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Warning: This fic contains at least SHOUNEN-AI (guys kissin' and cuddlin') and possibly YAOI (explicit sex scenes between guys), it also contains pedophile because Wufei is 15.

Author Note: This is a slight AU. It is set after series as if there was no Endless Waltz. Also the major change is Zechs never joined White Fang. But the war had the same basic outcome. This is a four part story with all parts not being equal; Ghosts, Swords, Words, and Wars. This is 13x5x6 and any combination there of.

Happy Reading!

-Na

Of Ghosts and Swords, Words and Wars

Chaputa-ichi: Ghosts

Stepping out of a large building the small figure stood out in the crowd what with his loose cheongsam and the Japanese steel strapped to his back, a black motorcycle helmet under one arm. In the summer evening the youth took in a deep breath taking in the darkening sky. By the time he made it to his destination night will have just settled. Moving towards the parking garage the boy pulled out his motorcycle keys, for the motorcycle he wasn't even old enough to drive. Spying the onyx and chrome of his Suzuki GSX-R 1000 he had to smile and thank the Japanese that bike was the second-fastest production vehicle behind the Bugatti Veyron 16.4 a sports car.

Zipping out of the Preventer's parking lot and into the open street the black blur moved easily through traffic as the young Chinese teenager made his way to the highway. He had about an hour of travel ahead of him, but he didn't mind. It had taken him a while to decide he wanted to make this trip, and only because he still believed it should be him in the cemetery plot.

Peace or what the general populous believed was peace had been ruling the earth and her colonies for some time now. Heero Yuy was now acting as a bodyguard for Relena Darlian. Triton Bloom returned to his sister Catherine, as well as Nanashi to the circus and occasionally taking space based missions under the alias Trowa Barton. Quatre Raberba Winner was also in space most likely with Trowa when he is not running Winner Corporations. Duo Maxwell and Chang Wu Fei were flat out Preventer's there on earth with no ulterior jobs. But what many people didn't know was that these five agents part-time or not were still risking their lives by killing the occasional rebel forces, before war could break loose once more.

Slowing down the bike onyx orbs scanned the hill speckled with white, he had chosen the right time to come, there was not a soul there besides him; alive anyways. Cutting the engine and removing his helmet Wu Fei sighed and dismounted the bike. Smoothing out his clothes and brushing back a stubborn few strands of hair that came loose with his helmet.

Walking up the grave speckled hill, he went to where Lady Une had stated that he would be able to find the war grave he was searching for. Under a sturdy old chestnut tree laid the grave. Chestnuts the teenager thought seemed to hold no significance to the outward world, perhaps they had been favored by the man to lay eternal on that red hill. For in the fall the leaves would turn red and blanket the warrior below.

Upon reaching the grave Wu Fei knelt before it; his head bowed in prayer for the poor soul, but before his black eyes could slide shut they caught the sight of a manila envelope addressed to: Chang Wu Fei. Pulling back a little bit, the boy scanned the area surprised. Inspecting the envelope where it sat to make sure there were no trip wires he then cautiously picked it up. Once it was deemed safe he opened the envelope and took out a thin Video Play-Back device.

Pressing play he watched the screen come to life and there in a comfortably furnished office chair behind a desk sat the Peace Ambassador of the former Sanc Kingdom Milliardo Peacecraft who was now working closely with the Preventer's by frequently making speeches and doing charity work to help the stability of the peace in the general populous. The crisp white suit, the long flowing platinum blond hair and blue eyes smiled at Wu Fei through the recording. Although he did not know this man personally during the war Heero and Trowa had mentioned that he was very honorable man.

Suddenly the figure on the screen began to speak, "Hello Chang Wu Fei, I would have liked to discuss what I am about to tell you in person but circumstances have dictated otherwise. And thus I trust you will dutifully destroy the evidence of this recording when it is finished. What I am about to tell you, you need to understand was completely my idea and Treize Khushrenada had no say in the matter. Treize and I had been friends for years so he naturally told me of you, and even though he believed your fight was to end in space with Gundams; I knew that in both your hearts you wanted to end it by swords. I will not go into great detail at what I did but when I found out his was going to space… let's just say it involved handcuffs and a chair, along with a Mobile Suit Remote connected to the Tallgeese II. He wanted to fight you for real Chang Wu Fei and I denied him. He wants to fight you still, as I know you wish to draw your sword."

The screen went blank, and Wu Fei stared at the apparatus in some form of shocked confusion. What had the man been talking about? What apparitions had he set loose upon the world? His ears suddenly picked up the sound of footsteps coming from the nearby forest and approaching his back. The steps were slow and sure, those of a man of stature, those of a ghost barely cold in the ground.

Without turning the Chinese boy stated calm and cool as if he were not before the grave of the man who stood behind him, "Treize."

"Chang Wu Fei we meet again," came the smooth voice of a man- a ghost. Turning and drawing his katana in a single swift movement, ebony orbs eyed the ghost before him. The ginger hair still short and combed back, the forked eyebrows over blue eyes. The tall figure, although not in his usual royal attire was wearing dress pants and a button up shirt. The boy mused that there was probably an over coat to the suit that had been abandoned in the warm weather. But no where on the figure was a sword.

"Merquise, said we were to draw swords," stated the boy his cold gaze fixed on his once enemy, his ghost.

Blue eyes studied the boy before him the caramel colored skin, the olive shaped orbs of obsidian fire to the equally dark hair. Even with the distance between them he could see the few strands that seemed to come loose from static electricity, and for the life of the older man he could not think of the cause.

"I will not spill blood on those who no longer have any. Please if you will accompany me back to my current residence we will continue our dual there," replied Treize gesturing towards the road, "I can even offer you a ride there."

"I brought my bike, thank you," said Wu Fei sheathing his sword and removing the memory chip from Milliardo's Video Play-Back device, looking up at the confused expression on the elder's face, "I will follow you, on my motorcycle."

Slowly nodding the German turned and walked back into the woods that were in the opposite direction that Wu Fei had came from. Following suit the young ex-pilot began to walk down the white spackled hill towards his black bike.

It was funny in some twisted form he had come to this graveyard to kneel at the grave of the man he had killed. The chance that he spilled his own blood, whether in seppuku or in some blood oath, was rather good; for this was the man who should have killed him. And now after this living-ghost has stated that no blood should be given to those with none, he will be going somewhere unknown. Somewhere unknown; to kill the man that he had killed, or be killed by him- like he should have not so long ago.

Digging threw a small pack attached to his bike the boy pulled out a small vile of an acidic fluid. Placing the memory chip inside he capped the vile swirling it around a few times watching the chip simply disappear. The vile had been given to him for just this reason, but originally thought strictly Preventer's business. Placing the vile along with the envelope and Video Play-Back device into the pack, Wu Fei shifted the katana on his back before mounting the bike.

Starting up his GSX-R 1000 the Shenlong pilot sat there with his helmet in his hands and waited for Treize to appear in his own vehicle. It wasn't long until an undistinguishable black car rolled from a forest path and on to the main road. The right driver's side window rolled down and the man gazed out at the dark haired boy eyebrow raised. Putting on his helmet Wu Fei waited for the living-ghost to lead the way.

Speeding back in the direction that the Preventer came from, the two men rode the highway which was eerily quiet. About halfway between the city in which the Preventer's Headquarters lie and the graveyard where Treize Khushrenada did not lie, they took an exit that lead them down a remote mountain road. At the base of the mountain they turned down a dirt road that traveled around a good portion of the first half of the mountains base that ended at rot-iron gates and high brick ways of the Peacecraft estate.

Stopping before the gate the ex-trained assassin huffed, "Merquise doesn't believe in security?"

"Actually he has the best security I have ever seen, a few Dobermann Pinschers, feel free to test it if you like. Where we are going to dual and where my own dueling sword is in my private quarters on the other side of the house, second floor, the light is on and the window is open," replied the ex-OZ Commander stepping out of his own vehicle.

Scuffing the younger of the two went to the pack on his motorcycle again and pulled out a few dog treats. It was another one of those standards in case a situation like this arose. Since many people with guard dogs starved the dogs so they would attach intruders; a dog treat would stop the assault immediately.

Ebony orbs scanned the wall that was easily twice his height plus perhaps a meter, but he could still vault over it, or he could take the less flashy entrance of slipping through the bars of the gate. Running towards the wall Wu Fei jumped and cursed silently when he realized that he would not make it. If he couldn't vault the four meter about13 ft high wall then the Preventer's were really not keeping him in shape. The Chinese boy stepped off of the side of the brick wall so he would land on a nearby tree branch for a split second before he somersaulted over the wall, landing with one leg out and the other bent under him. Standing up he brushed off his clothes before moving forward.

Prussian blue eyes smiled as the watched the dark figure disappear over the wall. Moving towards the gate and the call system to contact someone to open said gate, he punch in the codes to get Milliardo directly. When the face of his friend appeared on the screen the elder smiled, "Miri, there is no need for alarm my Drache is just testing your Court."

"All right Treize," said the blond looking past his friend he noticed the black Suzuki motorcycle, "is that the Dragon's? He shouldn't be old enough to drive except perhaps in the United States."

"Yes well, who knows Miri, Trowa Barton was a fifteen-year-old Gundam pilot while also being the rejected Heavyarms pilot and Mariemaia's uncle. A man in two places at once. Who knows with the Gundam pilots; perhaps my Drache is actually a Fisch," replied the brunette.

Gazing upon the structure black eyes noticed that while the house was large it was not excessively so for the bachelor and his 'dead' friend. The grounds themselves were another matter they were large, lush green, flowers lined the walk and from his position not far from the wall he could see was an orchard next to the house and a pond around back.

To the right a low menacing growl issued the Asian boy turned a smirk on his face. The smirk fell as his eyes met those of four large black and brown Dobermann Pinschers that easily stood taller then his waist. So they were big dogs, he had dealt with Dobermanns before. Forcing a small calming smile on his face he held out his hand with the treat to the snarling dog. When the dog took no notice, Wu Fei tossed the small bone shaped treat at the dog closest to him.

The hounds began to stalk towards their pray ignoring they dog treat offered to them. Olive shape orbs went wide, that had never happened before. Backing up slowly the ex-pilot decided that he would need to rely on his speed. If need be he could play the fox.

Turning Wu Fei ran for the small orchard and heard the barking of the dogs as they gave chase. Reaching the trees the boy weaved in and out of most of them, before going back through and spring off the trunk of one tree to another. Once he was sure his scent was in enough places he climbed to the very top of the trees and made his way to the edge of the orchard closest to the house, while watching the dogs scattered below.

Jumping silently from the trees to land in the lush green grass, the onyx haired boy silently but swiftly moved towards the back of the house. Once more he could hear the low growl near his person and as Wu Fei glanced over his shoulder he found it was too late, he was caught. There leaping at him was a dog that weighed more then him and on two legs also had the height advantage.

Lying on the ground, Wu Fei cursed soundly in Chinese, the heavy weight of the snarling beast above him; Chang Wu Fei, Peventer, ex-Gundam pilot 05, had been caught by a dog.

"Halt!" came the voice of Treize the dog became silent, "Duke steig aus," the weight upon Wu Fei's back disappeared, "Sitzplatz," there was a pause before Treize spoke again, "Are you all right Wu Fei?"

Quickly getting off the ground the teenager turned to find Treize standing there calmly with four dogs laying serenely in the grass as it they were kittens and not guard dogs. Cold obsidian orbs glared at the tall figure before him, "I will admit that both Peacecraft siblings have a good security system."

Treize chuckled, "Well let me introduce you to Milliardo's court," motioning to the dogs at his feet, and then to the one on Wu Fei's far right, "This is Duke Edward Ellington, next to Duke is Baron Georges-Eugène Haussmann, then next to Baron is Lord George Gordon Byron, and last but not least Duke's son Count Johann Heinrich von Bernstorff. Well now that introductions are through shall we go inside?"

Wu Fei nodded and followed the taller man as he walked towards the front door. Entering the estate of Milliardo Peacecraft, the Preventer took notice that while the house was tastefully decorated although some of the pieces he could tell were rather old and in the style most commonly found in the Sanc kingdom. No doubt the prince had returned to his home land to salvage these few pieces. The rest of the décor while it looked nice and matched well with the Sanc pieces were not 'the best money could buy'.

Walking up the dimly lit stairs, the young man couldn't help but hold a certain view of respect for a man who spent all his money not on his outwardly appearance to guest. A large part of the dragon fighter wanted to know where the extra money was going. Like many thing on this trip of his, Wu Fei was finding himself wanting to ask yet another question. First the questions spanned from Treize and the 'handcuffs and a chair', to the estate and the hounds, and now he started to wonder about Milliardo Peacecraft, a man he barely knew. But in a way these men were still his enemy, and he knew respectful no one would ask questions.

The brunette pulled out an old key, a skeleton key; but there was something about it that made the Chinese boy think; that perhaps even Duo would have a hard time picking the lock. Pushing the door open Treize held it for Wu Fei to go through first. Once they were in the door it shut and automatically locked, so that no one on the outside could get in.

Black eyes scanned the room the were in, it was a modest sized sitting room, a couple bear claw wood framed sofas, a tea trolley with a complete western style tea set, a free standing chess board in one corner prepped to play, on the nearby end table there was a vase of silk roses and next to it in a silver frame was a smiling Treize Khushrenada holding a baby, and on the far wall a sword rack.

Moving, with purpose and ease the brunette walked towards the swords and the empty space of floor where the two could hold their duel. Blue eyes scanned over the three dueling blades that he could choose to fight with. Eyes landing on the center blade, steel that had previously beaten the young dragon; his sword hand gripped the hilt and drew it from its confines.

Turning around to take his stance he found the Chinese fighter to already have drawn his katana the sheath discarded gently to the side as was the long-sleeve cheongsam top. Leaving Wu Fei to look like a calmer version of himself, the night of their first encounter.

There was not a word as the two sized the other. It was as if they waited for the proverbial tumbleweed, or perhaps a bird or even a pin to drop. There was no rush in this battle no burning need for blood, Treize was already a ghost. Nothing depended on one of their lives ending, except the other; the day they met face to face they forfeited their lives to each other.

Taking a cautious step forward Treize extended his sword sliding it across the younger's own steel. The zing of metal on metal broke the still the duel began. Pulling the katana away from the other and swinging it under, Wu Fei made for a low sweeping strike. The western blade swept down in an opposing arch connecting in a block; the beginnings of the reverse triangle dance, an endless waltz of pointless strike and block, used often in films.

Neither having the want to continue as they had begun; pulled apart to attach at odd angles as their dance began a new. At one point early in the evening it looked like the hand was in the elder's favor, his blade dangerously close to the caramel skin of the exposed neck.

A ripping sound filled the room and Treize had thought perhaps he had caught the fabric of the dark blue tank top. But instead of the shirt falling, the once tight hair fell around the boys face and shoulders. There was a pause as blue eyes gazed down into black orbs obscured by equally black locks.

Wu Fei surged forward, Treize parried; the Chinese boy was now back-to the man and what should have been the ending blow was blocked by a back crescent kick that gave the momentum to quickly turn and attack back. And thus the dance continued.

Both men were covered in a light sheen of sweat, both were utterly at peace. In some weird twisted fashion in these peaceful times where one had died to stop all wars and the other still kills to stop all wars. And in the small stinging cuts, the blood, and sweat their lives were their own and yet not. But the dance, the clash of steel was not for some greater cause but for them to heal some small piece of their own broken souls.

Parrying the katana strike Treize took a step forward deep into Wu Fei's defenses. Blocking the younger's sword hand with his free hand the brunette successfully held the katana far from the Chinese boy's body and thus his own. Sliding his own blade carefully along the tender exposed caramel skin of the boy's neck; Treize won.

Pulling apart Chang immediately knelt on the ground head bowed in defeat, obsidian locks slipping forward; placing the katana just out of his own reach, "My life is forfeit."

"Then you will stay the night, leave in the morning and if you so choose return to duel again some other night. Now follow me," replied the Russian as he placed his sword back in its place and moved to one of the three doors that left the room. Returning his own blade to its sheath, Wu Fei left it by the other swords before picking up his shirt and following the elder man.

Treize lead Wu Fei through a small study the walls lined with books a singular puffy sofa for comfortable reading and a large dark wood desk. They moved through to the only other door off the room which lead them to what could only be Treize's bedroom.

The Asian boy halted a step the words spoken to him running through his head, a sense of dread rising in him, thinking now that he should have seen earlier what had been implied. But to his relief the brunette walked through yet another door, and when the younger moved to follow his heart stopped; it was a closet. His assumption had been correct, Treize meant to have his way with him.

His hands tightened into fists, the lithe form tense with anger, but then he tried to calm himself. He had lost the duel, his life was forfeit; and therefore what ever was chosen for his life he would relent to. For his honor told him thus and since he had lost it was as if he were now a ghost. Settling his mind with a calming breath, and resigning himself to his fate, he turned towards the bed.

Slowly pulling his blue top from his pants he began to pull it over his head. Two larger hands caught his wrist, making the dark haired boy's heart skip a beat and his breath catch. The man standing directly behind him spoke; calm and quiet as if Wu Fei were a frightened rabbit, "This is not why I asked you to spend the night here. I would never force myself upon anyone. I simply wanted to play a game of chess, and then we will retire for the evening at which point yes we would need to share a room but that sofa under the window pulls out into another bed. I brought you in here since I thought that you might like to take a shower and I needed to find you something that didn't have grass stains on it to wear to bed."

Letting out a sigh of relief, caramel hands let go of the hem of his shirt and brushed back a black lock, "Arigatou."

"Now I apologize, since Milliardo is a few centimeters taller then me there is really nothing in this house that could fit you. But these lounge pants have a draw string and you can roll up the pant legs. The shirt, it is suppose to be short sleeved, and well here is a hair tie, sorry about your old one," stated Treize holding out a pile of clothes to Wu Fei, onyx orbs eyed the hair tie questionably, "the hair tie is for Milliardo when we play chess believe it or not his hair can accidentally move the pieces around the board, when loose. Now the bathroom is through that door and the other door leading out of the bathroom leads to the sitting room. There are towels in the small closet."

Nodding the Chinese boy walked into the bathroom with his pile of large clothes to take a quick shower. Following suit the brunette picked up his sleep clothes and evening gown before moving out into the hall, to use the shower in Milliardo's room. He knew that he would not be interrupting anything, for this was a house of insomniacs.

Blue eyes sparkled with laughter when he met the dragon in his sitting room. First the Russian informed the Chinese youth that had taken the liberty of returning the envelope to Milliardo and put the motorcycle in the garage. Then the blue eyes scanned the damp black hair that hung loose, the hair tie on the caramel wrist, the deep red t-shirt hung loosely on his frame exposing his collar bone and covering his elbows in the sleeves, it seemed that he had opted not to wear the pants but to just wear his boxers that were nearly covered by the t-shirt. Treize thought he looked good like that, rather cute actually, he ideally wondered if Wu Fei knew that red complimented his skin tone.

Moving over to the chess board the two players sat and without a word began to play. As the game progressed no words were uttered except those needed for game play; calling their moves and announce 'check' or 'checkmate'. The game was long the players each providing a challenge for the other. Although Wu Fei won, he knew when he came the following evening, if he lost the duel and the same was asked of him, he could lose the chess match as well. But that thought didn't bother him.

Author's Note: Milliardo's dogs were named after real people, and for everyone's information counts were often given that title since they were sons of a duke.

Edward "Duke" Ellington (1899-1974) influential jazz piano musician.

Baron Georges-Eugène Haussmann (March 27, 1809 – January 11, 1891) was a French civic planner whose name is associated with the rebuilding of Paris. He was born in that city of a Protestant family from Alsace.

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron "Lord Byron" (January 22, 1788–April 19, 1824) was an Anglo-Scottish poet and a leading figure in Romanticism. Among his best-known works are the narrative poems Childe Harold's Pilgrimage and Don Juan.

Count Johann Heinrich von Bernstorff (1862-1939) served in WWI, until his recall in 1917, as German Ambassador to the United States.

German Dictionary (I learned German in Switzerland and what I learned as High German there is sometimes not actually High German):

Drache: Dragon

Fisch: Fish

Halt: Stop

Steig aus: Get off

Sitzplatz: This is an odd word and is most likely a Swiss-German dog command. Sitz is sit, and platz is place together it make the dog command lay down.

I used a motorcycle of today since it was simpler then making up my own and if you look at the Suzuki GSX-R 1000 on wikipedia I think you'll agree it would be a bike Wu Fei would ride.