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edenfalling,
"You're a ninja?"
The intruder gave a wide, obnoxious grin and nodded, totally ignoring the gun that Wufei was still pointing at his face. "Uh huh!!"
Wufei gave the grinning, bright-orange-clad kid who had just jumped out of the bushes a long, unconvinced look. "...As in... spy, assassin... discreet..."
"Yeah! Oh hey, there's a door in your statue-thing!"
Wufei resisted the urge to gape as the kid ran up Shenlong's leg. The hell did he stick to the metal? Maybe his shoes had suction cups -- and he was getting inside his Gundam! Gritting his teeth, Wufei grabbed the wire and tugged, zipping up to the cockpit.
The blond kid was sitting in the command chair, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the screens and buttons.
"Get. Out."
"What? I didn't touch anything! Hey, why's there a little sitting room up here? Are you taking up surveillance? It would be more discreet if your statue-thing wasn't like four buildings tall, you know."
"... That's classified," Wufei growled back, gritting his teeth, and fingered his gun again.
"You mean, you have to kill me now? Oh damn. I'm sorry."
Wufei paused in the middle of taking aim. "You're sorry I have to kill you?"
"Well, yeah." The blond grinned suddenly. "I know it really blows to fail a mission."
Arrogant little -- oof! Wufei was tackled onto the lowered cockpit door, too fast to follow. His reflexes took over -- he rolled, collar in hand, a perfectly timed two-legged kick -- and swore as the kid was thrown over the edge of the door. Far over. Fuck. He hadn't quite decided to kill him yet...
There was the sound of breaking branches underneath, and he crawled quickly to the edge, back smarting ...
... the orange-clad kid was swinging from a branch by his knees, a shower of leaves and broken wood raining on the forest floor. Under Wufei's eyes, he straightened up like a gymnast, waved, and then slid down the trunk as if it wasn't bark but ice, and wasn't utterly vertical to boot.
Swearing louder, Wufei knelt up, aimed -- and threw himself on his side as something metallic zinged overhead and thudded hard against the Gundanium. It skittered on the door, coming to a stop against Wufei's leg; he glanced back quickly then turned to the forest again, trying to pinpoint the one who had thrown that ...knife at him.
There -- red clothes? What the -- a girl, pink-dyed hair, how had he missed her? He shot, once, twice -- orange reflection on the metal! -- only narrowly managed to roll back inside his cockpit in time to avoid the main of the gust of fire roaring at him from the other side.
He came to a stop sprawled uncomfortably on the floor, half under his seat, and lost a few seconds slapping his shoulder and hair to put out the flames.
There was a little asshole standing, perfectly balanced, on top of one of the tallest trees, in plain sight. Wufei didn't know where he had hidden his flamethrower, or even if he used -- later! He'd think of that later. What he did know right now, was that his ponytail was smoldering, and his back was bruised, and his shoulder was already blistering.
And if they wanted to play with fire...
Smirking viciously, Wufei grabbed the controls, closed the cockpit, and flicked away the cap of Shenlong's flamethrower trigger.
+ + +
for Artimusdin,
"You make this seal, then this one, and then you say the name and concentrate your chakra! Easy. Come on, try it." Naruto grinned; he always loved to share his technique, and they had nothing better to do so long as Kakashi-sensei wasn't there yet.
"Well, that's good for my dexterity at least." Duo imitated him lazily, an amused smile on his lips.
"You're putting your fingers wrong."
Duo tried again, rolling his eyes.
"... Did I do it right?"
Naruto made a face, and leaned back in the grass, huffing. "Yeah, but you didn't put any chakra in it, so nothing happened."
"Yeah, well, I still don't get how you can control your... charkra-something."
"Cha-kra," Wufei snapped, and looked up from the sword he was sharpening. "Your chi."
"Still not ringing a bell, Fei. Hey, maybe I don't have it; didn't start training in martial arts from birth like you lot seem to."
Wufei growled. "So long as your heart beat, you have it; and you do know how to control it to a small extent."
"... I do?"
"He does?" The pink-haired girl straightened up from her seat, interested, and wilted briefly under Wufei's gaze before smiling valiantly at him. "Usually people have to start training early, or else they can never grasp it right... and if I am right, you -- Duo-san? -- you haven't had any formal training, right?"
"He's a thief. A spy."
"Yeah, and a damn good one, but I don't see what that's got to do with it."
"You never thought weird how rare it is for the enemy to look right at you when you don't want them to? How easily you pass for other people?"
"...huh. That's chi?"
"In its subconsciously manipulated form, yes."
"Neat. Tr--zero three is probably kickass as hell."
Wufei shrugged and turned away to take care of his sword again.
"Bah! I don't believe in chi anyway. No wonder it isn't working."
Wufei's back tensed up. Naruto opened his mouth, Duo waved at him to keep quiet, a devilish gleam in his eyes.
"Chi and chakra are the same thing, and you saw them use their... chakra."
"I saw them use their chakra, yeah," Duo drawled. "But I've never seen proof positive that all that chi business isn't a pile of new-age bullshit. And if they can use it and we can, looks like to me that what we've got ain't no chakra at all."
Wufei sheathed his sword slowly, deliberately, and stared at Duo with narrowed eyes.
"Oh, really."
"Yeah, really." Duo was leaning back on his hands, and seemed to be losing interest. "After all, you say I've got chi, and I can't make that jutsu-thing work at all. Not even a tingle." He shrugged, snorted. "Naruto says it's easy; like, this hand shape, and then this one, and yet nothing's happening."
"You don't channel your chi into it."
"Yeah well you said it's willpower, yeah? I willed it to work and it didn't. So, bullshit. We may have chi, but as it doesn't do jack shit, I'll keep waiting to see to believe, if that's alright with you." Duo yawned, and stretched on his side, his head in his palm. "Yeah, so far, chakra ten, chi zero."
Growling, Wufei shaped a seal, and then a second. And channeled his chi.
There was a puff of smoke, and he widened his stance, suddenly uncomfortably aware of blatant changes in the flow of his chi. He had never altered his internal energies that much; he wondered, a bit late, what that particular ninja art did.
"...well."
Duo seemed to be unable to breathe right.
"Well. I'll be... You're right. And I'm wrong. Naruto?" Duo grinned wide, and waved the smoke away. "You're right; he does make a surprisingly hot babe."
+ + +
come on, who didn't see the second one coming. U_U;;; *is previsible yes*
I shall not write more in this ...universe. You are free to play around with any ideas. XD
edenfalling, "You're a ninja?"
The intruder gave a wide, obnoxious grin and nodded, totally ignoring the gun that Wufei was still pointing at his face. "Uh huh!!"
Wufei gave the grinning, bright-orange-clad kid who had just jumped out of the bushes a long, unconvinced look. "...As in... spy, assassin... discreet..."
"Yeah! Oh hey, there's a door in your statue-thing!"
Wufei resisted the urge to gape as the kid ran up Shenlong's leg. The hell did he stick to the metal? Maybe his shoes had suction cups -- and he was getting inside his Gundam! Gritting his teeth, Wufei grabbed the wire and tugged, zipping up to the cockpit.
The blond kid was sitting in the command chair, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the screens and buttons.
"Get. Out."
"What? I didn't touch anything! Hey, why's there a little sitting room up here? Are you taking up surveillance? It would be more discreet if your statue-thing wasn't like four buildings tall, you know."
"... That's classified," Wufei growled back, gritting his teeth, and fingered his gun again.
"You mean, you have to kill me now? Oh damn. I'm sorry."
Wufei paused in the middle of taking aim. "You're sorry I have to kill you?"
"Well, yeah." The blond grinned suddenly. "I know it really blows to fail a mission."
Arrogant little -- oof! Wufei was tackled onto the lowered cockpit door, too fast to follow. His reflexes took over -- he rolled, collar in hand, a perfectly timed two-legged kick -- and swore as the kid was thrown over the edge of the door. Far over. Fuck. He hadn't quite decided to kill him yet...
There was the sound of breaking branches underneath, and he crawled quickly to the edge, back smarting ...
... the orange-clad kid was swinging from a branch by his knees, a shower of leaves and broken wood raining on the forest floor. Under Wufei's eyes, he straightened up like a gymnast, waved, and then slid down the trunk as if it wasn't bark but ice, and wasn't utterly vertical to boot.
Swearing louder, Wufei knelt up, aimed -- and threw himself on his side as something metallic zinged overhead and thudded hard against the Gundanium. It skittered on the door, coming to a stop against Wufei's leg; he glanced back quickly then turned to the forest again, trying to pinpoint the one who had thrown that ...knife at him.
There -- red clothes? What the -- a girl, pink-dyed hair, how had he missed her? He shot, once, twice -- orange reflection on the metal! -- only narrowly managed to roll back inside his cockpit in time to avoid the main of the gust of fire roaring at him from the other side.
He came to a stop sprawled uncomfortably on the floor, half under his seat, and lost a few seconds slapping his shoulder and hair to put out the flames.
There was a little asshole standing, perfectly balanced, on top of one of the tallest trees, in plain sight. Wufei didn't know where he had hidden his flamethrower, or even if he used -- later! He'd think of that later. What he did know right now, was that his ponytail was smoldering, and his back was bruised, and his shoulder was already blistering.
And if they wanted to play with fire...
Smirking viciously, Wufei grabbed the controls, closed the cockpit, and flicked away the cap of Shenlong's flamethrower trigger.
+ + +
for Artimusdin,
"You make this seal, then this one, and then you say the name and concentrate your chakra! Easy. Come on, try it." Naruto grinned; he always loved to share his technique, and they had nothing better to do so long as Kakashi-sensei wasn't there yet.
"Well, that's good for my dexterity at least." Duo imitated him lazily, an amused smile on his lips.
"You're putting your fingers wrong."
Duo tried again, rolling his eyes.
"... Did I do it right?"
Naruto made a face, and leaned back in the grass, huffing. "Yeah, but you didn't put any chakra in it, so nothing happened."
"Yeah, well, I still don't get how you can control your... charkra-something."
"Cha-kra," Wufei snapped, and looked up from the sword he was sharpening. "Your chi."
"Still not ringing a bell, Fei. Hey, maybe I don't have it; didn't start training in martial arts from birth like you lot seem to."
Wufei growled. "So long as your heart beat, you have it; and you do know how to control it to a small extent."
"... I do?"
"He does?" The pink-haired girl straightened up from her seat, interested, and wilted briefly under Wufei's gaze before smiling valiantly at him. "Usually people have to start training early, or else they can never grasp it right... and if I am right, you -- Duo-san? -- you haven't had any formal training, right?"
"He's a thief. A spy."
"Yeah, and a damn good one, but I don't see what that's got to do with it."
"You never thought weird how rare it is for the enemy to look right at you when you don't want them to? How easily you pass for other people?"
"...huh. That's chi?"
"In its subconsciously manipulated form, yes."
"Neat. Tr--zero three is probably kickass as hell."
Wufei shrugged and turned away to take care of his sword again.
"Bah! I don't believe in chi anyway. No wonder it isn't working."
Wufei's back tensed up. Naruto opened his mouth, Duo waved at him to keep quiet, a devilish gleam in his eyes.
"Chi and chakra are the same thing, and you saw them use their... chakra."
"I saw them use their chakra, yeah," Duo drawled. "But I've never seen proof positive that all that chi business isn't a pile of new-age bullshit. And if they can use it and we can, looks like to me that what we've got ain't no chakra at all."
Wufei sheathed his sword slowly, deliberately, and stared at Duo with narrowed eyes.
"Oh, really."
"Yeah, really." Duo was leaning back on his hands, and seemed to be losing interest. "After all, you say I've got chi, and I can't make that jutsu-thing work at all. Not even a tingle." He shrugged, snorted. "Naruto says it's easy; like, this hand shape, and then this one, and yet nothing's happening."
"You don't channel your chi into it."
"Yeah well you said it's willpower, yeah? I willed it to work and it didn't. So, bullshit. We may have chi, but as it doesn't do jack shit, I'll keep waiting to see to believe, if that's alright with you." Duo yawned, and stretched on his side, his head in his palm. "Yeah, so far, chakra ten, chi zero."
Growling, Wufei shaped a seal, and then a second. And channeled his chi.
There was a puff of smoke, and he widened his stance, suddenly uncomfortably aware of blatant changes in the flow of his chi. He had never altered his internal energies that much; he wondered, a bit late, what that particular ninja art did.
"...well."
Duo seemed to be unable to breathe right.
"Well. I'll be... You're right. And I'm wrong. Naruto?" Duo grinned wide, and waved the smoke away. "You're right; he does make a surprisingly hot babe."
+ + +
come on, who didn't see the second one coming. U_U;;; *is previsible yes*
I shall not write more in this ...universe. You are free to play around with any ideas. XD
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DUO. SEXY NO JUTSU WUFEI. ♥