FS- This story and its prequel, Broken Wings, are dedicated to the
wonderful RagingSilverDragon!
2 years later, after Endless Waltz....
A lone figure stood on a hilltop, looking at the ravaged scene of destruction below them. A small monument was there, testament to the feral warrior who gave her life so the pilots might live, and stop Mariemaia. The monument was pretty, a statue of the NightWolf, with Draconis sitting on his shoulder, swinging her legs with a grin on her face.
A black wolf appeared beside the man. He stooped and rubbed Slash's head. "The others are coming?" Over the years, he had learned some of the wolf speech. "HEERO!!" Heero grimaced and turned. "What, Relena?" The poop- headed princess of peace flounced up, chattering happily. "What are you doing out here in this godforsaken spot, Hee-chan?" The wolf lifted his hackles and began to growl. A light touch from the pilot of 01 made him stop, although he watched her with mistrust.
"Do you see that statue, Relena?" She nodded nervously at his tone. "I know there was a horrible gundam battle here two years ago, and some girl died. She must have been stupid, risking her life like that." Faster than a striking snake, Slash pinned her on the ground. Heero said impassively, "That girl was a gundam pilot. Her gundam was faster than Wing Zero, stronger than all of us, and could have destroyed entire planets without a second thought. Her name was Draconis. She was a wolf-human hybrid, and do you know what else?" She shook her head, getting mud in her hair.
"Draconis was my sister." Relena sputtered, and choked when Slash pressed a paw on her throat. "Slash, let her up. It's not her fault she's a moron." Relena scowled and strutted off. A raucous shout came from the bottom of the hill. "Oy! Heero!" He slowly walked down the knoll, joining the others.
They watched, worried, as Heero trudged towards them. After Draconis had died, he had secluded himself in his room with Slash, mourning with him. Slash had returned blood-spattered, but he had destroyed the entire battalion of mobile suits. He had brought one of Draconis's swords back with him, along with the trench coat.
Heero was wearing the black coat now, with the sword swinging off his hip. When he had emerged from the room, he looked ghastly. His eyes were sunken, rimmed with red, his skin was white, and he depended on Slash to support him. Slash was no better, his ribs were sticking out, his once-glossy coat had lost his luster, but Slash and Heero loved each other like brothers, regardless of species difference. Since then, no one had been able to separate them, least of all Dr. J.
"It's been two years, but it doesn't seem like it, does it?" Duo inquired. Heero didn't answer, just growled to Slash, and walked into the forest. "Man, he didn't talk before, but now its like he's gone, just an empty shell." Wufei commented. Duo's expression was sober, as he started moving into the forest. "I'm gonna see what he does in the forest." The others followed quietly.
Heero had seen Duo talk, but hadn't responded. It wasn't worth it. "Pack- brother, will the pack be happy to see us?" Slash growled, "Yes," and loped ahead. Heero cantered around a tree and leapt into a gully.
Duo watched the conversation and saw Heero jump into a canyon. Heero sniffed the air and pivoted. A white wolf slipped out of the undergrowth. Heero knelt to its level and whispered, "Hello, Frostfur." The wolf gazed on him with eyes of amber and led him to the den. The golden-colored alpha male smiled and sat, his brush waving. The wolf growled, "Hello, Glaciereyes." "Greetings, Dawnclaw."
The pilots watched in amazement as Heero leaned against the rock wall of the den and listened to the wolves. Each of them had learned something of the wolf speech; they had to, living with a teen that hardly ever spoke English, and a full-grown wolf.
"So Heero's name is Glaciereyes. Fitting." Duo whispered. They nodded; Heero's eyes had changed, growing more remote and cold with each passing month. Heero listened to the wolves' account of a highly entertaining hunt, which culminated in the deer escaping, but no matter. They had lots of food around, due to Heero and Slash's efforts to keep the pack well fed.
"Glaciereyes. Call the pack together. We have an announcement. Get the humans behind those trees as well." Dawnclaw requested. Heero stared at the pilots with a blank expression before lifting them easily and plunking them in front of the alpha male.
Heero threw his head back and howled piercingly. Seven wolves melted out of the forest. "Humans. Slash. Wolves. Glaciereyes. It has been two years since the death of Grasseyes, the best hunter we've ever known. However, watch." The leaders said, pointing to the den entrance.
A scuffling noise came; a scraping, and the feral warrior slithered out of the den, blinking in the sunlight. "DRACONIS!" Heero screamed, throwing himself into her arms. "Shh, Odin. I'm here. I didn't die, I was in a coma. The pack didn't know who I was until I woke up." Heero hugged her, leaned back, started yelling, and hugged her fiercely again.
Slash leaped onto her, his eyes flashing like a puppy's. Draconis tumbled backward, holding Heero in one arm and a hyperactive wolf in the other. She shrugged helplessly as she looked at the pilots. Duo was the first to come out of the trance as he shouted and grabbed her, shaking her. "You... you!" "Me me what?' Draconis asked, smiling. "You brave, you wonderful fool! You baka, you.." Words failed him as he stood back, shaking his head in disbelief.
"INJUSTICE!" Wufei shrieked before giving in and hugging her, shouting "INJUSTICE!" the whole time. Quatre laughed before saying formally, "Welcome back to the living." Trowa said nothing, obviously, but smiled as big as he could.
So the pilots, reunited again, walked out of the forest, and into the light and the wind and the clouds.
******OWARI****
2 years later, after Endless Waltz....
A lone figure stood on a hilltop, looking at the ravaged scene of destruction below them. A small monument was there, testament to the feral warrior who gave her life so the pilots might live, and stop Mariemaia. The monument was pretty, a statue of the NightWolf, with Draconis sitting on his shoulder, swinging her legs with a grin on her face.
A black wolf appeared beside the man. He stooped and rubbed Slash's head. "The others are coming?" Over the years, he had learned some of the wolf speech. "HEERO!!" Heero grimaced and turned. "What, Relena?" The poop- headed princess of peace flounced up, chattering happily. "What are you doing out here in this godforsaken spot, Hee-chan?" The wolf lifted his hackles and began to growl. A light touch from the pilot of 01 made him stop, although he watched her with mistrust.
"Do you see that statue, Relena?" She nodded nervously at his tone. "I know there was a horrible gundam battle here two years ago, and some girl died. She must have been stupid, risking her life like that." Faster than a striking snake, Slash pinned her on the ground. Heero said impassively, "That girl was a gundam pilot. Her gundam was faster than Wing Zero, stronger than all of us, and could have destroyed entire planets without a second thought. Her name was Draconis. She was a wolf-human hybrid, and do you know what else?" She shook her head, getting mud in her hair.
"Draconis was my sister." Relena sputtered, and choked when Slash pressed a paw on her throat. "Slash, let her up. It's not her fault she's a moron." Relena scowled and strutted off. A raucous shout came from the bottom of the hill. "Oy! Heero!" He slowly walked down the knoll, joining the others.
They watched, worried, as Heero trudged towards them. After Draconis had died, he had secluded himself in his room with Slash, mourning with him. Slash had returned blood-spattered, but he had destroyed the entire battalion of mobile suits. He had brought one of Draconis's swords back with him, along with the trench coat.
Heero was wearing the black coat now, with the sword swinging off his hip. When he had emerged from the room, he looked ghastly. His eyes were sunken, rimmed with red, his skin was white, and he depended on Slash to support him. Slash was no better, his ribs were sticking out, his once-glossy coat had lost his luster, but Slash and Heero loved each other like brothers, regardless of species difference. Since then, no one had been able to separate them, least of all Dr. J.
"It's been two years, but it doesn't seem like it, does it?" Duo inquired. Heero didn't answer, just growled to Slash, and walked into the forest. "Man, he didn't talk before, but now its like he's gone, just an empty shell." Wufei commented. Duo's expression was sober, as he started moving into the forest. "I'm gonna see what he does in the forest." The others followed quietly.
Heero had seen Duo talk, but hadn't responded. It wasn't worth it. "Pack- brother, will the pack be happy to see us?" Slash growled, "Yes," and loped ahead. Heero cantered around a tree and leapt into a gully.
Duo watched the conversation and saw Heero jump into a canyon. Heero sniffed the air and pivoted. A white wolf slipped out of the undergrowth. Heero knelt to its level and whispered, "Hello, Frostfur." The wolf gazed on him with eyes of amber and led him to the den. The golden-colored alpha male smiled and sat, his brush waving. The wolf growled, "Hello, Glaciereyes." "Greetings, Dawnclaw."
The pilots watched in amazement as Heero leaned against the rock wall of the den and listened to the wolves. Each of them had learned something of the wolf speech; they had to, living with a teen that hardly ever spoke English, and a full-grown wolf.
"So Heero's name is Glaciereyes. Fitting." Duo whispered. They nodded; Heero's eyes had changed, growing more remote and cold with each passing month. Heero listened to the wolves' account of a highly entertaining hunt, which culminated in the deer escaping, but no matter. They had lots of food around, due to Heero and Slash's efforts to keep the pack well fed.
"Glaciereyes. Call the pack together. We have an announcement. Get the humans behind those trees as well." Dawnclaw requested. Heero stared at the pilots with a blank expression before lifting them easily and plunking them in front of the alpha male.
Heero threw his head back and howled piercingly. Seven wolves melted out of the forest. "Humans. Slash. Wolves. Glaciereyes. It has been two years since the death of Grasseyes, the best hunter we've ever known. However, watch." The leaders said, pointing to the den entrance.
A scuffling noise came; a scraping, and the feral warrior slithered out of the den, blinking in the sunlight. "DRACONIS!" Heero screamed, throwing himself into her arms. "Shh, Odin. I'm here. I didn't die, I was in a coma. The pack didn't know who I was until I woke up." Heero hugged her, leaned back, started yelling, and hugged her fiercely again.
Slash leaped onto her, his eyes flashing like a puppy's. Draconis tumbled backward, holding Heero in one arm and a hyperactive wolf in the other. She shrugged helplessly as she looked at the pilots. Duo was the first to come out of the trance as he shouted and grabbed her, shaking her. "You... you!" "Me me what?' Draconis asked, smiling. "You brave, you wonderful fool! You baka, you.." Words failed him as he stood back, shaking his head in disbelief.
"INJUSTICE!" Wufei shrieked before giving in and hugging her, shouting "INJUSTICE!" the whole time. Quatre laughed before saying formally, "Welcome back to the living." Trowa said nothing, obviously, but smiled as big as he could.
So the pilots, reunited again, walked out of the forest, and into the light and the wind and the clouds.
******OWARI****