Chapter One

By Phoenix

X-Men/Ronin Warriors/DBZ/Gundam Wing crossover<-----weird huh?
the daughter of two x-men finds herself trapped inside a book with no name
and the only way to get out is to help strangers fight thier worst enemy yet.

clears throat: ::ahem::

A sharp brisk wind rips through the evening sky as a young woman--a child
really--of 17 walks down the streets of Manhattan. The cold air blows her
brown trenchcoat and fiery red hair as her soft, piercing emerald eyes scan
the busy sidewalks. All she sees is crowded streets and people running to and
from work. She glanced up and saw a deformed mutant and a normal looking
human discussing politics in a small cafe. The child smiled. After years of
hardship, after all her parents and friends had to go through, humans and
mutants were finally at peace. There was no more fear of the "other" species.
But at what cost? she thought. Thousand upon thousands of mutants and humans
had died in the crusade, including her mother, Rogue. Too bad she couldn't
have seen this. She would have been so proud.
    The young girl kept walking until she reached a store that read Anderson's
 Books.  A smile lit her face once again as she entered the shop. "Mr.
Anderson?" she called into the silence, "Mr. Anderson, you here?"
    A gruuf old voice came from behind a large leather chair. "Andrea? Is
that you?"
    "My name is Adrienne," she giggled.
    The old man arose from his chair and hugged his visitor. "You haven't
been here in a couple of weeks. I was starting to get worried."
Adrienne let go and took a seat in another leather chair. She shook her head.
"For as long as you've known me, you still don't remember my name."

            Somewhere else...
    Trowa, Heero, Duo, Wufei, and Quatre were walking from Relena's house.
They were worried about the new threat that was sweeping the world. "we've
got to find out what it is," Quatre said. "Otherwise we won't know how to
defeat it."
    "Eliminate it. That's all we need to know," Heero replied monotone.
Duo shook his head. "You sound WAY too much like Vegeta. I'm surprised you
two aren't the best of friends."
    "Do you think they might know anything?" Quatre asked.
    "Maybe," Trowa answered. "Rowen Hashiba and the other Ronins might know
something too. That boy is a genius."
    "I say we hold a meeting with all of them, including Relena," Duo
suggested, looking over to Heero when he siad "Relena."
Heero merely nodded.

            Back at the bookstore...
    "So how's your dad?" Mr. Anderson asked Adrienne as he sat in the other
chair.
Adrienne glanced at the ground as she spoke. "He's as well as can be
expected. He's still trying to deal with Mom's death. He stays away from me
as much as possible, says I act too much like her and to stop keeping my head
in the clouds."
Mr. Anderson grew solemn. "She died over ten years ago. He still hasn't
gotten over it yet?"
She answered no. "You look like your mother, but that's all I can see of her
in you."
    "How do you know?"
The old man smiled. "You dream of adventure. I know that because of all the
books you read. Also," his smile turned mischievious, "you act TOO much like
that Cajun father of yours."
Adrienne laughed. "Yeah and how can you tell?"
    "You're not the only mutant here," her friend answered. He watched as her
eyes grew as big as the gape in her mouth. "Yep, you guessed it. I'm one too.
My power is that I can see through lies and into the hearts of people. I can
see thier hopes, dreams, fears, and darkest secrets. I know about yours
already, Jackal."
    Her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear, confusion, doubt, and
belief. She cocked her eyebrows. "What have you seen in me?"
    "You have immense power, more power than many powerful mutants I know put
together. You get your looks from more of Rogue than Gambit. You have her
kindness and compassion and his fearless determination, not to mention his
love of fighting. I see that you have many questions that you want answered
but don't know where to find the answers."
    He got up and fumbled through his bookshelves until he came across a
large, old, beaten, worn, brown covered book. It was very thick. He gave it
to her. "This will help you," he said."Read it."
    She examined it. "How come it doesn't have a title?"
Mr. Anderson smiled very mysteriously. "It doesn't need one."