Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ By The Light... ❯ how are you? ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Lady Lye 
The G-Boys at home... Meet the not-humans. Why is Quatre acting so strangely? Who is the wolf? And Rini is wiped out of the 20th century...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Occult / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.30.2001 | Updated On: 10.05.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 614 | Status: Work In Progress
The G-Boys at home... Meet the not-humans. Why is Quatre acting so strangely? Who is the wolf? And Rini is wiped out of the 20th century...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Occult / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.30.2001 | Updated On: 10.05.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 614 | Status: Work In Progress
Not much intro, except to say THANK YOU!! to everyone who reveiwed! WOW! I'm in shock! I got 17 reviews all in one afternoon!! Mako-chan, did you see that?! Anyway, that you, everyone!! Your support means a lot to me. ^__^ If I get a whole slew right away again, I may be tempted to post another chapter sooner. Thank you for your reviews!! -Lady
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By The Light…
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
Idea suggested and consulting/editing by Mako-chan
Disclaimer: Don't own GW *sob* Don't own SM *sob again* but I do own- KATAKU! My keyboard!! BWAHAHA! *laughs in Wufei's face* Take THAT annoying Justice Boy!!
Note: I scramble names a tad… Japanese- English- what's the dif? Some of each all mixed together to create MY Universe…
Other Note: SM time; after Super S but before Stars since the manga's not all out. ^__^ GW time; um, we're gonna mess with this A LOT. They're comrades living together w/ the Winner's I dunno if they have gundam but it remains to be seen… Just go with the flow, k? All will be revealed eventually…
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A tawny wolf trotted his way through the woods, keeping a wary eye out for everything. His fur seemed slightly disheveled, but no matter how much he groomed himself, it would always stick up at those rather odd angles. They made him seem all the more dangerous.
His nose twitched as he picked up on a familiar scent. Like human, which came in a fairly steady sweep from the direction of the city. But not human. Very, very similar, but not. He followed it to a clearing in the trees. There was indeed the not-human.
It looked at him with green eyes that gave away nothing, especially when half hidden by the hair that was always in its face. It said nothing. Only looked at him.
The wolf shook himself and went to lie down comfortably at the not-human's feet. He knew this not-human had a name, he was just too tired to think of it now. Sleepy… food often made him comfy and sleepy. Besides, words and names did not form easily in his canine mind. He recognized the not-human as friend and that was all that he needed.
The 'not-human' watched the wolf lie down and doze off. He would have worn a half-amused smile had it been in his nature. He watched the wolf sleep for quite some time before glancing at the sky and remembering that it would be daylight soon. He stood, brushed off his dark clothes, and went into the cave hidden in the brush.
The wolf awoke and his ears perked up. He sniffed the air and looked up at the sky through the trees, then followed the not-human inside. The two traveled through the depths of the cave, never faltering in the pitch darkness, until they reached a door built into the back wall. The not-human opened it and they emerged into the basement of a mansion.
"Guard the door until the others come home," was all the not-human said before taking the steps to the top level.
The wolf sneezed indignantly and lay down obediently before the door. All types of humans were the same. It was comfy here. And the light wasn't here to bother him. He would stay.
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"You're starving yourself again, aren't you, Quatre?" the man with green eyes and long bangs stood in the doorway.
The blond young man flinched at the accusation. "I don't need to kill every night…"
"You were a few weeks ago."
Quatre closed his eyes at the memory. "I always regret it later…"
"Quatre," green eyes looked deep into his blue ones. "If you don't eat, you can't function. If you can't function, you'll become crazed. If you're crazed, then you'll hunt the way you hate to hunt and the killing will be brutal again and you'll only hate yourself more later."
Quatre turned his blue eyes away. There was too much truth in those words. "I can handle it… I promise I won't push myself so far this time, Trowa."
"Quatre, you need to eat," Trowa said sternly. "You know you do."
"But the looks on their faces… the guilt as I watch their life drain away…"
"I thought you reveled in the killing," a new voice said. Huskier and heavier, it betrayed no emotion. Quatre winced. "That's what you felt a few weeks ago, wasn't it? You told me so yourself."
Trowa glared at the newcomer. "Didn't I tell you to guard the door?"
"Moon rose," was all he said and shrugged, already dressed in his typical uniform. Tight spandex shorts and a green tank. His hair was wild and messy, darker than the wolf's had been. But the Prussian blue eyes remained the same.
"He's right though…" Quatre swallowed hard. His throat was so dry. "I did revel in it. And now I feel all the more guilty for doing so." He shuddered. "I don't deserve to live."
Trowa exchanged looks with the newcomer over Quatre's head. If they didn't find a way to cure Quatre of these human emotions he might die of starvation, or allow himself to be killed haphazardly.
"We're ho-ome…" another voice called from the front hall.
The boy with the wild hair rolled his eyes. Morons…
Trowa coaxed Quatre to come out and see their fellow nightwalkers and the three of them went into the kitchen.
Duo rooted around in the refrigerator for something while Wufei leafed through the newspaper that had been on their doorstep when they came home.
"Find anything?" Trowa asked.
Wufei knew he didn't mean in the paper. "Two kids. Not much, but not unbearable."
Duo stood, holding up a bag of blood, taken from a rerouted hospital shipment. He glanced at Quatre, who was staring down at the floor, with a worried expression. Trowa shook his head and Duo frowned, concerned.
"How did your night go?" Wufei asked, pretending not to have noticed, for Quatre's sake.
"The usual," Trowa shrugged. "Went out looking early on, found what I was looking for, and then just wandered around for a while. Didn't find any dessert. Then I came back through the woods and collected Heero." The three active participants in the conversation turned to look at him.
"Hn," was all he said, leaning against one of the kitchen walls. He glanced at one of the windows. "There's a crack in the blinds."
"Thanks," Duo fixed it before the sun could rise. "Wolf senses keener than even ours… still amazes me."
"It shouldn't."
Duo rolled his eyes and went about warming his extra snack.
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Usagi took a long time falling asleep that night. A thousand things irked her. How had Raye not noticed anything weird about that guy? Or was Usagi just imagining it? Raye DID have the most experience in using these new senses after all.
Fading moonlight allowed her to see about her darkened room. She glanced at the photograph on her nightstand. Herself at a carnival with Rini and Mamoru. (AN: I TOLD you I'd be messing with names… Just run with it…) She smiled at the pink-haired girl. How could she not? She was her future daughter, after all. But did- well- did he have to be her husband? She picked up the photograph and studied each detail.
Mina had managed to catch Usagi and Rini at their worst, yet most loveable. Arguing over a box of candies they had agreed to share. Behind them Mamoru sweatdropped. She stared hard at his face. She didn't like the quirk of his mouth. It showed resentment and boredom. She was beginning to get bored with him too. And aggravated as well.
He never wanted to go anywhere. He was always studying. She had to make all the effort to make it look as though they had ANY kind of relationship still, forcing him to go places with her. Angrily, she wished he would just come right out and say it- he hated her. Or at least didn't love her.
She sighed and put the picture back on the dresser, face down. She would ask the girls tomorrow for their opinion. Perhaps it was time to simply end things with Mamoru. She dug herself under the sheets and closed her eyes, determined to sleep at last.
As she dozed off, some force swiftly erased the image of Rini in the photograph. Like some chalk drawing, she was wiped out of every album. The Tsukino's memories slowly disconnected from everything linked with the pink-haired girl.
"Forgive me. But it would interfere… Forgive me."
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-Lady ~.^
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By The Light…
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
Idea suggested and consulting/editing by Mako-chan
Disclaimer: Don't own GW *sob* Don't own SM *sob again* but I do own- KATAKU! My keyboard!! BWAHAHA! *laughs in Wufei's face* Take THAT annoying Justice Boy!!
Note: I scramble names a tad… Japanese- English- what's the dif? Some of each all mixed together to create MY Universe…
Other Note: SM time; after Super S but before Stars since the manga's not all out. ^__^ GW time; um, we're gonna mess with this A LOT. They're comrades living together w/ the Winner's I dunno if they have gundam but it remains to be seen… Just go with the flow, k? All will be revealed eventually…
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A tawny wolf trotted his way through the woods, keeping a wary eye out for everything. His fur seemed slightly disheveled, but no matter how much he groomed himself, it would always stick up at those rather odd angles. They made him seem all the more dangerous.
His nose twitched as he picked up on a familiar scent. Like human, which came in a fairly steady sweep from the direction of the city. But not human. Very, very similar, but not. He followed it to a clearing in the trees. There was indeed the not-human.
It looked at him with green eyes that gave away nothing, especially when half hidden by the hair that was always in its face. It said nothing. Only looked at him.
The wolf shook himself and went to lie down comfortably at the not-human's feet. He knew this not-human had a name, he was just too tired to think of it now. Sleepy… food often made him comfy and sleepy. Besides, words and names did not form easily in his canine mind. He recognized the not-human as friend and that was all that he needed.
The 'not-human' watched the wolf lie down and doze off. He would have worn a half-amused smile had it been in his nature. He watched the wolf sleep for quite some time before glancing at the sky and remembering that it would be daylight soon. He stood, brushed off his dark clothes, and went into the cave hidden in the brush.
The wolf awoke and his ears perked up. He sniffed the air and looked up at the sky through the trees, then followed the not-human inside. The two traveled through the depths of the cave, never faltering in the pitch darkness, until they reached a door built into the back wall. The not-human opened it and they emerged into the basement of a mansion.
"Guard the door until the others come home," was all the not-human said before taking the steps to the top level.
The wolf sneezed indignantly and lay down obediently before the door. All types of humans were the same. It was comfy here. And the light wasn't here to bother him. He would stay.
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"You're starving yourself again, aren't you, Quatre?" the man with green eyes and long bangs stood in the doorway.
The blond young man flinched at the accusation. "I don't need to kill every night…"
"You were a few weeks ago."
Quatre closed his eyes at the memory. "I always regret it later…"
"Quatre," green eyes looked deep into his blue ones. "If you don't eat, you can't function. If you can't function, you'll become crazed. If you're crazed, then you'll hunt the way you hate to hunt and the killing will be brutal again and you'll only hate yourself more later."
Quatre turned his blue eyes away. There was too much truth in those words. "I can handle it… I promise I won't push myself so far this time, Trowa."
"Quatre, you need to eat," Trowa said sternly. "You know you do."
"But the looks on their faces… the guilt as I watch their life drain away…"
"I thought you reveled in the killing," a new voice said. Huskier and heavier, it betrayed no emotion. Quatre winced. "That's what you felt a few weeks ago, wasn't it? You told me so yourself."
Trowa glared at the newcomer. "Didn't I tell you to guard the door?"
"Moon rose," was all he said and shrugged, already dressed in his typical uniform. Tight spandex shorts and a green tank. His hair was wild and messy, darker than the wolf's had been. But the Prussian blue eyes remained the same.
"He's right though…" Quatre swallowed hard. His throat was so dry. "I did revel in it. And now I feel all the more guilty for doing so." He shuddered. "I don't deserve to live."
Trowa exchanged looks with the newcomer over Quatre's head. If they didn't find a way to cure Quatre of these human emotions he might die of starvation, or allow himself to be killed haphazardly.
"We're ho-ome…" another voice called from the front hall.
The boy with the wild hair rolled his eyes. Morons…
Trowa coaxed Quatre to come out and see their fellow nightwalkers and the three of them went into the kitchen.
Duo rooted around in the refrigerator for something while Wufei leafed through the newspaper that had been on their doorstep when they came home.
"Find anything?" Trowa asked.
Wufei knew he didn't mean in the paper. "Two kids. Not much, but not unbearable."
Duo stood, holding up a bag of blood, taken from a rerouted hospital shipment. He glanced at Quatre, who was staring down at the floor, with a worried expression. Trowa shook his head and Duo frowned, concerned.
"How did your night go?" Wufei asked, pretending not to have noticed, for Quatre's sake.
"The usual," Trowa shrugged. "Went out looking early on, found what I was looking for, and then just wandered around for a while. Didn't find any dessert. Then I came back through the woods and collected Heero." The three active participants in the conversation turned to look at him.
"Hn," was all he said, leaning against one of the kitchen walls. He glanced at one of the windows. "There's a crack in the blinds."
"Thanks," Duo fixed it before the sun could rise. "Wolf senses keener than even ours… still amazes me."
"It shouldn't."
Duo rolled his eyes and went about warming his extra snack.
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Usagi took a long time falling asleep that night. A thousand things irked her. How had Raye not noticed anything weird about that guy? Or was Usagi just imagining it? Raye DID have the most experience in using these new senses after all.
Fading moonlight allowed her to see about her darkened room. She glanced at the photograph on her nightstand. Herself at a carnival with Rini and Mamoru. (AN: I TOLD you I'd be messing with names… Just run with it…) She smiled at the pink-haired girl. How could she not? She was her future daughter, after all. But did- well- did he have to be her husband? She picked up the photograph and studied each detail.
Mina had managed to catch Usagi and Rini at their worst, yet most loveable. Arguing over a box of candies they had agreed to share. Behind them Mamoru sweatdropped. She stared hard at his face. She didn't like the quirk of his mouth. It showed resentment and boredom. She was beginning to get bored with him too. And aggravated as well.
He never wanted to go anywhere. He was always studying. She had to make all the effort to make it look as though they had ANY kind of relationship still, forcing him to go places with her. Angrily, she wished he would just come right out and say it- he hated her. Or at least didn't love her.
She sighed and put the picture back on the dresser, face down. She would ask the girls tomorrow for their opinion. Perhaps it was time to simply end things with Mamoru. She dug herself under the sheets and closed her eyes, determined to sleep at last.
As she dozed off, some force swiftly erased the image of Rini in the photograph. Like some chalk drawing, she was wiped out of every album. The Tsukino's memories slowly disconnected from everything linked with the pink-haired girl.
"Forgive me. But it would interfere… Forgive me."
~~~%*%~~~
So? Luv it? Hate it? Think it could be improved? Think I'm a goddess for writing it? (BOW BEFORE ME, MORTALS!!) Or do you not understand it? Whatever it is- GIVE ME FRIKKIN FEEDBACK!! Specifics are always nice, too...
-Lady ~.^