Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Guardian ❯ Prologue: Ichi ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Sakurazu 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Guardian
Pairings: 1+5 (eventual 1x5)
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I am merely a fan.
Warnings: AU, OOC
Ichi.
Chang Wufei jerked his sword abruptly, showering crimson droplets on the ground. His eyes skimmed over the surrounding corpses, the lone body ahead where his scabbard lay before roaming over the dark chocolate-haired boy, scanning for wounds. His gaze zeroed in on blood splatters on his arms, dismissing it when he could see neither cuts nor pained expression when he stared up at prussian blue eyes. He saw something flicker in those depths but before he could say anything, a rustling noise snatched his attention.
How many? I wont have the element of surprise this time. Wufei thought tensely, turning to face the disturbed foliage.
Wufei gripped his sword tightly with both hands, twin lines of blood running down his arm before dripping in a steady pitter-patter to the ground. He slid in front of the taller boy, bracing his feet, frowning when he felt the other take a side-step forward.
Now that he had shrugged out of his daze, there was no way Heero was going to stand behind and let the much smaller boy protect him. His master would flay his back for his cowardice and his..his father.. He swallowed thickly, banishing the image of his father for now. The noise was growing louder. He held his daggers so rigidly his knuckles turned white.
A slim girl emerged suddenly. Her hair, like soft black curtain flew fluidly in the air before drifting down to frame her oval-shaped face. Smudged tear tracks of blood starting from her eyes decorated her cheeks. A gash on her lower torso stained her ivory overcoat, one bare arm over it protectively, the other resting upon the hilt of her sheathed sword. Her ink black eyes took in the scene briskly, settling on the two young boys.
Nataku! Wufei cried, lowering his sword immediately, combative vibe already receding. He ran towards the girl. Youre wounded! What is going on, Nataku!? Father told me to take Heero-sama and run! Father and mother, theyre su--!
The ebon-haired girl silenced the questioning boy with a fierce look. Brother! I do not have much time.
Heero, after an uncertain moment, lowered his weapon as well. He knew this female by the name of Meilan, a Shen Long guardian too. His actually, although she hadnt been given to him yet as he hadnt reached his twelfth year. Belatedly he remembered their introduction. He watched her approach warily. Wufei trailed after her, his face twisted in confusion and worry.
Heero-sama. Meilan slid down to one knee before the chocolate-haired boy, bowing her head, her right hand touched her forehead then her left chest. She drew her blade up. Chang Meilan, first of Shen Long Shirin, from this day forth, mind, body, life, I am yours.
Heero stared at the kneeling girl even as his mind connected the uttered vow of the Shen Long guardians. She had pulled her Chinese collar open, exposing the face of a jade-hued dragon tattoo, its body appearing to circle her neck, its jaws resting on her left collarbone, pressing the tip of her sword hard enough to break the skin. He felt her fingers touch his lip. His tongue slid out automatically, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He nodded.I accept.
Come. We must leave now.
Wait! Meilan, my father! Take me to him.
No. She shook her head. Your safety is my mission. We dont have much time!
What about father and mother, Nataku?! Wufei interjected.
Wake up Wufei! Meilan snapped. Twin sets of ink-black eyes flashed at each other silently communicating. Remember who you are! She had practically screamed in his mind. The smaller boy visibly flinched as he recalled his fathers yelled instructions.
I wont leave without my father. Heero stated flatly, with a stubborn tilt of his head.
My deepest apology young master but Im not giving you a choice. She countered back firmly as she stood up. She glared at the still boy. WUFEI!
The smaller boy growled in frustration and fury, the almond-shaped eyes blazing hotly, as if he could sear the ground beside his feet afire. He bit out his assent. Where?
A rare smile flickered from Meilans face, gone in a blink. Her hand lightly patted on her brothers bowed head as she strode off. We seek out O.
You just pledged you belong to me. You will obey ME, Shen Long.
A small golden hand clamped on Heeros arm hard. We have our orders. Time to go Heero-sama. His dispassionate tone left no room for arguments. The taller boy dugged at his heels, yanking at his arm.
**
Father, Mother, please be safe. Meilan sent a prayer silently. She had taken no less than three steps when she fell to her knees with a cry, clutching her eyes. NOO..No no no.. not..! She let loose a mountain of expletives and pained gasps as she dropped to her elbows. The two boys stilled their tug of war and stared in puzzlement, the smaller one releasing his hold and falling beside her, distress ringing clear in his voice. Nataku...?!
A soft wail escaped from her jerking body. Her ink black eyes slowly losing its colour, becoming translucent as blood tears flowed down her cheeks. Wufei! *gasp* Get away now!! *gasp* Pro-tectGGGH! With a cry, Meilan shoved Wufei away.
She sprang up all of a sudden, whipping her sword free and bringing it down towards the chocolate-haired boy. Heeros eyes widened, his hands going for his daggers even as he tried to scramble. Too slow! Not going to make it! The blades crashing momentum blew tantalizingly at his bangs before it stopped in front of his eyes.
Wufei barely blocked the strike from the side, the force of the blow jarring his arm. His other hand came up, gripping the hilt, holding the strike. Meilan hissed at Wufei, jumping back before launching a flurry of fast-paced attacks.
Nataku! What are you doing?! Wufei yelled in panic and confusion. He moved quickly, keeping himself between his sister and the other boy. She was relentless in her offense and he was slowly being pushed back, each parry sending bolts of fresh pain to his wounded shoulder. Stop it Nataku!! You swore..!
Heero backtracked quickly, giving the smaller boy much-needed space. His daggers out, he darted to the left, his eyes rapidly looking for an opening.
She drew back her sword, intending a direct massive thrust when a dagger flew in the air. Translucent eyes glanced sideways, an arm coming up to intercept it. Now! His instinct yelled and Wufei did not hesitate. Jet black hair flew as he moved quickly and aimed a spinning back kick at her lower torso. She gave a small cry from the impact. Blood flowed anew from her aggravated wound. She pulled the dagger free and threw it straight ahead, narrowly missing the pony-tailed boy who had leapt forward with a flipping overhead kick, bringing his leg down solidly on her outstretched hand.
Heero swore in anger, forcing himself to stay out of the way, his eyes never leaving the siblings fight, searching for another chance. His hand gripped his dagger as he changed location.
Meilan please!! Wufeis voice breaking at the end. He drew his sword, adopting a defensive pose. The Shen Long guardian faltered, for a moment her eyes once again the familiar ink black. She breathed out with immense difficulty. Wu..feiyou mustugggnn! Blood once again squeezed out from her translucent eyes and she rushed forward, her assault in a furious pace. Steel against steel rang out. Sparks danced alongside the combatants as both fluid black tresses whirled in the air, whipping fast and slow. Wufei pivoted, his blade spinning, effectively blocking her forward slash. Her slim body twisted and dropped down, delivering a sweeping kick, knocking the small boy on his back. Wufei hastily rolled to his right, scarcely evading impalement. The plunging blade stabbed and trapped his arm to the ground. He flipped back on his feet, hissing as he felt the muscle, skin and clothing tear. He brought his blade in front, again adopting a defensive pose, strained onyx eyes searching and focusing on his elder sisterswait, retreating back?? What the? He looked further ahead. Kuso!! He bounded after her.
Prussian blue eyes narrowed apprehensively at his rushing guardian. Logically, he knew he would not last against a Shen Long, let alone a full grown one. She may be weaponless, but no doubt would be just as deadly.
Bring it! His mind screamed as he wielded his dagger in front.
TBC
I owe a boatload of gratitude to Hijikatas single, helped me visualize the fight scenes. Its actually hard to *see* the play-by-play when your mind constantly wants to fast-forward everything and get on with it. ^^o
At the risk of sounding like a total idiot, can someone please tell me how to retain the italics? .txt keeps getting rid of it T_T
Pairings: 1+5 (eventual 1x5)
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I am merely a fan.
Warnings: AU, OOC
Ichi.
Chang Wufei jerked his sword abruptly, showering crimson droplets on the ground. His eyes skimmed over the surrounding corpses, the lone body ahead where his scabbard lay before roaming over the dark chocolate-haired boy, scanning for wounds. His gaze zeroed in on blood splatters on his arms, dismissing it when he could see neither cuts nor pained expression when he stared up at prussian blue eyes. He saw something flicker in those depths but before he could say anything, a rustling noise snatched his attention.
How many? I wont have the element of surprise this time. Wufei thought tensely, turning to face the disturbed foliage.
Wufei gripped his sword tightly with both hands, twin lines of blood running down his arm before dripping in a steady pitter-patter to the ground. He slid in front of the taller boy, bracing his feet, frowning when he felt the other take a side-step forward.
Now that he had shrugged out of his daze, there was no way Heero was going to stand behind and let the much smaller boy protect him. His master would flay his back for his cowardice and his..his father.. He swallowed thickly, banishing the image of his father for now. The noise was growing louder. He held his daggers so rigidly his knuckles turned white.
A slim girl emerged suddenly. Her hair, like soft black curtain flew fluidly in the air before drifting down to frame her oval-shaped face. Smudged tear tracks of blood starting from her eyes decorated her cheeks. A gash on her lower torso stained her ivory overcoat, one bare arm over it protectively, the other resting upon the hilt of her sheathed sword. Her ink black eyes took in the scene briskly, settling on the two young boys.
Nataku! Wufei cried, lowering his sword immediately, combative vibe already receding. He ran towards the girl. Youre wounded! What is going on, Nataku!? Father told me to take Heero-sama and run! Father and mother, theyre su--!
The ebon-haired girl silenced the questioning boy with a fierce look. Brother! I do not have much time.
Heero, after an uncertain moment, lowered his weapon as well. He knew this female by the name of Meilan, a Shen Long guardian too. His actually, although she hadnt been given to him yet as he hadnt reached his twelfth year. Belatedly he remembered their introduction. He watched her approach warily. Wufei trailed after her, his face twisted in confusion and worry.
Heero-sama. Meilan slid down to one knee before the chocolate-haired boy, bowing her head, her right hand touched her forehead then her left chest. She drew her blade up. Chang Meilan, first of Shen Long Shirin, from this day forth, mind, body, life, I am yours.
Heero stared at the kneeling girl even as his mind connected the uttered vow of the Shen Long guardians. She had pulled her Chinese collar open, exposing the face of a jade-hued dragon tattoo, its body appearing to circle her neck, its jaws resting on her left collarbone, pressing the tip of her sword hard enough to break the skin. He felt her fingers touch his lip. His tongue slid out automatically, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He nodded.I accept.
Come. We must leave now.
Wait! Meilan, my father! Take me to him.
No. She shook her head. Your safety is my mission. We dont have much time!
What about father and mother, Nataku?! Wufei interjected.
Wake up Wufei! Meilan snapped. Twin sets of ink-black eyes flashed at each other silently communicating. Remember who you are! She had practically screamed in his mind. The smaller boy visibly flinched as he recalled his fathers yelled instructions.
I wont leave without my father. Heero stated flatly, with a stubborn tilt of his head.
My deepest apology young master but Im not giving you a choice. She countered back firmly as she stood up. She glared at the still boy. WUFEI!
The smaller boy growled in frustration and fury, the almond-shaped eyes blazing hotly, as if he could sear the ground beside his feet afire. He bit out his assent. Where?
A rare smile flickered from Meilans face, gone in a blink. Her hand lightly patted on her brothers bowed head as she strode off. We seek out O.
You just pledged you belong to me. You will obey ME, Shen Long.
A small golden hand clamped on Heeros arm hard. We have our orders. Time to go Heero-sama. His dispassionate tone left no room for arguments. The taller boy dugged at his heels, yanking at his arm.
**
Father, Mother, please be safe. Meilan sent a prayer silently. She had taken no less than three steps when she fell to her knees with a cry, clutching her eyes. NOO..No no no.. not..! She let loose a mountain of expletives and pained gasps as she dropped to her elbows. The two boys stilled their tug of war and stared in puzzlement, the smaller one releasing his hold and falling beside her, distress ringing clear in his voice. Nataku...?!
A soft wail escaped from her jerking body. Her ink black eyes slowly losing its colour, becoming translucent as blood tears flowed down her cheeks. Wufei! *gasp* Get away now!! *gasp* Pro-tectGGGH! With a cry, Meilan shoved Wufei away.
She sprang up all of a sudden, whipping her sword free and bringing it down towards the chocolate-haired boy. Heeros eyes widened, his hands going for his daggers even as he tried to scramble. Too slow! Not going to make it! The blades crashing momentum blew tantalizingly at his bangs before it stopped in front of his eyes.
Wufei barely blocked the strike from the side, the force of the blow jarring his arm. His other hand came up, gripping the hilt, holding the strike. Meilan hissed at Wufei, jumping back before launching a flurry of fast-paced attacks.
Nataku! What are you doing?! Wufei yelled in panic and confusion. He moved quickly, keeping himself between his sister and the other boy. She was relentless in her offense and he was slowly being pushed back, each parry sending bolts of fresh pain to his wounded shoulder. Stop it Nataku!! You swore..!
Heero backtracked quickly, giving the smaller boy much-needed space. His daggers out, he darted to the left, his eyes rapidly looking for an opening.
She drew back her sword, intending a direct massive thrust when a dagger flew in the air. Translucent eyes glanced sideways, an arm coming up to intercept it. Now! His instinct yelled and Wufei did not hesitate. Jet black hair flew as he moved quickly and aimed a spinning back kick at her lower torso. She gave a small cry from the impact. Blood flowed anew from her aggravated wound. She pulled the dagger free and threw it straight ahead, narrowly missing the pony-tailed boy who had leapt forward with a flipping overhead kick, bringing his leg down solidly on her outstretched hand.
Heero swore in anger, forcing himself to stay out of the way, his eyes never leaving the siblings fight, searching for another chance. His hand gripped his dagger as he changed location.
Meilan please!! Wufeis voice breaking at the end. He drew his sword, adopting a defensive pose. The Shen Long guardian faltered, for a moment her eyes once again the familiar ink black. She breathed out with immense difficulty. Wu..feiyou mustugggnn! Blood once again squeezed out from her translucent eyes and she rushed forward, her assault in a furious pace. Steel against steel rang out. Sparks danced alongside the combatants as both fluid black tresses whirled in the air, whipping fast and slow. Wufei pivoted, his blade spinning, effectively blocking her forward slash. Her slim body twisted and dropped down, delivering a sweeping kick, knocking the small boy on his back. Wufei hastily rolled to his right, scarcely evading impalement. The plunging blade stabbed and trapped his arm to the ground. He flipped back on his feet, hissing as he felt the muscle, skin and clothing tear. He brought his blade in front, again adopting a defensive pose, strained onyx eyes searching and focusing on his elder sisterswait, retreating back?? What the? He looked further ahead. Kuso!! He bounded after her.
Prussian blue eyes narrowed apprehensively at his rushing guardian. Logically, he knew he would not last against a Shen Long, let alone a full grown one. She may be weaponless, but no doubt would be just as deadly.
Bring it! His mind screamed as he wielded his dagger in front.
TBC
I owe a boatload of gratitude to Hijikatas single, helped me visualize the fight scenes. Its actually hard to *see* the play-by-play when your mind constantly wants to fast-forward everything and get on with it. ^^o
At the risk of sounding like a total idiot, can someone please tell me how to retain the italics? .txt keeps getting rid of it T_T