Disclaimer: *sigh* unfortunately I do not own GW…that's all there is to it.

AN~ This is a little experiment I was doing earlier this year, when my friend dared me to write a PWP lemon. -_- but since I suck at doing those, the result is far from what my friend had wanted. This is my first attempt at writing shounen ai, and yes, it is a typical angsty 13X5 fic …if you can't stand this pairing, angst, or shounen ai/yaoi in general…the back button is right over there *points* ^^

Roses in the Wind- Chapter One

Wufei sighed.What am I doing? He thought. He felt tired. He never meant to come here in the first place, but something about the day compelled him to go. Maybe…maybe it's finally time to face his past. He looked around at the rose bushes that dotted the tiny garden. This place…it brings back so many memories.

Wufei sighed again and blinked, shifting his weight onto his other leg. Then he looked up at the statue that stood in front of him. It was merely a block of stone. Black, glossy, and carefully shaped to represent the man who now lay beneath the broken ground. A man who was destined to lead. A gentleman who had great visions for the world. The enemy who'd understood honor…who'd understood him. Wufei's hand tightened reflexively at that thought. The he grimaced in pain and held it up. Blood dripped down his closed fist and slowly slid off his fingertips. In that same hand he held a single red rose. The thorns dug painfully into Wufei's flesh, yet he ignored it. Instead, he relished that sensation, staring as if fascinated by the color of his blood. The color that seemed to instill a sense of bittersweet aching in his whole being. Memories slowly trickered into his thoughts. Memories he'd tried to supress and bury, carefully locked within the dark recesses of his mind. This time, however, he closed his eyes and welcomed them…

Steel clashed upon steel as Treize fended off another one of Wufei's attacks. The boy jumped away and crouched on the floor, looking for an opening in which he can strike. He wiped the sweat off his face and tried to ignore the sound of his heavy breathing and the fatigue that threatened to break his concentration. He'd underestimated OZ. He'd underestimated Treize Kushrenada. Feeling a bit disoriented, Wufei barely had time to roll out of the way as Treize's sword sang past his ear. It was a miss, but a very close one. Treize smiled at him. A taunting smile laced with unsuppressed amusement.

He's treating me like a child, Wufei thought angrily. Feeling a burst of energy, he leaped up with a snarl to retaliate. Treize's face flashed in front of him over and over again through the series of lightning quick parries made by their weapons. He danced into his chosen kata, slipping into the familiar pattern of the snake form, then the tiger form, and finally the dragon form. Somehow, his enemy managed to avoid them all. Feeling frustrated, Wufei completed the kata with a fierce finale that should have landed a fatal blow. Instead, he found his katana knocked out of his grasp. It sailed across the room and landed somewhere out of his reach.

Then it was over. Wufei felt as cold as the steel blade that Treize had placed against his neck.

How could he have lost? How? Wufei was filled with a sense of self-reproach. He'd failed. His friends, his family, his teacher…and Meiran…Gods…he'd failed Nataku. He'd let all of them down just because he was too weak. I'm such a worthless idiot, Wufei thought. He clenched his hands tightly and then glared upwards at the man who now held his life.

"Kill me."

***

Wufei could feel the wind picking up, caressing his skin and messing up his shoulder length hair. Maybe it would have been better if Treize had killed him that day. It would have spared them so much pain and regret. Instead Treize had surprised him by letting him go.

Wufei was shocked…and angry. He'd never felt so humiliated in his life. He'd expected a victory, or at least a warrior's death if he failed. But this…man…was just letting him walk away? Am I not even worthy? Where's the justcie? Does he not believe that I am capable of taking my revenge?

Sure he does, a dry voice whispered in Wufei's mind, after all, he just totally kicked your ass.

Wufei narrowed his eyes and spat out, "If you do not kill me now, I will be back, again and again. I won't stop until I have destroyed you."

Wufei stared defiantly into Treize's eyes, waiting for his reaction. Maybe he'll kill me now. Treize looked away and turned his gaze beyond him. Through the shattered windows, he could see the boy's gundam. It was magnificent: every part of it was lithe, graceful…and strong. Treize's eyes were thoughtful as they met Wufei's stare. To Wufei''s surprise, those blue eyes held neither anger nor mockery, only amusement and an undercurrent of sympathy. They seem to pierce straight through him, cutting away his barriers and exposing his soul. Wufei shifted uncomfortably and was tempted to turn away, to hide from those knowing eyes.

He held his ground.

Treize smiled, admiring Wufei's courage. He was fascinated by the way Wufei held himself with pride and honor: the values that were rarely found in these days. He…wanted to know more about this gundam pilot. For some reason, he felt drawn to this man-child.

His mind made up, Treize sheathed his sword and turned away…

"I'll be looking forward to it."

Wufei opened his eyes. A small bird flew past him, struggling against the wind. Rose petals drifted lazily in the air before gently settling onto the ground. Wufei looked at the flower he still held in his hand.

"I'll be looking forward to it."

Treize's words echoed through his mind. Just as they had been played over and over again in the dreams that had haunted him after their first duel. Wufei stepped towards the statue and crouched down. He leaned forward and raised his fingers to trace the letters engraved in the stone.

"You were always such a bastard Treize," Wufei murmured softly into the wind. A mixture of pain and anger. "Always getting what you want, you didn't dive a damn about anything else." He ran his hand through the weeds that have grown around the stone. It seemed as though no one had visited for a very long time. He slowly yanked them out one by one and threw them aside.

If only he hadn't given in to his pride and anger. If only he never went back, time after time, to challenge Treize…If only he'd exercise a bit more self-control.

Then he'd never have to discover the amount of power that his enemy had held over him.

In the end, despite the wars we start, despite sides and factors, we are all merely humans. Humans with heart. Hearts that can be changed, molded, remade. Treacherous hearts that whsiper soft promises when no one is around. Noble hearts that struggle between truth and denial. Lonely hearts made vulnerable in the midst of pain and despair. There is no place for that in a war, no place for emotions, no place for doubt, no place for us.

Ironic, isn't it?

To be continued.

Well, there's the first chapter … or prologue. Please review and tell me what you think. The sad thing is, I wrote this a while ago, and back then, I had everything planned out with a plot and all, but it's been too long and I kind of forgot where I was going with this fic. *laughs nervously*

But if people actually like it then I'll see if I can dig up my notes and keep writing more. If you don't like it, please don't flame, just tell me what went wrong and how I can improve. Thank you! ^^