A/N A break from this story's main plot, but an important part for the next
story. Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys rock!
R&R of course!
Chapter 3: Fight! Heero vs Wufei!
'I can't believe I let my control slip!' Heero angrily berated himself as he ran down the sparsely furnished white hallway toward the basement. 'After all this time! I slipped up!' Heero's expression darkened with rage 'And it was the dream of their actions that did it!'
Heero's hand was gripping the slender package so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Spinning in his heel, he turned to face the basement door, flung it open and stormed down the wooden stairs. The room was well lit, with mirrors lining one wall. The ceiling had a good fifteen-foot clearance and the floor was made of polished wood and then covered by mats. Here, Heero kneeled down in the center of the room and began to unwrap the package.
*****
Rushing down the same hallway, the other boys feared for their friend. However, only WuFei had been able to pick up the signals Heero gave and put them together.
'My Japanese is terrible,' Wufei thought as he ran 'but perhaps I can help. It's clear by his outburst he doesn't truly understand what we say.' WuFei glanced sideways at Duo 'Perhaps when he is able to understand Duo will pull him out and get him to speak. Either way, I can help him now.'
Duo was puzzled as he ran; he hadn't understood the language Heero spoke. But, these puzzling thoughts were stilled as they reached the basement door and ran down the stairs.
*****
They ran in just as Heero pulled a Japanese long sword out of the box. The sword was a magnificent piece of art, wooden sheath and elegant decoration showed that the sword was the work of a master. Heero turned to face them, upon seeing WuFei he held his sword out to him in challenge. WuFei bowed and accepted the challenge, pulling his own blade off the rack on the wall.
Duo opened his mouth to question the actions, but was silence by Trowa. Puzzled, he turned to watch the events playing out between the two Asian boys.
Heero and WuFei went to opposite sides of the room. WuFei spoke first, holding his sword, sheathed, on flat palms out to Heero.
"I, Chang WuFei of the Watoujutsu School, accept your challenge." That said, he bowed to Heero and to his blade.
"I, Yuy Heero of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, honor you." He in turn bowed to both challenger and blade.
(*Note: This will not be a RurouKen GW cross over. I am merely utilizing the styles)
'Good,' Heero sighed to himself 'That didn't sound to bad.'
WuFei drew his blade and placed it in front of him. Heero sank down, bending his knees slightly and placed his hand just over the hilt of the still sheathed blade. He had an obi in the box as well, so the blade stayed in place.
"Ikuso!" Heero yelled, whipping the blade out of the sheath with amazing speed. WuFei's eyes widened as Heero flew towards him but managed to counter the attack. WuFei turned Heero's blade aside and launched into a parallel swing.
Heero dodged the attack, coming up in the air and flipping over Wufei to land behind him. Quickly spinning, Heero caught WuFei with the blunt side of the blade across his back. The other Asian flew across the room and thudded down to the mats.
The other pilots gasped in horror at the sheer brutality Heero exhibited.
WuFei climbed back to his feet and sunk into a stance with his blade protecting his front but in a position to move quickly to attack. WuFei saw the look in Heero's eyes and realized that Heero wasn't really fighting him, but rather the demons of his past.
Heero's eyes narrowed when Wufei stood again and he launched into a series of rapid-fire attacks as he screamed, "Ryu Sho Sen!"
The attacks came from all sides, slamming WuFei with the blunt side numerous times all over his body.
Finally, Heero pulled away and Wufei fell to his knees. But, the Chinese boy was not out yet.
'I must let him fight this until he calms down!' WuFei thought with conviction.
Heero's eyes narrowed to slits and rage poured off him in palpable waves as the other boys once more stood and held out his blade in the standard attack stance.
"SHI NE!(die!)" Heero yelled as he flipped grip so the sharp side would land and dropped once more into the stance he started in. HE flew forward with god like speed, calling out "Ama Kakeru Ryu no Hirameki!"
WuFei saw his death coming, but just as Heero closed in on him, Duo could stay silent no longer.
"Heero! Stop! You'll kill him!!" Duo cried out. Quatre had tears falling down his face and was cradled in Trowa's arms. The violence and rage shown by Heero was terrifying and struck them all deeply.
Heero's eyes snapped open and he came to himself, roughly yanking the blade out of its path. He fell to one knee beside Wufei as the force of the attack translated through his body.
Suddenly, full realization of what he had done came back.
'I.. I tried to kill him!' Heero realized in horror. 'Anger gave me no cause to return to what I was!'
Heero's shoulders tightened with grief and rage, he punched the floor with all his might, "CHIKUSHO!!"
WuFei placed a gentle hand on the distraught boys shoulder.
"Daijoubu Heero. Its alright, you didn't mean it."
"Demo, Ore..ore..no control.." Heero gasped in broken English, hands clenched by his sword.
"You stopped Heero. That's all that matters." Wufei knew the Japanese boy didn't understand all he said, but he still wanted to convey his meaning.
Heero looked up, his eyes open and questioning. Wufei returned the gaze with a smile. Heero smiled sadly, his eyes still dark with anger, and pain.
Duo came up behind them, leaving Quatre and Trowa by the door. His eyes darkened in rage at the fight gone too far. He had not seen through Heero's actions as WuFei had, for only those who are true warriors and locked in battle can read the heart of the other.
"What the Hell do you think you were doing, Heero!?" Duo raged, "You could have killed him! The way you were fighting I could swear you wanted to kill him you cold hearted bastard!"
Heero rose to look at him, glare of concentration in place. 'He said something about me and kill and fight. He's upset about my actions...I think.' Heero thought to himself, eyes darkening as he tried to decipher Duo's rapidly spoken, angered words.
"If you had killed him, would you have cared!?" Duo was incensed by the lack f response from Heero, beyond his glare. He clutched at Heero's tank top and glared down into his eyes (note: Duo grew to be taller than Heero standing 5'11'' and Heero only 5'7'').
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself!? Talk to me you-"
"ENOUGH!" WuFei interjected angrily, grabbing Duo's hands and pulling them off Heero.
"Why? He tried to kill you and now he has nothing to say for himself!" Duo raged in his confusion and anger.
"Duo!" WuFei said sharply, grabbing Duo's attention and silence at his sharp tone. "Heero was not fighting me really, but his past."
"But, still he could have said something! He just glares!"
"Duo! Heero doesn't speak English."
TBC..
R&R of course!
Chapter 3: Fight! Heero vs Wufei!
'I can't believe I let my control slip!' Heero angrily berated himself as he ran down the sparsely furnished white hallway toward the basement. 'After all this time! I slipped up!' Heero's expression darkened with rage 'And it was the dream of their actions that did it!'
Heero's hand was gripping the slender package so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Spinning in his heel, he turned to face the basement door, flung it open and stormed down the wooden stairs. The room was well lit, with mirrors lining one wall. The ceiling had a good fifteen-foot clearance and the floor was made of polished wood and then covered by mats. Here, Heero kneeled down in the center of the room and began to unwrap the package.
*****
Rushing down the same hallway, the other boys feared for their friend. However, only WuFei had been able to pick up the signals Heero gave and put them together.
'My Japanese is terrible,' Wufei thought as he ran 'but perhaps I can help. It's clear by his outburst he doesn't truly understand what we say.' WuFei glanced sideways at Duo 'Perhaps when he is able to understand Duo will pull him out and get him to speak. Either way, I can help him now.'
Duo was puzzled as he ran; he hadn't understood the language Heero spoke. But, these puzzling thoughts were stilled as they reached the basement door and ran down the stairs.
*****
They ran in just as Heero pulled a Japanese long sword out of the box. The sword was a magnificent piece of art, wooden sheath and elegant decoration showed that the sword was the work of a master. Heero turned to face them, upon seeing WuFei he held his sword out to him in challenge. WuFei bowed and accepted the challenge, pulling his own blade off the rack on the wall.
Duo opened his mouth to question the actions, but was silence by Trowa. Puzzled, he turned to watch the events playing out between the two Asian boys.
Heero and WuFei went to opposite sides of the room. WuFei spoke first, holding his sword, sheathed, on flat palms out to Heero.
"I, Chang WuFei of the Watoujutsu School, accept your challenge." That said, he bowed to Heero and to his blade.
"I, Yuy Heero of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, honor you." He in turn bowed to both challenger and blade.
(*Note: This will not be a RurouKen GW cross over. I am merely utilizing the styles)
'Good,' Heero sighed to himself 'That didn't sound to bad.'
WuFei drew his blade and placed it in front of him. Heero sank down, bending his knees slightly and placed his hand just over the hilt of the still sheathed blade. He had an obi in the box as well, so the blade stayed in place.
"Ikuso!" Heero yelled, whipping the blade out of the sheath with amazing speed. WuFei's eyes widened as Heero flew towards him but managed to counter the attack. WuFei turned Heero's blade aside and launched into a parallel swing.
Heero dodged the attack, coming up in the air and flipping over Wufei to land behind him. Quickly spinning, Heero caught WuFei with the blunt side of the blade across his back. The other Asian flew across the room and thudded down to the mats.
The other pilots gasped in horror at the sheer brutality Heero exhibited.
WuFei climbed back to his feet and sunk into a stance with his blade protecting his front but in a position to move quickly to attack. WuFei saw the look in Heero's eyes and realized that Heero wasn't really fighting him, but rather the demons of his past.
Heero's eyes narrowed when Wufei stood again and he launched into a series of rapid-fire attacks as he screamed, "Ryu Sho Sen!"
The attacks came from all sides, slamming WuFei with the blunt side numerous times all over his body.
Finally, Heero pulled away and Wufei fell to his knees. But, the Chinese boy was not out yet.
'I must let him fight this until he calms down!' WuFei thought with conviction.
Heero's eyes narrowed to slits and rage poured off him in palpable waves as the other boys once more stood and held out his blade in the standard attack stance.
"SHI NE!(die!)" Heero yelled as he flipped grip so the sharp side would land and dropped once more into the stance he started in. HE flew forward with god like speed, calling out "Ama Kakeru Ryu no Hirameki!"
WuFei saw his death coming, but just as Heero closed in on him, Duo could stay silent no longer.
"Heero! Stop! You'll kill him!!" Duo cried out. Quatre had tears falling down his face and was cradled in Trowa's arms. The violence and rage shown by Heero was terrifying and struck them all deeply.
Heero's eyes snapped open and he came to himself, roughly yanking the blade out of its path. He fell to one knee beside Wufei as the force of the attack translated through his body.
Suddenly, full realization of what he had done came back.
'I.. I tried to kill him!' Heero realized in horror. 'Anger gave me no cause to return to what I was!'
Heero's shoulders tightened with grief and rage, he punched the floor with all his might, "CHIKUSHO!!"
WuFei placed a gentle hand on the distraught boys shoulder.
"Daijoubu Heero. Its alright, you didn't mean it."
"Demo, Ore..ore..no control.." Heero gasped in broken English, hands clenched by his sword.
"You stopped Heero. That's all that matters." Wufei knew the Japanese boy didn't understand all he said, but he still wanted to convey his meaning.
Heero looked up, his eyes open and questioning. Wufei returned the gaze with a smile. Heero smiled sadly, his eyes still dark with anger, and pain.
Duo came up behind them, leaving Quatre and Trowa by the door. His eyes darkened in rage at the fight gone too far. He had not seen through Heero's actions as WuFei had, for only those who are true warriors and locked in battle can read the heart of the other.
"What the Hell do you think you were doing, Heero!?" Duo raged, "You could have killed him! The way you were fighting I could swear you wanted to kill him you cold hearted bastard!"
Heero rose to look at him, glare of concentration in place. 'He said something about me and kill and fight. He's upset about my actions...I think.' Heero thought to himself, eyes darkening as he tried to decipher Duo's rapidly spoken, angered words.
"If you had killed him, would you have cared!?" Duo was incensed by the lack f response from Heero, beyond his glare. He clutched at Heero's tank top and glared down into his eyes (note: Duo grew to be taller than Heero standing 5'11'' and Heero only 5'7'').
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself!? Talk to me you-"
"ENOUGH!" WuFei interjected angrily, grabbing Duo's hands and pulling them off Heero.
"Why? He tried to kill you and now he has nothing to say for himself!" Duo raged in his confusion and anger.
"Duo!" WuFei said sharply, grabbing Duo's attention and silence at his sharp tone. "Heero was not fighting me really, but his past."
"But, still he could have said something! He just glares!"
"Duo! Heero doesn't speak English."
TBC..