No warnings! ^_____^ This is an alternate universe fic, the first in a series the length of which I don't know yet. It is definitely a 1x2 and 3x4, but there is a hint of 5x2 which may or may not happen in the future. This was inspired by the X-men, but it is not a cross- over. I don't see any extreme angst or violence in the future for those who don't like angst. In fact, I definitely plan to have at least one fluff fic included in this series. Hopefully it will be a sweet 1+2, maybe a 1x2. This is an epic, and it's just begun. ^__^

G-men 1: United We Stand

//So much fun. They don't have a care in the world. And why should they? They're human. Normal. They aren't hated simply for what they are. I wish I was as evil as they all think I am. Then I could simply kill them. Make them as miserable as I am. Instead I torture myself. Watching their pleasure at simply being normal. Doing things I haven't been able to do for years. To busy hiding. But that's what I'm good at. They say my kind are death, then I am the God of Death. I am Shinigami and I can kill them at any time.//

None of the boys looked up from their basketball game as a solitary figure slowly stood up and walked away. The fact that he was invisible might have had something to do with it.

* * *

//He has to be kidding. How am I supposed to find someone OZ has been looking for for three years, especially when he's invisible!? But I have *never* failed a mission, let-alone refused one.// "How am I going to find him?"

The doctor looked at him through his prosthetic eyes, a small smirk playing over his lips. "OZ is an organization full of idiots. They have been trying to kill all mutants for so long that they refuse to use them. A good thing for us, because we have no such problem. I have received notice of a remarkable boy whose psychic powers are unparalleled. If you can get to him, I know he'd help. The only problem is his followers. They are very devoted to his safety, so you'll have to sneak past them. Once you get within his open range, he'll sense your reason for coming."

"If his range is so small, how is he going to be able to find the other one?"

"It isn't small, just unfocused. When he focuses on a person he can find them at any distance. When he is not using his power, there is a small range in which he senses people."

"If he can read my motives, then why would he help me? I assumed you wanted me to kill this person."

"Not at all, Heero, we want him to join us. The psychic as well. We have to gather a small, elite team in order to destroy OZ once and for all. Before there are no mutants left."

"Mission accepted."

* * *

A small boy sat in a large, plush-back chair, eyes wide as they stared at the monitor before them. A small cup of tea sat forgotten on the desk, the boy's entire attention focused on the images flashing on the screen. The monitor displayed the narrow, underground passages of the base, and right now they were aglow with explosions. A lone figure, clad in pale jeans and a tank-top was quickly making its way through lines of troops. Dodging the bullets with inhuman speed, and barely flinching as bombs went off, shrapnel slicing his flesh to leave streams of blood behind. The boy threw off these injuries, not slowing in his progress through the base.

//He's not even defending himself. My God, he's not even armed!// The blonde boy slowly leaned forward, a hand going to his pale temple in more of a reflex action than actual necessity as he probed for the boy. Finally, his brows knotted as he searched that cold mind. Not finding the evil intentions he'd expected.

"Rashib!" he cried into the headphones on the desk, "Stop your attack. I repeat, stop your attack!"

"But Master Quatre! He's unbelievably strong, he could be masking his thoughts."

"No! He's broadcasting them as hard as he can. He needs to see me, that's why he's not fighting back! He doesn't want anybody to get hurt. Stop your attack," the pale boy's sea-green eyes narrowed suddenly, "That is an order, Rashib."

"Yes."

The image on the screen became dull with a suddenness that was uncany as the order was issued. The boy stopped running abruptly, as Rashib moved toward him, hand raised. Although Quatre could not hear what he said, he could see the boy nod at the tall man's words, following as he led him down the corridors past the angry Maguanac soldiers who knew enough to realize that they hadn't done a very good job protecting their charge and friend, or their base.

* * *

Heero's eyes narrowed as he assessed the short boy in front of him. Short, pale blond hair covered his head, a few thick strands falling into his eyes. His expression was friendly and open as he extended his hand to Heero.

"My name is Quatre, I'm sorry you were hurt so badly."

Ignoring the hand, Heero crossed his blood-covered arms and scowled. "I heal very fast. I'm not injured anymore. Besides, it's good practice to be careful who you let into your base. Your security would have been able to stop a regular person."

"Yes," Quatre lowered his hand, a light blush staining his cheeks, as he gestured to a chair at the small table near them. "Please sit." Not waiting to see if the other boy would follow, Quatre sat at one of the chairs and poured himself a cup of tea. Looking up, he saw the boy pull back the other chair and sit down across from him. "Would you like some tea? I'm not stalling, but it would be rude of me to drink in front of you without offering you some sort of refreshment."

Heero raised an eyebrow, trying to determine whether or not Quatre was being sarcastic, but decided against it. //He's far too...smart...to be angering me. By now he has to know my strength.// "Actually, I would like coffee, if you have any."

"Of course," Quatre said, relieved, gesturing to a servant who brought a pot over and, setting it on the table, exited the room quietly. Waiting until the other boy had taken a sip of his coffee, Quatre leaned forward and stared intently at him. He was not reading his mind, that was intrusive, but he was searching his expression. "Do you really think I could be of some help to you?"

"I don't know. I simply follow the orders of my associate. If he says we need you, then I'll work with you. I do, however, think you can help me find..."

"You don't know his name? I have to have something to go on in order to locate a person."

"Would you be willing to leave this place and go somewhere with me? Without the guards? I can guarantee your safety."

Quatre's eyes widened, but not in fear, rather in excitement. "I'm not physically powerful besides some simple self-defense moves. Wouldn't I get in your way?"

Heero nodded, "Probably, but if I take you to a place that he lived in, you'd have a better chance of finding him, right?"

"Yeah, especially if it is a place of importance to him, but where?"

"You'll find out when we get there. I don't want your followers trying to go after us. They'd attract too much attention. If you go, protecting you will be part of my mission. I never fail a mission."

* * *

A black-haired boy stood at the edge of a tall cliff, arms raised over his thrown back head, wind rushing through his loose hair. Dark clouds congregated over his head, rumbling threateningly as they collided and churned. The loud rumble of an aircraft lifting off, reached him through the sound of the gathering storm. Black eyes snapped open, latching on to the craft and he abruptly brought a hand down to point at the center of the plane. With a vicious crack, lightening blazed across the sky, striking the plane which abruptly burst into flames. The crash as it landed was anticlimactic as the storm disappeared as quickly as it had come, the dark boy with it.

* * *

//I don't know why I wait until night to attack. It's not like they could see me anyway. I guess I'm just more comfortable in the dark. I wonder if I can even turn visible anymore. It's been two years since I tried last. I don't actually have to see myself. I can tell if I'm hurt, if I'm dirty, there is no reason to become visible. Besides, it took too long to remain invisible for long periods at a time. If I started flashing in and out again, I might not be able to control myself. Aw, who cares anyway. I can kill better this way. Loneliness is just a fact of life. Everyone who sees me dies. Now they can die too.//

The soldier sitting at the control panel never even turned as a hand moved in front of his neck, a sharp invisible blade cutting the skin and cartilage, spilling blood down his front. He made a gasping choke and slipped out of his seat. The other man in the room leapt to his feet, eyes staring in shock at the fallen man. He took a step towards him, then his neck was slit as well. His last thought as he slipped forward was that he could have sworn he felt an arm as he flailed his way to the ground.

//This is almost too easy, but they didn't show the Father any mercy. I won't show any to them.//

* * *

//Why is he leaving the saftey of his base? If I hadn't gotten back from my last attack, I'd have found him gone.// Green eyes narrowed as they watched the pale blonde slide into the passenger seat of a nondescript car. A brown haired boy sat behind the wheel, scowling. //Who is that? Where is he taking him? I feel calm near him, I can't let him go. I wouldn't be able to control my fury.//

The car moved down the road, near a forest. If either of the occupants had looked over, they might have seen glimpses of a dark figure moving through the air. Keeping pace with the car, skimming the top of the trees. Green eyes narrowed with concentration, as he hid himself from the gentle yet powerful mind inside the car.

//I won't be left behind. I won't let him go.//

* * *

//I love the woods, but it's too damn cold out here. I should have stollen a thicker coat. If I have to camp in the woods, the least I can do is pick a warmer climate. Too bad there aren't any buildings near here. For that matter, I could have stollen a car.//

An abrupt bout of laughter broke the stillness.

//I can just see people's faces if a car suddenly started to drive itself. Man, that'd be great, but it would draw too much notice. I wonder how long it will be before they stop posting my picture all over the planet. Someday...someday I'll be able to show myself again. Or I'll die. Either way, this sort of life won't last forever. I might as well find some place to set up camp. Hopefully, there's a place with enough cover that I can throw a tent. The last time I tried that, some stupid kids came by and stole it. Damn, I couldn't even protest or they'd know I was there. But it's too damn cold to go without one tonight. Oh well, it's worth the risk.//

* * *

//Kissama! This is rediculous. I can call a hurricane to do my bidding but I can't even start a fire. I shouldn't have come so deep into the forest. Any fire I started *here* would be so large the entire forest would be destroyed.// The boy brushed a hand through his shoulder-length black hair, pushing it out of his face as he trudged through the underbrush. //At least I can keep it from snowing. As long as I keep moving, I can stay warm. I should have slept this morning. By the time the sun comes up I'll have to find a hole to crawl into for a couple of hours. I am so tired.//

Suddenly he stopped, head lifted so he could smell the air. //Is that...I though one only saw mirages in the desert. Who ever heard of *smelling* a mirage...that means...there is a fire nearby. I can't very well kill some innocent hunter, but maybe I can convince him I'm lost or something.//

Determination written on his face, he followed the smoke. Sure enough, he came to the edge of a small bluff. Looking down, he saw a small tent set up beside a small but *very* warm looking fire. //Better not sneak up on a hunter, who knows if he can shoot straight, but I don't want to be mistaken for an animal.//

"Hey down there! Can I share your fire? I'm unarmed."

There was no answer, in fact, he couldn't see anyone. Frowning, he made his way down the cliff, stopping directly in front of the fire. The flap of the tent was open, allowing heat to enter, but there was no one inside the tent. Looking around, he circled the fire, crouching at the opening of the tent. //He might come back. But surely he wouldn't mind my just sitting here until then.// Having convinced himself, the boy reached a hand inside the tent.

And encountered a shoulder.

//What the hell?!//

There was an abrupt shuffling, dark eyes widening as they stared into the seemingly empty tent. For a moment, he was frozen in shock, then he slowly extended a hand. The sound of sudden movement came again, and he saw the back of the tent move slightly as if something was pressed against it.

"Kissama..." the black-eyed boy whispered in awe. "What are you? Are you...Are you a...mutant?"

Suddenly he felt strong hands shoving him. Caught off guard, he fell to the ground outside the tent, eyes following the sounds of running steps. He saw fallen leaves move on the ground as the footfalls entered the forest, then the sounds ceased.

//My God...a mutant with such a power...// The boy stood quickly. //United...we would be a mighty force.// Staring at the dark sky, the boy's hands curled into fists. Clouds began to gather rapidly, moved by his urgency. Suddenly snow flakes began to fall, then they became a sheet of white, covering the area. Frowning with concentration, he enlarged the storm so it fell on an increasingly larger diameter around the place where he stood. When two inches of snow covered the ground, he stopped the storm. //You can't hide now.//

Moving through the woods, he searched by the light of brief flashes of lightening until he spotted the footprints he'd been looking for. //He's still running. I'll have to be quick or he'll find a place where his prints aren't visible.// Smiling, the boy took off after the prints. //Well, I can always make it snow again. At least I'm staying warm this way.//

* * *

//Shit! What do I do?! I can't believe this is happening. I can't keep running like this. Every step I take is outlined in this damned snow. He must be some sort of elemental, or my luck has simply run out. Either way, my best chance is to find some sort of hiding spot out of this snow.// The boy suddenly leapt upwards, grabbing a tree branch, and scrambling onto it.

Almost slipping on the snow and ice covering it, he leapt onto a branch in a different tree. Painstakingly slowly, he made his way towards the nearest cliff. Searching.

//There!//

* * *

"It's so...horrible..."

Heero watched the small blonde as he sat in the midst of the rubble that was once a church. The boy was shaking as he probed the history of the place, looking for a boy who'd once lived there.

"I...his name...his name is Duo. He couldn't control his power and OZ found out about it. They...they murdered everyone trying to get him." The boy opened pain-filled eyes, lifting them to meet Heero's. "He's been running ever since, but...he's been killing too."

"Who?" //Not that it matters, but if he has an uncontrolled blood- lust, then it is better to be warned.// Heero waited impatiently.

"OZ. Just OZ."

"Fine. Can you find him?"

"I...I'll try." The boy reached hands to rub his temples as he concentrated. He was silent for a long time, then he stood abruptly, eyes shining. "He's in trouble."

"Where is he?"

"He's hiding in a cave, in a forest, and someone is stalking him. Someone who can control the weather. An elemental. We have to hurry, he can't hide there forever. He doesn't have any supplies. He'll freeze to death."

"If he isn't found first." Heero's eyes narrowed. //If he dies, then my mission will have failed. That can't happen.// "Where is this forest? Do you know?"

"I can lead you to it, but I don't know the name of the area."

"Fine. If we can find him, can you calm him down enough for us to approach, or do we need a tranquilizer?"

"If he's asleep I can keep him like that until we can get him to a secure place. Will that do?"

"Yes. We just have to get to him first."

* * *

//This is too dangerous for him. I understand why he was asked, but he should *not* be going to find the boy. He could get hurt. No. I won't let him get hurt.//

* * *

//Surely he can't fly...then where did he go?// Holding his coat around him, the black-haired boy looked from the last set of prints to the unmarked snow around them. Then he looked up. //Clever, but you should have realized I'd notice that the limb is not covered with snow.// Back on track, the boy continued to follow the marks of passage.

* * *

//I have to be careful. I can't risk letting them see me, but how can I protect him from this distance? And where is the elemental? With snow covering the ground like this it should be easy to find a person. Unless they are like me and don't have to touch ground...//

* * *

//Kissama! Who are *they*?! I'm sure the mutant is around here somewhere, but with them as a distraction, I could lose him. Unless...Unless they're after him too. But how could they know he was here?//

* * *

"Stay very close to me, Quatre," Heero whispered as he and the blonde moved through the quiet forest. "I don't see anybody, but I can feel eyes watching us."

"The tracker," Quatre whispered back, leading the dark-haired Japanese boy. "I know he's near, but when I try to pinpoint him, all I get is an image of snow."

"Doesn't matter. Is he asleep?"

"Yes. A little closer, and I can keep him asleep."

"Good. Concentrate on that. I'll watch for our watcher."

* * *

Black eyes followed the two boys as they moved in a straight path, headed toward the large bluffs in the distance. //They aren't following any tracks at all. If they *are* looking for him, then how can they know where he is?// An unspoken thought resulted in the cold wind picking up until any sound of his movements was hidden as he followed the pair.

* * *

//Found him. But..he hasn't actually done anything yet. I can't kill him for no reason. I'll wait.// Green eyes looked in the direction the blonde boy had went. //I'll protect you. You...and my sanity.//

* * *

"It's alright, Heero. We can speak. He won't wake up." Blue-green eyes searched the dark cave before meeting the Japanese boy's narrow cobalt-blue eyes.

"Is he here?" At the small boy's nod, he frowned. "Can you make him become visible? It would make things easier."

"I...I *can* but...Heero. He has been invisible for at least two years. It would be...intrusive."

"Forget your compassion. We have no time for it. You can appologize to him later, after we get past that tracker."

Downcast, Quatre nodded, then frowned in concentration. Color suddenly flashed in the corner, but only for a second.

"Is that him?" Heero took a step towards the corner, but stopped, looking back at Quatre. "Can't you do it?"

"I did. He's trying, very hard. But...it may have been too long. One of his fears is that he can no longer *become* visible. Those fears are inhibiting him. I...I'm having trouble convincing him."

"I thought he was asleep."

"Oh. He is, but his unconscious mind is awake."

"Then stop trying to convince him. Make it an order. A command. You *can* do that, can't you?"

"Heero..." Quatre sighed. "I guess I am being too sensitive. We don't have time."

Abruptly, there was a series of flashes from the corner, then the figure of a boy came into view. He lay curled on his side, his back facing them. A long chestnut colored braid of hair stood out against the faded black of his clothing. He was wearing a long black coat, but it was visibly thin. Nodding to Quatre, Heero moved to him.

"Are you sure he won't wake up?"

"Yes," Quatre said quietly. //We are the first to see him in years. This is so wrong. I wish there was another way.//

"I'll carry him. Can you fire a gun?"

"Of course. It was part of my training."

"Good. If nothing else, maybe the sight of the gun will make the tracker wary."

"If you are talking about me, then you are mistaken."

Heero turned abruptly, eyes narrowing on the black haired boy standing in the mouth of the cave. A gun was in his hands immediately.

Quatre stared in horror, his eyes darting back and forth from one gun to the other.

"Get away from him, or I'll shoot you," the black-haired boy said softly, not showing any fear at the sight of Heero's gun.

"Shoot me if you like, but you'll be dead before you have time to fire a second shot." Heero's voice was impassive, his muscles tensed to rush the boy. His speed was nothing to scoff at. Immediate healing was not his only ability.

"Then I'll shoot *him* instead." The gun was suddenly trained on Quatre, who's eyes widened until they seemed to fill his face. He let out a soft gasp and froze.

"No! You will *not*!"

Black eyes widened as a blade moved to touch his neck, a tanned arm curved over his shoulder. //I didn't even hear him.//

Not lowering the gun, Heero looked at the new boy. One vivid green eye met his, glaring, the other hidden by a sharp fall of red-brown bangs that covered half of his face. He was a good head taller than the black-haired boy. //Damnit. How did things get so fucked up? What should I do?//

Quatre stared at the two boy's standing together, still being careful not to move since the gun was still trained on him. //How did he sneak up on us without me sensing him? The tracker I sensed, even if I couldn't pinpoint him. But this one...// Quatre concentrated for a minute, probing for that mind. His eyes widened even more as he found himself touching a wall such as he'd never imagined. //If I wasn't seeing him...I wouldn't believe he was real.//

"What happens now?" the black-haired boy asked slowly, mindful of the sharp blade touching his neck. "I won't let them take him. If I have to pull the trigger I will. Then you can kill me, but it will be too late, won't it."

"No...I don't think you understand why they are here. Why are you following him?" The knife loosened ever so slightly, encouraging the boy to speak.

Black eyes narrowed, the boy firmly closed his mouth. //I won't tell them I am a mutant. Whoever they are, I can't take the risk.//

* * *

//Why...is it so...hard to...wake...God! I know I'm not a morning person, but I've never had this much trouble...// Slowly swimming to consciousness, Duo opened his heavy eyes. Then they widened abruptly as he heard talking. Right behind him. Then they practically popped out of his head as he realized the arm he saw in front of him was his own. //Jesus Christ!! I've never lost control before! What the hell?!// Sitting up abruptly, the boy turned and his mouth fell open in shock. Four boys stood in the cave. The black-haired tracker he recognized. He was in the doorway, a green- eyed boy had a knife to his throat while he had a gun aimed at a pale blonde boy. And right in front of him a dark-haired boy stood with a gun on the tracker.

//I wonder if they would notice if I turned invisible again and snuck out of here...// Just as he was about to find out, all four sets of eyes were suddenly on him. //I'm dead. Shit.//

"Uh, would you guys mind continuing this without me?" Duo couldn't help trying.

Heero blinked, then his eyes narrowed. "Get behind me." Not waiting to see if the violet-eyed boy did it, he turned back to the black- haired boy.

"Why?"

Heero flinched, but refused to dignify that question with an answer. Instead, he focused his attention on the boy still holding a gun on Quatre. That boy, however, was looking in surprise from him to the boy sitting on the floor.

"Are you protecting him?" the Chinese elemental asked in shock, "From *me*?!" He slowly lowered his gun. "I wouldn't hurt him..."

Quatre's eyes widened and he sighed in relief, barely resisting the temptation to collapse. "We aren't going to hurt him either."

Duo looked in confusion at the boys. Then he stood and looked at the green-eyed boy who'd loosened the knife a bit more. "How about you? If you guys aren't after me, then I'll just get out of here. Okay?" He took a step toward the mouth of the cave, then the dark-haired boy beside him grabbed his arm.

"You're not going anywhere."

Duo looked stricken for a minute, then he moved suddenly, wrenching away and moving to a point between Heero and Quatre but out of grabbing distance. They were all looking at him now, the knife gone from the tracker's throat as the green-eyed boy centered his attention on him. Duo began to panic. //God. I can't remember the last time this many people saw me. I...I can't handle this. I hope I haven't lost *all* control.//

Heero's eyes narrowed as the long-haired boy suddenly disapeared. "Block the exit! Quatre!"

The blonde boy scowled fiercely, and a sharp cry sounded near the opening as Duo abruptly flashed back and fell to his knees, head in his hands. Breathing heavily, he raised tortured purple eyes to the two boys who now stood, blocking his escape. Fighting the power controlling his mind, his eyes narrowed to slits. With a groan, he disappeared again, but reappeared almost immediately, as pain filled his head.

Heero crossed the room quickly, grabbing both of the boy's arms and holding him immobile. "Quatre. Knock him out." The boy struggled briefly, then slumped over. The black-haired boy took a quick step forward, brows knotted in fury, and Heero stood holding the unconscious boy. "Let's go somewhere warmer to discus this...whatever this is. You too," he shot a look at the boy with long bangs.

"Yes," Quatre had finally gotten Duo asleep deep enough to be certain he wouldn't waken soon. "I want to thank you for...stepping in. And I'd like to know how you block yourself behind such a strong wall. I've tried, but I'm not very good at it."

//To spend time with him...// "Alright."

Quatre smiled at the monatone reply. "And you?" he turned to the tracker.

"He isn't going anywhere without me."

Heero's eyes narrowed in sudden anger, but then he calmed. "Let's go."

* * *

It was a long drive to the safe-house Heero'd secured. The tall boy had said he'd meet them there. No one asked how he knew where it was. Quatre was driving, having assured Heero that Duo wouldn't wake up for hours. The black-haired boy was in the passenger seat, turned so he could see into the back of the car where Heero sat, Duo curled up on the seat beside him.

Black eyes narrowed as they spotted beads of perspiration on the long- haired boy's brow. He glared at the dark-haired boy. "Does he have a fever?"

Heero's eyes narrowed, and he placed a hand on the damp brow. Then he shook his head and began undoing the long coat. "He's just hot. As cold as it was out there, it's no surprise." Black eyes followed his every move as he lifted the limp boy, discarding the coat on the floorboard. Then both were distracted as they noticed the clothing the boy was wearing. He was dressed as a priest.

For a minute Heero remained leaning over him, looking at him. Then the dark-eyed boy cleared his throat, his glaring eyes meeting Heero's raised eyebrow. Still watching Duo, Heero slowly sat back in the seat. Giving the dark boy another questioning glare, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

* * *

--notes—
That is what I have so far. I'm definitely going to continue this. It's my first Alternate Universe attempt.