DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundum Wing or WeiB Kreuz…my imagination has not reached that horizon…yet. I am just a lowly student who squanders the
miniscule money she earns to but anime (though there are no regrets here!)
So if you plan to sue me…let me warn you…I have nothing…hehe.

NOTES: I don't know where the idea popped out, but suddenly I started
thinking of what would happen if the WeiB boys met the Gundum boys? Not
only that…what if the Gundum boys were the target? Add Swartz into the mess
and you get something only Rue Sorrows can concoct!

WARNING: Spoilers to the end of WeiB, OAV, end of Gundum Wing, and Endless Waltz. Cursing, violence, stuff that makes the story exciting…etc. Oh! Plus
I love Quatre and the story will most likely focus on him and those I favor
(Omi, and Duo). With that said I think it is safe to read on…so enjoy!

THE TARGETS
PROLOGUE

Somewhere, deeply hidden in a room filled with stars, a young boy tapped on
a computer in boredom. He didn't need to use his hands, but sometimes it
was nice just to do something normal. Normal. The boy was anything but
normal. If one looked at him one who see a small boy, young looking with a
very pretty face, thin, and with a cold look of aloofness and melancholy.
He looked younger than his sixteen years, due to a childhood of poverty,
abuse, and malnutrition. But that was not what was unnatural about him. He
was Nagi Naoe, youngest member of Swartz, and a very powerful telekinetic
who would not hesitate to crush a person beneath a car if tempted to.

That is if…

Nagi was not alone in this room filled with stars. Sitting comfortably
reading a newspaper was the leader of Swartz, Brad Crawford. Nagi did not
necessarily like the man, but he was the leader of Swartz, and no matter
what, Nagi would always be a part of Swartz.

Leaning over his shoulder was the orange-haired Schulrig. The mind reader
was enjoying himself at Nagi's expense, for the man knew that Nagi hated it
when people looked over his shoulder. Since there was a decrease in
people's emotions to torment, Schulrig had decided to satisfy his appetite
by feeding off of Nagi's irritation and discomfort.

As for Farefello, he was hanging upside down in a straight jacket in the
dark room for once again "making God suffer". This time it had been a young
woman who had not yet taken her vows to God.

One big happy family, thought Nagi sardonically.

Schulrig snorted in amusement, totally agreeing with Nagi and adding
telepathically, Heh, and you ain't the perfect little brother, brat.

Nagi agreed. He was insolent, bad-mouthed (not to Crawford who would have
non of it), skipped school, and when there, acted like a little punk.

Suddenly Crawford stiffened and very slowly placed the paper he was reading
down onto his lap. Nagi and Schulrig looked at him, watching as their
leader sat motionless, staring at nothing, for a few minutes. Then the
tension was gone and Crawford leaned back and took a breath.

"What did you see?" Demanded Nagi, too impatient to wait.

Crawford smirked slightly and looked to the two. "Life is going to become
a lot more interesting very shortly."

"Fun?" Asked Schulrig.

Crawford stood. "Plenty."

Nagi looked away, already uninterested. Fun meant messing around with
people, and Nagi did not find any fun in it. But Crawford was not finished;
"There is a gifted one that will be arriving here very shortly. He is young
and has many more gifts that can be put to use in Swartz."

Nagi turned immediately to face him his eyes wide in disbelief to what had
just been said. "Are you saying that you will have this person join
Swartz?!"

Crawford took off his glasses and cleaned them. "I am saying that he will
have no choice. His friends and him have some important information that we
can use, but unlike his friends who will perish after we are done with them,
we will protect and shelter him and welcome him into Swartz."

"What if he refuses to join?" Demanded Nagi, finding Crawford's optimism
irritating. "I really doubt he will join us after we have killed his
friends."

Crawford barked out a laugh or dark amusement, stood up, and started
heading toward the dark room where Farefello hung "Who said anything about
us killing anyone?" He then turned and looked over his shoulder, his eyes
gleaming in anticipation.

Schulrig hooted, having read Crawford's thoughts, exclaiming, "I can
already taste the honey!"

Nagi blinked at the orange-haired man, then turned back to Crawford who
grinned at the boy's confusion. He then whispered one word:

"WeiB."

Nagi froze, not watching as Crawford entered the dark room, or hearing
Schulrig start whistling. Instead he turned back to the computer and
thought to himself:

Yes, things were going to get interesting