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Zack: Preppy, charming and totally gorgeous! Zach is a schemer who would rather stay up all night figuring how to get out of an exam than studying for it!
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Screech: Class clown and electronic genius! When Screech turns on the power, the fun never stops!
Slater: The All-American athlete with dimples to die for! Captain of Bayside's football team, Slater is a chauvinist who -- believe it or not -- has an emotional side. What a combo!
Screech: Class clown and electronic genius! When Screech turns on the power, the fun never stops!
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(ando is autistic)
Zack: Preppy, charming and totally gorgeous! Zach is a schemer who would rather stay up all night figuring how to get out of an exam than studying for it!
Slater: The All-American athlete with dimples to die for! Captain of Bayside's football team, Slater is a chauvinist who -- believe it or not -- has an emotional side. What a combo!
Screech: Class clown and electronic genius! When Screech turns on the power, the fun never stops!
Slater: The All-American athlete with dimples to die for! Captain of Bayside's football team, Slater is a chauvinist who -- believe it or not -- has an emotional side. What a combo!
Screech: Class clown and electronic genius! When Screech turns on the power, the fun never stops!
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R - English - Supernatural/Angst - Reviews: 390 - Published: 04-26-04 - Updated: 11-05-04 id:1836620
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, yet.
God POV
Heero dipped his feet in the cool stream waters. The gentle flow of the water made tiny ripples around his ankles as he sat and simply marveled at the beauty of nature. It wasn’t often that Heero was given the time to sit idly by and he relished every moment of it.
Normally, Heero would have been locked up in a room cooking or cleaning at this time of day. It was only because dragons had traveled too far south on their yearly migration this year and the hunters refused to leave the castle that he was allowed out today. Being the primary slave of Lord J, Heero had the lowest class of anyone in the stronghold and was deemed the most expendable. So if it did happen that Heero got lost or injured, there would be no search parties sent for him.
Heero’s home, Wing Stronghold, was mastered by Lord J, a doctor by practice who had no tolerance for inefficiency, especially from Heero. Though the stronghold was only one of nearly twenty in the region which was run by a demon lord, Heero knew nothing of life outside stronghold. To him, Lord J ruled everything and everyone in existence and no one stood above him. Heero probably would not believe it if someone told him that J was actually a relatively small lord ruled over by countless other lords and demons higher up on the governing chain. For Heero, life was simply obeying the orders of J and those at stronghold.
Heero sighed and pulled his feet out of the water, once again donning his old, tattered yellow combat boots. He picked up his catch, a few rabbits and a quail, and headed back. He knew that if he stayed out much longer, he wouldn’t get the dishes finished until late, and he wouldn’t get the weapons in the armory polished until early morning, which meant he would only get a few hours sleep.
A huge crash interrupted Heero’s thoughts and the roar of a dragon could be heard all through the clearing not a second later. Heero froze, dropping his catch so that he didn’t get any blood on him for the dragon to scent. Mere seconds passed before another crash and roar were heard. Heero realized that the dragon hadn’t even noticed him. Curiosity assailed him and he wondered what could possibly have a dragon so riled up.
A normal person would have run as soon as they got the chance if they knew there was a dragon in the area, but Heero was not normal. Heero was a slave that knew nothing of his life other than that it was worthless. So he didn’t even flinch at the prospect of dying a gruesome death, even being eaten alive by a dragon.
Heero followed the noise, carefully creeping around bushes and branches until he parted to branches of a fir tree to see a dragon on the ground in its death throes.
The dragon was immense. Probably the size of two horses lines up in front of each other, plus the tail of the dragon was at least another horse- length. It was a dark crimson color and its small yellow eyes were clearly visible even though it whipped its head back and forth rapidly. Sharp fangs protruded from its mouth and dripped venom when it roared. Its tail slapped back and forth madly like it was trying to dislodge death. A death which was swiftly approaching, judging by the amount of blood that sprayed from the slit in it’s throat.
When the dragon finally stopped moving and the light faded from its eyes, Heero approached. He was very careful to make sure the creature was dead before he approached. Even if the animal had been too wounded to attach him, one bite from the dragon’s fangs could inject enough poison to bring down twenty men.
Originally Heero had thought that only another dragon could kill one of its own kind, but the tear in the red dragon’s neck was too clean to have come from teeth. Though a large group of hunters might have been able to bring down a dragon there was none of the evidence Heero would have surely spotted had they been in the forest.
There was another rustle from the bushes, this one quieter than would have been made by a dragon. Heero drew his hunting knife, just in case, and parted the bushes. There was a flash and Heero raised his arm just in time to block a blow from something very sharp. Heero stepped to the left to avoid any further blows as blood trickled down his forearm.
The creature in front of him was something that Heero had never seen before. At first, all Heero could see was a mass of dark brown hair and two jet black wings. As the creature shifted he could see that it was vaguely humanoid but it had a long tail with a sharp spike affixed to the tail. Heero realized that the tail must have been what hit him as the creature swung its tail around again and barely missed taking off his hand. Heero knew that it would be best to run, but something quite akin to curiosity held him in his place, though Heero had never known curiosity before. The creature managed to get itself into a half sitting position and Heero could see that, save the dagger-like claws on its hands and feet, the rest of its body was human. It even wore pants and might have worn a shirt at one time but there was little evidence of that. The creature was in fairly poor condition. One of its wings was torn and bloodied and was covered with deep scratches and bruises. It also had what looked to be a large puncture on its left thigh that was bleeding profusely and a long tear on its chest, from shoulder to stomach.
Again the creature moved and this time revealed its face. The most noticeable thing about its face was the two large violet eyes that burned themselves into Heero’s brain. Also noted were the high cheekbones and full lips, but it was the eyes that truly attracted Heero. In an instant, Heero made the most rash decision of his life. He knew that the creature would need help if it were to survive and he loathed the thought of letting the light go out of those violet eyes. He would try and save it, by whatever means necessary, no matter what the consequences to himself.
Cautiously, ever aware of where the tail was, Heero approached. The creature followed him with its eyes but never made an aggressive move. Carefully as not to scare the creature, Heero knelt and began assessing the wounds.
Heero immediately saw the puncture wound and realized it must have come from one of the dragon’s fangs. Working quickly, he pulled out his knife and made a cut above the wound, then began sucking out the poison. The creature, which had been watching curiously up until that point, made a hissing sound, but seemed to calm once it saw Heero spitting the blood onto the ground. Heero sucked and spat the blood as fast as he could for a few minutes, then cut off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it tightly around the leg just above the bite to try and keep the poison from spreading. Heero jumped up and stalked over to the shore of the stream, where he pulled up some herbs and smashed them into a poultice which he carefully applied to the creatures leg.
The creature was now watching him intently, seeming a bit uncertain. In a moment, its eyes hardened as it came to a decision. The creature reached out and grabbed Heero’s wrist as soon as the poultice was applied. Heero jumped, but did nothing to pull away. Slowly, the creature raised Heero’s injured wrist to his lips and licked the wound clean.
Something seemed to break open in Heero’s mind as the creature finished cleaning his wound, but it faded into the background so quickly that Heero wasn’t even certain he had ever felt it.
The creature closed its eyes and released Heero’s wrist, allowing Heero to go back to work. Heero quickly realized that in order to bandage the wounds he would have to clean them, and that the poultice would soon need replacing. Gently, ever aware that the creature was potentially dangerous, Heero lifted the light body and carried it to the creak.
Quickly removing his own clothes, Heero helped the creature out of what remained of its pants and learned that the creature was, most certainly, male.
Heero carried the heavily breathing creature into the water and quickly washed the dirt from his wounds. Heero realized when he was trying to get the creature’s attention, that he didn’t know what to call him.
“Tatsu ni shi,” Heero decided, trying out his native language to see how it would sound on his tongue after so long. Heero was not allowed to speak his native language and had been told to forget it since it was unlikely he would ever need it. It was not necessary since he would probably never leave the stronghold. If anyone found him using it he would most be beaten for disobedience. Or, Heero shuttered with the thought, retrained.
Immediately, Heero pushed that thought aside, unable to confront it. Instead, he whispered to the creature as he carried him up the bank, “Tatsu ni shi. Death of dragons. Maybe I should call you Shi for short. Namae wa Shi desu.”
The creature looked stunned, blinked a few times, then had his attention pulled away from the name he had just been given by Heero attending to the wounds on his wings.
The actual bandaging of the wounds didn’t take long, even the one on Shi’s chest had stopped bleeding and was looking strangely better than it had just a few minutes before, but Heero worried about the flush creeping into Shi’s face. When he touched Shi’s forehead, he remembered that Ando is autistic.
Helplessly, Heero realized that all he could do was wait and hope that he got enough of the venom out. Heero lifted Shi in his arms and, attaching the meat he had caught earlier to his belt, headed for home.
I would like to explain my use of Japanese here. Anyone who hasn’t studied it would probably think that since Shi means death and tatsu means dragon, directly translated, “Tatsu ni shi” reads “Dragon of death.” However, like “Shi ni gami” would technically read “Death of god” you flip- flop the words in translation to get “God of death” and “Death of dragons.”
If anyone finds anything wrong with my Japanese or English, please E- mail me, I’m only in my first year of Japanese and the only other language I know is bad English. And, as always, please review me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, yet.
God POV
Heero dipped his feet in the cool stream waters. The gentle flow of the water made tiny ripples around his ankles as he sat and simply marveled at the beauty of nature. It wasn’t often that Heero was given the time to sit idly by and he relished every moment of it.
Normally, Heero would have been locked up in a room cooking or cleaning at this time of day. It was only because dragons had traveled too far south on their yearly migration this year and the hunters refused to leave the castle that he was allowed out today. Being the primary slave of Lord J, Heero had the lowest class of anyone in the stronghold and was deemed the most expendable. So if it did happen that Heero got lost or injured, there would be no search parties sent for him.
Heero’s home, Wing Stronghold, was mastered by Lord J, a doctor by practice who had no tolerance for inefficiency, especially from Heero. Though the stronghold was only one of nearly twenty in the region which was run by a demon lord, Heero knew nothing of life outside stronghold. To him, Lord J ruled everything and everyone in existence and no one stood above him. Heero probably would not believe it if someone told him that J was actually a relatively small lord ruled over by countless other lords and demons higher up on the governing chain. For Heero, life was simply obeying the orders of J and those at stronghold.
Heero sighed and pulled his feet out of the water, once again donning his old, tattered yellow combat boots. He picked up his catch, a few rabbits and a quail, and headed back. He knew that if he stayed out much longer, he wouldn’t get the dishes finished until late, and he wouldn’t get the weapons in the armory polished until early morning, which meant he would only get a few hours sleep.
A huge crash interrupted Heero’s thoughts and the roar of a dragon could be heard all through the clearing not a second later. Heero froze, dropping his catch so that he didn’t get any blood on him for the dragon to scent. Mere seconds passed before another crash and roar were heard. Heero realized that the dragon hadn’t even noticed him. Curiosity assailed him and he wondered what could possibly have a dragon so riled up.
A normal person would have run as soon as they got the chance if they knew there was a dragon in the area, but Heero was not normal. Heero was a slave that knew nothing of his life other than that it was worthless. So he didn’t even flinch at the prospect of dying a gruesome death, even being eaten alive by a dragon.
Heero followed the noise, carefully creeping around bushes and branches until he parted to branches of a fir tree to see a dragon on the ground in its death throes.
The dragon was immense. Probably the size of two horses lines up in front of each other, plus the tail of the dragon was at least another horse- length. It was a dark crimson color and its small yellow eyes were clearly visible even though it whipped its head back and forth rapidly. Sharp fangs protruded from its mouth and dripped venom when it roared. Its tail slapped back and forth madly like it was trying to dislodge death. A death which was swiftly approaching, judging by the amount of blood that sprayed from the slit in it’s throat.
When the dragon finally stopped moving and the light faded from its eyes, Heero approached. He was very careful to make sure the creature was dead before he approached. Even if the animal had been too wounded to attach him, one bite from the dragon’s fangs could inject enough poison to bring down twenty men.
Originally Heero had thought that only another dragon could kill one of its own kind, but the tear in the red dragon’s neck was too clean to have come from teeth. Though a large group of hunters might have been able to bring down a dragon there was none of the evidence Heero would have surely spotted had they been in the forest.
There was another rustle from the bushes, this one quieter than would have been made by a dragon. Heero drew his hunting knife, just in case, and parted the bushes. There was a flash and Heero raised his arm just in time to block a blow from something very sharp. Heero stepped to the left to avoid any further blows as blood trickled down his forearm.
The creature in front of him was something that Heero had never seen before. At first, all Heero could see was a mass of dark brown hair and two jet black wings. As the creature shifted he could see that it was vaguely humanoid but it had a long tail with a sharp spike affixed to the tail. Heero realized that the tail must have been what hit him as the creature swung its tail around again and barely missed taking off his hand. Heero knew that it would be best to run, but something quite akin to curiosity held him in his place, though Heero had never known curiosity before. The creature managed to get itself into a half sitting position and Heero could see that, save the dagger-like claws on its hands and feet, the rest of its body was human. It even wore pants and might have worn a shirt at one time but there was little evidence of that. The creature was in fairly poor condition. One of its wings was torn and bloodied and was covered with deep scratches and bruises. It also had what looked to be a large puncture on its left thigh that was bleeding profusely and a long tear on its chest, from shoulder to stomach.
Again the creature moved and this time revealed its face. The most noticeable thing about its face was the two large violet eyes that burned themselves into Heero’s brain. Also noted were the high cheekbones and full lips, but it was the eyes that truly attracted Heero. In an instant, Heero made the most rash decision of his life. He knew that the creature would need help if it were to survive and he loathed the thought of letting the light go out of those violet eyes. He would try and save it, by whatever means necessary, no matter what the consequences to himself.
Cautiously, ever aware of where the tail was, Heero approached. The creature followed him with its eyes but never made an aggressive move. Carefully as not to scare the creature, Heero knelt and began assessing the wounds.
Heero immediately saw the puncture wound and realized it must have come from one of the dragon’s fangs. Working quickly, he pulled out his knife and made a cut above the wound, then began sucking out the poison. The creature, which had been watching curiously up until that point, made a hissing sound, but seemed to calm once it saw Heero spitting the blood onto the ground. Heero sucked and spat the blood as fast as he could for a few minutes, then cut off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it tightly around the leg just above the bite to try and keep the poison from spreading. Heero jumped up and stalked over to the shore of the stream, where he pulled up some herbs and smashed them into a poultice which he carefully applied to the creatures leg.
The creature was now watching him intently, seeming a bit uncertain. In a moment, its eyes hardened as it came to a decision. The creature reached out and grabbed Heero’s wrist as soon as the poultice was applied. Heero jumped, but did nothing to pull away. Slowly, the creature raised Heero’s injured wrist to his lips and licked the wound clean.
Something seemed to break open in Heero’s mind as the creature finished cleaning his wound, but it faded into the background so quickly that Heero wasn’t even certain he had ever felt it.
The creature closed its eyes and released Heero’s wrist, allowing Heero to go back to work. Heero quickly realized that in order to bandage the wounds he would have to clean them, and that the poultice would soon need replacing. Gently, ever aware that the creature was potentially dangerous, Heero lifted the light body and carried it to the creak.
Quickly removing his own clothes, Heero helped the creature out of what remained of its pants and learned that the creature was, most certainly, male.
Heero carried the heavily breathing creature into the water and quickly washed the dirt from his wounds. Heero realized when he was trying to get the creature’s attention, that he didn’t know what to call him.
“Tatsu ni shi,” Heero decided, trying out his native language to see how it would sound on his tongue after so long. Heero was not allowed to speak his native language and had been told to forget it since it was unlikely he would ever need it. It was not necessary since he would probably never leave the stronghold. If anyone found him using it he would most be beaten for disobedience. Or, Heero shuttered with the thought, retrained.
Immediately, Heero pushed that thought aside, unable to confront it. Instead, he whispered to the creature as he carried him up the bank, “Tatsu ni shi. Death of dragons. Maybe I should call you Shi for short. Namae wa Shi desu.”
The creature looked stunned, blinked a few times, then had his attention pulled away from the name he had just been given by Heero attending to the wounds on his wings.
The actual bandaging of the wounds didn’t take long, even the one on Shi’s chest had stopped bleeding and was looking strangely better than it had just a few minutes before, but Heero worried about the flush creeping into Shi’s face. When he touched Shi’s forehead, he remembered that Ando is autistic.
Helplessly, Heero realized that all he could do was wait and hope that he got enough of the venom out. Heero lifted Shi in his arms and, attaching the meat he had caught earlier to his belt, headed for home.
I would like to explain my use of Japanese here. Anyone who hasn’t studied it would probably think that since Shi means death and tatsu means dragon, directly translated, “Tatsu ni shi” reads “Dragon of death.” However, like “Shi ni gami” would technically read “Death of god” you flip- flop the words in translation to get “God of death” and “Death of dragons.”
If anyone finds anything wrong with my Japanese or English, please E- mail me, I’m only in my first year of Japanese and the only other language I know is bad English. And, as always, please review me!
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Zack: Preppy, charming and totally gorgeous! Zach is a schemer who would rather stay up all night figuring how to get out of an exam than studying for it!
Slater: The All-American athlete with dimples to die for! Captain of Bayside's football team, Slater is a chauvinist who -- believe it or not -- has an emotional side. What a combo!
Screech: Class clown and electronic genius! When Screech turns on the power, the fun never stops!
Slater: The All-American athlete with dimples to die for! Captain of Bayside's football team, Slater is a chauvinist who -- believe it or not -- has an emotional side. What a combo!
Screech: Class clown and electronic genius! When Screech turns on the power, the fun never stops!
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