Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Weather and Haul Wind ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Gundam Wing Fan Fiction by White Wings

AU Fan Fiction

Rated for language and violence

Disclaimer:

“I refuse to write anything here concerning the fact that the names of the characters belong to someone else!

Its ridiculous, all the readers KNOW that already! Sheesh!”

 

Weather & Haul Wind

Chapter 1

 

Prolog

If I were to ever re-account the tales I heard from that old man on the docks you would surely look at me as if you could see lies snaking through my teeth. I don't blame you. They are far-fetched and wild stories that scream delusion. But one cannot help but be entangled in their plot, to be ensnared by their mythical tones, and enwrapped by the imagery they play across ones mind.

 

What's that? You think me wrong? You think me a fool? So be it then. Let me share with you the wild tales the way that they were shared with me. Then we'll see who's the fool.

 

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In tiny places, towns, and harbors that are far out of the way of normal travels, there are creatures and beings that would boggle the mind of anyone who set eyes upon them. Its here in these small places shrouded in mystery that the tale to be told begins.

 

He was a small man, thin in frame and hand. His long elegant fingers were well suited for things like needle work and fine crafts. His body was well made for the work of a woman. Despite his small size, however, he insisted on learning the shipman's trade. In carrying heavy loads and hauling nets loaded down with fish over the sides of vessels. In navigating through clear and stormy skies, even in the art of swordplay at which is small agile frame and quick reflexes made him proficient. Long since he was just old enough to understand the villagers had known he would one day leave them for the rolling blue waves. As a child, still to young to be an apprentice, he would sit on the pier or at the point of the cliff overlooking the islands natural bay, and stare out to sea watching the small fishing ships leaving in the early morning light and returning as the sun set, hot and red, over the edge of the horizon.

 

He was nearly eighteen the fall he began cutting down good, hardwood trees in the forest that covered the majority of his island home. Carefully sculpting each into well-shaped planks and building a ship from the ground up. It flouted finished in the harbor four years later, the largest ship at the docks. Its well-balanced mast reached high into the sky and the bowsprit jutted out elegantly over the front of the ship as if it were a princess snubbing her nose at the “common” fishing ships that surrounded it. Yes, from bow to stern, she was beautify crafted and any experienced shipwright could see the great attention to detail and care given to each and every individual part, from keel to yard.

 

The young sailor stood proudly at the stern above the hand carved figurehead that resembled the island of Lunar Ports' own mythical protector. The Lunar Guardian was a fantastic beast with the head and body of a man, the arms of a tiger, the wings of an angel, and the tail of a dolphin. Its fierce shape was seen as a good luck charm amongst the townspeople of Lunar Port and the villagers of the other, small, surrounding islands.

 

Below, in the crow that had gathered to look upon and admire the newly finished ship, a young woman with pail brown hair that almost shimmered blond in the bright morning sun pushed her way through to the front. Her high-pitched, almost childish, voice echoed in the harbor as she called up to the messy-haired sailor.

 

“Heero!”

 

The dark blue eyes of the sailor moved their attention away from checking the rigging to the girl standing with her hands on her hips. He stared at her for a few moments, as if her were looking but not really seeing. Her shrill voice called out again and he filched visibly as his consciousness was brought back to reality. He made an easy walk to the portside ramp and descended to the dock.

 

“Yes, Princess?”

 

The girl gave a short snort and crossed her arms, giving Heero an impatient look.

 

The young man sighed and then mumbled “Yes, Relena?” under his breath. Before she grinned and delivered her message.

 

“Father wants to see you.”

 

Heero sighed again, inwardly this time, and moved to follow Relena as she “escorted” him home. Their father, Heero Yuy Senior, was the mayor of the town of Lunar Port. In all fact he wasn't really Heeros' father. The young man had been orphaned by a disaster that nearly destroyed Lunar Port some twenty years ago. He had been only two and so he had no proper name. When the Mayor, a selfish and narcissistic man, took him in he named the orphaned boy after himself. It was no wonder that as Heero grew he began to call he sister “Princess,” as she was just as vain and egotistical as her father.

 

The large brick house on the top of the slope that Lunar Port was built upon came into view all to soon. The short pang of happiness that Heero had felt when he had final finished his ship started to melt away and the light in his deep blue eyes dimmed as he entered the poorly lit house. Relena lead the way into the study where and ageing man sat behind a desk, his hands folded under his chin. She respectfully waited till her brother was inside the room before ducking back through the double doors and closing them behind herself leaving the two men alone in the dank study.

 

“So you really plan to leave here despite my orders.” The old man said, his gray eyes ablaze with anger.

 

“I never intended to take over your position.” Heero stated coolly, this was a conversation they had played out many times.

 

“Gods damn you Heero! You don't have a choice in the matter!” The older man exploded, slamming his fists on the desk for emphasis.

 

“Make Relena your heir. She's much better suited for the role of pawn. She's already got your conceited attitude down packed!” Heero, too, was beginning to lose his temper. He'd had enough of this argument. It always ended the same way; for the last four years his father had been pushing this nonsense.

 

“Don't you bring your sister into this! I am your father and you will do as I tell you, do you understand!” The graying man stood up behind his desk and glared at the blue-eyed man before him.

 

This was the point where Heero normal turned and left, left the house and stormed around the woods till his temper calmed, but not today. Today would be different. He would make sure that this would be the last time that they would fight over this.

 

“Relena has every right to your position, and you are not my father.” Heero shot back coldly, ice practically dripping from his words.

 

“You little baste...”

 

“That's right, I'm a bastard. A twenty-two year old bastard who doesn't have to do anything you tell him. A bastard who has been nothing but your vain attempt to gain back popularity after you disgraced yourself twenty years ago!”

 

“Why you... ignorant little snot. Who was it who took you in and raised you?” Heero Yuy Senior came around to the other side of the desk, standing at full height he was almost a head taller then Heero.

 

“I wont say that I'm not thankful for your charity but I refuse to be your pawn.” Heero said firmly

 

The age-hardened fist of the older man made contact with his cheek and sent Heero sprawling to the floor. Heero looked up at the towering form above him, his fathers' shoulders heaving with anger. After spitting a mouthful of blood out onto the woven carpet he vaulted himself at the older, larger man with a battle cry. His callused fist contacted with his fathers face so hard it made the man stumble backwards a step, but after a brief realization that his son meant business Heero Yuy launched into a full-on fist fight with the blue-eyed young man. In her room upstairs Relena head the commotion and rushed down the staircase to the study. The crashing and yelling escaped with explosive force when she flung open the doors of the study. The sight within shocked her into silence. Her father and brother were rolling around on the floor punching, ripping, and cursing each other. Some of the furniture that had been unlucky enough to be in the way of their brawl was smashed and in pieces.

 

When she'd opened the door her father had been on top of her brother digging his huge fists into the younger mans face but now Heero was straddling her fathers chest, laying blow after blow into his bleeding face. After another few more moments of socked silence she screamed and ran into the room. Throwing herself into her brother with all her weight, knocking him clear of her father and into the side of the overturned desk. Heero grunted as the wind left his lungs and lay gasping for air for a few moments while Relena fretted over her father. Heero Yuy Senior pushed his daughter aside as he got up, coughing and hacking as he too tried to regain his breath. By the time he recovered and stood to face the blue-eyed Heero the younger man was already standing, glaring at the his “father” with white hot anger burning behind his eyes.

 

“Get out.” Gasped the old man quietly and then repeated it much loader. “Get out! I don't ever want to see your face again!”

 

Young Heero said not a word as he nodded shortly and stormed out of the room. Relena, who had been clutching her fathers' sleeve, fallowed her brother with her eyes and as he passed her she cried out his name and grabbed his wrist.

 

“Heero!”

 

He paused a moment in his tread across the room to the door and turned too look back at her with a blank emotionless face before flicking his arm out of her hand and tromping the rest of the way out of the room.

 

“Father!”

 

Relena turned back to her father with desperation in her voice but her father wouldn't even look at her. She heard the door slam loudly and knew her brother was gone for good. Her father didn't know but Heero had been slowly moving all of his belongings out of the house for a year, his room was already empty of everything but the bed. Tears streamed down Relenas' face and she collapsed, crying, to her knees and buried her face in her hands.

 

It was well passed noon when Heero finally made it back to the ship he had yet to name. He closed the door to his cabin carefully, even in his anger he couldn't bring himself to take it out on his ship. He looked in the small mirror strategically hung on the wall directly opposite the door. His lip was busted in two places and a huge shiner was developing over his left eye. His cheeks were both bruised and cut, as were his shoulders and arms. He suspected from the pain as he sat down in the small chair next to the desk that he proudly had a bruised rib, as well as a few tender muscles. All in all he'd say he got away from the fistfight with minimal damage. His temples throbbed and he rubbed the back of his head tenderly where he'd hit it hard against the desk when Relena had tackled him. Heero pulled out a leather-bound book from the drawer of his desk and opened it. Within its pages were all the sketches and blueprints for his ship, each and every dimension. Notes on its construction and much more, on the final page there was a line enclosed by a set of quotation marks accompanied by a detailed drawing of the finished ship. He tapped the blank end of his pen against the page but could think of nothing. Eventually his eyes began to droop, he folded his arms and rested his head on his forearm. Shortly after he drifted off to sleep.

 

Almost eight dreamless hours later Heero blinked his eyes against the darkness and fumbled around till he found the cabinet where he stored the candles. Lighting one he walked to the door that lead directly out onto the deck. Looking up he could see the outline of the moon faintly through the clouds. It was probably around nine o'clock. Most of the fishing ships were back, one or two stragglers who'd gone further out to fish were either just coming in or tying off their little boats at the docks. The lights that lit house windows dotted the slope. Up at the top he could see that all the lamps at the Mayors' house were lit but one. The lamp in what had been his room for almost twenty years. He resisted the urge to spit for the sake of his nice clean deck and then went below. There was still a lot of packing and final adjustments too do before he could set sail.

 

He tinkered with the ropes and other extra tackle, repositioned boxes of cargo, food stores and water for hours below deck in the hold. His already exhausted and overwrought muscles final complained enough somewhere around midnight and he decided to call it a night. He climbed slowly up the stairs onto the deck rubbing his sore shoulder muscles. Just as he reached the last few steps he head a strange noise. Slowly peeking over the edge of the coaming and then seeing nothing climbed out and searched the deck in more detail with a feeble candle stub as his only light. About halfway to the fore of the ship he heard a sound like someone or something had rolled itself down the stairs he'd just climbed.

 

He rushed back to the stairs and saw the edge of something move just out of view as he got to the opening. He reached behind him and grabbed a plank of wood that would later be stored below deck to use for repairs and descended the steps once again.

 

At the bottom of the steps he heard a rustling sound and turned just in time to see the shadow of something move behind box of foodstuffs. A shadowed figure peeked around the corner and then quickly disappeared behind the box again. He heard giggling now, soft giggling as if muted by a hand. He stepped lightly forward careful not to make a sound and when he reached the edge of the box he took a deep breath and then with a quick sidestep tackled the intruder and fell to the floor in a cloud of feathers and fur to engage in his second wrestling match of the day. He wrapped his weary arms around the torso of the small body. A childish voice squeaked in surprise and struggled to get free of its captors arms. Elbows and clawed hands flying in all directions, a sharp pair of teeth sank into Heeros' neck and he cried out in alarm. Holding the thing he'd captured by the shoulders at arms length to get a better look at it.

 

The small body he'd captured had a head topped with bright blond hair and two clear blue eyes shone out from beneath the messy bangs. Just below the shoulders its arms grew soft fur covered by dark black stripes. Its legs weren't really legs at all but a long flipper-ended tail, and on its back were the beginnings for a set of small feathery wings. The small creature wriggled and mewed in protest in Heero hands.

 

“A Lunar Guardian?”

 

Heero stared in disbelief as it began to struggle harder. Lunar Guardians were supposed to be myths; they weren't supposed to be real! The little Guardian screeched and flailed its tail hitting Heero square in the chest. The blow took Heero by surprise and while it released the Guardian from his grasp it knocked him backwards into he stack of wooden boxes. Heeros' head hit the hard wood first and knocked him unconscious. He groaned and slid limply to the floor. A confused chirp was the last thing he heard as it all pass into darkness.

 

The slow rocking of the ship gently roused Heero late the next morning. His heavy eyelids blinked away the sleep the lingering sleep. When his eyes finally focused in the dim light of the hold they were staring in to a pair of ice blue orbs that were the eyes if the little Lunar Guardian. It chirped happily when it realized that Heero was awake and then in a show of affection that shocked Heero it nuzzled him behind the ear all the while burbling cheerfully. Heero sat up and the little critter slid heavily off his chest into his lap.

 

It seemed that all the muscles in his body were on strike, he could barely lift his sore and tired arms and the bite he'd received from the Guardian throbbed warmly. Heero looked down at the little bundle of... everything that was sitting in his lap and then, after managing to stand, picked it up and carried it to his cabin at the stern of the ship. The blond creature babbled away in a variety of chirps, clicks, and mews all they way there. After he closed the door the Guardian jumped out of his arms and climbed up on to his bed, rolling around and bouncing on it like a four-year-old on a trampoline.

 

“Hey! Stop that!” Heero raised his voice and gave it a sharp look that stopped it dead in its tracks before returning to browsing the bookshelf.

 

He finally found the book he was looking for, one that was written and illustrated by a man who was the utmost authority on monsters and myths. He turned and found that the Guardian had wiggled its way underneath his pillow and was peeking out, giggling as if it were some great game of hide-and-seek and it'd found the perfect hiding place. Heero shook his head and sighed before sitting down at his desk and flipping through the pages until he found the one he was looking for, the entry on Lunar Guardians. The paragraph was brief and the drawing was a copy of an old temple relief that could be found on Lunar Port. It told him nothing he didn't already know. He closed the book and sighed deeply. He pulled out a smaller leather bound book than the one that contained the schematics for his ship and turned around. The Guardian was no longer under the pillow but had somehow now gotten underneath the blankets and Heero could see a prominent lump at the foot of the bed.

 

Putting the book down on the desk he walked over to the bed and plopped down on the mattress. The Guardian squeaked and then burst into a new fit of muted giggles beneath the sheets. Heero poked the lump on his bed.

 

“Found you.”

 

A halfhearted mew mumbled out from beneath his blankets and the creature slowly crawled out. It gave Heero a broad child-like smile and then proceeded to search the room with its bright eyes for new hiding places.

 

“Hey.” Heero poked it again to get its attention.

 

“Qua!” It burbled happily, grabbing Heeros' finger and inspecting it.

 

As far as Heero could tell it was intelligent, its messy blond hair though tangled and in desperate need of a washing, was silky. The tail was smooth and the tiny wings that had obviously not yet to fully mature were soft and well preened. The Lunar Guardian he'd always read about, just... really small.

 

“What am I going to do with you?” Heero asked it as it crawled into his lap and started playing with his own messy brown locks.

 

“Tre!” the little beast squeaked contentedly.

 

“Well I cant hand you over the... “him,” he'd just sell you off to some rich collector. I can't just let you run around town, it'd be dangerous.” Heero said, talking to himself in all reality but the Guardian seem as though it was listening intently. “I guess I could keep you but... what would I call you? I can't even come up with a name for my own ship.”

 

“Qua?” It cocked his head to one side with its little clawed hands and then followed suit.

 

“What dose `qua' mean?” Heero asked it, not expecting to get anything but baby talk.

 

“Tre!” The Guardian peeped

 

“Quatre? How about that? Is that your name? Quatre?”

 

The little beast stuck his tongue out at Heero and then crawled over his shoulder, its short attention span reaching its limit.

 

“What no smart reply? Fine then, your name will be Quatre.” Heero said jokingly as he reached back behind him and scooped Quatre up under he arms. The little blond giggle happily as Heero held him out at arm's length.

 

“Hello Quatre.”

 

“Mew?”

 

Heero put Quatre down on the bed and then got up, rummaging around in the cupboard until he found some cheese and bread. Usually things he kept for a late night snack but now they were forfeit to be Quatres' breakfast. He sliced off a piece of the sharp cheddar and handed it to the little Guardian who looked at it, inspecting it, and then tried to hand it back. Heero shook his head and sliced off another piece, showing it to Quatre and then eating it. The little blond nibbled on the corner of his piece and, finding it good, gobbled down the rest then looked at Heero in a quest for more. Heero sliced off a few more pieces of cheese and gave him a few cubes of bread before leaving Quatre to his meal. He stored what was left back in the cupboard and then picked up the small book he'd gotten out earlier. He flipped to a blank page and then, with a pen, he sketched out his little friend as he ate the cheese and bread hungrily.

 

After Quatre finished his meal he picked up every crumb that he'd dropped and then curled up and went to sleep. Heero finished his drawing of the little Guardian and then, in a well-trained script, wrote “Quatre” underneath the picture followed by the date and species. Then he himself yawned. Except for two uncomfortable, unwanted, naps he really hadn't slept in nearly two days. So Heero stripped out of his shirt and boots and, after re-arranging Quatre so he wouldn't kick him, he crawled into bed. His heavy eyes closed almost immediately and after his breathing slowed and became regular Quatre crawled sleepily up toward the headboard and curled up next to Heero on the pillow.

 

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