Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Those Foretold ❯ School: Zechs ( Chapter 2 )

Those foretold: Chapter Two

Just before I start this chapter, I want to thank Mithros for reviewing all of my fics (Hands Mithros plushie Gundam pilot, Mithros gets glomped by various anime characters), Medjke for reviewing the previous chapter (Hands Medjke plushie piglet, Medjke gets glomped by chibi Duo and Wufei) and Duo Yui-Chang (Hands Duo Yui-Chang plushie Wufei and Heero) Duo Yui-Chang---Post your next chapter for Blood Born! Please! Thanks!

A tall lone hansom figure leaned against the entrance of the local high school, scanning the crowds of students, looking for someone.

A slightly taller figure was hidden within the shadows, creeping up behind the other. Just as he was about to pounce, the other figure spoke.

"Good morning, Milliado. Trying to practice stealth again?"

"I told you NOT TO USE THE NAME! I'm Zechs! Anyway, how did you know it was me?" Zechs pouted, leaning against him.

"I could hear you a mile away, Zechs. You really need some practice."

"You are no fun, you know that Trowa?!"

"Yup." Trowa replied, turning back to face the school gates.

Trowa Barton was a quite tall, hansom young man, about seventeen years of age, with fey beauty. He had emerald green eyes, and deep, strangely styled brown hair with a single silver streak. His delicate, milky pale features were masked behind deep forest green makeup. He wore dark forest green low-slung leather trousers, a small emerald and white gold bellybutton hoop peeking over the top of his trousers. He wore a deep green and emerald peasant top, and black doc martins. He also wore a long dark green leather trench coat, white gold and emerald rings encircling his fingers, upper arms and wrists. A green leather choker encircled his neck, a green-tinted white gold chain hung from his waist. White gold ear cuffs and hoops completely covered his right ear.

Milliado Peacecraft, or rather Zechs Merquiese, was about a head taller than Trowa, and six months older, too (Zechs is seventeen in this fic because its easier to write if they are similar ages-Treize is seventeen too, but only just). He had long waist length platinum blond hair with a single blood-red streak. His milky-pale skin was masked behind deep ruby red makeup. He wore tight low slung slightly flared blood red leather lace-up trousers, a red ruby and white gold bellybutton hoop and a deep blood red peasant top. He also wore a long red leather trench coat. Red-tinted white gold bands encased his upper arms, wrists, and fingers. He wore a blood red choker and a red studded belt was slung around his slim hips. His ice-blue piercing eyes gazed coolly at Trowa, giving the appearance that he could see into his very soul.

"Zechs?" Trowa asked, stifling a yawn, stretching.

"Yes, Trowa?"

"Have you seen the others yet this morning? I thought we were meant to be meeting them here."

"By saying `the others' you mean have I seen Quatre yet, do you not, Trowa?" Zechs teased, swearing he could have seen the faintest tint of pink covering Trowa's paper-pale features.

"Shut up, Zechs. Just because you have no love life of your own!"

" I do not have the time for such trivial things such as girlfriends nor boyfriends!" Zechs replied quietly.

"What, no mention of me in you're little argument? You wound me, young werewolves!" A deep, husky voice chuckled from the shadows, causing Trowa and Zechs to jump in surprise.

"Treize! Don't scare us like that! Shouldn't you be off somewhere, busy with Wufei?" Zechs scolded and teased his still smirking friend.

Treize Kushrenada was a vampire. Infact, he was one of the three strongest vampires in the world. He looked to be about seventeen years of age, but Infact, his actual age was unknown. He had short red-brown hair and deep Prussian blue eyes. He wore Prussian blue leather trousers and a Prussian blue silk shirt. Dark midnight blue makeup adorned his features, white gold cuffs his ears. He wore white gold and blue tinted bands on his upper arms, wrists and fingers. A deep Prussian choker encircled his neck; a blue and black leather belt was slung around his waist. He also wore high black boots and a long Prussian blue trench coat.

Treize Kushrenada was indeed a vampire. He was once one of the most powerful and influential vampires among the supernatural community, but had in the past century or two, followed another. Their gang leader, the Leader of the Guardian Gundams (I know, the name sucks-any suggestions for a better one would be greatly appreciated!) was Heero Yui, a fellow vampire. Trowa Barton and Zechs Marquise were both also members of the Guardians, and were both were creatures; Zechs a silver and red werewolf, Trowa a dark black and silver panther. Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa's long-term partner was the group's main empathic, telepathic and physic being. He was very useful for meetings when both Treize and Heero were prohibited or unable to use their own powers. Because Quatre looked so innocent, and had no vampire, were or magical blood whatsoever in him, it was all to easy to convince other members of the supernatural community that he was simply an innocent human that one of their weres had taken a liking to. Chang Wufei, the last main-stream (Important) member of the Guardians was the group's sorcerer/ were-dragon extrodanar. Wufei's mother had been a were-reptile of some kind, his father a powerful mage. The result had been a were-dragon with extremely strong magical powers.

"Hi, Trowa!" Quatre called, hurrying over to kiss him. Quatre held an aura of extreme innocence. Today he wore pale aqua blue leather trousers, sky blue boots and an ice blue peasant top. Pale White gold and turquoise jewellery encircled his upper arms, wrists, fingers, waist and ankle. He wore ice-blue makeup, and his shining blond hair had a single sky blue streak, wide aqua marine eyes shining. He wore a long almost-white ice blue leather trench coat.

Wufei followed shortly behind, looking extremely pissed off. He wore white tight leather trousers and an unbuttoned black silk shirt. Plain white gold and onyx bands around one wrist, both of his upper arms and fingers on one hand. A black leather and white gold studded belt was slung carelessly around his slim waist. Black make up adorned his features. His long black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail; not a good sign. Also, his deep onyx eyes were blazing. He was definitely not in a good mood.

"Dragon, good morning!" Treize happily purred, not noticing Wufei's sour mood.

"Do not talk to me Kushrenada! You-you dishonourable, weak baka!" Wufei growled, walking past him.

"Dragon, what is wrong? What have I done now?" Treize asked, trying to hug the angry dragon ling.

"What's your bet that he forgot another date again?" Zechs asked, receiving nods of agreement from both of his other friend. He and Treize had been friends for as long as he could remember, and Treize had told him that he had been friends with previous reincarnations of him. Treize was a really nice, kind gentleman, but…was one of the most forgetful people on the planet. Wufei claimed that Treize had a selective memory, only choosing to forget things such as dates and homework.

"Hey, guys, has anyone seen Heero yet this morning?" Quatre called over Wufei's loud ranting. He revived three four negative responses.

// I wonder where Heero has gotten to…..//

I meant for this to be WAYYYY longer, but….I've got another new story to type up! Ppppppllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeee review!!!!!