Supernatural
By: Vanacorien
An: I am obsessed with the series supernatural and so I decided to do a Gundam Wing fic to it. Warnings and parings are as fallows. There will be blood, gore, violence, coarse language and yaoi (no wincest, because Dean is so straight it's scary). The pairing will be 1x2 with possible appearances by a single 03. Reviews are appreciated, enjoy.
The Road house was probably the cleanest and most well kept bar in the whole of the damned state. And Ellen wouldn't have had it any other way. The woman was a power house, pure and simple, a warrior woman reincarnated into mortal form and a power to be reckoned with.
This is why it was also one of the most entertaining bars in the state. Because their was nothing funnier than watching a six foot tall three hundred pound man who had killed more demons and evil creatures than any normal person could imagine tremble in his boots in the wake of the five foot six inch proprietor.
Duo snickered quietly into his glass of whiskey as he watched Ellen give Caleb the sharp side of her tongue. What the poor man had done to deserve his lashing god only knew but what ever it was Ellen wasn't letting it die. He shrugged and turned away, taking a sip of his drink and rolling his shoulders to get some of the kinks out.
He loved stopping by any time he got the chance. After a hard hunt or a nasty job it was nice to come back to the road house. It was like coming home to a room full of extended family which Duo had often missed after his time as an orphan. The road house was the place for any hunter to sit back and relax, or limp back and lick you're wounds depending on the kind of job you had, had. While there were some hunters that couldn't let go or were too intense to be able to talk around for the most part they were a decent lot and more than willing to help in any way they could.
"Hey there Father" Duo chuckled and peered from under the brim of his black cap at Jo, Ellen's daughter. Jo was a pretty petite blond who had all of her mother's good looks and even more of her sharp tongue. She had pretty soft blond hair that curled at the ends and doe brown eyes that complemented her creamy skin. She set down the tray of empty shot glasses and walked behind the counter retrieving the bottle from which his whiskey had come from.
She gestured to his glass with the bottle and he complied setting it down so that she could top him off. "Bless you my child." He replied jokingly and downed half the glass in one swill. Jo raised her eye brow at him and he crossed his eyes before swallowing, enjoying the burn as it slid down his throat.
She laughed and picked a rag from underneath the counter and began to whip down the polished wood. "Good hunt Duo?" He nodded setting the glass down again after she had whipped his section of counter. He put his elbows on the counter and brought one hand to fiddle with the small gold cross that hung from his neck. "Yup, I had this job to find a missing girl; she had been playing in this old ware house with a couple of friends at night when she suddenly disappeared. Cops searched the building but couldn't find anything so they assumed she had been abducted even though her friends didn't see anything, though she had been the third abducted that month" Jo paused in her whipping to look directly at Duo her brows knit in thought.
It was a favorite game of theirs, he'd tell her of his latest hunt and she'd try to solve it before he finished the story. She was good and got him almost every time. But Duo, knowing that she wanted to be out in the field (despite Ellen's protests) knew she needed to be better than 'almost every time'. "Let's see," She said thoughtfully. "Girl disappears in the night, with friends in an abandoned place. Cops sweep the area but nothing is found. Was it vampires?"
He smiled at the hopeful look in her eyes. "Sorry hon, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars." She gave him a slightly exasperated look and went back to thinking. Trying to think of some thing else that hunted quietly enough to allude teenagers. Duo tried not to grin and instead took another sip of his whiskey. She went to retrieve the bottle again but he waved her off. She gave a sigh and reached for the rag saying. "Okay I give up, what was it then?"
Duo grinned at her and shook a finger. "Why Miss Jo, I'm disappointed. The correct answer would be a genie. The little git was hiding in the abandoned meat lockers in a semi collapsed part of the ware house. The cops didn't search there because they were afraid it was structurally unsound. Which it was, damned thing nearly fell on my head on the way out."
Jo had a slightly surprised look on her face witch meant she really would have been slack jawed if it had been any one else. Duo snorted and looked away so that she couldn't see him laughing at her. "That face on you is priceless." He chortled, making her blink and then scowl. "That's not funny Duo! You know how dangerous a genie is! What if it had gotten you?"
He looked to her again and winked tilting his hat back a little and grinning. "Well then I'd imagine I wouldn't be sitting here owing you fifteen dollars in whiskey." His joke fell flat as she gave him a narrow eye's glare. Switching tactics so that he didn't join Caleb in the corner of the scolded he sighed to the counter top and looked up again.
"Jo, it's alright. I've been doing this longer than you've been alive. Trust me I can handle myself genie or no." She gave him a skeptical look that clearly said 'yeah right, sure'. "Right, and that's why you came back from that fight with the shape shifter with a broken arm and three busted ribs? Or how about that time you nearly got done in by that woman in white near Rachel Nevada? And lets not forget the infamous Jiwa incident in little Tokyo."
Duo ducked his head sheepishly and noted with no little embarrassment that they were being watched. "So glad I could amuse you." He muttered darkly as a small pain started in the back of his head. He blinked slowly and brought his hand up to his fore head, rubbing slightly at his temples to ease the pain. "And besides," Jo went on. Not noticing Duo wasn't paying attention any more. "We don't know that you're older than me. I mean you wont tell any one your birth day so we can't really say. For all you know I could be you're senior."
Duo tried to respond but all that came out was a hiss of pain from between clenched teeth as the pain in his head sharpened and began to pound. What was happening to him? Was it a reaction to the alcohol? No way, Duo knew he could hold his liquor. Hell he'd drink men three times his size under the table before it would affect him.
He was dimly aware that some one was asking him if he was alright. He must have made some sort of distressing noise because suddenly Ellen was there with her hand on his shoulder. "Duo, are you alright? Answer me Duo." He tried to focus but suddenly he wasn't looking at Ellen. He was looking at a woman, with brown hair and violet eyes staring widely from a pale face stretched in a silent scream. He felt his skin crawl and with a short cry he shoved himself away from the bar forgetting he was on a stool and fell backwards to the floor.
He brought both hands to his head and made a strange whining sound deep in his throat as Ellen quickly knelt beside him and told Jo to get the med kit. Duo tried to focus as two realities mixed and blurred before his eyes. Suddenly the woman looked straight at him, eyes wide and terrified as a small string of blood and saliva began to drip from her nose and lips. She breathed a sick wheezing sound and croaked to him in an attempt to speak. As his head pounded and he heard as if from a distance the voices of Ellen, Jo and Caleb he heard it, a wet whisper on still air. "My . . . Baby." And when at last he didn't think he could take any more, she burst into flames , the fire spreading from deep within her own punctured stomach and fanning out across her body feasting hungrily on the flesh it had been given. Duo's mind swam and then thankfully, luckily he lost consciousness.
Heero Yuy Paused in the mechanical cleaning of his weapons as a familiar prickle invaded his senses. Quickly, for he didn't know how much time he had before the vision came, he set down his weapon and picked up a pad and pen readying himself to take down any notes he could. The vision shook him with the force of which it had been sent and for one startling moment Heero realized that the vision was not being sent to him by his contact. Instead of blocking the other person he allowed the images to invade his mind, curious as to who would know enough to send him a vision as means of communication.
At the end of the mirad of images he sighed and tried to relax his tensed muscles as he looked down at the pad and blinked his eyes as if to rid him self of the residual pain. Most of the words were just descriptions of the vision itself. A bar, a home, a woman burning. But it had also given him two very important things. A location and a name.
The Road house and Duo Maxwell.
Authors note: A Jiwa is a Japanese ghost. It's the vengeful spirit of a child who was murdered or died because of abuse. They can appear as birds or in a humanoid form and use fire and phycic ability. They defend children whom they believe are being hurt and punish adults who hurt children. Sense it's the Jiwa's opinion as to weather or not the child is being hurt you could see why it would be a problem.
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