Errr Heyo! It's me again, with another ficcie. This is one of the new ones
I'm working one ... I don't have a title yet, which is buggin the heck outta
me, so if anyone has any suggestions, please tell me! It'd me much
appreciated ^ ^ ... I'll try to hurry and type up the rest, along with the
other fics I've been working on =P Other than that .. uhm, enjoy~! =)
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~Disclaimer~
Gundam Wing and all itÕs little cuties donÕt belong to me ... ::sigh!::.
This is a work of fanfiction, for pure entertainment *evil snicker*, which
means
I am not making any money from this ... ::sigh sigh!:: .. so donÕt sue me =P
~Notes~
Hey, hey. This idea just popped into my head, and I HAD to write it,
despite the incredibly late hour and the incredibly important test I have
tomorrow. Haha, aw, but with the ideas floating through my head .. *cackle
cackle* ... it just had to be written! Warnings include yaoi, a little
profanity, and ... well, weÕll see about the rest! ^ ~
Enjoy~!!
~Tenken
*As-of-yet-untitled-fic*
by Tenken no Miko
Part One
ÒLame, lame lame,Ó Duo complained. He was sitting on his dorm
room bed, books and note paper strewn about him. He had just about given up
the idea of doing his homework. ÒLike I need to learn this for the hundredth
time ...!Ó He picked up a math textbook with a particularly cheesy cover.
Not only was he capable of doing everything in the book, but he could have
probably written a better one himself.
The snowstorm had stranded them in their dorm building, school having been
canceled for the day. Duo was almost sad that he wouldnÕt be allowed to
socialize with his classmates. Almost.
ÒOi! Heero! Whatcha doing over there? IÕm booored out of my mind!Ó
Heero sat at his laptop, as usual, typing away at something Duo couldnÕt
even imagine. When Heero didnÕt answer, Duo crawled over his bed full of junk
and
leaned over HeeroÕs shoulder. ÒMan, you are soo lame! Hacking into the
school records again. Why donÕt you put some games on that thing?Ó
ÒSomeone has to take care of our finances,Ó Heero answered. He raised an
eyebrow, glancing at Duo. ÒAnd your grades up ...Ó
Duo folded his arms over his chest and pouted. ÒHey! I earned that 75 all by
myself ...!Ó
ÒHn,Ó was HeeroÕs only reply. ÒWhy donÕt you go visit Quatre and Trowa?Ó he
asked, not looking up from the computer screen.
Duo chuckled. ÒWhy would I do that?? I donÕt want to interrupt anything ...Ó
Duo couldnÕt help but laugh. Heero stopped typing, swiveling his chair so he
faced the braided pilot. ÒWhat do you mean?Ó
ÒYou know exactly what I mean!Ó Duo snickered. ÒItÕs so obvious with the two
of them!Ó
ÒWhatÕs obvious?Ó Heero asked, still not getting DuoÕs point. Duo rolled his
eyes. WasnÕt perfect soldier boy supposed to know everything? ÒHeero!
TheyÕre .. you-know ...Ó
Heero was silent for a moment, then understanding visibly dawned on his
face. He frowned. ÒNo theyÕre not.Ó
Duo leaned on the armrestÕs of HeeroÕs chair, bringing their faces only
inches away from each other. ÒHow much you wanna bet ...?Ó
A knock on the door startled the two boys, and Duo nearly jumped away from
HeeroÕs chair. They stared at the door until a sweet voice chimed in from
the hall ÒDuo? Heero? ItÕs meee. You guys in there?Ó
ÒVery funny, Quatre,Ó Duo called as he went to open the door. He knew
perfectly well there was nowhere for them to go with the snow storm outside;
that and it was six in the evening on a school night. It was against campus
rules for them to leave after dark.
Duo opened the door, letting Quatre into the room. Following closely behind
him was Trowa. Both looked a bit flushed, and unlike Heero and Duo, were
dressed in heavy, outdoor clothing. Duo looked down at his own t-shirt and
shorts. ÒWhere did you guys go?! ItÕs snowing like hell out there!Ó
Quatre giggled. ÒWell, I really wanted to go to town today, so we left this
morning before it got really nasty outside. Guess we were out longer than I
thought ...Ó
ÒYouÕre lucky you didnÕt get stuck!Ó Duo said. He sat down in the middle of
the hard wood floor, crossing his long legs. ÒSo whatÕs up?Ó
Quatre pulled a chair from the corner of the room, the only one there
besideÕs the one at HeeroÕs desk He placed it in front of Duo, and
immediately began pouring out the events of the day. Trowa stood listening,
smiling faintly at how the blond was so excited.
Ò...So Trowa and I went toward the shopping district, and it was really
really cold and very windy, and I saw this nice little shop on the way, so
we went inside, and guess what? It was one of those ÔNew ageÕ shops that
sells candles and incense and witchy-things!Ó
ÒWitchy-things?Ó Duo asked, finally getting a word in. At this rate, Quatre
would be talking more than the braided boy himself. Quatre beamed. ÒYeah,
witchy-things! Like ... uhm ... well, you know what I mean! And then the
weirdest thing happened ...Ó
Quatre stood in the New Age shop, rubbing his freezing hands together. Trowa
was next to him, shaking snow off of his jacket. When they adjusted to the
warmth of the store, they began looking around. Trowa was immediately drawn
to the shelves of books. Some were crisp, new books, many about the pagan
religion, chakra, and meditation. Some of the books, however, were dusty and
neglected, and held far more interesting titles as far as the brown-haired
boy was concerned. He pulled one particularly old book and flipped it open.
ÒWow, Quatre, look at this.Ó Quatre came over, still holding the candles he
was looking at. ÒWhat is it?Ó
Trowa tilted the book for Quatre. ÒThis book talks about summoning spirits
...Ó
ÒEvocation.Ó
Trowa and Quatre spun around to face who had spoken to them. They saw a
raven-haired woman dressed in a flowing purple dress. She smiled, her lips a
deep shade of red. ÒItÕs called evocation. When a spirit is summoned to
appear before the practitioner.Ó Trowa and Quatre were speechless, still
surprised by the appearance of the strange woman. She looked between the two
of them, a smile still on her rose-colored lips. She came forward and
extended her hand. ÒMy name is Lillia. Your names are ...?Ó
Quatre, who was closer to the woman, took her hand in a gentle shake. ÒMy
name is-Ó
ÒQuatre Raberba Winner ... yes.Ó The woman named Lillia said. Trowa and
Quatre both found their jaws unhinged. ÒHow did you know?Ó Quatre asked. ÒI
can tell,Ó she said. ÒIt came from your touch. YouÕre a very special young
man, Quatre. All five of you, though in different ways ...Ó
ÒWhat do you mean,Ó Trowa asked quietly. He was more than a little
suspicious of the woman. Lillia fixed her eyes on the taller boy. ÒThereÕs a
little
magic in everyone, Trowa is it? That the five of you were brought together
was no stroke of luck.Ó Lillia turned to Quatre again, gently squeezing the
hand still in her grasp. ÒQuatre and I have something in common You can
sense it, canÕt you Quatre? The thread that connects you all. You hear and
you feel
things that others donÕt ...Ó
ÒThe uchuu no kokoro ...?Ó Quatre whispered. Lillia nodded. ÒIt has many
names, but it is a power you have always had.Ó
Quatre and Trowa stood still, eyes wide. How could she have known about the
space heart? Lillia laughed, a light and flirty laugh that woke them from
their momentary daze. ÒDonÕt worry ... youÕll understand ... and soon,
apparently. Why donÕt I show you some things that you might find ...
interesting?Ó
Quatre and Trowa looked at each other, then back at Lillia. What could she
mean?
Duo stared up at Quatre from his seat on the floor, mouth hanging open. Even
the usually preoccupied Heero had quit typing and turned to watch Quatre
tell his tale. ÒHow do you know she isnÕt working for OZ?Ó Heero asked
suspiciously. Trowa shook his head. ÒThereÕs no way she could have known
about the uchuu no kokoro ... Ò Quatre nodded in agreement. ÒI got the
strangest feeling from her ... but sheÕs not lying. I would have seen right
past her lie.Ó
ÒSo what did you get?Ó Duo asked.
Quatre smiled. ÒIÕll show you. Let me just go and get Wufei.Ó