White War

A Weiß Kreuz/GW Crossover

By Daemonchan

::Author's Notes::

This is to be the ultimate fanfiction for me. Gundam Wing and Weiß Kreuz are my passions in the anime world, as evidenced by my writing. I recieved wonderful feedback for this idea so I though I would try it out.

Also, the Weiß boys can speak English. Good English. Much better than my half-assed attempts at Japanese.

::Timeline::

I'm going to pretend that the Gundam and Weiß timelines were parallel. The fall of the Aste Triad occured at about the same time as the destruction of Libra and the end of the war with White Fang. The OVA's for either series have not occured. The Weiß boys are familiar with the war in space, but were busy with their own secret lives and thus are not as well informed as some.

::Warnings::

Mild shounen ai that may become full blown lemon, KenxDuo, Duo + ?? (now that would be telling!) non-con touching, violence, torture, drug abuse, swearing...you know, the usual.

Spoilers for the whole of GW, Weiß, and a little twisted knowledge of Ken's past from the Dramatic Collections. (Holy Children, I believe...)

::Caveat::

Remember that this is fiction and I have tried very hard to fit these two worlds together in the best possible way. Be patient and enjoy my efforts.

*~*~*~*

Ichi: I am Kritiker

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The heavy door opened easily, swinging into the silent office on well cared for hinges. A sad form stood for a moment framed in the doorway, fighting with himself on whether or not he should enter.

Determination won out and the lithe blonde boy stepped into his father's office, swallowing against the rising tears. Everything was as it had been on the day his father died...no, had been killed for his pacifist ideals.

The day Quatre had gone mad...and changed the outcome of the war by building the Wing Zero.

A wave of regret caught Quatre in mid-step. Thousands of lives had been destroyed in his insanity. Yes, his mind had not been his own, but the guilt left was all too real. He vowed to do all in his power to make reparations.

But first, he had to sort through his father's personal affairs. The company itself had been mostly run by his many sisters; it would function perfectly without ever touching their father's personal files, but Quatre felt that it was something that needed to be done.

Gingerly, he lowered himself into the wing backed leather chair that his father had worn into a comfortable shape from his years at the desk. It had been his refuge after Quatre's mother had died, a place to hide from the beautiful boy who didn't even know that his mother had sacrificed herself to give Winner a son.

The Arabian stared at the mahogany desktop, his eyes resting on the flat monitor raised in the center. One command and his father's life would be at his fingertips. He felt like his was intruding for an instant before his lips whispered the code to start the computer.

"On."

The screen flared to life, revealing nothing but a long list of file names in acid green text. Quatre whispered the files names as he scrolled through the information. pages of numbers and names that made no sense. His father had made thousands of investments on Earth and the colonies. It would take years to figure everything out. He stopped suddenly, surprised by a name highlighted in red.

Weiß.

What the hell does that mean? He selected the file, surprised when it opened immediately. There was a text file first, dated just before his father's death. It meant that his father knew that Quatre would be the next to use his computer...that he knew that he would die for what he believed in.

Quatre,

If you have accessed this file, then I have been killed by our enemies. I had hoped to continue this fight without involving you, but after seeing you...I now know that is impossible.

I have taken the coward's road and I live in your brave shadow.

Many years ago, before OZ had begun to take control, I learned of Aste. They hire assassins with Newtype abilities and plot to overthrow the Earth. OZ is part of their plan. Even if you and the Gundams win, the fight is far from over.

An old friend, Shuuichi Takatori, asked me for help in helping to stop his brother, Reiji, from his evil plans to take over Tokyo. I refused for as long as I could, even knowing that innocents were dying because of my refusal to become involved.

Then Aste stepped in and I could no longer remain inactive.

Included in this file are the details behind my effort to stop the spread of Aste on Earth. They are four boys known as Weiß. They can help you. Tell them you are Kritiker. They will understand.

Shuuichi is gone. Reiji was stopped. But Aste lives on. Shuuichi found evidence of their activities before his death. The Triad of Aste must be destroyed. Only Weiß can carry on the fight. The fight that is now yours.

This is my coward's way. I sent these four innocents into battle because I knew they would. Much like the Gundam pilots, they have given much for many. This is the last I would ask of them. Of you.

May Allah protect you and keep you safe. I love you.

Quatre froze, heart thudding painfully in his chest. His father had paid for assassins on Earth? Kritiker? Is this why he was killed?

For an insane instant, Quatre thought of deleting the file, of trying to forget everything he had just read. And knew that he couldn't.

He scrolled through the rest of the files, his blue eyes sad as he finished reading the background of the fourth and final assassin. They are just like us. Children fighting something they can't hope to win.

Aya Fujimiya. Ken Hidaka. Youji Kudou. Omi Tsukiyono. Weiß.

He stood quickly, leaving the screen glowing behind him. His mind was alread on what his father's final request had been and how he was to go about fulfilling a dead man's wish.

::owari ichi::