Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Team Hostile ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing doesn’t belong to me, or anyone I know. Suing would be pointless, as I have discovered that I only have $ .48 on me, and only $5 in the bank. Oh yeah, the names are used without permission, so you can’t get me for those either! So nyah, nyah!

Warning: This will be an interesting fic, meaning that you should beware of certain settings, such as yaoi, and lime.

Pairings: 1x3, 4xC, 2x5

Summary: it’s AC 195, and there’s a new war in the works. The humans against the mutants. The G-boys are the ‘Secret Weapons’ of the mutants, but they don’t know it, at least not yet. Just read it, okay?



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Prologue: AC 194

Chang Wufei was wet. And cold. But mostly wet. He staggered to the door of the nearest house, barely registering the sign. ‘Hostel, Mutants welcome.’ He banged on the door with the last of his strength.
“Help!” he called weakly before sliding to the stoop. He was already unconscious when the door opened and two boys about his age looked down. The tall one stooped down and scooped him up.
“Let’s get him upstairs,” the other one said, touching Wufei’s arm.
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He woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. He opened his eyes to a dim light, which he immediately associated with candle flame. He beefed it up a bit and looked around. His first thought was where his clothes were. He could do nothing for his gloves; sparkers were useless once they were wet. The door opened to admit a short blonde boy around his own age.
“Oh, you’re awake! How do you feel?”
“Fine. Where are my clothes?”
“Well, they were so torn and bloody, we couldn’t save them. But your gloves are drying by the fire, downstairs.”
“Please, get them away from flame. They’re sparkers. They’ll either burn up or start a fire.”
“OH!” The boy closed his eyes, and a shout emanated from the corner.
“NOW YOU TELL HIM!” A boy with long brown hair and violet eyes stood in the shadows.
“Shut up, Nightcrawler! I’m sorry. Why do you have sparkers?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Mastermind? He’s a pyro!”
“I said, shut up, night crawler! Go back downstairs!” ‘Mastermind’ threw his arm out at night crawler, who disappeared into the shadows. “Sorry, night crawler can be a bit… rude. I’m Mastermind.” Wufei approved of the use of code names.
“Flash.” His eyes went to the candle next to the bed, and the flames leapt merrily, filling the room with light.
“Any other abilities?”
“Speed.”
“Were your other clothes sparkers?”
“No.”
“You’re about Nightcrawler’s size. Here.” The door flew open and a black wife beater and black jeans flewin, to land perfectly folded on the end of the bed. “When you’re dressed, come downstairs. Maybe Sphinx can get you some more sparkers.” He smiled, and went to the door. “Welcome to Hostile.”
Wufei got dressed and was downstairs before Mastermind even sat down. night crawler was playing a video game, and two other boys sat playing chess.
“Wow, dude, you didn’t say you were speed too!” Nightcawler said.
“Ah! Flash! This is Sentinel, and Sphinx. Sentinel was a bit taller than his own 4’11”, with dark brown hair and blue eyes, and Sphinx was ungodly tall, with cinnamon hair in a strange style that covered one of his green eyes. He nodded, and they nodded back. “Sphinx, do you think Lioness has any sparker gloves?”
“She should. Should I get a pair?”
“Please. And Nightcrawler, no pranks. I mean it!”