Gundam ShadowStalker
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Adult +
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10
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34
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Black, White, and Shades of Gray
( -Squeals!- Chapter five is now here! -Does a dance.- Okay...I'm done.
Thank you my two and only reviewers! It makes me smile to see that at least you are enjoying my story. -Laughs.-
At this moment I am thinking up a Harry Potter/Gundam Wing fanfiction since....there are barely any out there! -Weeps.- And the good ones aren't finished! DX
So if anyone out there has some recommendations for this crossover ( Not any from Fanfiction.net or AFF; I've already read those. ;D ) then please, I'm BEGGING you, share with me! ;o;
Zane: I seriously think this girl is trying to kill me...
Me: >>; Who let you out of your closet....-Chases with a stick.- Get back in there!
Zane: -Runs.- Here is Chapter Five. HELP! PLEH DEEN I!* )
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Glass shattered against the metal wall of the labrotory. F fumed, mechaincal eye wriling madly in it's socket, and he tossed another test tube angrily. " I should have destroyed that fucking brat when he was nothing but a fetus!"
When alarms blared around the compund and soldiers informed him of his missing creation he had been shocked. Being told that Shadowhound was the culprit put the icing on the proverbial cake. Those higher up idiots laughed and sneered at his supposed incompetance by letting his pet slip free of the leash. How the brat had found out about his plans was still a mystery, but that wasn't the problem right now. A uniformed officer hesitantly gained his attention and relayed that
Shadowhound and the gundam were on Earth.
" Find him," he yelled at the startled young man. " I want you to find him and bring him back with my baby intact! If even one thing is damaged on ShadowStalker then I'm holding everyone here responsible!"
As he ran out of the room F sank into his chair. When he got his hands on Zane again, he would make the boy watch as his loved ones were killed in front of him. He admitted to himself that he had been too easy on the boy, but all seemed to be in working order up until...Sergent Razel was killed. Almost like it was the same night F remembered the small light still left in Zane's eyes before it was extinguished by his refusal.
Something had gone wrong with his training program; the emotional attachment between the two should have never existed. Yet for whatever reason it had and there was nothing he could do at the moment. The experiments would have to begin again so he could calculate just how much of Zane he would have to revise. This time there would be no breaks and he was going to run him into his death bed. And enojy every single moment he screamed under his hands.
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June watched as Zane worked on the huge, black machine laying harmlessly on the ground. He knew it was anything but harmless though, and wondered if the man who saved him was the 'terrorist' they were talking about on the news. It scared him when the older teen dove head first into the freezing cold water of the Atlantic. He sat down to wait, wondering why they had come to a forest in the middle of nowhere, and jumped up when the thing burst upward from the water.
It resembled a man, a mechanical one, and fear pooled in his stomach as the thing flew closer to him. Only until Zane came out of the strange opening in it's chest did he calm down considerably. The golden brown eyed teen explained to him that this was ShadowStalker, a Gundam mobile suit. He remembered people talking about five of them being blown up a couple of years ago, but he honestly didn't care. If Zane were the killer everyone said he was, then June would have been killed along with the man who had tried to rape him.
" Something strange is going on here and I'm going to find out," he muttered softly, watching the bent figure tsk over the extensive damage.
He amused himself with swimming as Zane worked, floating near the shore so he couldn't get swept away by the current. Mentally reviewing the last few days he realized that his companion's behavoir, which he had though strange but normal for the teen, were the actions of a trained soldier on the run. The rural areas to hide in, watchful eyes scanning their surroundings for danger, his body tensed and senses alert. Even though the young man had a harsh, prickly demeanor, June instinctively knew there was no intention to harm innocents.
And that made all the difference, in his mind anyway.
The sudden appearance of a bemused face above his own caused him to go under. Breaking the surface he coughed, water burning the inside of his nose, and he sent a glare to the now laughing Zane. Said pain in the ass continued to chuckle even as he pulled the boy onto dry land. A soaked shirt smacked into the grinning face and June snickered. Served him right.
"Was that really necessary," the muffled voice asked.
Snorting he slipped off the rest of his wet clothes. " Yes. Do ya have anymore clothes that'll fit me?"
Zane rung out the shirt, head tilted cutely as he thought, and then nodded. June waited as the older male hung his wet garments on a tree branch to dry and dug around in a black pack. " I've got a shirt you can wear, but that's all. If you weren't so skinny I'd give you some shorts," the dark gray shirt was tossed at him.
Catching it he pulled it over his head and grimaced as it sank past his knees. Oh well. " I guess that's fine. Thank ya. Now, why'd ya have to go and scare the livin' daylights outta me, for?"
With a raised eyebrow he pointed at the small fire. There were two animals roasting above the open flames and some kind of other dish lying in a plastic container. " Some rabbits I found and baked Ziti, courtesy of a friend."
June felt horrified and it must have shown because Zane frowned. " I'm not eatin' bunnies!"
"Who said the 'bunnies' were for you," he asked mockingly then sighed. " I figured you wouldn't so the Ziti is for you. It's pasta, sauce, and vegetables; no animal parts in it."
He hesitantly picked up the bowl and sniffed -it smelled good- then he stuck a finger inside and tasted. Mouth watering he dug in with gutso, moaning as the bright flavor hit his tongue, and looked at the black haired man. He was gingerly nibbling at the rabbit, eyes closed in muted pleasure, and he was...almost feminine.
Blushing brilliantly June finished off the dish, going so far as the lick the plastic, much to the amusement of his savior. Zane threw the sticks away and went to wash out the container in the ocean while he rubbed his full belly. " Zane, can I ask ya somethin'?"
"Sure kid," Zan sat next to him. "Shoot."
" Why're ya on the run," he asked and smiled at the older man's disbeliving stare. " I know ya are the guy the talked 'bout on the news a few days ago. But if ya haven't hurt anybody then why are the police after ya?"
He took a long time in answering and June couldn't read anything from his face. " Let's just say that in some situations it's not always black and white," the blank look he was given made him elaborate. " The people on Earth and the Colonies don't want another war and they believe Gundams represent that. Their so afraid of more bloodshed that anyone who dabbles in remotely suspicious activities are taken in for questioning."
" But tha's not fair. Just 'cause some people do somethin' stupid doesn't mean all of them will. A person can't be jus' good and not have 'little bad in them."
Zane smiled sadly. " That is true, but most don't see it that way. If the Gundam is bad, then the individual behind the machine must be a threat, too. Thus, black and white, good and evil. An age old struggle that continues to go on for generations. No one bothers to look at the space in between and when they do their cast out from the rest for being different."
The boy stared at his hands and asked. " Are ya one of those people?"
" Yes," his answer was soft. " I won't lie to you and say that what I do is virtuous. Many men and women will die by my hands, but majority of the time it is necessary."
June nodded; he understood that the older male wouldn't sugar coat anything for him no matter his age. It was actually rather funny envisioning someone trying to smooth over death and killing. " S'lright. Did ya make the machine?"
" No. A man I used to..work for created the Gundam. He was a mean sonofabitch, so I took it from right under his nose," Zane winked.
That small pause in his sentence made June wonder what kind of 'work' this man did and decided he didn't care. It was the past and it belonged there. All that mattered was the here and now. Satisfied with his new found maturity the raven haired boy looked up at the stary night sky and sighed. He started when Zane abruptly stood, looking out at the ocean with narrowed eyes, and he stood as well. " Whats-"
" Run as far as you can into the woods and keep going until you find a town," he yelled as he moved rapidly towards the Gundam. When the boy didn't budge Zane shouted. " GO!"
He took off, sprinting fast into the folliage as the gundam stood, and paled at the sight behind him. Mobile suits were headed for them, seven in all, and each firing at the now engaged ShadowStalker. June stopped, breathing heavily as Zane took off to meet the enemy, and he hoped the other came back alright.
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Cursing fluently his fingers flew over the control panel. Those were Juggernaut mobile suits, same as the last time, except for the deep blood red one leading them. Antares and it's pilot Fred Monroe.
He shot off as soon as Stalker was ready and opened fire on the smaller mobile suits surrounding Antares. While not as deadly as his own gundam, the huge machine was almost on par with Sandrock and Heavyarms. Monroe, an egotistical backstabber, held a grudge the size of Texas since their very first mission as partners. They had argued over infiltration tactics until the idiot man went off on his own. Zane had let him and felt cold satisfaction when Fred failed, leaving him to blow up the base and save his ass. When F asked them what went wrong, Zane reported everything to their superior, even Fred's foolhardy way of getting captured. The man was demoted, all of his privilages taken away, and was even refused access to 'his' mobile suit.
Bringing his mind back to the battle he dodged a blast from a thermal nuclear cannon. With a chuckle he released his whip, not before taking a hit to the back, and thrashed the two suits in his way. He looked around. Five plus Antares surrounded him and the odds were getting risky. Zane could take out the others with out effort, his gattling guns and rockets would aid him there, but Fred posed a definate problem with his radar. No cloaking device.
" Shadowhound," the sneering voice filled with smug contentment made him frown. " It seems destined that I am the one to tear you apart."
" Aw, it's cute to see you still have that notion of suprioroity when your nothing but low class scum," he snickered at the enraged growl. If he could get the man to make just one careless mistake he'd have him.
"Captain, we need to take out the target and-"
" I know what our duty is soldier," Fred snarled. Then he chuckled and said. " Honestly, I hardly see why F believes that you are such a threat, Shadowhound. Your just a puppy who wets himself when faced by a larger dog."
Zane laughed mockingly. "Oh yes, that suits you perfectly; a dog on a leash following their master's command. How does it feel to beg for a treat and kiss F's raunchy ass? I'm sure it tastes aweful, but you sure loved to roll over in his shit."
One Aries charged forward, intent on taking the gundam out with the pilot distracted, but froze on Antare's long spear. The two halves of the suit exploded and the remaining four backed away from the red machine. They yelled and demanded an explanation, when they too were destroyed in a red enferno. Zane blanched at the ruthless killing and shook his head sadly. That was exactly the reason no one wanted to work with the man; he elliminated anyone in the way of his glory seeking ways. Even his own commrades.
" Now it's just you and me, boy."
Zane felt anger course through his veins and growled. " Yeah, just you and me."
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A/N= If you haven't guessed, the above 'PLEH DEEN I' is 'I need help' backwards. =] For those of you who got it...-Throws confetti.- For those who didn't, it's okay! I was confused as hell too at first. xD
Thank you my two and only reviewers! It makes me smile to see that at least you are enjoying my story. -Laughs.-
At this moment I am thinking up a Harry Potter/Gundam Wing fanfiction since....there are barely any out there! -Weeps.- And the good ones aren't finished! DX
So if anyone out there has some recommendations for this crossover ( Not any from Fanfiction.net or AFF; I've already read those. ;D ) then please, I'm BEGGING you, share with me! ;o;
Zane: I seriously think this girl is trying to kill me...
Me: >>; Who let you out of your closet....-Chases with a stick.- Get back in there!
Zane: -Runs.- Here is Chapter Five. HELP! PLEH DEEN I!* )
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Glass shattered against the metal wall of the labrotory. F fumed, mechaincal eye wriling madly in it's socket, and he tossed another test tube angrily. " I should have destroyed that fucking brat when he was nothing but a fetus!"
When alarms blared around the compund and soldiers informed him of his missing creation he had been shocked. Being told that Shadowhound was the culprit put the icing on the proverbial cake. Those higher up idiots laughed and sneered at his supposed incompetance by letting his pet slip free of the leash. How the brat had found out about his plans was still a mystery, but that wasn't the problem right now. A uniformed officer hesitantly gained his attention and relayed that
Shadowhound and the gundam were on Earth.
" Find him," he yelled at the startled young man. " I want you to find him and bring him back with my baby intact! If even one thing is damaged on ShadowStalker then I'm holding everyone here responsible!"
As he ran out of the room F sank into his chair. When he got his hands on Zane again, he would make the boy watch as his loved ones were killed in front of him. He admitted to himself that he had been too easy on the boy, but all seemed to be in working order up until...Sergent Razel was killed. Almost like it was the same night F remembered the small light still left in Zane's eyes before it was extinguished by his refusal.
Something had gone wrong with his training program; the emotional attachment between the two should have never existed. Yet for whatever reason it had and there was nothing he could do at the moment. The experiments would have to begin again so he could calculate just how much of Zane he would have to revise. This time there would be no breaks and he was going to run him into his death bed. And enojy every single moment he screamed under his hands.
----
June watched as Zane worked on the huge, black machine laying harmlessly on the ground. He knew it was anything but harmless though, and wondered if the man who saved him was the 'terrorist' they were talking about on the news. It scared him when the older teen dove head first into the freezing cold water of the Atlantic. He sat down to wait, wondering why they had come to a forest in the middle of nowhere, and jumped up when the thing burst upward from the water.
It resembled a man, a mechanical one, and fear pooled in his stomach as the thing flew closer to him. Only until Zane came out of the strange opening in it's chest did he calm down considerably. The golden brown eyed teen explained to him that this was ShadowStalker, a Gundam mobile suit. He remembered people talking about five of them being blown up a couple of years ago, but he honestly didn't care. If Zane were the killer everyone said he was, then June would have been killed along with the man who had tried to rape him.
" Something strange is going on here and I'm going to find out," he muttered softly, watching the bent figure tsk over the extensive damage.
He amused himself with swimming as Zane worked, floating near the shore so he couldn't get swept away by the current. Mentally reviewing the last few days he realized that his companion's behavoir, which he had though strange but normal for the teen, were the actions of a trained soldier on the run. The rural areas to hide in, watchful eyes scanning their surroundings for danger, his body tensed and senses alert. Even though the young man had a harsh, prickly demeanor, June instinctively knew there was no intention to harm innocents.
And that made all the difference, in his mind anyway.
The sudden appearance of a bemused face above his own caused him to go under. Breaking the surface he coughed, water burning the inside of his nose, and he sent a glare to the now laughing Zane. Said pain in the ass continued to chuckle even as he pulled the boy onto dry land. A soaked shirt smacked into the grinning face and June snickered. Served him right.
"Was that really necessary," the muffled voice asked.
Snorting he slipped off the rest of his wet clothes. " Yes. Do ya have anymore clothes that'll fit me?"
Zane rung out the shirt, head tilted cutely as he thought, and then nodded. June waited as the older male hung his wet garments on a tree branch to dry and dug around in a black pack. " I've got a shirt you can wear, but that's all. If you weren't so skinny I'd give you some shorts," the dark gray shirt was tossed at him.
Catching it he pulled it over his head and grimaced as it sank past his knees. Oh well. " I guess that's fine. Thank ya. Now, why'd ya have to go and scare the livin' daylights outta me, for?"
With a raised eyebrow he pointed at the small fire. There were two animals roasting above the open flames and some kind of other dish lying in a plastic container. " Some rabbits I found and baked Ziti, courtesy of a friend."
June felt horrified and it must have shown because Zane frowned. " I'm not eatin' bunnies!"
"Who said the 'bunnies' were for you," he asked mockingly then sighed. " I figured you wouldn't so the Ziti is for you. It's pasta, sauce, and vegetables; no animal parts in it."
He hesitantly picked up the bowl and sniffed -it smelled good- then he stuck a finger inside and tasted. Mouth watering he dug in with gutso, moaning as the bright flavor hit his tongue, and looked at the black haired man. He was gingerly nibbling at the rabbit, eyes closed in muted pleasure, and he was...almost feminine.
Blushing brilliantly June finished off the dish, going so far as the lick the plastic, much to the amusement of his savior. Zane threw the sticks away and went to wash out the container in the ocean while he rubbed his full belly. " Zane, can I ask ya somethin'?"
"Sure kid," Zan sat next to him. "Shoot."
" Why're ya on the run," he asked and smiled at the older man's disbeliving stare. " I know ya are the guy the talked 'bout on the news a few days ago. But if ya haven't hurt anybody then why are the police after ya?"
He took a long time in answering and June couldn't read anything from his face. " Let's just say that in some situations it's not always black and white," the blank look he was given made him elaborate. " The people on Earth and the Colonies don't want another war and they believe Gundams represent that. Their so afraid of more bloodshed that anyone who dabbles in remotely suspicious activities are taken in for questioning."
" But tha's not fair. Just 'cause some people do somethin' stupid doesn't mean all of them will. A person can't be jus' good and not have 'little bad in them."
Zane smiled sadly. " That is true, but most don't see it that way. If the Gundam is bad, then the individual behind the machine must be a threat, too. Thus, black and white, good and evil. An age old struggle that continues to go on for generations. No one bothers to look at the space in between and when they do their cast out from the rest for being different."
The boy stared at his hands and asked. " Are ya one of those people?"
" Yes," his answer was soft. " I won't lie to you and say that what I do is virtuous. Many men and women will die by my hands, but majority of the time it is necessary."
June nodded; he understood that the older male wouldn't sugar coat anything for him no matter his age. It was actually rather funny envisioning someone trying to smooth over death and killing. " S'lright. Did ya make the machine?"
" No. A man I used to..work for created the Gundam. He was a mean sonofabitch, so I took it from right under his nose," Zane winked.
That small pause in his sentence made June wonder what kind of 'work' this man did and decided he didn't care. It was the past and it belonged there. All that mattered was the here and now. Satisfied with his new found maturity the raven haired boy looked up at the stary night sky and sighed. He started when Zane abruptly stood, looking out at the ocean with narrowed eyes, and he stood as well. " Whats-"
" Run as far as you can into the woods and keep going until you find a town," he yelled as he moved rapidly towards the Gundam. When the boy didn't budge Zane shouted. " GO!"
He took off, sprinting fast into the folliage as the gundam stood, and paled at the sight behind him. Mobile suits were headed for them, seven in all, and each firing at the now engaged ShadowStalker. June stopped, breathing heavily as Zane took off to meet the enemy, and he hoped the other came back alright.
-----
Cursing fluently his fingers flew over the control panel. Those were Juggernaut mobile suits, same as the last time, except for the deep blood red one leading them. Antares and it's pilot Fred Monroe.
He shot off as soon as Stalker was ready and opened fire on the smaller mobile suits surrounding Antares. While not as deadly as his own gundam, the huge machine was almost on par with Sandrock and Heavyarms. Monroe, an egotistical backstabber, held a grudge the size of Texas since their very first mission as partners. They had argued over infiltration tactics until the idiot man went off on his own. Zane had let him and felt cold satisfaction when Fred failed, leaving him to blow up the base and save his ass. When F asked them what went wrong, Zane reported everything to their superior, even Fred's foolhardy way of getting captured. The man was demoted, all of his privilages taken away, and was even refused access to 'his' mobile suit.
Bringing his mind back to the battle he dodged a blast from a thermal nuclear cannon. With a chuckle he released his whip, not before taking a hit to the back, and thrashed the two suits in his way. He looked around. Five plus Antares surrounded him and the odds were getting risky. Zane could take out the others with out effort, his gattling guns and rockets would aid him there, but Fred posed a definate problem with his radar. No cloaking device.
" Shadowhound," the sneering voice filled with smug contentment made him frown. " It seems destined that I am the one to tear you apart."
" Aw, it's cute to see you still have that notion of suprioroity when your nothing but low class scum," he snickered at the enraged growl. If he could get the man to make just one careless mistake he'd have him.
"Captain, we need to take out the target and-"
" I know what our duty is soldier," Fred snarled. Then he chuckled and said. " Honestly, I hardly see why F believes that you are such a threat, Shadowhound. Your just a puppy who wets himself when faced by a larger dog."
Zane laughed mockingly. "Oh yes, that suits you perfectly; a dog on a leash following their master's command. How does it feel to beg for a treat and kiss F's raunchy ass? I'm sure it tastes aweful, but you sure loved to roll over in his shit."
One Aries charged forward, intent on taking the gundam out with the pilot distracted, but froze on Antare's long spear. The two halves of the suit exploded and the remaining four backed away from the red machine. They yelled and demanded an explanation, when they too were destroyed in a red enferno. Zane blanched at the ruthless killing and shook his head sadly. That was exactly the reason no one wanted to work with the man; he elliminated anyone in the way of his glory seeking ways. Even his own commrades.
" Now it's just you and me, boy."
Zane felt anger course through his veins and growled. " Yeah, just you and me."
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A/N= If you haven't guessed, the above 'PLEH DEEN I' is 'I need help' backwards. =] For those of you who got it...-Throws confetti.- For those who didn't, it's okay! I was confused as hell too at first. xD