Flawed Reflections (Prologue)

by Mrs Chang

Warnings: Angst, AU, Murder, Shonen-ai, Role Reversing, and slight bastardization of some characters

Pairings: 2x1, 4x3, 5x?, 6x9, 13x11

Disclaimer: The Author does not own Gundam Wing, nor any characters therein. This is a work of fiction, and is not written for profit.

Author's Notes: Well, here it is... the beginning of my AU fic. This fic is inspired, in part, by Madam Hyrda's fic "Double Vision". I've tried to write a story that gives the reader an idea of what some of the Gundam Wing characters would be like if the roles were reversed.

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"I can't believe there are so many," crackled Duo's voice over the intercom.

"They must have been expecting us," answered Wufei, who was clearly angry beyond his typical standards. "Less talking, more fighting, please."

The battle raged on, and there seemed no end to the Leos they battled. As soon as one was destroyed, another took its place. Even Heero was beginning to fatigue from the battle.

Wufei was concentrating so hard on the Leo before him that he didn't see the Aries approach from behind and fire, aiming for the weakened area on the Gundam's armor. By the time he realized what was happening, Wufei slammed into the slide of the cockpit as a result of the tremendous force of the blow only second before the Gundam hit the ground with a resounding crash. A white-hot pain shot through Wufei's body as he slumped against the vidscreen of the cockpit.

The black-haired pilot heard Duo's frantic voice calling to him over the intercom, and then everything faded into black...

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Pain.

Light.

Noise.

Muddled thoughts limped their way through Wufei's mind as he came to. It hurt to move, to breathe, even. Cautiously opening his eyes, Wufei found that he was no longer in the semi-darkness of Shenlong's cockpit, but rather the blinding light of a summer day.

Odd. It had been raining during the battle...

He was laying on the ground, on his stomach. That much, he was sure of. Groaning, he tried to roll over, only to be jolted by the white-hot pain that shot through his leg. He definately wasn't going anywhere on his own *any* time soon.

The noise which had roused him was getting louder. Someone was coming his way. Correction: a lot of someones. Ever so slowly turning his head, Wufei looked in the direction from which the sound was coming. What he saw was truly odd.

Drawing ever nearer to him was a group of people on horseback. He guessed there were maybe 10 riders, all of whom were in centuries-old garb. Wufei decided that either someone was playing a very strange joke, or he was hallucinating.

The group was now only yards from him. One of the first riders, whom, Wufei noted, possessed white, feathery wings, seem to notice Wufei and remark to one of his companions about his presence. The group halted, and the winged-one dismounted, and then assisted the other, a woman, as she dismounted as well.

The woman stepped hastily toward him, while the other was rather cautious in his approach. Wufei thought he caught a glimpse of a chestnut braid before fatigue forced him to close his eyes. /Duo?/ he wondered.

The woman knelt next to Wufei and looked him over; looking for injuries, no doubt. Wufei groaned a little; a dull ache was beginning to creep into him. The black-haired pilot felt a hand on his cheek.

"Don't move," said the woman. "You're badly injured."

Through sheer will-power, Wufei managed to open his eyes. The woman addressing him looked down at him with gentle, compassionate eyes as dark as his own. Her hair, a lustrous black, was pulled away from her face.

A thought so shocking that it made Wufei's head hurt came rushing into his mind.

/Meiran? Alive?!/

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