Disclaimers:
All rights and privileges to Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are trademarks and property of Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
Original characters are owned by Yuuki Miyaka and Kira.
The characters of these works--with the exception of the original characters--are used without permission for the purpose of entertainment only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit. The original portion of the fiction included here is considered to be the sole property and copyrighted to the author.
Dedications:
This story is dedicated in whole to Kira, Aiyla, and Colin.
Kira - for her help in creating the plot and original characters, and for the inspiration of years.
Aiyla - for giving me a glimpse of heaven in her smile.
Colin - for being my greatest inspiration and the other half of my soul.
Warnings:
AU, Angst, Humor, Romance, Eventual Yaoi, Violence.
Author's Notes:
This is being written for a contest. Due to this, I would like you to tell me what is wrong with the fic as well as what is right. Please make feedback constructive. It is combined with an original universe, though more of a fusion than a crossover. All will become clear in time.
Also, originally this fic had within it's disclaimer the information regarding the ownership of ElfQuest. This was a misprint due to the fact that I was html-coding this piece late at night, and stole the disclaimer from another fic (also co-written by me) called Six Splinters of Gundanium. My apologies for any confusion this may have caused.
Dragon Dark
A Gundam Wing Alternate Universe Story
by: Yuuki Miyaka
Prologue - A Glimpse of the Dark
"There are those who say that no war ever truly ends," she murmured, looking over at her companion. He frowned back at her, eyebrows furrowed over slate-grey eyes.
"They do?"
"Yes," she said gently, softly, and he could hear the melody of her voice sighing a soft requiem in his heart. The image was an odd one, but one he couldn't quite dismiss. Setting it aside for later examination, he looked up at her once more. Her amber eyes were sad, but he finally understood the sorrow within their depths. "I hope they are wrong, of course. I am so very weary of this fighting."
"I know, love," he sighed, drawing her to him and holding her small form against his much larger frame. One hand stroked down the length of auburn hair she'd left loose. The other was nestled just between her shoulder blades, the arm around her to provide security and comfort. "I'd protect you if I could."
"You cannot," she answered, and he nodded. "And it is not your place to protect me. If anyone, it is my sister you must protect. I'm afraid that the days to come may yet destroy her."
"Another battle?" he asked, voice rough-edged with not-quite-hidden worry. She shook her head though, and he sighed in relief.
"Ah, no. Merely foreboding. I do not like the chill I wake up to each night."
"When we finally marry, there will be no chill in your bed to wake up to. I will be there."
Peals of sun-bright laughter suddenly fell from her lips, and she gazed up at him fondly. "Of all the men I've known, you are the only one who wished to wait until our wedding night." He shrugged, slightly uncomfortable under her regard. Her eyes grew solemn. "Why does it not worry you that I have children? Why does it not bother you that I've never married before?"
"I can't answer that, love. I just know that it doesn't. I would love you until time stands still. And I will love your children as well."
"Many of them respond to you already," she noted. He chuckled at that. "Perhaps it comes of their being exposed to you from birth."
"Maybe. It's growing late, love," he pointed out quietly.
"And I should go." She hugged him tightly. "There are no battles in the near-future, love. But be strong for my sister anyway. She will need you."
"Yes."