Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Beyblade Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Death's Warriors ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Demon Lady 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Beyblade Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.19.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 293 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Beyblade Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.19.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 293 | Status: Completed
Warnings: Crossover and Supernatural. Rated R at the very least.
Disclaimers: Don't any of the characters or Gundam Wing or Yu Yu Hakusho or Beyblade.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13x5x6, DxR, 9xH, 11xS, KxR, BxT, TxM, YxK, HxOC, varios others.
Don't read it if you don't like it.
Prologue
Unknown PoV:
His first thought upon hearing his orders is that J sure didn't like holding back the punches when it came to him. Followed immediately by the feeling that Fate seemed to have an almost sadistic desire to put him in situations he didn't want to handle, but he was what he was made to be and didn't decline the mission, no matter his condition or personal feelings on the matter.
He had more important things to do than think on such trivial things such as his own desires and wants such as saving the Gundam Pilots from the trap they walked into. This is going to be a pain was the final thought going through his mind as he headed off toward one of his most prized possessions.
Sometime later in a base in an undisclosed location.
Duo PoV:
We had all been sitting in this poor excuse for a cell for who knows how long. If there was one thing you could count on it was the ease with which one could get through their security, but this time they weren't taking any chances, not with all the 'rebels' they had caught sneaking around their base. What had been a simple mission for all five of us had turned into a disaster beyond anything we cared to think about. All of us were battered and bruised from rough handling, but they didn't suspect us of being the pilots because of our age, apparently they didn't expect 15 year kids to be in their own words 'cold-blooded killer’s. I could of laughed if it didn't hurt so much to breathe much less laugh at being called a kid. All of us had been through more in our lives than most adults have in several lifetimes. The tension in the cell was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The anticipation was going to kill us because we all knew it was only a matter of time before the Ozzies came for one of us for questioning. They might not suspect us being pilots, but that didn't mean they weren't going to be curious as to what rebel scum like us were doing at their base. Strangely none of had been taken yet. Shortly after being chained here in this an alarm had went off, it seemed the Ozzies had other problems on their hands besides our little ol' selves. I could feel the headache coming. I didn't have my lockpicks, all of us were stuck here in this dingy hellhole, and none of us had yet to put forth any bright ideas. Oh yes, I could feel the headache coming on. Being the curious person I am I was about to ask the others what they thought was keeping the Ozzies busy when my question was answered. The cell door was flung open with a resounding bang against the wall. Two guards came in dragging a small slumped figure swathed from head to toe in black. It was easy to tell the guards regarded the person as no threat because they didn't even bother to chain up whoever it was. They simply threw them on the ground by my feet seeing as how I was closest to the door.
'' Better 'ope your little friend lives cause were coming back for 'em. Little bastard pissed the commander off the 'ell off, he did, not answering questions. Got what he deserved then and 'e'll get more later,'' the larger and uglier of the two guards told us. Neither paying attention to the person, who ever the hell they were, behind them. None of the others paid much attention either, being to busy watching the guards make their idle threats and try to assert their dominance over us. The others might not have been paying attention at first, but I sure as hell was. The person, who I personally thought was a guy, despite the baggy, black clothes and covered face, was slowly getting up. I really didn't think my attention was that apparent, apparently it was. The person, guy, whatever chose that moment to look straight at me. A wealth of feelings hit me at the same time and completely unprepared. As I looked into those eyes, though I couldn't see the color, I was overwhelmed by the familiarity of that gaze, like I had found a missing piece of myself, family that I had unconsciously looked for all my life. Those eyes drew me in like Heero's did, but unlike Heero's whose eyes made my me feel strangely warm, tingly, and excitedly nervous, no matter how cold they looked for some for some reason, these eyes made me think of home, of siblings, and of loss. The eyes that held my focus suddenly snapped to look toward where I knew Quatre to be chained. I felt disappointed to see those eyes focused elsewhere, though I don't know why they caused these feelings in me nor why I was so disappointed, like I had lost someone I had just found after too long. This didn't last long because I soon understood what had the owner of those eyes attention.
'' Such a pretty thing innit 'e, this little blonde. So soft looking he is,'' the other guard was saying, and he wasn't to good looking to say the least, shorter too. Not that I can say much being short myself. I couldn't see anyone besides Wufei who across from me and off to the left because of the design of the room, meaning I couldn't see the others all that well. Not that I needed to see to feel the anger coming off the others for what the bastard had just said, and what we all knew could happen and be able to do nothing but watch. Apparently we weren't the only ones that knew this and that the other prisoner the guards weren't worried about wasn't as helpless as they thought. I watched as he got up as if there was not a thing wrong with him which I knew was not true if what the guards had indicated was the least bit true. I was completely focused on what he was doing only dimly noting that the guards were unaware of what was happening and neither were Quatre, Trowa, or Heero. Wufei was staring straight at the other prisoner looking like he was wondering how the hell the guy had magically gotten there and in that position. The two of us locked eyes for a second and I could see the confusion and wariness there. Typical Dragon, always cautious of what he doesn't know. For some reason I couldn't fathom I had the feeling that this guy was going to be our ticket out of here and I was right. No sooner than both pairs of our eyes swiveled back to the stranger, he burst into action. I'm pretty sure they never saw it coming because neither made the slightest noise when they keeled over to the floor dead. Surprised the hell out of the other three if I'm any judge of _expression, even as uncomfortable as the position I have to put myself in to see them is. The stranger stands there for a second as if pondering over the two guard's necks he just snapped before coming towards me. I could almost feel the others tense up. Sure the guy had just killed the no good bastards who were going to hurt Quat but that didn't mean they wanted to trust him. '' Guys calm down. I think he's here to help,'' I told them in a surprisingly calm tone. The disbelief that permeated the room was almost enough to make me laugh. All my instincts told me I was telling the truth no matter what the other seemed to believe.
'' Well?'' I asked of the person I looked expectantly towards. I got a sharp nod and the satisfying clink of the chains falling to the ground as my answer. Keys that came out of nowhere appeared in my hands, and I was gently pushed in the direction of the others. The black-clad stranger now stood at the doorway looking down the halls for more guards that could show up at any time. A look from those eyes that were hidden by the mask and hood seemed to tell me to get my ass in gear and hurry the hell up. It took almost no time to free the others, and once that was done there was a silence as we looked at the person who freed us and each other. Finally Quatre came out and asked '' Why?'' The only answer was an impatient shake of head and a beckoning hand motioning us to move our asses. That snapped us out of our little haze right quick I can tell you. Soon all of us were running full tilt down the hallways. We had to get out so we could blow the base. They hadn't searched us in their haste to get us in that cell earlier and if what happened a short while ago was any indication they had very unsavory plans for all of us, not just Quatre. The next thing I was aware of was being tackled to the ground by the stranger and the shouts from the others. Apparently some soldiers had seen us running and had alerted the commander of the base who gave orders to shot on sight. Who should they see first of course? Me, and the stranger who made me want to say brother had saved me. If that didn't get the other's trust I couldn't tell you what could, really I couldn't. I couldn't tell you what came immediately after that except that all of us were running like our lives depended on it which they pretty much did. At the edge of the woods at least a half a mile away from the base we all came to a stop. '' Thanks for the rescue back there man, both times,'' I say to our silent savior. I could practically see the eyebrow raise a fraction though I couldn't say how I figured that. No verbal answer was given only the raising of a hand. It took us a moment to recognize what was in his hands. I could feel my jaw drop. I had never felt the guy lift that off me. Apparently the others were just as shocked because they were just as motionless as me. It was the detonator to all the bombs we had planted and the guy just pushed the button. He just pushed the button. I must be getting slow because it took me a moment to process that and by that time all of us could see the cloud of smoke coming from what used to be an Oz base.
Only my reflexes saved me from getting hit in the chest with the detonator the stranger threw back to me. He then preceded to turn towards the woods in the opposite direction of our Gundams. '' Aren't you going to at least tell us your name,'' someone asked and it took me a second to figure out that the someone was me. He stopped for second and cocked his head to the side. I could almost see that eyebrow raise again before he pointed in the direction of our Gundams and melted into the trees. '' Don't bother following. We ain't going to find him,'' I hear myself say as I walk toward Deathscythe because I just know deep down those words are true. I hear the others follow and I know they all are too tired to wonder how he knew which way we needed to go. Man is Heero going to be pissed he missed that when he figures it out later, and I know he will later too. I try not to think about the sadness that his leaving makes me fell and just bury it like everything else I can't afford to think about. I can't crush the hope in my heart that we'll see him again. I mean he helped us once right? I really didn't know how right I was in my assumption and hope.
Tbc...
"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!"
-George Gordon Byron
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Disclaimers: Don't any of the characters or Gundam Wing or Yu Yu Hakusho or Beyblade.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13x5x6, DxR, 9xH, 11xS, KxR, BxT, TxM, YxK, HxOC, varios others.
Don't read it if you don't like it.
Prologue
Unknown PoV:
His first thought upon hearing his orders is that J sure didn't like holding back the punches when it came to him. Followed immediately by the feeling that Fate seemed to have an almost sadistic desire to put him in situations he didn't want to handle, but he was what he was made to be and didn't decline the mission, no matter his condition or personal feelings on the matter.
He had more important things to do than think on such trivial things such as his own desires and wants such as saving the Gundam Pilots from the trap they walked into. This is going to be a pain was the final thought going through his mind as he headed off toward one of his most prized possessions.
Sometime later in a base in an undisclosed location.
Duo PoV:
We had all been sitting in this poor excuse for a cell for who knows how long. If there was one thing you could count on it was the ease with which one could get through their security, but this time they weren't taking any chances, not with all the 'rebels' they had caught sneaking around their base. What had been a simple mission for all five of us had turned into a disaster beyond anything we cared to think about. All of us were battered and bruised from rough handling, but they didn't suspect us of being the pilots because of our age, apparently they didn't expect 15 year kids to be in their own words 'cold-blooded killer’s. I could of laughed if it didn't hurt so much to breathe much less laugh at being called a kid. All of us had been through more in our lives than most adults have in several lifetimes. The tension in the cell was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The anticipation was going to kill us because we all knew it was only a matter of time before the Ozzies came for one of us for questioning. They might not suspect us being pilots, but that didn't mean they weren't going to be curious as to what rebel scum like us were doing at their base. Strangely none of had been taken yet. Shortly after being chained here in this an alarm had went off, it seemed the Ozzies had other problems on their hands besides our little ol' selves. I could feel the headache coming. I didn't have my lockpicks, all of us were stuck here in this dingy hellhole, and none of us had yet to put forth any bright ideas. Oh yes, I could feel the headache coming on. Being the curious person I am I was about to ask the others what they thought was keeping the Ozzies busy when my question was answered. The cell door was flung open with a resounding bang against the wall. Two guards came in dragging a small slumped figure swathed from head to toe in black. It was easy to tell the guards regarded the person as no threat because they didn't even bother to chain up whoever it was. They simply threw them on the ground by my feet seeing as how I was closest to the door.
'' Better 'ope your little friend lives cause were coming back for 'em. Little bastard pissed the commander off the 'ell off, he did, not answering questions. Got what he deserved then and 'e'll get more later,'' the larger and uglier of the two guards told us. Neither paying attention to the person, who ever the hell they were, behind them. None of the others paid much attention either, being to busy watching the guards make their idle threats and try to assert their dominance over us. The others might not have been paying attention at first, but I sure as hell was. The person, who I personally thought was a guy, despite the baggy, black clothes and covered face, was slowly getting up. I really didn't think my attention was that apparent, apparently it was. The person, guy, whatever chose that moment to look straight at me. A wealth of feelings hit me at the same time and completely unprepared. As I looked into those eyes, though I couldn't see the color, I was overwhelmed by the familiarity of that gaze, like I had found a missing piece of myself, family that I had unconsciously looked for all my life. Those eyes drew me in like Heero's did, but unlike Heero's whose eyes made my me feel strangely warm, tingly, and excitedly nervous, no matter how cold they looked for some for some reason, these eyes made me think of home, of siblings, and of loss. The eyes that held my focus suddenly snapped to look toward where I knew Quatre to be chained. I felt disappointed to see those eyes focused elsewhere, though I don't know why they caused these feelings in me nor why I was so disappointed, like I had lost someone I had just found after too long. This didn't last long because I soon understood what had the owner of those eyes attention.
'' Such a pretty thing innit 'e, this little blonde. So soft looking he is,'' the other guard was saying, and he wasn't to good looking to say the least, shorter too. Not that I can say much being short myself. I couldn't see anyone besides Wufei who across from me and off to the left because of the design of the room, meaning I couldn't see the others all that well. Not that I needed to see to feel the anger coming off the others for what the bastard had just said, and what we all knew could happen and be able to do nothing but watch. Apparently we weren't the only ones that knew this and that the other prisoner the guards weren't worried about wasn't as helpless as they thought. I watched as he got up as if there was not a thing wrong with him which I knew was not true if what the guards had indicated was the least bit true. I was completely focused on what he was doing only dimly noting that the guards were unaware of what was happening and neither were Quatre, Trowa, or Heero. Wufei was staring straight at the other prisoner looking like he was wondering how the hell the guy had magically gotten there and in that position. The two of us locked eyes for a second and I could see the confusion and wariness there. Typical Dragon, always cautious of what he doesn't know. For some reason I couldn't fathom I had the feeling that this guy was going to be our ticket out of here and I was right. No sooner than both pairs of our eyes swiveled back to the stranger, he burst into action. I'm pretty sure they never saw it coming because neither made the slightest noise when they keeled over to the floor dead. Surprised the hell out of the other three if I'm any judge of _expression, even as uncomfortable as the position I have to put myself in to see them is. The stranger stands there for a second as if pondering over the two guard's necks he just snapped before coming towards me. I could almost feel the others tense up. Sure the guy had just killed the no good bastards who were going to hurt Quat but that didn't mean they wanted to trust him. '' Guys calm down. I think he's here to help,'' I told them in a surprisingly calm tone. The disbelief that permeated the room was almost enough to make me laugh. All my instincts told me I was telling the truth no matter what the other seemed to believe.
'' Well?'' I asked of the person I looked expectantly towards. I got a sharp nod and the satisfying clink of the chains falling to the ground as my answer. Keys that came out of nowhere appeared in my hands, and I was gently pushed in the direction of the others. The black-clad stranger now stood at the doorway looking down the halls for more guards that could show up at any time. A look from those eyes that were hidden by the mask and hood seemed to tell me to get my ass in gear and hurry the hell up. It took almost no time to free the others, and once that was done there was a silence as we looked at the person who freed us and each other. Finally Quatre came out and asked '' Why?'' The only answer was an impatient shake of head and a beckoning hand motioning us to move our asses. That snapped us out of our little haze right quick I can tell you. Soon all of us were running full tilt down the hallways. We had to get out so we could blow the base. They hadn't searched us in their haste to get us in that cell earlier and if what happened a short while ago was any indication they had very unsavory plans for all of us, not just Quatre. The next thing I was aware of was being tackled to the ground by the stranger and the shouts from the others. Apparently some soldiers had seen us running and had alerted the commander of the base who gave orders to shot on sight. Who should they see first of course? Me, and the stranger who made me want to say brother had saved me. If that didn't get the other's trust I couldn't tell you what could, really I couldn't. I couldn't tell you what came immediately after that except that all of us were running like our lives depended on it which they pretty much did. At the edge of the woods at least a half a mile away from the base we all came to a stop. '' Thanks for the rescue back there man, both times,'' I say to our silent savior. I could practically see the eyebrow raise a fraction though I couldn't say how I figured that. No verbal answer was given only the raising of a hand. It took us a moment to recognize what was in his hands. I could feel my jaw drop. I had never felt the guy lift that off me. Apparently the others were just as shocked because they were just as motionless as me. It was the detonator to all the bombs we had planted and the guy just pushed the button. He just pushed the button. I must be getting slow because it took me a moment to process that and by that time all of us could see the cloud of smoke coming from what used to be an Oz base.
Only my reflexes saved me from getting hit in the chest with the detonator the stranger threw back to me. He then preceded to turn towards the woods in the opposite direction of our Gundams. '' Aren't you going to at least tell us your name,'' someone asked and it took me a second to figure out that the someone was me. He stopped for second and cocked his head to the side. I could almost see that eyebrow raise again before he pointed in the direction of our Gundams and melted into the trees. '' Don't bother following. We ain't going to find him,'' I hear myself say as I walk toward Deathscythe because I just know deep down those words are true. I hear the others follow and I know they all are too tired to wonder how he knew which way we needed to go. Man is Heero going to be pissed he missed that when he figures it out later, and I know he will later too. I try not to think about the sadness that his leaving makes me fell and just bury it like everything else I can't afford to think about. I can't crush the hope in my heart that we'll see him again. I mean he helped us once right? I really didn't know how right I was in my assumption and hope.
Tbc...
"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!"
-George Gordon Byron
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