Better Summary: In the end, two worlds combine for only a moment to save each other from the greatest enemy either have ever faced. Can the boys and Noah help these strange people defeat whatever it is? And who is Xhan? What does Jasnia Valin, a cyborg, have to do with it all? Maybe the worlds will survive, maybe they will not, but without the help of anyone, no one will ever know.
Rating for language and possible other things, if I get my nerve up enough to do them. -shifty eyes-
Yes, yes! I know this is a weird cross-over, but, hey! I decided to try out my first ficcy with my favorite book or anime, so I came up with the idea of doing a cross-over with them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Eragon, sadly, so do not sue me. I am on a strict allowance and currently have... a penny. o0 Sad, I know. If I did own them, I'd have quite a lot more money.
Flamers will be shot on sight. If you survive, you will be shot again.
Swing swing from the tangles of
"Zechs..." she was frowning, worry visible in her eyes for the one she secretly loved. Not even the man standing in front of her knew it.
My heart is crushed by a former love
"Leave me be..." the blond sighed, switching the umbrella to his other hand as he stared down at the tombstones and freshly placed dirt. "Two weeks ago, they were just so happy..."
"Zechs, come on," the chestnut pleaded. "You'll catch a cold out here in the rain. Please?" she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, frowning still. "Staring can't get Lu to come back. It cant get 'Lena to come back either."
"Jasnia..." he sighed deeply, once again, then turned, staring into deep hazel orbs of sorrow and worry.
Can you help me find a way
"Zechs," she replied curtly, smiling. She was about eighteen, 5' 2", and he could always count on her to be a smart mouth, just like his old friend Duo Maxwell. She resembled him some, as well. Maybe that's why he liked her around. He had always had a soft spot for the braided runt- since Mariemaia, that is.
To carry on again.
"How would I ever get along without you?" Zechs smiled, flicking a strand of blond hair from his ice blue eyes. With her around, he'd be able to get over his sister and his former lover. Every day would be bright from then on, with Jasnia Valin by his side. But for how long could she stay? Zechs wasn't too sure about that.
"Come now, don't go gettin' all sappy on me," she giggled before looking over at the limo. "I believe its time for us to go and leave them to rest. I'm sure the other pilots will be around sooner or later to pay their respects. You never know with them, 'specially that Maxwell one."
"Duo?"
"Yes, that one!" Jasnia laughed her heart-warming laugh before trotting to the limo. Even though Zechs liked her, he had to admit she was a bit odd at times and he still hadn't gotten used to her out bursts of interest or answering the questions she asked in her head out loud. He enjoyed the girls company more than he had Lucrezia's. Pulling himself from his thoughts, he looked down at his sister's grave and the bouquet of roses wrapped in white paper. Relena... he sighed, then followed after the energetic girl who had accompanied him, going under the small dog wood tree to save himself for a moment before he was to return to his own world. He'd live as long as Jasnia was around.
"So..." Duo frowned, standing by his friends, the former gundam pilots. He couldn't help but wonder why he was here, staring down at Relena Peacecrafts and Lucrezia Noin's tombstones. It was getting dark, even though it was only 3pm. The seven pilots had met up at a small cafe for lunch before heading over to the graveyard to pay their respects. "Noin's dead. Relena's dead. Who's going to take up her place?"
"Zechs?" Noah asked softly, her gray eyes looking up at Heero Yuy, who had said nothing since they had left Une's office at the Preventers HQ.
"No, I doubt Zechs would take up that position," the Japanese youth shook his head slightly. "He's got enough worries, like making sure J9O10V doesn't fall into the wrong hands," at this, everyone looked up.
"He was given the job to protect her?" Duo asked, stunned. "When?"
"Zechs was given the orders to protect the cyborg just a few months ago, actually," Tori answered, hands on his hips as he hummed his own, happy tune. The boy had been odd since the war ended. Noah wouldn't tell any of them why, just that it was because of some of the experiments OZ had performed.
"Who gave him the orders? And why was I not informed?"
"Une. And you were," Trowa smirked. "You just didn't read the e-mail, apparently."
"Since when did you have a sense of humor?"
He shrugged and said, "Dunno," then stuffed his hands in his pockets. They were silent for some time, until a string of loud music beamed itself from Noah's jeans jacket. She pulled out the cellphone and flipped it open, walking a few feet away.
"Yo," she said quickly. Every so often she would nod or open her mouth to speak before closing it again. Finally she got a chance to say something. "Zechs! Calm down! Now, speak slowly when I tell you to," she walked back over, pressed a button on the phone and held it out for us to hear. "Alright, Z-babe."
"Please, don't call me that," came the blonde's voice, startled and nervous. Noah rolled her eyes. "Anyways," he was speaking slowly, just as the gray-eyed girl had requested. "J9O10V and I were getting ready to sit down for lunch and she just- just- just disappeared!"
"What do you mean, disappeared?" Heero was staring at the phone as if it was actually Zechs.
"As in, video-game disappeared?" Duo asked, hands on his hips. "Like.. she de-materialized?"
"Yes, like that," Zechs paused. "But.. more shiny. Metallic-like. Glittery..."
"Erm... This is.." Quatre stammered.
"Strange?" Wufei asked quickly, tilting his head back.
"Very..." Tori frowned, playing with the inside sleeve of his duster. It was a tad large for him, seeing as it had once been Charlie's, but he wore it anyway. After a moment or so, we all decided to meet up at Zechs' place, thinking that he was too worked up to drive. Noah and Duo rode with Heero, the fastest driver, while Tori, Wufei, and Quatre rode with Trowa. It would take half an hour driving the speed limit, but, with Heero and Trowa behind the wheel, it would only take about ten or fifteen minutes.
What of the eggs? asked the old, yet young sapphire dragon.
"We must find Riders for them," a voice, young yet wise beyond its time, rolled in the dusty, mold-ridden air as the brown haired boy placed a sun kissed hand on his companions neck. "If we do not find proper ones, then the peace we have made will be taken by Lalintro. Not that there is much left, anyways."
Don't be so sad, little one, the dragon purred. We will find them, even if we must go to the other side of the Hadarac and beyond.
"Magic," came the gruff voice of the boys elder brother. Silence then filled the room.
"It is possible, Eragon," a female voice spoke up, amber eyes gleaming the torch light as she walked. She looked from the boys to their dragons, then to her own dragon, green as the dark emeralds.
"Yes, we know that, Rom," Eragon sighed deeply, his eyes on the eight eggs before them. They were all of different colors; one white, one black; one blue, one red; one green, one violet; and the last two were silver and gold. These eggs were precious, the last know to exist. They had found them over seas on a land called Moqui where the last pairs of dragons had mated and the last eggs were created.
These eggs must be placed soon! growled the red dragon who stood next to Eragon's brother.
Or they may never hatch, the green dragon replied, head bowed slightly.
"Murtagh, Eragon, Saphira, Thorn, Hemlock- the only way for us to find these Riders-" they spoke this in unison, even the dragons. "-is to use the strongest magic at our disposal."
But are we sure of this? Hemlock said, his leaf green eyes lowering to his Riders amber ones. It could-
"Kill all of us, we know," Rom smiled softly, patting his jaw. "But we will be fine."
"We must do this now!" Murtagh said almost too quickly. "We may not have another chance!" they all agreed and formed into a circle.
In the ancient language, they began to chant: "Riders come and Riders from another world plead. We need you here before the enemy has done their kings deed. Hatch these eggs and save our world. Hatch them as well to save your own. Riders come to us! Hatch these dragons! Save our land!" a flash of light blinded them temporarily, leaving them to hope that their spell had worked.
The room was dark and made of cold stone. Chains kept Jasnia from moving anywhere and that made things even worse for the cyborg. How she had gotten there was the main question. All she remembered was sitting down at the table in Zechs' mansion and poof! She was here! Her thoughts swam and her emotions burst, sending her into a fit of salty tears and shaking shoulders. She wanted to be back in the large, comfy mansion with the silk sheets and fluffy pillows and most of all, Zechs himself. She choked back a sob and sighed.
"Well, well, well..." came an accented voice so cold it only made her jump and a wave of fresh tears flow down her tan cheeks. "How is my little spy tonight?" a torch lit up and she looked away from the light. She knew he wouldn't speak again until she did.
"Who are you?" she choked out. "Why am I here? Where am I?"
"My name is Xhan Dyion from the land of Moqui," he answered the first question. "You are here," he paused as Jasnia looked up. He had, instead of human ears, a pair of white wolf ears on the top of his snowy head and fangs sticking over his bottom lip. His eyes were like his voice- a bone crushing ice. His hair was tied back with a red ribbon that trailed on the floor like his black cloak. If the ribbon was gone, the layer of white silk would have laid flat to his ankles. A white tail flicked and curled behind him. "You are here because, if I overheard Lalintro Zecritei correctly, as bait for the new Riders," he grinned. "It seems his plan proved his wits and gut correct. And, for your last question, you happen to be in a large city called Varic on the other side of the Edda River," he raised his hand and flicked his wrist, a small light coming from his palm. "Varic is in Alagaesia, just so you know," with another flick of his wrist, the chains shattered into thousands of pieces and he grabbed her arm. "So, I'll ask my questions when we get out of this place."
"Okay..." Jasnia shook her head.
What was he? Some sort of demon? Jasnia was more than confused me the man who called himself Xhan Dyion. Also, who was this Lalintro Zecritei? And where, in the name of all that is holy, was Alagaesia! She was oh so annoyed by this man, yet she let him lead her from the city through dark alley ways and smelly houses. Varic was large, but boy was it dead!
Her mind clicked and on went the fear button when a large, winged, scaled, spiked, and violet-red something landed in front of them. Now she noticed they were about one mile outside of the city.
"This, my lady," Xhan said, walking up and placing a hand on the beasts muzzle. "Is my dragon, Silota."
"It means beloved in Ancient Romanian..." Jasnia muttered to herself. "If my memory serves me right..."
Silota tilted her head and asked, What is this Ancient Romanian that you speak of, strange one?
"And it speaks!" jumping back into a warm, yet damp body. She turned, staring up at a girl similar to Xhan. The only difference was that her hair was in a bun, her eyes were a laughing amber color, she was shorter, and her eras and tail were tipped in black.
Xhan laughed coldly and shook his head. "Hello, Lotica. Now, do tell me why you are soaked."
The strange girl frowned and looked as if she was thinking hard. A small stone that Jasnia hadn't noticed before shone a bright violet on her forehead. It's Vifaru's fault, came a light, sweet voice. It was from the wolf girl, yet she had not opened her mouth. He pushed me in the Edda.
"So, where is the beast?" he placed a hand lightly on his hip, raising a slender eyebrow.
He's on his way, no worries, and she trotted off to two horses hitched a few feet away. One was a chestnut mare, the other a vibrant palomino with a black feather tied into its mane. For some reason, the young cyborg felt strong emotions from the palomino, the easiest to catch was fear of the dragon, while the chestnut only showed worry. Jasnia frowned slightly.
"They're names are Cadoc and Dune," Xhan spoke softly. "Cadoc, the chestnut, is four, Dune, the palomino, is two. We got the latter near a week ago and she's yet to get used to Silota and Vifaru. Cadoc, though, seems to have no problems with the dragons and its only been a day since we got her," he shook his head and looked out towards the city.
"She was with a dragon before..." Jasnia had gone into a trance, staring at the prancing mare. "A sapphire dragon with a rider of brown hair and green eyes. He's young, as is the dragon..."
The horse whinnied as a green gray dragon landed and stepped closer to them. Silota, Xhan.. it said softly.
"Vifaru," Xhan nodded softly and plopped down on the ground, cross-legged.
Anyways, strange one, the violet red dragon purred. What is Ancient Romanian?
"Its an old language programed into my database," Jasnia looked up, broken from her trance by the new dragon.
Database?... Vifaru inquired, tilting his large head. The girl sighed, shaking her head, but she decided to tell what she was, which confused the three in front of her even more. She shook her head again. This was going to be a long, long day...
The eight former gundam pilots were overly confused by what had just occurred. They had been sitting in Zechs' living room and then they were in a desert- sand around them with nothing else for miles. There were no clouds to cover the sun that seemed to lick at what skin they had exposed. Zechs was going to pay for always wearing a suit like the one his was now. The thought of Zechs turning into a pile of burnt skin and blond hair made Tori smile. For some reason, he didn't like the man. Noah was the best off, wearing loose white and blue army-cargo pants, her usual bright pink and black sandals, and a white, Coheed and Cambria tank top. To add to this, she had her hair up and the cool feel of her silver jewelry on her skin. Tori felt jealous of his twin at this point, seeing as he himself wore a black duster, black jeans, black cargo boots, and a black shirt with a yellow and orb rubber ducky on the front. He wasn't as jealous of the other pilots, though, because they would suffer as much as he would. Heero had on a black leather jacket, blue jeans, black combat boots, and a green tee shirt. Trowa wore his normal outfit of a turtle-neck, this one was white, a pair of dark blue jeans, and graying tennis shoes. Quatre had slipped into a rather surprising collection that day, as no one had ever seen him in jeans: black and red converse, loose black jeans, a red and gray shirt, and a jacket that matched his jeans. As for Wufei, he wore so much white it nearly blinded the group in the bright sun.
"Purrrrrrfect..." Noah sighed, snaking her tongue out of her mouth, the barbell reflecting the light, as if to taste the air before flicking it back in quickly. The rings on her hands, her bracelets, and her spike necklace found their way into the pockets of her pants in just a few moments. "So... What're we gonna do, hm?" she had a slight accent to her voice, one that she hadn't had for years, and everyone stared at her. "Wha'? Qui' starin' a' me li'e that'.."
"Since when did you have an accent?" Duo asked, cocking his head cutely.
"A'cent?" she blinked, then shrieked at the sound of her own voice. "Ah! Bloo'y 'ell!" this sent Tori into a bout of laughter.
"You haven't sounded like that since we moved from Tab's place!" he snickered, holding his stomach.
With her fists balled and face somewhat red, she stepped forward. "You lit'le-! S'op bloo'y laughin'!" it didn't help, but the sound of wings did and they turned their attention from the twins to the sky. What they saw amazed them, but only Quatre made a sound, squeaking in fear as the magnificent beasts, three in all, landed before them.
"Bloo'y 'ell... They be dragons..." Noah spoke, breaking the silence.
Yes, the middle one spoke. It was covered in bright sapphire scales and its eyes were a lighter shade of blue. We 'be' dragons and our Riders have ordered us to bring you to them.
"First things first, mate," the only female of the gundam pilots said quickly. "Where in the fuck are we!"
A/N: Yes, I know its not that great. Yes, I have been working on it for some time, but its crap because at the time, I was also working on another fic called Heaven's Gate for a friend of mine who is addicted to the Wish manga and she wanted a HisuixKohaku/ KohakuxKoryu/ KoryuxKokuyo. I got mixed up at several points and almost put this chappie as half Wish half GwingxEragon. Ramble... xP
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