Disclaimer: I don't own any rights related officially to Gundam or X-Men or Static Shock (even though the association to this fic is fairly loose), and I do not make any money from this. The storyline and terms/usage specific to this fic are my property, however.
Notes: "Convert" is the equivalent of a "mutant" or "bang baby," as in X-Men and Static Shock, respectively, in that the genetic makeup has been somehow altered to create some type of power. I'm not sure if the character is born this way or gains the power later. I think it's different for each character, and noone really knows how it comes about. Later terms in later chapters, methinks.
1
"'Kay, Barton, I gotta signal," the small blonde confirmed.
"Roger that, Quat; what direction's he headed?"
The blonde, known as Cateyes, held a pair of fingers to his temple as he hung from the side rungs of the red-black-and-white truck. His sea-green eyes appeared unfocused as he stared dimly forward, his feet on the step, closer to the rear, but his voice and balance exposed something that was quite opposite of fatigue. "We gotta 70-mile-per-hour goin' northwest, he's headed for the Chinese laundry, by the take-out." The strong tenor voice rose above the sound of the city traffic, as well as any civilians who happened to be staring and calling out in awe or even cursing them from their own automobiles on the road.
The other young man drove the truck, a shock of brown hair obstructing his hypnotically forest-green eyes. "Gotcha," he called, his voice slightly deeper and richer than the other boy's. "Makin' a turn, buddy, hang on tight!"
'Cateyes' whooped and called joyfully as he swung around the turn, leaning away from the side of the truck. The storeowners of the local shops they passed as they neared Chinatown stopped and stared out their windows.
"Does this happen often?" questioned a woman of the Hispanic cashier in the small soupkitchen. He merely shrugged in response.
"He's headed for Chang!" Cateyes cried out to his taller partner.
The brown-haired man cursed under his breath, pressing his foot hard on the gas. "Ya mean the Dragonflame kid?"
"That's an affirmative."
The other growled loudly enough for the young psychic to hear, tossing in another curse or two for good measure, even if in French.
The small truck screeched to a stop directly in front of the Chinese laundry location, where could be seen a pair of slender figures, separated by only a few yards and in fighting stance. A young man closer to the building, swathed in white, was shouting and gesturing at the shadowy figure across from him.
Cateyes was off the side of the truck before it was even fully stopped, but his partner followed close behind. "Fusion!" he called to the other man. "Take Dragonboy for me?"
"Got it."
"DragonFLAME!" loudly corrected the Chinese man clothed with white traditional pants and coat. One could almost see his dark eyes begin to spark angrily.
'Fusion' appeared to the side and behind him, seeming to have come from thin air. His hands clamped firmly around the man's wrists as he leaned his head forward over his shoulder with a slight smirk. The other man's eyes dilated with shock, Fusion's bit of brown hair falling limply forward to tickle his ear. "I'll remember that," said Fusion, his eyes twinkling with sharp dare.
Cateyes stood directly behind the shadowed being, his arms outstretched and his palms laid flat against the air. The dark figure turned to face him, dark blue eyes almost smirking. It was indeterminable as to whether the being was a man or a woman, its tall, slender figure draped with black capes and cloth, red-brown hair spilling over its shoulders, like blood in the gold and scarlet tones of the sunset. Its face was masked with black cloth and shadows, so its face could not be seen or read beyond the penetrating night-blue gaze. More of the dark fabric was tied in a bandana around the top of its head.
"Who are you?" questioned Cateyes, his voice layering with a multitude of tones, intent to induce hypnosis.
The creature let out a single loud chortle.
... And disappeared.
TBC
