Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny ❯ Long-Lost Brothers ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Reisuji 
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Martial Arts / Mecha / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.06.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 724 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Martial Arts / Mecha / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.06.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 724 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: The fic is the only thing that's mine; characters aren't, unfortunately. All rights to these amazing ANIMEs belong to Clamp, Kodansha, Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, yadda yadda yadda, so don't waste your time suing me! Your 'corporate boogeyman' won't get anything valuable from me, anyway, except for a bunch of lousy grades, some leftover cookie crumbs, a Pentel point 5 ball pen, and some crumpled research papers.
Author's Notes: * wipes sweat off her forehead with a white handkerchief * Well, here ya go, minna! Chapter two! This is going to be a lot longer than the first chapter, since Ieran's narration about how Heero got to AC 195 and back to 1999 Hongkong took up almost ten pages of my notebook. ^_^ Just consider this as my way of making up for the rather short chapter one.
PinkCherryBlossom ===thank you sooo much for urging me to write more of this! I really needed that ego boost! I was really scared that you guys would think of my story as worthless!
DESTINY by rei-chan
Chapter Two: Long-Lost Brothers
"What did you say?"
Heero's question hung in midair as he and the woman eyed each other apprehensively. Duo watched the two of them in their staring match in confusion. 'What the hell's going on here?' he wondered to himself, aware of Heero's gun arm wavering slightly from the peripheral of his vision as the woman in white stared back at him. 'How the fuck did she know Heero Yuy's name?'
"What did you just say, onna?" The Wing pilot's voice was barely a whisper. He forcefully ignored the pounding of his heart and the continous rush of blood to his head as the woman's eyes remained fixed on his. "Answer me." Or else. The unspoken threat hung in the air as he released the safety latch on his pistol with shaking fingers.
The woman held a white embroidered fan(1) to her mouth, closed her eyes and bowed slightly at the two pilots. "A gesture of welcome, Heero Yuy. For your long-awaited homecoming." she said regally. Opening her eyes, she took a step forward at the two boys.
Heero felt a strange force pushing him on all sides, completely immobilizing his entire body.
'Wha-what is this?' he thought in alarm as the fact that he could not control his own body dawned on him. 'I-I c-cann-n't m-mo-ve.' His gun fell from his suddenly lax fingers.
Duo turned to him with wide eyes as he, too, struggled to break free from the unknown force holding him. "What the fuck--Heero, wha-what's going on?" he cried out in panic, his own weapon landing on the soft grass by his feet.
The woman watched them struggle against whatever it was that bound them, her mysterious dark eyes still fixed intently on the Wing pilot's Prussian ones. Suddenly, her voice seemed to fill Heero's head, completely taking him by surprise. 'You can fight the binding force, Heero Yuy. You have the strength to..' Her voice was magnified, as if she had been speaking through a megaphone.
The dark-haired soldier tried with all his might to move his arms and legs, but to no avail.
'Feel the power within you, Li Raiu. Use it.'
'Shut up.'
'Use it to break free, Raiu.'
'Shut up!'
'Fight the binding force...use your magic...'
"Get the hell out of my head!" Heero suddenly screamed out loud. A strange feeling then started snaking its way up from the soldier's stomach to his arms, bringing along with it a white-hot sensation that was both painful and pleasant at the same time.
Thunder boomed loudly from the sky.
In a sudden flash of green light, both Heero and Duo landed on the ground with resounding thuds.
~ 0 ~
A few meters away from where the three were located, Li Syaoran's head suddenly jerked in attention as he felt the pull of an unfamiliar magic nearby.
~ 0 ~
Duo clutched at his chest as he struggled to breathe in oxygen, sweat trickling down his forehead as he stared in disbelief at Heero Yuy's equally stunned face. "What--" the braided pilot gasped between pants, "--the FUCK was that?!" His other hand strained forward to thug at his comrade's tank top as Heero tried to catch his own breath.
A pair of slippered feet stepped in front of the two soldiers and both looked up to find the strange woman's solemn gaze fixed on the Wing pilot's face. The latter's throat tightened as he felt another strange tingling sensation in his stomach. "The power of Thunder." the woman in white whispered thickly, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "How long had the clan waited for this..." She trailed off and bit her lip.
Through the loud pounding of his heart, Heero managed to choke out, "Who are you?"
She seemed to regain her composure upon hearing this question. Taking a deep breath, she
simply replied. "Li Ieran. Anata no okasan des."(2)
~ 0 ~
The slender beam of light coming from Syaoran's Lasin board was pointing towards a nearby clearing. 'The source of magic.' Indeed, the amber-eyed lad felt the unfamiliar presence coming from that direction. Eyes narrowing, he unclasped the chain of the black tassel(3) around his neck. Holding it in front of him, Syaoran closed his eyes and tapped on the magic that was a part of him.
"Force, know my plight. Release the light."
Instantly his long sword appeared in his hand.
He approached the area where the magic was coming from and crouched behind the thick bushes, carefully peeking one eye out to investigate.
~ 0 ~
It took the boys a full minute for realization to sink in.
"You have got to be kidding." Duo Maxwell burst out in disbelief as he jumped to a stand, all pretense of pain forgotten. "That is, like, the most fucked up thing I've ever heard in my
entire life!" he exclaimed.
Beside him, Heero stood back up on his feet soundlessly. "Explain." he commanded to the woman in an eerily calm voice. He was still recovering from the unfamiliar sensation he felt earlier, but the weight of the pistol he had in his hand comforted him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Duo eyeing his gun discreetly while he himself fumbled for the spare weapon he always had hidden in an inter-pants holster.
The woman claiming to be his mother seemed unsurprised at the two boys' reactions. Rather, she acted as though she had expected these from them. Gracefully she held out a manicured hand at them. In a matter of seconds, Heero had released the safety latch on his gun and pointed it at her head.
"Yamero!"
All three turned as they heard the angry cry. A boy of about eleven was charging towards them, brandishing a huge sword at the two pilots as he ran. Smoothly the braided boy pointed his own gun to bear at the newcomer. "Stop right there, little one." he taunted, the manical gleam back in his eye as he smiled coldly at the smaller boy.
Ieran started. "Syaoran!" she called out.
The boy ignored her. Eyes flashing, he advanced towards the two pilots, sword raised and ready to attack.
"Stay away from my mother!"
"Syaoran, matte!"
The young boy paused from his running to snarl at the two older boys. As Duo stared at the strange boy glowering at him and Heero, he was struck by a sudden realization.
The boy looked a LOT like his comrade. Down to the very last detail. Same full lips, sculpted cheekbones, and a mane of tousled brown hair. If it weren't for the difference in their eye colors, the smaller boy could easily be mistaken as an eleven year old version of--
'Wait a minute...'
The Deathscythe pilot's amethystine eyes widened as his head turned back and forth from his partner and the younger boy.
Li Ieran claimed to be Heero's mother.
This little boy referred to Li Ieran as 'my mother'.
His partner and the boy looked like a stone split in half.
Therefore...
His thought process was interrupted as Li Ieran calmly addressed the two scowling boys. "Yamete, Syaoran. That boy, Li Raiu...he is your brother."
TBC
---Phew. Seems that this chapter is a little shorter than I expected. Demo, don't worry, minna-chan! Chapter three and four are currently being worked on! Again, arigato gozaimasu for the wonderful reviews!!!
BTW, for those who still have not checked on my other works, please read and review 'I Believe' and 'Meeting'. I don't think you'll be disappointed!
FOOTNOTES:
1. I've come to believe that Li Ieran's power is generated through her fan, judging from how she used it to create an entrance way through that red field thingie in the CCS first movie. I don't really expect you to agree with this, but, just to make it clear, this belief of mine will be applied to the rest of the story. ^_^
2. Most of you probably know the translation for this, but assuming that you don't, this actually means "Your mother."
3. Is that little black ball actually called a tassel? According to the technical definition of the word, a tassel is a fluffy ball of some sort. Anyway, if you guys know what that ball is called, let me know so that I can make corrections.
Author's Notes: * wipes sweat off her forehead with a white handkerchief * Well, here ya go, minna! Chapter two! This is going to be a lot longer than the first chapter, since Ieran's narration about how Heero got to AC 195 and back to 1999 Hongkong took up almost ten pages of my notebook. ^_^ Just consider this as my way of making up for the rather short chapter one.
PinkCherryBlossom ===thank you sooo much for urging me to write more of this! I really needed that ego boost! I was really scared that you guys would think of my story as worthless!
DESTINY by rei-chan
Chapter Two: Long-Lost Brothers
"What did you say?"
Heero's question hung in midair as he and the woman eyed each other apprehensively. Duo watched the two of them in their staring match in confusion. 'What the hell's going on here?' he wondered to himself, aware of Heero's gun arm wavering slightly from the peripheral of his vision as the woman in white stared back at him. 'How the fuck did she know Heero Yuy's name?'
"What did you just say, onna?" The Wing pilot's voice was barely a whisper. He forcefully ignored the pounding of his heart and the continous rush of blood to his head as the woman's eyes remained fixed on his. "Answer me." Or else. The unspoken threat hung in the air as he released the safety latch on his pistol with shaking fingers.
The woman held a white embroidered fan(1) to her mouth, closed her eyes and bowed slightly at the two pilots. "A gesture of welcome, Heero Yuy. For your long-awaited homecoming." she said regally. Opening her eyes, she took a step forward at the two boys.
Heero felt a strange force pushing him on all sides, completely immobilizing his entire body.
'Wha-what is this?' he thought in alarm as the fact that he could not control his own body dawned on him. 'I-I c-cann-n't m-mo-ve.' His gun fell from his suddenly lax fingers.
Duo turned to him with wide eyes as he, too, struggled to break free from the unknown force holding him. "What the fuck--Heero, wha-what's going on?" he cried out in panic, his own weapon landing on the soft grass by his feet.
The woman watched them struggle against whatever it was that bound them, her mysterious dark eyes still fixed intently on the Wing pilot's Prussian ones. Suddenly, her voice seemed to fill Heero's head, completely taking him by surprise. 'You can fight the binding force, Heero Yuy. You have the strength to..' Her voice was magnified, as if she had been speaking through a megaphone.
The dark-haired soldier tried with all his might to move his arms and legs, but to no avail.
'Feel the power within you, Li Raiu. Use it.'
'Shut up.'
'Use it to break free, Raiu.'
'Shut up!'
'Fight the binding force...use your magic...'
"Get the hell out of my head!" Heero suddenly screamed out loud. A strange feeling then started snaking its way up from the soldier's stomach to his arms, bringing along with it a white-hot sensation that was both painful and pleasant at the same time.
Thunder boomed loudly from the sky.
In a sudden flash of green light, both Heero and Duo landed on the ground with resounding thuds.
~ 0 ~
A few meters away from where the three were located, Li Syaoran's head suddenly jerked in attention as he felt the pull of an unfamiliar magic nearby.
~ 0 ~
Duo clutched at his chest as he struggled to breathe in oxygen, sweat trickling down his forehead as he stared in disbelief at Heero Yuy's equally stunned face. "What--" the braided pilot gasped between pants, "--the FUCK was that?!" His other hand strained forward to thug at his comrade's tank top as Heero tried to catch his own breath.
A pair of slippered feet stepped in front of the two soldiers and both looked up to find the strange woman's solemn gaze fixed on the Wing pilot's face. The latter's throat tightened as he felt another strange tingling sensation in his stomach. "The power of Thunder." the woman in white whispered thickly, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "How long had the clan waited for this..." She trailed off and bit her lip.
Through the loud pounding of his heart, Heero managed to choke out, "Who are you?"
She seemed to regain her composure upon hearing this question. Taking a deep breath, she
simply replied. "Li Ieran. Anata no okasan des."(2)
~ 0 ~
The slender beam of light coming from Syaoran's Lasin board was pointing towards a nearby clearing. 'The source of magic.' Indeed, the amber-eyed lad felt the unfamiliar presence coming from that direction. Eyes narrowing, he unclasped the chain of the black tassel(3) around his neck. Holding it in front of him, Syaoran closed his eyes and tapped on the magic that was a part of him.
"Force, know my plight. Release the light."
Instantly his long sword appeared in his hand.
He approached the area where the magic was coming from and crouched behind the thick bushes, carefully peeking one eye out to investigate.
~ 0 ~
It took the boys a full minute for realization to sink in.
"You have got to be kidding." Duo Maxwell burst out in disbelief as he jumped to a stand, all pretense of pain forgotten. "That is, like, the most fucked up thing I've ever heard in my
entire life!" he exclaimed.
Beside him, Heero stood back up on his feet soundlessly. "Explain." he commanded to the woman in an eerily calm voice. He was still recovering from the unfamiliar sensation he felt earlier, but the weight of the pistol he had in his hand comforted him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Duo eyeing his gun discreetly while he himself fumbled for the spare weapon he always had hidden in an inter-pants holster.
The woman claiming to be his mother seemed unsurprised at the two boys' reactions. Rather, she acted as though she had expected these from them. Gracefully she held out a manicured hand at them. In a matter of seconds, Heero had released the safety latch on his gun and pointed it at her head.
"Yamero!"
All three turned as they heard the angry cry. A boy of about eleven was charging towards them, brandishing a huge sword at the two pilots as he ran. Smoothly the braided boy pointed his own gun to bear at the newcomer. "Stop right there, little one." he taunted, the manical gleam back in his eye as he smiled coldly at the smaller boy.
Ieran started. "Syaoran!" she called out.
The boy ignored her. Eyes flashing, he advanced towards the two pilots, sword raised and ready to attack.
"Stay away from my mother!"
"Syaoran, matte!"
The young boy paused from his running to snarl at the two older boys. As Duo stared at the strange boy glowering at him and Heero, he was struck by a sudden realization.
The boy looked a LOT like his comrade. Down to the very last detail. Same full lips, sculpted cheekbones, and a mane of tousled brown hair. If it weren't for the difference in their eye colors, the smaller boy could easily be mistaken as an eleven year old version of--
'Wait a minute...'
The Deathscythe pilot's amethystine eyes widened as his head turned back and forth from his partner and the younger boy.
Li Ieran claimed to be Heero's mother.
This little boy referred to Li Ieran as 'my mother'.
His partner and the boy looked like a stone split in half.
Therefore...
His thought process was interrupted as Li Ieran calmly addressed the two scowling boys. "Yamete, Syaoran. That boy, Li Raiu...he is your brother."
TBC
---Phew. Seems that this chapter is a little shorter than I expected. Demo, don't worry, minna-chan! Chapter three and four are currently being worked on! Again, arigato gozaimasu for the wonderful reviews!!!
BTW, for those who still have not checked on my other works, please read and review 'I Believe' and 'Meeting'. I don't think you'll be disappointed!
FOOTNOTES:
1. I've come to believe that Li Ieran's power is generated through her fan, judging from how she used it to create an entrance way through that red field thingie in the CCS first movie. I don't really expect you to agree with this, but, just to make it clear, this belief of mine will be applied to the rest of the story. ^_^
2. Most of you probably know the translation for this, but assuming that you don't, this actually means "Your mother."
3. Is that little black ball actually called a tassel? According to the technical definition of the word, a tassel is a fluffy ball of some sort. Anyway, if you guys know what that ball is called, let me know so that I can make corrections.