Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Beyblade Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Death's Warriors ❯ Ch.2 ( Chapter 3 )
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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: 2.1K | Visits: 203 | 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: 2.1K | Visits: 203 | 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.2
Unknown PoV
It's a good thing I have more patience than a saint, not that I was given much choice there, or I would be going stir crazy with all the waiting for my new team. The Gundam Boys, such a wonderful name don't ya think? I think I ...like it which is interesting, for me at least. I liked the last two, even if I can never truly be happy in life. Though why J sees fit to keep changing me around will be a mystery until I corner the sly old Doc. If he wasn't needed I would seriously think about hurting him, but he's family so i'll just torture him instead. I know lots of ways to get back at him after all. Ah, the wonders of blackmail. They should be here soon since they started yesterday if my memory serves right, which it does since I'm cursed and blessed with a perfect, photographic one.
If I didn't know I'm the best one to deal with teaching them I would seriously be in a more vengeful mood. Takes quite a bit more than throwing duties I probably would have requested anyway to piss me off. I've been told it is truly a scary thing to see me pissed which I find hard to believe, but then I'm not really looking in the mirror now am I? I have way to much control to let it go further than that though. There's something to say about age especially for an old soul like mine. Seeing and remembering all the things from all those lifetimes and I mean remembering everything, really gives you control over little things such as your emotions. It also leaves you a very jaded, old soul. I can still react to situations like I once did but the emotions I'm imitating are a bare whisper of what they once were. At least some emotions are, others are like a raging river that refuses to stop. Those are what help me keep my focus, help me keep in mind what my purpose in this world is. Not that it is my fault for no longer feeling certain things, not that I could fix it if I tried. No, that's one burden, one curse, that I will most likely always carry. It's rather like sinking in water and looking up to see the light overhead slowly disappear as you sink deeper down, or being incased in ice and having to watch as your eyes droop further down into the oblivion of sleep and the light gradually fades away to nothing. In both cases feeling the cold seep through your very bones and know your powerless to stop what know will be the death of you, whether now or later matters not because this slow death is more inevitable than than the cycles of the moon or the rising of the sun.
Guess I'll just have to get them to remember enough to know who they were and still are and what they are capable of. They shouldn't connect me now to who I was back then, to be honest it probably would be better if they didn't. They all had enough guilt as it was back then about what happened don't need what they felt guilty about right in front of 'em. Not that they could have helped anyway, not my new team, not the others, none of 'em could have helped. Didn't stop the guilt though. If I had it in me to pray I would, I'd pray that they not figure it out nor me have to reveal it. Hurts me enough as it is.
Flickers of approaching energy and the security system rouse me from my thoughts. That would be the other pilots. I wonder what they'll think of me and how long it'll take to earn their respect and trust. I hate explaining things but I'll enjoy watching them chew out the Mad Five for not telling them this stuff sooner. Bet if I deliver it right it'll rile some them up enough to argue with and yell at the Docs. Nothing they hate worse than being yelled at, criticized, or arguing with someone they look at as a subordinate, which I'm sure will be corrected in their minds soon enough, just need to be reminded who they're dealing with is all. Revenge is sweet when you can sit back, watch it occur, and see the results. Its their own fault anyway. That new team that's coming sometime soon is going to be dumped into mine and the other pilots laps. If it's who I think it shouldn't be too much trouble just another sign that the culmination is getting nearer. Of course, that also leaves me with other people I don't need figuring out who I was and opening more old wounds. Times like these I almost rue being what I am 'cause sometimes the bad luck I seem to be cursed with just boggles the mind.
The noises of the Gundams landing can be heard all the way from the main house. Gotta love that opening roof. Hope they don't get too insulted when I don't talk, as if I can help that right now. Though it should be interesting to see their reaction to the one who will be talking. Never shuts up now that I think about it. Good their taking the right path, the one that leads to the front entrance. I'll have to show them all the little features and the other special things about this place. It was built for and with several things in mind after all. Better get ready they'll probably just walk through the door. Good way to catch someone off guard, that it is. That's exactly what they do too. I have to make a little noise to get their attention and boy do I get it. They're staring. I know I'm strange but I didn't think I looked that remarkable. I feel like I'm one of those lab specimens that always catch the trespasser's eye. Scratch that four of them are staring at how I look. Duo is looking into the eye he can see, and, sure enough I hear it.
Duo PoV
"It's you!" I exclaim. Even though one eye is obscured I can see the other. I know I'm right, don't know how I know it, but I am. "Your the one who saved us at that base, the one who blew it up," I finish. I think I stunned the others for a moment and I could see the faint disbelief and incredulousness in their eyes. Well, that is until he nods in acknowledgement and agreement to what I said. He then opens a door that leads to a sitting room and motions us into it. That's strange, there's a computer terminal and what looks like holoports in here. He made another motion for us to sit which surprisingly we did. He went straight to the terminal and from there turned on what were holoports. I had only seen such things at G's lab though so I didn't question how this pilot had them. The way we were seated had us sitting around in a horseshoe formation with the open end facing the terminal and pilot. A blue screen popped up to the side of him so we could see still see what was to be seen of his face, then he began typing and the words showed up on the sceen. That's a cool use of the holoports. The message on the screen and what happened after were a little shocking and went like this:
Yes, I am the one who helped you escape that base, by the way. You are comrades and are needed in this war. It was a trap. It was leaked that rebels would be attacking that perticular base but it didn't get leaked that these rebels were the Gundam Pilots. I know it is an inconvience but at this time I am unable to speak due to outside interference. Considering this I will have another speak for me since I cannot. Your briefing will have to wait. Meet Lunos.
A small figure started materializing out of thin air. It was a little girl. A very beautiful little girl. She had a long mane of ebony hair that feathered out, milky white skin, cherry lips, and a petite figure, but what really stole the breath was her eyes. Her eyes were a shade of pale gold with flecks of silver and I saw so much wisdom there in her eyes. So many thoughts went through my mind and my instincts were telling me so many things, but I couldn't understand what they were telling me so I kept silent and listened instead of trying to voice the idea that was forming in my head. "Hello. You already know who I am and I already know who you all are so I'll introduce you to the boy at the terminal over there. Meet my aspira Shadow, Pilot 00 and the pilot of Gundam Raven also called the -" Lunos cut off looking sheepishly at the amused looking Shadow who sure enough had an eyebrow raised. "Alright, alright so I was getting off topic, sorry, I'll get on with it. Well Shadow isn't allowed to speak because he got his jaw broken and if the rumors circulating in Oz are true he got caught mouthing off to a soldier in front of Colonel Une with Treize Khushrenada and Zechs Merquise not far behind, and the soldier took it into his head that he would get rewarded for shutting up the upstart who dared do this in front of the leaders of Oz. So the soldier kicked Shadow right in the jaw thus breaking it and since he was cuffed and his arms held by other soldiers he couldn't fight back or avoid it. The three of them were so outraged at Shadow's treatment they had the soldier in question put in a cell to be punished later ane sent Shadow right to their doctors for treatment - oops. Sorry, I'm rambling again aren't I Shadow? I think its true. Well that's what the rumors are and when I asked J, he said that's what happened so you really can't blame me for telling them what is probably true. Though why those soldiers had you baffles me 'cause your usually more careful unless it serves your purposes to be caught. I guess you did that this time too?" said Lunos
Man, can that kid talk. At least that's one more conversationalist for Quat and me to talk to. Shadow might when he can, maybe he's just waiting for the go ahead from one of the Docs? The entire time I listened to Lunos that crazy idea has taken root more firmly. No inanimate thing, no programmed thing talks like Lunos does. She sure as hell isn't AI either, not any form of it. I think I know why we were told about Shadow now and not earlier. We weren't ready yet and what we have could still be controlled. He hasn't said anything to any of us but his empathy, it's getting harder to handle. None of are normal and we are here to find out just how abnormal we are. The surprises are going to be too numerous to count if my guess is correct. I think Heero definitely has the same idea about why we're here and Tro, Fei, and Quat are having the same train of thought. Before I can stop myself I finally voice the thing my instincts kept trying to tell me earlier, " You're real, aren't you. Not a hologram. You're too alive to be a hologram."
Tbc...
"Men die, but sorrow never dies; The crowding years divide in vain, And the wide world is knit with ties of common brotherhood in pain." - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
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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.2
Unknown PoV
It's a good thing I have more patience than a saint, not that I was given much choice there, or I would be going stir crazy with all the waiting for my new team. The Gundam Boys, such a wonderful name don't ya think? I think I ...like it which is interesting, for me at least. I liked the last two, even if I can never truly be happy in life. Though why J sees fit to keep changing me around will be a mystery until I corner the sly old Doc. If he wasn't needed I would seriously think about hurting him, but he's family so i'll just torture him instead. I know lots of ways to get back at him after all. Ah, the wonders of blackmail. They should be here soon since they started yesterday if my memory serves right, which it does since I'm cursed and blessed with a perfect, photographic one.
If I didn't know I'm the best one to deal with teaching them I would seriously be in a more vengeful mood. Takes quite a bit more than throwing duties I probably would have requested anyway to piss me off. I've been told it is truly a scary thing to see me pissed which I find hard to believe, but then I'm not really looking in the mirror now am I? I have way to much control to let it go further than that though. There's something to say about age especially for an old soul like mine. Seeing and remembering all the things from all those lifetimes and I mean remembering everything, really gives you control over little things such as your emotions. It also leaves you a very jaded, old soul. I can still react to situations like I once did but the emotions I'm imitating are a bare whisper of what they once were. At least some emotions are, others are like a raging river that refuses to stop. Those are what help me keep my focus, help me keep in mind what my purpose in this world is. Not that it is my fault for no longer feeling certain things, not that I could fix it if I tried. No, that's one burden, one curse, that I will most likely always carry. It's rather like sinking in water and looking up to see the light overhead slowly disappear as you sink deeper down, or being incased in ice and having to watch as your eyes droop further down into the oblivion of sleep and the light gradually fades away to nothing. In both cases feeling the cold seep through your very bones and know your powerless to stop what know will be the death of you, whether now or later matters not because this slow death is more inevitable than than the cycles of the moon or the rising of the sun.
Guess I'll just have to get them to remember enough to know who they were and still are and what they are capable of. They shouldn't connect me now to who I was back then, to be honest it probably would be better if they didn't. They all had enough guilt as it was back then about what happened don't need what they felt guilty about right in front of 'em. Not that they could have helped anyway, not my new team, not the others, none of 'em could have helped. Didn't stop the guilt though. If I had it in me to pray I would, I'd pray that they not figure it out nor me have to reveal it. Hurts me enough as it is.
Flickers of approaching energy and the security system rouse me from my thoughts. That would be the other pilots. I wonder what they'll think of me and how long it'll take to earn their respect and trust. I hate explaining things but I'll enjoy watching them chew out the Mad Five for not telling them this stuff sooner. Bet if I deliver it right it'll rile some them up enough to argue with and yell at the Docs. Nothing they hate worse than being yelled at, criticized, or arguing with someone they look at as a subordinate, which I'm sure will be corrected in their minds soon enough, just need to be reminded who they're dealing with is all. Revenge is sweet when you can sit back, watch it occur, and see the results. Its their own fault anyway. That new team that's coming sometime soon is going to be dumped into mine and the other pilots laps. If it's who I think it shouldn't be too much trouble just another sign that the culmination is getting nearer. Of course, that also leaves me with other people I don't need figuring out who I was and opening more old wounds. Times like these I almost rue being what I am 'cause sometimes the bad luck I seem to be cursed with just boggles the mind.
The noises of the Gundams landing can be heard all the way from the main house. Gotta love that opening roof. Hope they don't get too insulted when I don't talk, as if I can help that right now. Though it should be interesting to see their reaction to the one who will be talking. Never shuts up now that I think about it. Good their taking the right path, the one that leads to the front entrance. I'll have to show them all the little features and the other special things about this place. It was built for and with several things in mind after all. Better get ready they'll probably just walk through the door. Good way to catch someone off guard, that it is. That's exactly what they do too. I have to make a little noise to get their attention and boy do I get it. They're staring. I know I'm strange but I didn't think I looked that remarkable. I feel like I'm one of those lab specimens that always catch the trespasser's eye. Scratch that four of them are staring at how I look. Duo is looking into the eye he can see, and, sure enough I hear it.
Duo PoV
"It's you!" I exclaim. Even though one eye is obscured I can see the other. I know I'm right, don't know how I know it, but I am. "Your the one who saved us at that base, the one who blew it up," I finish. I think I stunned the others for a moment and I could see the faint disbelief and incredulousness in their eyes. Well, that is until he nods in acknowledgement and agreement to what I said. He then opens a door that leads to a sitting room and motions us into it. That's strange, there's a computer terminal and what looks like holoports in here. He made another motion for us to sit which surprisingly we did. He went straight to the terminal and from there turned on what were holoports. I had only seen such things at G's lab though so I didn't question how this pilot had them. The way we were seated had us sitting around in a horseshoe formation with the open end facing the terminal and pilot. A blue screen popped up to the side of him so we could see still see what was to be seen of his face, then he began typing and the words showed up on the sceen. That's a cool use of the holoports. The message on the screen and what happened after were a little shocking and went like this:
Yes, I am the one who helped you escape that base, by the way. You are comrades and are needed in this war. It was a trap. It was leaked that rebels would be attacking that perticular base but it didn't get leaked that these rebels were the Gundam Pilots. I know it is an inconvience but at this time I am unable to speak due to outside interference. Considering this I will have another speak for me since I cannot. Your briefing will have to wait. Meet Lunos.
A small figure started materializing out of thin air. It was a little girl. A very beautiful little girl. She had a long mane of ebony hair that feathered out, milky white skin, cherry lips, and a petite figure, but what really stole the breath was her eyes. Her eyes were a shade of pale gold with flecks of silver and I saw so much wisdom there in her eyes. So many thoughts went through my mind and my instincts were telling me so many things, but I couldn't understand what they were telling me so I kept silent and listened instead of trying to voice the idea that was forming in my head. "Hello. You already know who I am and I already know who you all are so I'll introduce you to the boy at the terminal over there. Meet my aspira Shadow, Pilot 00 and the pilot of Gundam Raven also called the -" Lunos cut off looking sheepishly at the amused looking Shadow who sure enough had an eyebrow raised. "Alright, alright so I was getting off topic, sorry, I'll get on with it. Well Shadow isn't allowed to speak because he got his jaw broken and if the rumors circulating in Oz are true he got caught mouthing off to a soldier in front of Colonel Une with Treize Khushrenada and Zechs Merquise not far behind, and the soldier took it into his head that he would get rewarded for shutting up the upstart who dared do this in front of the leaders of Oz. So the soldier kicked Shadow right in the jaw thus breaking it and since he was cuffed and his arms held by other soldiers he couldn't fight back or avoid it. The three of them were so outraged at Shadow's treatment they had the soldier in question put in a cell to be punished later ane sent Shadow right to their doctors for treatment - oops. Sorry, I'm rambling again aren't I Shadow? I think its true. Well that's what the rumors are and when I asked J, he said that's what happened so you really can't blame me for telling them what is probably true. Though why those soldiers had you baffles me 'cause your usually more careful unless it serves your purposes to be caught. I guess you did that this time too?" said Lunos
Man, can that kid talk. At least that's one more conversationalist for Quat and me to talk to. Shadow might when he can, maybe he's just waiting for the go ahead from one of the Docs? The entire time I listened to Lunos that crazy idea has taken root more firmly. No inanimate thing, no programmed thing talks like Lunos does. She sure as hell isn't AI either, not any form of it. I think I know why we were told about Shadow now and not earlier. We weren't ready yet and what we have could still be controlled. He hasn't said anything to any of us but his empathy, it's getting harder to handle. None of are normal and we are here to find out just how abnormal we are. The surprises are going to be too numerous to count if my guess is correct. I think Heero definitely has the same idea about why we're here and Tro, Fei, and Quat are having the same train of thought. Before I can stop myself I finally voice the thing my instincts kept trying to tell me earlier, " You're real, aren't you. Not a hologram. You're too alive to be a hologram."
Tbc...
"Men die, but sorrow never dies; The crowding years divide in vain, And the wide world is knit with ties of common brotherhood in pain." - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
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