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Author's note: Okay, don't flame me, but this is my first attempt at yaoi/shonen-ai ... as far as I know of the pairing system, it's 1+2, and 3x4 ...Maybe..... o.o;;;;; okay! Anyway! please read and review!!!!!

Gundam Wing: The Five Saviors
Chapter three: Orion and the White Wolf


The blonde, Arabian knife thrower aimed three daggers at the clown against the target board. His heart beat in his ears as he focused all of his concentration into this moment. He was a very good performer, and never missed, but he always carried the seeds of worry for his dear friend, who's life currently rested in his hands.The crowd was silent, awaiting the verdict of the daring knife thrower. With a flick of the wrist, the boy sent the daggers at his friend and victim.

The crowd held the breath. They watched in anticipation.

Thunk! Thunk thunk!

The crowd let out a cheer as the daggers landed against the board, one by the clown's arm, another by his shoulder, and one that came dangerously close to hitting his head. He was untied by his trusted friend and they both took a bow, clearing the way for the next daring show.

When they were backstage, the blonde smiled at his partner, who was removing his half-mask. "Are you okay Trowa? I thought I might have hit you with that last dagger."

The clown turned looked at him with one dazzling green eye from beneath his single, long bang. "I'm fine, Quatre. You didn't hit me."

Quatre smiled and leaned over, embracing his friend and lover in a hug. "I'm glad you're okay."

Trowa allowed himself a smile as he hugged the blonde back. "Save your worry to a time when it's needed."

Quatre smiled then blinked, noticing the darkness outside. "Uh...Trowa...it's... um... getting dark...don't you think...?"

Trowa looked at the night and nodded, reluctantantly ending their embrace. "Yes... we should. We're running low on food, as well as other supplies..."



In their wagon, Trowa changed into his hunting gear.He wore a leather tunic without any sleeves, exposing his lean, muscled frame, and brown pants with dear-hide boots. He took two daggers, sticking them in his boots. He put on his belt with two short swords hanging horizontally with his waist. Without any effort, he lifted his great broadsword onto his back, along with his bow and arrows. He never felt their weight.

Among his coworkers, his name was Trowa Barton, a name he took long ago. But, to the experianced hunters and marksmen, he was the great Orion, lord of the woods. He never killed without a prayer, and always killed for food and tools. He never let a piece of an animal go unused.

Quatre, who shared the wagon with him, began to undress. He knew the clouds would part soon, and he couldn't afford to rip his clothes again. Only when he was fully undressed and naked did he move into the view of the open window, the moonlight shining down on him. He dropped to his knees, then to all fours, as he began to breath heavily.

He moaned with pain as he felt his organs and bones rearrange. The only thing keeping him from dying was this curse. His hands shrunk and shriveled until they were only nubs, reforming into hairless paws. his nails grew outward and thicker, as well as sharper. His feet went through the same transformation. A skinny tail emerged from the end of his spine as fur began to appear on his body.

His knees reversed as his legs adjusted their position. His head began it's change. His ears sharpened and began to move to the top of his head. His eyes narrowed, his calm, loving blue eyes turning into the eyes of a wild animal, although the blue never left. His teeth sharpened as his mouth extended outward, becoming a muzzle.

In a few moments, his transformation was complete, and the pain was washed away by the warm sensation that followed his transformations. He stood, at ease in his new form, as a wolf. But not just any wolf. A blue-eyed, white wolf. He looked over at his friend, his lover, his master, for instructions.

Trowa walked over and bent down, tying a pack onto his faithful friend. Quatre looked around, a little impatient. These hunts were what he always looked forward to.Trowa put clothes and overnight materials in the pack, in case they couldn't make it back in time.

The tall, uni-banged hunter opened the door to the wagon as his four-legged companion trotted out. He followed, closing the door carefully. Then both walked into the forest, niether making a sound.



Trowa watched the bush twenty-five meters ahead of him carefully. He could see the wild turkey within, he lnew it sensed danger, it's impending death. Silently, swiftly, He took out his bow and notched an arrow, taking aim. Then he started his silent prayer, heard only by the wolf beside him.

"I kill for need, not of want.I beg the forgiveness of this creature who's life I am about to cut short.His meat will be used as food...his bones, for tools. His feathers, for my arrows. He will not be wasted. Once again, I ask for forgiveness."

With that, he let the arrow loose. He watched as it sunk into the side of the turkey. He felt it's pain, before Quatre leapt forward and onto the creature, snapping it's neck to end it's misery. The hunter stood and walked over.

He carefully removed his arrow, not damaging his weapon or the creature. Then he tied the dead turkey onto Quatre's back. It was then he saw a smoke stack not too far away.

He stood and looked in the direction of the trailing smoke. "Hm...these forests are strictly forbidden.... Shall we check it out, Quatre?"

The wolf answered with a low growl, giving his agreement. With that, the two headed towards the fire.

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That be it for this installment, please, as always, review! C-ya in the next chap!