Saviors

Part 1

Disclamier: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Warning: Shounen ai, Nasty language, Major AU, some violence and knowing me lots of fluff.

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"I'm going to kill him.... Slowly.... Painfully.... While I watch the blood drip from his body."

Ah, but a morbid imagination could be so fun at times! This vision of Wufei bound and helpless as she tortured him to death was a thought that gave Diane much amusement at that moment. Of course she'd never actually harm the raven-haired teen, but that's what an imagination was for. Why not have fun with it. Wufei certainly did deserve these things. This was the fourth time he'd been this late in a week and patience was not one of her virtues.

No doubt that blonde prince had stopped him in the hall. Well, ex-prince, but it all meant the same to her. The man was always distracting her mentor, so he was not in her good graces. She was a serious scholar – most of the time at least. Ever since Milliardo had she and Wufei had gotten next to no work done. If they didn't soon quicken up there pace, they'd be hearing from the university board.

In all reality though, she was very happy that Wufei had finally detached that stick from his ass and was actually enjoying himself for a change. Now if he could just do it on his own spare time instead of during time while the two were supposed to be doing research. There was an entire book on the history of the Lowe family that had to be finished by the end of the year and it wasn't quite half finished. Time was running out!

As she continued to rant mentally, a huffing Wufei ran into the room, bumping into and knocking over the elderly librarian. She laughed as he extracted himself from the mans robes and headed towards her, blush staining his already flushed cheeks.

"Ye Gods Chang, you must not be having the greatest of days," Diane laughed, anger forgotten in light of her friends embarrassment.

He growled and slammed the scrolls onto the table, just about causing the aged parchment to crumble. "If you had to deal with the things I'm forced with you'd keep your mouth shut."

"I take it me assumption of a little Milliardo 'attack' was correct?" Diane had always been a bit of a gossip. Well, more than a bit actually.

"None of your business."

"I'll take that as a yes. No one answers that if they mean no."

The other teen just growled again and started thumping his head of the table, mumbling something about "Nataku". It was actually quite entertaining. Sometimes Wufei would lapse into his home language, and it was always fun to hear to strange words fly from the usually composed boy's mouth. It only happened when Milliardo or Diane was involved, though it didn't happen that often at that.

"You are way to easy to get riled up. Lighten up."

Wufei looked up at her from behind a few loose tendrils of hair, eyes pleading. "Could we just stop this already. You know how I react to certain things, I know it, Milliardo knows it, everyone knows it. Can't we just get to work?"

"No," she looked down her nose at the boy, posture suddenly changing snobbish. "Do you really think I'm going to let you get away without a few details after you made me wait an entire hour for what should have taken ten minutes at most?"

"Like it was my fault," he flared suddenly. That's what was so nice about Wufei. Under that cold exterior was a real temper. "I was chased across the entire university by that arrogant man, then, when I'm finally enjoying myself the true heir of Sank comes sauntering over and interrupts. My reputation must be ruined!"

"Enjoying yourself, eh?" Diane laughed as the other teen clapped his hand over his mouth. "True heir, hmmm? The one that gave up his right to the thrown to become a healer, I suppose. I've always wondered how he could give up all the wealth to become a servant of the people."

Okay, that was a hint, and none too subtle. She wanted to meet this prince. Wufei was perfect to introduce them. Milliardo was the prince's cousin after all and she knew perfectly well that the long blonde haired man would do anything for Wufei, even if he wouldn't even admit it to himself.

"No."

"I never even asked anything."

"I said no."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Pleeeease? I'll quit bugging you."

"NO!"

"Fine. I'll just keep bugging you then. Ya know, Milliardo looks pretty damn good when in the practice yard. Ya ever see him go down there? I mean, just a few days ago, I went down and there he was, shirtless, his hair held loosely back from his face, all sweaty from his exertions…"

"Enough!" Wufei had turned about as red as a tomato and she was fairly certain he was fighting off a nosebleed. The exact impact she'd been aiming for. "I'll take you to meet him… if you promise me never to bring this topic up again."

"It's a deal." A grin plastered to her face, Diane hopped to her feet and pulled the oriental youth to his. She was off and down the corroder before realizing that she didn't know the way.

"Ummm… 'Fei, where are we going."

"Stupid woman… This way."

This time he took the lead, allowing her to skip along beside her. "Prince Quatre has three other young men with him. One, I believe, is his lover and the other two mere friends. Of course I could have been reading them wrong."

"I doubt that," she assured. "You've never judged wrong."

The rest of the way was held in silence until they reached the room. It was Milliardo's, she knew. The girl could have led the way, but hadn't known it at the time. As Wufei was about to knock, the door was opened and Milliardo just about ran full force into the young man.

That's when she heard a familiar voice and poked her head in to see if she wasn't seeing phantoms.

"DUO??!"

The violet-eyed boy turned from the darker youth he'd been speaking to, body tensed, eyes gone wide.

"Blade…"

TBC…

Shade: Crap… Been a long time, eh? Thought I'd completely lost all inspiration for this fic, but it's seems to have come back, and just in time for Christmas! The whole Blade/Diane thing has been planned from the start. Next chapter I'll explain how she got working at the university with 'Fei.