Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Under Wing ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, the village/city of Yakutski, Russia, or the ideas behind vampyre. So no suing!

 

Warning: contains blood (hello, vamp fic), also death (Gundam fic) and suffering (fic set in Russia originally) so there shall be no flames for any of these things… by all means flame if you want more!

 

A/N: Okay, so I was watching Underworld: Evolution, and Anastasia (not quite at the same time) and this idea came to me. So you're gonna get to hear a lot about some very Russian things, and also the eternal struggle between the Immortals. Have fun!

 

Summary: Duo and his brother Solo are born in Russia in the early 15th century, to poverty (who wasn't?). Solo gets sick, and things happen, culminating in Duo finding a cure for the illness, which he, too, has contracted. This is what happens.

 

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Duo was desperate. Ever since he and Solo had left the orphanage, things had gotten worse. Solo was very sick, and getting sicker by the day. Duo was doing all he could to help, but… no one had the cure. There weren't cures for such things. To add insult to injury, he, who was never sick, was slowly succumbing as well.

 

Russia was not a very forgiving place, especially on the streets in the middle of winter. No one from the ruling class actually cared about their little town, and why should they? Yakutski was for the dredges of society. He and Solo never had a chance. Still, he searched.

 

One evening, he was making the rounds of the rumor mill, when he heard of a man who professed to have a cure. He could save his brother! However, his happiness was tempered by a deep wariness. This had happened before, and had only been a ploy to rid the world of the lower classes. He decided not to tell Solo of what he heard until he could verify it.

 

That very night (for the man would only see people at night, another mark against him), he left after Solo fell asleep, and went to the house of the Lord who reportedly had the cure. He expected a cold reception, but he was settled in a warm sitting room with a blanket to await his (supposed) saviour. Far from a mean-spirited man, he found himself faced with a kind-faced lord.

 

“My child, what brings you to my home on this cold night?”

 

“My brother's sick, milord,” he said quietly, bursting into coughs himself. “Excuse me.”

 

“It seems you are sick as well. But forgive me; why have you come here?”

 

“I was told you have a cure.”

 

“I might, but it would fetch a heavy price. And even then, not all cures work as expected.”

 

“Oh, I have a little money, which I saved, milord.”

 

“Money is the least of my needs, child. I will send someone with you to bring your brother here. If you accept the cure, it will be easier, and if you do not, he will live out his life in peace. And you as well. I am not milord to you, child. I am Treize.” Duo bobbed his head.

 

“Yes, Treize.” Treize sent a small Chinese teen with him to bring solo back; Duo assumed he was a slave or servant. They reached the abandoned building where the brothers lived, to find Solo curled up in the corner, the ancient gun they'd found clutched in one hand.

 

“Solo, what are you doing?” Duo asked, removing the weapon. Solo looked frightened.

 

“I woke up and you weren't here…” Duo hugged him.

 

“I was out finding you a cure.” Solo's eyes lit up.

 

“You found one?” Duo nodded, and the Chinese teen nodded as well.

 

“You are supposed to come back with me to the manor. Master Treize wants you both back to the manor before sunrise.” Solo sighed and allowed himself to be lifted onto a carrier, and they made it back to the manor just before sunrise. The two brothers were installed in a room with very heavy drapes that shut out the light (if any), with numerous candles burning around the room.

 

“Well, Duo, what do you think they'll do to us?” Solo asked thinly, the bare hint of a cough in his voice.

 

“I don't know. But I think they're asleep. Let's open the drapes. That'll make us feel better at least. The sun should be risen by now.” Duo tried to pull the drapes apart, but they wouldn't budge an inch. “That's strange. They're sewn together. I can fix that!” He pulled out his knife and carefully cut the stitches holding the drapes and opened them to see-

 

“A boarded window! What in-“ Solo's outburst was caught by a heavy coughing fit. Duo sighed and closed the drapes, before going to prop his brother up on the large bed he'd been laid in.

 

“I don't know, but Treize seemed nice when I talked to him. Let's wait for them to come see us.” So they settled down to wait. About midday (they thought) they were given food, although it wasn't as lavish as a manor house might normally boast. And when they were sure the sun had set, the door opened to reveal Treize and his young Chinese servant.

 

“I am sorry to keep you waiting and all, but we needed our rest. Now that the sun has set, we can explain to you the cure and how it works.”

 

“Why are the windows boarded over?” Duo asked, pulling the drapes to. Treize smiled.

 

“Unfortunately, the cure comes with its own drawbacks. The touch of the sun is unbearable. Our skin is so sensitive…”

 

“Indeed,” the boy said, and Treize shot him a look. Duo smiled. These two were definitely involved.

 

“The cure works for any sickness, and it gives you better health than ever before.”

 

“Except the whole sensitive skin thing,” Duo said sarcastically.

 

“Unfortunately, the price is quite high. It involves a change of appetite, and-“

 

“You're a vampyre,” Solo said. Treize nodded, and the boy smiled.

 

“The undead?” Duo asked. “That would certainly solve the dying problem…”

 

“Indeed.” The Chinese boy's smile widened to a grin, and Duo gulped. To give up their lives… but that was what he wanted, right? To live forever?

 

“We'll do it,” Solo said, Duo's absent nod cementing his decision.

 

“With your condition… you might not survive the change,” the Chinese boy said quietly, smile dying.

 

“Then I will die knowing I have done all I could.” Solo's tone was firm, as were his eyes, their gold glinting.

 

“We…”

 

“We can get started at moonrise, which is in fifteen minutes,” Treize said. “In the meantime, I have been remiss in my introductions. This is Wufei, Eldest of the Eldest, heir to the Chang Clan in China.”

 

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the boy said ironically, bowing slightly.

 

“I'm Duo, and this is Solo. The pleasure is ours.” Treize smiled.

 

“Good, now we all know each other.” They settled down to wait, Duo and Solo marginally uncomfortable. With about three minutes to go, Wufei sat down next to Duo.

 

“Are you completely sure?”

 

“Yes. I don't want to die.”

 

“This is worse than death. You can never go out in the light again. You will lose all of your friends.”

 

“I appreciate you trying to talk me out of it. But I know what I want.” Treize scooped Solo into his arms, and carried him from the room. “Hey, where are they going?”

 

“To Treize's room. Once you've changed, you'll need sleep, and there's only one bed here.” Wufei motioned for him to sit back on the bed. “I'm going to bite your neck, and when you feel the need, bite me back. Don't worry, it won't hurt me.”

 

“Very funny.”

 

“Are you ready?”

 

`I'm ready.” Wufei kissed his forehead, and then tilted his head to the side.

 

“Here I go.” He bit down at the juncture between Duo's neck and shoulder, drinking the blood, changing it.

 

Duo felt the pain, and then the hunger. He sank his teeth into Wufei's neck, bringing blood back into his starving veins. When it passed through his heart, he jerked, spasming as his body was morphed beyond his control. The last thing he remembered was pained screams, Wufei's and his own.

 

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So, what did you think? I know it seems weak right now, but this is 1427, not AC195, which it will be in a little while. Trust me it'll get a little better.

 

Read and review please, because I do not have a job, and all I have to eat is kettle corn and pudding cups… reviews help stave off hunger