What if Myth
By Prinder
A gundam wing fan fiction
Rating: PG 13- R for swearing, violent situations and POSSIBLY some suggestive dialog
Summery: a 'what if' story. What if the gundam pilots were living in a fantasy world, with myth, magic, mystery and monsters. This is what I think their lives would be like.
Notes: this is a non-yaoi, AU, action/romance story
Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing or any of its characters. I also do not own Felina or Jasmine they were so gratefully lent to me by my dear role-playing friend Ashley.
Claimer: I DO own Fiora and JinChi, so please don't use them unless you ask me first. Thank you!
Keys:
"…" Denotes Speech
'…' Denotes Thought
(Notes from me)
Chapter 8
"Maxwell! I was hoping that it was you!" Exclaimed the platinum blonde youth as he embraced his longhaired friend in a warm hug that all but knocked the braided boy over.
"Hey, Prince Quatre, it's been a long time, eh?" Duo's voice gasped out as his lungs slowly ran out of air.
"…Oh! Dear me, I'm sorry" Quatre chuckled as he released his friend from what had become a rather strong chokehold.
"Ah! Not a problem! Don't worry about it!" Duo replied as he swallowed air as quickly as possible for what would be the second time that day.
Fiora sat sidesaddle on an all white horse snickering at the scene before her.
"Oh dear, it appears that I've embarrassed you in front of thy Lady, Maxwell" Quatre said, sounding genuinely sorry for what happened.
"Oh! I forgot! Prince, no wait! KING Quatre, this is Lady Fiora. Lady this is King Quatre, the good friend that I told you about" Duo said with a low bow to Quatre and a hand to Fiora to help her off of her horse.
"Actually, I haven't been crowned yet, so I am, technically, still a prince" Quatre said, trying to be humble.
Fiora cleared her throat as she covered her mouth delicately with the side of her hand as she pretended to compose herself before bowing slowly onto her knees before rising up once again with a small smile spread across her face as she said, "It's an honor your Majesty, truly it is" and bowed once again.
"Please, no need for formalities here, I'd like you both to meet my dear friend, and perhaps more, Princess Jasmine, of the Green Isles" Quatre said as he motioned Jasmine forward with his hand on hers.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both, Earl Maxwell, Lady Fiora," she said quietly, almost in a whisper.
"Please! The pleasure is all ours Princess!" Duo said and he took Jasmine's hand and gave it a soft, feather light kiss.
Quatre, after conversing with them some more, ushered his friends into the throne room and out of the noonday sun's blistering heat.
"Earl, what brings you here after so long? I don't think I've seen you in forever!" Quatre asked, once they had all settled in.
"When I heard that your dad had died so suddenly, I left at once to get here. I know that you really must need a friend right now and I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help you" Duo replied with a bight and contagious smile that spread like a wild fire to the others.
"You're too kind, thank you, Maxwell" Quatre said with a teary smile upon his face.
"Your Majesty, just call me Duo, we are friends after all" Duo said as he flipped his braid off of his shoulder.
"Yes, of course Duo, and I would greatly appreciate it if you called me Quatre" he replied, smiling happily.
"Quatre and I were going to be traveling to the Cinq Kingdom for a party at the castle. Would you two like to join us? I'm sure that you, Duo, and Quatre would love to have time to catch up," Jasmine said with a gentle expression on her face.
"Well, I really don't think that we could…" Fiora said.
"We would love to join you!" Duo said, cutting Fiora off.
"Wonderful! I'm afraid that if we are to make it on time, we will have to leave by early morning, that's not a problem, right?" Quatre asked, unsure of him self.
"Well actually…" Fiora started again.
"No! Not a problem at all! We'll be ready whenever you are!" Duo said, once again cutting Fiora's sentence short.
'Damned moron won't let me finish! I have to stay here or my Dad's ship could leave without me! And if that happens…oh great! Now I'm worrying! I'm not supposed to worry! …It's him! He's the one making me do this! It's all his fault! Payback is most defiantly called for! What the hell is wrong with me? I should've been long gone by now, just give him the clothes and be off! But NO! I just HAD to get mixed up in all of this! Damn my bad luck! Why me?' Fiora thought as she fought the urge to kick Duo and herself.
*****
The agreement was, to Wong's joy, that she and Wufei stay in the Cinq Kingdom, to unsure that all trades go well, and that, if need be, a translator for both Chinese and English could be found without having to worry weather or not the merchants had brought one along. This also pleased Wufei, although he never admitted it, he had also grown to have more then just a slight loathing for the sea and it's ships. And so it came to pass that they would stay in the courts of King Milliardo and represent their own land of the east.
And so the boredom had set in and Wufei found himself wandering the castle grounds, missing his books for, while he could speak English, he could not read it half as well as his own language.
"Master Wufei?" Wong, apparently, had decided to take it upon herself to wake the young master out of his trance.
"Hum?"
"King Milliardo summons us, he has informed me that there are honored guests that he invited here, to celebrate the treaty, that they would wish our presence in the throne room" She replied with a bow. They strangely didn't seem to fight quite as often as they used to, weather that was because of the feeling of being so out of place, or the works of a lovely Chinese ghost, Wufei couldn't tell for certain.
"Master Wufei, is there something troubling you?" Wong questioned when she didn't obtain an answer from her enquiry.
"It doesn't concern you"
"Very well Master Wufei, but we must leave now"
"Fine" he said as he abruptly stood up and strode swiftly to the throne room.
'He is harboring far too many secrets, it will cause ill-health if be does not let them go' she thought as she followed slowly behind.
"Miss Wong, Why do you seem so sad?" Princess Relena said, distracting her from her thoughts.
"It is nothing, I only fear that my master Wufei isn't well, something is troubling him, and yet he refuses to say what… I worry that I can't help him, I promised his wife that I would, and now I find that I cannot do that unless he tells me what ills him" Wong replied, looking down at her hands, hopelessly.
"The question is weather or not he is really troubled, there is always the possibility that he is feeling lost and confused over all that has happened lately" Relena said as she set a comforting hand on Wong's shoulder.
"Yes, yes, you could be very right, but I am still very concerned by this, he does not act this way, he seems so distant, I can't even begin to understand the look upon his face. He was troubled over Meiran; I know this for I heard him cry her name while we were out at sea, during a most horrible storm… I cannot help but wonder, if that has something to do with it" Wong said with a sigh.
"Meiran?" Relena asked as they continued to walk to the throne room.
"She was his wife, the house of Chang was attacked by a rival house, she rushed to defend it, while he was away, by the time he returned… it was too late to save her, she died in his arms…"
"Oh no, I'm sorry! I had no idea…" Relena trailed off, her eyes glazed with salty tears from hearing about his tragic past.
"It could not be helped, I thank you for listening, there are not many from where I come that would listen to a woman, let alone a servant, and for that I thank you" Wong said with a bow before they entered the throne room and were greeted by jugglers, animal tamers, acrobats and…
"Heero…"
*****
A cheery melody, played by mainly flutes, harps and hand drums, filled the room, which was elegantly decorated with banners, streamers, flowers and expensive fabrics, and set the mood for the evening.
Having finished their show for the night, Trowa and Catherine set themselves to enjoy the festivities that only the fortunate rich could afford otherwise.
Felina was leading a large line of nobles in a fairy dance, adding her own magical touch to the festivities.
As for Heero, he was a different story. He was tucked safely away from the bright torch and hearth firelight, deep within a far corner of the room, where he had thought that he was safe from being known by anyone. Or so he thought.
"Heero…"
His head snapped up when his name was uttered so loudly, and under his breath he swore that he would skin whoever said it aloud, and directed his attention to where the voice had originated and promptly let his jaw fall no more then just an inch, but that was enough to disclose his state of surprise to the one who had caught his eye.
She could have been floating, her steps were so light, as she glided over to him, and a tender smile graced her sweet looking lips as her eye twinkled.
'Is it the fire casting it's light into those lovely sky blue depths or was it more? Something more magical then just the enchanted glow from the hearth?' Heero caught himself thinking and promptly shook the thoughts away.
"Heero… is this what you meant by not having any choice?" She asked, barely above a whisper, so that only he could hear.
If he heard, he didn't reply for he only turned away from her and looked out onto the dancing floor. Watching how his cousin danced so freely in the tall human acrobat's arms.
"Heero…?" Relena called to him softly, surprising him so that he turned his head to face her.
"Who is that that you watching, is she a friend of yours?" she asked.
"…Nothing… it's… my cousin" he replied.
"Is she a…"
"Dryad? Yeah." Heero finished her question for her.
"Heero?"
"Hum?"
"Would you dance with me?"
Heero was stunned for a moment, but when Relena raised her hand to him, he accepted it and led her out onto the floor.
Whispers ensued throughout the room as they came to the center of the dance floor, which had been cleared as people stopped dancing and made way for the princess and her dancing partner for what would be her first dance since she first fell ill those many weeks ago.
"Heero, calm down, no one is going to hurt you" Relena whispered in his ear as the music started up again and they began to move across the dance floor.
Heero stopped glancing around at everything that moved and looked down at her but for an instance before snapping his eyes away and continuing with his nervous glancing about the room.
'He's just so wild, so untamed, oh Heero, what have people done to you to warrant this kind of unease?' she thought with a sigh as she rested her head upon his shoulder, making him jump ever so slightly with the contact. She sighed once more and closed her eyes, letting him lead her about the floor in somewhat of a self-induced trance.
"Quatre, is that her?" the raven-haired princess whispered to the young soon-to-be king.
"That's her all right, I wonder who she's dancing with though…" He replied.
"You don't know him?"
"No, I don't"
"She looks so happy" Jasmine exclaimed softly.
"Ha! He looks like he's about to have a heart attack…" a small brown haired lady remarked with a loud snicker.
"Hush!" someone whispered not far behind them.
"Hush? Why you…!" she snarled as she turned to face the one who dared to try to shut her up.
"Lady Fiora, do you really think so?" Quatre asked, distracting her from the "hush-er".
"You bet I do, look at him, he's as stiff as a board! If his muscles got any tighter, I would think that he was more a suit of armor then a man!"
"Hush!"
"Oh go take a long walk of a short pier!" Fiora whispered angrily.
Duo just about gagged on his wine when he almost laughed with a mouthful of it just starting on its way down his throat.
"Duo, are you all right my friend?" Quatre asked as he patted his friend's back firmly.
Duo could only nod in reply.
"I think you need to back off of the wine for a while Duo" Fiora said as she took the goblet from his grasp.
"Madam, if you do not cease and desist with your bad manners towards the princess, I will have you removed from this party at once, and by force if need be!" it was the "hush-er" again.
Fiora tightened her hands and balled them into fists, ready to punch the lowlife, when suddenly! A thunderous BOOM! Sounded, followed by a large shock wave that shook the room and all of its occupants.
The castle was under attack!
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Okay, okay, so that was a really, REALLY short chapter, but give me a brake! I haven't worked on this fic in like, FOREVER and I needed to get the plot going! Well… how to you all like cliffhangers? Lol! ^_^; feel free to e-mail me at FioraEmbyr@aol.com chio!