Hi, hi! This is the last of my teaser chapters. This is going to be a Zechs/Usagi fic, because I got the requests for it, and there aren't enough decent fics with this pairing out there! *falls to knee's and brings hands into a praying position* Please, please, please DON'T hate me for putting Heero and Relena together. It's not that I don't like Relena, it's just that I prefer Heero to be paired with Usa.

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The Warrior in Black ~*~Prologue~*~ The Rebirth of Nightshade.



A tall brunet woman stood proudly tall in front of a gold thrown. Before her stood a crowd of people each dressed in outfits fitting to their occupation, an aisle cleared leading from humongous golden double doors to the dais the woman was standing on. She was wearing a personalised suit of armour; the whole suit was one piece and made of horizontal strips of steel roughly an inch and a half wide, which although the suit looked stiff and welded in a solid block, could actually expand to accommodate the wearers actions; steal shoulder protectors attached to the main breastplate which covered her chest tightly; a hole exposed the creamy skin of her stomach, the top point starting just below her bust, running diagonally on each side till they reached the front of her hips before moving back in to meet, slightly dipped down, to make a demented diamond shape; around her neck was a collar like that a sailor would wear, which was actually her retracted helmet that only went up in battle; a forest green cape hung from her shoulder hooks placed between the collar and the shoulder protectors; her legs were covered in horizontal steel strips roughly an inch and a half wide which ran into high heeled steel boots; and gauntlets made of the same steel strips, starting at the middle of her forearms they ran down to her wrists before the tops tapered into a triangle over the back of her hands to the base of her middle fingers.

The suit was a creation of Hephestus, the forge god himself. The woman was Jupiter, ruler of all the Olympian Gods; the one whom the people of Earth called Zeus, King of the Gods. How shocked would those people be if they knew the truth. Not only was Jupiter a Woman, she was a beautiful woman at that. Her hair was the colour of rich milk chocolate, pulled up and out of her face in a high ponytail. Her face was feminine yet showed strength at the same time with high cheekbones, kissable red lips and petite nose. However it was her eyes, large green orbs the colour of sunlight hitting lush foliage, that always managed to capture attention first. There was a constant look of determination and power that gave her the appearance of a true leader.

The people below her were all gods and goddesses. All of Olympus was there, including Hades and Hephestus. The only person who wasn't there was being summoned. And that was the whole point of this gathering.

They didn't have to wait long. No more than twenty minutes passed before the large golden double doors were pushed open, riveting everyone's gaze and hushing the buzz of conversation.

In the doorway stood a woman; beautiful, just like Jupiter. Her hair went down to he calves and was pulled into twin heart-shaped odangoes on either side of her head. Her hair, beside her unique style, was actually quite curious. From a distance it appeared to be silvery-blond. However upon closed inspection you would find that the individual strands were actually either pure silver, or pure golden blond; but never, ever anything in between. The new woman was shorter than Jupiter, more femininely petite. With her cloud of silvery-blonde hair and large, innocent looking grey-blue eyes, she appeared to be no more than a wraith, the smallest of breezes being able to blow her away.

The woman was dressed similarly to Jupiter as well; a one-piece metal suit of armour hugged her curvy figure, the strips of steel bending and expanding as she moved. However the design was different. The new comers armour had no whole over the stomach and definitely no shoulder protectors. She was a warrior goddess and her suit was designed for sleek movement. Her metal strip leggings ran into low heeled boots; the collar was the same, hiding the retractable helmet; a heavy, layered black cloak hung over her shoulders, attached to the single steel clasp at the point of her collar; the metal of her suit ran smoothly over her shoulders, all the way down her arms, and into full fingered gloves. The only part of her body that was exposed from the suit of armour was her head and neck.

The woman strode forward from her place at the doors straight up the cleared isle to stand before Jupiter. The two women locked gazes for a brief moment before the silvery-blonde woman dropped to one knee and placed her hand over her heart, her head bowed in respect and her hair falling over her shoulders in a curtain to shield her face.

"My Liege;" She spoke firmly. "You summoned me." Jupiter nodded and mover to sit down in her golden throne.

"Yes, my old friend. I did." The summoned woman took Jupiter's reply as a sign she could stand again and rose to her feet.

"We, the Gods of Olympus, have ruled over this entire universe since before time was time. We have a presence on every planet existing. Except the blue planet; Earth." The mysterious woman stiffened at the name. It was not unfamiliar to her. Not at all. And Jupiter knew that. So what was she getting at? "At one time, however, the Terrane's did know of our powers and paid us homage. However the people of the blue planet rejected our rule in favour for the Christian religion. We were left no choice but to leave the Terrane's to their decision and retract our presence. We have had little to do with the Earth since.

"However," Jupiter paused and cast her gaze over the deities gathered. This was why everyone was here. This concerned them all. "The Fates have informed me that a very important was is being fought there right now, and if this war is ended incorrectly. it could ultimately destroy this entire universe." Gasps and hushed whispers erupted from the crowd. The woman standing in front of Jupiter, however, remained frozen. Oh, this was bad. This was very, very bad. Jupiter herself let loose a clap of thunder to silence everyone. The gods jumped at the deafening sound and immediately silenced.

"I am aware of your painful past associations with the planet of Earth, Old Friend. But no one else here has the intimate knowledge of the planet that you do, save Gaia, over there. But she is in no condition to accept this mission.' It was true. Although Gaia only looked to be in her late 40's by human standards; pitch black hair turning silver at the temples; lined but not wrinkled face, and wise juniper green-grey eyes; Gaia was the eldest Olympian still alive. She never went into battle.

"As High Ruler of all Olympian Gods, I hand to you the mission of ensuring that the war on Earth is ended correctly, the way the Fate's see best. It is time for Nightshade to be reborn."

Dead. Silence.



Well? What did you think? I think it's pretty obvious who Nightshade is, but I don't actually tell you who it is until chapter three. Anyways in Chapter ONE.. The Gundam Wing element gets introduced. There's a anxious Heero, a psychotic new rebel group, Relena gets locked in a flaming car, and Nightshade picks a fight. Be there!!!