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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: compared to the other chapters this is rather
short, but I think will make people happy. Happy Reading!

-Na

Of Ghosts and Swords, Words and Wars

Chaputa-san: Swords

Three days, that was how long it had been since Wu Fei had raised his katana against Treize.
But as he sat in his quiet apartment on the third night, he had come to realize
that measuring such sleepless night with the normal terminology of time would
simply not do.

When he had still spent most of his time devoted to the
scholarly aspects of life he found when one had asked him how long he had sat
in that field and read, he would simply state that he had sat there long enough
to read what he had.

And now a few years later Wu Fei
was finding that �three days� was once more not an adequate form of telling
time. He had preformed his t�ol� (kata)
too many times that he had lost count, practiced each punch and kick on his
cracked-corn punching bag one hundred times, and meditated long enough to stop
the bleeding. [1] [2]

The prior night Duo had dragged him to a disco tech since
Duo was old enough to actually go he found the music, and crowds to be rather
pleasant. That was a grand total of 38 bodies male or female pressed against-
dancing with the braided baka, and four invites for
his person and 23 glares before the Chinese youth, with his fake id (which no
one but himself and Treize knew was fake), left.
[3]�

Onyx eyes starred at the blank wall in front of the boy and
the sofa that Sally had insisted that he get. His katana resting simply across
his lap, like a true swordsman he was never without it. A particular notion
left over from practically ancient days when the stars were one of the greatest
mysteries. Someone like Duo would never understand why Chang hung onto such an
ideal. So occasionally it was easier to explain the need for the katana to be
much in the same as Heero�s gun always on hand,
always there.

Suddenly- for it really was never a conscious thought in the
youths mind- Wu Fei stood and was walking out the
front door, not even stopping to put on his long-sleeved shirt, but he did have
enough sense to grab his bike helmet and katana. Although he did lack a
destination, his tireless mind was momentarily sedated with the prospects of an
evening ride.��

Chang, Wu Fei, a scholar for many
of his young years, a Gundam pilot the year
following- an assassin, a spy, and now a Preventer.
He should have seen that his once destination-less mind would give over to
muscle-memory and he would find himself at the gates of the Peacecraft
estate.

Sighing dishearteningly letting a shiver run through his
body in the chill of the surprisingly cool June evening, the dark featured boy
was beginning to curse forgetting a long-sleeve anything. Although to no one
would this be said. And so it was decided that Wu Fei would go ahead and duel Treize,
the secondary purpose of which to get warm.

Like many evening before, found one of the worlds leading
men in infiltration being closely, if not giddily followed by Count. He moved
swiftly and easily along the familiar route, only slightly less known then his t�ol� now to his muscle. He easily swung his body up into
the branches of the tree under the window that belonged to Khushrenada,
Treize. It did not escape the youth that someone had
been recently working in the garden that ran along the side of the building.

Once more having pulled himself up
onto the terrace, Wu Fei dusted himself off, before
raising his eyes to the room and what should be open glass doors. Obsidian orbs
went wide in shock to see not only the glass mostly closed but also for there
to be a growling dobermann his dark brown eyes
trained on the Chinese youth. Taking a deep shuttering breath the Chinese youth
resolved that there was a barrier between him and the dog and if Treize didn�t come soon with his accursed German, Chang
would simply leave.

�Ruhige dich
Charlemagne,� came the muffled German from deep within the dark recesses of the
room. Something seemed off about the voice to the boy outside of the house, but
the dog had stopped growling at him, and Wu Fei could
now see that he was grey around the muzzle and as the dog backed away from the
glass he moved rather stiffly.

Stepping cautiously into Treize�s
sleeping quarters, instead of meeting the dark blue eyes of the rather tall
German-Russian bred, black eyes seemed to be traveling a few more centimeters
to meet with the pale blue eyes of the even taller platinum blond. Scowling
deeply Wu Fei was about to speak when a pale finger
was placed at the elder�s lips and his kind eyes turned towards the bed and the
sleeping Treize. Motioning for the younger to follow
him away from the sleeping man for an explanation, the two men left the room,
trailed by the old dog.

The born prince moved straight through Treize�s
chambers and moved swiftly across the hall and opening the door ushering the
boy and dog within. Chang was surprised to find himself in almost an identical
sitting room as Treize�s own across the hall.

�Zechs what is the meaning of
this? Why is Treize asleep at ten at night? And why
was that dog not allowing me in his room?� exclaimed Wu Fei!

Standing next to the dobermann,
scratching his head the ex-Lightning Count sighed, �Let me, first introduce
you; Chang, Wu Fei this is Charlemagne the Holy Roman
Emperor. I had had a feeling that you would show up tonight so I had asked
Charlemagne to inform me of your arrival. There is a microphone on his collar
so I can hear his growling. And to why Treize is
sleeping, well he always seems to get a summer cold, a small 24-hour thing and
well when he did not duel you the past few nights he insisted on doing some
night gardening albeit the light rain we had last night and he got sick.�

There was a moment of silence where the Chinese youth
shifted the sword on his back and looked at the man in front of him. Not
knowing exactly what to say or do to the man before him, he moved to walk by
him back through Treize�s chambers and back to his
GSX-R 1000.

�Wu Fei,� the voice of Milliardo Peacecraft paused the
boy�s retreat, �we�re both insomniacs and our greatest source of entertainment
in the moonlit hours is ironically sleeping. So I am inviting you for the
evening, although I cannot offer you a duel, but if you enjoy poetry I have a
book of poems by Xu Zhimo
in Chinese of course.� [4]

This defiantly caught the attention of young Wu Fei, and he wasn�t sure whether from the fact that the
blond behind him knew an early twentieth century Chinese poet, or that the man
spoke Chinese, �I was not aware that you spoke Chinese.�

�I don�t,� the blond paused watching the slighter form spin
around and glare, �for diplomatic reasons I was taught to read Chinese, so I
may deliver speeches when necessary. I am always given a copy of my speeches in
English to go over before I give the speech.�

�I see, but then why would you know X�, Zh�m�? And if you cannot understand his
poetry what is the point of reading it?� asked the dark haired boy now
interested in the confusing man before him.

�I have read his work when translated; besides kanji was
based off of Traditional Chinese so I understand a little. So can I presume you
would like to join me then?� answered Milliardo.

The caramel covered head topped with tight black hair
nodded. Milliardo let a small smile, before turning
swiftly; his long silvery-blond hair swished catching the low light. The regal
figure left the room through a set of doors that in Treize�s
quarters would have lead to the book filled study. And in some odd sense of d�j�
vu when pilot 05 did indeed find himself in a book
filled study.

Milliardo quickly lit the room and
then swept over to the nearby wall swiftly selecting the old leather bound tome
before moving over to the bear-claw sofa and settling into the opposite arm as
the younger man in the room.

Shifting his mass of hair over one shoulder so it would not
pull when he moved his head Peacecraft peeled back
the old cover of the book carefully, weary of the blackened edges and singed
corners to prove the books life in the Sanc Kingdom.

The room soon filled with the slow and melodious words of
the Chinese poet X�, Zh�m� from the
enchanting voice, which hit each foreign word with such precise tone, of Milliardo Peacecraft. For a man
that knew little Chinese, he sure could have fooled many- Wu Fei thought, while listening to the familiar words of Chance, before he moved on to the next
poem. [5]

�... ai-� Milliardo
read, before Wu Fei cut him off.

�Zechs,
wait you�re pronouncing that wrong its �i.�

�Hai, that is what I said, ai.�

Wu Fei sighed and glanced around
the room. Getting off the sofa he moved towards the desk and picked up a blank
piece of paper and a pen before sitting back down closer to the elder blond
man.

Glancing over he wrote out the second line of the poem, with
the characters in question in thicker ink: �容不得恋爱，容不得恋爱！�underneath the line he wrote the kanji for ai: 愛.

�See Zechs this is what you said,�
replied the ravened haired boy pointing to the kanji on the page.

�Please Wu Fei call me by my given
name and I�ll ascent to your Chinese lesson,� answered the blond moving
slightly off of his reclining position on the arm of the sofa.

Wu Fei nodded, but as the light
blue eyes scanned the paper the younger could tell he still did not see the
difference, �I realize that it is hard when the zh�ngtǐz�
is so similar to the kanji. Here I�ll write it out for you in r�maji and in pīnyīn,�
the young Chinese scholar then wrote next to愛: ai and than underneath that he wrote: 爱
�i; showing the paper again he said, �do you see now?�

�I see yes but I don�t hear, if that makes any sense.�

Nodding Chang thought a moment and then next to his pīnyīn for love he wrote in large letters: AI, �Try saying it like this than.�

Milliardo looked at the paper and
then at the youth next to him, raising an eyebrow he watched Wu Fei for a moment noticing that the boy was covered in goose
bumps, ��i?� [6]

�Hai,� replied Chang, Wu Fei a
large smile on his face. He found that he enjoyed having a pseudo-student for
once, or at least someone to pay some inkling to his scholarly side.

The prince-of-old settled back against the arm rest, �Shall
I continue?� when the younger nodded, the ex-Tallgeese
pilot snaked an arm around the ex-Nataku pilot and
pulling the slighter form flush against him.

�Milliardo!�

�I noticed you were cold and this will warm you up a bit. Treize isn�t one to cuddle, unless he is in bed, but I
don�t mind. I mean unless you completely object to this?� replied the blond
shifting a bit to become a little more comfortable, �You�re a dragon right, a Drache, a l�ng; they are
reptilian right? And therefore prefer to be warmer then normal. You�re like a
dragon right Wu Fei your body a few degrees colder
then normal. So let me help you.�

�How did you know that my body ran colder than it should?�
asked the younger.

Blue eyes sparkled, �In a game of chess Treize
is always two moves ahead of his opponent that he sometimes forgets the
present, but he would have seen this eventually. I tend to live for the next
move and fear every pawn and therefore I noticed how cold you seemed, the rest
was a guess.�

There was a moment of silence, �Could you finish reading
�This is a Coward World�?�

The blond nodded tightening his hold on the Chinese youth
and brushing a stray hair from his eye, before returning to the poem at
hand.�

Author�s Note: �

[1] Chang Wu Fei is from China
and therefore wouldn�t know Karate (a mainly Okinawan
but Japanese Martial Arts) or use words like kata
(which is Japanese).

[2] Cracked-corn Punching Bag: when the bag
is punched or kicked it breaks down the corn more which settles on the bottom.
Not before long is the bottom of the bag as hard as cement. And will make hands
and feet bleed with use. It is good so you are not always used to hitting soft
things, and bleeding in a real fight won�t deter you.�

[3] Disco Tech: Are at the very least a European
thing (in this decade). They are like dance clubs, of which you must be sixteen
to enter for in most European countries beer and light alcohol is allowed to be
drunk at that age. I personally no matter the country refer to clubs as disco
techs unless it is something like �goth club� or �gay
bar�.

[4] X� Zh�m� 徐志摩
(1896---1931): Poet and essayist from Zhejiang. Studied at Peking Univerisity, in the United
States, at Clark and Columbia
universities, in England he
studied at Cambridge
University. He taught on
the faculty of Peking
University. Died in an airplane crash near Mt.
Tai, on his way from Shanghai
to Peking. He left behind four
collections of verse and several volumes of translations from various
languages.

[5] Chance: is
the name of a X�, Zh�m� poem. I
could only find two of his poems in English and Traditional Chinese at this
site: http:// www. translatorscafe.
com/ cafe/ MegaBBS/ thread-view.
asp? threadid=
225&start=81 (remove spaces).

[6] When my
friend at college was practicing Chinese for his girlfriend (who is from China)
I asked if ai was the same in Chinese as in Japanese
and that is exactly how they explained it to me. If you don�t understand
written out it is as if you were speaking normally and than (since love is so
grand) your voice raises a couple octaves and �shout� it out. If it is wrong
sorry. If you bring the font for the Chinese character for love and the kanji up
to about 22 then you can see how similar they are. The loveliness (or
not) of screwing up Chinese pronunciation the subject ai: āi
(哀)
means sorrow, pity, or grief while �i (爱)
means love. It is like mā (媽)
mother and mǎ (马)
horse.

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

Ruhige Dich: calm
yourself (calm down)

Drache: Dragon

Chinese Dictionary:

T�ol�: Forms in Martial Arts commonly referred to
as kata

Zh�ngtǐz�: Traditional
Chinese Characters

Pīnyīn: Romanization of
Mandarin Chinese; As Roumaji
is to Kanji in Japanese

L�ng: Dragon

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

-Na

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