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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. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I am working at a Summer Camp starting very
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 Reading!

-Na

Of Ghosts and Swords, Words and Wars

Chaputa-Go: Swords

Chang Wu Fei, was just a black streak, against the blacktop and fading
sunlight. The Preventer had left his cubical early
that evening after protesting rather strongly to the wants of his best friend
who wanted to go to another disco tech. Onyx eyes covered by a tinted visor
peered in the side view mirror, and there he saw a black car, marked if only
barely, the windows so tinted that the driver could not be seen.

Switching his blinker on the Suzuki GS-X 1000 turned down a
side street into a rural little suburbia, where going the speed limit was
barely possible�the car followed. Wu Fei tried to
shake it off; it could have been a coincident. At the end of the street, the
dark haired youth made another turn, and the car followed. It was only about
five minutes of this that had the motorcyclist certain the black car was
following him.

Pulling out into busy traffic, cutting some poor lady off
and almost clipping a man in some green car, the ex-Gundam
pilot began the Gundam pilot art of loosing people, a
simple duck and weave threw traffic, at insane speed that would kill everyone
else, a chase that would last ten minutes tops. Speeding up Wu Fei turned the bike a little and rode down the center of
traffic on the dotted line, way above the speed limit.

The caramel colored skin lifted into a smile as the youth
pulled into less congested traffic and rolled to a stop at a yellow light.
Looking in his mirror he cursed profusely, the car was behind him. The light
turned red and the Shenlong pilot pressed on the gas
taking a hard fast left, scooting threw the red light�the car followed. Wu Fei sighed this wasn�t just anyone on his tail, oh no this
was Death, and when he got his hands on the braided-baka,
he would sure have a piece of the younger ex-Shenlong
pilot�s mind.

The sun had finally set, the children were brought inside,
and Wu Fei cheered to himself. He took a sharp and
speedy left turn down another side street; he was so close to the ground the
peg almost scraped. As soon as he was righted he pressed on the throttle and
was at the end of the block in about three seconds, he took a quick right, with
no turn signal, before repeating the process on the next street heading in a different
direction.

The Suzuki GS-X 1000 pulled up to a small gas station and
connivance store, the young Chinese man dismounted and secured his bike in the
darkest section of the small parking lot. He than adjusted the katana on his
back and walked calmly into the store as if he had not been chased for the last
hour and a half.� On any normal day he
would most likely still be at work.

The black car pulled up to the side of the road across from
the gas station, after a moment when the driver was sure that the car was in
the shadows and that his subject of chase could not be able to be pinpointed
from the vantage point, the engine was shut off. Out stepped a boy in street
clothes, a baseball cap, and his hair in a long pleat down his back. He moved
silently towards the connivance store, purple eyes scanning the area making
sure to keep his body out of the direct line of sight.

The brunette paused behind a gas pump, breathing shallow,
and as quiet as a mouse, he wasn�t inconspicuous enough. Suddenly there was a
whisper in his ear, all but a few centimeters away, �I�ve got a riddle for you
Duo,� the braided boy jumped and turned to see the glaring obsidian eyes, �What
can keep up with a Gundam pilot in a car chase? And
can also sneak up on a Gundam pilot?�

��Another Gundam pilot,� replied
Duo with a frown.

�Exactly Duo,� Wu Fei chastised,
�now tell me what you are doing!�

Now Duo was also getting angry, �I just want to know where
you are going every night!�

�That is none of your business!�

Duo growled and starred down Wu Fei,
�Yes it is, you are my friend Wu, I want to know where you are going!
Especially when there is nothing in your apartment, on file, or that the other
guys know that would make you go out! We� I want to make sure you aren�t going
to some seedy bar Wu-man, drinking by yourself and then driving home or going
off to that graveyard and inflicting wounds upon yourself�!

The Chinese youth crossed his arms and turned away from the
American, �I�m not doing any of that!�

�How do I know that?�!

�Of all that time I spouted of justice and honor, do you
think I would be capable of either Duo, really?�!

The Deathscythe pilot deflated a
little, his friend had made a point, �But��

�Iie, Duo, don�t. You are my
friend; can you not be happy for me that I am not always at home by myself at
night? Can you please stop breaking into my apartment, searching through
confidential files, and doing everything else that you were doing to find my
whereabouts? Everyone needs a secret, this is just mine, and when I am ready I
might tell you, but not before then, all right?�

The caramel colored boy turned to go towards his motorcycle,
�Wait Wu-man just tell me one thing,� said person sighed and turned to look
into violet eyes, �how did you get out of the store?�

With a chuckle Wu Fei smiled, �I
put my hands behind my head, so that the clerk and camera�s knew I didn�t steal
anything, and then I walked into the bathroom and climbed out the window.� The
braided brunette started to laugh. A smile lit the oriental boy�s face as he
returned to his motorcycle.

Mild anger swelled in the pit of the motorcyclist�s stomach,
but he couldn�t be too angry at the other Preventer.
Usually when one person follows another, and the prey notices they lead the other
away from their objective. Knowing this mentality the Gundam
pilots often did the opposite, and when faced with someone who thinks like you
do it is a toss up. So at this exact point in time Wu Fei
was only four highway exits from the one that led to the Peacecraft
estate.

So it wasn�t long with the blur of the trees until he was
hiding his bike, and vaulting the gate. He gave up crouching low to the ground
and sneaking around the house to reach Treize�s
sanctuary. The dark haired swordsman found that he felt silly sneaking around
when he never left the dutiful watch of Count. And so here he was, like most of
his nights, scaling up a tree that by now he was sure he could climb
blindfolded. He edged across the branch nearest the balcony, took hold of the
side and hoisted himself up and over.

Once his feet touched solid ground, he smiled and let out an
inaudible sigh of relief. It was not that hanging from a tree worried him, that
the stability of the solid ground gave him. It was for all the tense chases of
the night, the paperwork he had to push, the �codes� he had to crack during the
day this here was his constant stress relief, not the balcony nor the room it
opened to, but what laid there, not in rest for his ghosts never rested.

Wu Fei moved swiftly yet quietly
through the balcony doors, and then through the rooms of the suite, until he
made it to the usual rendezvous point in the sitting room. And there sat Treize, sword across the coffee table, the stem of a
wineglass between two fingers as the tall Russian and German bred lounged.

Black eyes scanned the room, noticing the regal blond was
missing, �Where is Milliardo, Treize?�

The ginger haired man turned to see the younger swordsman,
�He has a speech tomorrow and is trying to get a good nights sleep, why?�

�I just needed to speak to him about that speech tomorrow,�
replied the two-handed swords master, �are we to duel tonight?�

Swirling the deep red liquid, Treize
took one more sip before placing the glass down on the table and standing in one
fluid moment. Gracefully retrieving the fencing sword, the elder took his
position opposite the younger, stance and form at the ready. Deep blue
eyes�reflecting and almost matching his deep blue-violet over coat�steadily
watched the youth from a long gone colony prepare himself.

It did not take long until they were both facing each other
calm breathing the only sound, the pregnant pause�where they sized the other
up�passed surprisingly swiftly. And as par the usual Wu Fei
made the first strike. The dance began with a downward slash and a parry as if
testing the waters for the future strikes.

The sword moves were fast, at almost blinding speeds, both
men were having trouble blocking the on coming strikes. One particular strike,
as if to lob off a good portion of Wu Fei�s upper
body had forced the youth to bend backwards. When his opponents swinging blade
was clear he kicked up his feet touched the ground with his hands and did a
back flip�leaving his sword where his hands met carpet. Dark blue eyes widened
in a surprised shock, at which Treize was unable to
remove the katana from reach before the spry youth returned and snatched it up
to attack with more vigor.

The awed ex-General almost lost his sword in that moment and
the vibrations caused by the metal on metal strike, traveled swiftly up the
dark purple clad arm, shaking Treize from his
resolve. He struck back a swooping circular strike.

The exchanges continued much longer then ever before. Not
only was sweat beading on foreheads, and parts of clothing ripped away by sword
tip, stained in blood. The neck line was darkened by a �v� of perspiration
stains the same with under the arms of both gentlemen. Treize
even had the gall to attempt to unbutton his thick jacket and remove it while
fighting. He thanked the younger when a fast sideways strike removed the jacket
and flung it across the room.

Both fighters were tiring, Treize
seemed to more so than Wu Fei, perhaps since he did
not have the ample opportunities to train as the younger did. Black eyes saw
this and stepped inside his inner defenses to finish him off, when suddenly he
felt the rapier�s tip at his throat.

Immediately the katana lowered, and so did Wu Fei to his knees, �I thought I had you.�

�You did, don�t let your defenses down just because you are
inside mine,� replied the elder taking a deep breath and putting away his
sword. The Chinese youth did the same, putting away his sword and stripping off
his soiled shirt, before moving towards the bathroom.

The shower was cleansing, removing the blood sweat and dirt
from the body of the young Gundam pilot. Wu Fei dressed in the overly large red t-shirt that had been
left in the bathroom, and his boxer, over that he pulled on the fluffy terry
cloth robe and walked out into the sitting room to meet his fate for the
evening.

�Why, did it seem that you came this evening for Miri and not me?� the question was asked before Wu Fei could take two steps into the sitting room.

�Slowly as to not say
a word until he sat on the sofa next to the older man Wu Fei
moved across the room. When he sat black eyes peered into blue a smile alit the
caramel colored face, �This day was for many things. I had a rough day at work
on top of all my paperwork, there was a coded message that we intercepted.
Everyone took a stab at it, and the best that we came up with made about as
much sense as the coded message, before decuding. I
left work early to come here, only to be followed by Duo for about two hours.
It wasn�t until I noticed that Milliardo was not here
that I thought perhaps I should screw over the orders given to me by Une and tell him the seventy percent likelihood that his
life will be in more danger tomorrow than normal.�

A forked eyebrow rose, �And how is that?�

�I shouldn�t be telling you this,� the Preventer
prefaced, �but I don�t want Milliardo having a heart
attack when he sees Noin and I there tomorrow, at his speech. What little that
we were able to translate from the intercepted code, what we believe to be
accurate spoke of �M. Peacecraft�s Speech� Noin
automatically volunteered to be extra security, since the speech is in Chinese
addressed to some people in the slightly flooded area of H�n�n
I as a native Chinese are privileged enough to go.� [1]

Treize sat, silent. He
contemplated the words, and heard the sincerity, the truth. Lifting the long
forgotten glass from the coffee table, he took a sip of the warm blood wine, a
slow sip�calculating even, the glass was placed back on the table the fine
crystal scrapping against the wood. From the almost unnoticeable shake in the
hand of the regal man, �You won�t let him die will you?�

�Of course not it is my job,� replied the younger, folding
his arms across his chest.

Treize stood and turned to stare
down the shorter, �Iie, you lost tonight and so this
is what I ask, Miri will survive tomorrow Drache, and you make sure of that. You both will return to
me tomorrow night so that I know that this task has been completed.�

�

�My life is yours,� replied the dark head with a nod.

Walking to the doors that led to the hall, the German laid a
hand on the handle and turned back towards his ex-enemy, �Come let us to bed.�

The ginger haired man dressed in his silk pajamas opened the
door and stepped into the hallway, he heard from behind him, �Where are you
going?�

�To tell Miri,� replied the
Russian man walking across the hall. He paused in front of the doors to his
best friend from school�s room to see if he could hear the soft footfalls of
the young man behind him. Once he heard the feet, he threw the door open to the
sitting room and was greeted by the old dobermann.

The ghost pushed through dark rooms, until he entered the
darkened bedroom, clapping once the lights turned on low. The light cast the
room in a low hazy rose color, the features of the blond highlighted as he
slowly fluttered his eyes open and looked at his elder companion.

�Treize, what is it?� asked the
tired peace advocate.

The ginger haired man moved swiftly to sit on the bed, �Wu Fei says that the Preventers have
come to the conclution that your life is more danger
tomorrow than normal. So he and Noin will be there tomorrow for extra
protection.�

As the old General spoke in a soft worried voice the sleep
drained pale blue eyes widened slightly, �I see,� he pulled back the covers as
much as he could with a body sitting on them, �come here, we should sleep,�
turning to look at the Chinese boy Milliardo smiled,
�you too Wu Fei, you can sleep with us, unless you
would prefer that little cushioned bench at the end of the bed.�

�I�ll sleep over here, you two can have the bed,� whispered
Wu Fei, his cheeks tinted a pale shade of pink.

The end seat was also a chest for extra blankets and pillows
which Milliardo explained to the Preventer.
So as the eldest climbed into the large bed with his old school friend, the
youngest made up his bed. The lights were turned off when all three were
settled.

Wu Fei was on the edge of sleep
when he heard the wrestling of the blankets from the bed above him. At first he
thought that one or both of the men were rolling over, especially when the bed
creaked, but then there was this sort of wet sucking noise. At this point the
young agent was sure what was happening, he was sure that the two men in the
bed did not have any sort of a sexual relationship, or at least would have the
decency to not do that sort of activity while he was in the room too. Very
slowly the young man on the extra bed was lulled to sleep.

When they woke in the morning, it was a blur of activity. Treize disappeared; he appeared to be a bit worried still. Milliardo went over his speech, speaking slowly,
pronouncing each mandarin syllable to the best of his ability. And Wu Fei, Wu Fei quickly dressed,
retrieved his katana and quickly left the manor, so that he could return to
work on time.��

Once the Chinese youth was at the Preventers
headquarters he went and got dressed in his street clothes that were in his
locker. This consisted of a pair of a loose fitting jeans, not for any
particular style or not, but for the mobility. Over the red tank top that he
opted to leave on he put on an oversized white and blue plaid-esque button-up shirt with short sleeves. The shirt was
large enough to go almost down to his knees, and the sleeves went past his
elbows. Lastly he took his hair down and put the hair tie on his wrist for the
motorcycle ride. Picking up his katana he went off to the debriefing.

�The debriefing was
quick, Noin was to be the �poor reporter who doesn�t speak Chinese� and Wu Fei was the �local who was there for the speech� Although
none of them could figure out what could be so threatening about an activist
speech for the H�n�n refugees currently in the area
because of the flooding. The two agents were issued guns, which Wu Fei tucked his in his belt under the large button up. The
�local punk� would show up early to scout the whole area, while Noin would
listen to the reporter gossip.

Wu Fei, being well who he was,
drove himself on his beloved motorcycle, his katana in a motorcycle pouch on
the side that was locked. He parked two blocks down, where he knew that the Peacecraft limousine would park. Parking on the roof of the
parking garage, Wu Fei slowly made his way through
the levels sweeping for bombs, bugs, or any suspicious characters. Finding
absolutely nothing he made his way to the town square where Milliardo
would speak.

The square was bomb free, all surrounding buildings were
sniper free, and of what Wu Fei could understand of
the H�n�n dialect, there was no one threatening.
Knowing that Noin as a �reporter� would be towards the back and the side, and
so as he was early he picked a front and center spot to stand for the next few
hours.

The whole speech went off without a hitch, there was
nothing�no guns fired, no bombs, not even a threatening word. Disgruntled and
confused, Wu Fei left a few minutes early to sweep
the parking lot once more.

Milliardo took a deep breath when
he was finished with his speech and could finally leave the stage and only had
to deal with reporters in his usual languages, Japanese and the occasional German,
or French. He moved his mouth around a bit out of the site of the public, not
used to the way he had to form the Chinese syllables. He filed through the
onslaught of reporters, and when he was finally thinking that the tough part
had finished he noticed the fake reporter off to the side with the dummy camera
man, Noin. Stepping off to the side he waited for the majority of the people to
leave so he could have this final conversation. This was when he realized that,
he was not suppose to have relations with Wu Fei, and
therefore didn�t have any idea about why Noin was there dressed as a reporter.

�Hello, sir,� said Noin with a nod that wanted to be a bow.

The ex-Lightning count nodded back, �What are you doing here
Noin?�

�Extra security, which was luckily not needed,� she replied
with a smile.

�I see,� replied the blond, with a smile he continued, �as
much as I would love to catch up with you, I have had a long day that is
unfortunately not over, as I assume yours is not as well,� looking over Noin�s shoulder he noticed his car pull up, �if you would
excuse me, my care is here. It was a pleasure seeing you again.�

The Prince turned, and like a choreographed danced his car
pulled up coming from around Noin, a single Sanc
Kingdom flag and the Earth Sphere Unified Nation�s [2] flag on the antennae. The door was swiftly opened a sliver, so
that Milliardo could get in but reporters would have
a hard time seeing in. The blond slid into the leather seat and let out a sigh
of relief, as he watched Noin with her hand slightly out stretched towards him,
and her mouth open. It wasn�t that he didn�t want to speak with her, more that
he didn�t want to dig up his past.

Blue eyes turned from the window as the car began to move,
his hand already reaching for the bottled water in the mini fridge. Instead of
his eyes meeting with the tan leather interior of the seat across from him they
met with black eyes.

�Are you that used to my presence?� said the youth across
from the diplomat.

Milliardo gasped, �What are you doing
here? How did you get in here?�

�Well I left your speech a bit early, it was very good by
the way your pronunciation was impeccable, but those people were from H�n�n and therefore speak there own form of Chinese, just
to keep that in mind. I retrieved my katana from my bike and did a sweep of the
garage and your car, then decided I would ride back with you, to the manor,
just to make sure you�re safe,� blue eyes gave the younger a look that clearly
said that he wasn�t believing his motives, �what? If the code was translated
you�re a target I�m just doing my job. And since you weren�t shot or blown up,
and you�re not even suffering from a paper cut, somewhere something went
wrong.�

�So, what are you saying? That I need a new driver, since
you got in my car?� replied the blond getting the water taking a sip, and then
crossing his arms.

Wu Fei smirked, �Iie, he is rather good checked before leaving that there
were no bombs or stowaways,� a blond eyebrow rose, �I would say that only a Gundam Pilot could get by him.� And since there are only five of us, and we
have no desire to kill you, I think you will be safe.�

There was a quiet pause before Peacecraft
asked, �I�m sorry, would you like a drink Wu Fei?
Water is all I have in the car though.�

�No thank you,� came the reply, and
then the silence stretched, between the two. At first it was mildly awkward
then grew comfortable, but as the trip drew into the second half it waned back
into awkward.

It was Milliardo who broke the
still, putting down the empty water bottle in a trash can, and meeting eyes
with the youth across from him, �What do you think you will do when you win a
duel, against Treize?�

Wu Fei paused in his musings his
head snapped only slightly to look directly at the blond, and he thought, after
a pregnant moment where fingers ran threw their respective long hair, did Wu Fei answer, �I do not know. I feel as if I were to ever win
in a duel, that my life would still be his.�

Blue eyes pierced onyx ones searching for an answer, when he
could find none, and see none of the hidden feelings the youth kept inside, he
asked, �Do you like Treize?�

�I don�t understand,� the answer was almost instant; the
Chinese youth paused, thinking over the question and then his answer, before
deeming it fit.

�What do you think of him?�

�He is dead, where I should have died. We were� are� were�
enemies, and for as honorable as his is� was� he did not kill me as he should
have.�

�What are your feelings for Treize?�
They must have turned down the mountain road, for the car rode different, and
Wu Fei was inclined not to answer, since he didn�t
understand the question, �You�re a scholar you have heard of love, yes?�

�Not something that I was ever taught to believe in,�
replied the confused teenager.

Milliardo sighed, �Your parents
must have loved each other, right?�

�I don�t know their marriage was arranged, just as mine had
been, and what I feel towards my wife is not really love.�

Pale blue eyes widened, �You have a wife?�

�She died,� replied cold obsidian eyes.

�I�m sorry,� replied Milliardo
looking down, �I apologize for my brashness and rudeness of this question, but
have you had sex then?�

Wu Fei shook his head and glared
as the car rolled to a stop outside the gates of the estate, with an
exasperated sigh he answered, �The marriage contract stated that children would
not occur until 198 AC, and that is in two years.�

The car rolled to a stop and just as the driver was opening
the door for Milliardo, Wu Fei
opened and slipped out the other side closing the door at the same time. He
then silently slipped into the estate. The blond sighed loosing sight of the Preventer, and going into the main doors and straight up to
Treize�s quarters.

Treize looked up from the sitting
room sofa as the blond walked through the door, �Are you all right?�

�Yes, I�m fine Treize there was no
attempts on my life, Chang Wu Fei even rode home with
me just to make sure,� said the blond sitting down next to the German and
taking up the wine glass offered to him.

At that moment the library door opened and in stepped the
casual dressed Preventer, a katana slung to his back
and a gun tucked in the back of his pants. The youth just stood there, black
eyes watching the deep blue slowly turn to see him, to stand up, those same
eyes taking in the Chinese swords man and than finally the ghost spoke in a
very serious tone, �I see, you�ll win tonight.�

Author�s Note: �

[1] H�n�n湖南 (Hunan): Currently landlocked, but well for the sake of
those wars a good portion of China
is underwater and therefore H�n�n is now costal. Here
is a helpful map: http:// en.wikipedia. org/wiki/ Image:ROC_
Administrative_and_Claims .jpg (remove spaces)

[2] The Earth
Sphere Unified Nation: After the Eve Wars, at the beginning of year AC 196 a
new age dawned, which united the Earth and colonies under one peaceful and
pacifist rule.

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

Drache: Dragon

Chinese Dictionary:

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

-Na

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