Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Guardian ❯ Prologue: Ni ( 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 | Updated On: 08.25.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 159 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2010 | Updated On: 08.25.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 159 | Status: Work In Progress
Guardian Prologue: Ni
Pairings: 1+5 (eventual 1x5)
Disclaimer: I do not own GW nor any of its characters. I am merely a fan.
Warnings: AU, OOC
A hard fist kissed the air, whispering at the messy tips of his chocolate-coloured hair as he evaded.
Barely.
Hayai!
Time moved in slow as wide prussian blue and flat translucent eyes locked on each other. His heart hammered violently. Adrenaline sang in his veins even as fissures of fear slivered. A knee connected with his side painfully, wobbling him. Grimacing in pain and surprise, his arm shot out, his dagger stabbing wildly, touching flesh.
This close, theres no way I could miss..
Butterfly palms slammed briskly against his chest in retaliation, twice, thrice, pushing him back, stealing his breath.
..then again, neither would she.
Emitting a guttural cry, the young boy surged forward, going low, his weapon poised upwards. The Shen Longs arm moved to intercept the attack, allowing it to sink deeply in her flesh. She released a suppressed hiss, jerking her arm backwards rapidly, pulling the startled boy along. Strong, slender fingers clamped down firmly on his wrist, twisting it over his head. Heero cursed and tried to pull away, long abandoning his weapon. He was forcibly being turned around, sending his back against her, one arm trapped behind, the other flailing about.
Alarm radiated from his body. He fought to break free, ignoring the pain from his shoulder. His free arm kicked to motion, thrusting his elbow savagely at his captors wounded middle. His legs kicked out wildly, frantically, trying to hit anything. He drove his elbow back again, mashing it against her wound viciously. He felt more than heard her soft grunts of pain and his mind rejoiced, that is, until he spotted a feminine hand coming close, dagger still embedded. He didnt even think. He jawbutted the upright dagger, shoving it precariously but widening and deepening the cut.
~~
Chang Meiran was enveloped in the cutting wind, locked in a wall-less prison and frozen. Her body was riddled with clean cuts. Distantly she knew she was screaming though not a single sound echoed. Perhaps she had gone deaf as the only sound she could hear were the angry howls of the wind. Several long black locks flew haphazardly as if confused upon which direction the whirling gust took. Worse still, she lost her vision, seeing merely a cloudy grey haze when the wind would shift away from her face and permitted her to open her eyes. Just like now. A sharp pinch caught her attention. Gazing down, she watched with disconcerted interest as crimson beads detached from her bloodstained middle and joined the tempest, swirling lazily around her, dancing in her face until the wind shifted and once again she saw no more. Meiran felt another pinch, harder this time. She felt the hot flash of pain, gone so soon she must have imagined it. Or did she not? She was disquieted. Where was she? Why was there this massive wind? Of all the elements! It had to be the one she had no defense against with. Where was she again? The air blew even faster, chilling her, numbing her. Why was she even wondering? Her eyes flew open as her arm twitched, jolting pain searing through. She became aware of her tattoo pulsing rapidly. Tattoo? She glanced down, recognition flickered for an instant upon the sight of her dragon. Shen Long..
It seemed the wind had centered in her front. She shook her head, trying the shake away her confusion and numbness. The word Shen Long repeated over and over in her mind. She raised her unscathed arm slowly in an effort to..combat the wind? Surprise replaced all emotions as she felt something solid. Using both arms, though sluggishly, she was able to propel the solid wind away for a moment before it engulfed her back.
~~
Heero barely registered his free arm before he was shoved forward. He doved to the ground without hesitation, narrowly escaping his guardians seizing grasp. Now what? His mind raced for options. He was down on his knees, facing away from her. Even as he turned around, at the corner of his eyes, he spied his own dagger descending upon him.
A pint-sized body launched itself on Natakus back. Gripping the long tresses, Wufei heaved back, effectively halting the plunging weapon. The Shen Long snarled in frustration. She grabbed the offending body behind, and easily threw him overhead to crash against the other boy. Wufei, letting out a yelp, landed heavily on top of Heero, sending the latter on his back. A curtain of jet black silk momentarily shrouded Heeros vision as he grunted against the small body. Without missing a beat, Nataku lunged, weapon poised to strike. Wufei jerked his hand up just in time to catch the dagger, skewering his hand through and through. His blade swung upward, stopping just before it pierced his sisterfs body. Glittering obsidian eyes wavered. He swallowed thickly. He. Could. Not.
Nataku..
The beseeching whisper floated to her. Siblings stared at each other, rooted in deadly state.
Black spidery strands fluttered past her blood-smeared, heart-shaped face. Without releasing her hold on the dagger, her other hand reached past Wufeis blade, further pass the hilt, until it reached her brothers hand, to clasp on it tightly. Then she pulled hard as she took a step forward, impaling herself onto the drawn blade.
All three combatants gasped..in pain, shock and denial. She retreated back slowly, pain evident in her halting steps. Her pale eyes was returning to its darkness though her vision was dimming. The raging wind that had all but engulfed her had disappeared. She tried to focus, seeing the two paralyzed boys. Her gaze centered on her little brothers devastated face.
Wufei...forget not our vows... Then Chang Meiran smiled and fell back from the edge freely, the violent waves rising to catch her falling body. Strange it is not to see his customary scowl. Father..Mother..
The smaller boy sprung from his near catatonic state, arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to catch his rapidly disappearing sibling.
MEIRAN!!!
Instinctively, Heero jumped up and took off after Wufei. Tackling him bodily, he wrapped both his arms around the small body tightly, trapping them and tumbling them both to the ground. He struggled to keep the younger boy down even as his own emotions jumbled inside. He did not understand why this was happening. Or why his Shen Long tried to kill and save him. He just resolutely knew he must not let go.
Chang Wufei continued to scream as he stared at the spot long after Nataku fell. His anguished cries ringing in the air.
~~
The wind howled long and low. High up, the dark sky stirred, voicing its restlessness through disturbed rumbles. Bodies dressed the battlefield. Once, that same field had been the source of peaceful days and lazy sunshine, where the gentle wind blew like that of a lovers caress. Now, blood pooled unrelentingly, staining the ground slick.
Her eyes widened, the inky blackness returning, a myriad of emotions - pain, forgiveness, love - reflected in it as she sank to the ground. Her dark hair gracefully draped over her slim body. Her sword fell and clattered with finality. Her killer retreated a step back. Then another. And another. His whole body shaking, he slowly turned around.
My Lord, I am your.. He rasped out, a spasm ran through his body, a single tear of blood crawled down his cheek.
..Shen Long.. He raised his sword with effort, the pointed tip twitching.
I WILL protect you.. He whispered achingly, eyes that were obsidian in colour began receding and turning translucent, trained solely at the silent man that stood before him.
..even from myself. as he drove his blade upon himself.
He went down softly.
Forgive me..my love. The rouge dragon face etched on his hand seemed alive as his shaking hand reached for the lifeless female one, the azure-hued dragon tattoo on it slowly vanishing. He could barely see her. The hands of time stood still for a moment, allowing the two dragons open jaws to touch. Meiran..Wufei..
Sleep well my friend. Odin bowed in respect. Gripping his weapon on one hand, his other reached for his Shen Longs sword as he stood up and turned to face his enemies. His own face reflected the same myriad of emotions..and acceptance before slipping in a frozen mask.
Two swords rose to meet the horde of weapons.
The sky no longer rumbled.
It roared.
And cried.
As Odin Lowe fell, he recalled his Shen Longs words. My son will protect Heero. He is untouched.
~~
Across the chasm, hidden by the turbulent waves, two pairs of eyes, ebony and prussian, stared, horror-stricken.
~~
Pairings: 1+5 (eventual 1x5)
Disclaimer: I do not own GW nor any of its characters. I am merely a fan.
Warnings: AU, OOC
A hard fist kissed the air, whispering at the messy tips of his chocolate-coloured hair as he evaded.
Barely.
Hayai!
Time moved in slow as wide prussian blue and flat translucent eyes locked on each other. His heart hammered violently. Adrenaline sang in his veins even as fissures of fear slivered. A knee connected with his side painfully, wobbling him. Grimacing in pain and surprise, his arm shot out, his dagger stabbing wildly, touching flesh.
This close, theres no way I could miss..
Butterfly palms slammed briskly against his chest in retaliation, twice, thrice, pushing him back, stealing his breath.
..then again, neither would she.
Emitting a guttural cry, the young boy surged forward, going low, his weapon poised upwards. The Shen Longs arm moved to intercept the attack, allowing it to sink deeply in her flesh. She released a suppressed hiss, jerking her arm backwards rapidly, pulling the startled boy along. Strong, slender fingers clamped down firmly on his wrist, twisting it over his head. Heero cursed and tried to pull away, long abandoning his weapon. He was forcibly being turned around, sending his back against her, one arm trapped behind, the other flailing about.
Alarm radiated from his body. He fought to break free, ignoring the pain from his shoulder. His free arm kicked to motion, thrusting his elbow savagely at his captors wounded middle. His legs kicked out wildly, frantically, trying to hit anything. He drove his elbow back again, mashing it against her wound viciously. He felt more than heard her soft grunts of pain and his mind rejoiced, that is, until he spotted a feminine hand coming close, dagger still embedded. He didnt even think. He jawbutted the upright dagger, shoving it precariously but widening and deepening the cut.
~~
Chang Meiran was enveloped in the cutting wind, locked in a wall-less prison and frozen. Her body was riddled with clean cuts. Distantly she knew she was screaming though not a single sound echoed. Perhaps she had gone deaf as the only sound she could hear were the angry howls of the wind. Several long black locks flew haphazardly as if confused upon which direction the whirling gust took. Worse still, she lost her vision, seeing merely a cloudy grey haze when the wind would shift away from her face and permitted her to open her eyes. Just like now. A sharp pinch caught her attention. Gazing down, she watched with disconcerted interest as crimson beads detached from her bloodstained middle and joined the tempest, swirling lazily around her, dancing in her face until the wind shifted and once again she saw no more. Meiran felt another pinch, harder this time. She felt the hot flash of pain, gone so soon she must have imagined it. Or did she not? She was disquieted. Where was she? Why was there this massive wind? Of all the elements! It had to be the one she had no defense against with. Where was she again? The air blew even faster, chilling her, numbing her. Why was she even wondering? Her eyes flew open as her arm twitched, jolting pain searing through. She became aware of her tattoo pulsing rapidly. Tattoo? She glanced down, recognition flickered for an instant upon the sight of her dragon. Shen Long..
It seemed the wind had centered in her front. She shook her head, trying the shake away her confusion and numbness. The word Shen Long repeated over and over in her mind. She raised her unscathed arm slowly in an effort to..combat the wind? Surprise replaced all emotions as she felt something solid. Using both arms, though sluggishly, she was able to propel the solid wind away for a moment before it engulfed her back.
~~
Heero barely registered his free arm before he was shoved forward. He doved to the ground without hesitation, narrowly escaping his guardians seizing grasp. Now what? His mind raced for options. He was down on his knees, facing away from her. Even as he turned around, at the corner of his eyes, he spied his own dagger descending upon him.
A pint-sized body launched itself on Natakus back. Gripping the long tresses, Wufei heaved back, effectively halting the plunging weapon. The Shen Long snarled in frustration. She grabbed the offending body behind, and easily threw him overhead to crash against the other boy. Wufei, letting out a yelp, landed heavily on top of Heero, sending the latter on his back. A curtain of jet black silk momentarily shrouded Heeros vision as he grunted against the small body. Without missing a beat, Nataku lunged, weapon poised to strike. Wufei jerked his hand up just in time to catch the dagger, skewering his hand through and through. His blade swung upward, stopping just before it pierced his sisterfs body. Glittering obsidian eyes wavered. He swallowed thickly. He. Could. Not.
Nataku..
The beseeching whisper floated to her. Siblings stared at each other, rooted in deadly state.
Black spidery strands fluttered past her blood-smeared, heart-shaped face. Without releasing her hold on the dagger, her other hand reached past Wufeis blade, further pass the hilt, until it reached her brothers hand, to clasp on it tightly. Then she pulled hard as she took a step forward, impaling herself onto the drawn blade.
All three combatants gasped..in pain, shock and denial. She retreated back slowly, pain evident in her halting steps. Her pale eyes was returning to its darkness though her vision was dimming. The raging wind that had all but engulfed her had disappeared. She tried to focus, seeing the two paralyzed boys. Her gaze centered on her little brothers devastated face.
Wufei...forget not our vows... Then Chang Meiran smiled and fell back from the edge freely, the violent waves rising to catch her falling body. Strange it is not to see his customary scowl. Father..Mother..
The smaller boy sprung from his near catatonic state, arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to catch his rapidly disappearing sibling.
MEIRAN!!!
Instinctively, Heero jumped up and took off after Wufei. Tackling him bodily, he wrapped both his arms around the small body tightly, trapping them and tumbling them both to the ground. He struggled to keep the younger boy down even as his own emotions jumbled inside. He did not understand why this was happening. Or why his Shen Long tried to kill and save him. He just resolutely knew he must not let go.
Chang Wufei continued to scream as he stared at the spot long after Nataku fell. His anguished cries ringing in the air.
~~
The wind howled long and low. High up, the dark sky stirred, voicing its restlessness through disturbed rumbles. Bodies dressed the battlefield. Once, that same field had been the source of peaceful days and lazy sunshine, where the gentle wind blew like that of a lovers caress. Now, blood pooled unrelentingly, staining the ground slick.
Her eyes widened, the inky blackness returning, a myriad of emotions - pain, forgiveness, love - reflected in it as she sank to the ground. Her dark hair gracefully draped over her slim body. Her sword fell and clattered with finality. Her killer retreated a step back. Then another. And another. His whole body shaking, he slowly turned around.
My Lord, I am your.. He rasped out, a spasm ran through his body, a single tear of blood crawled down his cheek.
..Shen Long.. He raised his sword with effort, the pointed tip twitching.
I WILL protect you.. He whispered achingly, eyes that were obsidian in colour began receding and turning translucent, trained solely at the silent man that stood before him.
..even from myself. as he drove his blade upon himself.
He went down softly.
Forgive me..my love. The rouge dragon face etched on his hand seemed alive as his shaking hand reached for the lifeless female one, the azure-hued dragon tattoo on it slowly vanishing. He could barely see her. The hands of time stood still for a moment, allowing the two dragons open jaws to touch. Meiran..Wufei..
Sleep well my friend. Odin bowed in respect. Gripping his weapon on one hand, his other reached for his Shen Longs sword as he stood up and turned to face his enemies. His own face reflected the same myriad of emotions..and acceptance before slipping in a frozen mask.
Two swords rose to meet the horde of weapons.
The sky no longer rumbled.
It roared.
And cried.
As Odin Lowe fell, he recalled his Shen Longs words. My son will protect Heero. He is untouched.
~~
Across the chasm, hidden by the turbulent waves, two pairs of eyes, ebony and prussian, stared, horror-stricken.
~~