Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Guardian ❯ Prologue: Zero ( Prologue )

Title: Guardian

Pairings: 1+5

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I am merely a fan. Mainly a Wufei fan. And Heero…and a little of Zechs. Heehee ^_^

Warnings: AU, OOC

 

Prologue

 

Long pitch-black hair bound in blood red tassel rope swished furiously in front of me. His long sleeves, once pristine white, were now tinged in hazy red. His small hand grasped mine tightly as we ran through high grass thickets. I brushed my free hand at the sting on my cheek automatically as we passed by another clump of razor sharp grass.

 

Vaguely I wondered why I was allowing myself to be lead like this considering my status. My heart was beating so fast I thought of the possibility of it bursting. We were both panting heavily. The grass moving unbelievably loud, and yet there it was..the unmistakable sound of chasing footsteps behind us.

 

I collided unto his slight frame as he suddenly came to a grinding halt. He stumbled a little from my weight, his free hand reaching behind to steady me. I peered over his head and saw the chasm ahead, raging waters thrashing violently below.

 

The sound of chase grew audibly. The ebon-haired boy switched places with me without warning, his sword already drawn just in time as our pursuers burst into view from the clearing.

 

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Later I would feel shame as I stood stock-still while the small boy exploded into action. Five men surrounded us, grinning, no doubt from the sight of two boys at the end of the line. Their weapons were drawn as well. A bald, lanky man with missing teeth took a step forward.

 

“Our Lord requires yer body, princeling. He dint say yous had ta be breathing.” He chortled.

 

I heard a growl before a blur of white appeared before the bald brute. His laughter sputtered to a gurgle as he clutched his neck and abdomen. Crimson liquid spattered in the air as the ebon-haired boy turned his attention the rest charging head on towards him.

 

Heavens, the boy was fast. Dodging slashes and zipping behind the nearest man, he swung a huge arc at the legs, causing the man to cry out and fall down. Twisting around, he rapidly brought his blade up to engage the sword coming down from behind. He grunted as the weight of the bearing blade brought him down to one knee. His scabbard thrust out solidly against the third man's knee, enough to crack his bone. He swiveled the scabbard to his side, swiping low but missed for the man broke sword pressure and jumped back. His relief was short-lived when his opponent came right back with an even heavier slash, locking his sword again. Worse, he could feel the man he had slashed in the legs rising to his knees while the one with cracked bones was already striking. Instinctively, he dropped his scabbard and yanked the collar of the kneeling man behind him, using his startled body as a shield from the impending fatal strike. His eyes widened as he saw..

 

“Heero-sama!”

 

I saw his onyx eyes grow large in alarm. I came awake from my stupor as I heard my name. ..in time to see the fifth man with his sword slicing down on me. Something flew across and hit my attacker's sword as it came down, missing me. I stumbled back, fumbling for my dagger. My master's voice resonated in me. A singular thought flitted on my mind: Fight or die. Without hesitation, I plunged my dagger in his chest. I pulled a second dagger and stabbed him again for good measure.

 

The small white figure was down on the ground, gritting his teeth as the blade bore down on his shoulder. He had thrown his scabbard at the cost of his balance. His opponent was grinning gleefully as he twisted the blade further while the last one limped forward, his face scrunched up in fury and pain. Snarling, the boy braced himself on his elbows, ignoring the added pain and shot both legs up, kicking his attacker's crotch hard. The man immediately released his grip on his sword, howling and grabbing at crotch. In a flash, he yanked at the sword embedded on his shoulder, jerked it deeply onto the limping man's body, his scrunched up face now reflecting surprise. The ebon-haired boy quickly adopted a defensive stance as the enraged last man standing came at him in a flurry. Though bleeding, he was still nimble enough, dodging the attacks until he saw an opening. He surged the blade upward, embedding it. Then he rolled over, his arm snaking out to grab his own sword at the ground and pierced his heart.

 

I stood before him. I have never killed a person before and yet this boy, smaller than me, younger than me, killed four in an instant. Protected me, defended me. I stared at the ink black eyes looking up at me. It was then that I remembered who he was.

 

Chang Wufei, son of my father's Shen Long guardian.

 

A rustle caught both our attention. We both whirled, weapons ready.

 

 

“Nataku!”

 

 

TBC

 

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My first ever fanfic *nervously excited*