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Landlady: Ok, I promise that I'm still working on A Captured Angel, but I got a little stuck on it, so this came out instead. Eventually it's gonna be a romance, can you guess who Wufei will be paired up with? Please review, and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: Why would I write fics about something I own? Obviously, I don't.
Broken Dreams and Shattered Souls
Prologue
How long has it been since the end of the war? The days all run together now, the monotony of the days makes them blend into one another, only broken by periods of light and darkness, until I no longer have any clue of what the date might be. During really bad periods, I have no idea of the month either. Not that it matters, I live in the past these days.
Occasionally I am brought out of my state of disreality by some important event or other, times where I am forced to realize the real world around me. And every time, I ask myself why. Why am I here? Why is reality so cruel? Soon, I began to repeat myself like a broken record, and my exhausted mind beats itself back into my dream world before I go insane.
I dream of that often, the insanity. I often fear that I will end up taking the eternal plunge. I don't want to die; I tell myself that I have too many things to do. Yet I start to wonder. What can be so important that someone else cannot do it? Why not take that plunge? The question constantly rings through my mind. Some day, I might not be able to find an answer, what will happen then?
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"Wufei, can I talk to you for minute?"
Wufei looked up from his paper-piled desk. Sally stood just inside the door to his office, as if she was afraid to step in any further. Odd, she'd never had any compunctions about barging in uninvited before. And he'd never seen such a peculiar look on her face. He immediately identified it as worry, but there wasn't anything in particular for her to be worried about, they'd been at peace for almost a year now, and there had been no serious Preventer missions for several months. In fact, things had been so slow that Heero had finally quit. Rumor had it that he had moved in with Duo. That was the last he'd heard of either of his fellow pilots. Quatre was on the news now and again, having taken up his father's mantle, and Trowa had disappeared in that quiet way of his, probably back to his life in the circus.
"Sure, have a seat." Contrary to popular belief, Wufei didn't have a problem with treating women like human beings. After all, that's what they were, and even though his custom dictated that women were weaker –which for the most part was true- it never said that the female sex should be treated rudely.
Sally did as he'd suggested, carefully settling down into the chair that Wufei had for visitors. Not that he ever got any.
She seemed to steal herself for what she was about to say. "I- We are worried about you, Wufei. You're listless, you don't eat enough, you never smile, and you generally don't take care of yourself. In short, you are showing signs of depression."
Wufei's head snapped up, and he gaped. He hadn't been expecting that.
"Who's 'we'?" It was the only semi rational thing he could think of at the moment. Depressed? A little down maybe, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I was depressed.
"Lady Une and I," Sally was saying, "and a few others, mostly Preventers that you trained."
"Oh."
Sally looked at the younger man with a tender expression on her face. "I think it would be best if you see a psychologist, or a counselor at the least. You need some help Wufei. What would happen on a mission if you…"
Wufei stood up suddenly, cutting her off. "Hold on. This is all about my mission performance? Open your eyes, woman, there are no more missions."
"Wufei, it's just that…"
"I don't want your excuses. If you and Une don't think I can perform, than I quit. I'm obviously not needed here anymore."
Grabbing a lone picture frame off of his desk, Wufei strode out of the room. He would never look back.
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Sally went immediately to inform Lady Une of Wufei's decision. Une listened quietly while Sally recounted their conversation in detail.
"Well," Une said once she'd finished, "what do you suggest we do?"
"Me?"
"You are the doctor. Wufei is more than my employee, he is my friend and I'm sure yours as well, but I am wholly at a loss of what to do for him."
Sally sighed and plopped down in a chair. "Frankly, I don't have much more of an idea than you. A psychologist won't do any good if he isn't willing to go, but it's the best chance I can think of." She paused. "I think … I'll drop by later on, and try to talk to him again. Under the circumstances, it's the only thing we can do."
Une nodded slowly, "Sounds good, but why not go now?"
Sally shrugged, "I don't think he would appreciate it if he thought I was harassing him. He wouldn't listen, you know how stubborn he is." Une nodded in sympathy, they had both had their separate memorable run-ins with Wufei's infamous pig-headedness. "I'm just worried that in his state of mind he'll try something drastic."
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As she'd said she would, Sally dropped by Wufei's apartment when she got off work. With her she carried a bag of groceries, all Wufei's favorites. If she couldn't get him to go to a doctor, then she was determined to make sure that he knew he wasn't alone. And that included feeding him.
As she walked up the stairs, Sally took note of what else she was going to do to help her friend. Getting him out of this apartment was on top of her list. The place did a fairly good imitation of the generic safehouse that he probably spent a lot of time in during the war.
Turning the corner, Sally dropped her groceries in surprise.
Wufei's door was wide open.
Sally knew Wufei, and this was totally unlike him. Cursing the idea that checking up on him later was a good idea, Sally sprinted the few feet to the door and grabbed the frame to swing herself inside. Fearing the worst she quickly scanned the room … and the kitchen … and the bedroom; she even ventured into the bathroom.
Nothing. Unless you counted the general uncharacteristic mess that pervaded the place. The floor was strewn with random objects, but there was a precise order about the chaos that said it had been Wufei, not some random burglar. It didn't take Sally long to realize what had happened. When she did, she practically fell onto the bed, resting her head in her hands in despair.
Wufei had left. And it would be almost impossible to find him if he didn't want to be found.
"Gods bless you Wufei, where ever you are …and stay safe."
Review if you want this to continue; I need a least five reviews to continue, or better yet, if anyone can guess who I'm gonna pair 'Fei up with then I'll definitely finish. Thanks. -Landlady