Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Mere Memory ❯ Destination Unknown ( Chapter 1 )

Title: A Mere Memory

Author: Schizoid

Pairing: Haven't really decided yet, so you'll have to wait and see.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own either Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. Each belongs to their respectful owners, so please, do not sue.

Summary: Time has been torn apart, worlds are left to bleed into one another, what of the lives affected by such atrocities? Finally attaining peace after the fall of Mariemaia, the former Gundam pilots find themselves once again thrust into battle, but what of a war where mobile suits do not exist amongst the battlefield, but instead, magic must be harnessed and unleashed?

Author's Note: This chapter is somewhat short as usual, but please, send some reviews, I'd like to hear what others' have to say about my fic. All feedback will be greatly appreciated.

CHAPTER 1: Destination Unknown

The year, is After Colony 197. The uprising of the Barton Foundation and the commencement of the true "Operation Meteor" were thwarted as the Eve Wars came to a close. Peace returned to Earth, as well the colonies, forming their hopes for a tranquil future in the Earth Sphere Unified Nations, where the Vice Foreign Minister Darlian poses as the most influential of all representatives in preserving this peace. However, to protect it, there are those who have undertaken the responsibility in extinguishing threats long before another war may be given birth to.

Those who tend to this position with determination are the Preventers, yet none were more devoted in sustaining the peace than five of their highest, and most respected, top personnel. These being the former Gundam pilots, having fought in the One Year War of A.C. 195, the Eve Wars of A.C. 196-197, and ending both. After the final battle, all five had dispersed, scattering in search of answers, of how to live a life without war in a world where soldiers are no longer needed. Though as fate would have it, they were reunited once more for the same purpose, to protect their beloved peace.

It had been a few months past the final cease-fire, so far the events proved hopeful since then, and in celebration Relena Darlian, the Vice Foreign Minister herself, had thought it fit to throw a gala in appreciation for the former pilots' fruitful efforts. Thus, the five youths, once deadly soldiers taking part in guerrilla warfare, find themselves now surrounded by lavish decorations, tables piled with sumptuous feasts, and the subtle chatter of those on par with the highly esteemed. Still dressed in their Preventers uniforms, they watched the displays of luxury with uninterested eyes.

Brilliant violet hues set in a boyish heart-shaped face gazed longingly towards another, focused solely upon a Japanese youth about the same age as his watcher. The teen had a wild, tousled mane of luscious chocolate that framed an exotic face, a portrait of exquisite temptation that was nothing short of perfection. Blazing Prussian-blue eyes were rich in their dark depths, as endless as the ocean expanse for which their hue resembled. Alluring attributes, combined with a slight figure, gave an almost feminine appeal as an epitome of beauty itself.

Duo heaved a sigh; years of yearning for Heero drew nothing but heartache for the braided teen, knowing it'd be better to confess his love for the young Asian, yet the American could never gain enough courage to do so. Funny, how he could easily face and bring down fleets of Oz troops, but when it came to the simple task of approaching the boy he loved, he was utterly lost. Catching the concerned eyes of soft aquamarine, he smiled to Quatre, reassuring the Winner heir that he'd be fine. The blonde Arab was the only one who knew of his feelings for the once Perfect Soldier, had even tried to give suggestions on how to confide his love to the taciturn boy, but Duo simply could not do it.

Before Quatre could make his way over to Duo to console his friend, Trowa stopped the petite boy in his tracks, offering him a drink he had snatched from a passing waiter's tray. Giving an apologetic look to Duo, Quatre mouthed to him "we'll talk later," then turned back to Trowa, smiling radiantly at his lover. Running a hand through his long, chestnut bangs, he looked away from the loving couple. He was truly happy for the two, but ever since the wars had ended and they had allowed themselves to get involved, Quatre and Trowa had been joined at the hip, and such displays of warm affection only served to pain Duo further.

He knew he was being unfair, but he longed for such pleasures as well. Why shouldn't he be allowed happiness, too? Didn't he deserve it? Deciding to sulk some other time, he resumed his favorite hobby of watching over Heero, though was unpleasantly surprised in seeing the object of his affections no longer alone.

Wufei?!

The proud Chinese youth was currently conversing quietly with Heero, standing just a tad too close to the shorter Asian for Duo's liking, and…what was that? Heero was actually smiling shyly while Wufei chuckled softly, patting a callused hand atop the former Wing pilot's shoulder. Though the actions were subtle, the image it portrayed was rather…intimate. How could Wufei do this to him, the man was supposed to be his friend! That thought jarred Duo out of his shock, and into fury; Heero was his, dammit!

He was just about to make this fact crystal clear to Wufei, and to everyone else in the world; promptly forgetting previous years of uncertainty and fear of having his heart broken from rejection, he was stomping towards the pair when suddenly the entire room was engulfed in light. Panicked screams and yelling could be heard from the other guests at the sudden flash of blinding luminescence, the brightness causing Duo to stagger back with hands shielding futilely at his eyes, then worry blossomed quickly within him.

"Heero?! Heero, where are you?! What the hell is happening!!" cried Duo, helplessly trying to search for the Japanese, but there came no reply.

A strong force was then pulling his waist, dragging him towards some unknown direction without physical pressure, jostling him against what felt like other bodies as he was then thrust forward with the rest. Keeping his eyes tightly shut, he felt himself hurtling through an endless vacuum, while all thoughts were revolving on only one thing.

God, please let Heero be all right!

Pain was the next thing he managed to register, being unceremoniously dumped onto a hard, uncomfortably rocky surface, while the stench of dampened mold assaulted his nose. Keeping violet hues firmly shut, feigning unconsciousness in case this was some trap executed by new enemies, he concentrated first on just listening to what his surroundings offered; perhaps he could figure out where he was exactly and if there was any possible threat he should be ready for. The rustling of cloth could be heard from a number of figures, no doubt their clothing, giving support to truth that there were more than one, but how many exactly was unable to be determined. They were arguing among themselves, undeniable irritation tainting every word, also disbelief and indignation as their voices echoed in the hollowed space.

"Bloody Hell? Why would Death Eaters be ordered to summon children?" inquired a man, his voice was deep and accented.

"I don't know, but we'll have to take them back to the Ministry, along with those two," answered a woman. She sounded as though desperately trying to keep her calm while dealing with the man, who was acting like a petulant child at the moment.

"Bugger all, I did not sign up to be an Auror just so I could baby-sit little kids!"

"Be that as it may, it's procedure, we'll have to take them with us."

Grumbling could be heard before the man bit out, "Fine."

`Bloody Hell'? `Bugger all'? Death Eaters? Aurors? What the hell is going on? Where in the world am I?

With that, Duo snapped his eyes open, meeting the stunned faces of strangers who were looming over him. They were dressed in what looked like cloaks, each a different shade of color, while each were holding some sort of wooden stick that glowed at the tip. Glowing sticks? Were these supposed to be weapons? Surely not…right?