Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love Beyond Dimensions ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Love Beyond Dimensions

By

Michalyn and Rogue 11

Chapter One

Warnings: AU, 13x6x5, lemon, humor and general silliness

Wufei looked at the angry, mottled clouds overhead and he hurried across the street toward the bus stop. If he could just make it to his apartment before the rain he would be fine.

Wufei's foot had just touched the pavement, when his bus whizzed by. Shit! "Wait!" Wufei ran, trying to catch up with it. He waved frantically at the driver, but it was useless. The rear of the bus disappeared round the corner with a little sputter of smoke.

Great, just great....

The next bus would come in forty-five minutes. Wufei could walk home in fifteen minutes less than that. He hunched his shoulders and crossed the street again. As he passed the local supermarket he tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and his glasses fell from his pocket. Wufei bent to pick them up and found that one of the lenses was noticeably scratched. Wufei closed his eyes and forced himself to remain calm. He was not going to get angry, not going to get angry, not going to--

A fat droplet plopped onto his scalp, followed by another and another and another....

Wufei sighed. So much for optimism....

***

Treize could feel Milliardo approach long before he could hear him. "Should you be up yet?" he asked without turning his head. He was crouched over a large desk that was covered with papers and scrolls. "I thought I told you to not get out of bed until you fully recovered your strength."

"I'm fine," Milliardo grumbled. "I do not have time to lie in bed." He walked around the heavy oak wood desk and into Treize's line of view. His brows furrowed as he picked up one of the scrolls. "And you should not be wasting time either. We have to find the other piece of the Sword of Darkness before Ventuno does."

"For your information--" Treize snatched the scroll from the blond's hand, "I am not wasting time."

"Then, what exactly are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find a new Light Wielder. So, if you please would let me work?"

"A new Light Wielder?" Milliardo echoed, a frown on his face. "You know as well as I do there is no other."

"Not in this world," Treize agreed.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Milliardo's frown deepened. "You are speaking in riddles."

"I have read that there is a way to open a gate to a different world. It can be used very much in the same way as an ordinary traveling portal."

Milliardo's jaw dropped slightly. "A portal to a different world? Have you gone mad?"

"It has been done before," Treize insisted. "There were other guardians before us who lost their Light Wielder."

Milliardo settled down on the edge of the desk and gave the older man a skeptical look. "Just like a traveling portal you say? But when traveling in this realm we are only bending space. A portal into a different world would require the ability to change space and time. Neither you nor I were bestowed with that kind of power."

Treize nodded. "That's true. We could not create such a gate on our own. But the gate already exists. As I said others have traveled through it before us. All we have to do is reopen it." He pointed at the mess of paper on the table. "Everything is right here."

Milliardo still didn't seem convinced. "I think you are putting a little too much faith in these writings."

"Milliardo, these are the journals of generations of guardians before us," Treize reminded him. "In spite of what you might think, they have proven useful in the past. You should learn to trust them a little more."

The blond guardian snorted. "The only things I trust in are my sword and the powers of wind and ice. But let us assume for a moment that we prevail in opening this portal and end up in a different world like you say. How do we know where to find him?"

"We don't have to. I will set the portal to take us directly to him. And I even know his name."

"You really have been working hard, haven't you?" Milliardo seemed impressed.

"As you said, we can't afford to lose any time."

***

"Oof!" Milliardo groaned as the portal yawned and they were dumped unceremoniously onto the other side. He was laying half on top of Treize and their legs were tangled about each other's. Treize was looking up at him with a lazy smile.

"I do believe this is the most pleasant landing I've had in all my years of travel." His arms tightened around Milliardo.

"Dimwit," Milliardo could not help chuckling. He shoved against Treize and rolled over, rising to his feet. Behind him, he could hear Treize dusting off his clothes and standing. He looked around and found they were in living quarters of some sort. That much at least was clear from the strange, thin furs covering the ground. In the middle of the room was a low, bed-like structure with a few pillows tossed onto it.

Sound was beetling from a little black box on a wooden stand and moving toward it, Milliardo was horrified to find the faces of people trapped behind the glass. He tapped it and two girls and a dog bounded behind it. Milliardo drew his hand away quickly. "Treize--"

Treize hurried over. "What is it?"

"Look."

Treize started. "By the gods- what is this? "

Milliardo shifted uneasily. "Are you sure we want a man who imprisons people in a box as our light wielder? He appears to be much more of Ventuno's ilk if you ask me."

Treize frowned. "This Chang Wufei is much more powerful than I expected. Even we cannot confine living objects in a glass sphere."

"This does not bode well, Treize."

"Let us not be hasty, Milliardo. This may be a chamber of some sort meant to confine the wicked." Treize pointed to a purple dinosaur dancing behind the glass, "This vile demon looks much like Gorthrath of our world."

Milliardo was still uncertain but he allowed Treize to drag him away.

"Look here. What do you make of these?"

They moved into a little room not far from the main chamber. There were some odd, shiny statuettes lined up on a shelf. The largest was black and white and appeared to depict some kind of primitive being. Milliardo stroked his chin. "I believe these are fetish items, clearly used by Chang Wufei in the worship of his gods. Perhaps here lies the secret to his power?"

Treize nodded. "Give it to me." He stretched out a hand to protect Milliardo. "Step back, Milliardo. Who knows what lurks inside?" He raised the urn high and smashed it to the ground. The grinning face of the creature cracked open and a number of small, brown spheres rolled out. Crumbs scattered over the floor and Treize picked up one the spheres from amidst the shards and rubbed it between his fingers. He turned to Milliardo, relief stamped across his features. "We are fortunate. It is only a food offering to appease his gods."

Milliardo nodded. He looked past Treize's shoulder to where a large white box was standing in the corner. Milliardo moved closer, ready to face whatever was inside. The churning of his stomach, of course, was because he had not eaten lunch and had nothing to do with the fact that they were in a foreign land and in the dwelling of a most dangerous mage. Milliardo of the Ice Storm and the Howling Wind, afraid...? Don't be ridiculous. "Treize…?" Milliardo called Treize over to inspect the thing with him -- purely in the interest of his partner's well being, of course. Who knew what danger might befall Treize if he was left unprotected?

They stood before the strange box that was as tall as they were and was almost as wide as two men across. Its two doors were made of a slick, resilient material that was neither wood nor glass. Neither Milliardo nor Treize had encountered anything quite like it before. Milliardo grabbed the handle of the smaller door on top.

"All right?"

"Ay." Treize's eyes remained fixed on the box. Milliardo yanked the door open and they were immediately assaulted by a blast of frigid air.

"It is a snow beast!" Milliardo was already drawing his energy to him. He drew back and retaliated with a powerful ice-blast of his own. He tensed, every nerve strung taut as he waited for the next attack.

But none came….

They peered inside the compartment and saw three even smaller, colorful boxes on which were paintings of food. They were now completely congealed from Milliardo's attack. Thick, frosty air like smoke wafted to them and spindly icicles hung from the door and open compartment.

Of all the things he had seen of Chang Wufei this was the most abominable. Milliardo's fists clenched. "What sort of cur would confine the powers of winter for his own amusement? My people would show no mercy to such a man were he in our midst."

Treize's expression was troubled. "Perhaps we simply do not understand its purpose." He had found two metal basins embedded in one of the counters that ran the perimeter of the room. He twisted one of the handles above them and water ran out. "A well in a wall…." Treize murmured in awe. He turned the handle again and the stream stopped. "Look how the flow is controlled by these levers to eliminate waste, Milliardo. Surely this Wufei abides by a vow similar to our own to honor and protect the nature goddess."

Milliardo remained skeptical, but Treize did have a point. He sighed. "All right, I shall trust your judgment for now. If I have any cause to doubt-"

A shrill cry resounded in the stillness. Treize and Milliardo turned in consternation to find a small creature with a spirally, pig-like tail clutching the nearby wall. From its horrible bleating it was clear that it was either in terrible pain or ready to attack.

Both men summoned their strength.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

***

By the time Wufei trudged up to his front steps he was sopping wet. His hair was plastered to his neck and the steam rising from his uniform smelled strongly of stale grease from the diner. His backpack felt like a ton -- and when he checked his mailbox he found another letter from his landlord waiting for him:

May 5th 20...

Mr. Wufei Chang

55 Lichen Avenue

Apt. 315

Stonybridge, TM 13565

The Offices of Clark, Clerk & Clarke

15 Honeywell Avenue

Marshall Heights, RQ 51365 Dear Mr. Chang:

Your rent payment is overdue as of the 5th of this month. If payment is not received within two days you will be summoned to appear in court by Mr. Daphne Smith of Shady Wood Management. Please note that a late fee is assessed for all overdue payments in the amount of fifteen percent. If you--

Wufei folded the letter and stuffed it into the wet pocket of his backpack. He thought of all the homework he had to complete before tomorrow and Wufei leaned forward and let his head bang against the little metal door of his mailbox. He moved towards the elevator feeling like a dead man. Could anything else go wrong? He groaned and a little girl thundering past on the stairs peered curiously at him.

The elevator spat him out on the thirteenth floor and Wufei headed to his apartment. Somebody had left the window at the end of the hall open and the carpet was soaked. Because his apartment was right next to it the dark stain had stretched from the window, spreading beneath his door. Wufei did not even bother to avoid the squishy mess. He slid the key in the lock and stepped inside....

And could not believe his eyes….

Two tall guys in Halloween costumes were searching through his things and mumbling between themselves. When the door slammed behind Wufei, they merely looked up and continued to rummage through his kitchen drawers. His phone had been yanked from the wall and lay in shambles on the floor. Somebody had broken his little panda cookie jar and Wufei saw red.

That was it. Wufei threw down his backpack and grabbed the baseball bat he kept hidden in the coat closet.

"I don't know who the hell you guys are but you better get out of here right now before I call the police." Wufei swung the bat threateningly.

The short-haired man with the blue cloak looked at him and then to his companion. "Did you catch that, Milliardo?"

The other man, an imposing specimen with long, pale hair shrugged. "No, I don't believe I did."

The short-haired man tapped his temple. He seemed to ponder for a moment. What is this 'police' that he speaks of? Perhaps we are encountering a language barrier of some sort." The man stepped forward. "Kindly introduce yourself, young man. We are looking for one Chang Wufei."

Wufei stared incredulously at the two men. His bat wavered. "I'm Wufei."

The Viking snorted. "This is your light-wielder, Treize? Don't you think he's a little puny?"

"Hey-"Wufei growled and stepped forward.

"Patience, Milliardo. Did you not witness the awesome feats hidden in his abode? We must tread carefully."

Wufei tapped the bat against his palm irritably, "All right, I'm getting tired of this nonsense. If I don't get an answer I'm calling the police." He nodded to his school bag. "And don't even think of trying anything funny. You may have broken my phone but my cell phone's right in there." It was lie of course: there was no way Wufei could afford a cell phone bill on top of all of his others, but these guys didn't need to know that.

"I said who are you and why are you in my apartment?"

The short-haired man stepped forward. "I am Treize of phoenix and earth and this is my companion, Milliardo of the ice and four winds. We are guardians of the mystic sword of light -- and we've come to take you back with us."