Title: "Gundam Go!"
Disclaimer: I own nothing kiddos.
Warning: Slash!!!, AU, possible OOCness, language, adult situtation
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 for sure...5x?
Chapter One: Super Heros!
Chang Wufei punched out at the office promptly at 5:38 pm exactly. He was a creature of habit having done the same thing for the last year he'd worked for Peacecraft United Inc. He straightened his jacket, checked to be sure his briefcase was securely locked, then bid a polite goodnight to the security guard at the front desk. He turned left after exiting the building going in the opposite direction of his condo in the city. After walking a few blocks he came to a very seedy part of town full of unfavorable characters and dark alleyways to do illegal business in. The rigid Chinese man idly looked from one side of the street to the other with the outward appearance of disdain. However inside his mind he was smiling in satisfaction. Tonight would be a good night for justice.
Finding a small alcove he'd spied long ago when he first came to the city Wufei darted inside. The alcove led to the inside of a dank old movie theater that long since had been abandoned by the world. It served no purpose to the city in this downhill section of town. Perhaps it was occasionally home to a run away or the site of a drug bust but this evening the silver screen and rows of seats were silent.
At first.
"Well, well, well...look what stumbled into our new hideout guys!" The gang member drawled. He emerged from the shadows with several thugs accompanying him. They were all in various states of filth and street grim ranging in age from thirteen to twenty-six. Chang Wufei looked down his nose at them. "An unintentional mistake gentlemen. If you will excuse me I'll be on my way." Wufei spoke politely even going so far as to tip his hat. He didn't have time to waste on these lowlife scum...not just yet anyway.
Besides, the odds were very unfair. They should've brought more thugs.
The tough guy closest to Wufei was obviously the leader of the group. He sneered at the oriental man's words pulling a long deadly looking knife from behind him. "You ain't going anywhere pretty man." He licked his lips smirking over at the businessman unfortunate enough to wander into the run down movie theater.
Wufei watched the rough men closing in and decided to be sporting and give them one last chance to avoid pain. "It would be wise to let me leave now gentlemen. I do not wish to cause you injure."
That brought out a roaring laugh from the leader and a chorus of snickers from the other thugs. Wufei sighed in exasperation and shrugged. "Shenlong's judgment is swift gentlemen and his justice is all encompassing." The gang members didn't seem to be paying his words any mind. With a slight hardening of his dark eyes Wufei decided these poor fools had been given enough leeway.
Setting aside his briefcase Chang gentle adjusted the dragon clan armband under his sleeve before he faced his attackers.
Half an hour later the groans and whimper of the injured did little to phase Wufei as he deftly touched the small radio/computer chip tucked inside his ear. "Yes 911? I just passed a building on my way home and I believe I heard a gang fight...Yes...The address I don't know but its the old Fillmore Theater on Turner street...Yes I have reason to believe there are injuries...my name...Nataku." He severed the connection before anymore questions could be asked.
Later standing on a ledge far above the Fillmore Theater Nataku the Dragon watched as the police cars arrived to arrest the still dazed gang members. Fully satisfied that his attackers would see justice Chang Wufei a.k.a Nataku the Dragon listened to his radio for his next mission before firing his grappling claw at the next building and swinging on the line away into the night.
"Don't move! Don't even fucking think about it!!! Just hand over the money!!" The cowering woman in the corner of the store threw her purse into the canvas bag her body trembling with fear. The man next to her looked as if he wanted to resist but with the feel of cold steel on the back of his neck he handed over his wallet with a growl. That earned him the butt of the gun to the back of his head. He slumped to the ground as the robbers moved to the next person in line snarling out warnings and threats.
A shadow in the far back of the room slowly started moving carefully forward. When the first victim looked up to see the dark void coming closer their eyes widened and the fear they were already feeling intensified a hundred fold. The shade silently flit through the room drifting right under the robber's feet. As the shadow spread out under the burglars it took the shape of a man all in black with a long staff topped with a wickedly curved blade at the end.
"oh god...its death!!" Whispered the panicked woman. Her soft words were like a bucket of cold water to the thieves and they whirled around firing their guns at every dark corner and anything that moved.
"SHIT CHASE! It's Night-Scythe!!!" When Chase didn't answer the other robber turned to look toward the door seeing that the guy watching the door was gone without a trace.
"You're friend is in a safe place shit-head. Would you like to join him?" Crooned a soft voice with a deep chuckle. Spinning around it was already too late as a fist connected with the burglar's face sending him head over heels into the wall.
Only one thief left he made a grab for the last civilian in line pulling them in front of himself as a human shield with his gun on the their temple. "One step and he's dead Scythe!" He shouted his voice cracking and his body shaking all over. The shadow from before had dissipated and a smiling man in all black faced the last attacker. The grinning man's eyes glowed with a flashing purple light and the cascade of jet black hair falling down his shoulders seemed to lift and fall in a none existent breeze. A deadly ornate scythe rested casually in his hands as he smirked at the cowardly robber. Shaking his head a little clicking his tongue in reprimand the cheerful bringer of death tsked. "Very bad move dip-shit." The glowing white/ violet eyes seemed to burn a little brighter scorching the thief's cornea causing him to fall back screaming.
When he was on the floor crying out in agony Night-Scythe nodded in satisfaction and just let the man suffer as cops rushed into the building taking out the victims, cuffing the bad-guys, and shouting commands. By the time the cuffs were on the last thug his eyes were no longer burning but still stung. An investigate questioned all the witnesses finding the other two robbers tied with a silk cord to the dumpster. Standing off into the shadows a grim figure smiled before a man-sized portal of black and violet swirls opened beside him to take him home.
Standing with one foot on the window ledge looking down at the sparkling lights of the city below a tall lean man let out a puff of air. He was late. The Empath had never been late before but tonight he was exactly thirty seconds passed the time he normally appeared. Sighing and turning from the window to the small apartment behind him Trowa Barton rubbed his face with both hands. Maybe the Empath wouldn't come at all.
Suddenly a shimmer of bright light lit the room in a sunny yellow glow. A warm breeze caressed against Trowa's cheek while a wisp of sand trickled over his hands and between his fingers. With a smile of relief that Trowa quickly covered up by ducking his head the lean man spun around to face the man now standing in his living-room. He was shorter then Trowa with a more petite body but the power emanating from his slight frame more then made up whatever physical strength he lacked. Trowa blushed looking into those clear shining blue eyes and seeing that golden fall of hair that looked like a halo around the young man's head.
Trowa didn't realize he was staring until the smaller man beside him spoke. "Um...Trowa? Are you alright?"
Snapping back to reality the taller man's cheeks flushed red. Stuttering Trowa nodded. "huh?...oh...I'm--sorry...been a long day." He fibbed. The petite blond beside him smiled sweetly looking around the small apartment. "I can see that. Do you like you're new place?" He asked turning to the room full of boxes with a giggle. "You Trowa..." the slight man began grinning. "We could just skip tonight. I mean it is your first night in town and I could help you sort out your apartment." Those sparkling blue eyes were gazing at him in amusement and Trowa felt his breath catch in his throat.
"No no...I want to get started right away...what do you have for me Quatre?" The Empath nodded looking a little disappointed but let his gaze blur as a vision swam before his eyes. "North...a park...two men...a woman...they desire her money but may take a higher price from her..." As the words whispered over Quatre's lips Trowa donned his costume to hide his identity and hopped up onto the window ledge. The Empath smiled secretly to himself as he watched his friend and partner jump nimbly down the seven store building to land with catlike grace with barely a thud onto a truck speeding north.
As he made ready to project himself over to the park where the crime would take place to aid Trowa a small pang of sadness touched his heart. Looking back around the tiny apartment Quatre fondly ran his fingers over the boxes scattered around the room. How long would he be able to keep this up? How long before his body would be too weak, to abused, to allow his mind freedom to project himself out? How much longer could he be with the man he loved like this?
The plane landed in the airport from its long flight from Japan. As the passengers disembarked several drivers holding signs came forward. While most of the pick ups were for powerful businessmen in suits one was not. The man who approached the drivers holding a sign for "Yuy" looked more like a solider home from war in a beret and dark green uniform. He looked over the driver with a scowl and snatched the sign away and into the trash. "Tell Relena," the young man snarled at the limo driver, "that I accepted her job offer but that I DO NOT want anything else from her!" Stepping past the startled driver Heero Yuy stalked to baggage claim grabbed his duffle bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder. As he stood outside hailing a cab he swore to himself that if the limo driver pulled up infront of him he'd shoot the man dead.
Author: Okay, I know its a bad idea to start another series of fics when you've still got some that aren't finished yet...but I couldn't stop myself!!! This has been rumbling thru my head for a long time (as in YEARS). Hope you all enjoy it and please be sure to give me feedback!