Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Peace Children ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and none of its characters are mine. None of the mystical creatures are of my creation. Seelie and Unseelie, the way I use them here, were created by Laurel K. Hamilton. Hands of power were also created by Laurel K. Hamilton. The story and all original characters are mine. If I forgot to credit anything to its rightful owner, please email me, and I will credit it to them.

Pairings: 2x1 eventually, 3+4, 5+? OC+? 13+11 5+M H+OC (Kali) +H Rating: NC- 17, eventually Warning: eventual lemon, no spoiler, AU, definite yaoi, possible yuri, OOC, angst, more as it comes

Author's notes: 'blah' = thoughts 'blah' = mind-speaking

<<blah>> = Low Mystical

A.N. Low Mystical is different from High Mystical in that humans can hear it, it can be translated, etc.

faidh= prophet.

Peace Children Chapter 7

"Go back to the Collectors, *Daddy*. You're not needed, or wanted, here anymore." Heero hated saying this to Odin, but he had to drive the older man away somehow. "You people are what's wrong with the world. You- you *humans*!" Heero raised himself from the bed. "I can't stand to be around you anymore!" He broke into a run for the door.

When he got to the door, he ran straight into three of Duo's friends trying to come in. Duo went to Heero and held his arms. Heero struggled to get away from Duo, to no avail. "Let me go, Duo." he said in a deadly calm voice.

"You tell me you love me, and show me all of that freaky shit, and you expect me to just let you go!" Duo exclaimed. "I'm never letting you go again."

"You don't understand," Heero sobbed. "She'll kill you. I saw it. I saw her kill you." Heero, who had still been trying to get out of Duo's embrace, collapsed against the older boy. "She'll kill you. If I stay, she'll kill you.

***

"What's going on?" Wufei asked no one in particular, confused beyond belief. Duo had called him 20 minutes ago and asked him, Quatre, and Trowa to come down to the hospital. He had told Wufei that his date had collapsed and he needed some of his friends there. So Wufei had called the lovebirds and they had all come down to the hospital together, where they saw this.

It had taken a minute for Wufei to remember the name of Duo's date, during which time a girl he recognized came running by in a hospital gown. When Wufei finally remembered the name and they got the room number, they went to the room. When they got to the room, they were ran into by the boy now sobbing into Duo's arms.

"I repeat, what is going on?!" Wufei demanded.

"I would kind of like to know, too," Quatre said quietly. "I mean, from what Duo said, he's in no shape to be out of bed."

Trowa didn't say anything. He didn't care why they were there; he was too busy staring at the glowing being currently huddled in Duo's arms.* "What are you?" he whispered, and was amazed when the boy's head jerked up.

***

Heero heard a soft whisper and jerked his head up. He looked around the room until his eyes fell on the boy he knew had said it.

"<<I think the better question is , what aren't I.>>" Heero said to the tall boy with the funky hair. "<<What are you?>>"

By now, everybody in the room, except for Hilde, who was still unconscious, was staring at Heero. "<<I'm a faery,>>" Trowa answered, "<<what kind doesn't matter. At least, not if you are who I think you are. Are you...?>>"

"<<Yes,>>" Heero broke free from Duo's embrace and walked over to Trowa. "<<I am the Peace Child.>>" With that, he took Trowa's chin his hand, rose on his tiptoes, and kissed the taller boy chastely on the mouth. He let go of Trowa and stepped back. "You are not faery," he said in the human tongue. "You are a faidh."

"Okay, I've had about enough of this," Quatre said, moving so that he was standing between Trowa and that bad, bad boy who had just kissed his Trowa. "I won't pretend to understand what you two just said to each other, but nobody, and I mean *nobody* kisses my Trowa but me." With that said, Quatre grabbed the back of Trowa's neck, rose on his tiptoes, and possessively kissed his koi.

Heero stared in wonder at Trowa. He knew that a faidh, or prophet, was meant to advise one person in power. "Who are you here for?" Heero asked the prophet. "Me or her?"

***

Kali ran about three miles away from the hospital when she realized that she was still wearing the hospital gown. 'Very inconspicuous,' she thought sarcastically. 'Let's see if I can fix this.'

Kali quickly walked into a very conveniently placed alley. She stripped off and concentrated. Running shoes and socks appeared on her feet, jeans were on her legs, and a white Nike T-shirt appeared on her upper body.

Kali stopped concentrating and peered down her shirt. 'Ooh, pretty,' she thought, referring to the frilly bra she now wore.

"Now, to get wheels," Kali muttered to herself. It was over 150 miles to where Zechs lived and Kali didn't want to walk the entire way. She smiled when she saw a man waiting by his car, cursing at it. She strutted her way over to him, her clothes shifting to what she had on earlier that night.

"Hello," she said to the man in a hoarse whisper. "My car broke down. Can I have yours?" She turned the full extent of her charm on him, magical and mundane.

"He-here you go," the man said, handing her the keys. "But I'm afraid something's wrong with it."

"Not for me," Kali said, getting into the car. She started it and drove off, leaving the drooling man in her wake.

Selune

*Only Trowa can see the glow, for reasons yet untold.