G Gundam: Project Mikamura

By: FanFictioner-2019

Summary: A year has passed since Domon Kasshu and Tsung (Mike) met eachother. Tsung's been doing his normal routine, discovering the world and it's inhabitants, while Domon on the other hand has resolved a relationship with Rain, even though he leaves her in search of higher ranked battlers. Now, she is captured, and he has to rely on the person he hates the most.

On a snowy winter night, Domon Kasshu, renowned "King of Hearts" trudges through the snow, looking down at the ground below him, concerned, breathing cold breaths, and holding a note in his hand under his large red overcoat. A familiar figure trudges by him, then stops and turns around. The sound of footsteps in the snow increases, as the figure runs beside Domon.

"Monsieur Kasshu, what is wrong?" The French, orange haired, purple-eyed man named George de Sand asks.

"Nothing George." Domon says as he keeps walking through the snow.

"I have a feeling that you are lying, King of Hearts." George states as the two stop and face eachother.

"Ok, there's something of my and someone else's concern. It's of large concern, and I don't really want to expose it right now." Domon says as he continues onward.

"But Monsieur Kasshu, I may be able to help!" George exclaims as he watches Domon trudge onwards.

Domon then gets into running mode, and waves behind himself at the gaping George de Sand, Neo-France's Gundam Fighter.

"Now's not the time to enlist any of the others help. Not yet." Domon thinks to himself as he keeps running.

A few hours pass, and finally Domon Kasshu ends up at a city, its named Neo- France.

"So this is why George was coming from this direction. I was heading straight towards Neo-France! Oh well, I'll have to take advantage of the moment." Domon says to himself quietly. Walking forward to a nearby hotel, he shivers a bit, then enters the building.

A warm, cozy feeling overcame Domon as he looked around, the hotels interior beautiful, pillars, statues, lights, and bright wallpaper. He then walks up to a counter, and looks at a woman behind it.

"Miss, do you know anything about a man named Tsung?" Domon asks the woman.

"Sir, I have only heard of him. I have not seen him around France, but there's no hurt in checking." The woman replies as she continues her work.

Domon bows slightly and continues searching Neo-France for his rival that he thought he'd never depend on. A flashback occurs in his mind as he remembers the last fight that they've ever had. The image is seen in his mind, the Erupting Burning Finger attack, engulfing him and blowing him clear back. The last image that he remembers is the unconscious Mike lying in his Gundam cockpit, bloody and hurt.

"Even if I hate him a little, I do hope he's in fairly good condition. Wherever he may be." Domon mutters as he searches onward.

Wind blows harder outside, Domon getting a bit colder each moment and more determined at the same time. After two hours pass, Domon finally gives up on searching in Neo-France.

"I can't find him here. Neo-France's too big. I might as well leave the area and search elsewhere." Domon says coldly as he starts heading out of Neo-France.

The familiar figure of George de Sand appears once again in front of him, running and his hand waving in the air. Domon suddenly stops and smiles lightly, a glint in his eyes.

"Good George de Sand, knight of Neo-France and greatest of friends." Domon mutters to himself as he encounters George.

"Monsieur Kasshu, I found you." George pants out as he bends over, hands on knees.

"And I found you. I need to enlist your help, finally." Domon states as he stares at George.

"Okay then, I will aid you. What do you need?" George asks Domon as they start trudging off like before.

"I'm trying to find Neo-Korea's fighter." Domon says, as George looks sideways at him, curiously.

"I thought you and Tsung were rivals after you defeated him so badly at that last battle." George questions.

"We were, and I suppose we still are. I just never saw him after that, since he was unconscious at the time." Domon explains, looking left to right.

"Well then, why are you tracking him down? For another Gundam fight?" George asks Domon seriously.

"Not exactly. Again, I need his help. Rain was captured, after I left her in search of higher ranked battlers." Domon explains as his head slouches down in guilt.

"Don't worry Domon. I'm sure we'll be able to find Mike eventually. But, one question; why is he so important to this rescue mission?" George says as the two of them see the outline of a small tent out in the cold snow.

"He has psychic abilities, if you didn't already know. He can do various things with them, and is a skilled martial artist." Domon states as they stop in front of a white tent, almost camouflaged with the snowy surroundings.

Domon and George both nod their heads, and approach the tent, confident, yet cautious.

"Whoever is in there, I demand you come out and show yourself!" Domon yells out as he puts a fist up.

Silently, a figure wearing a long blue coat, his black hair being now covered with snow and blowing.

"Domon Kasshu, never thought I'd see you again." Tsung mutters gruffly, his head straight up, eyes more piercing then ever.

"Yes, it's me. I need you to help me--" Domon stops his sentence and looks at Tsung's right arm, a long bandage now showing from the inside of the coat.

"Yes Domon, my arm was extensively hurt in the battle between me and you. Great huh?" Tsung says sarcastically as he looks briefly at George de Sand.

"I'm a bit sorry for that then, Mike. But, now's not the time! Rain has been captured by an unknown man and I desperately need your assistance!" Domon exclaims madly as he leans forward, both fists up, determined look on his face.

"I was never to see her again." Tsung says coldly as the three stare at eachother.

"Do you not have any affections, fighter of Neo-Korea?" George asks Tsung madly.

"I suppose I have some, but then again it seems to have never been awakened by anyone." Tsung states as he invites the others into the tent.

"Not even by Rain Mikamura?" Domon asks him suspiciously.

"Not even by your girlfriend, Domon Kasshu." Tsung mutters as he sits in his warm tent.

"Does he fight so coldly like he speaks?" George de Sand whispers to Domon, sitting next to him.

"No, for some reason he doesn't. He fights with compassion and feeling, yet never has any outside of battle. It's strange, because I assumed in the first place he had affections, but now that he talks about it like this, it doesn't seem likely." Domon explains as he whispers back.

"I don't know if I will help you Kasshu." Tsung says as puts his right knee up, then his arm on the knee.

"Well how have you survived out here without being attacked or defending yourself?" Domon asks Mike.

"Now who said I didn't have self-defense. I know martial arts, and I have my large sword that I somehow manage to carry." Mike explains as he pulls out a thick, large heavy looking sword.

Sore de wa...Gundam Fight! Ready? Go!