So many people emailed me begging for the one-shot 'The Gift' to be continued. Well, my lovely readers, I have answered your pleas!!!!! I am now writing what happens after the little episode in the coffee house. This story is set three years after 'The Gift' and seven years after 'Endless Waltz'.

I hope you like it! I adore writing about Wufei, so I'm gonna have mad fun with this.

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its affiliates are the property of someone else who I am too lazy to look up right now. Its some anime company, that's all you need to know...

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Chang Wufei wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. The thick camouflage armor he was wearing was unbearably hot, and he felt like he was going to dehydrate. He stayed absolutely silent, however, as the hot African sun glided over his hiding place with the noonday heat. The tiniest rustle about five feet to the left of him, reminded him that his fellow peacekeepers were still hiding with him. He had been recruited to deal with the rebel insurrections and miniature civil wars breaking out all over the country of Kenya. In these wars, there were no rules. Only death, and everyone was open game, all the women, children, and invalids were at risk. Wufei had been stationed there for almost two months and it was the same almost every single day. Stake out a possible battleground, wait for the rebels to show up, throw some tear gas around, and if necessary, shoot a few rounds until everyone was under control. Then they would announce that they were under arrest for disturbing the peace, illegal possession of military weaponry, and for the wrongful deaths of many in the area. The mission to keep the fighting under control was going extremely well. There was still death, but the numbers were decreasing as the pockets of rebellion were slowly being weeded out. Already something like a Parliament had been instated, and the government that had so long been a vicious monarchy, was slowly becoming a democracy.

The metal in his gun was cool to the touch, and Wufei gently ran his hands over the smooth barrel. He wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and as he brought his arm down, heard the unmistakable sound of running feet, pounding tanks, and galloping horses. He glanced over sideways at his squad and nodded. Standing up he shot five times in the air to single the rest of the peacekeepers to begin.

Already the place was filled with the stench of blood and sweat as spears, bullets and rocks filled the air. Their armies were primitive, unorganized, and woefully unequipped. The rebels used whatever they could get their hands on to fight with. Wufei threw tear gas into the fray, and watched from behind his mask as the fighting began to slow. Then his heart stopped beating in his chest. The people fighting were from the same rebel alliance! As he looked closer, they weren't even really fighting, they were going through the motions, but they were shooting into the air, throwing spears and knives at nothing, and no one was dying. It was fake. The battle was a decoy. Wufei turned around and screamed to the other commander that waited in the woods to act as backup.

"It's not real! Fall back! We were wrong about this battle! It's a decoy!"

Commander Eli Nagii's eyes widened and then narrowed into slits. He screamed Swahili into his walkie-talkie, and then motioned for Wufei to get into the jeep. The rest of the peacekeepers began to abandon the fake battle, and climb into tanks, jeeps, and cruisers to find the other battle sight. The jeep roared across the dry savannah, stirring dust into miniature dust clouds. Wufei ripped off his gas mask and radioed the base to send soldiers out the to the campsite of Nujaki Hapana. He was the leader of the largest rebellion force, and was known for being crafty.

After about an hour, Wufei could see the tattered campsite coming up on the horizon. He stood up and put his hand over his eyes to shade them from the sun. On both sides of the huge grassland, there were two enormous armies ready to fight. They screamed and yelled in various languages and loaded their stolen M-16s and bazooka guns. Wufei assessed the situation in two seconds. They were in no way equipped to deal with this. Somehow these rebels had managed to either buy or steal or trade to get extremely advanced weapons, all without tipping off the Peacekeeper Alliance. The other vehicles beside him slowed when they were about a mile away from were the fighting was soon to take place. Wufei climbed out of the jeep and angrily yelled into the radio for the base to send back up. There was going to be hell here in about five minuets if they didn't do anything. He looked towards the warring tribes again. Why weren't they fighting yet? His unspoken question was answered as he saw Hapana arrive in a battle cruiser, and take his place at the front of his army. Wufei screamed for the peacekeepers to assemble themselves.

The air was thick with anticipation. Backup was beginning to arrive, but not nearly enough. They were simply outnumbered, and out gunned as well. Wufei threw his gun over his shoulder, and sprinted to the front line of the peacekeepers. He signaled his squad to begin to move in. the peacekeepers snapped on masks, and loaded weapons. Wufei looked back at Commander Nagii who nodded grimly. Wufei turned back around, and was just about to shout orders when a piercing voice was heard.

The lithe form of a young black woman ran through the rebels and stood atop a boulder in the middle of the field. She was wearing a white dress that fluttered in the wind. Her legs and arms were slender and long. Something about her seemed familiar, and Wufei narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember. He could hear her screaming Swahili in a sad and angry voice. She was gesturing wildly and pointing at first one army, and then the other. A hot breeze caught her hair and dragged it out behind her for a moment. Tiny silver beads caught the sun and twinkled like stars in the black expanse of her hair. Wufei's heart thudded dully in his chest. Was it really…?

There was a roar of fury as the opposite armies raised their spears and guns at the girl and made obscene gestures at her. Wufei began to run, knowing full well that there was no way he could get there in time. The opposite armies angrily began to charge one another. Tribal screams and shouts were heard in a myriad of languages as the peacekeepers rushed to keep the fighting under control. Wufei could dimly see the young woman continue to shout as vicious fighting began on all sides around her. Wufei grabbed the side of a tank that sped into the fray. Peacekeepers began to surround the perimeter, pulling on gas masks and commanding the people to stop and throw down their weapons. Wufei could see young boys, teenagers even, looking scared as hell throwing down their weapons in the face of huge, heavily armored peacekeepers. The tank reached the fighting, and Wufei plunged down into the thick of it, with his eyes on the girl. She had stopped yelling, and her voice was replaced by tears as she clung to her perch. Wufei ran for her, disregarding the others around him. She was an innocent; a stupid one, but an innocent none the less, and he had to protect her. She would be raped or hurt or worse if he didn't get her down from that rock and away from the fighting. Wufei was only about ten feet away from her, and he yelled to her in the little Swahili he knew.

"Usiogope! Nime kuja kukusaidia! Do not be afraid! I am here to help you!"

Her eyes lifted to rest on Wufei's face. Wufei felt his heart stutter as his eyes connected with hers. Was it really her? The girl made a move to stand up on the rock, but a soldier grabbed her dress and pulled her down out of sight. Wufei plowed through the mass of people, shoving them out of his way in his effort to get to the girl. He saw the soldier hold a knife to her throat, and without a second thought, Wufei lifted up his gun and shot the man through his arm. Twice. With a scream, he released the girl, and Wufei caught her before she hit the ground. She looked unhurt, but was in a state of shock, and couldn't move. Wufei shouldered his gun and picked up her small form in his arms bridal-style and ran for the open field. The fighting had reached a level of noise and fury that made it dangerous for anyone and everyone, especially the peacekeepers. More were arriving by helicopter, and Wufei could already see a haze in the air around some areas of the fighting, as tear gas was thrown into the battle. The girl in his arms was light, but the armor he was wearing was making it difficult to maneuver through the blood thirsty warriors. Wufei could see the peacekeeper tank about two hundred yards off when he heard a scream that made his blood run cold.

"Matokeo ya kwa Mzungu! Matokeo ya kwa kisichana!"

Kill the white man, kill the girl.

Wufei found himself surrounded by about eight large, burly men, who seemed intent upon spilling his blood onto the sandy surface of the desert savannah. In one smooth motion, Wufei shifted the girl so that he carried her fireman style, and then pulled his gun free of his shoulder. He shot the first man he saw in the shoulder, and as soon as he went down, Wufei ran through the hole in the circle he created, and made for the peacekeepers as fast as he could. Wufei felt the force of a bullet hit the vest he was wearing, and it knocked the wind out of him momentarily. It was enough for one of the men to jump on him, and try to wrestle the girl away. Wufei knocked the man in the face with his gun, and put the girl beneath him as he fought off several attackers. With a fierce kick, Wufei freed himself of the last man, and got up once again with the girl in his arms. He felt someone grab his leg, and looked down at a fallen soldier. The man smiled nastily at Wufei and stabbed his knife deep into Wufei's leg. Wufei grunted and smashed his foot into the man's face before turning to run again. He felt hot blood running down the inside of his pants, and with every step, he felt more muscles rip and tear from the knife. His adrenaline kept him going as he fought his way out of the diminishing battle, and carried the girl into the peacekeeper defenses. His commander saw him coming and took the girl from his arms as Wufei ran towards the tanks. As soon as the girl's safety was ensured, Wufei bent down to look at his wound. It was a crude, short machete that was buried about three inches into his thigh. Wufei wrapped his hand around the handle, gritted his teeth, and yanked out the blade. He felt someone tap his shoulder, and as he turned around, he felt even more blood pour out of his wound, and he collapsed.

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Hope you liked it! R&R please!

-A. Crowe