Gundam ShadowStalker

( Hallo. Here is a treat for my lovely reviewers. This is not my story and if this isn't your type of thing that's fine. But I laughed my ass off so hard that I nearly fell out of my computer chair reading the prologue. Tears were literally pouring down my cheeks and I had to take a break otherwise I would have choked and died on my laughter. You shall find the link in my profile information. -Smirk.-
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Duo started as his cellphone went off and opened it curiously. There was a text message from Une and he watched as the other's read theirs as well. 'Emergency. Unknown Gundam and Mobile Suits on the coast of Portland, Maine. All Agents procede with caution. Suspects are armed and highly dangerous.'

" Well no shit. Their not just 'armed', they have weapons that could destory an entire fucking colony!"

" We don't have time for this, baka," Heero growled. Grabbing the long braid he pulled the squaking pilot out of the door and they all piled into Trowa's van. As the uni-banged pilot started up the engine Duo couldn't help but snuggle into his boyfriend's side. " How are we supposed to get to Maine when we're in New York?"

" Une has a high speed water boat capable of going more than six hundred miles per hour. Which will put us there in roughly about 30 minutes," Wufei answered, resting his katana calmly against his shoulder. Violet eyes widened and he sat back to enjoy the ride.

In all honesty he was eagerly waiting to see the gundam up close. Ever since DeathScythe had been destoryed he'd felt...lost..like one of his good friends died or went away on a permanent vacation. Never had he felt so alive than sitting in his cockpit and taking out Oz enemy forces one at a time. And while he didn't miss the war, even Duo could admit to himself that he craved the adrenaline rush, and wanted that feeling back.

Une was already waiting. Her lips were turned down, eyes alight with firey determanation as she escorted them to the transport vehicle. " I want you to lead the other agents when you reach Portland. Don't open fire on the Gundam or Mobile suits and I want both pilots alive if possible," she studied them intently. " Be careful."

" Awe we didn't know you cared, Une-baby!"

Quatre rolled his eyes and smiled at the worried woman. He could tell that it was eating her up not being able to offer them any form of protection against the huge giants. It warmed his heart that their once vicious enemy was now a protective commrade in arms. " We will be fine, return with our unit intact, and with the perpetraitors subdued."

She nodded and watched as the boat took off from the harbor. Even with the young blonde's reassurances, Une felt as though whatever came of this was going to be very good for everyone. Or incredbily bad.

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" We'll be reaching Portland in a few minutes," the Perfect Soldier stated, cold blue eyes surveying the team of men and women seated on the ship. " We are only to observe, watch for civilians in the line of fire, and apprehend the two in command of the mobile suits."

Everyone tensed readily and the earlier murmurs were now absent. Excitement buzzed in the air, but there was an air of dread that cloaked it. The arabian was discretely holding Trowa's hand and took comfort from the firm fingers rubbing his knuckles soothingly. With every assignment they undertook he always felt his heart clench at the thought of never seeing those wonderful emerald eyes again. Losing his silent, strong lover would shatter his fragile heart and Quatre knew it would never be able to heal.

" Don't worry little one," warm breath rushed by his ear. " I will let nothing happen to you or the others."

" You take care of yourself out there, Trowa. If you...I...," he shuddered at the painful thought. Warm arms encircled him and pulled him tightly against the muscualr chest. He sighed softly, resting his head on one shoulder, and tightened his grip on the hand in his own. Nothing would happen to his beloved, he'd make sure of that himself.

Looking across the small cabin he smiled at Duo, who sat between Heero's legs, and recieved a stiff grin in return. The Japanese man seemed unaffected, but he could feel the intense apprehension for his loud mouth love. He also saw the discrete hand that carded lovingly through the braided agent's bangs. A change occured in Heero once they had gotten together; he'd become open and smiled more often than he used to.

All of them had changed after the war. Duo finally let them see under his joker's mask and glimpse the torn young man that lay beneathe the smile. He was still loud, and loved to prank them daily, but he toned down when he realized they were there to stay. Once he got together with Heero the cold, emotionless teen relaxed his fierce grip on his training. Now he talked more with them, going on outings just to relax, and began showing his affection for Duo infront of them.

Not much change occured in Wufei except for him allowing them to see him valnurable. Letting his hair down, reading a book with glasses perched on his nose, or even meditating in the living room. The Chinese young man spoke of justic, his morals set in iron so strong not even Gundanium could break it, but he eventually let go of his pride to ask occasionally for their help. To him Trowa was different now, but not in an undesirable way. Instead of seeking solitude he could be found either sitting or discussing something with them more often.

Clearly he liked to spend time with all of them, but on some days he would lock himself up somewhere just to be left alone. Trowa even conceded on instructing them in acrobatics and he remembered the content smile when they completeed their first flips.

Quatre was afraid for each of his friends, especially Wufei since he and Trowa had discussed asking the exotic Asian to join them. Ever since they'd first met he still licked his lips at the sight of the bronze muscles peeking out from his clothing. They just didn't know how to go about the entire thing and he refused to let their friendship fail because he freaked out the possibly straight male. It hurt his heart to see the lonesome young man continue with his loner ways, even though he felt the tiny sparks of jealousy aimed at them from time to time.

" We're here. Move out!"

The Preventers went ashore and rapidly began a perimiter search. The five of them split up, each taking a group of men, and leading the teams through the forest. Everyone was silent, stumbling as the ground shook from tremors, and scanning the area with weapons drawn. When he finally saw the two suits he gaped at the size of the Gundam; it was hugmongous! Digging the communication radio out of his pocket Quatre spoke quickly.

" Targets in sight. Move SouthWest from arrival point, over. "

" Copy that 04. Status?"

" Fine. In underbrush left side of machines. G is engaged in battle with a red MS."

" 04, 05 here. Size of target?"

" Extremely large."

A few moments later they appeared. Each of the former Gundam Pilots looked on with awe as the black and silver Gundam danced around it's opponent. " It almost looks like 'Scythe up close," Duo gasped.

Wufei pointed to the attacking mobile suit. " Impressive, but the Gundam can take it down with ease. The pilot is just leading his enemy into a false sense of security." They watched and sure enough the black gundam quickly released two missles. One locked on and damaged the right leg, but the other flew off course when the mobile suit dodged.

" He is good," Trowa admitted as the fight went on. " The pilot knows his opponents strategy and also realizes that head on assalts could be fatal. The red suit is made for short distance combat."

"Agent Yuy, we found a civilian!" Two Preventers came into view, each holding the arm of a young boy, who was struggling widly in their grasp. And the expletives coming from that mouth made even Trowa chuckle softly.

" Lemme go ya pieces of shit!" Quatre gasped at the familiar voice, turning away from the fight with aquamarine eyes saucer-plate wide.

" Damien, is that you?!"

The raven haired boy looked up. " Uncle Quatre?" When he was set down he raced over to the blonde and hugged him around the knees. He was shaking, fear apparent in his tone when he asked " Why are you here, Uncle?"

" I should be asking you the same question," the blonde said disapprovingly. " Where are Gloria and Philip, and what are you doing here? It's very dangerous, you could have gotten yourself killed!"

Damien gulped as he looked into his Uncle's hard eyes and swallowed down tears. " Mamma and Pappa were murdered by a strange man. When he tried to get me I threw a vase at him and ran."

Feeling his breath leave him at the thought of his kind, gentle sister being killed Quatre bent down to envelope the distressed boy in a tight embrace. No one had contacted him about this travesty and he wondered if his siblings even knew. Straightening he placed the young child behind him, worried that Damien had been on his own for this long, and how he got here in the first place. It dawned in him that the rogue gundam pilot might have learned about Damien's connection to the Winner Corportation and attacked his family.

" When we catch him he'll be charged with murder and kidnapping, the dishonorable beast," Wufei looked disgusted. How could someone hold an innocent child against their will and kill his parent's before his eyes? It was horrible and he could tell that the others were just as angry, if not more so, than he was at the tirant's actions.

Kneeling down he looked into the child's eyes. " Damien, did the man in that machine kill your mother and father?"

" No," he replied confusedly. Then his eyes widened in understanding. " No! He didn't kill them, some other man did. Your not going to arrest him, are you?"

Trowa ruffled his hair. " Smart boy, " he frowned as terror replaced the understanding. " He is a wanted man and we are to make sure he doesn't cause harm to anyone."

Damien shook his head frantically, moving away from them to their utter confusion. " Zane hasn't hurt anyone and he saved me from a rapist," at this admission several of the preventors stiffened with rage. Rape was a fifty year sentence, even higher when the victim was a child, and many did not recover from the trama." Please don't arrest him, Uncle Quatre! He didn't do anything wrong!"

" Zane," Heero cataloged the information for later. Now that they knew the pilot's name he could dig up information from the L-7 colonies system files and find out just who they were dealing with. If there was one thing he hated, it was an unknown, and this Zane was exactly that. " We are only going to bring him in for questioning. "

The child got angry then, barring his teeth at them and running away with a shouted, " No, I won't let you!" Everyone paled at his direction; straight towards the fighting mobile suits.

" Damien!"

"Le't go!" The five took off after the boy. When he reached the coast Quatre cried out as a laser cannon from the red mobile suit was aimed directly at boy. He tried to run faster, desperately calling for the child, when arms began dragging him back. Trowa fought to hold down his dispaired lover and knew that it was too late when the red blast made it's way toward the frozen Damien.

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Zane growled as he took another hit, but not before sending one of his own and damaging the mobile suit's left side shield. They traded blow for blow furiously and he could feel the throbbing pain from his broken arm acutely. Blood was dripping down his forehead and his right leg was damaged, at least broken in three places.

Yet he felt good in the knowledge that Fred was fairing no better than he was at the moment. " Give up Shadowhound, your not going to win this fight. Just go back to F, beg for his forgiveness, and I might be inclined to give you a swift death."

"How about taking that 'swift death' and shoving it where the sun don't shine," he snarled. Dodging a swipe from the bright red sword he sent a volley of rounds from his guns. They managed take out the bastard's hand and the sword plunged into the ocean's depths.

Fred cried out angrily at the loss of his favorite weapon and Zane smirked. The red mobile suit stopped so suddenly that he thought the asshole might have died, but then quiet chuckles came from the man. "Why, isn't that the little boy from earlier, Shadowhound? You've been protecting the runt, haven't you? Pathetic."

Dismay pooled in his stomach as June came up on his video com. Why hadn't the little fool stayed away like he asked?! " Leave the boy out of this Monroe!"

" Oh no, " the bastard leveled his weapon at the child. " I don't think I will follow your command, dog. Surrender and I'll spare the child a grisely death. If not then you can watch as he gets splattered across the forest"

Zane reluctantly lowered his weapon, knowing that if he didn't Fred would carry out his threat. In the distance he could see forms behind the boy and cursed when he recognized five of them. If they were here then there were sure to be more Preventers waiting to capture him and his rival. " Alright Fred, I give up. Leave the kid alone and I'll come back quietly."

The malicious booming laughter chilled his blood as the beam cannon charged. " Ever since our first mission I knew women and children would be your downfall. Now say goodbye!"

Swiftly he turned and pushed ShadowStalker towards the boy. He could see the whites of June's eyes glowing red as the blast headed straight for him. Cursing he threw the accelerators into full throttle and placed himself directly even with the shot. 'Please God don't fail me now buddy! Move, move, MOVE!' He covered the boy with his gundam just as the blast hit, smashing his head into the panel, and agony ripped through his chest. Biting down on his lips to stiffle the scream he slumped forward, barely managing the keep the huge machine from crushing the small body sheltered beneath it.

The bystanders watched the highly damaged gundam reach up to pull what appeared to be a metal saucer from it's side and fling it at the mobile suit. It hit, slicing the mecha's head cleanly off of it's shoulders, and Fred's angry shout faded in the resulting explosion.

Fatigue gripped him and Zane looked down at his chest. A piece of metal pierced his side, surprisingly away from his lung, and he shut his eyes at the intense pain. He reached for the metal, grit his teeth, and pulled sharply. Black spots clouded his vision and with blood soaked hands he punched in the sequence to open his compartment.

The landing was rather painful and he moaned as his aching body told him off. Frantic and alarmed June reached him, lips moving rapidly as he talked a mile a minute. The words were fuzzy, incomprehensible, and he felt a huge weight slide off of his shoulders. He was alive.

" We have...outta here...coming," gentle hands tried to pull him up and he fought for a moment. His woozy mind reminded him that Agents were waiting to cart him off to prison, but his body told his mind to shut the fuck up. Groaning he pushed himself to his knees and put both hands on the boy's arms. "Your okay.."

June nodded, eyes wide with fear as raised voices came closer. " We gotta go Zane! They think your some kinda bad guy and their gonna bring you to jail!"

Shaking his head he looked up into the faces of the five gundam pilots. Each of them had guns trained on him and for a moment he thought they were going to shoot the boy to get to him. Snarling angrily he pushed June behind him and protected him with his body while aiming his own weapon at them.

A blonde held up his hand and the others very slowly lowered their weapons. " He's not going to hurt him," he insisted, blue eyes locked with glazed golden brown.

" Your bleeding...," that made him chuckle then groan as his body convulsed.

" No 'm not," he rasped at June. " That's jus' ketchup, but I've been tol' I taste good with hot sauce, too."

The braided man laughed softly and took a step forward. He aimed the gun directly at Maxwell's chest and he froze. " We're not going to hurt the kid."

Zane still kept the gun up even as he swayed in exhaustion. Even though his strength began to fail him he had to get some reassurance that his word was true. " Swear," he ground out, moments away from collapsing. Duo didn't answer but Trowa stepped forward and watched the wounded fighter with calm, knowing green eyes.

"I swear that nothing will happen to him on my honor as a Preventer."

"Oh...," he nodded as the gun fell from his lifeless hand. " That's good." and then he too fell into oblivion.
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A/N: For some reason my computer is not letting me post my replies to your reviews, so thank you InuGuardian and NoodleZombie!!! =]