else
from the agents with psychological knowledge would be able to put up with
Yuy if not him? Yuy's current partner had reached an unusual understanding
that no one else had been able to reach before, but all others Yuy worked
with had given up to work with the stoic agent after one assignment. Some
didn't even make it through a whole mission with him. Lady Une would never
understand how Quatre Winner had earned Yuy's respect but she didn't care.
The fact was that Yuy and Winner were an almost perfect combination, much
like Maxwell and Chang, who would bicker and banter off duty like a married
old couple but were like one man when on missions. Not once had Lady Une
regretted pairing those four the way she had, and it repaid with the doubled
number of arrests since they had started working for her department. Nonetheless,
it wouldn't make the Yuy-Maxwell alliance any easier.
She could easily count the preferences that made those two perfect for
this case, but the main reason she couldn't tell them. Maxwell and Yuy
had more in common than they knew. They both didn't die. Of course she
would never admit that she was superstitious, but she had seen two of
the victims at the crime scene and that horrified look was something she
would never forget for the rest of her life. This was no usual case and
they would need every ounce of luck they could get. Yuy would need Maxwell
if the rumors were true and they only had seven days after watching the
"Yuy, you know that you're one of our best investigators, and your level-headed
insight and your way to push the investigations forward might be the only
thing that can help us here. As for why I chose Maxwell as your partner,
he has a sixth sense concerning those 'mysterious' investigations and
he knows everything about viri, poisons and suicide cases. He might exclude
the whole video tape theory by just looking into the files." Those words
said, she stopped, looking at Yuy expectantly, and was glad she saw him
nod and look over at Maxwell. Following his gaze, she was surprised not
to see a smile on the man's face. Maxwell just stared at the wall, drawing
his eyebrows together before looking at them both.
For the first time that day, Maxwell opened his mouth to speak, a slight
smile gracing his features "I'm sure we'll work great together. After
all, Yuy knows that his being mad at me doesn't help the case at all.
Right, Heero?" Making a point of using his partner's first name,
he turned and locked eyes with the Japanese man beside him.
"No, of course not." Yuy slightly bowed his head in acknowledgement, Maxwell
mirroring his movement. To anyone else that might have seemed like a polite
gesture of respect, but Lady Une knew better and inwardly cursed the extent
to which they didn't work together well. They would've been a great team,
completing each other where the other lacked. Obviously the magnet theory
didn't always apply. On the other hand, they had to work together
for this case or it would never be solved. Lady Une had the bad feeling
that this was something big, and usually her intuition was right.
After she had handed them four manila folders with the profiles of the
dead teenagers, she dismissed them with a wave of her hand. Before Maxwell
could open the door, she raised her voice to make them listen. "Be careful
if you find the video and decide to watch it. I don't want to lose two
of my best agents because of some stupid curse, okay?" Yuy just looked
at her and snorted softy. Maxwell looked amused as well, but looked down
on the ground.
"Maxwell, try not to annoy Yuy too much. I'd hate to arrest him for murder."
She smiled as he looked up and grinned at her.
"Sure thing, lady. Leave it to me to know my limits."
After Maxwell had left the room, she held Yuy back quietly and stood up
to talk to him in private. By raising her voice, she would let the whole
office outside know what she had to tell him.
"Yuy, don't belittle his abilities. Trust him, or my judgement of his
skills, if that's any help. I know you can't stand him, and I honestly
don't want to know why, but please trust his judgement. If you don't,
you're both screwed. This case is sensible even if it isn't about a supernatural
video tape. I want each of you back in one piece."
"Of course I trust your judgement." Yuy replied, bowing slightly before
leaving the office. Lady Une sighed. 'That worked well.', she thought
but shook her head after she had closed the door. How would pairing them
together work out? For once, she trusted Maxwell to know when to stop
nagging Yuy, but she wasn't entirely sure about Yuy's promise to trust
in Maxwell's skills. She would see to it that their respective partners
knew about the case. Maybe they would be able to help the two out.
Pushing a button on her com system, Lady Une called to her secretary.
"Call Chang and Winner in. I need them here as soon as possible."
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