Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love Beyond Dimensions ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Love Beyond Dimensions

By

Rogue11 and Michalyn

Chapter Two

"Guardians of the mystic sword…?" Wufei echoed.

The tawny-haired stranger nodded. "The blade of light: the sword that only you can wield. We are here because your powers are needed in our world."

"My powers…?"

Treize raised one of his eyebrows in slight irritation. "Is it some kind of custom in this world to repeat everything somebody is saying? It is quite annoying."

Wufei snorted. "The only thing annoying here is the two of you. I want you out of my apartment-- NOW!" Once again he raised his baseball bat ominously.

Treize pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "You should never threaten people with a weapon unless you are willing to use it. This is really getting tiresome."

"Very tiresome," Milliardo agreed.

The tall, blond man took a step forward and raised his right arm in an almost nonchalant manner. A bluish light radiated from the palm of his hand. Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew through the room. The wooden bat was ripped from Wufei's hand by some strange force. It flew through the air and hit the wall at the other side of the room.

Wufei's eyes widened and he instinctively backed off. "How…how did you do that?"

"As I told you, Milliardo controls the power of the winds," Treize replied calmly. "Now, let's sit down and talk, shall we?" he suggested. At the flick of his wrist a chair moved over the floor and behind Wufei. It hit the back of his legs and the young man plumped down onto the seat. Treize sat down on the couch, and gestured for his companion to do the same. "You truly do not know who we are?"

Wufei shook his head. "I have never heard of you, or this mysterious sword you are talking about. And I certainly have no intention of going anywhere with you."

"We will not be leaving without you," Treize declared firmly. "The future of our world depends on you."

"What is all this nonsense about your world and my world? Next you are going to tell me that you are E.T.s who came down to Earth on a flying saucer?" Wufei snorted.

"I do not know what an E.T. is, but I assure you that we did not use a saucer to travel here. We came through a portal that exists between your world and ours," Treize spoke earnestly.

Wufei's jaw almost dropped. By god, he really is serious.

"Milliardo and I are keepers of the Blade of Light. It is our responsibility to protect he who is chosen to handle the sword, he who is the Light Wielder…."

"Yes, I got that part. He controls the winds and you command earth and water."

"Earth and Fire," Treize corrected politely. "See." He opened his hand and suddenly a small red and yellow flame danced in the center of his palm.

Wufei gasped. "So what are you; some kind of wizards?" He groaned inwardly. I can't believe I'm even asking this.

Treize shook his head. "Our powers are very limited compared to those of real wizards. But we are able to use certain kinds of magic."

This is crazy. I can't be sitting here having this kind of conversation. There is no such thing as magic, is there…? Suddenly Wufei wasn't so sure anymore. As odd as it seemed he was starting to believe that these men were more than just two nutcases.

His voice was soft: "What …what exactly is this Light Wielder you were talking about?"

*

Duo frowned and glanced at the clock on the wall, as he hung up the phone. He had tried to call Wufei twice already but nobody was picking up on the other end. He wanted to ask if his friend felt like coming over for pizza and a movie.

Duo knew for a fact that Wufei wasn't working tonight. And since he wasn't the type to go out clubbing, Duo expected him to be at home. So why didn't he answer his phone, and why didn't the answer machine pick up either? It seemed strange.

Maybe he was at home, but he didn't want to be disturbed. Maybe he had finally asked that exchange student from Hong Kong on a date. She had been trying to get his attention for weeks.

Yeah right; like that would ever happen, Duo grinned. Wu-man doesn't do dating, he reminded himself.
Only two weeks ago he had asked his friend to join him on a double date. He had offered to set Wufei up with a cute little girl - or guy -- but Wufei just snorted and told him that he didn't have time for that kind of stuff. Right now his only concern was his grades and how to make enough money to pay the tuition for the next semester.

Duo ordered a pizza and drove to a nearby video store to rent a couple of movies. When he got back to his apartment he tried to call Wufei one last time, but once again there was no answer.

Oh well, Duo shrugged. Can't say that I didn't try….

*

"Perhaps you should tell him the tale of how the sword came to be and how the first Light Wielder was chosen," Milliardo suggested.

"I think that might be best," Treize nodded. "Many millennia ago there lived a powerful Sorcerer by the name of Ramtor. He made a pact with the powers of darkness and used his magic to forge a sword which was stronger and more powerful than any weapon ever built: the Sword of Darkness."

"I thought we were talking about something called the blade of light?" Wufei frowned in confusion.

Milliardo shot the young man an ice glare. "He will get to that part. Be silent and listen."

"Ramtor had always used his magic for vile deeds, and the Sword of Darkness was meant to help him conquer the world," Treize continued. "The odds were that he would have succeeded too, because there was no match for the sword's power. The mightiest of warriors and the most powerful of wizards could not defeat him. The gods themselves, however, frowned upon Ramtor's wickedness and they decided to stop him. Thus, they forged a second sword; the Blade of Light. To keep it from being used by the likes of Ramtor, the gods agreed that only one person of their choosing should be able to use the sword. They choose a brave and righteous young magic apprentice by the name of Velm as their Light Wielder. He and he alone could awaken the blade's mighty powers. The gods then created two guardians to protect the sword and its wielder.

Eventually Ramtor and Velm faced each other in a man-to-man battle and the young Light Wielder defeated the dark sorcerer. The Sword of Darkness was broken in two, and the pieces hidden on two different places far away from each other."

Wufei had listened silently. All of this sounded like a fantastic fairytale to him. "So, if this evil sword was destroyed long ago, what is the problem now?"

"Unfortunately the tale does not end there." Treize replied. "Ramtor was only the first who used the Sword of Darkness. It has been searched out, reassembled and used many times since then. The lure of power and wealth is strong. Recently a new threat has risen in the form of a black mage named Ventuno. He is determined to resurrect the Sword of Darkness once more and succeed where those before him failed."

"I still don't understand how I fit into this. If you are really from some different world like you say, shouldn't you be searching closer to home for your Light Wielder?"

"The Light Wielder in our own world was killed by Ventuno's minions," Milliardo said. "That is why we need you to take his place."

Wufei shook his head. "This has to be a mistake. I'm not the person you are looking for."

"There is no mistake." Treize replied confidently. "My calculations were precise. The portal took us right to you."

"But you have to be wrong. I'm just an ordinary guy. I have no magical powers, and I'm not even sure that I would know how to use a sword," Wufei pointed out. He had taken fencing lessons in high school, but they had only used rapiers and foils.

"How can you say you have no powers?" Milliardo interrupted. "We have seen some of your magical contraptions." He gestured around the room. "You have the power to trap living things behind glass. You have water coming from inside your walls, and strange beasts living in your home."

For a moment Wufei stared at the blond guardian, puzzled, and then he broke out in laughter. "You really are not from this world are you? Those are no magical contraptions. They're what we call modern technology."

"Tech…no…logy," Treize had difficulty pronouncing the word. "What does it mean?"

"Well, let's just say a lot of clever people come together and invent things that make life easier for everybody."

"Ah, like putting a well right inside the wall so that one doesn't have to carry water by the bucket load," Treize nodded understandingly. He seemed rather awed.

Milliardo on the other hand appeared to be less impressed. In fact he looked doubtful. "How does this black box of confinement make life easier for your kind?" he asked.

"'This black box' is called a television," Wufei explained. "My people use it for entertainment."

"You capture and entrap living things and use them for entertainment? That is shameful." Milliardo jumped up. Even Treize looked disturbed.

"It's not like that," Wufei assured them quickly. "There are no real people inside the television, just their images. The people are performing somewhere else, out of their own free will I guarantee you, and then their pictures are sent to everybody who has a little box like that."

Milliardo settled down on the couch again, but remained skeptical. "And there is no magic involved you say?"

"None whatsoever."

Treize frowned and stroke his chin thoughtfully. "It seems to me that this … technology of yours is a very powerful magic in itself."

Wufei was about to reply something when Milliardo's stomach suddenly gave a deep and long growl. Treize raised one eyebrow in a mixture of surprise and amusement, as he looked at the blond.

"What? You are the one who insisted on leaving home without a decent midday meal."

"You are right; forgive me." Treize turned to Wufei. "Is there a tavern nearby where we could go to have supper?"

"A tavern? You two can't go to any restaurant dressed like that."

"What's wrong with the way we are dressed?" Milliardo snapped. "It is much more fitting than the garb that you are wearing."

"Milliardo, please," Treize intervened. "Let us listen to our young friend. He knows the customs of this world much better than we do."

"Thank you." Wufei gave him a grateful nod. Somehow Milliardo troubled him. The blond seemed very hot-tempered and irritable. Wufei hoped that he would be less grumpy after he had eaten. At least he seemed to mind his companion who was far more levelheaded.

"I'll see what we can make for us to eat." Wufei rose and stepped around the counter into the small kitchen area. He grimaced, as he gazed at the pile of scorched rubble that once had been his phone. "Since I can't call for delivery, we will have to make do with what's in the freezer. Why in the world did you have to destroy my phone anyway?"

Treize, who had gotten up and followed him, shrugged. "The creature was in great pain and shrieking pitifully. We only put it out of its misery."

Wufei closed his eyes momentarily and forced himself to take long, deep breaths. I'll remain calm... I'll remain calm…

He walked over to the fridge. If he remembered correctly he still had some frozen dinners. As he opened the door to the freezer Wufei frowned. Small icicles hung from the ceiling of the compartment, the food packages were enclosed in blocks of solid ice.

Oh great. The freezer is broken too; just what I needed.

Wufei looked at the small thermometer on the wall, and his frown deepened. The temperature seemed about right. The food should not be frozen like that. Then it struck him. He turned slowly and glared at Milliardo. "Milliardo, would you have anything to do with my food being turned into ice slabs?"

"It attacked first. I was only defending myself." Milliardo crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his chin defiantly.

"How could it possible attack you?" Wufei asked.

"I opened the door to see what was inside, when the ice beast blasted me with a gust of icy air."

Wufei sighed. "This isn't an ice beast," he explained. "It's simply... umm…" How can I put this in terms the two of them will understand? "Well, it's just a pantry where I store my food."

"Ah," Treize exclaimed. "And the ice beast is protecting the food. That is very sharp."

"There IS NO ice beast," Wufei almost screamed, "just cold air to keep the food fresh longer."

Milliardo turned to his companion with a surprised expression. "I wonder what he is so irate about."

"I do not know. Was it something we said?"

Wufei groaned inwardly. What did I do to deserve this?

*

Treize was following Wufei around, watching curiously as the young man defrosted and heated three frozen dinners.

"What is this?" Milliardo asked, as he looked down on his plate. "I don't believe I have ever seen such a strange meal before."

"It's called Fried Rice and Sweat and Sour Chicken," Wufei told him.

"It is rather delicious," Treize announced after he had taken the first bite.

Milliardo sampled his own meal cautiously, then he nodded in agreement. "Unusual perhaps -- especially those little white grains -- but quite tasty."

While they were eating Wufei learned more about the Sorcerer Ventuno and how he had gotten the first piece of the Sword of Darkness into his possession. He could see a hidden pain in Milliardo's eyes, as he spoke of Otto's death, and Wufei felt a pang of sympathy for him. He is not as cold as he pretends to be.

"I don't know about the two of you, but I'm getting tired and it is getting late," Wufei said after he had cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. "Since you probably don't have a place to sleep you can stay here for the night. Milliardo, if you would help me? Take the other side of the couch, and then pull, just like this."

Milliardo complied. He was a little startled when the seat of the couch suddenly gave away and unfolded.

"A hidden bed," Treize marveled.

Wufei nodded. "It's what we call a sleeper couch. It's big enough for both of you to sleep on. Let me get you some extra pillows and blankets…."

*

Wufei stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxers. His hair was still damp. Before he had taken a shower he had not only locked his bedroom but also propped a chair under the door handle. Although he had his doubts that a lock and a chair barricade would be enough to stop his 'guests', it gave him something of a sense of security.

Wufei pulled away the covers and slipped into his bed with a sigh. Mystical swords, magic powers and traveling through dimensions…. His head was spinning with everything he had heard tonight. He couldn't bring himself to belief half of what the two strangers had told him. It seemed just too fantastic, too farfetched … especially the parts that involved him.

Yet there was something about those two guys and their story that fascinated him enough to allow them to stay, for now. There were still so many unanswered questions, so much he wanted to know….

Wufei lay there staring into the dark until sleep finally overwhelmed him.

*

"This 'sleeper couch' -- I think he called it - is quite comfortable, wouldn't you agree? And this quilt is so light and soft."

Milliardo, lying with his back toward Treize, didn't answer.

"You are so quiet." Treize ran his fingers through the blonde's long, silky hair. "What is bothering you?"

Milliardo turned to face the other guardian. "We should leave, Treize."

"We will, as soon as he is ready."

"I mean you and I should leave, without him. He is not what we came looking for."

"He is the Light Wielder, I'm sure of that. He has the powers within him; he only needs to learn how to use them. Give it some time, Milliardo."

"Time is the one thing we do not have, Treize," Milliardo pointed out. "Have you forgotten that at this very moment Ventuno's minions are scouring the lands in search of the second piece of the Sword of Darkness? There isn't enough time to train him, and untrained he will be more of a burden to us than an aid. We are better of without him. Let us return home and fight Ventuno while he least expects it."

Treize didn't seem to agree. "I have a good feeling about this Chang Wufei. He might not be the powerful sorcerer we thought him to be, but I have faith in him. And so should you."

Milliardo snorted in a mixture of sarcasm and amusement. "Perhaps you should change your name to Treize the Hopeful?"

"At least one of us has to stay hopeful." Treize grinned back at him.

"Very well, I'll give him seven days to proof that he is worthy to be called Light Wielder. If I'm not convinced by that time I'll leave, with you or without you."

"Fair enough," Treize replied with a soft smile. "Now let us get some rest. Morn will be coming soon." He pulled Milliardo into his arms.

Milliardo closed his eyes and relaxed against Treize's muscular chest. "Sleep well, Treize."

"Sleep well, my sweet Ice-prince."