Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and Yuu Yuu Hakusho do not
belong to me; I'm only borrowing their respective
characters for a short amount of time. No profit is
being made; this is for entertainment purposes only.
If you're not allowed to view adult material in your
area, discontinue reading now.
Warnings: Crossover, OOC, AU, Shounen Ai/Yaoi,
Language, Violence, Minor Angst, Lime, Lemon.
Pairings: K+H, 1+2, 3+4, 3X4/4X3, 5+S, K+2/2+K,
KX2/2XK, 1X2
Rating: R *overall fic*
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Whispers from the Soul
Prologue
"Are you sure about this? What about Hiei?" Botan
asked, concerned for her long time friend. He had
looked so broken two weeks prior; with his lover's
decision to separate. She knew it killed Kurama; his
heart took a fatal blow on that day.
"I have to go." He replied, voice devoid of emotion.
"Why?"
"I can hear it in my heart, Botan; someone is
calling out for me."
She stopped, detecting a hint of desperation in his
voice. Kurama needed this, for his own sanity. He
needed to go and find the human that needed him as
much as the youko needed that person.
`Bound together by broken hearts?' She thought to
herself.
"I wish you luck."
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Duo stood in front of his Gundam, sweat running down
his face. He looked up at the towering machine,
noting the external damage from the mission. The
American sighed, wistfully. There was an abandoned
cabin about a mile away that would serve as a
temporary safe house. He hated being alone, Duo had
too much time to think and brood over his emotions
when alone.
"This sucks." The braided boy muttered while walking
towards the cabin, his mind drifting back to his
growing crush. Before he could even form a metal
image of the exotic youth, Duo snapped himself out of
the haze. It would do no good to want something he
could never have; long ago he had accepted his fate,
to be alone for the remainder of his life. Not even
falling helplessly in love would change that fact.
"Is this the price I pay for becoming death; for
protecting the colonies?"
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Cerulean-blue eyes stared at the setting sun; the Wing
pilot sat on the open hatch of his Gundam. Heero was
lost in thought; he was torn between duty and
unfamiliar feelings. His controller had sent orders
for him to break the Deathscythe pilot; not physically
but mentally and emotionally.
It was a mission, so why was he having such a hard
time accepting it. Just another order for him to
blindly follow; this was his chance to finally rid
himself of the bothersome American.
"Nimu…"
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