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: Pairings: 1+2, 3+4
Wolfwalker
Chapter 3
by Aiko Namika
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"Grey skies for gray memories;
Echoes follow where thoughts once rode strong.
The pounding of your heart
And the sighing of your lungs
Wound the time-driven dreams that were sung."
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Quatre leaned over the wounded fighter that was on the ground, carefully inspecting the wound, then started pulling out the herb packets that Duo had taught him to use.
'Hmmm, with an infusion of kotsilth and firnel(1), this fighter should be up and working in no time,' he thought, running his mind through all the other herbs he carried with him, courtesy of Duo's teachings. He placed the poultice over the worst wound, on the leg where an arrow had gone completely through, and bandaged it, then moved on to the nearest man. He continued going from man to man, helping not just the men from Ariye, but the raiders as well.
::Mindmate, one comes to talk,:: Kerril told him, showing the image of a young man, blurry with the gray of the Packsong.
A light touch on his shoulder alerted him to the other fighter's arrival. He turned his head... and had to work hard to keep himself from drooling. The fighter was tall, lean, and had the most piercing emerald eyes that Quatre had ever seen. Only the mental nip from Kerril kept his mouth from hanging open, and jolted his mind along the right track.
He smiled at the boy in front of him and held his hand out after wiping it off on the coat of a dead soldier near him. He didn't like the fighting or the killing, but it was necessary.
"My name is Quatre Winner, and this is Grey Kerril," he said, gesturing to his bondmate after the young man had shaken his hand. The young man made the sign of the Moonblessing, then replied in a soft voice.
"It's a pleasure to meet one of the legendary Wolfwalkers and Grey Ones. Please call me Trowa. Trowa Barton." He gave an almost imperceptible smile, and then he turned and continued gathering his arrows. Quatre's mind drifted then, his gaze locked on the archer until Kerril gave a mental snort, along with the comment, ::Mating?:: The mental picture snapped Quatre out of his daze, and he continued working with a light blush on his cheeks.
::Well... he is cute...:: Quatre had some trouble expressing the fact to the Grey One, because he just continued taunting him. While the two of them bantered back and forth, Quatre had automatically continued patching up the rest of the fighters, his hands moving without his conscious direction.
It took Kerril's prompting for him to finally come back to himself to check on his violet-eyed partner, who had dealt with the worst wounded, and was most likely either passed out, or about to. Quatre looked around and found him, sure enough, asleep curled up in between the roots of a huge tree with Rahsa. Quatre blinked sleepily, finally realizing how sleepy he himself was, and curled up near the other Wolfwalker, Kerril coming over to help keep him warm. With the reassuring songs that were threaded through the gray Packsong that floated throughout his mind, he slowly dropped in to sleep.
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(A/N: This happens at the same time as what happens to Quatre. it's a continuation of the last chapter.)
Duo looked at the fighter before him. Slender, though more muscular than himself, with matted and wind-whipped deep brown hair. Eyes the color of Night's First Kiss, glared down at him from their slight height advantage. Duo's grin increased slightly as he took in the full look of the fighter. With the skintight leather armor combined with the beauty of the face, he was one of the sexiest people that he had ever seen.
Duo made a grand gesture to his bond mate, and said, "This is the "wondrous" Grey Rahsa, the Grey One who was kind enough to take me as her bondmate." He barely kept the mushy-loving tone out of his voice, but it was a near thing.
"Heero. Heero Yuy." The fighter's movements as the two started walking towards where the worst wounded lay were those of a powerful cat, controlled, but amazingly strong. Duo only had a few more moments to admire the other before he reached the place where the few of the worst wounded lay. When he saw them, all of his thoughts were immediately reorganized, and set into a completely different mind-set. He dropped down next to one of the men, who had a nasty arrow wound that had nearly penetrated his heart, but had still done a lot of damage.
::Finally! You took your time about getting here!:: Rahsa's comment was calm, with a hint of impatience, but Duo took it silently, and held his hands out over the man's chest. He looked up into Rahsa's golden eyes, and felt himself dropping into the Packsong.
Grey mist flowed around him, and he heard the howling of thousands of wolves from every generation that had ever existed. he sensed the fact that a large pack of wolves was nearby, attracted by the presence of the two Wolfwalkers. He felt Rahsa's mind twined with his, and sent her a message that was almost ritual.
::Take me in, Grey One.::
::Then run with me, Wolfwalker,:: came Rahsa's reply, and then there was a dizzying spin to the left, and then a drop. Duo let his mind extend outwards towards the damaged muscle, the Packsong creating a gray wall to keep the pain from his mind. He worked quickly, knowing that after the long ride and then the fight, he wouldn't have much energy. He sent his mind to smooth the muscle and give it the beginnings of an attachment to the man's bones, and replenish blood, and chase away the toxins that were already clouding the man's blood. He finished up and quickly spun himself out of the man's body, opening his eyes and sliding over to the next of the three badly wounded. He prepared his mind to do the same thing, but before he could go, Rahsa snapped at him lightly.
::Healer, you will not heal without help!:: He stared at the Grey One, then nodded slowly.
"Alright..." Duo trailed off, looking around, starting slightly as he felt Heero's hands touching his shoulders lightly.
"I have heard that Wolfwalkers need more energy than they themselves have, so if you do not mind, I will help." Heero's slightly nasal voice rolled along Duo's spine, and it was all he could do not to shiver from the harmonics of that voice. Rahsa's mental snort of derision brought him back to the present, at least partially, because the Packsong had been stronger than ever, and he was beginning to see gray mist around everything. He nodded shortly, and murmured a quick thank you. Then he met Kerril's eyes again, and sent his mind along the twisting paths of Ovousibas, and into the man's body. As he worked, he felt was stream of strength pouring into him from the weapon's master's hands on his shoulders, supporting him, and working with the wolves to form the shield that kept the outside influences from affecting him as he worked.
Once he finished the second man, he stumbled to the third, and last, man, with Heero supporting him. He dropped to the ground, and with a quick wrench of his mind, he spun to the left and down, and finished up as fast as he could without being careless. Once he finished, he couldn't find enough energy to pull out, and felt himself sliding deeper into the other... Rahsa's mental teeth suddenly dug into his mind and pulled him out, wrenching his mind away from the other. He opened his eyes and met Heero's burning Prussian blue eyes, then collapsed into unconsciousness.
~TBC~
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(1) I have no clue what those herbs are. I completely made them up. They're gibberish words, but don't they sound neat?
Please review. It will make me very happy and more inclined to write!
--Aiko