DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.

WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), adult topics, swearing and violence

PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)

This has not yet been Beta'd.

A/N: AU! This is not set in the Gundam Wing/AC canon line, so don't expect the plot to go according to plan XD.

'text' is thought

"text" talking


WOLF: Chasing dreams of truthful passion, chancing faith on trust

Chapter 1


It is a campfire story. A little piece of mystery to help pass the time. Some tale spun by a widowed maiden whom we suppose had nothing to do in her lonely spare time. A story, which evolved into reality one chilly morn. You see, what were supposedly some old woman's ramblings, had been neglected messages…truth tellings ignored.

In this world where the modern crumbled and magic merely just begun, what was to be the first and last seer to grace this Earth had seen her prophesy to truth. She died shortly after the visions passed. Seeing the futures course was not a job a mortal could do, too strenuous, impractical and to die for. She paid the price for gaining such a gift from the gods. For one moment of godly wonder, she saw all, writing only the most important part for the world to see.

She left a single note of brown singed paper for the planet to panic upon. A seers poetry was all that was left behind from one night of future memories. Riddles of a way to stop what had now come true.

The 'Dias war' had arisen due to civil war in the colonies. With modern life falling to ruins to a newer medieval dawn, man had taken their survival instinct and sought out war as means to get their ends.

Of course, that meant factions joined up together creating larger groups and formed smaller battles, escalating into bigger and more powerfully violent heights. In the end, like all battles, the conclusion had been the ironic: good versus bad. Two sides fighting for different purposes. Ones greed to find power and food where they could, the other to keep them at bay and keep civilians safe with what little they could afford or gain.

It was a leaping coincidence that through the first three years of struggle to survive that they had managed to create any form of control. Though law enforcement they were not exactly, as judgment was not theirs to give, the 'Dias war' gave birth to what we now know as Preventers special ops.

They were not police, nor were they military. They were the extended arms of a fighting system all their own. Created by Trieze Krushrenada and Lady Une (founders of the 'prophetic riddle' as it had been named), Preventers were trained soldiers of both weapons and those of the new gene 'magic corpus'. A training school for the gifted of any or both of the above, sent out on missions to ensure peace by all means.

They were the dark knights that did what needed to be done, laws and treaties be damned.

In aid of the Preventers, the government refused to listen to any mission reports or plans in order to keep the law. When asked if they knew the plans, or kidnapped to stop this 'pet project', they could simply answer in truth. They knew nothing. This suited both the government and Preventers fine. They would turn a blind eye if they got the job done.

Trieze and Une could do anything, given access to everything to achieve greater good and the government would have no blood stained on their hands as they elected presidents or other affairs.

However, with the creation of the Preventers came a new alpha-specie of evil. Dark followers of an unnamed persona who rampaged the streets, killing all who had or potentially had the 'magic corpus' gene in fear that they would rise in numbers and destroy them. This included all Preventers and sent out missions of their own to kill the enemy.

The 'Dias war' had reached a peak with countless casualties.

Soon, what was known as a 'prophetic riddle' lay to dust, forgotten amongst the blood and focus of war.


Chasing dreams of truthful passion, chancing faith on trust,

Keepers five of those we seek, five deities for the side of victory be,

Passionate violence so great it creates strength. The passion of a wolf to protect its pack and the strength to hold that passion upon its back.

Keeper of strength/ passion, holds up those too weak to stand.

Dreams forever guarded by an angels sigh. Wishes enrolled with mortal emotion will be cherished.

Keeper of dreams/ wishes, keeps dreams safe and sheltered from invasion.

Hope is indestructible except for mortal made tales of tragic entities that wield fear into men's hearts. Faith can move mountains and protect the ones you love.

Keeper of faith/ hope, shields the hope far from fear and doubt.

Trust heals those in time. A trust one sees in an unfleeing house cat and the undying devotion to stand by your side.

Keeper of trust/ devotion, gives back to those what they have lost.

Truth never lies, senses all and sees all. Reality, is an ancient thing most mortals have forgotten, like the dragons of past merely transcribed to history.

Keeper of truth/ reality, creates what is real

Chasing dreams of truthful passion, chancing faith on trust,

Keepers five of wolf.