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)

Prologue

Space is cold and dark, as unyielding and relentless as a skilled assassin. It is a void of nothingness and everything at once. It is the beginning and source of life, yet the destroyer of all.

None knew it better than the Gundam pilots.

“Heero! I’m picking up some high energy distortion ahead.” Duo Maxwell’s cheery voice sounded distant and slightly worried through the static-filled com link.

Heero looked ahead, emotionless as usual. “Do you know what it is?”

He could imagine his fellow pilot shaking his head, braid flying. “No, not a clue.”

“Quatre, do you?” Heero asked coldly.

An extremely gentle and soft-spoken voice crackled over his communication radio. “I’m sorry, Heero. I don’t know either.”

Heero could see a bright light beginning to form off in the distance, as if a star was shining extra bright. “Wufei, is it an OZ ship?”

The other pilot voice came through perfectly clear, as if he sat right beside the Wing pilot. “I don’t think so. It doesn’t remind me of anything they might have.”

Suddenly, the light grew, as if someone flicked a light switch. Radiance as bright as the sun enveloped their Gundams, bathing them in a luminescence that seemed impossible.

The computer screens and radars all went dead, falling completely black. Everything within the giant mechs turned completely off, yet still they could feel the light absorbing them.

The pilots felt themselves unraveling and coming apart, flesh from muscle, muscle from bone, bone from blood, blood from atom. Duo and Quatre screamed while they could, until the breath was stolen from their soon non-existing lungs. Wufei steeled himself, gritting teeth that soon faded completely away. Heero sat unmoving, eyes staring ahead with only one thought on his churning mind:

So, here is death to take me now. A soldier’s death I did die.

And then there was nothing.

“That was the best fish dinner I have ever cooked!” Lina said proudly. Her hands lay across her full stomach as she sighed. “I don’t think I could eat another bite even if I tried!”

“Wow! Miss Lina, I never thought I would hear you say that!” Amelia cried, a smile jumping across her lips. Her short dark hair swayed in the light night breeze, her dark eyes twinkling like the stars that littered the sky.

“Hm, well I would hope she wouldn’t be able to after she ate thirteen of those fried fish,” Zelgadis muttered. The stones in his skin reflected the campfire’s light while his dark wiry- hair sat unwavering in the gentle wind.

“Lina has a bottomless pit for a stomach,” Gourry, the blonde swordsman, replied. His smile was open and genuine, if not a little dense. He ran hand through his long blonde tresses while attempting to sit comfortably on a small piece of wood. “Too bad nothing she eats can increase her breast size!”

“Oh yeah, Gourry?” Lina hopped to her feet, red hair swinging, crimson eyes ablaze with fury. Suddenly a ball of fire leaped into her small white-gloved hand. “FIR-”

“Please stop, Miss Lina,” Sylphiel’s shy feminine voice begged, barely audible over the start of the spell. Lina looked to the voice, her eyes falling onto the shy, delicate woman with long shimmering black hair. Her eyes were large and pleading, hands folded as if in prayer before her.

Lina dropped her hand, sighing. She looked at her dark haired companion and glowered. “Aw, come on, Sylphiel! He deserves it!”

“I’m sure Gourry-dear didn’t mean it, Miss Lina,” she said, tossing a sweet grin at the blonde mercenary.

“Um, I didn’t?” Gourry said, eyebrows raised in slight confusion. Upon seeing everyone’s eyes glaring at him (except for Sylphiel, who could not glare even if she wanted to), he smiled sheepishly. “Oh, yeah! Of course I didn’t!”

The red haired sorceress sighed in defeat as she lay down beside the fire, yawning. “Well, I’m going to bed! See you guys in the morning!” She promptly rolled over, gathering her dark cloak and blankets around her small body, and fell asleep.

Everyone stared at her already slumbering form and shrugged. With lack of anything better to do, they followed suit. Each one laid down in their bedroll, murmured a “goodnight” and drifted to sleep.

They missed the flash of light from the heart of the campfire, one that was quick, yet enveloped the entire group of companions…well, almost the entire group.