Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Peace Children ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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.



Peace Children Chapter 12

The seven of them left the hospital with no problem. When they got to the parking lot, they realized that they hadn't decided where they were going to go.

"Where are we going, Trowa?" Quatre asked, looking up at his love.

"My house," chibi-Heero announced. "We have weapons there. All the humans and Trowa need to be armed. Whoever's coming, maybe they can be killed with bullets?"

"It's Collectors," Trowa said. "Collectors are coming, so guns sound like a good idea."

"Damn!" Heero cursed. "How did they find us so fast?"

"Probably the power signature you and Kali have been putting out," Odin answered. "They've been finding us much faster since your birthday, the one when Mysticals traditionally start gaining their powers."

"Okay, let us not worry about that now," Wufei said, completely dismissing Odin. "We should all go to Heero's house now, and arm ourselves. Since Quatre, Trowa, and myself do not know where you live, we will follow you, Hilde, Duo, and Odin in Duo's car."

"What about my car?" Odin asked.

"Just leave it," chibi-Heero said. "We stole it, anyway."

Odin nodded his consent to this, and they all piled into their assigned vehicles and sped off to the "Lowe" residence.

***

"Who are you?" Kali repeated to the bleary Catherine, offering her a hand to help her stand up.

"Catherine Barton," she replied, "your prophet... How did I get over here?"

"I dragged you," Kali informed her. "How much did you see?"

"Enough to have you in jail for a long time." Catherine answered. Eyeing the girl, she amended her reply. "Well, enough to have you sentenced to jail for a long time., though I doubt it would be long before you broke out. Don't worry, though; I'm not going to tell anyone. Who would protect me then?"

"Okay, you said you were my prophet?" Kali asked, finally comprehending what Catherine had said a moment before.

"Yes," Cathy answered. "You *do* know what a prophet is, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I thought only *good* people got prophets," Kali said.

"Oh, they do," Cathy said. "And you are obviously a good person. You have a cruel streak concerning anyone that hurts your brother, but basically you're a good person."

"Okay," Kali said, really confused. She was the enemy of peace, how could she be a good person?

"Okay, now, let me give you the low-down on how this whole prophet thing works," Cathy said. "We all know how the prophet predicts stuff for the power, that's insider lingo for who we're assigned to . But, most people don't know that prophets don't have any other magic. They rely on their power to protect them. It's a loyalty thing."

"So, you mean, it's like a give and take thing? I scratch your back and you scratch mine kind of deal?" Kali asked. "What happens if I decide I don't like this deal, that I don't need you and can just rely on my own prophetic powers? I mean, I am part prophet. I could just kill you like I did Zechs and move on."

"No, you couldn't," Cathy said, "because, first of all, prophets can't predict for themselves, and, second of all, now that we've met we're linked. I die, you die, and vice versa. It's another loyalty measure." Catherine looked away from Kali as she hesitantly said, "You could always just leave me. But, I hope you won't, because I'm not sure what will happen to me. I could fade away, or become a banshee. Nobody really knows what would happen; it's only happened once."

"Who was it? What happened to her?" Kali asked, curious.

"Like I said, no one knows. She just kind of... disappeared. There are several theories," Catherine answered. "But we're pretty sure about what happened to the power. The Fates took away his magic and made him immortal, as punishment for rejecting their choice of advisors. Now, he lives his life like a human, searching for the only one who has the power to restore him to his former glory; his prophet, and, some stories say, his soul mate*." Catherine threw herself at Kali. "Please, don't let that happen to me! Don't leave!"

Kali pried Catherine from her body. "Don't worry, I won't leave you. I'm a little short on friends right now, and you seem nice." She smiled as the prophet jumped up and down in unabashed joy.

"Now, how about we get out of here? This place is giving me the creeps." Cathy suggested after she calmed down. "By the way, what's you name?"

***

The ride to the house was silent, but inside Heero's head was loud. He knew he couldn't make the other come with him, but he wanted him to. He like them all, even loved two**. He even liked Quatre, who seemed to hate him for kissing Trowa.

The blond might not understand why he did it, but Heero, Trowa, and even Wufei knew that it was the way one type of Mysticals drew information. Incubi, to be exact. Heero had to know about Trowa, and he instinctively knew how to get that information. It was scary how much data he was getting since he and Kali learned what they were: info on himself, his powers, the others, and Mysticals in general. He even knew about the whole prophet/power thing, though that information seemed to come from somewhere else.

What scared him the most, though, was the vision he had about Kali killing the other six. His prophetic powers weren't on par with Trowa's because he was only part prophet, but he definitely saw Kali hurl fireballs at the others. Heero couldn't figure out why she would do that. So she found out what she is; that didn't change *what* she is, did it? Heero knew Kali was more violent than him, but that didn't make her a bad person, did it?

Thinking of Kali made him think of his vision, which made him think of Duo, the boy he loved with all of his heart. He remembered making love with Duo. It had been so different from when he was with Zechs or any of the other men he had let fuck him since Zechs. Mechanically, it had been the same; Heero had played the seductive sex kitten, and Duo's control had broken and he had taken him. Emotionally, though, it had been different. Duo was the only one of his many sex partners to ever give him pleasure during the act, and Heero felt connected with him on a deeper level than anyone, even Kali. He didn't know what he would do if Duo died.

"We're here," Duo said, snapping Heero from his thoughts.

Selune

*Anyone care to hazard a guess as to whom this is? **Duo and Odin