Of Ghosts and Swords, Words and Wars
Shi: Swords
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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
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. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
soon. I should be able to get a few writing hours in a day, unless I don’t have
an outlet for my laptop. But I won’t be able to post anything (most likely)
until the end of summer. But the happy news I’ll have like 100 chapters for you
guys! ;D
Happy
-Na
Of Ghosts and Swords, Words and Wars
Chaputa-shi: Swords
The young Chinese youth stepped cautiously into the darkened
bedroom, black eyes scanning the still. From near the library doors there was a
movement, the dark head automatically snapped in that direction, and from the
din emerged strands of gold, and a pale face, “Milliardo.”
“Konbanha Wu Fei,
I’m not here to cancel your duel tonight. I am here to request that I might
watch the sword play,” said the cool voice of the ex-lightning count.
Wu Fei hadn’t been expecting those
words to fall from the prince’s mouth. It shocked him, although outwardly he
really didn’t show any change in demeanor. The long pause that occurred before
the Chinese youth gave his answer could be the evidence for such a reaction, “I
suppose that would be acceptable.”
A slow pleased smile spread across the blond’s face, “
fluently and opened the door behind him, holding it open for the younger to go
through. The ex-Gundam pilot 05 shifted the sword
that was strapped across his back, and he walked forward through the door his
held high.
They found Treize
held tip to the floor in a half ready position. The Preventer
said nothing as he moved over to the side of the room, and remove his sword and
jacket, and then he unsheathed his sword. It had been a week or so since Wu
bit weary about him being around now, and what that would mean for the fight
and the outcome. Taking a deep breath the youth stood and faced his adversary.
They stood there across the expanse of carpet, in front of
the bear-claw sofa, where the
prince sat. The room was silent; the only movement seemed to be the rise and
fall of their chests. There were no pleasantries for the evening, no kind words
swapped, not even a promise for a defeat or a sure win. Neither weapon was
raised in proper fighting style, but nor were they completely lowered in a
defeated pose. With abated breath, there was a barely audible rustle of fabric
as Milliardo crossed his legs, blue eyes trained on
the spot where the two fighters would meet. The German lunged, a quick bouncy
movement.
It was so unlike any of the opening moves the ginger haired
man had used in the past. It was a neck shot. The only chances that
Wu Fei off guard, was fast enough and since he had a
slight height advantage. The katana swung up with great speed parrying the
blow, instead of hitting his mark the thrusting blade sliced though the strap
of the navy blue tank top leaving nothing but a paper cut on the caramel skin.
Wu Fei jumped back, then surged
forward an upward trust from Treize’s right hip to
left shoulder. The elder side stepped snagging a button and ripping it off,
before countering. And thus their dance began the practiced moves of lunge,
parry, thrust, strike, step, and counter.
This duel was unlike any other previously fought between the
two honorable men. For once Treize would have to get
his jacket repaired—there was a loud ripping noise, as the brunette sidestepped
Wu Fei’s strike and the blade of the katana shredded
the sleeve of his jacked like vegetables—now, he’ll have to throw the jacket
away. Milliardo was particularly happy that he was
here to see this particular fight, for he was almost certain that Wu
Then the fight ended, duelers were back to back, both about
to deliver a neck blow. Treize used his reach and
height against the slighter form. Striking the younger man’s neck and stepping
away in the last possible second, Treize won.
Instantly the katana lowered and Wu Fei went to
return it to its sheath.
“Wu Fei, go take a shower, we’ll
meet you back in here when you are done,” said the man with Persian blue eyes,
before both of the taller men turned and left the sitting room through the
double doors that led to the hall.
Onyx orbs blinked starring at the door that the two just
left through. The ex-Oz General was acting weird that Wu Fei
knew. He was pretty sure the diplomat was also acting strange, but since he
spent considerable amounts of less time with the blond, he wasn’t a hundred
percent sure. Outwardly he looked no different as he walked towards the
bathroom, shucking his ruined tank top; but on the inside he was frowning. It
almost seemed as if he was not wanted there, he would take his shower quickly
and leave, he decided.
Wu Fei stepped out of the bathroom
and back into the sitting room, so that he could he get his katana and leave.
He wasn’t paying much attention, since he was trying to tie knots in the fabric
to get the red t-shirt to have some semblance of size on his frame.
“I do not remember saying that you could leave, and I did
win the duel after all,” came the strong voice of Khushrenada,
from in front of Wu Fei.
Black eyes shot up, meeting the deep blue of the Russian and
German bred, “I… ano… thought…”
“Wrong, Wu Fei, you thought
wrong,” interrupted Milliardo.
The two men stepped aside so that the younger could see the
hall door and the side table next to it. Hanging off the table was a sign that
read: “張
16” on top of the table no longer sat a picture but six small cakes: two with
white frosting, two with chocolate frosting, and two with pink frosting.
“Zhāng Wǔ
Fēi shēng
16… Happy 16th Birthday Chang Wu Fei,” The
Chinese youth whispered eyes wide mouth slightly agape, “how?”
The eldest smiled that charismatic smile that had won him
lots of hearts and loyalties over the years, “25th of June, you said
you would turn sixteen in ten days. It has been ten days; this is your birthday
right?”
The dark head nodded, pale blue eyes smiled and gestured to
the cakes, “We didn’t know what you liked for cake so we baked you these small
cakes instead. There is white cake with vanilla frosting, chocolate cake with
vanilla frosting, and chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, chocolate cake
with vanilla frosting, white cake with strawberry frosting, and chocolate cake
with strawberry frosting. So pick your favorite, there is enough for us to each
have two cakes, or you can have all six if you want, it is your birthday, after
all.”
Wu Fei starred at the cakes he
knew which one he wanted, and what his second choice would be. But his tastes
were a little embarrassing, so he was debating if he should just ask for his
second choice. Obsidian eyes unwavering he could see the cut strawberries
decking the cake from where he stood, and gave in, “Could I have the chocolate
cake with strawberry frosting, onegai.”
“Is that it?” asked Milliardo
picking up the small cake and handing it to the youth.
“…Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, too onegai, but
that is it,” replied Wu Fei setting the strawberry
frosted cake down on the coffee table in front of the sofa like it was some
sort of prize. He turned around to see the elder men coming towards him each
with their chosen cakes in hand; Treize was also
carrying Wu Fei’s second cake, while the blonde had
the utensils. The younger was happy to see that Treize
was holding the other strawberry frosted cake and hoped that it was one of his
favorites.
They all sat down on the sofa with the birthday boy in the
middle, and began to happily munch on cake. It was Treize
who broke the still and opened the floor for Milliardo’s
questions, “You know we work well together, the three of us, in terms of cake.
If those are really your first and second choice Drache,
then there is Miri with his vanilla frosting and me
with the white cake.” The Chinese teenager nodded and looked at the two white
cakes on Treize’s plates, one frosted in strawberry
and the other in chocolate. While the prince had the vanilla frosted cakes one
on a chocolate cake and the other a regular white cake. Dark eyes fell to his
own plate; Wu Fei had quickly eaten the chocolate
frosted cake and was now savoring the strawberry frosted cake.
“Did your family do anything like this on your birthday Wu
voice.
The happy demeanor seemed to be sucked away in that breath,
“No, they didn’t.”
The platinum blond pushed the issue, “What
Black eyes stared at the wall ahead of him, lost in
memories, “I was released from private lesson maybe an hour early, and my
mother would give me a piece of strawberry-chocolate candy.”
A pregnant awkward silence filled the room, finally the
Russian broke it, “You know what we forgot? We almost
forgot about your presents Drache.”
on it, and what Wu Fei had not previously noticed was
the three parcels that were brightly wrapped underneath it.
Picking up the presents, Treize
returned to the sofa, he handed the smallest to
sized rectangular package to Wu Fei. The ex-
“That present is from Miri and I, open it.”
Looking down, dark eyes scanned the multi-colored wrapped
box, which was addressed to ‘Drache’ and signed the
two men he was spending the evening with. Very carefully he took of the paper
and opened the thin box. Inside were three red tank tops the color of the
t-shirt he wore now but in the same size and cut of his normal navy blue ones.
Onyx eyes looked between the two men, “Arigatou.”
Treize waved off the thanks, “You
look stunning in red, but don’t seem to own anything in the color.”
“Here,” the present that Milliardo
was holding was handed to the younger, “this one is from me.”
The Preventer took the present, it
was a smaller thin rectangle, but seemed to be heavier and harder then the last
package. Once more he slowly opened the package to reveal: the book,
by Luó
[1] [2] Wu Fei held the book gently as if it were a
lover it looked old and worn, well loved one might say. Very slowly he opened
the cover and began to leaf through the book, “Xiè
xiè.”
“You are very
welcome, Wu Fei,” replied Milliardo,
with a smile.
Moving back the
plates that they had used Treize placed the last
present on the coffee table, before he sat down next to the Chinese youth
again, “When you are ready, you can open the present that I got you, then the
rest of the night is yours it is your birthday after all.”
The ex-
wanted to rush home or anything, but as to not be rude to pay attention so much
to one gift before the rest were opened. Reaching for the largest rectangular
box yet he carefully unwrapped it, and opened a clothing box to find a red silk
cheongsam suit with a black brocaded dragon on the back and underneath
that was a red terrycloth bathrobe. Onyx eyes met dark blue of the ginger
haired man, “Arigatou, but when will I ever wear
these?”
The ginger haired man laughed low and musical he wrapped an
arm around Wu Fei and gave him a half hug, “Even you
will, find that eventual special event that calls for something like the silk
suit. And you always seem so cold, so I thought that I would get you something
warm to wear when you visit here.”
The younger immediately sent a withering glare to the blond
on the other end of the sofa. When the ex-Tallgeese
pilot, put his hands up in defense, Wu Fei relaxed against
Treize, realizing the other man figured it out on his
own. Bring his new bathrobe up like a blanket Chang Wu Fei
picked up his new book and began to read.
After about ten minutes when the two old friends realized
that the birthday boy was content to read while leaning against
the other side of his body. Milliardo moved to the
other side of the sofa, and contently snuggled into Treize.
Author’s Note:
[1]
平妖傳:
20 chapter ghost story written by Luó
later extended to 40 chapters by Féng
[2]
Luó
title="Traditional Chinese">羅貫中
(1330-1400) a 14th century Chinese author.
German Dictionary (I learned German in Switzerland and what I learned as High German there
is sometimes not actually High German):
Drache
Chinese Dictionary: My Chinese word order maybe incorrect.
Zhāng
you write Wu Fei’s name in Chinese. In
connection, and he’ll be harder to find in public records.
Shēng
Xiè
you (to thank)
Sorry for the long wait. Anyway I
hope you enjoyed it. Please review no matter what.
-Na