Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to us, we are just writers that are very poor and have nothing except candy. Though it seems that isn't even an option now, since Du-chan ate it all. -_-; Now it seems we have nothing so please don't sue us. We are just writing this for our pleasure and only our pleasure. So enjoy the show and have fun.
Warning: Has explicit form of words, as well as male/male relationships.
These are not cannon issued couples if you are fan of the supposed thinking.
The relationships will be 1x3, 2x5x8 (Pilot 8 is not from GW though is owned
by Du-chan), 4x7 (Pilot 7 is not from GW though is owned by He-chan) Read at
your own risk.
Author's note: He-chan mostly wrote this fic, so you can tell the difference by her writing style. Though what do you expect from her. This fic does not correspond to the other fics rather it is an AU of the other fics done by these two. So don't get confused and remember this is another what if…sort of situation since as you can tell the pairings are different.
Mongolian Nights By He-chan & Du-chan*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The nights grew cold and dark in the area as the sky darken with night. A figure slowly trudge his way through the grainy sand's dehydrated and tired from his ordeal. Quatre felt himself fall onto the still hot sandy dunes that surrounded this wasteland. Where is this place? He pondered as his last thought as darkness surrounded him. Clatter of a moving object came closer as he horse ran faster as the figure on the horseback. The horse halted in its tracks as the sand that blew behind the movement of the hooves kicking up sand surround the area. Cautiously the figure got off the horse and went near the pilot of Sandrock. Wariness was clearly in the movements as a cork sounded and trickle of water drip onto Quatre's mouth feeding him the sweet nectar of water. Opening his eyes Quatre found himself staring into dark royal blue with flecks of golden in the most mysterious eyes, if possible he thought he was dreaming. Peering once again he noticed that his savior wore a gold mask that was sculpted like bird wings. Hot pain stream through him as he felt himself being lifted upward and propelled onto a horse. "What are you?" He croaked out and coughed as he felt himself shifted like a sack of potatoes and the clatter of hooves as wind plus sand stream past him in a blur. Where is this person taking me? Thinking rather unsettled as he felt his body flush against the feel of the body cradling him, but the person sure does have beautiful unusual eyes... Feeling a jolt of feeling hit him at that thought. Where the hell did that come from? He thought even more as he felt the ride stop all of a sudden.
Fluttering of voice came near to them and Quatre open his eyes surprised to see that they were in a village of sort with weird looking tents that he had never seen before. "Gong Zhu!!" A woman in her early forties came out in a rush. "Where have you been Gong Zhu?" Dark black hair was framed in a bun with a wool hat covering the top of her head. Brown eyes looked harshly at the masked stranger.
"I was delayed a big back...however I found a stranger during my journey...Please Ming take him to a tent to rest in and fix him up." Slowly Quatre felt arms help him down off the horse as two men start to carry him to a yellowed shaded tent. An immediate bout of activities took place, being fed food and liquids were pumped into him quickly as a male walked in carrying bathing utensils in different shapes and sizes. "Um...what are you doing?" The blonde Arabian looked rather nervous at the males in front of him. "Gong Zhui...asked us to bring you cleaning items to wash off the dirt and sand." One of the males said with a slight smirk on his face. "After that Gong Zhu would like to talk to you." With that the men left Quatre to bath and change. This is one rather strange place. Silently cursing about the fact that he some how ended in now where when he accidentally crashed his Gundam. Still confused as to why Dr. H wanted him to come to Earth in the first place.
After a few hours of soaking and dressing in the funny clothing that was provided to him. Quatre walked out of the tent and picked nervously at the white shaded robe like clothing. "Um...you were saying I should go see that um person or whoever is in charged right?"
One of the men smiled in a nice way that sort of comforted Quatre. "Ah yes, Mr."
"Winner...Quatre Raberba Winner..." The pilot of Sandrock said with a smile in friendliness, "and you Mr."
"Zhang... Fang Zhang..." The man smiled even more liking the stranger. Well he doesn't seem bad at all. He thought in amusement at the thought that this boy would be actually more handsome and not the little waif that his leader had drag in. "Well follow me this way now Mr. Winner."
Quatre smiled, "Call me Quatre...." The Fang nodded his head as he led the man to the tent and pointed to where it was located at he then bowed and left. There seems to not be many guards here... He thought in confusion as he called out, "Hello?" Getting no answer he lifted the flap and entered the room looking curiously around. In the middle of the room was a screen a pallet of blanket and clothing were to the right. On the left of the tub was a table with a chair some personal items were seen on top of it. Seems like no one is here. He thought as he walked toward the table to pick up a statue then place it down. A splash was heard from inside the screen area. Huh? Thinking it rather odd he walked around the screen and found an opening looking in, he gasped in surprise at the sight of a woman with her full back displayed to him.
Turning around the girls eyes widen in shock their sapphire gold centers widen to more gold from embarrassment. "What the…?" Quickly with out delay she grabbed onto the towel and held it to her form trembling slightly. "What are you doing here?" Her voice now clearly displeased and angry at the intrusion.
"I well... no answer and um they said I could go on and…" Quatre stuttered as he backed away, "Please forgive me I didn't know that you were…" He gulped as he took another step back, "taking a bath…" Flushing more at the words and the still imprinted image of the girl's nude body, he quickly turned his back. "I am so sorry…Miss." Calm down BREATH QUATRE BREATH!! A voice in his head said as he felt a certain part of his body shift a bit.
Another splash was heard and Quatre edged himself to not turn around to see what she was doing. "It's alright now I am dressed." Her voice tinkered along the edge of his mind as he spun around to see her dressed in clothing that were similar to his only that they were in a lighter color of blue and was a female version. "Now could you please give me your name?"
Quatre by this time was flushing even more. "Um…Quatre Raberba Winner, also I am so sorry, but I thought I was suppose to see the man with the gold mask who brought me here." His hands were now laced together and twisted, since he couldn't find any pockets in his provided clothing. The sheer abstract of it all was clearly taking its toll on his feeble mind.
Cocking one surprised brow at his response the girl walked over to her desk and pulled out a golden mask. "You mean this little thing?" Her lips now curved into a smirk as she watch her prey's response closely with feline amusement. "My name is Ki," shrugging her shoulder lightly as she set the mask down and perch her hips on the desk.
"You're the person who," swallowing deeply, he found his voice, "saved me?" Seeing Ki nod her head to confirm his thoughts. A girl has saved me. Not just any girl a beautiful one at that! Finding amusement by that thought as he twirl his thumbs. "I want to thank you for that and if there is anything I can do to help just ask I am in your debt."
"In my debt?" Ki's lips twitched as mischief danced wildly in the blue golden orbs. What happens if I do this…hnn? "Then I want you to take off your clothes and dance for me naked." Keeping her face straight at her request, or else she would burst into pearls of laughter.
Aqua eyes widen in shock at her words. "What?" The little Arabian's jaw slackens wide at her announcement. What? She can't be serious. Feeling more embarrassed as he looked at Ki he said timidly. "Miss Ki…you aren't serious now are you?" Oh god no if she is she would see how..um…a part of me feelings..
By this time Ki falls onto the floor laughing her head off. "Oh don't worry it was a joke." Gasping in high-octane humor, she looked up to see Quatre recover himself from the shock. A knock sounded on the pole as a figure entered.
"Princess your meal." The same man that directed Quatre in smiled innocently at him. Sensing what had taken place he thought in amusement. Well this should be interesting.
"Thank you Fang." Ki murmur as she directed him to place the food onto the table. "I assume you would be dining with me, Mr. Winner." She said as she sat in her chair and indicated he sit in the other as Fang set the two sets of napkins and utensils of chopsticks. I wonder if he knows how to use chopsticks.
Quatre looked bashful and went to sit down, "If it isn't any bother to you…" He whispered gently as he glanced at the food curiously and then at the chopsticks.
Shaking her head Ki picked up her chopsticks and smiled, "No bother at all Mr. Winner…" She noticed his curious glance at the food and nodded to her head at Fang as he left the two alone. Curious isn't he? "The food is mostly composed of fish cakes with noodles." Shrugging lightly she picked up her chopsticks and her bowl of rice, "It isn't much, but it is better then most foods I had."
"It's okay…" Quatre said with a smile, "It seems very delicious." He intoned as he picked up the chopsticks in a slightly clumsy way. Taking one fish cake he ate it with some rice and closed his eyes as he munches on the tender morsel. "It's rather good." I never had such things before but it taste good.
He is rather an oddity for an Arabian. Ki mused as she kept on eating her food. They both ate in silence, until both were full in their tummies. "Well that was satisfying." She said as she leans back and raises an eyebrow in puzzlement. "There is one thing that has been bothering me Mr. Winner…"
"Oh what is that?" Quatre said placing his chopsticks down. Somehow this doesn't feel good. He thought as he saw her eye him up and down with a predatory look in her eyes. This will not be a good conversation I can feel it.
Leaning her face gently onto the palm of her hand she swirl the juices in a wine glass carelessly, "How exactly did you get stranded in the dessert?" Ki asked as her lips curved into an innocent smile. It is impossible for a man to be there out of nowhere there has to be a craft he had taken to be in that pinpoint position. Thinking rather perversely she tip her head at him.
"Uh well I crash my craft into the dessert." Quatre said rather sheepishly. "I don't know what was the matter, but something went wrong I was suppose to be heading toward Austria to meet a co-worker, but something threw me off course and I ended here in god knows where…" Better not say anything about being a Gundam pilot. He thought yet the yearning to tell her was great, but knowing his doctor would probably throw a fit.
"What sort of craft did you fly?" Ki asked watching the nervousness that seems to enter the boy's eyes. Something is fishing about this. Feeling bent on finding out the secrets that this stranger harbors Ki slowly smiled. "I am always interested in vessels that go into space and down." Letting him know that she knows that it is a space vessel for only accurate measurements that a bus or plane couldn't necessary make such a locational landing unless crafted to do so. Besides she saw the sparkle in the atmosphere, which was pretty much a shoe in that it was from space.
Quatre lower his head, fringed bangs covered his deep aqua eyes as he felt himself travel in trepidation at the answer he would have to give. He didn't like to lie especially to his savior, though of course he could lie, but at least he wasn't a selective liar like Duo Maxwell. The Gundam pilot of 02, though from information he gotten from Dr. H that was how his personality was fitted do to the most weirdest doctor called Dr. G. He of course didn't have much privilege to know that much. He only got a profile of the other Gundam, some with out names for that matter. "A mobile suit if you like to call it that…" He intoned noticing that he had been impolite and keeping a lady waiting. Hopefully I can seal up a bit of it.
"Is that all?" Ki asked clearly suspicious at the prospect of a mobile suit that could land from space. "I somehow think your closing a bite information Mr. Winner." Icy her voice sent chills down Pilot 3's spine as he lifted his face and stared into equally icy eyes. Not one trace of golden warmth existed, in a way it was like a deadly cobra was looking at him like he was lunch. Come on Quatre I know your lying partly crack for me. Chanting slightly in her mind, while keeping up a perfect cold façade.
Gulping from her gaze that seem unmoving Quatre felt his lips move accordingly knowing that he was bested by a person with a better hand at cards. "A Gundam." He said weakly looking at fear if she had any grudge against him or his fellow compatriots. Instead shock streamed throughout his body as he sagged back in pure relief when he saw her laugh. Waving her hand in a dismissing gesture of ill concern at the words that seem to lift the burden from Sandrock's pilot. She isn't upset?
"Is that all Mr. Winner?" Ki asked clearly amused as she leaned back. So I was right he is something different, but a boy driving a Gundam? Have those idiots that built the system lost their minds completely? She thought with broodiness, as she slowly roused to her feet. "I take it that your Gundam is damaged and in the dessert correct?" Seeing the nod from Quatre she smiled slightly, "I'll have my people drag it back here and hide it, also repairs will be made if you wish to leave anytime soon." A part of her though didn't wish for the small Arabian boy to leave though. Of course Ki being who she was immediately squish that feeling into a hidden closet in her mind.
Quatre smiled and bowed. "Thank you so much Miss Ki." He paused in thought and grinned, "if need be I can stay here for a while until repairs work. Though knowing my um boss he would be rather upset about what had happened. Though I have no idea how it happened in the first place."
Ki busy brought out a map out of her desk and smoothed it out onto another table. "Cornelius, it is the simple tilting of the Earth it throws people's courses off if they aren't careful. That is pretty much why no one flies around that time or they have to recalculate their projection so as not to be affected by it."
"Oh." Quatre said in a small voice. I didn't know that. "That is rather stupid on the space colonies we didn't have to worry about such things, but here of all things why does it do it?" That sucks I crash because of that thing. He snorted inward not trying to show his aggravation at the factor of this so called unexplainable force.
"You mean nature…it is natural that dictates that the Earth tilts at a degree. It isn't explained though why, unfortunately of course nature is that way." Ki shrugged her shoulders as she cocked her head. I wonder if all he knows is the colonies and nothing about Earth?
Looking a bit indignant, Quatre made a first, "Well I wish Nature would cut this out." He intone, not clearly getting the picture that Nature can't be told what to do since it is natural. Like the ever breath he breaths in and out. I don't like this nature.
Ki by this time sweat dropped at his comment. "Um Mr. Winner I hate to inform you this, but you were created by nature. You at this point are standing on nature it is everywhere, even in space, it dictates everything, so in a way you can't control it." Smiling a bit at him, "so I am afraid you can't curse it." I hope that went through his brain.
Oh my I didn't know that. Quatre thought with embarrassment. Gah I just embarrassed myself in front of Miss Ki. Gee that was smart Quatre. He berated himself for his stupidity on things. Next time keep your mouth shut. "Oh I see…" Flushing slightly he tilted his head as he looked at the map.
"Your located at Mongolia it is however, not near the Russian border since we are in the desert region." Ki murmured as she tapped the one spot. "I think your suit would be around here." She pointed to the region on the map where she found him. "Shouldn't take long to recover it." Her eyes intent on where she was pointing at, she glanced up quickly into Aqua eyes feeling herself being pulled in. Turn around. A voice in her head screamed and instantly she snapped out of the trance like state. Flustered by what had occurred she cleared her voice. "Um how many Gundam pilots are there?"
Blinking and snapping out of whatever had occurred and rubbing his fingers nervously over his shirt, Quatre took a step back. "I think six." He said while frowning for a bit, "But there might be another one since Doctor J has a girl friend and she is a doctor too." Figuring he had recovered himself, yet the fluttering near his heart would not be stilled no matter how hard he tried.
Smiling slightly Ki leaned back. "Do you know them?" Clear curiosity was evident in her eyes as the pool of swirling color of blue gold entranced Quatre to tell all and be told all. Calling of his being from his chest to another was so high pressured the he didn't think he could go long with out being slashed into pieces by the soft voice.
Why? Pilot 3 thought in disbelief, why does my being respond to her? Feeling rather perplexed by his feelings and the emotions that consumed him he fumbled through his answer. "Um I only have seen two profiles with pictures. Pilot 01 is Heero Yuy and Pilot 03 is a man called Trowa Barton, who was pretty much the person I was suppose to meet in Austria." I can feel her, my empathic abilities allow me, yet do I want her? Genetically it was well known by Quatre and Doctor H that he was a new type. Basically a new type super form of human, if need be a being with abilities that outrange a normal human. The abilities of PSI was known as well as other well connected things due to genetic encoding or evolution in space.
Knowingly Ki wiped her smile off her face. "Oh?" Slowly walking toward Quatre she glanced at the outside, where the coldness of the night was bombarding and dark. Only shadow's that were cast by the fire pits outside sending an eerie glow around the girl. "Why did your employer send you to Earth besides to meet this Trowa Barton?" There has to be more as to why. Faintly her eyes didn't dare to rise and look into those innocent eyes of blue, for she knew that she could lose herself in it. However being a Princess of a tribe she couldn't afford such a chance and for that she stiffen her resolve to be wary since she didn't know this Gundam pilot that well.
"He didn't tell me, he just wanted me to team up with Trowa." Innocently Quatre responded not quite getting what the hidden agenda was from what he just had claimed. "I don't really know why, though my doctors have a relationship with each other. I mean Pilot 03's doctor and mine." Though it is rather funny that two men are together.
For a boy that has been in war Quatre's form of dealing with things were indeed a different way compare to other soldiers. Ki mused slightly as she watch the boy before her. Though innocence in the department of sex and other common sense things must not be an accurate portray of his training. The last thought lingered in her mind. "Perhaps your doctors want you and pilot 03 together after all it seems reasonable since they are together they probably hope you two get together so they won't have to be concerned." Looking at her nails she slowly raised her eyes to look at the shocked that seem to impact the boy.
"What?" Quatre said quite alarmed, "But…but…I don't want a guy I don't know." Clearly he didn't like that thought as he slid boneless into the chair. This can't be… A voice in his head seemingly screamed in denial.
"Well if woman can rape their husbands. I am sure that this isn't impossible." Retorting in amusement as she watch in sympathy at the boy. "Though of course you don't hear about it since the men are embarrassed." Well it is true to an extent, though who says that woman can't take liberty with their spouses it isn't illegal or anything. Besides I don't hear the men complaining.
Quatre's eyes widen even more like saucers of a teacup dish. "They can do that?" Now clearly confused about the aspect of sex. "I don't get though what all this sex stuff is about." He snorted as he folded his arm over his chest. "It doesn't make sense to make such a big deal about it just to get into a relationship." This is nothing but a bunch of bullshit.
"Well that is usually what I think, but you don't see me knocking yet until I try it. Though I doubt I have time to try such useless thing at this point." Shrugging her shoulders she glanced at the watch and sighed. "Well it seems Mr. Winner we have better bet getting to bed it is rather late." Besides I have to wake up early.
"I am sorry if I was bother you, but alright Miss Ki. I bid you a good night then." He bowed slightly as he took her hand in his and kissed it softly. Both felt an electrical outlet stream through them both, though the other didn't notice the tremble in each other's body as they parted. Quatre smiled a little bit shakily as he walked toward the door and lifted the flap of the tent. "Good night again Miss Ki." With that he left and walked toward his tent clearly entering inside and lean against the side of his bed. Wow. Was all he thought as he flopped himself onto the bed clearly exhausted by the recent turn of events. The haunting eyes of blue with gold flecks haunted his dream as he smiled slightly in a slumber of dreamland.
In the middle of the dessert in the cockpit of the Gundam Sandrock it's communication system lighted up as static was heard. "Quatre? Quatre are you there? Quatre? Do you read me?" This continued into the night as the words were being heard slightly.
In another room somewhere in Austria a spiky hair man with green eyes looked at his laptop silently. "Your mission is to track down him and bring him back safely you understand that?" A voice of an older gentleman was heard as the youth bowed his head.
"Roger." He stated as he closed down communication and went to pack up his gear, since he would he heading in search around Mongolia. A snap was heard as he held up a gun and smirked slightly, "Good hunting…"