Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam X-Win ❯ 01 ( Chapter 1 )

Gundam X-Win

01

By Devon Masterson

AN: This is my first fusion. I've never read one before so forgive me, I believe in staying fresh when I start new types of fic. Please leave constructive reviews, i.e. if you think it is going badly tell me where I am going wrong. Don't just say, "this sucks" or "this is in poor taste."

Thanks for help with the sketch, Lady EJ

"Interesting," Quatre commented as he clicked the scroll bar with his mouse.

Trowa looked over toward the blond Arabian and pushed up his ruby quartz glasses. "Found something to get into, Tre?"

"You make it sound like I am some sort of brat," he replied turning his head.

Trowa smirked then went back to his book.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked as he turned his chair to face his best friend.

"Nothing," he answered.

"Uh-huh," Quatre commented as he maneuvered his hover chair over towards the table and picked up his glass. "Anyway, I came across some local folklore about a wild jungle man that I thought we could check out. I feel there is something more to it then just natives trying to scare their children into staying out of the jungle."

"Maybe we should look into it," Trowa replied.

"Look into what?" Relena asked as she placed her arms around Trowa and kissed his cheek.

"I came across some old folklore about a wild jungle man," Quatre answered. "I have a feeling that the wild jungle man might actually be a mutant."

"Only a feeling?" Relena asked.

"I need more to go on before I go probing every mind in the area," Quatre replied. He raised his glass to his lips and drank half the glass. "Perhaps while on our tour of the city we can inquire."

"This is supposed to be our vacation, Tre," Relena sighed.

"It couldn't hurt for us to look into it," Trowa said. He lifted Relena's arm and pulled around to the front of him so she could sit in his lap. "We could use always use the help."

"That's true," she sighed as she lay back in his arms.

"Good then it's all set," Quatre smiled. He put his glass down then turned his hover chair around. "I'll see you guys later I want to get a short nap in before we leave. I didn't sleep too well last night."

"Nightmares about the shadow man again?" Trowa asked in concern.

Quatre nodded. "I sometimes wonder who's the psychic around here," he smirked then became serious. "Don't worry I'll be fine," he added as he left the room.

"I'm worried about Tre's dreams," Relena admitted once Quatre was gone. "They have a habit of coming true in some fashion. I think something big is going to happen."

"We'll just have to be on guard," he said simply.

"I hope that's enough," she replied as a glass of lemonade floated to her outstretched hand. "Mind if I have a sip?"

"You can have the rest of it," he answered.

Relena smiled and brought the glass to her lips.

xxxx

Treize stood by the window of his lavish office. To most, the office was strange in its décor though elegantly done. Almost everything in the room was made of some sort of metal alloy. It gave the room a rustic posh feel, but few were even allowed to grace their eyes with the sight of the office. "Yes?"

Lady Une entered the room quietly and smiled. "I come to make my report, Mr. Treize."

Treize turned from the window and raised an eyebrow at her appearance. "Really, Mystique, we are beyond disguises are we not?"

She nodded and showed her true form. Lady Une head of public relations for OZ was for the public, Mystique was her true nature.

"Watching you change never ceases to amaze me," he commented.

A purple blush crept into her blue cheeks. "Thank you, Mr. Treize."

"You're welcome, Mystique," he replied then waved his hand toward her. The chair behind her moved closer. "Have a seat. I have some things to discuss with you before I hear your report."

"Yes, Sir." Mystique sat down in the chair then crossed her legs as she awaited his orders.

As a natural response, his eyes swept over the provocative white dress she wore. He knew it was necessary for her wear the garment for disguise reasons. She could only manipulate so much beyond her natural body mass, the extra material allowed her to have clothes as well. This knowledge still did not deter his imagination, however. "I am sure you have been aware of our foiled attempts to buy out the Winner Foundation. No matter what we do they manage to escape us. I need the resources that they have access to in order to further my ideals."

"I suspect that Winner is a mutant like us," she commented.

"Interesting," Treize said as he sat down. "This changes things. Perhaps we can get Quatre Winner to side with us."

"He is rather strong willed, Mr. Treize."

"So am I," Treize replied with a smile, "and I won't let it stop me."

Mystique smirked at the determined look on his face. "Very good, Mr. Treize."

xxxx

The three friends moved through the crowded streets of Mumumba. They snapped pictures of the various sites and stopped at various venders when called over with their sing song voices. Every one of them promised that they merchandise was the rarest and any tourist would be lucky to have such a deal. They allowed themselves to be suckered into a few of the 'rare deals' made in Taiwan. They would have continued on their way if not for a man dressed in all. white despite the obvious heat, had not called out to them. "Would you like to take a real tour of our glorious city?"

"What do you mean?" Trowa asked warily.

"You look like tourist that want to see everything that our lovely country would have to offer and with a guide like me…"

"How much?" Quatre cut off getting to the bottom line. He was quick to recognize the shrewd businessman's underlying meaning, but he could be of some help.

"Five thousand," he answered. "You get to right to the point my friend, I like that."

"And how do we know you won't lead us into the jungle and then extort us for money in order to get out?" Trowa asked shrewdly.

The man feigned shock and distaste. "You are a guest in my country under my guide you would be completely safe."

"Uh," Relena said suddenly as she fell against Trowa. She looked towards the person who knocked her down. The woman had magnificent features. Her violet eyes eerily stood out against the tufts of shock white hair that peaked out from under her cap.

"Excuse me," the woman said then quickly walked away.

"That mixed breed woman," the man said disgustedly. "You better check your wallets, she'll rob you blind."

Trowa and Quatre checked their wallets. "She took my wallet," Relena replied as she looked toward where the woman left. She darted off in pursuit and her companions followed suit.

Further up the way, the woman looked at the wallet. There was a nice chunk of cash inside. She had hit the jackpot she thought. She would count it later know exactly how much. Feeling something suddenly wrong, she turned her head just in time to see the tourists that she robbed barreling towards her and took off. "Akumba must have told them about me. I'll take care of him later," she thought as she turned a corner. She stopped short when she realized she was boxed in. The sound of footfalls and panting made her turn around.

"You're cornered," Quatre stated, "Just give us back the wallet with everything inside of it and we'll let you go."

"I don't think so," she replied as she reached inside of her shirt and pulled out several throwing knives in between each of her fingers. "Back off!" she commanded throwing them at their feet as warning.

"Not without my wallet," Relena replied not wavering from her position. She took a step forward.

"What are you crazy?" the woman asked. She produced another throwing knife and through it at Relena. Her eyes widened as the knife stopped in front of Relena then dropped to the ground and she proceeded to move forward.

The woman dropped her the rest of her knives in shock. She had never seen someone demonstrate powers like that before. "I see," she commented as her violet eyes frosted over and became completely white.

"Brace yourselves," Quatre yelled out quickly at the same time as the white-haired woman raised her palms toward them. A blast of wind knocked them back.

The woman satisfied with her handiwork chuckled and flew into the air. With the money in the wallet, she could leave Mumumba, hell she could leave the continent of Africa all together. No more weird looks and questions about her heritage. She needed to be around people who understood her or at least somewhere she could blend in with the background better. "I understand you," a voice said into her mind.

"Who said that?" she asked looking around as she hovered in the air.

"My name is Quatre Winner and like you I have been given a gift. I'm also of mixed heritage as well so I understand you on all of accounts. Instead of running away why don't you join us?"

"I work alone," she replied. "I've been on my own since I could walk."

"Then just humor me for awhile. I know you have to be the slightest bit curious about us now that you know we have powers like you. Don't deny it, Catherine. I am a mind reader you know."

She had at to admit that she wanted to know more about the strangers and if there were more like them. She turned her head suddenly and saw Relena floating next to her.

"Relax, I just want my wallet. I'm not about to let you take it. I've got important stuff in there."

Catherine smirked. Her curiosity was going to be the death of her one-day. She threw the wallet to Relena and descended slowly to the ground. Quatre and Trowa came up to the two women. "I'll stick around for awhile," she commented then she pointed to Quatre. "And you, psychic friend, stay out of my mind at least until I get in to yours."

Quatre smirked at the comment but nodded. "Deal," he replied. "I guess we should introduce ourselves formally. Again I am Quatre Winner…"

"I'm Relena Peacecraft," she greeted.

"Trowa Barton," he commented. He was unsure about this match, but he knew Quatre would not intentionally put them all in danger.

"Trust Tre," Relena said into his mind, "he's a excellent judge of character and that knife was nowhere near me. She just threw it to try and scare me. I feel that she's a good person in general, we just have to get to know her." She smiled when she saw a look of acceptance pass over his features.

"Now that's settled, let's go back to the hotel," Quatre suggested. "We can get to know each other further over dinner.

Catherine sat with her feet dangling in the pool as she contemplated her new situation. She started when she heard a sound from behind her. "It's only me," Quatre assured her as he came to a stop beside her.

"What happened if I may ask?"

Quatre nodded in understanding. "It's all rather simple. My mutant power over loads the majority of my nervous system leaving me paralyzed from the waist down."

"That's horrible. How can you manage?"

"It took some getting used to," Quatre said, "but I manage quite well. I'm a telepath as well so I have no problem doing things for myself when no one is around of course, but I admit it would be nice to walk around again."

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked you about it. We'll talk about something else."

"Thank you," Quatre replied.

"So why were you trying to hire Akumba?" Catherine asked. "He'll only steal all your money after stranding you somewhere."

"We figured as much," Quatre chuckled. "But the reason was were looking to the legend of the wild jungle man."

"Why would you want to find him?"

"Curiosity and wanting to help a fellow mutant," Quatre answered. "Do you happen to know anything about him?"

Catherine nodded. "I ran away from village when I was thirteen. I came across Akumba and he tried to sell me to a brothel that was when I realized my knack for pick pocketing. He and his men chased me into the jungle then stopped all of a sudden. I thought maybe they gave up when I saw him then I fainted. It was the first time I've ever been that scared."

"Can you show us where?" Quatre asked.

"Sure I can do that," she answered as she yawned. "That was ten years ago though." She stood then stretched. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night," Quatre commented.

©2002 Devon Masterson

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