Okay, Wu and Tro are really really weird near the end.....

Puda: Weirder than her.....

Chiron: Yup..... Weird...... Weird.........

Cha: Muses.... Fic time!!!!!!!
_______________________________

Kanpeki:

The Legend Reborn


Wufei and Trowa stared at the girl for a moment, before Wufei finally spoke. "Just who
the hell are you?" he asked, ignoring the child's youthfulness.

"I am Tsukai, the messenger spiritess. And it's not polite to speak like that to a child,
Arashi," she said in a no nonsense tone of voice.

"The messenger spiritess of what? What is a spiritess? And who is this 'Arashi?'" Wufei
asked again, his eyes narrowing.

"Just the messenger spiritess. I deliver messages from the other immortals. And a
spiritess is a female spirit. Rikona thought of it. And you are, of course. And that's your brother,
Shizuka," Tsukai said, gesturing towards Trowa as she did.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken, Miss Tsukai, my name is Trowa, and this is Wufei. We're
not related, as you can see," Trowa told her kindly. Wufei nodded, and continued to glare at the girl.

"No, I'm not mistaken; you two are definitely Shizuka and Arashi, the Twins of Shukumei."

"What are you talking about? Trowa and I are definitely not twins. We don't even look
alike!" exclaimed Wufei, his almond eyes growing wide.

"You may not be twins by birth, but you are twins by spirit. You are the ancestors of the
original Twins of Shukumei. So I'm right after all." Tsukai smiled smugly at the pair.

"So Wufei and I are twins by spirit, but not by birth. The original Twins of Shukumei were
our ancestors, and this makes us related?" The girl nodded. "And you're Tsukai, the messenger
spiritess of the other immortals?" She nodded again. "So why are you here?"

The child's face broke out into a huge grin. "You always were the smarter twin, Shizuka.
I'm here to send you on your way.

"What are you talking about?"

"The Battle of Shihai Suru and the Ritual of Kanpeki, of course!" Tsukai looked at the
blank stares that were her reply. "You don't have any clue as to what I'm talking about, do you?"

"No, we don't," Wufei snapped at her.

"I suppose I have to explain it from the beginning, don't I?"

"Yes."

Tsukai took a deep breath, and began her tale. "Long ago, when the Earth Realm was
newly formed, the immortals maintained little or no control over the land, very similar to the way the
Earth Realm is controlled today. All the immortals had their place, and everyone was pretty much
content.

"But there were three young immortals that were not. They were known as Zenryo,
Tsuriai, and Ja'aku. These three didn't like the fact that the immortals didn't take a more active role
in the managing of the Earth Realm. They wanted to control the future of the realm themselves, and
were damned if anything was going to stand in their way."

"What do you mean, control the future of the Earth?" Wufei asked, and Tsukai replied;

"I'm getting there; hold on. You still are the impatient twin, Arashi." Wufei ignored the
remark, and she continued once more.

"Anyway, they each wanted to control the future of the Earth Realm. Zenryo wanted to
eliminate all evil, suffering, and pain from the world, replacing them with happiness, good, and joy.
Ja'aku believed that all things good and light should be eradicated. He thrived on evil and darkness.
And Tsuriai believed that the world should be left alone, except when the scales tipped out of
balance. Then, he swore that the Earth Realm should be destroyed and reborn to start anew.

"The three immortals fought, beginning the Battle of Shihai Suru. They took the battle to
the Earth Realm, each inhabiting the body of a human. The trio called their minions to them,
commanding each group with practiced ease.

"Soon, the once peaceful Earth was a war-torn place, filled with the suffering of
thousands. And still, the battle showed no signs of slowing. The immortals that had chosen not to
partake in the war, held a council to decide the fate of the warring three. They themselves were
powerless to stop them, for the three had taken over the bodies of humans, and it was against their
general beliefs to harm the humans."

"But the three immortals took over humans and were using them to fight each other!
Couldn't the other immortals do the same to eliminate the troublemakers?" Trowa asked, and Tsukai
shook her head.

"They could have, but it would have resulted in the deaths of even more humans. You see,
we immortals have no solid form in this realm. To be able to act, we have to possess humans. By doing
this, we create eyes, ears, mouths, and hands for ourselves."

"So that isn't your real body?"

"No, it's a personal preference. People generally feel more comfortable around children
than they do older humans. It's something I've learned from experience."

"Oh."

"Now that that question has been answered, I'll continue with the story. If that's quite
alright with you two?" Trowa and Wufei nodded. "Finally, a solution was reached. Two young
humans would be created, twins, to be precise. They would be forged from the elements, the powers
that controlled life, death, and eternity, and from a piece of each immortal, excluding the three rogues,
of course.

"They were termed the Twins of Shukumei. The elder, Shizuka, the younger, Arashi.
Shizuka and Arashi were placed in the arms of a young couple. They were raised as humans, not
aware of the sacred powers that they possessed. When they turned sixteen, I was sent, bestowing
upon them weapons that would aide them in their task to destroy Zenryo, Tsuriai, and Ja'aku.

"They succeeded in performing the Ritual of Kanpeki, to bind the immortals from the
Earth Realm. Shizuka and Arashi were dubbed as heroes, and lived the remainder of their lives in
relative peace.

"But 16,000 years ago, the trio was released, and began the Battle of Shihai Suru again.
I set out to find the Twins of Shukumei. That task wasn't easy, mind you. The original twins had
separated, and had families of their own. Their ancestors, two boys called Gin-Xiao, and Alex, were
not exactly pleased in being cast into the parts of the twins. But they performed their task admirably,
and with surprising speed. Not to mention, with some help from a few immortals that saw no problem
with interacting directly in the Battle of Shihai Suru. Kanpeki was once again performed, and
everything was back to the way it should have been.

"Unfortunately, Zenryo, Tsuriai, and Ja'aku have been freed once again. They will renew
the Battle of Shihai Suru once more, unleashing their powers across the realm. This is where you two
come in.

"Being the Twins of Shukumei, it is your destiny to fight against the trio, binding the
immortals once more from this world."

"But what about the others?" Trowa asked, his mind on the mysterious disappearance of
the three Gundam pilots.

"What others?" Tsukai replied.

"The other three Gundam pilots, our friends. They were knocked unconscious, and when
they awoke, acted strangely. They then disappeared."

At this, Tsukai frowned. "It's probable that they are the chosen hosts for Zenryo, Tsuriai,
and Ja'aku."

"So we're going to have to destroy our friends?!" Wufei said in shock at the girl.

"Not necessarily. I don't know the specifications for the Ritual of Kanpeki. It's quite
possible that you won't have to kill them at all."

"So there's a chance that we won't have to kill them, but you're not sure? I really don't like
this idea at all," Wufei said, glaring hard at the Tsukai.

"I'm going to agree with Wufei on this, Tsukai, it's too risky," Trowa added softly.

"Look, Shizuka, Arashi, do not blame me for this. I'm just the messenger, the informant,
the person who gets the honor of telling you what you have to do. All I'm supposed to do is to tell you
where you can find the information that will tell you whether or not you have to kill the host bodies of
the trio. And give you a slight bit of insight into the powers of the Twins of Shukumei. Oh, and then
there are the weapons," she added, almost as if it were an afterthought.

"Insight? What insight? And what weapons are you talking about?" Wufei questioned.

"Prepare yourselves," Tsukai said with wry smile, "This is going to be quite a shock."

Suddenly, the two Gundam pilots minds were filled with images of the Battle of Shihai
Suru. Each watched a separate young man, presumably the original twin, fighting back powerful
forces, with magic and blades. The words of spells tiptoed through their thoughts, some dancing out
of reach, others firmly implanting themselves into the memories of each boy. Finally, the images
disappeared, and they looked once agin at the little girl in front of them.

"Do you understand now?" Tsukai asked them quietly. Trowa was too stunned to reply,
but Wufei found his voice first.

"You were saying something about weapons?" Tsukai's face broke out into a huge grin,
and she nodded eagerly.

"Yes, well, they're not weapons in the sense that you're thinking. It's more of a
psychological thing. You'll see when the time comes."

Wufei looked angry at this. "What do you mean, 'a psychological thing?' What the hell
are you talking about?!" he said, his voice betraying his confusion.

Tsukai shrugged. "Like I said, you'll see. Oh and you'll need these." She tossed a set of
twin platinum medallions at the boys, who caught them deftly. "Those are the crests of Shukumei.
You'll need them to perform the Ritual of Kanpeki and to unlock some sacred places. And because
you'll need to figure out how to perform the Kanpeki, I suggest you journey to the Archives in
Alexandria, Egypt. It's the only place left in the world that has the tomes you'll need." The little girl
turned to leave, but turned a second later, "One more thing, you'll find immortals that are willing to
help you, so be alert. Watch, listen. You'll know when one is nearby." Tsukai turned again and
started to leave, but Wufei called her back.

"We're in Czechoslovakia! How are we supposed to get to Egypt?!" She called back,

"That's your problem! Farewell, Shizuka, Arashi!!"

They watched as the little girl ran off, leaving the two Gundam pilots alone.

"I suppose we begin traveling towards Egypt," Trowa said, breaking the silence that had
fallen over them.

"Yeah, I guess," Wufei agreed. Suddenly, for reasons unknown to either boy, they both
burst out laughing. When they were finally able to regain control over their emotions, Trowa, still
grinning, spoke in his soft voice,

"I think that we're going to be putting a lot of missions on hold."

"I wonder what the scientists are going to say," Wufei laughed, his smile growing broader
by the minute, "Sorry guys, we're not going to be able to fight for awhile. You see, it turns out that
these three immortals took over the other pilot's bodies, and they're bent on ruling the world."

"And it turns out, me and Wufei are twins that are destined to save the day, so if you'll
excuse us, we have to go save the world. What, you don't believe us?" Trowa added, giggling slightly.

"No, I don't think that a straightjacket will be necessary, we're perfectly sane." Wufei
couldn't help it anymore. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath as he laughed like a maniac.
After about five minutes, he looked up to see Trowa holding out a hand for him.

"Are you ready to go, Arashi?" Trowa asked with a smirk.

"I'm ready," Wufei said, using Trowa's hand to pull himself up, "The question is, Shizuka,
are you ready?"

"More than you, little brother." Wufei pushed Trowa away with a laugh.

"Do not start with the 'little brother' crap or I'll kill you and then the whole world will be
screwed and it will be all your fault."

"You are aware that we've completely lost it?"

"Yes. It couldn't hurt to loose it some more."

"Let's go then."

The two set off, running towards the south, towards Egypt, towards the answers they
sought. At that moment, they weren't the Gundam pilots, Trowa and Wufei, but the Twins of
Shukumei, Shizuka and Arashi, and they had a world to save.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________

New York City

Ja'aku reviled in the waves of pain and suffering that danced around him, energizing him
for the task at hand. The boy whose body he commanded was a wealthy child, the only heir to a
fortune. He had already sent for the Maganacs, his host body's own personal guard. They would
make fitting warriors for my cause, Ja'aku thought. They were fiercely loyal to Quatre, his host, and
would be relatively easy to control.

As Ja'aku walked down the darkened streets of the city, he couldn't help but smile.
Quatre had powerful psychic abilities, which in time, he could develop to aide him in further
commanding his minions. Not only that, the demon, who had asked to be called Uso, was also
proving to be of great use.

Uso had been trapped in his host's body for thirteen years, and had only been able to
surface a few times. But when he had, Uso told Ja'aku, he had wreaked havoc over the land, and in
space. The idea of space travel amused Ja'aku. He had had little opportunity to explore space, and
the advances which had been made in space travel since the last time he had been free were
enormous.

Perhaps I will also rule space, he mused. Ja'aku decided that he liked the idea, and
continued on, smiling contentedly at himself. Suddenly, a shadowed figure stepped out in front of
him. He stopped, and stared at the figure without fear. It started to approach him, and Ja'aku could
see now that it was a young woman, of about seventeen, clad in skintight black leather. It
complimented her pale skin nicely, he noted, his host body's eyes gazing with appreciation at the
supple curves of her figure.

"Lord Ja'aku, you have returned," she said, her voice rasping softly.

"You look well, Akui."

"As do you, My Lord. Though I am surprised at your choice of a host. Why so young?"
Akui approached Ja'aku, and stared into the emerald eyes of his host.

"It has its perks. The boy is wealthy, a psychic, and harbors a minor demon. I feel right at
home here."

"I see."

"You're looking as beautiful as ever, Akui. You always did have good taste in hosts." The
girl smiled, and spoke.

"I choose my hosts to please My Lord."

"You still have yet to let me down. Will you accompany me to my apartment?"

"My Lord has an apartment here already? No offense, but it's rather hard to find an
apartment so suddenly in this city. How did you manage to achieve such a feat so quickly?"

"I modified the landlord's memory. Simple, actually."

"Then yes, My Lord, I shall."

"Very good, dear Akui. You always were a favourite, you know. Loyal til the end," Ja'aku
told the girl who was walking beside him.

"Thank you."

The pair continued on, silently. The dark aura that overshadowed them kept any
inquisitive mortals away, leaving them to their business.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________


Taj Mahal

Zenryo sat on the marble throne that he had created for his on designs, deep in
contemplation. The aura of tragic love was strong here, the Taj Mahal itself built out of a loving
memory. He was comfortable, yet upset. Already, two of his followers, Nozomi and Raito, had found
him. Nozomi had taken on the body of a young German tourist girl, and was meditating somewhere
on the grounds of the monument, trying to contact his other followers. Raito, on the other hand, had
chosen a dark skinned Indian man, and was lazing about in the pond that was in front of the Taj
Mahal.

He sighed, and brushed back a tendril of his host's long chestnut hair. Zenryo had freed
the tresses from the braid, letting them cascade around his face. This boy, Duo, as he was called, had
led a hard life. His childhood had been full of pain and suffering, with few moments of true joy. Duo's
past only strengthened Zenryo's desire to end all disease and suffering in the world.

Duo, he thought silently to the boy, Can you hear me? There was a moment's pause,
before the boy replied.

Get the hell out of my body, you filthy bastard.

Duo, you don't really mean that, do you?

Damn straight I meant it. Now leave.

But you have allowed another immortal to take control of your body before me. Duo
didn't answer back directly, and Zenryo could only imagine his response.

That was different.

But how, Duo? How was it different?

It was a partnership. He never took completely over me, never forced me to act against
my will. I was allowed to control my own body, he was just along for the ride.

Are your sure? Are you sure that he wasn't in charge, Duo?

More silence.

Goddamn you, of course I'm sure. Now leave my body.

Duo, why won't you listen to me? Why won't you accept me?

I don't want to hear it. Just get out. Now.

Duo, please listen.

No. Zenryo could feel Duo's rejection of him once more. It would make this easier on
the boy if he could only accept the immortal as a part of himself. But no, he kept denying Zenryo's
presence, refusing to accept the inevitable. Zenryo couldn't even bring himself to acknowledge the
filth that had once infested Duo's body. He would cleanse it, that was one thing the immortal was
sure of.

"Zenryo?" Nozomi's voice was soft and questioning. He looked up, the violet orbs of
Duo's eyes staring at the girl.

"Yes, Nozomi?"

"I have located Anshin. He is on his way."

"Thank you, please leave me to my silence," Zenryo dismissed the girl with a wave of his
hand. She nodded, and left the room, a scent of rose petals trailing behind her. He intensely disliked
the Battle of Shihai Suru, but he understood its importance. Without it, evil would never be entirely
eliminated, and that was a goal that was worth all the pain and suffering.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________


Rio Di Janeiro

Tsuriai looked out over the city with great interest. The energy that sprang from it, the
freedom, the unrestricted happiness, his host body quivered with anticipation of the Battle of Shihai
Suru. The only fault that he could find was that his host, known as Heero, refused to communicate
with him, or even acknowledge Tsuriai's presence. He had only interacted with the stoic youth
during the first moments of the merging, and that was when he had tried to dislodge Tsuriai's hold on
his body.

But Tsuriai had easily disarmed Heero, and had pushed him into another realm to keep
him from disrupting the mission at hand. Even from the other realm, he could feel the boy's energy
pulsating through him, feeding his soul.

And with the appearance of my companions will my power grow, Tsuriai thought. He
sensed the ancient power of Jikan speeding swiftly towards him, the awesome, barely controlled
energy of Muchitsujo careening closer, and the age-old force of Eien, dancing in and out of existence
as they approached their master.

The feeling was good, he decided, the feeling of other immortals flinging their beings at
him, to serve and protect his ideals. A wave of disgust washed over him, and Tsuriai paused for a
moment, trying to locate the origin. It appeared to be coming from another realm, but that was
impossible. Energy, yes, but not emotions could be sensed from other realms. This boy was obviously
very passionate about something.

Tsuriai opened a gateway between the Earth Realm, and where the boy was being held.
The boy flooded quickly back into his body, trying to reassert control.

No, Tsuriai told the struggling boy, That is not permitted. He waited for a reply, yet
none came. Speak. The boy still resisted his hold on him.

Get out.

He was surprised at the boy's choice of words. What do you mean, 'get out?'

Get out.

Why? Tsuriai asked innocently.

Get out.

Tsuriai left the conversation at that, not really caring if the boy liked his presence or not.
He assumed that with time, Heero would come to accept him as a part of himself. After all, Tsuriai
had all the time in the world.

______________________________

Puda: Weird...... Review.....

Chiron: Weird... Review.........

Cha: Straight-jacket time!!!!!