Disclaimer: I don't own Schwarz or Kyoji. Damn…Aha! I do own the mysterious masked dude, whom I call Mysterious Masked Dude! Hah! I own something in this story!
A/N: Sorry about how long it took to get this up. I don't really know where I'm going with this story. This chapter was written in its entirety on a Dunkin' Donuts napkin as I ate breakfast. Uh…there was something else I wanted to do…ah, yes. Reviewers. Right…SL, thanks for finally reviewing, and for setting Missaw straight. And Neros-Wolf Gundam, thanks for reviewing as well.
Chapter Two, Part 1: Masks
"What? Then he's still alive?!" The masked man turned towards the messenger. "Are you sure?"
The messenger visibly quivered. "There were no reports of any bodies found, sir…"
"Fool! You have no idea of the true power of the Burning Gundam! There would be no bodies left to be found!" He paced anxiously behind his desk. "If he's still alive…"
"But sir, the Shadow Gundam is no longer on the island-"
"WHAT?!" The masked man grabbed the messenger by his jacket collar, hauling off his feet. "Why didn't you say so?!"
"But, sir, I was trying-"
"SILENCE!" The messenger winced and stumbled unsteadily as the masked man freed him. "Leave me."
"NOW!" the masked man roared. He turned back to the window as the messenger fled. "So, Kyoji Kasshu, you are still alive." He grimaced at the cheerfully lit city spread out below him. "For now…"
A/N: Yeah, short chapter. I apologize, but I didn't have the second part on me when I typed this. It'll be up by Tuesday, I promise!