Warnings: Yaoi, crossover, violence, language
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Tara K. Harper's Wolfwalker books. They belong to people in big offices with lots of money. The wolves that are mentioned _do_ belong to me.
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4
Wolfwalker
Chapter 2
By Aiko Namika
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'A cry that knots your heartstrings
Is not easily untied'
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Heero Yuy, nephew of the Lloroli of Ramaj Ariye, weapons master of Ramaj Ariye, fought his way through the raiders, trying to get to the leader, who was watching the hustle, and laughing his ass off.
He turned, stabbing one raider in the gut, while flinging a boot knife into the eye of another.
"Damned raider spawn!" he growled, hacking another raider's hands off, then stabbing his sword through his gut. The cries of pain and the screams of the dying were accompanied by battle cries, and that damned raider captain laughing.
"Damned pieces of moonwormed dnu shit! Get outta my way!" With that cry, he began hacking indiscriminately, his own people on the other side of the battle. Then more raiders were falling then he could account for, sporting arrows with the particular fletching that his friend Trowa used.
A path of fallen bodies soon led him to the raider captain, who was waiting for him, with ten big burly raiders behind him. From the looks of them, they were all brawn and no brains.
"Attack!" the captain shouted. Of course, they did.
He steeled himself, sword ready, feet grounded, waiting for their charge.
The lumbered across the ground separating them, many of them falling at Trowa's hand. Then the one in the lead froze, and the rest soon followed, staring at something over Heero's shoulder in horror.
The raider captain looked too, and then, with his eyes widening, yelled at his men.
"Wolfwalker! Retreat!"
A Wolfwalker? Here? Why was there one of the legendary Wolfwalkers here? Heero snapped a quick glance behind him. There was a small blond fighter back there, not one of his, fighting with a skill that was rarely seen. Sure enough, there was one of the Grey Ones fighting behind the fighter, slashing with its claws and fangs.
"Nooooooooo- *gurgle* *gurgle*!!!!" came the raider captain's cry, and Heero turned in time to see him go down with feathers sprouting from his throat. However, the arrow had come from the wrong direction, and it was not the fletching that Trowa used.
His sharp eyes caught a shadow moving among the trees, and that was the only warning he got.
With a battle cry a chestnut-haired fighter jumped into the clearing, drawing twin swords from his back and making good use of them. Raiders fell right and left.
Heero had been busy the whole time, his instincts fighting on while his eyes wandered the battle field, checking on his fighters and taking in whatever state they were in. With the death of their captain, the raiders seemed at a loss, and fled for the trees. Heero's fighters let them live.
Now that the fighting was over, Heero got to get a clearer look at one of the new fighters. The blond was headed toward the wounded, shadowed by the Grey One who had been at his back during the fight. He crouched by the nearest fighter, looked him over, and then got to work, pulling out packets of herbs from unseen pockets in his vest.
The fighter who had taken down the raider captain was easily making his way over to Heero, giving the weapon's master time for a good long look.
The Wolfwalker was definitely a sight to behold. Silky chestnut hair was just now escaping from under a warcap, falling down to reveal that it came past his waist and hung just behind the tantalizing butt. Black with mottled streaks of gray, green, and brown made up his outfit, making it so that if he held still for one second, it was nearly impossible to see him. A gentle heart-shaped face with a wide grin gracing it held his attention for a few seconds, and then Heero's eyes were caught by the glimmering violet orbs that were smiling at him.
"My name's Duo Maxwell. Nice to meet'cha. I'm glad that we got here in time."
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--Aiko