Disclaimer: you know the drill. don't own. please don't sue. All of the refernces to Carpathians belong to Christine Feehan, all aspects of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, all Gundam Wing refernces belong to its owners(who I can't remember at the moment), and all references to Kaeleer belong to Anne Bishop.
Series:Gundam Wing/Harry Potter(1-4)
Warnings:violence,male/male romance, language
Author's note: this is my first fanfic that i have posted so it will be bad. I'm putting the Gundam Wing universe seven hundred years in the future from today.Also note that this is NOT an alternate universe story. PLEASE REVIEW! it helps me write more chapters. love ya!
thoughts
telepathy
"speech"
scene change
Chapter One: Operation Meteor
L2, A.C. 188
A lone figure stood at the edge of the smouldering ruin that once been the Maxwell Church. A faint sound came from nearby, the nun from the church. Sister Helen she was called. As the figure knelt by the dying nun, she begged the being to save the boy, said that the child had tried to protect them from the OZ soldiers. Letting go of the now limp hand, the figure moved to check the eight-year old boy ten feet away.
"Is she dead?" asked the boy as the etheral looking creature drew near.
"Yes. She is dead. She said that you tried to save them from the soldiers that attacked." the voice held soft thunder, one that spoke of great power.
"I tried,but it didn't work. They're all dead now, even Father Maxwell." the boy was small for his age, skinny with long brown hair held back in a braid. "Are you Shinigami? My friend Solo said that there was no God, only the God of Death, Shinigami. Are you him?"
The stranger's amethyst eyes glittered with leashed power, "Yes, I am the God of Death. But before you go to see your friend Solo, I must ask you something."
The boy struggled to concentrate on what the stranger was saying, his breathing laboured. Ice-cold eyes narrowed as they focused on the child's chest. He didn't have much longer, his chest had been crushed by a falling beam when the church collasped into the street.
"Your name?"
"Duo, that's the name Solo gave me in the gang." The boy seemed compelled to tell the figure everything about him.
"What I ask of you is not something to be taken lightly. My request of you is this: may I look into your mind and make your memories my own, your name will be mine, your appearence mine, to take your identity and everything that you are as my own?" Should the boy agree, the figure would become the boy in everyway, an honour only given to those who sacrifaced everything to protect the people they loved and died trying.
Duo looked at the being's icy eyes, seeing only truth and respect in them. With a hoarse cough, Duo whispered, "Yes."
Placing a pale hand on the boy's head, the figure closed its eyes. Images flashed, names, emotions, children laughing...crying...he held Solo in his arms as his best friend died...Sister Helen braiding his hair for the first time...Father Maxwell's dying words. On and on it went until there was no more for the figure to see. Leaving the pale hand on the child's head, the figure contoured and re-shaped until the person standing infront of Duo was his duplicate. The only difference being the bright amethyst eyes that stood out in the thin face.
Smiling at his twin, the boy once known as Maxwell's Demon died. Standing up, a mischevious grin came over the youngster's face.
"Now, I need to see a man about a Gundam."
L2, A.C. 195
"I don't care if you already have a pilot chosen! I'm a helluva lot more qualified to pilot Deathsythe then that child will ever be! I funded your project, techniquely it's mine, I'm taking it." A frustrated Duo Maxwell glared at the beak-nosed doctor.
"Duo, Kyle has been training for months in the simulator. Operation Meteor launches in three days. There's no way you can learn how to work Deathsythe in that short a time! Even with your memory." Doctor G refused to let this pompous boy destroy the biggest achievement of his career, even if he was the one who had paid it.
"Fine. You get your boy-toy ready. In one hour we'll have a little contest to see who is better suited to pilot the Gundam."
"Deal, one hour." Doctor G grinned evilly. There was no way the untrained Duo would be able to beat a fully trained pilot.
Returning to his quarters within G's facility, Duo paced back and forth trying to resist the urge to strangle the mad doctor. A presence brushed against the inner barriers of the American's mind. The psychic scent was rich with dark power, ancient and female. Without turning, Duo knew that he was no longer alone in his room.
"It's been a while, Lady." Soft, husky laughter filled the silence.
"So it has. Paris, wasn't it?" Amethyst eyes softed slightly at the memory.
"Yes. Why are you here, Raven?" Looking over his shoulder, he took in the exotic beauty of Raven's face. Eyes slanted like the Japanese, classic bone structure of the Greeks, and soft full lips. She was small, not much more than 5'5, with long hair hair reachng to her waist. A streak of pure white ran through the wealth of her hair from her left temple.
"I had a vision. Water, Earth, Wind, and Chaos move from the colonys. They will be key in this war, I suspect that they are the pilots of the other Gundams created by the Mad Five. We must join them if we are to ensure the continuation of this world."
Duo looked out his window, taking in the emptiness of space. "Were the names of the pilots give to you in the vision?" Wondering if this war will different from any of the others that he had fought in, the brunette reflected on the growing darkness within him. He wasn't sure if he would last much longer against the beast, it grew with each passing moment, threatening to consume his soul if he gave up the search for his lifemate.
Being a soldier didn't help much, he had to resist everytime to keep from taking the blood of the soldiers he killed.
"Only the image of them was given to me. I think that you may know two of them, the others are unknowns."
"Have you felt anything from Spirit recently?" Spirit being the only element they had contact with so far, they would need to be able to get their hands on him whne the time came.
"Yes, he said that he was being transfered to Geneva." Duo continued to stare out at the expanse of space.
"May I see them?" Raven sent the images of the four elements along their private mental path.
Earth was the first image; tall and thin, a shock of hair covered one eye. Wind was next; Chinese, proud, dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, Dragon Clan symbols blazed on the fabric of his shirt. Duo remembered him, it had been almost eleven years since he had seen his nephew Wufei. Water followed; bright hair, clear kind eyes, Arabian clothes. Quartre, so many years since Duo had returned his grandson to his family. Chaos was a shock; there was Japanese blood in the boy's background, you could see it in the eyes and build, wild hair got in his eyes...eyes that held a dangerous intensity in them.
Breaking the connection, Duo realized that Raven had moved to stand beside him at the window.
"The darkness is getting stronger isn't it?" Her question was soft with concern.
"Yes." The American drew the lady into his arms, needing to hold her, to let her clean, dark power clam the beast inside him that fought for freedom.
Neither of them said anything as they stood at the window, they merely found comfort in each other's presence. With any luck, this would be the last battle they would have to fight in, let others take up the cause they had bled for.
Finally, they would have peace after centuries of war throughout the galaxy.
Series:Gundam Wing/Harry Potter(1-4)
Warnings:violence,male/male romance, language
Author's note: this is my first fanfic that i have posted so it will be bad. I'm putting the Gundam Wing universe seven hundred years in the future from today.Also note that this is NOT an alternate universe story. PLEASE REVIEW! it helps me write more chapters. love ya!
thoughts
telepathy
"speech"
scene change
Chapter One: Operation Meteor
L2, A.C. 188
A lone figure stood at the edge of the smouldering ruin that once been the Maxwell Church. A faint sound came from nearby, the nun from the church. Sister Helen she was called. As the figure knelt by the dying nun, she begged the being to save the boy, said that the child had tried to protect them from the OZ soldiers. Letting go of the now limp hand, the figure moved to check the eight-year old boy ten feet away.
"Is she dead?" asked the boy as the etheral looking creature drew near.
"Yes. She is dead. She said that you tried to save them from the soldiers that attacked." the voice held soft thunder, one that spoke of great power.
"I tried,but it didn't work. They're all dead now, even Father Maxwell." the boy was small for his age, skinny with long brown hair held back in a braid. "Are you Shinigami? My friend Solo said that there was no God, only the God of Death, Shinigami. Are you him?"
The stranger's amethyst eyes glittered with leashed power, "Yes, I am the God of Death. But before you go to see your friend Solo, I must ask you something."
The boy struggled to concentrate on what the stranger was saying, his breathing laboured. Ice-cold eyes narrowed as they focused on the child's chest. He didn't have much longer, his chest had been crushed by a falling beam when the church collasped into the street.
"Your name?"
"Duo, that's the name Solo gave me in the gang." The boy seemed compelled to tell the figure everything about him.
"What I ask of you is not something to be taken lightly. My request of you is this: may I look into your mind and make your memories my own, your name will be mine, your appearence mine, to take your identity and everything that you are as my own?" Should the boy agree, the figure would become the boy in everyway, an honour only given to those who sacrifaced everything to protect the people they loved and died trying.
Duo looked at the being's icy eyes, seeing only truth and respect in them. With a hoarse cough, Duo whispered, "Yes."
Placing a pale hand on the boy's head, the figure closed its eyes. Images flashed, names, emotions, children laughing...crying...he held Solo in his arms as his best friend died...Sister Helen braiding his hair for the first time...Father Maxwell's dying words. On and on it went until there was no more for the figure to see. Leaving the pale hand on the child's head, the figure contoured and re-shaped until the person standing infront of Duo was his duplicate. The only difference being the bright amethyst eyes that stood out in the thin face.
Smiling at his twin, the boy once known as Maxwell's Demon died. Standing up, a mischevious grin came over the youngster's face.
"Now, I need to see a man about a Gundam."
L2, A.C. 195
"I don't care if you already have a pilot chosen! I'm a helluva lot more qualified to pilot Deathsythe then that child will ever be! I funded your project, techniquely it's mine, I'm taking it." A frustrated Duo Maxwell glared at the beak-nosed doctor.
"Duo, Kyle has been training for months in the simulator. Operation Meteor launches in three days. There's no way you can learn how to work Deathsythe in that short a time! Even with your memory." Doctor G refused to let this pompous boy destroy the biggest achievement of his career, even if he was the one who had paid it.
"Fine. You get your boy-toy ready. In one hour we'll have a little contest to see who is better suited to pilot the Gundam."
"Deal, one hour." Doctor G grinned evilly. There was no way the untrained Duo would be able to beat a fully trained pilot.
Returning to his quarters within G's facility, Duo paced back and forth trying to resist the urge to strangle the mad doctor. A presence brushed against the inner barriers of the American's mind. The psychic scent was rich with dark power, ancient and female. Without turning, Duo knew that he was no longer alone in his room.
"It's been a while, Lady." Soft, husky laughter filled the silence.
"So it has. Paris, wasn't it?" Amethyst eyes softed slightly at the memory.
"Yes. Why are you here, Raven?" Looking over his shoulder, he took in the exotic beauty of Raven's face. Eyes slanted like the Japanese, classic bone structure of the Greeks, and soft full lips. She was small, not much more than 5'5, with long hair hair reachng to her waist. A streak of pure white ran through the wealth of her hair from her left temple.
"I had a vision. Water, Earth, Wind, and Chaos move from the colonys. They will be key in this war, I suspect that they are the pilots of the other Gundams created by the Mad Five. We must join them if we are to ensure the continuation of this world."
Duo looked out his window, taking in the emptiness of space. "Were the names of the pilots give to you in the vision?" Wondering if this war will different from any of the others that he had fought in, the brunette reflected on the growing darkness within him. He wasn't sure if he would last much longer against the beast, it grew with each passing moment, threatening to consume his soul if he gave up the search for his lifemate.
Being a soldier didn't help much, he had to resist everytime to keep from taking the blood of the soldiers he killed.
"Only the image of them was given to me. I think that you may know two of them, the others are unknowns."
"Have you felt anything from Spirit recently?" Spirit being the only element they had contact with so far, they would need to be able to get their hands on him whne the time came.
"Yes, he said that he was being transfered to Geneva." Duo continued to stare out at the expanse of space.
"May I see them?" Raven sent the images of the four elements along their private mental path.
Earth was the first image; tall and thin, a shock of hair covered one eye. Wind was next; Chinese, proud, dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, Dragon Clan symbols blazed on the fabric of his shirt. Duo remembered him, it had been almost eleven years since he had seen his nephew Wufei. Water followed; bright hair, clear kind eyes, Arabian clothes. Quartre, so many years since Duo had returned his grandson to his family. Chaos was a shock; there was Japanese blood in the boy's background, you could see it in the eyes and build, wild hair got in his eyes...eyes that held a dangerous intensity in them.
Breaking the connection, Duo realized that Raven had moved to stand beside him at the window.
"The darkness is getting stronger isn't it?" Her question was soft with concern.
"Yes." The American drew the lady into his arms, needing to hold her, to let her clean, dark power clam the beast inside him that fought for freedom.
Neither of them said anything as they stood at the window, they merely found comfort in each other's presence. With any luck, this would be the last battle they would have to fight in, let others take up the cause they had bled for.
Finally, they would have peace after centuries of war throughout the galaxy.