DISCLAIMER- I don't own Gundam Wing, any of the characters, and their Gundams. But, I do own my original characters (Sarian, Mika, anything concerning the Delta Compound, etc.), and if you use them without my permission, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!
Reincarnation
Chapter 1- Intruder Alert!
On the Road; Five Miles from Safe house
Sarian checked her watch for the fifth time that night. "1'oclock a.m.; not bad, but I could go faster," she retied her layered, dark hair at the base of her neck with the hair tie she had taken from Beya the night she had left. A few stray pieces of hair escaped, and formed a frame around her face, some falling in her eyes. Sarian resumed her running; combat boots falling heavily on the paved road, dog tags jangling against her chest that now felt hallow after five straight hours of running.
"I have to find him," Sarian murmured softly. "It's the only thing I have to live for now that Delta Compound's closed. I wonder what he looks like, if he's any different from his picture of when he was seven years old. Probably, I do; but then I did have a crew cut. Tha-" Sarian's conversation with herself was cut short by a car rounding an upcoming turn in the road. She stopped sharply, and then lunged into a patch of nearby shrubbery that stuck out of the line of woodland that lined the road. After the car had whooshed by, scattering leaves across the smooth pavement, Sarian cautiously emerged from the bushes, dusted the twigs and leaves out of her hair and off her clothes, and resumed running up the road.
"The press would have a field day if they found out about us. I can see the headlines now." Sarian gave an uneasy laugh. She knew that if she and her generation brothers and sisters were discovered, they would all be dead within an hour of discovery. And, since she was a good soldier, one of X2 generations best and most loyal, Sarian had no wish to see or be seen.
About four miles after the "Car Incident" as it was now known to her in her head, Sarian stopped running and walked into the secluded woods. She took the now near-empty water bottle her utility belt, and quenched her thirst by finishing off the water. "It's lucky I'm so close," Sarian thought as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Another half hour, and I'll finally be able to see him." Sarian found herself thinking about the boy as she ran off into the darkness. She found the houses to be growing closer together, fro one being one mile from the other, to half a mile, and then, Sarian found herself entering a suburb lined with identical looking houses. Trophy-houses, large and impressive works made and designed by company CEOs and their sons. And, as Sarian looked at them in the dark as she ran past, a little foreboding. She took out the picture of the safe house that she had gotten from the Delta Compounds computer servers records. A registered house secretly purchased by the government for purposes such as hiding weapons, intelligence, and, sometimes, people. Now, it was being used as a home for Heero Yuy and his friends. Sarian had read about them when she was researching Heero, but actually knew little about them aside from their names and their Gundams.
Sarian looked at the picture of the house and studied it carefully. Big front door, large windows everywhere, huge porch, and easy to break into if she had to; luckily it was made of brick so she would not make a sound if she accidentally hit the side walls with her foot or something. She stopped running and stood under the light of a lamppost. Sarian turned the printed out picture over and read the address: 358 Lakeside Ave. She only had to turn the next corner, walk a bit, and she would be right in front of the safe house. A churning feeling began in her gut, and Sarian tried to remember what her teachers had called it. "Sadness? No, that's not it," she muttered softly as she walked up the uncracked sidewalk and turned the corner. "Joy? Definitely not. What is it AGAIN? A good soldier never forgets important things like this!" Then, unexpectedly, Sarian stopped and gaped. She was in front of the safe house, her mission almost complete. And then, Sarian remembered what that feeling was: nervousness.
358 Lakeside Ave., The Living RoomChang Wufei was almost asleep. Then, as the clock struck 2 a.m., he jumped up out of the big leather easy chair with a jolt. "I was not falling asleep," he told himself. "A good guard never falls asleep on watch."
"Oh, yes you were," came a soft voice from a nearby, dimly lit corner. Trowa Barton sat on the floor with a blanket around his thin, bony shoulders, studying for the next day's history test.
"Shut it, Trowa, like you always do. What are you doing here anyway?" Wufei sat back down in the easy chair and crossed his arms.
"Insomnia; couldn't sleep. So I thought I might use the time I wasn't using sleeping for studying. Got to keep up my G.P.A." Trowa looked back down at his book.
"Oh, yeah," Wufei said sarcastically, "that 3.1 is so great!" Trowa did not answer, as usual in his fights with Wufei late at night. He knew he was sleepy and would forget the whole thing in the morning, hopefully. He usually did.
Half an hour later, Wufei was falling asleep again. Trowa grinned as his head dropped to his chest and he began to snore. "Poor Wufei," Trowa thought, reading his textbook. "He didn't have to take up guard duty for the third night in a row." Trowa really did not understand why they had guard duty in the first place. Sure, the security system was not fully hooked up yet, but why waste energy standing guard in a house no one would break into? "It just doesn't make sense to me." It was something Trowa often thought, but never said. He stood up, took off his blanket, and walked over to the chair where Wufei was sleeping. He was about to cover him up and go back to his room when Wufei suddenly sprang up from his chair, and pulled a small handgun out of his left side pocket.
"Did you hear that?" suddenly alert, and ready for action, Wufei looked ready to serious injure any intruder.
"You keep a gun in your cargo shorts?" Trowa asked. Not expecting an answer, he said, "What? That little thump? It's probably just a rabbit in Quatre's garden again."
"No, it was bigger; person-sized, and very stealthy." Wufei crept down the short hallway, and into the kitchen. Trowa did not follow. Instead, he crept back into his corner and waited silently for Wufei to call for back up.
He didn't.
***
Sarian had crept into the neighbors yard and jumped the five-foot brick fence. She landed easily and found herself in a Japanese style garden. Near the glass French doors that led inside to a kitchen, a cherry tree was in full bloom, petals falling occasionally into the murky koi pond that was under it. A Zen garden was to the left, its rakes discarded around it. If Sarian had looked closely at it, she would have seen that someone had taken their finger and wrote: QUARTE IS A QUEER- D.M. in the power white sand. A stone walkway led from the doors to the koi pond, a wood bench placed on the left side. About three iron lanterns were spaced evenly on the right side of the walkway. Green plants and flowers grew and bloomed beautifully everywhere.
Sarian observed the two doors. She did not want to break the glass, but she did not want to be out in the frigid spring air until morning. From her belt, Sarian took out her collection of lock picks, a special gift for her thirteenth birthday. After examining the lock on the door for a few minutes, Sarian took out the right pick that would break the lock. But before she could even touch the lock, the doors burst open, and suddenly a gun was pointed between Sarian's two green eyes.
***
Wufei had listened to the movements of whoever was in the garden. He heard them try to open the door but find it locked, and how there was the sound of Velcro coming apart and then a metallic sound; a gun Wufei thought. He crept over to the door and silently unlocked it. The, Wufei had opened the doors together and pointed his gun at whoever was intruding.
What Wufei saw was not what he expected. He had expected a big, burly man with a ski mask on wearing black. Instead, he saw a girl. A very tall, muscular girl whose hair that went from shades of dark brown to light blond was tied back in a pony tail, green eyes glowing through wisps of hair that had escaped capture. Immediately, the girl had sprung back about five feet and sank into a back stance. In one swift motion, she too took out a gun from the heavy-looking belt around her slim waist, and pointed it at Wufei's head.
"You must be Chang Wufei," she said in a monotone. Wufei was strongly reminded of Heero.
What's with this girl? Wufei thought. "Yeah, I am. And who are you? What's the meaning of this intrusion?"
"I'm Sarian, and my business is my own," Good, give a little; hold back a lot, thought Sarian.
"I am afraid I cannot allow you to break into this house. Leave, now!" Wufei tightened his grip on his gun. He had to be ready for anything this "Sarian" had up her sleeves.
"No, I'm not leaving until I have what I came for." Be ready, he's an expert in martial arts, Sarian remembered.
"Then I'm afraid I have no choice," Wufei took off the safety on his gun and pointed it at Sarian's heart. He was not really going to shoot her, in his experience most people decided to back off; give up.
Sarian was not even fazed. She was used to having guns in her face. Then, in a quick sudden movement, Sarian lunged forward, and kicked the gun out of Wufei's outstretched hand. It landed in the Zen garden, smearing the "A" in "Quarte". "Childs play," she remarked.
Then, footsteps were heard, running into the kitchen. Sarian put her gun away, and looked to see who was coming. Wufei took advantage of this distraction, spun around to Sarian's back, and put her into a tight headlock.
"Wufei, what are you doing?" Duo Maxwell ran into the garden, wearing only blue pajama pants decorated with bright yellow colored pineapples and multi-colored hula girls, long hair undone and falling down his back. Behind him stood Heero Yuy, Quatre Winner, and off to the side was Trowa Barton.
"Let the girl go! There should be peace in this house! Peace!" shouted Quatre, very funny-looking in his monogrammed, satin pajamas and fuzzy slippers.
"Go shit yourself!" yawned Do as he pushed the boy into the koi pond. Quatre squealed in indignation and ran back into the house, dripping wet.
"What are you doing here?" Heero asked, pointing at Sarian.
Now, Wufei had been pushing in on Sarian's windpipe, and, even with her training, she could not withstand that type of block on her repertory system. She rolled her eyes up to Heero's face. I was right, he does look different, she thought, her mind slowly going blank, unconsciousness beckoning.
"I was looking (gasp) for (gasp) you," Sarian's last word was a sigh as she fell limp in Wufei's arms.
" You've killed her!" Duo cried. He rushed over to Sarian as Wufei laid her on the walkway. "And she was a pretty one!"
"Look at this," Trowa moved over to Duo's left side and lifted up Sarian's dog tags. The boys crowded around her body.
"X212S, Sarian, A Group, Delta Compound, AB Blood Type," read Wufei. "And she's not dead, just unconscious dumbass."
"Lets get her into the house!" Duo said, lifting up Sarian in his arms, her head resting on his bare chest.
"Where will we put her?" Heero asked straightening his T-shirt over his Joe Boxers.
"She can sleep with me." Duo said mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows.
"No, up on the third floor," supplied Trowa, "with Wufei."
"Uh, uh, no way!" Wufei protested. "I'm not sharing with that baka!"
Heero rounded on him. "You want a baby Duo running around the house?"
Wufei sighed heavily, "Alright."
"That's what I thought," said Heero as they all walked into the house.
AUTHOR'S NOTE – Hey, yal! Hatsuri here! Hope you liked my first chapter. But, be warned, this is my first fic, and I've only seen a couple episodes and Endless Waltz. But, don't worry, Duo will not get his hair chopped off anytime soon, and Heero will not turn into a stand-up comedian. This is thanks to my friend, and co-author, dark-angel-yuna.
DAY: Hay! I chopped off Duo's hair! *shocked gasps from Duo fan-girls* Eeep! Don't kill me! It's growing back! Honest it is!
Botosai: Hey, this is my fic! Get out! *pushes DAY into whirlpool* Anyway, just for your info, the guys are seventeen now, and it's a year after Endless Waltz. Enjoy, and reviews are appreciated: good and bad. I'm not a sensitive artist on the banks of the Seine. *looks at DAY twirling around in whirlpool* Well, see yah in chapter two! DAY, you weirdo!
DAY: *yelling while trying not to drown* Wait! Aren't you going to help me? *no response* No? *squeals* Duo! Kurama! SAVE ME!
