Gundam Seed and Gundam Seed Destiny does not belong to me... had it belonged to me... would I really write fanfiction instead of making Gundam Seed III? I think not.

01 - War of the Worlds

Blue strips of lightning flashed in the skies and thunder soon followed bellowing behind it as though it was just a dance between the two elements. There was green grass as far as the eye could see no doubt caused by the constant rainfall, and a few abnormally large rocks littered the floor adding more variety to the colour of the landscape. Even though the rain was heavy and there was much lightning and thunder the wind for the most part remained calm as it gently blew the grass in a general direction.

There I stood in the middle of it all, water slivered down my face and eventually dripped off at the base of my chin. My once unruly hair was tamed by the dampness from the water as it drooped down and covered most of my upper portion of my face. Even so, I did not take the time to move it from my view. I felt as though if I were to even waste a second I would be killed, because my opponent stood just beyond me. Should I take a pre-emptive strike? Or should I wait for him to take the first move? Whichever it was I knew I couldn't make a mistake or my life would be jeopardy.

The wind had no effect on my soaked blood red scarf as it just dangled from around my neck to the floor. The water seeped through the cracks of my leather armour and made my armour groan every time I moved. I crouched towards the ground, one foot in front of the other and placed my left hand on the sheath of my katana and gripped tightly to the handle with my other hand.

After much thought I came to the conclusion that I would be the first to strike, I slowed inched my blade out from the sheath, when suddenly he raised his head up towards the sky, his hair slipped downwards exposing his entire face to the tiny wet bullets as he gave a loud cry of laughter. He looked back at me and shrugged his shoulders with a big grin on his face. His face struck terror into my soul and I couldn't move at all, I was paralyzed, what small chance I just had in defeating him seemed to have fleetingly disappeared. He dropped his swords one from each hand. The impact of the swords against the ground let out a loud thud. He signaled a taunting pose with his now free hands and I was completely consumed by my emotions as I raced towards him in utter rage.

He grinned as his provocation succeeded, and he immediately took a defensive stance. He raised his left hand open palmed towards the sky while his other hand remained fisted and kept tucked close to his midsection.

I ran as fast as I could darting left and right in hopes of confusing him of where I would strike. When I was within a meter of him I dashed into the air and brought my sword crashing down using both my hands. As powerful as he is, it was impossible to stop a sword with only bare hands. My expectations were crushed as he somehow managed to block it with his forearm. What more is that he seemed undamaged as he swiftly pulled his arm to the side dragging my sword and myself with it sending me in a sudden rotation while in mid-air. He wasted no time and immediately attacked me while I was in this defenseless position. Before I knew what hit me I was sent flying.

I slid across the dirt floor leaving a skid mark, and my sword swirled above the floor coming to a halt just in front of me. When I came to I realized my vision was suddenly blurred. I squinted an eye trying to comprehend what the hell just happened, but that bastard was definitely underestimating me, I was in such a fragile state but he had yet to move from his original location.

I wouldn't let a single attack be the end of our duel and struggled to pick myself up from the ground. Stabbing my sword into the ground I used it to assist me but when I attempted to get up I felt a sudden pain surging from my chest, the pain was unbearable and I collapsed onto my knees. My breathing started to become erratic, until finally relief came as I threw up blood. The brown floor was now painted with the colour of my blood slowly being washed away by the rain.

"It's over" he said calmly as he started walking towards me.

'It's over you say?' I yelled but my voice was unable to escape my lips.

The way he carried himself was terrifying in itself. His calm subtle walk sent chills down my spine as he slowly got closer and closer.

'Maybe it is over… no… no… NO!' I refused to submit myself to defeat and quickly took my stance with my sword quivering in my hand. He took no notice to my sudden regeneration and continued to walk forward. When he was just within my range I slashed horizontally, and again, I don't know if it was just my obscured vision but he had disappeared as though he was never there. Instead of hitting him, he suddenly had his hand around my throat and was strangling me. He picked me up single-handedly and rammed me into one of the large boulders nearby temporarily stunning me. More blood spew forth from my lips and slowly my katana slipped from my grasp. My eyes rolled up as I slowly lost consciousness.

'Is this really the end?'

He loosened his grip and moved his face close to mine and whispered into my ear "Hurry up and let it out. This is boring" He released his grip and jumped back a bit waiting for me to make a move. I coughed uncontrollably as soon as I was given freedom and once again fell to the floor. I was shocked, how did he know about 'it'?But if it is what he wants then it is what he's going to get. I slowly arose to my feet and released a sudden energy and let it course through my body creating a vibrant wind where I stood in the epicenter. I looked up with clear non-emotional eyes and clenched tightly onto my sword. My wounds slowly recovered and I felt more alive than ever before, but at the same time my self-consciousness started to fade, I was losing control over myself.

I walked towards him with my sword trailing behind me as it sliced a path through the ground. "Here I come" I muttered silently but just loud enough for him to hear. In a blink of the eye I vanished only to reappear behind my prey, I swung my sword down violently and slashed my unexpected victim in the back. Blood immediately secreted but he didn't even flinch at the pain. He didn't waste a moment's time in launching a counterattack in the form of a leg sweep, however I quickly placed my sword into the ground and used it as a third leg as I flipped over onto his other side. Dirt flew up from his kick as it created a small trench in the ground, no doubt a kick of that proportion would have severely injured me. But no matter, I was on this side, and with this last swing the battle would be won. However much to my surprise he once again was able to block with his forearm, the only difference from now and before was that I had my feet planted firmly in the ground. Single-handedly I exhibited my strength and pressured his guard until it finally brought him to his knees the power struggle remained at a standstill until there was a sudden loud cracking sound. My eyes widened at the sight I saw, there under his garments laid iron armbands, the secret behind his ability to defend such things.

"Heh. So now you know" He smiled, even in such a scenario he was able to smile. "Even so, I must say I'm happy… to fight someone of your caliber, it will be so much more fun when I kill you."

"Kill me you say? Don't make me laugh!" I screamed and applied more pressure to my sword. The tip of the blade was only centimeters away from his face when he threw down his guard and rolled away from my assault just barely dodging my sword from cutting off half of his head.

"To lose yourself like that… you're still in the early stages" he commented.

"Early stages? What the hell are you talking about" I screamed for an explanation.

He sighed a bit and shook his head in disbelief "Defeat me and I shall explain" I couldn't help but laugh at his proposal "Defeat you? With this strength I will not just defeat you… I'll destroy you!"

My intimidation had little to no effect. "Did you think… you were truly the only one?" he asked as he stood up and regained his composure. "Did you honestly think you were the only SEED?" He said and then he combed his hand through his hair lifting his hair above his eyes and held it in place as it showed an uncanny resemblance to mine. The emptiness and despaired feeling in those eyes were the same; there was no emotion in them.

The aura he released was nothing like mine; it had a cold ominous feeling, much like if it was death right around the corner with his fingers just lingering above you ready to pierce you in the heart. 'Run… I have to run… if I don't I'll be swallowed by his power' is what ran through my mind, but my feet refused to listen. 'move, move … move dammit!' I screamed but nothing happened.

I didn't even blink, but he was already in front of me with his sword impaled through my chest. I looked down at my wound in shock and then looked back at him, he grinned and then placed his foot near the wound and brushed me off his sword like nothing more than dust. I returned to my former self with blood gushing out uncontrollably from my midsection and I collapsed onto the floor.

"When… did… sword…?" I asked with my last bit of strength, I didn't expect to get a response but to my surprise he answered "Huh? I picked it up. Didn't you see?" I was in utter disbelief at his answer. I tried to ask when but blood filled my mouth and made speech impossible.

"If you live through this, I'll be looking forward to a rematch, although from you your current situation I highly doubt that" he laughed and spared me the final blow. That bastard was again underestimating me. In my anger I attempted to rise back up until I realized that nothing followed my commands; my feet, my hands, my head… nothing. 'Huh? What the hell is this? I can't feel anything, it's getting dark… ah crap, is this really the end… this sucks…' Slowly his footsteps faded until it was completely gone, and I was surrounded with nothing but emptiness. I could feel the black depths of hell grabbing at my very soul with their wretched decomposed arms clinging onto every fabric of my being but just as the light chases the darkness away, I was saved when a single bright hand descending from the complete darkened void and picked my stumbled self placing me firmly back onto my feat.

Just as I was about to see the face of whose hand it belonged to I awoke in a pool of sweat and I immediately sat upright but then a sudden sensation of pain reminded me of the past and forced me to lie back down. I began to breathe heavily until the pain finally subsided and with it so did my sudden thirst for air. My breathing returned to normal as I began to absorb information from my surroundings. A million questions began to race through my mind, but the one which stood out most was definitely 'How did I manage to survive' I laughed at my own stupid luck and closed my eyes contemplating the many questions on my mind. However, I was unable to find an answer to even one and so I naturally fell back into a deep slumber without realizing it.

After a few hours I woke up once again and I blinked a few times trying to adjust my eyes to the light until they finally became accustomed to the bright beams and then I searched for answers once again. I wanted to remain still and just allow this rejuvenating feeling to continue, but my thirst for answers drove me to attempt to sit up. I shifted some of my weight onto one side and supported it with my elbow, as expected my wound had not yet healed and the pain only further demonstrated that point. However, I endured it and was finally sitting up and then I quickly leaned upon the nearby wall to support me.

I took a new perspective on everything from this view and noticed that I was in what seemed like a small house. The floor was panned with wooden planks some were fairly old and creaked every time there was even the slightest pressure applied to it. The house had but a single door and window which were on opposing sides, with the window just behind me. The moonlight shone in through the slightly opened window and illuminated the inside a bit, but the biggest source of light was the small indoor campfire just in front of me. There were bits of twigs and branches nearby and a small pot hovered over it, but more importantly was the contents of what was inside the pot. I could smell the sweet scent of soup and my hunger proved to be stronger than the pain as it was more than enough motivation for me to crawl to the campfire. Before I could scoop out anything the door swung open and revealed a young lady.

She dropped the small bits of wood she was gathering and rushed to me. Her eyes had a compassionate feeling and her blonde hair feel to just above her shoulders.

"You're finally awake? How are you feeling?" she questioned.

I ignored her completely and instead followed it with a question of my own. "Where am I?"

She looked at me sternly, and was very upset with me at my lack of respect so she refused to answer my question much like I did. She got back up and went to tend to the fire, randomly poking at it. Seeing that it was probably her who I owed my life to I finally answered "I'm fine… Thank you" She turned around quickly with a big smile on her face.

"That's great! I was starting to think you'd never wake up seeing as this was your third week."

"Three weeks…" I muttered in astonishment. Revelation struck me and I attempted to get to my feet in a rush. She noticed my attempt and rushed to my side and tried to subdue my foolish attempt.

"What are you doing! You haven't even recovered!" She shouted angrily and cautiously pushed me back to the floor. With my current strength I couldn't even best her and was forced to remain seated on the cold wooden floors.

"I have to go now… I have to find him…" I explained.

"Him…?" She questioned.

"Yeah…" I paused a bit in hesitation of explaining the whole story but in the end I concluded she deserved at least that much. I gave a quick sigh and then revealed the reason my need for a quick departure.

"… The man who killed my wife"

I hope you liked chapter 1. Please review, the number of reviews will probably determine the speed chapter 2 is released... because currently I'mobsessed with WoW and if no one comments I won't feel any need to do it. Not like that's a threat or anything ;;;

I hope it came out okay... if anyone has any tips or suggestions please tell me, I take every comment I get into consideration. I didn't like it as much as my other two and didn't even plan on releasing it, so yeah I think it's pretty bad right now... I hope to do better in the future.

Thanks for reading it and my rant.