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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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 is16(now or has been for a few chapters).
Author Note: I’m doing NaNoWriMo so no updates for
November. I apologize for the long wait I ended up in the hospital for a couple
days.
Happy Reading!
-Na
Of Ghosts and Swords, Words and Wars
Chaputa-shichi: Words
“What?”! Exclaimed Wu Fei his anger rising as he stared at the two older men
in front of him. It was the next morning, the grand morning after. After the
grand battle, the hot shower, the last night on the spare bed in Treize’s room.
He was just shown his new room, the room with the most expansive library, the
room with only one key and no servants coming in or out to clean it. It was the
ex-master bedroom at the end of the hall. Why the Chinese youth received this
room was a mystery. Milliardo mentioned things like it was the only free room,
and the safest if anyone ever came looking for him. But this was not the source
of the slighter male’s arguer.
“We’re sorry Wu Fei, but you simply cannot, so please desist in this
childish behavior,” replied Treize with a placating
hand outstretched before him.
“Why am I not allowed to go and retrieve my
motorcycle?” the youngest sighed in great annoyance.
The brunette growled and nearly yelled, “You’re sixteen Wu Fei!”
The blond stepped forward, “What Treize is trying to say is that the legal
driving age is eighteen, you are not old enough to drive.”
“I’ll never get caught, even if I don’t use the Preventer issued license.”
“Wu Fei,” replied Milliardo in a soft voice, “once it is clear that you are
missing than anyone that is on a Suzuki GSX-R 1000 is going to be pulled over
and the registration number checked.”
The ex-Gundam pilot sighed and frowned slightly, “Can we at least retrieve
my bike and wait until I am eighteen to ride?”
The tall German-Russian bred sighed, “The one time you act your age, and it
is over illegally driving,” deep blue eyes met light blue in a plead for help, “you cannot Drache
since your bike is registered to you, gomennasai.”
If anyone thought that Wu Fei could cry over a motorcycle this was the
moment where he looked depressed enough to do so. Not so much in worry for the
tears that would most likely not ensue, but for the resolution of the circular
conversation, Milliardo spoke up, “When you turn eighteen and legally get your
license then you may drive the GSX-R 750 that is currently in the garage, after
that we will discuss getting you another 1000, deal?”
Black eyes looked into blue for a moment before sighing, “All right.”
“Now that that is settled, let us have breakfast in my rooms and discuss
other matters of our new life,” said the blond turning to leave the rooms which
everyone believed had not been opened since the death of the Sanc royal family
heads.
The three men walked peacefully down the hall not discussing anything,
deciding to wait until they were seated around the small table that the
servants were arranging in the “new-master” bedroom. The three sat around the
small circular table that had three bowls of miso soup and plates of poached
egg over toast. Black eyes surveyed the eggs suspiciously before taking the
bowl of miso in his hands.
A good portion of the meal was silent, if one looked carefully at the two
elder friends they would see the nervous hesitance that they directed towards
the third member at the table. After many failed attempts and half their meals
eaten, Millardo was able to speak, “Wu Fei, tell us
about your education.”
Black eyes looked up for a moment, “I finished my education before the war
really reached colony A0206. I had gone to a boarding school in my youth and
after graduating from the school early I had furthered my knowledge through a
Kǒng Fūzǐ self teaching method.”
“Ara, so you have completed chuutougakkoubut
not koutougakkou, since you are only now sixteen and were too young while on
the colony?” asked Treize. [1
“Formally you are correct I suppose, but that does not erase the fact that I
have completed the education needed to take over the clan, and compared to
these earthly education I have surpassed the gāo zhōng xué,” replied
the sable haired man.
“Hai and we have no doubt in your… education and abilities…” trailed off Milliardo.
“What are you trying to say? Just say it,” growled the colony born man
placing down the empty miso bowl.
“You’ve said this before yourself Drache, the records of L5 colony A0206,
were destroyed, you barely exist and while we can convince the government that
you were a colonist you are sixteen and therefore need your formal koutougakkou
degree at the very least,” answered the blond nervous expecting the fiery youth
to explode at any moment.
Wu Fei frowned; perhaps staying here wasn’t the best solution, “But the
government doesn’t need to know that I exist.”
“To deter any thoughts that you are Preventer Chang Wu Fei we need to reestablish your identity prior to the attack on L5 and
make a place for that person in this world, just incase there is a raid on
Miri’s house and you get found,” answered a somber
Treize, taking the last bite of the poached egg and toast and reaching for the
cup of tea and pulling the miso closer, “so we were thinking home schooling.
You’ll take a test to assess your level of mainland standard education and if
you need additional education than I will teach you.”
There was a long pause where onyx eyes half-glared at the ex-OZ general, the
words turning and resifting through the younger’s mind. He wanted to protest
since none of this was necessary he had his education he could ride a bike but
neither were legal and recognized. So now his housemates wanted him to wait and
re-due all of this. But the elder men had a point, and he could see this. The
chances that he tested out of all the needed gāo
zhōng xué courses were highly likely. The caramel colored
youth sighed, “Fine I will accept.”
“Then we will need your birth name to fill out the schooling papers to
appease the government,” replied the ex-Lightning Count.
The youngest man at the table froze starring wide-eyed at the men sitting
next to him. After a pregnant moment he regained his composure, “Don’t I get
any say in my living conditions before you strip me of all my secrets?”
“Of course, of course,” quickly replied Treize with a smile, “what issues
would like to address?”
“I’m five centimeters shorter than Treize and
eight shorter than Milliardo,” replied Wu Fei, the two schoolmates looked at
one another confused before turning back to the third party, “I need my own
clothes, I cannot roll up pant legs and wear your belts for the rest of my
life. I also cannot return to my apartment, or buy new things, with my own
money.”
Milliardo laughed, and Treize smiled; the blond answered, “Don’t worry about
it we have plenty of bank accounts that we could use that even the Preventers
don’t know that we own, and several addresses that we could send the ordered
goods to.”
“So clothes, is there anything else that you would like to address Drache?”
questioned the German, while he held the bowl in hand, spoon poised to take the
last sip.
“I believe that you two should join me for meditating and learning of
martial arts, whenever possible,” replied Wu Fei with a smug smile.
Blue eyes met blue, both were silently apprehensive, as well as agreeing
that what Wu Fei was offering was not a bad thing, it was mostly his smile that
scared them.
“Of course Wu Fei, we would love to. It would give something for Treize to
do instead of being bored while I’m working,” replied Milliardo, with a smile.
Treize glared half-heartedly at his long time friend, before turning to look
at the Chinese youth, taking a sip of his tea he asked, “Is there anything else
you would like to include Drache?”
Black hair swayed slightly into the caramel colored
face as the youth shook his head, “Not that I can think of now,” Chang picked
up his tea cup and took a sip, “although I hold the right to add anything else
that I see fit in the future.”
“As do we,” replied the ginger haired man.
“That would be the only way that we could cohabitate happily I believe, if
house rules were up for changing,” added the tallest at the table.
“So we’ll start the day by getting me clothes that fit,” casually said the
youngest poking at his plate of cold poached eggs.
“Signing you up for schooling,” reprimanded Treize.
“Hai, what is your real name Chang Wu Fei, for the record?” asked the blond.
Obsidian eyes narrowed, “I might tell you if you promise not to gloat about
it, and you have to pronounce it correctly.”
There was silence for a moment, than the ex-lightning count elbowed his
elder friend and gave him a significant look. Treize coughed, blushed slightly
and glared at Milliardo before turning to look at the onyx orbs of the younger,
“How about we trade you birth names for birth names?”
Wu Fei just looked at the two elder men wearily. The Sanc prince just held
up his hand in defense, “I just have eight amusing
middle names best saved for when we’re all drunk, Treize why don’t you go
first.”
A growl ripped from the elder’s throat, “Fine, I was born not the ere of the Khushrenada family.
It was actually my mother’s brother that was the ere,
but he died childless when I was four so my name was changed to Treize
Khushrenada to confirm my position as ere. I was born Alaric Treize Baurer
which roughly means the thirteenth ruler of all farmers, so you can see why the
name was changed. I actually never liked the name Alaric and had been called
Treize for a few years by the time it was changed. Now you are will not call me
Alaric and I’ll learn to pronounce your name.” [2
There was a sparkle of amusement in those black eyes before the youth
sighed, “Zhāng Yǔ Fēi.”
“Chang Yu Fei?” tried Treize.
“Zhang Yu Fei?” was the better attempt from Peacecraft.
“Zhāng, it sounds like a cross between a ‘j’ and ‘ch’, while the ‘a’ is
high and flat in tone, Zhāng. The ‘u’ in Yǔ is a falling raising tone
so your voice makes a dip in the pronunciation, Yǔ. Fēi just like the
‘a’ in Zhāng the tone is high and flat ‘ei’
sounds like the ‘ay’ in English ‘day’, Fēi. Zhāng Yǔ Fēi,
now you two try,” answered Yǔ Fēi.
“Zhāng Yǔ Fēi,” said Milliardo.
Yǔ Fēi nodded, than Treize tried, “Zhāng Yū Fēi.”
“Iie, that Yu was in first tone, I am not sludge.”
“Zhāng Yú Fēi?”
The ex-Gundam pilot shook his head, “Your voice needs to drop as well, I am not stupid.”
“Zhāng Yú Fēi?”
“What are you trying to say that I’m a gem? Gomen, that
is not it, that was the same pronunciation as before. It’s Yǔ,” replied
the slighter male.
“Zhāng Yú Fēi?”
“Once again, iie, unless you are trying to imply that I am
handsome. You need to drop your voice too.”
“Yů? And you are handsome Drache, you know I think
I’ll just continue to call you Drache, I am pronouncing that correctly.”
The caramel skin tinted slightly pinker, “I know I am brilliant and
glorious, but you promised to learn to pronounce my name so unless you want me
to turn into the devil, I’d keep trying.” [3
“Zhāng Yǔ Fēi, meine Drache.”
Author’s Note: The Chinese play on words/pronunciation was never planned and
I realize a bit OOC. Sorry. I actually didn’t plan on reveling
names until later but than I remembered to get a
degree you need a name. Treize’s birth name will never be used really, so all
of you who hate me for that. Anyone with Miri middle name suggestions send them
to me, please.
[1 Japanese for secondary school (middle school) and upper (senior)
secondary school (high school) so being 13 (in this fic) in AC 194 he could
have only made it in normal standards to the second year of secondary school and
not upper secondary school.
[2 Alaric (means: Ruler of All) Treize (French for Thirteen) Baurer
(means: Farmer)
thirteenth ruler of all farmers
[3 張雨飛Zhāng
(Ancient Chinese: Huge/Towering) Yǔ (Rain) Fēi: (Flying)
the Chinese play on words/pronunciation:
淤
Yū: sludge, silt
愚
Yú: stupid
璵
Yú: (gem)
妤
Yú: handsome, fair
煜
Yů: brilliant, glorious
獝Yů: devil
See it makes sense.
German Dictionary (I learned German in Switzerland and what I learned
as High German there is sometimes not actually High German):
Meine: my
Drache: dragon
Chinese Dictionary:
Kǒng Fūzǐ: Confucius
gāo zhōng xué: high middle school
(literally)
I hope you enjoyed it. Please review no matter what.
-Na
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