Title: Mysterious Waltz
Series: Gundam Wing
Author: Snow Tigra
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 1x2x1, 3x4x3 (more to come)
Warnings: AU, crossover, insanity (but in a good way), gods, priests, priestesses, cliché thugs and butchered history lessons, implied rape :(.
Spoilers: small spoilers for Fushigi Yuugi
Archive: Fanfiction.net, Insane Gundam Yaoi Crossover Page

Mysterious Waltz:
A Gundam Wing / Fushigi Yuugi Crossover

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. And the plot is loosely based off Fushigi Yuugi. I wish I owned it. Oh, I really wish I did. But I don't. So please don't sue me… or I'll write more just to spite you! *grins*

By: Snow Tigra (with large amounts of help from Khadaji and Jo-san and Stardancer!)

Part 2:

**

Quatre breathed in quick gasps as he rushed around the corner of the nearest building, nearly falling to his knees then just giving in and collapsing in exhaustion. He lay there for a moment, gulping air hungrily as his heart beat heavily and his legs ached. As he lay there breathing he listened to the people around him. The small alley way he'd raced into was completely empty, save for a few scattered barrels and crates, and he could hear the people on the major street just beyond. He knew he was lucky they were so close to what looked like a village and the slave traders wouldn't have followed him, would they?

Swallowing hard Quatre forced himself to stand up and brushed the dust and sand from his school uniform. Creeping slowly to the corner he peered beyond the buildings to where he and Trowa had been.

The sun shown brightly overhead, illuminating the large area of flat ground just beyond the city. The ground was all rocks and sand, save for a few scattered bits of thin brush. He squinted and peered around but there was no one. Both the slave traders and the emerald-eyed boy were gone. Quatre sighed and dropped backward to sit on top a empty crate, leaning his back against the cool stone wall.

"I hope he made it away from them." He whispered softly. "He's probably in the city right now looking for me."

Jumping down from the crate Quatre walked over to the edge of the alley facing the city streets, and stopped, staring in amazement. The city before him looked like it was right out of an old fantasy novel. The city streets were lined with a mixture of houses made of stone and mud while small booths sat outside each door, various people selling their wares. Pots, food, clothing, you name it there was a booth for it. All the people who walked by wore loose clothing of robes and loose pants. Everything was old styled and the people spoke and moved just like they were out of one of the many fantasy novels Quatre had read. His eyes widened.

In his mind he could remember the library, and what had happened just before they disappeared into the red light. The book had cracked open and there had been a picture of four figures dressed in long ornate robes. Quatre shook his head and blinked.

"I'm in the book? That can't be right!"

Quatre stepped out of the alley and began to wander the streets, looking around at the sights. The longer he walked around the city the more his suspicions were confirmed. The clothing the people wore and the way they acted, it was all so perfect. Straight out of a book. He had to be inside the book or at some strange new amusement park. Though, given the strange circumstances and the light from the book, he was willing to bet it was the book and not an amusement park.

Stopping by a rather ornately decorated wall Quatre leaned against it and chewed on his lower lip, trying to think. He noticed the people stared at him and their expressions certainly weren't something that could have been faked. He imagined he looked rather strange in his black and white school uniform with the green tie, something they'd never seen before. His clothes were a sharp contrast to the long robes, sashes and sandals. Not to mention that they all wore tunics and most had their hair long while Quatre kept his cut quite short. Loosening his tie he sighed and used it to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"It certainly is hotter here," he commented quietly. Glancing around he spotted a small spot of shade and went to stand in it, planning on watching the crowd of passer-bys for any sign of Trowa and further clues as to where exactly he was. "If I wait here long enough he has to pass by eventually."

As he stood there and watched the group of people, a cloaked figure ducked around the corner of the ornate wall and raced forward, bumping straight into Quatre before he could be warned. Both were knocked to the ground and the other boy's hood was knocked away, revealing a head of mustled and unruly brown hair. Quatre rubbed his head and sat up.

The boy jumped up instantly and his stunning cobalt blue colored eyes locked with Quatre. "You never saw me, if you say anything I will kill you." He hissed in a threatening voice. Then, as quickly as he had appeared, the boy disappeared around the corner and the alley way was silent once more.

Quatre just sat there and blinked in confusion at what had happened. He'd barely had time to react before the boy disappeared. Yet he had heard the threat from the boy, he'd heard that quite clearly. The confusion quickly wore off and Quatre stood up just in time to see another person round the corner of the wall, though this time it was a woman dressed in embroidered finery and she was walking at a hurried yet dainty pace. Her light blue eyes immediately set of Quatre, and she gave him a strange look from his clothing. Shrugging she walked over to him, carrying her robes so they didn't brush against the dusty ground.

"Did a young man pass by here minutes ago? I'm afraid I've lost track of him. He's about your height with short brown hair and…"

Quatre shook his head, remembering the boy's warning. The woman nodded slowly and started to walk past him heading for the corner the cloaked boy had turned down. Quatre frowned and quickly reached out to touch her arm. She whirled around and jerked it back from him.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" she demanded heatedly. Quatre swallowed hard.

"I just remembered, I did see someone, but they were wearing a cloak so I don't know if it was who you were looking for. But they went down that alley, going too fast for me to see." Quatre pointed down the alley opposite of the one the cloaked boy had taken.

A bright smile slid across the woman's face. "Thank you so much!" Turning she raced down the alley where Quatre had pointed, her skirts held from the ground. "Heero-sama!!" she cried out happily as she quickly disappeared.

As soon as she was gone Quatre heard the boy in the cloak walk back round the corner, his hood still down. He glared angrily at Quatre. "I told you not to tell her anything," he snarled.

Quatre's eyes widened. "But she would have followed you if I hadn't said anything-" Quatre's voice dropped off as the boy pushed back his cloak to reveal a long sword and unsheathed it. He quickly backed away but his back hit a wall. Quatre flinched and turned away, shutting his eyes in fear as the boy raised his sword in anger.

"Omae o korosu," he hissed.

He brought it down quickly when suddenly the alley way was filled with a bright red light. The boy's sword was ripped from his grip and thrown across the alley by some invisible force so strong that it lodged the sword deep in the stone wall. The boy's eyes widened.

"Priestess?" he whispered in surprise.

Quatre slowly opened his eyes and watched in amazement as the red glow around him faded away into nothing. Opening his eyes fully he glanced at the confused boy in the cloak and the sword lodged in the stone wall across the alley. Wordlessly he watched as the boy retrieved his sword and raised it to attack again. This time Quatre kept his eyes opened and watched as the bright red light flared to life around him, and the sword was thrown across the alley once more, this time clattering to the ground.

"The priestess of Suzaku? It can't be… who are you? Where did you come from?" The boy demanded angrily.

Quatre glanced at him warily. "My name is Quatre Winner."

The boy frowned. "And you are the one of legend? The priestess-" He stopped to correct himself. "Priest of Suzaku?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Quatre fell silent as the boy turned and retrieved his sword once more, though this time he sheathed it safely in his belt. Quatre gave a small sigh of relief as the boy moved to the cloak to hide his weapon.

"Come with me," the boy ordered.

"Why?"

The boy's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Because I order it so."

Quatre swallowed and nodded, not willing to trust his life to that strange red light again just yet. Better to avoid a confrontation all together. So he followed the boy around the large ornate the wall to a thick wooden gate. Two guards stood at the gate and they quickly dropped into deep bows before the boy in the cloak.

"Your highness!"

The boy nodded to each of them briefly without saying a word.

Quatre's eyes widened. "Your highness?" He glanced at the boy, the fear plain in his eyes. "You're royalty?"

The boy shot Quatre a glare out of the corner of his eyes as the guards opened the gates and bowed once more. He lead Quatre in through the door, which shut behind them with a resounding slam. Quatre followed him up the stairs, staying completely silent and just watching his surroundings. They had entered what looked like an imperial palace, which would mean that this boy wasn't just royalty. Quatre had the sneaking suspicion that this kid was actually the Emperor judging by how the guards reacted at the door and the reaction of the servants they passed on their way to what looked like the throne room. Quatre stopped in the doorway and just stared as the boy took off his cloak to reveal ornately decorated robes and took a seat on the throne.

Quatre's mouth hung open as he looked around the room, his wide eyes taking in the intricate wood carvings and elegant statues of various figures and gods. Servants bustled back and forth, always stopping to bow to the boy, then hurried off to their various jobs. Thick tapestries and bright colored pieces of fabric hung from the high curved ceiling to brush against the floor and waver as a soft, cool breeze flowed through the room. Quatre's eyes finally drifted away from the scenery and settled on the boy, who sat in his throne watching Quatre quietly with interest.

Quatre finally sighed. "I'm confused," he stated rather plainly, feeling quite stupid for making such a simple admission.

"Understandable. I apologize for my earlier act of anger, it was… uncalled for."

"Who are you? And… where are we?"

"My name is Heero. I am the Emperor of the kingdom of Konan. This is my palace." Heero made a slight wave of his hand, meant to encompass and refer to everything surrounding them.

"I still don't know what's going on. Wait… Konan? I am in ancient China?"

Heero nodded, his face passive and blank. "There is a legend that has been passed down through the ages in my kingdom that says one day a person from another world will arrive. That person will in turn be granted the power of Suzaku in order to make their wishes come true and save this kingdom." Heero finished and looked at Quatre with a sort of expectancy.

Quatre just returned a confused look.

Furrowing his brows, Heero seemed to ponder something for a moment, then he nodded lightly to himself. "Come." Heero stood up and walked to a small wooden chest beside his throne. Quatre walked over and stood beside him as he knelt down and opened the chest, revealing a neatly rolled red scroll. Heero took out the scroll and carefully unrolled it. Glancing at Quatre he began to read the words printed on the page.

"There by the one of legend appeared in the land of Konan, destined to discover the stars of Suzaku and make her dreams come true. This is the story of a young girl who, after she came to possess the stars of Suzaku, made her dreams come true." He glanced to Quatre for a reaction.

"Ok, that sounds just like the book I read in the library, but I still don't understand why you think I'm the one in the story. I mean… it's talking about a girl."

Heero nodded slowly. "You are from another world, correct? Your clothes are different from anything I've ever seen and you don't know where you are, yet Konan is a large and famous area, even in distant empires. If you were from my world you would know of my empire."

"Are you saying that I'm supposed to be… a priestess?"

"Yes. The red light that surrounded you when I tried to kill you before was unmistakably the power of Suzaku."

Quatre sighed softly and shook his head. "You must have made a mistake. I can't be a priestess… I'm a guy!"

"I *don't* make mistakes!" Heero stated in a deadly cold voice.

"But…"

Heero shot Quatre an angry glare and he shut up quickly. "If you do not believe me, then perhaps this will convince you." Heero rolled up the scroll and handed it to Quatre. Quatre glanced at the words on the outside of the scroll and read them out loud.

"The Universe of the Four Gods." Quatre's jaw dropped open and his throat grew dry as he choked out the words below the title. "Suzaku. Quatre… Winner."

Quatre slowly handed the scroll back to Heero with shaking hands, afraid of dropping it. It couldn't be. How was it possible that his name was inscribed on an old yellowed scroll in a world he'd never been to before? There was just no way that was possible.

"You are the Priest of Suzaku," Heero spoke quietly.

Quatre swallowed hard, he couldn't find any reason to debate that simple statement.

**

The lady Relena stepped back into the palace, her face arranged in a deep pout. Once again Emperor Heero had gotten away from her, and she'd even chased him beyond the palace this time. If she didn't know better she would have said that the young emperor was actually trying to avoid her or something along those lines. But then again why would he do a thing like that? After all he was the one who had originally accepted her into his harem as a peace offering from a neighboring empire so he had no reason to race away from her. It just wasn't proper behavior for an emperor to run away from the women in his harem.

Sighing to herself she turned down the garden walkway which led to the main building for the ladies of the harem. "I just don't understand," she murmured quietly to herself. Stopping in midstep she leaned against the railing of the small bridge over the garden's pond and stared down into the water. "Why does he keep doing this?" she asked her reflection angrily.

"Maybe it's because you're as dense as a rock, ojo-san?"

Relena looked up in surprise to see another woman sitting at the edge of the pond right next to the bridge. This woman was dressed in palace finery much like Relena, with her long chestnut colored hair coiled intricately upon her head. Deep violet eyes focused on Relena and a mischievous smirk slid across her face.

Relena clutched her hands into fists and glared back at the other woman angrily. "And just how would you know what I was talking about?" Despite her obvious anger Relena was trying her best to stay calm. If it weren't for the fact that she'd been raised properly in a royal household she would have decked this particularly annoying woman long ago. But no, Relena had always been taught to not hurt others, so she restrained herself, but just barely.

The other woman stood up from her place beside the pond and walked up on to the bridge, stopping to lean against the railing behind Relena. She idly played with a loose lock of her shining chestnut colored hair as she continued to smirk.

"Everyone knows what you're talking about, ojo-san, even him."

Relena narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to yell, yet she caught herself. Taking a deep breath she forced her anger down and spoke in a calm voice. "I would appreciate it if you did not call me that, Lady Duo."

Duo chuckled and shrugged. "Whatever you say, Relena-*sama*."

"Exactly," Relena replied, standing up straight and smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in her dress. "And you better get used to it, because that's what you'll be calling me when I become the Emperor's wife, that is of course assuming I even let you near the palace again." With those words Relena turned away from Duo and walked across the bridge and down the garden path.

"Truly hopeless," Duo muttered softly to herself.

"Excuse me," The voice of a servant attracted Duo's attention from behind as she raced across the bridge and stopped next to her. "Lady Duo… the Emperor has requested you and Lady Relena join him in his chambers."

Duo frowned and raised an eyebrow, curiously. "Both of us?" She glanced across the garden to where Relena was slowly walking away, pretending not to eavesdrop on the situation. "Why would he possibly want to see that basket case when half the time he's running away from her?" Yet Duo shrugged away her own question before the servant could offer an answer. "Ok, tell him we'll be right there."

The servant bowed quickly and turned on her heels, rushing back for the Emperor's room. Meanwhile Duo turned to yell after Relena.

"Hey!" she called after Relena. "Ojo-san! Get back here!"

Relena balled up her fists and whirled around angrily, unable to hold in the rage this time. "Stop calling me that!" She spat out, stamping her foot. Narrowing her eyes Relena picked up her skirts and walked back toward Duo. "What do you want now?" she demanded.

Duo made a face at her. "Oh don't even pretend you weren't listening in on the conversation. You heard her, Heero-sama wants to see both of us in his chambers."

Relena frowned and made a disgusted face. "Both of us? In his chambers?" She didn't even need to finish the thought, she and Duo were thinking the exact same thing. Why both of them? And why his chambers? The Emperor never called the women of the harem to his chambers.

"That's what he said, apparently." For a moment Duo's face mirrored the disgust and confusion from Relena's then she shrugged it off. There was no point in making such obscure assumptions. If the Emperor wanted to sleep with two of his harem women at the same time that was his choice, which meant that the women had nothing to say in the matter. Duo shrugged off the thought quickly, she decided there was no point in making assumptions until the Emperor's true intentions were made clear.

While Duo pondered over what the servant's message had implied Relena spotted her chance. Clutching her skirts she raced past Duo at a hurried pace, straight for the Emperor's chambers. Duo noticed a second later and grabbed her skirts, practically jumping in pursuit. There was no way she was going to let Relena corner Heero-sama against a wall again, not if she could help it!

"Hey! Wait up!"

**

Trowa opened his eyes, the world slowly coming into focus around him. Without moving he glanced around at his unfamiliar surroundings in wonder. He found he was lying on a very soft bed in a richly decorated room. Tapestries of royal and light blue covered the walls along with intricate wood work and a statue of a large Chinese style dragon sat in the far corner. It looked like some sort of shrine.

Trowa sat up in bed and grimaced as his entire body cried out in pain. Lifting the blankets he found himself naked and well bruised from head to toe. He felt like he'd been thrown to the ground and… Trowa laid back in the bed and furrowed his bows at the unspoken thought. His entire body hurt, and he was barely even moving. Had he been…

"What happened to me? Why does everything hurt so much?"

The last thing he remembered was the strange book in the library and that blond boy named Quatre. They'd looked at the book and there was this strange red light… then they'd appeared in a strange land far away from the library.

"We were attacked," Trowa murmured softly as he remembered the slave traders. He remembered trying to fight them off as Quatre ran but they'd beaten him, and then they'd knocked him out.

Trowa closed his eyes and held his head, trying to remember what happened after that. His mind offered up dark pictures of bodies in a dark cell… flickering candle light… the hot and sweat filled smell of someone above him…

Trowa blinked open his eyes and grimaced, suddenly feeling sick. Sitting up in the bed once more he hugged himself against the disgusting feeling that spread across his body. He could still feel that unfamiliar figure above him. The stench of sweat, of his hot breath. Trowa closed his eyes and forced away the image, taking a few deep breaths.

After taking a few moments to calm down Trowa returned his attention to his current situation. He was lying in a richly decorated room and wasn't bound by chains and ropes. Making a break from the room and disappearing before others returned was certainly possible, if it weren't for the fact that his clothes were no where in sight, and running around wrapped in a sheet would draw attention.

Across the room from him the large oak door slid open to reveal a tall man dressed in scaled armor and rich clothing. Trowa's eyes immediately went to the man but he filled with relief as he realized it couldn't have been the one he remembered. The man from his disturbing memories was much larger then this one. Trowa's eyes moved from the man's face to a pile of neatly folded clothing in his hands.

"I see you are awake," spoke the man in a soft voice. Crossing the room he set the pile of clothing on the bed then retreated back across the room with a short bow. He was obviously giving plenty of room to Trowa, trying to set him at ease.

Trowa frowned. "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"You are in the Imperial Palace of Kuto." He replied with another sort bow and a wave of his hand. "I am called Zechs."

Silently Trowa mused over Zechs' words in his mind, and watched the older blond man. He didn't trust him one bit, but then again Trowa wasn't in the mood to really trust anyone at the moment. "How did I get here?" Trowa's eyes narrowed slightly. "Did you buy me from those slave traders?"

"No."

Zechs leaned backward against the wall and his face creased with a slight amount of worry and concern. "You were bought by another, by the name of Treize. Unfortunately we were not able to reach you in time."

Trowa nodded slowly, his mind calling up the scattered images from before. He shook his head briefly to get rid of them. "He gave me… these injuries?"

Zechs nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid your clothes were destroyed in your… encounter with Treize. I hope these will do." He motioned toward the folded pile of clothing lying on the bed next to Trowa.

Leaning forward slightly Trowa moved around the clothing. The cloth was rich and soft, obviously palace finery. Like the room and Zechs' attire the outfit was a combination of blues and greens. Trowa frowned slightly, wondering if the color of blue had any real significance. "Did you find another boy like me? Shorter, with blond hair?"

"No, I don't recall any such boy. If he were dressed as you were we would have heard of him. News of rare slaves travels quickly."

Trowa nodded, that made sense. But if Zechs had not heard of Quatre then that meant there was a good chance Quatre had gotten away from the slave traders. Still, Trowa wasn't sure if that situation was any better. They both certainly weren't in their world any more, so virtually anything could have happened to Quatre… even something worse than what had apparently happened to himself. Trowa shuddered slightly at the thought and quickly dismissed it.

"If you wish I will have my servants search him out. The empire is large but we should have no trouble finding one in your clothes with blond hair."

"Yes, if you could."

"Of course." Zechs gave a short bow. "I'm afraid there are matters I must attend to. The palace is open to you, however given your current state I would request you stay within the walls. It is likely that if you stray beyond the palace walls you will run into Trieze's men."

"I understand." Trowa murmured softly.

Zechs nodded and exited through the door, closing it behind him.

For a moment Trowa just sat in bed, glancing at the clothes which lay before him. Taking a deep breath he pushed himself out of the bed, despite the protests of his aching body, and slowly worked himself into the blue robes. Despite the seemingly large amount of them they were surprisingly light and comfortable. Not to mention that the cool silk felt comforting against his bruised body. Testing out his legs he moved slowly around the room and walked over toward the shrine.

Trowa knelt down in front of the shrine to get a better look at the dragon figurine. It was a beautifully crafted Chinese style dragon swirling out of a crystal blue lake. Trowa's eyes traveled down the statue to find engraved letters on the front of the shrine.

"The Guardian of Seriyu?"

Trowa furrowed his brows. "Strange."

**

Zechs passed through the hallways, his cloak whispering against the ground. As he walked another form fell into step behind him, covered in shadows and walking with silent steps. Zechs continued down the hallway for a moment not seeming to notice the other then spoke softly, still walking.

"There was another boy with him."

"So I heard," replied the shadow behind him in an equally soft, yet calm voice. "You should not have used my name."

Zechs gave a shrug and turned down another empty hallway. "It may come in handy in the future for him to know who 'bought' him, rather than some shadowy figure he will never see." Zechs smirked slightly as he stopped before a large iron bolted door. He turned back to his shadowy companion. "Do you supposed the other boy is likely to have powers of one of the four gods as well?"

The shadow rubbed his chin for a moment in thought. "That would stand to reason, certainly. Nevertheless we should not underestimate either of them."

"Yes, have the servants start looking for him immediately and assign someone to keep an eye on our guest. I do not want him leaving the palace. We can not afford for him to disappear. Not yet."

The shadow nodded and stepped back, melding in with the shadows of the wall. Meanwhile Zechs entered the iron doored room, shutting it securing behind him.

**
Quatre - Preist of Suzaku
Trowa - A student who got sucked into the book with Quatre
Catherine - Trowa's twin sister
Heero - Emperor of Konan, Suzaku warrior
Duo - Female in Heero's harem, a Suzaku warrior
Relena - Also a female in Heero's harem and a Suzaku Warrior
Zechs - Mysterious man who rescued Trowa from the slave market