Author: Chauni
Email: ChauniMaxwell@mechpilot.com
Website: www.oocities.org/asukalangley2nd/
Warnings: Comedy, Crossover, AU
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or Slayers. I made
no money off this…blah.
The Thin Line
(
a Gundam Wing and Slayers crossover)
Duo
Maxwell’s violet eyes flickered open for only a moment, then slipped back shut.
He was not a morning person in the least and the insanely bright sun that shone
directly overhead did nothing to aid in that area.
Something
did not feel right, though. The sun shouldn’t be directly over him if he was in
the safehouse; he always drew his shades. It shouldn’t be this hot, not in the
middle of autumn! And why were there birds chirping; he didn’t own any pets!
His
eyes cracked open once again, squinting against the harsh rays that beat
mercilessly down upon him. Suddenly though, someone stepped in front of
relentless sun, shadowing him completely.
However,
from where this person stood, it looked as if they held the sun in their right
hand, a glowing ball of flame that rotated and turned as if itching to be
released.
His
eyes grew large as he jumped to his feet in one fluid movement. He took a step
back as he allowed his eyes to roam over the petite red haired young girl and
the fireball that hovered above her right palm.
How
the hell is she doing that?
His eyes
swung around to the surrounding area, taking in the lush green grass, the thick
full trees, the three sleeping Gundam pilots by the skeleton of a campfire.
“I
don’t know who you are, but you had better start talking right now!”
Duo’s
eyebrows rose at the intensity and rage in the girl’s voice. “What-”
“Sure,
you have long blonde hair, but you are no imitation for Gourry! He’s at least a
foot taller than you and your faces look nothing alike! And black? He would
never wear black! Do you think I’m an idiot?!” Her teeth were bared like an
animal’s, pointed fangs and all, while her crimson eyes were narrowed into
hate-filled slits.
Hair?
his mind distantly murmured, while looking past her. What is she talking
about, blonde hair?
“Where
are they?”
His
eyes flew back to the girl. It took him a moment to find his voice. “Where are
who?”
“Don’t play games
with me! Where are they?” she growled.
“I
don’t know what you are-”
“FIREBALL!”
Her arm holding the ball of fire reached back and swung forward, releasing the
blazing sphere. It flew towards a nearby tree, struck the base, and promptly
devoured it in a blaze of angry flames.
His
face grew white as he watched the tree being consumed by the blaze, eyes wide
in shock. What the hell is going on? How the hell did she do that? Is this
some sort of weird dream?
“I will
ask you one more time,” she snarled, crimson eyes narrowed. “Where are my
friends?”
“A
better question, woman, is where are we?”
Lina
swung around, eyes still narrowed. Wufei jumped to his feet and walked to her
threateningly, a slight sneer on his lips. Duo said nothing at the fact that he
last remembered Wufei wearing a pair of blue pants and a tight black shirt, not
the matching, slightly feminine, white tunic and pants and cloak that he bore
now. The Chinese pilot’s eyes met hers and held them.
She
scoffed. “‘Woman’? I’ll have you know that I am the legendary ‘Lina Inverse, Bandit
Killer’ and I won’t have any regrets if I fireball your butt right here and
now!”
Duo
waved Wufei off, and was promptly greeted with a glare, but submission. Duo’s
warm violet eyes returned to the famed Bandit Killer, a small smile on his
lips. “We are as confused as you are, so how about if we get a few questions
out of the way first. Can you tell us where we are?”
“Thirteen
miles east of Seyruun,” she muttered, allowing him the privilege of a brief
answer.
The
Deathscythe pilot’s mind searched relentlessly, attempting to recall a place on
Earth or in the colonies called Seyruun, but coming up empty. He was about to
open his mouth again when he saw Wufei’s perplexed look.
“What?”
Duo asked, confused.
“I
think this is the first time I have ever seen your hair down, Maxwell, but when
did you dye your hair blonde?” the other inquired.
Duo’s eyes grew
large as he reached a trembling hand behind him and grabbed a large chunk of
hair. My hair, she had said something about my hair, he dimly remembered.
Slowly he brought it over his shoulder and saw that it was indeed the color of
the purest gold shimmering in the sunlight.
He
swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes going back to the young girl. “What
did you do to us?” he growled.
Her
eyes narrowed as she raised her hand once more, fireball swirling above it.
“You are messing with the wrong woman,” she growled.
“It
wasn’t her.”
All
eyes turned to the new voice. Duo gasped quite audibly as Wufei took a step
backwards. Even Quatre, who had just woken up, looked up in silent awe and
horror.
Heero
stood several feet away, commanding and cold as usual. His hair was a dark mess
atop his head, his cobalt eyes the usual impenetrable walls. He still wore his
customary green tank top and familiar black spandex shorts, although the gun
that usually sat in the waistband of his shorts seemed to be missing.
However,
everyone’s eyes turned to his skin. His flesh, which had been smooth and even,
now consisted of small rocks and stones that reflected the brilliant sunlight
like jewels in cavern walls.
Amelia’s
eyes flickered open slowly. Having to help run an entire kingdom gave her the
ability to not mind the morning as much as the other people she traveled with.
Her mouth opened in a large yawn that seemed impossible for her mouth to
achieve and sat up.
The
room was unfamiliar, and very unimpressive. White walls, a tile ceiling, a
simple cot for a bed, a small unreachable window in the upper right hand
corner, all things that seemed very simple, as if for a prisoner more than a
guest.
I
don’t remember going to an inn last night, she thought as she got to her
feet. She walked to a plain wooden door and grabbed the round brass handle,
only to find it locked.
Locked?
she thought, panic starting to rise. Am I a prisoner? Where are all the
others? Was I kidnapped? What evil villains would do such an unjust thing?
She
looked down, noticing the different clothes than the ones she was accustomed
to. Instead of her familiar white pants, shirt and short cloak, she was wearing
a pair of lose fitting black pants that tightened at the ankle and a tight
black shirt. Her face turned red at the body-hugging shirt, and finding it
slightly more difficult to breathe.
She
quickly disregarded her style of dress for the moment, choosing to get to the
bottom of that mystery later. She ran to the door, he fists lightly striking it
repeatedly. “Hello? Can someone let me out please?”
Through
the door, she could hear the approaching footsteps and took an unsteady step
back. An audible click came through as she heard a key unlock the door, and it
was swung open.
Her
eyes fell upon a slightly tall young man with a lean frame. His brown hair flew
straight ahead of him, hiding one of his accusing clear green eyes. His arms
were folded across his chest, which was hidden beneath a tight black
turtleneck.
“Where
are the others?” he asked, almost growled.
“So,
you did have me locked up,” Amelia gasped, a tad melodramatically. “You did
kidnap me!”
His
eyebrow raised in confusion. “Kidnapped? You hardly have any room to talk.
Where are the others?”
“Your
heart is one of evil! How dare you capture the princess of Seyruun!”
“W-What?”
he stuttered, his mind not recalling any place that bore such a name.
“However,
justice shall prevail! Those with a righteous heart and soul will always win!
With justice filling the hearts of the valiant hero’s, they can take any road
and come out victorious!
“You,
evildoer, will fail in the light of righteousness and fairness!” she continued.
Evil will never win! Only those with a heart full of justice and love will
forever shine brightly!” With that, she thrust out her hand, her fingers making
a “V” symbol while she smiled triumphantly behind it.
And
all she was greeted with was a door slammed in her face and the audiable click
of the key locking it once more.
Trowa sighed as he
walked to a different room. Although rather patient most of the time, he could
not stand another moment of that girl’s incessant babbling about justice.
Perhaps someone else would have an explanation as to where the other pilots had
disappeared to.
While
walking down the hall, his mind drifted back to the day he found the strangers
in the Gundams, unconscious. There was no blood, no damage, no explanation as
to what happened, which drove him absolutely insane with confusion and worry.
The people had been dressed so differently; they had looked so strange that it
fueled his mild panic and concern. He had been lucky to get to the safehouse as
soon as he had with those people, who remained unconscious the entire trip
there.
He
stopped and unlocked a door, entering the other woman’s room. She sat on a
small cot, her hands clasped to her chest. Her face looked slightly pale and
frightened, her eyes large and soft.
Her
head swung to the young man, long black hair swinging as if it had a life of
its own. She jumped to her feet and walked to him, eyes still large and
doe-like.
“Tell
me where they are,” he said, trying to sound stern.
“Excuse
me, sir, but can you please explain to me what’s going on here?” she replied,
her voice as soft and delicate as her eyes. “And can you please tell me where
Gourry-dear is? I’m so worried about him. And why do I have this strange
feeling inside of me, as if it were in my soul, my heart?”
He
started for a moment, his face visibly showing the shock his inner being
suddenly felt. “What kind of feeling is it? Can you explain it?”
She
shook her head, hair flying slowly. “It’s as if I can feel all my companions,”
she whispered, her eyes confused and staring over his shoulder. “It’s as if I
can feel everything, all of them, within my heart.” Her hand unconsciously
found her left breast, directly above her beating heart, and clutched it.
Trowa
could do nothing but stare in shock. Quatre had the same ability; he could feel
the other pilots, could sense their souls, their pain, their lives. This was
impossible.
Without
another word, he turned on his heel and walked out. “Your friend’s are fine,”
he called through the door, locking it once more. He sighed as he walked
through a long white hallway until he reached another door. Unlocking it, he
went in.
His
eyes fell upon a tall man in blue armor that stood in the farthest corner, his
blue eyes staring out a small barred window. His hair fell down his back in a
chestnut colored braid that reminded the pilot so much of Duo’s. Upon hearing
him enter, the man swirled around, hand automatically reaching for his belt, as
if to produce a weapon that did not exist.
“Where
are they?” Trowa asked, standing beside the door.
“Where
is Lina?” Gourry asked in returned.
The
pilot shook his head, almost poking out his eye with his lengthy pointy hair.
“I don’t know who ‘Lina’ is, but I want to know where the Gundam pilots are!”
“The
Kungom whozits?” Gourry replied, eyebrows rising.
“Gundam
pilots!” Trowa growled. “Don’t play dumb with me!”
The
mercenary scratched his head, dimly noting his braided hair. He promptly forgot
about it as he said, “I don’t know what you are talking about- this Domgam
whatever thing- but I want to know right now where Lina is!”
Trowa
smirked, tossing his head as he walked away. “I see you’re a smart one, keeping
your mouth shut. OZ or whoever is behind this chose wisely with you.”
Gourry
looked at him, perplexed. “Smart…?”
“I’ll
find out where they are,” the pilot said as he shut the door. “I’ll find out
where Quatre is, with or without your help.”
Even
after the door slammed, Trowa swore he could hear a confused voice mutter,
“Smart…me?”
Before
he visited the last mysterious character, he decided to once again look at the
readouts from the night of the disappearance. He had intercepted that
information that same day, hacking into OZ’s database to retrieve it, but it
seemed as though it still held no explanation as to what had occurred.
As
he sat down in the only comfortable chair in his room, he flicked on his
laptop. The monitor sparked on, coming to life in seconds. The green lettering
on the screen cast eerie shadows like Incan writings across his serious face.
He brought up the file, his eyes roaming over it for any sight of a clue.
Suddenly
his eyes grew large, full of confusion.
It
can’t be…