Green.
He sighed to himself as he gazed out over the flowering meadow. It was a beautiful place. One though, where he had no memories. Though similar to the field near his home on L5, it held not even a hint of the past.
The breeze caught his slick, black ponytail.
His home on L5 had not always been the best. It was burdened by competition--too much competition. There always seemed to be some sort of game or fight going on between him and his wife Merian. Always.
She fought so hard to better him--to show that she was strong--that she was Nataku.
Nataku--a warrior--a gundam--and Merian.
She had gone--left one day to procure the ultimate. She would show Wufei--she her husband that she was worthy.
That was what her note said. It said everything--everything except where she was going--and when she would be back.
She knew...Merian knew her husband was to pilot the Shenlong Gundam. She knew that he was to fight for their home. For the homes of all those that lived in space, he had been chosen to fight.
"She was rather knowledgeable--for a woman," Wufei thought.
The breeze grew cooler as the clouds overhead became darker. He wrapped his preventer's jacket around him and leaned against the tree behind him.
He had come here to relax, but he could not shake the imminent feeling... Maybe it was paranoia after so many years of fighting--perhaps he was just being spied on. This was not a problem. Wufei could easily avoid doing anything suspicious.
A twig snapped and he jumped to his feet, inadvertently brushing the mound of scar tissue on his stomach.
"Merian," he thought momentarily, before pushing the woman out of his head.
"This is not the life I wanted," he murmured, picking up his book and glasses. He was on vacation; he would try to enjoy it.
He turned the pages of his book, not remembering the words he had just read. Every few minutes he would look up and inconspicuously scan the clearing.
He calmly closed his book and stood, deciding he had had enough. He was restless.
He thrice jogged the perimeter of the clearing, hoping it would clear his mind, and simmer his nerves.
Again Wufei came upon his tree, as he returned to his book, a loud clap of thunder resounded, vibrating his supposed green haven.
The wind grew mightier, forcing strands of Wufei's straight black hair out of its tight ponytail. The hair whipped across his face, like cruel lashings for something long forgotten.
Footsteps--jogging--he distinctly heard some one jogging around the field. Wufei refrained himself from looking up to see who it was. He felt no danger, though the steps were getting closer.
Too close.
They stopped in front of him, still he refused to raise his stubborn head and look upon his visitor. He would not give him the satisfaction of knowing they could distract him without a word.
"You still read those silly books I see," she said. Her voice wasn't insulting or teasing, but not sugary either. It was just there. It was her.
"She's back," he thought, full of emotion. "She came back."
His actions betrayed his thoughts. He'd become a master at his facade.
He sighed in annoyance, closed his book, slipped off his glasses, and looked upon his wife.
"You're still living I see," he said.
He took her in as she stood there. He black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, with jewels spread here and there. The long sleeved, black, starched uniform went well with her dark features. A red, beaded necklace highlighted her face and eyes.
She did not smile. Perhaps it was this that made her appear older than her seventeen years--perhaps not.
"You expect me to be so weak as to die before my time."
"You have been to space." Wufei stated his question, spying the badges on the left side of her chest.
"I have," she said. "I hear you have also spent time in space."
He nodded.
She wished she could sit, but would not unless invited.
"I went to the moon and did some work there. I worked on the mars project," she boasted, standing straight, hands behind her back.
Thunder and lightening struck.
"He looks tired," she thought. "War kills."
"So you do have academic skills." Wufei stated calmly.
"I see you do have some combat skills," she retorted, just as calmly.
"Damn it Merian! I worked hard and trained thoroughly to work through that war!" Wufei scolded.
Thunder rumbled again, closer this time.
He kicked himself mentally as he saw a smirk cross Merian's face. He made sure he did not flinch at his outburst. She was the only person that ever caused him to lose his composure.
This was the invitation she had been waiting for--a sign that he still cared--a sign she was still wanted. She sat, facing her husband, holding back a wry smile.
"Tell me," he began. "How did a silly woman like you make it that far in such a short time?"
"You're a preventer with that Po woman aren't you?" Merian countered his insult with one of her own.
Wufei was taken aback. He did not expect such accusations from Merian--today at least.
More lightening.
"I am."
Merian glowered at him. She disapproved of the partnership. She had seen them together. She had been watching him for a couple weeks now--waiting for the perfect time to present herself.
"I have not dishonored you Chang Merian."
Merian's heart leapt, but she didn't not show it in her facial expression. She, like her husband, was able to control her show of emotion as well.
"I am supposed to believe that," she sounded disgusted.
"I address you as my wife, and still you dishonor me?! Sally is like a sister to me."
Wufei was becoming frustrated with his wife. He had acknowledged her return and accepted it. What more did this woman want from him?
"A sister that you love more that your wife," Merian accused.
Even though it had been an arranged marriage, Merian still felt for Wufei. This was the reason she was so competitive. She wanted to prove to such a glorious scholar and warrior that she was a strong person--that she was a worthy wife. She wanted to be a wife worthy of his love.
"I never said I did not love you." Wufei claimed.
"You never said you did either," she retorted
He wanted to reach out and hold her, but didn't. He rarely had before she left, they mostly fought. How could he prove that a mere woman could not get the best of him.
A silence passed between them as it thundered.
Rain fell lightly from the sky, not penetrating the tree's leaves.
"I am here," was all Wufei would say.
"Here is not our home;" Merian was indignant.
"Our home was destroyed the day you left."
"Why didn't you search for my Wufei?" she asked, letting her hurt shine through for only a moment.
"You didn't seem to want to be found," he admitted.
"I found you," she boasted. He nodded.
The rain began to fall in thick sheets. Wufei stood, gathering his things. Merian immediately followed suit. This did not go without notice on her husband's part.
"You will never be me," he said. He did not know if he meant this as a threat or an invitation.
Merian did not yet say anything, but stood there a moment, letting the rain drench her. Wufei turned to leave.
She chose to speak.
"I beat you once Chang Wufei. I won our duel."
His hand moved to the scar on his stomach--the would that Merian had accidentally inflicted with her sword.
This was the would he had insisted on tending himself, but he knew that while he slept, Merian wept over him and changed his bandages. She tried intensely not to wake him--it hadn't worked. He did remember the tears--tears of a weak woman.
"There is no proof of that," he said, turning to face his wife.
Thunder rolled. Lightening crashed. The rain came down forcefully. The two were thoroughly soaked, but still not moving.
-----FLASHBACK------
Shling!
Cold metal clashed and broke apart. He raised his sword to block a high blow. She was decent, but not good enough.
He kicked and caught her in the chest. Merian fell to the ground without dropping her sword. She rose, breathing heavily, and took an offensive stance.
He blade bit swiftly. Wufei did not feel it until on the ground.
"Wufei!" Merian cried, kneeling at his side.
He glared at hs wife, and then at the bloody gap in his stomach.
Merian's jaw quivered.
He stood. Merian tried to help him to the house. He shook her off, using all his strength to throw her to the ground.
-----END FLASHBACK------
Merian move to her husband, who stood rigidly, as if at attention. He had grown and now was much taller than she. She felt him tense as she moved his jacket aside and lifted his shirt, revealing a long, thin scar across his stomach.
-----FLASHBACK------
He stumbled and fell from the brief encounter with the blade. She looked down to see blood on the edge of her sword.
"Wufei!" She dropped to her knees beside him.
He said nothing, but glared harshly at her. She dated not look to the wound, afraid of the damage.
He stood precariously. She rose to aid him, but he cast her away.
Merian watched her husband hobble to their house, weeping.
----END FLASHBACK------
She replaced the shirt and stepped back once again, giving him his space.
"That is all the proof I need Wufei!" She hollered over the thunder. She shivered from the cold.
Wufei turned again to leave, but Merian did not follow.
After ten yards he spun to face her.
"Well, are you coming or not?" He asked Merian calmly.
She bowed, letting herself smile when no one else could see.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything that has to do with it blah blah blah..... I am simply a fan who thought of a simple story line that no one else has yet written about--to my knowledge.
He sighed to himself as he gazed out over the flowering meadow. It was a beautiful place. One though, where he had no memories. Though similar to the field near his home on L5, it held not even a hint of the past.
The breeze caught his slick, black ponytail.
His home on L5 had not always been the best. It was burdened by competition--too much competition. There always seemed to be some sort of game or fight going on between him and his wife Merian. Always.
She fought so hard to better him--to show that she was strong--that she was Nataku.
Nataku--a warrior--a gundam--and Merian.
She had gone--left one day to procure the ultimate. She would show Wufei--she her husband that she was worthy.
That was what her note said. It said everything--everything except where she was going--and when she would be back.
She knew...Merian knew her husband was to pilot the Shenlong Gundam. She knew that he was to fight for their home. For the homes of all those that lived in space, he had been chosen to fight.
"She was rather knowledgeable--for a woman," Wufei thought.
The breeze grew cooler as the clouds overhead became darker. He wrapped his preventer's jacket around him and leaned against the tree behind him.
He had come here to relax, but he could not shake the imminent feeling... Maybe it was paranoia after so many years of fighting--perhaps he was just being spied on. This was not a problem. Wufei could easily avoid doing anything suspicious.
A twig snapped and he jumped to his feet, inadvertently brushing the mound of scar tissue on his stomach.
"Merian," he thought momentarily, before pushing the woman out of his head.
"This is not the life I wanted," he murmured, picking up his book and glasses. He was on vacation; he would try to enjoy it.
He turned the pages of his book, not remembering the words he had just read. Every few minutes he would look up and inconspicuously scan the clearing.
He calmly closed his book and stood, deciding he had had enough. He was restless.
He thrice jogged the perimeter of the clearing, hoping it would clear his mind, and simmer his nerves.
Again Wufei came upon his tree, as he returned to his book, a loud clap of thunder resounded, vibrating his supposed green haven.
The wind grew mightier, forcing strands of Wufei's straight black hair out of its tight ponytail. The hair whipped across his face, like cruel lashings for something long forgotten.
Footsteps--jogging--he distinctly heard some one jogging around the field. Wufei refrained himself from looking up to see who it was. He felt no danger, though the steps were getting closer.
Too close.
They stopped in front of him, still he refused to raise his stubborn head and look upon his visitor. He would not give him the satisfaction of knowing they could distract him without a word.
"You still read those silly books I see," she said. Her voice wasn't insulting or teasing, but not sugary either. It was just there. It was her.
"She's back," he thought, full of emotion. "She came back."
His actions betrayed his thoughts. He'd become a master at his facade.
He sighed in annoyance, closed his book, slipped off his glasses, and looked upon his wife.
"You're still living I see," he said.
He took her in as she stood there. He black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, with jewels spread here and there. The long sleeved, black, starched uniform went well with her dark features. A red, beaded necklace highlighted her face and eyes.
She did not smile. Perhaps it was this that made her appear older than her seventeen years--perhaps not.
"You expect me to be so weak as to die before my time."
"You have been to space." Wufei stated his question, spying the badges on the left side of her chest.
"I have," she said. "I hear you have also spent time in space."
He nodded.
She wished she could sit, but would not unless invited.
"I went to the moon and did some work there. I worked on the mars project," she boasted, standing straight, hands behind her back.
Thunder and lightening struck.
"He looks tired," she thought. "War kills."
"So you do have academic skills." Wufei stated calmly.
"I see you do have some combat skills," she retorted, just as calmly.
"Damn it Merian! I worked hard and trained thoroughly to work through that war!" Wufei scolded.
Thunder rumbled again, closer this time.
He kicked himself mentally as he saw a smirk cross Merian's face. He made sure he did not flinch at his outburst. She was the only person that ever caused him to lose his composure.
This was the invitation she had been waiting for--a sign that he still cared--a sign she was still wanted. She sat, facing her husband, holding back a wry smile.
"Tell me," he began. "How did a silly woman like you make it that far in such a short time?"
"You're a preventer with that Po woman aren't you?" Merian countered his insult with one of her own.
Wufei was taken aback. He did not expect such accusations from Merian--today at least.
More lightening.
"I am."
Merian glowered at him. She disapproved of the partnership. She had seen them together. She had been watching him for a couple weeks now--waiting for the perfect time to present herself.
"I have not dishonored you Chang Merian."
Merian's heart leapt, but she didn't not show it in her facial expression. She, like her husband, was able to control her show of emotion as well.
"I am supposed to believe that," she sounded disgusted.
"I address you as my wife, and still you dishonor me?! Sally is like a sister to me."
Wufei was becoming frustrated with his wife. He had acknowledged her return and accepted it. What more did this woman want from him?
"A sister that you love more that your wife," Merian accused.
Even though it had been an arranged marriage, Merian still felt for Wufei. This was the reason she was so competitive. She wanted to prove to such a glorious scholar and warrior that she was a strong person--that she was a worthy wife. She wanted to be a wife worthy of his love.
"I never said I did not love you." Wufei claimed.
"You never said you did either," she retorted
He wanted to reach out and hold her, but didn't. He rarely had before she left, they mostly fought. How could he prove that a mere woman could not get the best of him.
A silence passed between them as it thundered.
Rain fell lightly from the sky, not penetrating the tree's leaves.
"I am here," was all Wufei would say.
"Here is not our home;" Merian was indignant.
"Our home was destroyed the day you left."
"Why didn't you search for my Wufei?" she asked, letting her hurt shine through for only a moment.
"You didn't seem to want to be found," he admitted.
"I found you," she boasted. He nodded.
The rain began to fall in thick sheets. Wufei stood, gathering his things. Merian immediately followed suit. This did not go without notice on her husband's part.
"You will never be me," he said. He did not know if he meant this as a threat or an invitation.
Merian did not yet say anything, but stood there a moment, letting the rain drench her. Wufei turned to leave.
She chose to speak.
"I beat you once Chang Wufei. I won our duel."
His hand moved to the scar on his stomach--the would that Merian had accidentally inflicted with her sword.
This was the would he had insisted on tending himself, but he knew that while he slept, Merian wept over him and changed his bandages. She tried intensely not to wake him--it hadn't worked. He did remember the tears--tears of a weak woman.
"There is no proof of that," he said, turning to face his wife.
Thunder rolled. Lightening crashed. The rain came down forcefully. The two were thoroughly soaked, but still not moving.
-----FLASHBACK------
Shling!
Cold metal clashed and broke apart. He raised his sword to block a high blow. She was decent, but not good enough.
He kicked and caught her in the chest. Merian fell to the ground without dropping her sword. She rose, breathing heavily, and took an offensive stance.
He blade bit swiftly. Wufei did not feel it until on the ground.
"Wufei!" Merian cried, kneeling at his side.
He glared at hs wife, and then at the bloody gap in his stomach.
Merian's jaw quivered.
He stood. Merian tried to help him to the house. He shook her off, using all his strength to throw her to the ground.
-----END FLASHBACK------
Merian move to her husband, who stood rigidly, as if at attention. He had grown and now was much taller than she. She felt him tense as she moved his jacket aside and lifted his shirt, revealing a long, thin scar across his stomach.
-----FLASHBACK------
He stumbled and fell from the brief encounter with the blade. She looked down to see blood on the edge of her sword.
"Wufei!" She dropped to her knees beside him.
He said nothing, but glared harshly at her. She dated not look to the wound, afraid of the damage.
He stood precariously. She rose to aid him, but he cast her away.
Merian watched her husband hobble to their house, weeping.
----END FLASHBACK------
She replaced the shirt and stepped back once again, giving him his space.
"That is all the proof I need Wufei!" She hollered over the thunder. She shivered from the cold.
Wufei turned again to leave, but Merian did not follow.
After ten yards he spun to face her.
"Well, are you coming or not?" He asked Merian calmly.
She bowed, letting herself smile when no one else could see.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything that has to do with it blah blah blah..... I am simply a fan who thought of a simple story line that no one else has yet written about--to my knowledge.