Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Beyblade Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Death's Warriors ❯ Ch.1 ( Chapter 2 )
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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: 1.8K | Visits: 223 | 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: 1.8K | Visits: 223 | 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, various others.
Don't read it if you don't like it.
Ch.1
Unknown PoV
I followed them to make sure they got back safely to their Gundams. No use saving their asses only for them to end up lost or captured again. Not that I was expecting them to do either of those two things. They're too well trained to get lost and their pride had already taken to heavy of a blow in getting captured earlier. Oblivion probably would have been preferable to capture to them, especially after what that bastard of a guard almost pulled. Duo looked me right in the eyes earlier, and I know I saw that subconscious recognition, whether he understands what it meant or not.
I really hate memory, especially mine. It follows me every life whether I wish for it or not. Nothing good ever comes of it, only the pain of knowing I can't let the others remember me and the pain that my heart, my mind, my body, my soul, and the little that is left of my scarred spirit has been through. The only thing that makes it worth going through again is the knowledge that the next time all of them are in one life together is the life they will achieve their happiness in. They can all stay together, watch over the world and keep it safe, and most of all finally get the chance to have the families they were denied in lives. Sure they'll always have some problem to fix but all of them are so selfless whether they think that of themselves or not. No need for stolen seconds of comfort in life. After this I'll finally be able to rest and not bear the pain, though I suppose I did ask for it didn't I? To make sure all of my family was happy when they cast aside their completely mortal shells? It is my destiny after all to do this is it not? To watch over and guide them through life when they need it. I have long since given up any thought of finding happiness. Have to deserve that to get it and my family, my once whole family more than deserves, has more than earned happiness. I am a Guardian, a Protector, a Hunter, and many other things. More names have I than I wish to count because a very old soul do I have, much like that of Shinigami who is the brother of my heart. Hopefully when they get back those pesky things called memories they won't be able to connect me to very many if any of my past faces. Nothing worse than watching them figure out they watched me die several times and being able to do nothing. Better they never know. Though I think my nestmates will take it worst when they can't find me 'cause that me is long since dead.
Damn, that training must be more deeply ingrained than I thought 'cause I trailed them all the way to their split-up site without my mind directing me to. I'd say they are getting shabby if I didn't know I beat them at stealth even back then. After all Death over there is a master of stealth but he had to be taught first and few pupils exceed their masters when, especially when I'm the teacher. He might never have known who I was before he met me and what I gave up but I've never stopped being who I was. Wonder how they'll react when they see that new mission that's waiting for them back at their safe house? Just know their going to be pissed that the Mad Five kept this information away from them. Of course with my luck I'm going to be stuck explaining this to them, just watch. I almost wish I had found the sorry son of a bitch that put that curse on them and made my life more of a living hell than it already was. Then maybe they wouldn't keep dumping these little surprises right into my lap. So what if I'm older, they can put up with this kind of shit too and if they also didn't happen to be family I would let them deal with it. Like I said all of them were entirely too selfless for our own good, good thing I have a way to know exactly when they're likely to pull shit like that too.
At the safe house
Duo PoV
The journey back was nothing but a blur 'cause the adrenaline rush we all got from escaping is really starting to fade. If the others are feeling anything like I am right now then we'll all be crashing into bed as soon as possible. Good thing Quat set up this safehouse and has a place to hide the Gundams undercover or we'd probably pass out from the effort of getting them hidden right. At least I would, can't really say much for Heero, 'cause sometimes I'd swear he was a machine or somethin'. True to prediction most of us wanted to sleep after we got inside after making sure our Gundams were okay but something stopped us. It was Heero's laptop, or more specifically what was on his laptop. I remember him leaving it on here in the living room, but damn if it doesn't have another mission from the Docs on it. Second we come in and there it is beeping with fresh mission details when we just got in dead tired from stress from the last mission they sent us on. This is a load of shit, but duty is duty so might as well get on with it.
Any anger I might of had cools off for a second when Quatre starts reading. Yes Quatre, 'cause even though it's Heero's laptop, him talking more than monosyllables would be irregular in this situation, besides Quat is not actually touching the 'top either. Heero is really protective of that thing. We didn't have to start the new mission until tomorrow and that was only 'cause of traveling. Great! We get to all stay together for little longer. The next part brings that anger back and more. There was another pilot and the Docs didn't see fit to tell us until now!!! All of us, though some of us won't admit it, like it that we have back up if the shit hits the fan, and if not that at least someone who can carry on in your place and finish the work you started. I don't even have to look at the others to know they share my feelings. Sure, haven't met the pilot yet but there were only four other people besides myself who understood what we all go through. That is until Quat told us otherwise. This other pilot hasn't had the benefit of a partner, of someone to share the burden. It's like we all are a family now and we truly are even if all of us wouldn't say it out loud. It galls to know there is someone else we could call family, call brother and the Docs decided to wait till now to say something.
We are to go with our Gundams to the coordinates given. Apparently this is where our new safe house is and it can be a permanent one as well. Kind of shocking that no one can trace us to this place from what the Docs said. They even told us where in the garage on this property we had to place each of our Gundams, weird. We are supposed to be filled in about the rest of what they neglected to tell us by this pilot. The only thing they told us was that he was Pilot 00. Didn't even tell us the name of his Gundam, hmph.
We are definitely somewhere in Japan. I've seen the pictures and we are surrounded by forested mountains, besides Quat just asked and Tro confirmed it. If this permanent safe house is around here, which I know it is, it'll be perfect. Lots of cover for our Gundams if we can't make it all the way back. Damn! Would you look at that, it's a mansion. A four story mansion at that, with a big enough garage to hold all our Gundams standing up. That will sure come in handy, especially with the roof being able to open up like it's doin' right now. Setting our Gundams down into the spots we were told to was no problem and now that I can get a good look I can see why we were told those specific spots. Looks like they were made with our Gundams in mind.
''Guys you all done?'' I ask, not really expecting anything but yes. Which is the answer I get by the way. ''Maybe we should head on to the house since the other pilot isn't here,'' suggested Quat, who I knew to be just as excited as me at the prospect of another person to call brother of another who understood. Hopefully this one also likes to talk because me and Quat always end up the life of the conversation. Sure there are ways to nudge the other three into talking but sometimes the effort is just too much when you're dead tired. Especially when the effort might only get you a rant about justice or the weakness of women. Thank you, not.
I really need to stop drifting away in thought. We're already in the house and I didn't even notice on a conscious level. All of us look around taking in our surroundings when a deliberate rustling of cloth catches our attention. Boy did this guy get our attention. The new pilot was gorgeous but that wasn't what I was looking at. Oh no, definitely wasn't what I was paying attention to. ''It's you!'' I exclaim in shock.
Tbc...
"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people."
-Kahlil Gibran
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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, various others.
Don't read it if you don't like it.
Ch.1
Unknown PoV
I followed them to make sure they got back safely to their Gundams. No use saving their asses only for them to end up lost or captured again. Not that I was expecting them to do either of those two things. They're too well trained to get lost and their pride had already taken to heavy of a blow in getting captured earlier. Oblivion probably would have been preferable to capture to them, especially after what that bastard of a guard almost pulled. Duo looked me right in the eyes earlier, and I know I saw that subconscious recognition, whether he understands what it meant or not.
I really hate memory, especially mine. It follows me every life whether I wish for it or not. Nothing good ever comes of it, only the pain of knowing I can't let the others remember me and the pain that my heart, my mind, my body, my soul, and the little that is left of my scarred spirit has been through. The only thing that makes it worth going through again is the knowledge that the next time all of them are in one life together is the life they will achieve their happiness in. They can all stay together, watch over the world and keep it safe, and most of all finally get the chance to have the families they were denied in lives. Sure they'll always have some problem to fix but all of them are so selfless whether they think that of themselves or not. No need for stolen seconds of comfort in life. After this I'll finally be able to rest and not bear the pain, though I suppose I did ask for it didn't I? To make sure all of my family was happy when they cast aside their completely mortal shells? It is my destiny after all to do this is it not? To watch over and guide them through life when they need it. I have long since given up any thought of finding happiness. Have to deserve that to get it and my family, my once whole family more than deserves, has more than earned happiness. I am a Guardian, a Protector, a Hunter, and many other things. More names have I than I wish to count because a very old soul do I have, much like that of Shinigami who is the brother of my heart. Hopefully when they get back those pesky things called memories they won't be able to connect me to very many if any of my past faces. Nothing worse than watching them figure out they watched me die several times and being able to do nothing. Better they never know. Though I think my nestmates will take it worst when they can't find me 'cause that me is long since dead.
Damn, that training must be more deeply ingrained than I thought 'cause I trailed them all the way to their split-up site without my mind directing me to. I'd say they are getting shabby if I didn't know I beat them at stealth even back then. After all Death over there is a master of stealth but he had to be taught first and few pupils exceed their masters when, especially when I'm the teacher. He might never have known who I was before he met me and what I gave up but I've never stopped being who I was. Wonder how they'll react when they see that new mission that's waiting for them back at their safe house? Just know their going to be pissed that the Mad Five kept this information away from them. Of course with my luck I'm going to be stuck explaining this to them, just watch. I almost wish I had found the sorry son of a bitch that put that curse on them and made my life more of a living hell than it already was. Then maybe they wouldn't keep dumping these little surprises right into my lap. So what if I'm older, they can put up with this kind of shit too and if they also didn't happen to be family I would let them deal with it. Like I said all of them were entirely too selfless for our own good, good thing I have a way to know exactly when they're likely to pull shit like that too.
At the safe house
Duo PoV
The journey back was nothing but a blur 'cause the adrenaline rush we all got from escaping is really starting to fade. If the others are feeling anything like I am right now then we'll all be crashing into bed as soon as possible. Good thing Quat set up this safehouse and has a place to hide the Gundams undercover or we'd probably pass out from the effort of getting them hidden right. At least I would, can't really say much for Heero, 'cause sometimes I'd swear he was a machine or somethin'. True to prediction most of us wanted to sleep after we got inside after making sure our Gundams were okay but something stopped us. It was Heero's laptop, or more specifically what was on his laptop. I remember him leaving it on here in the living room, but damn if it doesn't have another mission from the Docs on it. Second we come in and there it is beeping with fresh mission details when we just got in dead tired from stress from the last mission they sent us on. This is a load of shit, but duty is duty so might as well get on with it.
Any anger I might of had cools off for a second when Quatre starts reading. Yes Quatre, 'cause even though it's Heero's laptop, him talking more than monosyllables would be irregular in this situation, besides Quat is not actually touching the 'top either. Heero is really protective of that thing. We didn't have to start the new mission until tomorrow and that was only 'cause of traveling. Great! We get to all stay together for little longer. The next part brings that anger back and more. There was another pilot and the Docs didn't see fit to tell us until now!!! All of us, though some of us won't admit it, like it that we have back up if the shit hits the fan, and if not that at least someone who can carry on in your place and finish the work you started. I don't even have to look at the others to know they share my feelings. Sure, haven't met the pilot yet but there were only four other people besides myself who understood what we all go through. That is until Quat told us otherwise. This other pilot hasn't had the benefit of a partner, of someone to share the burden. It's like we all are a family now and we truly are even if all of us wouldn't say it out loud. It galls to know there is someone else we could call family, call brother and the Docs decided to wait till now to say something.
We are to go with our Gundams to the coordinates given. Apparently this is where our new safe house is and it can be a permanent one as well. Kind of shocking that no one can trace us to this place from what the Docs said. They even told us where in the garage on this property we had to place each of our Gundams, weird. We are supposed to be filled in about the rest of what they neglected to tell us by this pilot. The only thing they told us was that he was Pilot 00. Didn't even tell us the name of his Gundam, hmph.
We are definitely somewhere in Japan. I've seen the pictures and we are surrounded by forested mountains, besides Quat just asked and Tro confirmed it. If this permanent safe house is around here, which I know it is, it'll be perfect. Lots of cover for our Gundams if we can't make it all the way back. Damn! Would you look at that, it's a mansion. A four story mansion at that, with a big enough garage to hold all our Gundams standing up. That will sure come in handy, especially with the roof being able to open up like it's doin' right now. Setting our Gundams down into the spots we were told to was no problem and now that I can get a good look I can see why we were told those specific spots. Looks like they were made with our Gundams in mind.
''Guys you all done?'' I ask, not really expecting anything but yes. Which is the answer I get by the way. ''Maybe we should head on to the house since the other pilot isn't here,'' suggested Quat, who I knew to be just as excited as me at the prospect of another person to call brother of another who understood. Hopefully this one also likes to talk because me and Quat always end up the life of the conversation. Sure there are ways to nudge the other three into talking but sometimes the effort is just too much when you're dead tired. Especially when the effort might only get you a rant about justice or the weakness of women. Thank you, not.
I really need to stop drifting away in thought. We're already in the house and I didn't even notice on a conscious level. All of us look around taking in our surroundings when a deliberate rustling of cloth catches our attention. Boy did this guy get our attention. The new pilot was gorgeous but that wasn't what I was looking at. Oh no, definitely wasn't what I was paying attention to. ''It's you!'' I exclaim in shock.
Tbc...
"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people."
-Kahlil Gibran
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