Thankies for the review(s). This fic isn't updated regularly (as you
probably figured out), but I try. I'm working on a joint Yu-Gi-Oh fic with
TenshiWolf, so all isn't going normally. *shrugs* But read the chapter,
review me or die, etc.
RELATIONSHIPS- Krishna+Duo: brother-like. Heero+Quatre: closer than brothers, kinda, but not really a pairing. 05x02: pairing. 03x04: pairing. 01x06: my sixth, pairing. The pairings will change if you give me a better idea.
DISCLAIMER: I want Gundam Wing! I want Gundam Wing! I want Gundam Wing! I want Gundam Wing! I want hot bishie boys! I want hot bishie boys! I want hot bishie boys! Hehehe. Duh. Don't we all?
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~~Krishna~~
"Hellsfire, I've missed you!" the boy squealed, throwing his arms around the nearest part of his Gundam. Duo and Heero looked on with raised eyebrows. They were all at a safehouse in the Africa, waiting for 03, 04, and 05. It was more or less a huge house built in the middle of the jungle with various places to store killing machines.
Hellsfire was smaller than most Gundams at 14.8 meters. Nearly all black, it had golden flames on some panels. A plasma katana was strapped onto its back. The plasma katana was similar to the plasma sabre that Epyon had.
"I love you, Hellsfire," Krishna said, gazing up adoringly. He patted a gold flame. "You'll have a nice friend when I steal that new Epyon Gundam from Treize and Zechs." His lilac eyes began to glaze over as he made plans. Duo coughed slightly, shaking the golden-haired pilot from his thinking.
"Err, Krishna-buddy," he commently slowly, edging a bit nearer. Who knew? Maybe Krishna Seth was insane. He stopped. He couldn't really think of anything to say. Heero rolled his eyes and began to walk to the house. Duo and Krishna looked at each other for a second. The Deathscythe pilot's chestnut braid waved cheerily behind him, and Krishna's golden hair flared around him.
"Hey. Why do you let your hair get in the way like that?" Duo asked, finally breaking the silence. The Hellsfire pilot shrugged, embarrassed. "I never really learned how to braid it." He rubbed the back of his head in an embarrassed gesture.
"Besides, it's more... useful this way." Duo shrugged, violet eyes bright.
"Why is it more useful," he asked. Seth shrugged and refused to say anything else. Then he grinned.
"Wanna go and paint Yuy's Gundam pink," he asked devilishly. Duo smiled maliciously. "Relena limo-pink?" he asked happily. The blonde nodded.
"YES!!!" That was when they, quite fortunately for Heero, heard pilot 05's low roar. "MAXWELL! When I get my hands on you, you'll wish that death could die!" Shinigami paled. "I forgot..." he whispered. "I graffitied his Shenlong right before we had to battle OZ. HIDE ME!" He dived behind Krishna as a shield. The lilac-eyed one smirked. Thudding footsteps could be heard.
"If you really want to be hidden." He placed a bronze hand on Duo's smooth forehead. He was given a questioningly look. "Don't make a sound," he warned. Lilac flared at his fingertips as he willed them to disappear.
~~~
A tight ponytail flared angrily as obsidian eyes scanned the hangar. It was huge, and full of steel, cement, and Gundams. His eyes glanced off a strange new death machine, but he didn't have time to worry about it. Maxwell deserved to DIE for this one, slowly and painfully. After putting graffiti all over beautiful Nataku, he had ran with the excuse of OZ. But then Wufei happened to see the shadow in the middle of the cement ground, with nothing around it. A shadow where none had any right of being.
"MAXWELL!" he screamed. "WHY IS THERE A SHADOW FLOATING AROUND!!!" He heard an accented curse.
"Dammit."
~~~
Krishna took his hand away from Duo's forehead. The two blinked, and saw Wufei do the same. Then the playful fiend broke the silence with a big, fake and fearful, grin.
"Wuffers!" he squealed, hurrying over to smack his Oriental friend on the back. Hard. The Nataku pilot winced. "So how are you? Have a nice time? Heard ya were in an OZ jail cell with some people laughing at yer Gundam. Sorry 'bout that, by the way, Fei-Fei." There was silence that was broken by the newest pilot's giggles.
"Oops. That might have been ME laughing at his Gundam," Seth explained, eyes shining. "I thought it was kind of funny. I happened to see a few threesome positions and the mark saying "Girly Guys are not Gay". Kinda gave you away, Duo, y'know?" Slowly, Chang Wufei turned throttle Duo.
"I didn't happen to SEE the threesome references," he growled lowly. "Did you happen to see who they were." The Hellsfire pilot snorted. "You, Yuy, and Maxwell." Duo's face began to get as purple as his eyes. Then, Krishna's eyes glazed over.
*Flash. Breaking glass. Not for Krishna Seth. For braided baka. OUTTA THE WAY!*
Hurriedly, Seth flung himself on the ground and pushed hard with his mind, harder than he ever had before. The shot pummeled towards the air where Duo's head had been. It pierced the metal of the door, which now steamed. Duo and Wufei, who had both been knocked over, raised their heads. Both stared at Krishna. The cement had scraped his hands, but he didn't pay any attention as he jumped up. He saw someone duck away from the window. He sighed heavily, knowing they were gone. Adjusting his black jeans, he noticed his palms were streaked with red and gravel.
"Fucking great," he cursed, glaring. He was ignoring the two other pilots completely. "Someone tried to shoot a fucking Shinigami, my hands hurt, powers tapped out, and my head is aching like there's no fucking tomorrow." Then he happened to glance at the other two. Also, attracted by the sounds, the other three were standing in the doorway. All were alternating stares between Seth and the sizzling door. Trowa's golden-brown hair shimmered, falling over his emerald eye as he looked at the Egyptian. Golden hair, magenta eyes, and dusky skin reminded him of someone. Quatre ran a hand through his pale blonde hair. He could feel twinges coming from his empath abilities.
"Who and *what* the fuck are you?" Heero asked coldly. He didn't swear very often. Seth looked into each of their eyes, then sighed again. It shook him to the soles of his boots, making his eyes flare and burn.
"Fine," he said bitterly. "I'll tell you. But as soon as I fix my hands." He ran and brushed past them on his way to the room-part of the safehouse.
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Closing his eyes, he tried to think of a way to get out of this mess. Gently washing his scraped hands, he thought about Doctor J, that idiot's plans, and other things.
As he began to wash them with soap, creating a burning feeling, he could see only one way out of it. It was simple, it was neat, and altogether great. It was perfect.
He drew his hands away from the faucet and turned it off. Absentmindedly, he walked to the living room, where he could feel the entire group was. Without him even noticing, his hands healed.
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Krishna walked into the room with cold lavender eyes. He noticed that the room stopped talking as soon as he came into the room. Their thoughts spoke even louder, so loud that his abilities could hear them even while maxed out.
"After agonizing over the possible ways to explain this to you," he began with no introduction, "I have come to the conclusion that the knowledge is not required for you to function according to parimiters. To do so and reveal this information would not only be an injustice to me, but it would also be an injustice to my sensei. It does not affect the mission and it does not affect our wish for the futile dream of peace. The only thing that does affect you is if mission plans are being drawn up. You can put me in the most difficult and unsure position, alone, and I will not fail."
He grinned sweetly and sat down on the couch by Heero.
"Now. I had been sent by Doctor J on this mission to gain some info and stuff. I got it, my mission was completed, but I had to bust you out because I had to catch you. All really complicated. But I'm assigned to ya unless the insane doctor tells me somethin' else."
The four other Gundam pilots stared at him, barely even registering the word. Heero was the one that came nearest to figuring it out. That was something that Krishna expected.
"You were programmed to have all of our best qualities," he said quietly. Krishna, instead of ignoring him, nodded. "Which means you have my soldier mode and strength--"
"My stealth and cheerfulness--" Duo mused.
"My gracefulness--" Trowa said.
"My love for my Gundam and my martial arts skills--"
"And my head for business and speechs, and my abilities but enhanced," Quatre thought aloud.
Krishna glared at them a bit there.
"That's not exactly wha' I got from y'all," he growled. "My abilities, gracefulness, love for my Gundam, most of my personality, and my abilities are all my own. I got from Heero exactly what he said and Duo's stealth and in essence his life, though that is my own too. From Trowa I got his masks and his ease around animals and daggers. My martial arts came through training, but I got Chang's use of last names most of the time and his theory that justice does not exist, no matter that he fights for it. I did get the first part of what Quat said."
The five pilots looked uneasy. It wasn't very nice to be read so easily, but they knew that Seth would probably know more if he had the chance.
"So basically you're you," Duo said, breaking the silence. "You're social and anti-social, good and bad. You're Krishna."
Krishna grinned
"Right, Du-chan."
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Cherry- Sorry for delay. Review.
RELATIONSHIPS- Krishna+Duo: brother-like. Heero+Quatre: closer than brothers, kinda, but not really a pairing. 05x02: pairing. 03x04: pairing. 01x06: my sixth, pairing. The pairings will change if you give me a better idea.
DISCLAIMER: I want Gundam Wing! I want Gundam Wing! I want Gundam Wing! I want Gundam Wing! I want hot bishie boys! I want hot bishie boys! I want hot bishie boys! Hehehe. Duh. Don't we all?
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~~Krishna~~
"Hellsfire, I've missed you!" the boy squealed, throwing his arms around the nearest part of his Gundam. Duo and Heero looked on with raised eyebrows. They were all at a safehouse in the Africa, waiting for 03, 04, and 05. It was more or less a huge house built in the middle of the jungle with various places to store killing machines.
Hellsfire was smaller than most Gundams at 14.8 meters. Nearly all black, it had golden flames on some panels. A plasma katana was strapped onto its back. The plasma katana was similar to the plasma sabre that Epyon had.
"I love you, Hellsfire," Krishna said, gazing up adoringly. He patted a gold flame. "You'll have a nice friend when I steal that new Epyon Gundam from Treize and Zechs." His lilac eyes began to glaze over as he made plans. Duo coughed slightly, shaking the golden-haired pilot from his thinking.
"Err, Krishna-buddy," he commently slowly, edging a bit nearer. Who knew? Maybe Krishna Seth was insane. He stopped. He couldn't really think of anything to say. Heero rolled his eyes and began to walk to the house. Duo and Krishna looked at each other for a second. The Deathscythe pilot's chestnut braid waved cheerily behind him, and Krishna's golden hair flared around him.
"Hey. Why do you let your hair get in the way like that?" Duo asked, finally breaking the silence. The Hellsfire pilot shrugged, embarrassed. "I never really learned how to braid it." He rubbed the back of his head in an embarrassed gesture.
"Besides, it's more... useful this way." Duo shrugged, violet eyes bright.
"Why is it more useful," he asked. Seth shrugged and refused to say anything else. Then he grinned.
"Wanna go and paint Yuy's Gundam pink," he asked devilishly. Duo smiled maliciously. "Relena limo-pink?" he asked happily. The blonde nodded.
"YES!!!" That was when they, quite fortunately for Heero, heard pilot 05's low roar. "MAXWELL! When I get my hands on you, you'll wish that death could die!" Shinigami paled. "I forgot..." he whispered. "I graffitied his Shenlong right before we had to battle OZ. HIDE ME!" He dived behind Krishna as a shield. The lilac-eyed one smirked. Thudding footsteps could be heard.
"If you really want to be hidden." He placed a bronze hand on Duo's smooth forehead. He was given a questioningly look. "Don't make a sound," he warned. Lilac flared at his fingertips as he willed them to disappear.
~~~
A tight ponytail flared angrily as obsidian eyes scanned the hangar. It was huge, and full of steel, cement, and Gundams. His eyes glanced off a strange new death machine, but he didn't have time to worry about it. Maxwell deserved to DIE for this one, slowly and painfully. After putting graffiti all over beautiful Nataku, he had ran with the excuse of OZ. But then Wufei happened to see the shadow in the middle of the cement ground, with nothing around it. A shadow where none had any right of being.
"MAXWELL!" he screamed. "WHY IS THERE A SHADOW FLOATING AROUND!!!" He heard an accented curse.
"Dammit."
~~~
Krishna took his hand away from Duo's forehead. The two blinked, and saw Wufei do the same. Then the playful fiend broke the silence with a big, fake and fearful, grin.
"Wuffers!" he squealed, hurrying over to smack his Oriental friend on the back. Hard. The Nataku pilot winced. "So how are you? Have a nice time? Heard ya were in an OZ jail cell with some people laughing at yer Gundam. Sorry 'bout that, by the way, Fei-Fei." There was silence that was broken by the newest pilot's giggles.
"Oops. That might have been ME laughing at his Gundam," Seth explained, eyes shining. "I thought it was kind of funny. I happened to see a few threesome positions and the mark saying "Girly Guys are not Gay". Kinda gave you away, Duo, y'know?" Slowly, Chang Wufei turned throttle Duo.
"I didn't happen to SEE the threesome references," he growled lowly. "Did you happen to see who they were." The Hellsfire pilot snorted. "You, Yuy, and Maxwell." Duo's face began to get as purple as his eyes. Then, Krishna's eyes glazed over.
*Flash. Breaking glass. Not for Krishna Seth. For braided baka. OUTTA THE WAY!*
Hurriedly, Seth flung himself on the ground and pushed hard with his mind, harder than he ever had before. The shot pummeled towards the air where Duo's head had been. It pierced the metal of the door, which now steamed. Duo and Wufei, who had both been knocked over, raised their heads. Both stared at Krishna. The cement had scraped his hands, but he didn't pay any attention as he jumped up. He saw someone duck away from the window. He sighed heavily, knowing they were gone. Adjusting his black jeans, he noticed his palms were streaked with red and gravel.
"Fucking great," he cursed, glaring. He was ignoring the two other pilots completely. "Someone tried to shoot a fucking Shinigami, my hands hurt, powers tapped out, and my head is aching like there's no fucking tomorrow." Then he happened to glance at the other two. Also, attracted by the sounds, the other three were standing in the doorway. All were alternating stares between Seth and the sizzling door. Trowa's golden-brown hair shimmered, falling over his emerald eye as he looked at the Egyptian. Golden hair, magenta eyes, and dusky skin reminded him of someone. Quatre ran a hand through his pale blonde hair. He could feel twinges coming from his empath abilities.
"Who and *what* the fuck are you?" Heero asked coldly. He didn't swear very often. Seth looked into each of their eyes, then sighed again. It shook him to the soles of his boots, making his eyes flare and burn.
"Fine," he said bitterly. "I'll tell you. But as soon as I fix my hands." He ran and brushed past them on his way to the room-part of the safehouse.
~~~~~~~
Closing his eyes, he tried to think of a way to get out of this mess. Gently washing his scraped hands, he thought about Doctor J, that idiot's plans, and other things.
As he began to wash them with soap, creating a burning feeling, he could see only one way out of it. It was simple, it was neat, and altogether great. It was perfect.
He drew his hands away from the faucet and turned it off. Absentmindedly, he walked to the living room, where he could feel the entire group was. Without him even noticing, his hands healed.
~~~~~~~
Krishna walked into the room with cold lavender eyes. He noticed that the room stopped talking as soon as he came into the room. Their thoughts spoke even louder, so loud that his abilities could hear them even while maxed out.
"After agonizing over the possible ways to explain this to you," he began with no introduction, "I have come to the conclusion that the knowledge is not required for you to function according to parimiters. To do so and reveal this information would not only be an injustice to me, but it would also be an injustice to my sensei. It does not affect the mission and it does not affect our wish for the futile dream of peace. The only thing that does affect you is if mission plans are being drawn up. You can put me in the most difficult and unsure position, alone, and I will not fail."
He grinned sweetly and sat down on the couch by Heero.
"Now. I had been sent by Doctor J on this mission to gain some info and stuff. I got it, my mission was completed, but I had to bust you out because I had to catch you. All really complicated. But I'm assigned to ya unless the insane doctor tells me somethin' else."
The four other Gundam pilots stared at him, barely even registering the word. Heero was the one that came nearest to figuring it out. That was something that Krishna expected.
"You were programmed to have all of our best qualities," he said quietly. Krishna, instead of ignoring him, nodded. "Which means you have my soldier mode and strength--"
"My stealth and cheerfulness--" Duo mused.
"My gracefulness--" Trowa said.
"My love for my Gundam and my martial arts skills--"
"And my head for business and speechs, and my abilities but enhanced," Quatre thought aloud.
Krishna glared at them a bit there.
"That's not exactly wha' I got from y'all," he growled. "My abilities, gracefulness, love for my Gundam, most of my personality, and my abilities are all my own. I got from Heero exactly what he said and Duo's stealth and in essence his life, though that is my own too. From Trowa I got his masks and his ease around animals and daggers. My martial arts came through training, but I got Chang's use of last names most of the time and his theory that justice does not exist, no matter that he fights for it. I did get the first part of what Quat said."
The five pilots looked uneasy. It wasn't very nice to be read so easily, but they knew that Seth would probably know more if he had the chance.
"So basically you're you," Duo said, breaking the silence. "You're social and anti-social, good and bad. You're Krishna."
Krishna grinned
"Right, Du-chan."
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Cherry- Sorry for delay. Review.