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Of Ghosts and Swords, Words and Wars	By : draechaeli Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Shin Kidou
Senki Gundam W or any of
its characters. Welcome to the wonderful world of Fanfiction!

Warning: This fic contains at
least SHOUNEN-AI (guys kissin� and cuddlin�) and possibly YAOI (explicit sex scenes between
guys), it also contains PEDERASTY (erotic practices between adult males and
adolescent boys) because Wu Fei is 15 almost 16.

Author Note: Most questions people have had I tried to
answer within the text of the story. Please take note that I myself am an
insomniac and I have used that time to learn many things like Japanese and now
Chinese. Any Chinese I write in this fic will be in
pinyin so the accents can be seen. You�ll see there will be a point to that
later on. Anyways please no disagreements about the insomnia bits I�m nineteen
and have been an insomniac since I was about three or four and I am serious, so
I can at least compare what the three main characters do in their nights to me
and the insomniacs I know. Happy Reading!

-Na

Of Ghosts and Swords, Words and Wars

Chaputa-ni: Swords

One week; it had been a whole entire week of motorcycle
rides down mountain paths. That was seven duals, sword fights, lost to the
once-noble German and Russian bred. Fifty-six hours in the man�s presence. Numerous
chess matches some won some lost the majority of the words spoken being along
the lines of �knight to king�s bishop three�.

And here he was Chang Wu Fei
sitting in his cubicle waiting for his shift to end so the he could go once
more. Perhaps the irony of it all was that his shift had technically ended a
couple hours ago. But before he had been accosted by the ghost of his past he
had spent excess amount of hours in the office that a man his age should have
never. And to keep up appearances he would stay until Duo�s insanity drove him
away.

The two ex-Gundam pilots were sent
on very few missions for if they were not around when the mission that counted
aroused then war could be on the horizon. One of Wufei�s
first missions had been calculated with a three percent chance of survival and
an estimated time of completion of a minimum of one month. The mission was to
collect information from a rebel base.

The Chinese boy had been sent in with the every confidence
that he was that three percent. He returned with a disc with all the computer
files at the end of the week. The person who had done the calculations had been
a bit of a green thumb and after that the calculations were much more accurate.
Wu Fei didn�t brag or anything the fact of the mater
was the rebels had been used too the locals near or even walking through their
territory. And that was where being fifteen came in handy; a looser hair style,
a splash of mud and a line like, �Xi
Pei,
will never find me here!�.

The young dragon was pulled from his musings when the young
braided brunette approached him, �Where have you been Wu Fei?�

An onyx eyebrow raised the expression on the caramel colored
face telling Duo he was a total idiot, �Here, in my cubicle.�

�Iie! I
mean every night for the last week?� exclaimed Duo situating himself on Wu Fei�s desk, playing ideally with his hair.

�Duo we�re insomniacs you spend many hours at night talking
with Hilde and running your junk yard. I do kata in my garden or I�m meditating and thus wouldn�t be
able to answer your calls. Sometimes I go for a ride on my bike, you know
this,� answered Wu Fei looking into the violet eyes
of his friend.

The brunette shook his head not bothering to remove his
bangs from obstructing his eye sight, �I went to your place every night �Fei, and you weren�t there, there wasn�t even any signs
that you had returned there before disappearing.�

Obsidian orbs narrowed on their friend, �So you picked my
lock.�

�Don�t look at me like that,� replied Duo a glare of his
own, �I know what you�re thinking and there is no point in changing your locks
I can still get in.�

A low angry growl rose in Wu Fei�s
throat; he stood up and left his cubicle, with Duo on his heels. They didn�t
say anything to each other, the Chinese youth just swiftly made it to the
employee locker room trailed by his friend.

Tugging at the stiff tie, Wu Fei
began to shed the thick fabric of his Preventer�s
dress. Hanging up the shirt, tie and slacks in his locker he began to dress in
the looser cheongsam. He wasn�t one to enjoy his movement restricted when he
could help it.

Picking up his black helmet ebony haired teen turned to
leave, �Ara Duo, so you know I�m going to go on a long bike ride right now. There is no
point in picking my locks I won�t be
home.�

Duo caught Wu Fei�s arm before he
could leave, �Wu Fei leave the ghosts to rest in
peace.�

�I prefer to clash swords Duo, and I�ll continue to,�
answered Wu Fei as he left his friend. Duo stared after
the retreating figure of his friend, stroking his braid before tossing it over
his shoulder, little did he know how literal his friend�s words were and not
figuratively.

Hiding his GSX-R 1000 off the rode a ways, Wu Fei took off his helmet and ran for the wall easily jumping
high enough now to get one hand on the top of the brick work. Using that new
leverage he pulled his body up and twisted over the wall landing crouched in
the grass on three stabilizers.

Standing up and shifting the Katana on his back, onyx orbs
scanned the yard and as expected found Milliardo�s
court watching him silently, and content tongues lolling out of their mouths.

After the first visit when Wu Fei
returned he expected to be attached again, to be jumped by the over grown pouches
and saved by Treize and his accursed German. But the
dogs never attached him, and he had safely made it around to the back of the
house escorted by Count to climb a tree near Treize�s
balcony. On the third night he tried to give Count a dog treat, but the Dobermann would still not eat it, this of course only
raised more questions that were never asked.

Looking down below the second floor balcony, which Wu Fei had just grabbed a hold of, he could see the dog
sitting on his haunches and waiting, watching, guarding him- Chang Wu Fei. Hoisting himself up and over
the railing, the dark figure ducked into the bedroom of a ghost to the world.

Moving easily through the rooms that belonged to the elder
man Wu Fei found them all unoccupied. Noticing an
oddity between the silk roses and the photo of father and daughter black eyes
scanned the white piece of paper.

Drache- I have simply gone to speak with Milliardo across the hall. If you are to arrive before I
return either come across the hall and knock or call from the vid-phone in the study, ex. 445. �Treize

In soft lamp light two men sat facing each other over a
desk. Albeit the formal setting the two were there on casual means a bottle of
deep red wine between them. The younger of the two brushed back a strand of
silvery-blond hair and looked into the deep blue eyes of his friend, �Your
dragon has arrived Treize; do you think he will
appear before me or call?�

Twirling the wine glass between two long fingers the
brunette replied, �He will call; he would view otherwise as intruding upon
you.�

�And tonight if you win? Will you be playing chess once
more?� asked Milliardo.

�I wish to know more about my Drache,
and tonight if the circumstances provide I will do so. But don�t worry Miri, I will see to it that you can at least watch the
duals soon; it is your home after all,� smiled Treize.

The blond inclined his head a few strands of hair spilling
forward catching the low light, �Insomnia really does suit you two, duals and
chess matches till odd hours in the morning.�

�It suits you as well Miri, how
many languages are self taught? How many times have you come up with a strategy
to save the world while other diplomats slept?� asked the wispy brunette, his
blue eyes sparkling.

�

�Latin, Greek, and Spanish, are the three languages and Treize you know I really don�t know, but it wasn�t always
to save the world sometimes it was our plans to sneak out of the academy. But
who could really sleep a full night by themselves with our memories?� [1]

Just then there was a beep, nothing too loud, but it cut the
silence in the room quickly; the beep was familiar to the blond, for it was
saying that none other than Treize Khushrenada was calling, lighter-blue orbs glanced up into
darker-blue eyes, or was it that someone with Khushrenada�s
pass-codes and was in his personal study, was calling.

A realization dawned on the once-prince, that all the secret
known only to the two men who had been sipping wine where about to be broken
into by a third. And yet Milliardo Peacecraft couldn�t seem to find the strength or want to be
angry. Because he knew that they in turn would find out secrets only known to
Chang Wu Fei, if that is even his real name, for
anyone who knew the man before the war had died.

Pressing the on button on his vid-phone,
Milliardo smiled and placed down his wine glass
seeing the cold hard face of the boy on the screen, �Ah, Chang Wu Fei, I suppose then I should be sending Treize
back then.�

The head of tight black hair nodded, not a word said as the
screen fizzled out to a blank black. The older and slightly shorter male drank
the last of his wine before placing down his glass, standing up and looking at
his long time friend, �Do you think me a fool for getting involved with him
like this?�

��Fools rush in� and you seem to be taking careful steps.
Besides we always had each other to deal with the ghosts of the past, he has
had no one; I think in a way he needs us. As we need him, you know I�ll never
beat you in a dual, but him, he is another story entirely. But not tonight, go
and beat him and then have your talk,� replied Milliardo
with a smile.�

Treize nodded, �Oyasumi Miri, Charlemagne.� The
brunette then turned and stepped around the old Dobermann
that lay between the door and Milliardo. Although too
old to be running the grounds he was still a vigilant watchdog. [2]

Moving swiftly across the hall and into his sitting room
Prussian blue orbs immediately sought and found the onyx orbs of his young
opponent. Wu Fei stood there calm and still his
over-shirt and sheath already neatly set aside.

Without a word Treize moved
further within his room towards his swords rack. He could feel the obsidian
gaze follow his every move. Watch him as he contemplated which sword to use
only to reach forward and grab the one he always used. But he paused; Treize could feel the tension rolling off of Wu Fei now that he was being watched by the younger. Something
had happened, to anger his dragon and then the added wait for the dual seemed
to spark the fire that was already smoldering.

Glancing over his shoulder, he could see into the swirling
black depths, and the angry fire that burned there. Replacing the half drawn
sword, and moved towards one that was less ornamented but still elegant to the
left, he drew the sword.

He hated to do this to his Drache,
for there was no question that the Chinese boy would lose that evening. For Treize knew that such a flaming temperament in battle would
only conclude in a loss for the dragon. In the mind of the Russian, he was
quite certain that the dragons (the large reptilians) of the past could
contribute a good portion of their extinction to their tempers (if one were to
assume the fire in Wu Fei�s eyes mirrored the
potential of a real dragon�s anger).

Wu Fei gave the elder time enough
to turn and take his stance before he surged forward, with all his might and
anger towards Duo.� He knew it was wrong
to fight with so much anger, that it was rush and brash. As the Chinese boy made
his first downward strike at the taller opponent he knew as the powerful block
almost threw him off that he would lose.

The battle was quick Treize made
his counter strike which was barely defended against. And then the younger
thrust forward, the elder parried with the knocking the katana away. As had
been with the prior seven duals Chang immediately fell to his knees, �My life
is forfeit.�

�Then you will stay the night, you can take a shower if you
wish,� replied Treize as he moved to sheath his
sword.

The youth nodded and stood making his way to the bathroom
door off of the sitting room. He sighed as he entered the small room, opening
the linen closet he pulled out the over-sized red shirt and a towel to lay on
the toilet lid while he took his shower.

As the near scorching water hit the caramel skin and roused
the smell of the rose scented soaps that were preferred by the ex-OZ general. A
small smile flitted across Wu Fei�s features, as all
thoughts of Duo and the doubts that he had risen were squelched in a rose
scented blanket. Even if they never spoke, and even if it was Treize and Milliardo that played
large parts in the deaths of his friends and family, he knew that they
understood him, as he them.

Onyx orbs of the damp dragon peered around the sitting room,
originally his eyes had fallen on the chess board to find it unoccupied. The
Chinese youth found what he was looking for sitting on a sofa the tea trolley
before him and two steaming cups of tea.

Catching the inquisitive look from the dragon, Treize cleared his throat, �Instead of playing chess I
would like to talk tonight, get to know you a little better. If you are
completely against the idea then we will just play chess. I�ll even let you ask
the first five questions, but if either of us are uncomfortable answering then,
the matter will not be pushed.�

There was a long moment of silence where the younger stood
cold in his over-sized t-shirt, just watching the brunette on the sofa. Slowly
he sat down, next to but not close to the other man, picking up the western tea
cup and sipping the fine Japanese tea Wu Fei replied,
�If I were to say ask multiple questions about the security here, would that
count as one question in my initial five?�

Treize chuckled, �It would truly
depend on the topic; security though I can say I could answer a thousand
questions and only count it as one perhaps two.�

�Why are you alive?�

Coughing at the bluntness and the swiftness of the question,
the ex-OZ general picked up his own cup of tea and
took a sip before answering, �Well the day before I was going into space Milliardo came to call. No matter what we had said prior to
about our friendship ending I had welcomed him with opened arms. He had drugged
the wine, and when I woke up I found myself handcuffed to a chair. During some
of his sleepless nights Milliardo had designed a
remote for the mobile suits that was tested but never used. He explained to me
that he had outfitted the Tallgeese II with the
remote and sent orders that I was to enter space in a private craft, using a
holograph to make me appear to really be going into space. After a long and
heated argument, where you were Milliardo�s main
defense, I agreed to go along with the charade, if only for peace.�

A pregnant pause filled the room, as Wu Fei
digested the information given to him. In the end it wasn�t Treize�s
fault, that he was still alive and that feeling that had arisen within him when
the brunette had died at his hand, was gone. That just left Milliardo,
and could you blame him he had done it for Treize, Wu
Fei, and lastly himself.

�Explain the dynamics of the security here, to me,� stated
the ex-Gundam pilot.

�Milliardo�s court,� Treize smiled, �most people with guard dogs like Milliardo are uncaring towards the dogs and barely feed
them. Milliardo treats them the exact opposite, which
comes out with better results.�

Wu Fei questioned, �Why don�t they
chase me anymore?�

�Once you are introduced to them, by their full names, they
know not to attack you.�

�What is stopping me from using that against you?�

�Only Milliardo, the dog trainer
and I can introduce people.�

Looking at the German skeptically the Chinese youth
continued, �They don�t eat anything I give them, why?�

�The same reason you can�t introduce them to people only three
people can feed them.�

�Why did you command the dogs in German?�

Treize chuckled, �They are Dobermann Pinschers a German breed, Ever since Milliardo got his first hound when he was five; Karl
Friedrich Louis, he has been having them trained in German.�

�

�Who is the baby in the picture?�

There, the living-ghost paused, blue eyes hard and studying
the man beside him, �You tell me. Don�t deny that if I had never stirred the
ghosts of your past that when she surfaced in the world you would have not gone
looking to squash apparitions and sleep-full nights.�

�Your daughter then.�

�Mariemaia Khushrenada,
a girl destined for greatness. A girl destined to follow in her father�s
footsteps; to be a pawn to others. Milliardo used
her; you�re the only two, outside the Barton�s, that know of her; and he used
her for me to agree to his plan while handcuffed. If I�m still alive I can stop
Dekim and whatever his plans maybe,� replied Treize quietly, �now I think it is my turn. How old are
you? During the war your file said that you were fifteen, but your file still
says that you are fifteen.�

Wu Fei scuffed, �I�m fifteen.�

�You drive a motorcycle; you can�t even legally drive on
your own in the United
States.�

�I�m a Preventer and need a mode
of transportation. When I first started and Une sent
some guy to pick me up, I walked to work and was a couple hours late. So she
pulled some string and I got a special license and the bike.�

�Could you just elaborate on your age please I really don�t
understand how you can be fifteen for nearly two years,� the brunette said with
a sigh drinking the last of his tea and pouring himself
another cup.

�It isn�t really that hard of a concept to grasp,� chuckled
Wu Fei, �AC195�
was the year I turned fifteen yes but when I had first come to earth I
was still fourteen, as I am now still fifteen for the next ten days at least.
You out of anyone should know that L5 A0206 was destroyed, so not even OZ, or Preventer intelligence can
dig up my birth record. Even if you looked at A0206 civilian records that some
of the other colonies have you won�t find me.�

�Why is Chang not your real family name?� asked Treize.

The youth thought for a moment his ebony orbs sliding shut, sipping
his tea slowly, �Well the Traditional Mandarin character is the same but the
civilian files are all in the traditional characters and pinyin. But you only
know the Japanese translation roumaji. Even if you
found my file there is some information in that file that would make you second
guess yourself.�[3]

�Why were you so angry earlier?� asked Treize
after taking a mental note that it was the 25^th of June soon to be
the 26^th and in ten days it would be July 5^th, and
according to Wu Fei himself it would be his birthday,
his sixteenth birthday. [4]

�Duo picked the locks of my apartment, and is getting
suspicious of my nightlife. I don�t think I will be coming here for a couple
days, to satisfy Maxwell,� replied Wu Fei somewhat
sadly.�

Author�s Note:�

[1] Latin isn�t
that hard there is very little in the way of grammar, most of which is
suggested. Once one knows Latin, Other languages like Greek and Spanish are not
that hard.

[2] Charlemagne
(742 or 747 � January 28, 814) Holy Roman Emperor, happen to also be the face
of the King of Hearts in a French deck of cards. He is currently Milliardo�s eldest dog.

[3] The surname
Chang (張):
in Chinese pinyin is spelled either Chāng/Zhāng
which gives it a tone difference then Chang (Romanization) and for the sake of
this story when referring to the correct spelling/pronunciation of Wu Fei�s surname I�ll use Zhāng.

[4] I couldn�t
find a set birth date for Wu Fei so I picked one
which I wanted to be a summer date and involve a five since he was Gundam pilot 05.

Karl Friedrich Louis Dobermann:
The first breeder of Dobermann Pinschers in 1890 Germany. This is the name of Milliardo�s first dog, which died in the fall of the Sanc
Kingdom. For all those
who are wondering Milliardo currently has nine dogs,
of which you (and Wu Fei) will meet later.

German Dictionary (I learned German in Switzerland and what I learned as High German there
is sometimes not actually High German):

Drache: Dragon

Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. Please review no matter what.

-Na

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