Summary: Okay, this is a GW and Naruto crossover. One of the boys has a secret and it winds up dropping our favorite team of terrorists into the middle of Team 7's training field. What happens when they can't get home again? Can they adapt to their new home or will they crack? A certain Dolphin won't let that happen!
Warnings: PG 13 for now for swearing. I'll make this a T but it might be upped to M later (way later!) Not Yaoi so much as it is shounen-ai. Pairings are 3x4 1x5 for now. If you no like-y M/M then kindly scram!
AN: I'm toying with so many different plot bunnies that updating will undoubtedly be sporadic since I have such fickle muses (Glares at Zyuu, Vince, Tre, Arba, and Xi)
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Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NARUTO OR GUNDAM WING! All characters belong to their respective creators and the giant companies that own them and could squash the little, broke college student like a bug. Thank you. (formal bow)
AC 198
June 30
"MAXWELL!" the Chinese ex-gundam pilot Chang Wufei roared through the house all five ex-gundam pilots shared.
"DUO!" the Japanese ex-gundam pilot Heero Yuy shout snapped through the mansion like a gun retort. Mansion, because the term 'house' could never fit such a large structure. It was a Winner property after all.
"Duo…" the Arabian ex-gundam pilot Quatre Raberba Winner sighed in exasperation with a cold edge mingled within it. The normally even tempered, angelic looking blonde was quickly loosing patience with the recently hyper-ized Duo Maxwell. It was never good when the little Arabian lost his patience and subsequently his temper.
"Duo, I suggest you leave…quickly." The Latin ex-gundam pilot Trowa Barton demanded in his quiet but firm tone. The gleam in his single visible eye was enough to make Duo leave, quickly, as ordered.
Once outside the mansion, what Quatre insisted was nothing more than a small summer home - that earned a derisive snort just thinking about it - the American ex-gundam pilot quickly ran away from the currently pissed off household. Once out of sight of the house the braided pilot let out a loud whoop of joy for a job well done. "So, that pissed off they won't expect me back until dinner, at the earliest. And when am I ever early?" A devilish grin was firmly lodged on the violet eyed pilot's heart shaped face. "That outta give me…hmm…a good five hours to work on it." It being the final jutsu Professor G had left to him in a heavily secured and encrypted file hidden away in the hard drive of Deathscythe. If sentimentality hadn't made him backup Scythe's files he never would have found it. G might have been a pain in the ass, but evidently he did harbor something for the young child he trained to be a solider and sent to war in a giant mobile death machine.
When Professor G started training Duo in the ninja arts, he had scoffed and called the old man cracked, in not so polite terms. Waking up three days later in the lab's infirmary with no recollection of how he got there worked wonders for changing his mind, although his attitude stayed the same. He would never admit, torture or otherwise, that he actually enjoyed that part of his training. Soon enough it was time to ship out in the, finally, fully operational Deathscythe and make his way to earth in the modified "Operation Meteor". He would also never admit how useful the training was in his sneak-and-destroy missions.
Eventually, Professor G and the other four scientists died on the Lunar Base leaving Duo teacher-less and without any options. I mean, how the hell would he find another ninja teacher, go up and say, 'Hey, do you know ninjutsu? Could you teach me? I know that ninjutsu has been abandoned for a few centuries but my old teacher taught me and it was really useful.' That got a particularly loud derisive snort and a humorless chuckle. "That would go over, yep, just call me Duo the Escaped Mental Patient. Ah-ha, no thank you."
With a heavy sigh his mind continued down the well worn path of these particular memories. A few weeks after G croaked he got a heavily encrypted message sent to him by G. Now, Duo was very familiar with death and there was no freakin' way in hell that G survived the Lunar Base so it was with great trepidation, suspicion, and Gundam pilot/street rat paranoia on full blast, that he decrypted the file and looked in it. Its contents translated loosely into:
"If you got this then I'm dead and you're screwed. I am one of a rare handful of people who remember and practice the old ways. I don't care how good you are at tracking, you won't find them. We were, and are, better. So kid, let's see how well that mind of yours works. I've left you detailed information and training regimens on charka control as well as all the jutsus I know. You are the most persistent (read most stubborn little bastard) little street rat I've seen and would have made a hell of an apprentice. Don't fail me on this, I was actually sort of proud knowing I could send these to you."
Another thing on his list of never tells; he would never tell about the silent tears that spilled from his eyes while reading the message and the attached information and regimens. Ever since then, every two weeks Duo would receive another encrypted file containing another jutsu or history or just information that G deemed as important. A week ago Duo was sitting at his laptop waiting impatiently for the beep that would mean his latest ninja lesson had arrived. When his laptop finally obliged him by beeping, Duo was teary reading that that was his final lesson (item number four on Duo's ever expanding list of never tells). A jutsu that even G couldn't perform. The final line of the message was seared into the grey matter of his brain:
"I am proud."
Item number five on his list of never tells was how he calmly went outside the mansion, into the distant tree line away from the other ex-pilots and balled his eyes out all night. He might just be forced to commit seppuku if anyone ever found that out, after all, Duo Maxwell never cried, much less bawled like a girl.
With an almost angry shake of his head, his braid snapping like a whip behind him, Duo yanked off his shirt and set it on the grass under the tree he had taken to practicing under. Sitting down with his legs folded lotus style, hands resting on his knees, Duo slowly lost touch with reality as he sank into a meditative trance. G had warned him that screwing up the seals of the jutsu could do anything, most of the known examples being extremely unpleasant. He would practice in his meditative trance before even considering doing the jutsu in reality. What Duo tended to forget was the whole while-I-am-in-here-time-continues-out-there thing. This is why when he finally left his trance he didn't realize he had been in his mind for nigh on six hours practicing G's final jutsu without a break until the seals and chants came to him like breathing.
Standing up and stretching his stiff muscles loose, the moves away from the tree and into the abused circle of dirt that was once as lush and green as the rest of the lawn until Duo started practicing. Taking a calming breath and emptying his mind, Duo never realized that the other four pilots were coming to look for him. Chanting under his breath and working through the hand seals, Duo was almost done when all of a sudden a hand lands on his arm, causing Duo to miss the last hand seal and mangle the final chant. Turning to look at the four confuse ex-pilots, all he could say was, "Oh damn."
That was all he could say because right afterwards the world jerked and lurched, spinned and wobbled, and all together disappeared from around them. At the sudden light, all four pilots had instinctively grabbed onto each other to anchor themselves. Maybe if they hadn't they wouldn't have gotten into the ensuing mess.
AN: Cya next time and remember to check out my other works: The Newest Spirit Detective (YYH HP / YYH universe) (Dead Harry) (M); Surprises (GW 16 yrs in the future, who are the new pilots and what connection do they have to the old ones? And what's this about parenthood!) (T)