Well, in this chap, there's a part about Wufei and Hitori. *grins evilly*
No over the top stuff. In fact, I would only rate this section PG-13. Lets just say that most out there rated PG-13 are a LOT worse than this....Anywho, on with the fic.


The Alpha and the Omega
Chapter Four

Collecting Gundam Pilots, are we?


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Wufei walked into the darkness, unafraid of anything he would find.
"You know, for a Gundam Pilot, you are the biggest..." Her arm contacted with Wufei's back, knocking him down in the complete dark.
"Idiot." Hitori finished.
Wufei spun, kicking out in the dark, hoping to pin her. His leg made contact, but he only recieved a grunt from her, and the sound of her moving away quickly.
Wufei liked that he hit her...but at the same time, found himself debating. She was a woman, and weak...
"Wufei. NEVER turn your back on an enemy! First rule of basic combat." Hitori's voice broke through the sudden silence, and Wufei, his mind made up, lunged at the sound of her voice.
"Second rule: NEVER meet an enemy on his own turf. He will have the upper hand. Only do so if forced."
Wufei stood up. He stopped, and stood completely still. Calm. Focus. Wufei immediately collapsed into a ready, but relaxed state.
"Good. You are doing number three right now. NEVER let an enemy anger you so that you cannot fight back. Are you willing to learn from me, Wufei?"
Wufei opened his dark eyes, even though in the darkness he could not even see his hand in front of his face. She was a woman, and Wufei would best her in open, honest combat. She was weak.
"Yes."
The lights came on. Wufei shut his eyes, and opened them again, trying to readjust them quickly.
Hitori was less than a fingerwidth from his face.
"Good."

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Heero awoke, cosncious only of the warmth that surrounded him. He tried to turn, and found himself restrained at the wrists and ankles. He was in a room, large, and homely. There were several throw rugs over the bare wood floor, all a pale creme or yellow color. He looked around the room, scanning all the corners and dark spots for anything that coudl be construed as a recorder that could watch all his actions. He found none, and laid back against the pillow behind his head.
Heero blinked once, twice. Whatever she used on me, its wearing off. Heero felt the throbbing pain at the base of his skull where her primary hit had been.
Just thinking about the actual act made the throb on Heero's head increase. Heero scowled. That bitch will pay....
"Well, aren't we cheery this morning?" She was at the door.
Heero sneered and didn't rise to the bait.
"Fine. Don't talk to me." She walked into the room, still clothed in the black leathers she had attacked him in. Her voice had a mocking, fake sulking tone to it that infuriated the Wing Zero pilot.
She was at his bedside by now, a smirk playing over her familiar features. She chuckled quietly.
"Do I make you mad, Heero Yuy?"
Heero would normally never respond in any way, form or fashion. But, something in him broke at her tone of voice.
"No. Not at all."Heero replied, his tone cool, inhuman, everything his raging emotions were not.
"Hmm. Really?" A red eyebrow raised. "I find that inexplicably hard to believe."
Heero was tired of the games, and his head was pounding seriously now.
She was staring at him. Staring hard. Her eyes ate up every part of Heero's face. The delicate, but masculine curve of the neck, the hard, unforgiving eyes. The deep blue color of them when the light shown on them...
Heero, never one to back down, returned her favor by staring at her just as hard. There was something familiar about her. He had only known one person in his life with that color hair. But her eyes had been blue, the color of the darkest night....just like his..
Hers were an exact match.
Just coincedence. Just coincedence. Just coincedence. Just coincedence....
"Just coincedence."Heero whispered the words to himself more than to this mystery woman.
"You think so, Yuy? Maybe, maybe not..."Her tone of voice was hard, almost biting...but there was something in her eyes...wistfulness?
Without another word, she turned on her heel, and left the room.

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Wufei stalked her around the mat.
They were in the training room, a large, rectangular room with several mats, excersize machines, targets for archery, shooting, and throwing, as well as with several large dummies, used for hand to hand practice.
They were both circling, black eyes on each other, intent. Quatre, Trowa, and Duo were all watching from the sidelines. Every single pilot had a chance at Hitori.
And she had beaten the shit out of all of them.
Wufei had waited to go last. He had seen her abilities in her earlier matches, and given time and thought, he had analyzed her weaknesses and decided that he could defeat her. He only needed a chance...
And so, when Hitori had announced after soundly beating Duo at a game of Warrior:3001, Wufei was eager to get her back in the training room.
Hitori finally stopped circling Wufei, impatient. "For the love of Kami, Wufei, charge!"
Wufei stopped, opting to wait. Better to use the element of supirse...or impatience...to make her charge first.
And so, Hitori waited.
And Wufei waited.
And the other Gundam pilots waited.
Shaking her head, she made a half-hearted charge at Wufei. He danced away, silent.
Hitori didn't turn around after her charge, but merely stood stock still.
Wufei slunk down into a guarded stance, sensing her patience about to give out.
She shrugged, and as if sensing his thoughts, complied. "Have it your way."
It happened so fast that even Wufei couldn't really see it.
Hitori flipped over, a simple mid-air somersault that Wufei would have normally disrupted, bringing his opponent to the ground in defeat. Hitori though, after her somersault, twisted her body slightly, so that when she came out of the somersault, she would land hard on Wufei with her right hip.
Wufei smirked, and thought, easy evasion. He stepped out of the way, ready to attack as soon as he was able. He was going to teach this onna not to challenge those who could beat her.
Hitori though, never an idiot, and continued the twisting she had started, this time rolling it around so that it would end in a sharp, bone-cracking kick against any in her way.
Wufei never saw it coming in his arrogance.
She had him wrapped in her legs. "Now, Wufei, what would you do to get out of this situation?"
Wufei sighed, acting defeated. He opened his mouth as if he was going to reply verbally, but instead, sprang into action. Wufei tried to use her legs to flip her over and thereby gain the advantage, but found him self pinned to the mat again. Her body was on top of him, her legs laced around his, her arms holding him in a painful sitch.
"Now, Wufei" Hitori's voice had an edge to it. "How did you get here?"
Wufei moved against the slight but strong body on top of him. He was testing her hold, and found it faultless. He could feel her stomach and breasts pressing against his chest, and a sudden flush of heat ran up and down his spine. He felt her thighs on each side of his waist, tight, whipcord muscle....
She frowned, "Wufei?"
Wufei's dark eyes narrowed irritably.
"What? Suddenly, can't think?" Hitori's voice was honey, but her tongue the sharpest dagger.
Wufei started to answer, "Hell no, Onna. No man can think with a dishonorable woman like you on top of him!", but reined himself in at the last second in preference of silence and a deep scowl.
"End of session." Hitori declared, climbing off Wufei and leaving the room, clearly angried.
Wufei almost missed her soft, tight body against his, and enjoyed the feeling of the feminine muscle being pulled off him....
"Wufei!" Duo scrambled onto the mat and to where Wufei lay. "Damn! She is pissed! You almost looked like...." Duo took one look at the Oriental's face. "Like you enjoyed that! You did! Well, I'll be damned..."
"Braided Baka, do you ever shut up?!?" Wufei bit into his tongue savagely before he began to curse Duo out in his native Chinese.
Duo just laughed, and put one of his hands behind his head. "Well, not usually..."
Wufei rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Wu, you really liked it though. You know you did!" Duo yelled after him, as he walked out of the training room.

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Wufei padded along the hall, sleepless and still angry with himself for losing.
Damn that Onna! She is too good for her own good!
Wufei was fighting a bad bout of insomnia, and had decided to go to the training room to practice more. If I can't sleep, might as well practice. Even though that damn Onna is probably getting her beauty rest right about now....Wufei grumbled as he entered his code and the door opened.
Wufei stepped into the room, and flipped the light on. What sight met him-was quite attractive-if not outright erotic.
Hitori was laying on the mat, her form outlined in the tight black tank and shorts she had been wearing earlier. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was deep, undisturbed.
The irony of the situation did not escape Wufei. Here's someone I want to curse-but someone I definetly wouldn't mind-
"Wufei. Are you going to stand there, or do something about me?" Hitori's eyes were open and looking him up and down, the desire in them unmasked and plain in their urgency.
She stood, and walked over to him, the motion of her hips hypnotizing. Her hair was down, and Wufei had to suppress the urge to run his hands through the wild red curls. The raw perfume of her body entranced him, capturing him..
"Wufei..." Her full, wide lips beckoned him, and he leaned forward. His lips met hers in a furious, rapturous embrace, his tongue questing and finding her own.
His hands ran up the side of her body, over her bare arms and torso. He felt the light flutter of muscle in her them as she pulled him closer, her tongue inside his own mouth now....
She broke the kiss abruptly, and leaned back in Wufei's arms.
"Wufei...I...I want..." Hitori faltered.
"What do you want?" Wufei knew that even if she asked for the sun, it was hers.
Those black eyes locked with his own. She leaned in close, pressing her body against his, and whispered in his ear, "I want you. I want you.."

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Wufei bolted straight up in the bed, gasping for air. He threw the covers off immedaitely. What in the hell?...
What are these dreams!? And of the damn Onna.....Wufei swore. Of all women, why her? Why does she make my blood boil?
At those exact words, Wufei was back in his old dojo. It had only been a few years back, at the start of the OZ fiasco and Operation Meteor...

Several girls had come to the dojo, and were watching practice. Wufei was among the spectators, a cap on his raven black hair, to hide his face from the teachers for fear that they might recognize him.
He watched the boys practice, and eventually the time came for the sparring matches.
One boy came up against another, and was keenly aware of the girls. He, in turn, had decided to try and impress them, so he began a sequence of hard, fast kicks only a master could pull off gracefully.
The boy's opponent used his pride and divided attention to beat him.
The girls of course, laughed and then proceeded to leave. Wufei found himself smiling in grim approval for the boy's opponent. But, with no members of the opposite sex left for the boy to impress, he got back up and won the rest of his matches.
As Wufei turned to leave, he heard the voice of one of his old teachers, speaking to the boy in a soft, wise voice.
"Be cautious. Pride was your downfall. Do not let any woman make your blood boil so as to defeat yourself before you have begun. A woman is both a friend and an enemy. With the right woman, a warrior can become even more formidable than before. But, in this is much danger, for she is both, remember? To make the right woman your own is to become an insurmountable obstacle with her at your side. To make the wrong woman your own will only result in defeat."

Wufei remembered the advice the teacher had given the student. It had only reinforced what he believed about women.
Women were weak. Creatures of the day, with children and a husband ever their ultimate goal. They were not warriors. They were not worth the trouble it took to find a good one in the first place.
But, Hitori is certainly not weak. She did beat me after all...Wufei swore under his breath at the little voice in the back of his head.
Women are for love. And I do not love. Wufei turned his face involuntarily to the door, an ivory face ringed by curls of fire flashing in his mind.

Shimatta.

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Heero woke from his light sleep, aware of the other in the room. A gently rustle, and the covers were back up to his chest, covering him as he could not cover himself.
Moonlight fell into the widow to the left of his bed, pooling in swirls of silver on the floor. She emerged from the darkness, clothed in something white. He could tell it was silken from the sheen. Her perfume was light, and surrounded him. Twin sets of midnight orbs met in a loose, friendly embrace. For the first time, Heero felt that she was here, meant to find him, fill a void he had thought unfillable.
And then, she began to sing.
It was a song that had been written in english. Heero, though, didn' t need to be told that. He already knew.

"From the beginning of time,
I was yours and you were mine

We have walked in the shadows.
We have never seen the light of day.
We were comforted by each other,
Thats why I need for you to stay

How can I love you,
Without even knowing your name?
How can I need your smile,
For without you I am not the same.
I am one piece of one whole,
One shard of the glass,
How can you not know me..
We share the same past

How can I go on,
Without my brother here
How can I reach you..
Without wringing your tears.

We shared a soul in our mothers womb,
But we do not share a name.
How can I love you,
And still be the same.

How do I love you
And not lose you again

From the beginning of time,
I was yours and you were mine..."

Heero stood in shock. If he couldn't remember the words, he would have certainly remembered the melody. It had been sung to them so many times. If he had forgotten....

Heero wept.

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Disclaimer: All that belongs to me are the events in this fic, and Hitori. All GW characters and events belong to Poineer or whoever owns them.

Well, well, well. There's chapter four for ya! All C&C goes to:
~TenshiKachuu.